All language subtitles for Pose - 01x04 - The Fever

Winter is gone. The ice hath melted.

Are you ready for those
cutoff jeans that display half

of that big old peach of an ass?

Because the category is...

Luscious Femme Queen Body.

Lusciousness.

Titty.

Titaciousness.

Come on, now.

Voluptuous.

The tittiness of it all.

Oh, the vulgarity this scene has become.

When I was coming up, showing skin

meant a slit above mid-thigh.

Why is my glass empty?

How do I look?

Is the category Bore Me to Death?

Aw, sookie sookie, now.

What's coming on here?

Yeah, baby.

Call Minute Maid.

Call "Tropicanta."

There is a juicy battle
on the floor tonight.

Why you got to always run me down girl?

Some mothers raise their children

with the soft touch of a velvet glove.

I prefer being the mother
that slaps them with it,

especially when they're about
to bring shame to my house

by walking a category they're
not physically suited for.

You just said those
other girls look cheap.

Well, what have we here?

Catwoman.

Yes, Siamese.

She's from the Pacific Islands, darling.

I see you.

I see all of it, baby.

Give it to me, Mama.

Body categories are about tits

and asses out to here.

You look like you could crack walnuts

with those ass cheeks.

You're wrong. You'll see.

Oh, wait a minute.

Wait a minute. Excuse me.

Excuse me. I think you may
have misheard, Miss Candy.

This ain't no face category

that you're used to winning every time.

This is a body category.

Body, sugar.

This is a sexy category, sugar,

and ain't no one in this place sexier

than this bitch right here.

And where's the lusciousness?
Where's the juice?

If I squeezed you, I wouldn't be
able to get enough out of you

to fill a Dixie cup of lemonade.

Why don't you come off
that perch and try, bitch.

How about we let the judges settle it.

Shall we?

Judges, your scores

for Juicy Nipples and her juicy nipples?

Ten, ten, ten, ten, ten.

And for Princess Monaco

and that ass that can
launch a thousand ships?

Nine, ten, ten, ten, ten.

And for Miss Siamese Catwoman
crawling across the floor?

What do we got? Nine, nine, nine,

ten, ten.

And now for Miss Candy

from The House of Abundance.

Six, six, six,

six, six.

Oh, sweetie, now do you see?

These are the lowest scores possible.

The mark of the beast.

I believe these are the lowest scores

that any member of The
House of Abundance

has ever received at
any ball I can recall.

I would say that Mother of the Year

for Miss Elektra is clearly threatened

by such poor showing.

Grand prize: Juicy Nipples.

First runner-up: Miss Princess Monaco.

You got another?

You come to rub salt in my wounds?

No.

I don't need your sympathy.

Why you got to be like this?

I'm coming out here
trying to be friendly,

and you acting like I got
some type of ulterior motive.

Just because we in different houses

doesn't mean I don't
got feelings for you

when you get clocked like that.

We all been there.

Not you. You pass.

The most out of every
bitch in that place.

Can I use your light?

Everyone thinks it's all so easy

'cause I look like I do.

It's not.

You know what happened to me last night?

My man was over.

Pillow talking.

You know.

How do you get your skin so soft?

It's my hormones.

Makes your skin all smooth and perfect.

It ain't all good, though.

I get real hungry,

like I could eat up the whole world.

I don't want to do nothing
else but lay around.

Whatever you're doing is working.

- Mmm.
- You're perfect.

Most men like curves nowadays.

All the girls want...

big butts and hips.

I get that.

Really feminine.

Is your wife curvy?

Not naturally.

I mean, after the kids, yeah.

I was kind of into it, now
that I think about it.

Bitch.

Why in the fuck is you
telling me stories

about you and your man?

I'm supposed to feel sorry for you?

I want you to know that we
in the same boat together.

We ain't built all juicