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[siren blares]

[Young man] I bet you all want to know

what's going on.

That's what a good story is all about, right?

You'll be happy to know

you've come to the right place,

at least for the facts.

You can decide about the other.

[gunshot]

And just like Joe Gillis

falling face down in his pool

in my favorite film, Sunset Boulevard,

I'll do my best to make it entertaining,

as much as a dead man can.

First, let me introduce myself.

The name's Marty,

and at the time of my death,

I was barely two months into my 18th year.

These two wretched souls you see before you--

well, until a few heartbeats ago,

I was the center of their world,

the main attraction, the big enchilada.

At least that's what I thought.

Take a picture.

[explosion in distance]

There go the nightly fireworks.

Summer at sundown, count on it.

Just over this wall and across the I5,

thousands of living souls

are trying to escape the real world

at the Happiest Land on Earth,

blowing entire paychecks

on caramel apples, carousel horses,

and flying elephants.

I guess that type of escapism

has never been my thing.

I mean, is life really that bad?

Sorry for the interruption, folks.

Not even a 6-foot comfy perimeter

can block the occasion of police sirens at night

or the wail of a passing paramedic.

On this particular night,

all the wailing was for me.

As I take in the scene for perhaps the last time,

I can't help think that just a few short hours ago

I was alive and well

and hanging out with my best friend Jake

at our favorite place to hang.

Jake has been my best friend-- Shit.

...since seventh grade.

You'll notice he walks, talks, and dresses gay,

but he says he only likes girls.

Whatever.

Anyway, tonight I should have known something was up

just by studying his demeanor.

He was playing with his hair a lot,

and his clothes were new.

And that jacket?

He can't afford a new jacket.

Where did he get the money?

But the biggest clue of all

was that tonight he was aloof and very quiet.

Now, Jake is many things,

but quiet isn't one of them.

But before I get ahead of myself,

we need to go back a couple of weeks.

I thought Thomas was coming with.

He wasn't in school today.

Just as well. he's been in a real pissy mood lately.

Well, he's got a good reason to be,

and I'm glad that--

Hey, isn't that Brook's sister?

Hey, what up, girl.

Slow down. Remember me?

I used to date your sister in junior high.

You're looking good, baby.

I'm not your baby.

My sister thinks you're an asshole.

So I heard you had some trouble last weekend.

It's not cool getting rifted like that.

Did the guy, like, take advantage?

It's none of your business.

Well, if it's any consolation,

I get rifted all the time.

You? Yeah. I wake up,

and I'm like "Hey, quit sucking on my dick."

That's not even funny.

Tell me about it. They each had braces.

This is for you and your friend.

What did I do?

Lesbian!

So what's your big news?

It wouldn't be about Thomas, would it?

Big news? The world coming to an end is big news.

This is beyond. This is stellar.

When you hear what I have to tell you, you're gonna shit.

Guess what I discovered

while I was doing a little bit of research yesterday.

Is that what you're calling it these days?

You know the new math teacher?

Miss Margo?

You're gonna shit.

You said that.

If you ever wanted to know

what was going on in the neighborhood,

Jake was the man to see.

He knew everything about everyone.

And if his methods of information gathering

seemed less than amiable,

that didn't matter

as long as he was on your side,

and there lies the problem.

Case in point--

there was the incident

that involved Jake's P.E. coach

and the student body president.

A rumor had been going around for some time

about these two handsome young men--

a rumor set straight when photos were discovered.

Who took them

or how they got into Jake's hands

still remain a mystery.

Jake swears it had nothing to do

with his P.E. coach failing him in class.

What became of him when he got fired

nobody knows.

Anyway, back to Jake's story.

[kissing]

[Woman] Oh, wait, wait.

[kissing]

Wait. Wait.

What are we doing?

We can't do this.

Why?

I'm your teacher, for Christ's sake.

What is it with these teachers anyway?

But aren't you on probation?

So?

So then you're not part of the faculty yet.

But I'm trying to be.

Well, what they don't know...

[sigh] You're right.

You're right.

Oh, no.

It's still wrong.

Are you really 19?

You're 19, right?

Yeah. I was held back in sixth grade.

Math?

Yeah. Had some tutoring.

I'm so glad you're trying to improve.

Wait.

Do you have I.D.?

I.D.?

I need to see it.

You're kidding me, right?

No. Show it to me.

We're good?

We're good.

[Marty] No shit?

For once you're right. This is big.

He did it with Miss Margo right on her couch?

Well, he tried,

but nothing seemed to be operational,

if you catch my drift.

I'm sorry.

That's okay.

Just-- Just relax.

I'm your teacher.

I'm here to help.

I'll be right back

Where are you going?

Oh.

There.

Ohh.

[Jake] See, the funny thing is

the dumb shit couldn't even get it up.

Hmm. Well, it's all starting to make sense.

I think I may know why.

What? You know something that I don't?

Yesterday, at the talent show auditions--

Wait. The auditions were yesterday?

Why didn't you tell me?

Maybe because you have no talent.

¶ Me and my crew goin' out tonight ¶

¶ Better sing aloud if you feel all right ¶

¶ If you got a manly femme at home ¶

¶ 'Cause my girl's at the club in the zone ¶

¶ It was a Friday night, and my check is cashed ¶

¶ Dollars in my pockets burning up my pants ¶

¶ High heeled, all dressed and pressed ¶

¶ I'm sure to make a move, I got to confess ¶

¶ And ell-- ¶

[crash]

[dancer] Fuck.

[Man] Thank you.

¶ ...and drama, come partying-- ¶

[music stops]

Hey!

Thank you, Hannah.

But I wasn't done, Mr. Gonzalez.

Yes, you were.

Okay, last but certainly not least,

let's take a look at Sofia and Eddie.

Uh, I don't think they're trying out anymore.

What? What do you mean?

Where's Eddie?

Things have definitely changed, Mr. G.

Changed?

I'm sure I don't know what that means, but okay.

The names of the performers

will be posted on my door Monday morning.

Thanks for staying, everyone. [door closes]

Okay, everyone, let's go.

It's my weekend, too, you know.

[door closes]

So Thomas and Eddie, huh?

Are you sure?

Yeah.

What does it matter to you anyway?

I just like to keep my facts straight is all.

Facts? What are you talking about?

You better stay away.

What do I give a shit about two homos?

Good. Then I have to tell you,

sometimes I wonder about you, buddy.

Anyway, you stay away

because it's traumatizing to learn

someone's watching you through a window.

How would they know anyway?

I found out.

Junior high. I was sloppy.

Besides, you got over it.

Well, I can't jack off in my own bedroom now,

thanks to you.

Anyway, I got to go.

Where are you going? it's early.

My parents are on a cruise, remember?

They want me to be with my sister after school.

She's 16.

Exactly. I'll see you later.

Stay away from Thomas and Eddie. I mean it.

Where would we be if Columbus hadn't discovered America?

In Europe, where we belong.

Later, loser.

And he didn't discover it. He only fucked it up.

So now you know the embarrassing truth about Jake.

He's a research man, an explorer,

a discoverer.

Okay. He's a peeping Tom.

But I wouldn't judge Jake too harshly.

After all, aren't you watching me now?

Speaking of being watched,

I was about to come face to face

with some uninvited guests.

Like my friend Joe,

sailing free and easy in that mansion on Sunset,

I was about to learn that everything has a price.

¶ Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo ¶

Sorry. Not in my contract.

Hey.

Funny thing about contracts.

You really should read them before signing.

[boing]

God damn it.

I opened the door and let them in.

How does she do that?

Your girlfriends wanted to have a word with you, young man.

I told them they'd find out.

Have a good afternoon, everybody.

This was it-- the moment of reckoning,

the day boy toy meets girlfriend.

Oh, son of a bitch.

And that's putting it mildly, mister.

Is there anything you'd like to tell us, Martin?

Other than "Get out"?

As long as you know my little secret,

I may as well make the introductions.

How could you do this to me, Marty?

How could you?

This is my girlfriend Anybodys.

Yep. The name is real.

The mother did West Side Story in summer stock

ten years in a row

as the character by the same name.

Too bad her mother wasn't Puerto Rican.

Anybodys could have been named Maria or Anita.

Even Bernardo would have been a better choice.

Don't you have anything to say, Marty?

We're waiting.

This is my boyfriend Michael.

It's complicated.

It involves summer camp, an unknown twin,

and a chicken.

[clucking]

Say something, Marty.

Obviously until tonight,

one didn't know about the other.

Until five months ago,

I didn't know either of them.

Okay. It's ready.

We all met the day

we took public access class together.

This was our final PSA project.

I'm nervous.

You are? What about me? I'm not an actor.

Shh.

Here we go.

We met last night for the first time.

[clock ticking]

I thought he was kind of cute,

so I went over to him and struck up a conversation.

[Marty on video] We hit if off right from the beginning,

so it came as no surprise when he asked me over.

I knew we were there for the same reason.

I thought to myself, Why prolong the inevitable?

On the way over,

he asked me if I...

well, if I had a little something with me.

You know, to use before we--

I never used to be so forward about it,

but today an active teen like myself

can't be too careful.

I mean, you never really know who you can trust.

It didn't bother me in the least.

In fact, I thought it was kind of a turn-on.

I think last night

was something really special.

That's because he's something special.

[Announcer] If you're an active teen,

you need to be prepared.

Don't be afraid to ask up front.

What's in your pants?

Bottom or top, honey?

This has been a public service announcement

from BrokeMormonStraightBoys.com.

[Director] Cut.

That's it, guys. Cut.

I said cut, God damn it.

Of course we're going to edit that part out.

What do you guys think?

It's cool.

I really like it.

Good job, Anybodys.

[Marty] Yeah. Really good job editing.

You did great. Thank you so much.

Just a few more tweaks here and there.

I'm sorry. I got a little carried away.

Oh, don't be.

You were just getting into the part.

I mean, so was I.

Call me.

Michael, I'm going to need you to sign those before--

Okay. Excuse me.

You were really good out there.

Thanks. I'm really not much of an actor.

No, you came across very well.

Well? Confident.

That's nice of you to say.

Uh, sorry about that ending part there.

I know you're going to have to cut all that out.

It's just a push of a button.

You were really getting into it.

I love it, you know, when guys get into it.

Know what I mean?

[Marty, narrating] Not a clue.

Here.

Call me.

[ticking]

And that's how my double life started.

Straight Mondays through Fridays.

On weekends, well...

What were you thinking, Marty?

He wasn't.

I wasn't talking to you.

Well, I wasn't talking to you, either.

Is this what you want, Marty?

Is it?

Anybodys, I--

Can he kiss you like this?

He certainly can.

Well, can he offer you these?

I thought not.

Oh, yeah? Want to play rough?

Let's see you try and give him what he really wants.

[zipper unzips]

[boing]

Can you do this?

Huh? Huh?

That's just disgusting.

Or how about this?

[grunting]

What's the matter?

Oh, that's right. You don't have one.

Honey, with these,

I can get as many of those as I want.

You whore.

Stop it, both of you.

Michael, I think you've made your point.

Now put it away, please.

Sit down.

We need to talk.

Guy, I know this is a difficult situation,

but can't we all just get along?

You know, like-- like--

Like one big happy family?

Why not?

What are you saying?

I'm saying I like both of you.

How can I choose?

I'm sorry I've lived a double life,

but I just didn't know how to tell you.

I loved all the time we spent separately.

Can't we just spend it all together?

Certainly not.

Sounds okay to me.

Well, if it's okay with her,

then it's double okay with me.

How can something be double okay?

Shut up, whore.

Stop it, both of you.

Come on. This can work.

Come here.

Now you.

Now both of you.

No. No way.

Come on.

For me?

For us?

Hey.

Shit.

How do you do that?

You had a phone call.

Who was it? Mr. G.

Mr. Gonzalez?

Thomas is in trouble.

Someone shot Eddie.

What? When?

Last night.

Is he dead? Nobody knows.

Where's Thomas?

He's hiding out at one of Mr. G's property's.

The one we used to go swimming at.

Why is he hiding?

I don't know, but he's really scared,

and he wants you to go be with him.

Okay. I'll go right now.

Just let me grab a few things.

Do they know who did it?

No. Thomas and Eddie were sleeping when it happened.

For some reason, he was afraid to talk to the police,

so he ran.

Now the police are looking for him.

They don't think he did it.

My God. I can't believe this.

I'm going with you.

Okay. All right.

I might not be back until later.

I'll give you guys a call then.

Will you guys lock up?

Yeah.

I'll see you.

Marty?

Who would want to hurt Eddie?

Jett, is there anything you'd like to tell us?

[Man] It's all right.

I-- I-- I--

I...w-want...uh...tell--

Would it help if we got you some water?

¶

[gunshots, record scratches]

I'll tell you everything.

¶ I know that you want me so bad ¶

¶ I know you want me so bad ¶

¶ Tell me that your love ain't so bad ¶

¶ I just can't come, I told you that ¶

¶ I ain't ready for love ¶

¶ Ain't ready for commitment ¶

¶ I ain't ready for the ball and chain ¶

[phone rings] Your bat phone's ringing.

I know. [ring]

Well, are you going to answer it?

I'm trying.

[ring]

Hello.

Oh, hi.

Is it Mr. G?

Who else would be calling?

No, sorry. It's Marty.

Thomas went out for a walk.

Oh, my God, that's great news.

Are you sure?

Okay. Okay.

Call us at--

C-Call us as soon as you know more.

Thank you for everything you've done.

I know you've been putting your reputation on the line.

We'll tell Thomas right away.

Ciao.

What's going on?

Looks like we might be going home soon.

Oh.

I kind of like it here.

Can't beat no hot water and a pool full of algae.

I'll be right back.

Where are you going?

To go tell Thomas.

Well, you might want to put some clothes on first.

Thomas!

I've been looking all over for you.

What are you doing here?

You know, if Eddie was really dead,

they would have buried him by now.

His father and grandparents are buried right over there.

Maybe he's still alive.

Then why haven't we heard anything?

I don't know, Thomas.

This whole thing is really messed up.

But if Mr. G knew you were here--

I mean, this is the first place

they would look for you.

I'm tired of worrying about what Mr. G would think.

Hey, he's risking a lot for you.

If the school board found out,

he could lose his job,

not to mention the property he's hiding you in.

Was there something you had to say?

You had a phone call.

Who was it?

Who else gives a goddamn?

I'm sorry, Marty.

What did Mr. Gonzalez have to say?

Marty.

Good news.

They picked up Jett.

More than likely, he's going to rat out your brother.

What's wrong? I thought you'd be happy.

You know, I wish I could understand you, Thomas.

You're so goddamn secretive,

even about you and Eddie.

It's not like you had anything to hide.

Don't be so sure.

Come on. Let's get out of here

before Angel sends somebody after you.

[Anybodys] Marty, who would want to hurt Eddie?

[bell rings]

Hey, Marty, have you seen Eddie?

He's in the music room practicing with Sofia.

Oh, thanks.

He was talking to me, Malcolm.

Did you know where Eddie was?

No. Well, then, shut the hell up.

[phone rings]

Hello.

No, you wait. I'll be right there.

Son of a bitch.

Angel, where are you going?

I got to take care of some family business.

I'm coming with you.

No, you're staying right here.

No, I said I'm coming with you.

He's your brother, Angel.

[Man] What's going on?

If what I hear is true,

I'm gonna fuck that boy up, so help me.

He is not going to disgrace my father

and everything he's done for him.

You know, I hate fags as much as you,

but Thomas is your stepbrother.

I just got a phone call.

From who?

An associate.

Talking about he's seen him kissing another dude,

and he called.

Where?

At the park.

By the time we got there, they were gone.

Any idea who it was?

Word is he's been hanging out with Carlos' little brother.

Eddie? You know him?

I've seen him.

We're gonna see a whole lot more of him.

I want you to keep a close eye on him.

Both of them.

You can count on that.

I'll put my guy on it.

Who's that?

An associate.

¶ G-Get on it, bro ¶

I don't understand.

Everyone knows your stepbrother gave the word,

but you keep wanting to protect him.

I'm telling you for the last time,

it wasn't Angel.

If you're so sure it wasn't him,

why won't you tell us who you think it was?

You think people are going to blame you?

¶ [rapping]

Maybe they should.

Maybe.

What's wrong?

I just want this nightmare to be over.

We all do.

I miss him so much.

Remember when he first told us about Eddie?

Marty and I couldn't believe it.

Eddie Sanchez,

the jazz musician with the cute girlfriend.

Well, I couldn't believe it until Malcolm told me

what happened backstage at the play.

You heard about that?

Hey, what's up?

Everyone did.

Hey, my phone's ringing up.

You heard me. I'm about to do my whip scene.

What? Not whipped cream.

I'm about to get whipped, you moron.

[chuckle]

Look, I got to go.

Some backstage hand's trying to drown me.

I'll see you at home, Mom.

I hope you're using bottled water.

He's done. Now costume up. You're on in five.

Incoming.

Here's my sword.

My helmet.

Toga. Whoa.

Dude. What?

Haven't you ever heard of underwear?

Haven't you ever heard

of anything called Method acting?

I'm just trying to keep it real.

And I'm just trying to keep it sanitary.

Looks like you've got your work cut out for you, honey.

Sofia, sorry. I'll be out in a minute.

Looks like you already are, sweetie.

Uh--

Sorry.

Poor Sofia.

Sometimes I wish I never met him.

Don't say that.

You know it isn't true.

I'm glad they met.

I'm not glad with the way it ended,

but at least Eddie discovered who he was.

Some people go through their entire lives

without knowing.

Still, it was hard for him.

It seems it wasn't just Thomas

struggling between love and secrets.

I can't.

Why?

Just tell her.

No. I don't want to hurt her.

But it's okay to hurt me? To hurt us?

I like you a lot, Eddie,

but I'm not going to wait around forever.

No.

He made some stupid decisions, that boy.

So how do you feel?

I feel great. What about you?

Just okay.

Just okay?

Hey, I'll feel better the second time.

Wow. I see.

So I'm dating a sex addict.

Great. Seriously,

if we're going to continue doing this,

we need to get military.

Military?

Yeah. As in don't ask, don't tell.

Like the down low?

Yes.

Fuck you.

What--

What are you doing?

No. What are you doing?

Seriously.

You really don't understand.

There's my family.

And my mother. She doesn't understand.

What about my family?

You won't be seeing my brother

marching at Pride any time soon.

But I'm willing to take whatever comes just for us.

And Sofia. I just can't.

I love her. I don't want to hurt her.

You love what she's about.

You loves what she does for your music.

So love her as a friend,

because you sure as shit ain't loving her like a man.

[door opens] Sofia.

Of course Sofia was shocked

when she walked into the room

just moments later.

Then hurt.

[laughter] Then anger.

But after a while, that all went away,

and they remained good friends.

[chatter]

In fact, Sofia's father liked him better

after he found out Eddie was gay.

He just wanted to get a line in

because he didn't have one.

I guess, in his eyes,

it meant she would remain his little girl

just a little bit longer.

He's in for it.

How long is it gonna take for the meatloaf?

But it wasn't that easy with Eddie's family.

[speaking Spanish]

It's so hard to live with the heat.

Oh, I know.

Eddie's brother Carlos,

he has a way with women.

Oh, yes.

You can say that again.

With ladies, he never had any problem.

But with Eddie,

well,

he's no Carlos.

Why doesn't she come around anymore?

Ai, Ma, I told you,

we're not going to be seeing each other anymore.

What did you do?

Nothing.

[speaking Spanish]

Shh. ...es su problema.

Have I been a good mother?

Ai, Mama.

Of course you have.

Why does this have to be about you?

Did I do something wrong?

No.

Does it have anything to do

with that boy that you've been bringing over?

Does it?

Does it?

Eduardo, ¡siéntate ya!

Like you and Dad understand each other once.

That is not the same.

Agreed, but the feelings are.

Ma, in a sense, it is.

Go.

Just go.

Thomas and I are going to face a lot of crap.

His brother already hates me as it is.

And this neighborhood won't pull its head out of the 1950s.

I need you to be there for me like you've always been.

I need you to be here for me now.

Not now, son.

Not like this.

Ai, Ma.

She comes from a Mexican family

and doesn't speak Spanish?

I mean, ¿Qué es con eso?

Is she ashamed to be Mexican or what?

She-- She's better than us?

[sister] Who are you talking about?

Sofia.

[Ma] No estamos hablando de Sofia.

Wait. Then who are we talking about?

We're talking about your brother.

Eddie?

Oh.

[slap] Oye, ¡Ma!

[knock on door]

You okay, faggot?

Ah, come on, dude.

I'm just trying to make you laugh.

What's up, Eddie?

You haven't been the same since, well--

since you know.

And Mom's worried.

And I'm worried, too, ese.

Look, man, it's just not safe, okay?

Do you know who his brother is?

Fuck him, bro. Fuck him, too.

You know what? Fuck me, too, asshole?

Huh? Say it.

She doesn't understand, bro.

She doesn't need to. You do, okay?

Why can't she accept the fact that--

Dude, she's not, all right?

You got to accept the fact that she never will.

She grew up in different times than us.

Okay? And it's her rules.

We got to play by them.

So just keep it on the down.

Yeah, little brother.

Excuse me?

What, you think you're the only one?

You? No, no, no, no. Yo tampoco.

I ain't no fucking faggot, all right?

Last time I saw culo,

I was pulling your head out of your ass.

I'm talking about Juan.

Juan? You're full of shit.

He's married with four kids.

And so are you gonna be, all right?

Look, you can do whatever the fuck you want, okay?

But just keep it on the down low.

Dude, it is what it is, okay?

But that's supposed to be kept secret.

[speaking Spanish]

I'd hoped as my brother, you'd understand.

Unlike Thomas'

I just hope, with your connections--

Dude, what-- I could protect you?

Dude, there's things I can't protect you from, Eddie.

Okay? Angel's not like me.

All right? You don't think he knows about his brother?

You think he's stupid or what?

He's going to deal with his brother in his own way.

But whatever he does to him

he's going to do to you twice as hard.

So you need to make a choice.

Either you stop seeing him,

or you figure out a way to keep it on the down low.

[knock on door]

He's right.

We need to keep this a secret.

[car alarm honking]

[stops]

¶ I look all around, and I can't choose one ¶

¶ Came from the bottom stayin' hot as the sun ¶

¶ I can't help the fact that you can't get none ¶

¶ Come back to my yacht, and we'll have a little fun ¶

¶ My gang is stronger than a football team ¶

[ring]

Hello.

[Angel] No, you wait.

I'll be right there.

Son of a bitch.

Angel, where are you going?

I got to take care of some family business.

If what I hear is true,

I'm gonna fuck that boy up, so help me.

[girlfriend] He's your brother, Angel.

[Thomas] I'm so sorry, Eddie.

I should have told you.

[wheels screeching]

I...didn't mean to do it.

[gunshot]

I-- I--

Jett, who gave the order?

I said are we good,

you stuttering prick motherfucker.

W-W-We're good.

Jett, a young man is dead.

A young man a witness said you killed.

We know you didn't act alone.

Now, who gave you the order?

It was Angel.

I'm going to get Angel Ramirez.

W-Wait.

W-W-Wait. He didn't know.

He didn't know what, Jett?

That an innocent men would be shot?

I-- I-- He didn't--

You're a very lucky young man.

Looks like Eddie's going to survive.

If you cooperate

and help us put Angel behind bars,

we may choose to overlook your past indiscretions.

[no audible dialogue]

So many secrets.

Some aren't.

Well, I'm going to go check in,

and then I'm going to grab some food.

Thanks.

[Thomas] Tell Mr. Gonzalez

that no matter what happens,

no one will ever know he helped me.

I promise.

I will.

That's awesome. I'll tell him right away.

Thomas, more good news.

Jett did a full confession.

No one is looking for you for anything.

The police just want to talk to you.

Mr. G said you should go and see them right away.

Thomas, you don't have to be afraid anymore.

Leave me alone.

You know, I don't get you.

How can I help you

if you don't let me know what's going on?

Just forget it.

Where are you going?

To pack my things. I'm going home.

[sniffle]

[door closes]

[sobbing]

¶

You're dead if you do it, mister.

What the--

[gunshot, record scratches]

What the fuck's wrong with you?

It's time to get up.

You have a job to do, remember?

Are you c-crazy?

Kill someone with this.

They're only blanks.

Blanks?

What do you think?

I'm gonna have you pop a cap into my stepbrother?

I don't want to kill him.

I just want to shit his pants a little.

Are you good?

¶ Check yourself, you're going insane ¶

¶ You certainly not paying ¶

¶ For things that make you feel good ¶

It looks like rain.

I said are we good,

you stuttering prick motherfucker.

¶ ...that I'll always be here ¶

¶ So don't try to ask someone else ¶

¶ 'Cause if I get-- ¶

We're good.

You know I'd never hurt you.

I love you.

So you say.

You did Angel.

Ancient history.

Y-You know, you--

you really do look good in my sh-shirt.

I look better out of it.

You are s--

so beautiful.

[kissing]

I'll be here waiting.

But until then, get dressed.

You'll be late for Tony.

Y-You know,

I have a bad feeling about all this.

I don't know how I let you and Angel...

talk me into-- Don't worry about it, baby.

You're not going to kill him.

You're not even going to hurt him.

You're just going to scare him, that's all.

I just-- I don't trust him.

Angel?

T-Tony.

He-- He's hiding something.

Everybody is hiding something.

You know this.

A-Are you?

Everybody.

Now be a good boy and get dressed.

Be a man and go do your job,

then come back to me so I can do mine.

Hey, it's Natasha.

Is Angel there?

Where is he?

Right behind you.

Better place to be.

He just left. We only got an hour.

So why are you late?

I-- I was--

m-my girlfriend.

The one with the legs?

I'd like to get in between those legs some day.

You don't mind.

Would you?

Let me see the gun.

W-What are you doing?

They're blanks.

[click]

You only need one to make it blank.

[gun cocks]

Now go in there.

[footsteps]

[gunshot]

Why? Just because he loved another man?

Because he loved the wrong man.

Tony, no.

What's wrong?

We can't do this anymore.

If Angel would find out, he'd kill you.

He'd kill me.

So will I if I catch you with anyone else.

So what, you'd kill me, too?

Maybe not you.

I have to go.

¶ [rap on car radio]

[engine starts]

I'm so sorry, Eddie.

I should have told you.

Thank you for being there for me.

You've been my best friend.

I'll tell you everything.

Hey! What's going on? Come on, let me in.

Good night, Christine.

Jake just texted me, and he's looking for you.

He said you were supposed to meet him.

Oh, shit. I forgot.

It's okay.

No.

No, really.

I have somewhere I need to be anyway.

Where are you going?

Can't a girl have a secret?

I'm fed up with secrets,

from Thomas afraid of telling us about Tony

to the police letting everyone think Eddie was dead.

If Jett knew Eddie was alive,

he wouldn't have talked.

Did the cops want to put Angel away so badly?

Now they're all mad at me for helping him get out.

Yeah, but how did you know Tony switched the blanks?

A little bird told me.

I sure hope that's all he knew.

Yeah. I'm just glad it's over.

It's not over.

Thomas won't rest until they find Tony.

He's under constant protection.

He'll be okay.

I better go.

No worries. I have that thing later anyways.

I'll just finish reading my book.

I won't be too long.

Hey, dude. What's going on?

How's it going?

What?

Do you ever notice

how we always ask questions

but never give any answers?

What?

What are you talking about?

Are you all right, buddy?

Another question.

Oh, here's one for you.

Why were you in such a hurry

to get Angel out of jail?

I mean, Angel, Tony, Jett.

What's the big fucking difference?

The difference is that Angel was innocent.

Oh, yeah. Real innocent.

What does it matter to you anyway?

Nothing, I guess. I'm just so happy.

I like my gang members off the street.

That's all.

I should have never told you anything

about the bullet switch.

You're acting really weird.

Where'd you get that jacket?

You can't even afford to buy your own cigarettes.

I work.

Uh-huh.

Oh, they pay you to look through people's windows now?

Maybe they do. Maybe they do.

[Boy] I have one more ball!

Is there anything else that's been bothering you?

Yeah. Why have you been hanging out

with, like, two complete losers anyways?

Excuse me?

You know who I'm talking about.

That Asian boy toy of yours and that whore.

Don't call Anybodys a whore.

Whatever. You should really just keep your eyes open.

What, and sneak up on them like you do?

You'd be surprise to see what you'd find.

Anyways, I got to go.

I have something I got to do.

I just don't want to see you get hurt.

Here.

Finish the game.

I'll see you later.

Not if I see you first.

What are you doing, Marty?

You'd never spy on your friends,

let alone your girlfriend.

[Anybodys] Can't a girl have a secret?

No.

No. She's entitled to her own personal space.

I'm not going to be like Jake.

[Jake] You'd be surprised to see what you'd find.

Oh, fuck me.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

My mother would be so proud.

Oh, look at my girlfriend. She is beautiful.

You've turned me into a peeping Tom, Jake.

[toilet flushes]

[Marty] This better be good.

Still dressed?

What the fuck?

Did you say something?

Yeah. I was wondering

why you were still wearing this.

We have all night.

You're such a tease.

Mm-hmm.

You like it when you're on top, don't you?

Maybe. At least when you're with me,

you don't have to fake like you do with Marty.

What?

Well, I've got news for her.

I've been faking it, too.

Do you know why girls feel the need to fake it?

You tell me.

Because they actually think we give a fuck.

You're so bad.

He's so dead.

Wait. Hold on.

I got you something for weekend number 3.

Turn around and close your eyes.

Okay. Open them.

Oh, my God.

[mouthing]

[Jake] It's nothing big.

Like your dick.

Jake, it's beautiful.

You like it?

I love it. Thank you so much.

You're so thoughtful.

You shouldn't have spent the money.

Since she'll obviously give it up for free.

You've been taking me out to dinner

and the movies, and now this?

Where have you been getting all the money?

I have a job.

[sputtering]

I never see you go to work.

Then I must be doing it right.

What do you mean?

If I tell you,

do you promise you won't tell anyone?

Promise.

I've been working for Angel.

Oh, my God.

I've been his eyes and ears

for some time now.

In fact, I'm the one

who found out about his brother.

You told Angel about Thomas and Eddie?

Not everything, just what he needed to know.

Why? What's wrong with that?

Eddie got shot.

That's what's wrong.

He's all right.

Besides, how was I to know

Tony was going to get so jealous

and go and try to kill Eddie?

You knew about them, too?

Of course. And Tony paid me a shitload

to keep it quiet.

He paid more than Angel.

That's why I was pissed

when your boyfriend fucked everything up

and got Angel out of jail.

I'd rather be working for Tony.

I can't believe you.

And you don't think any of this is wrong?

It's called being enterprising.

Oh, I have another word for it.

What are you doing?

I can't accept this.

I think you'd better leave.

Oh, come on. So I played them against each other.

They're fucking gang members. Who the hell cares?

Thomas and Eddie care. Their families care.

I care.

What do you want me to say?

Are we going to fuck or not?

Never again. Fine.

Then you can go back to faking it

with your little gay boyfriends.

I will! And how do you know I wasn't faking it with you?

Because you make the same high-pitched scream

you do when you're using your vibrator.

How do you know that?

[gasp]

Have you been watching me?

I never want to see you again.

And to think I almost had sex with you

in my mother's bed.

And to think I almost gave you

my mother's necklace.

Get out!

[thump] Uhh!

[clatter]

[crash]

This was the beginning of the end for me.

It's been an interesting two weeks,

to say the least.

A friend of ours is shot

because of another friend's secret,

and now I've come home

to find that someone in our relationship

has a little secret of their own.

What do you mean?

Someone in our relationship

has been unfaithful to the rest of us.

Would anybody like to come forward?

Does anybody have anything to say?

Okay, it was me.

Michael? Michael!

I'm ashamed. I'm sorry.

I had a moment of weakness.

Maybe two.

Maybe two?

You don't even know

if you had sex twice?

That all depends on your definition, really.

Do you count only penetration?

How could you?

He did it to me.

He? Who was it?

Who?

[camera shutter clicks]

[chuckling]

What's the matter?

Aren't you used to having your picture taken naked?

Not when the photographer's naked, too.

Okay.

We're waiting, Michael.

What about your dad?

Wisconsin.

What about your sister?

Natasha? That whore? Who cares?

I can't believe you would betray me.

You?

I'm so sorry. I really am.

I care about you so much, Anybodys.

You have a fine way of showing it.

I can't believe what I'm hearing.

It's just that Jake is such a--

such a big snake in the grass.

Will you forgive me, Anybodys?

Please?

I don't know.

I promise I'll never be unfaithful again.

All right.

I forgive you, Michael.

You forgive him?

Thank you.

Thank you.

It's all right.

But now I have something to confess to you.

Go for it.

You know I'll understand.

The reason I forgive you, Michael,

is because I, too,

had a little...

indiscretion.

You whore!

What?

You heard me. How could you?

How could I? It's okay for you and not for me?

I'm a guy.

What am I? A whore.

Fuck you, Michael.

Never again, you Jezebel.

Does anybody even use that term anymore?

Stop looking at me.

I'm not looking at you.

Yeah, right. I don't believe this.

I'm getting out of here.

Who else are you looking at?

Shut up, you bitch. You're a whore.

You're the whore. Excuse me.

[Michael] Shut up.

Okay, Marty, we need to talk.

Hold this, please. What?

Please?

Thanks.

You broke my nose. Good.

You asshole, you broke my nose.

Hey, asshole. Huh?

Next time, mind your own goddamn business.

What?

Maybe you can hear this.

What's the matter with you?

You could have shot my hand off.

You would have deserved it.

Come here.

Where are you taking me?

You're about to reconnect with some homies

you haven't seen in a while.

What homies? Where?

Jail, motherfucker.

Hey, look, it's Marty.

Take a picture.

[fireworks explode]

And that's how quickly life can be snuffed out.

One minute you're a living miserable wretch.

Check out Marty.

The next, a dead one.

Strangely enough,

I feel little pain.

Strangely enough,

there isn't any blood.

Where's, um...

There should be blood.

Suddenly, it all became clear.

He didn't shoot me.

Sorry, Jake. Got to go.

[horn honks]

I almost forgot. I came by to thank you.

I'd tell you to watch your back.

But you ain't got to worry about that no more.

What happened?

You tripped and fell on the car.

Just got the wind knocked out of you, that's all.

Oh.

Thanks for saving my life.

Well, now we're even.

I needed to escape.

I just had to get away.

But where was I to go?

Are you all right, Marty?

Where are you going?

Where's he going?

You asshole, you broke my nose.

Excuse me?

Ohh! Son of a bitch!

Marty, what's going on?

Where the hell does he think he's going?

To the only place I knew of

where one can escape their troubles,

if only for a few short hours.

Next stop, the flying elephants.

You know, these guys really have something here.

Not bad.

Not bad at all.

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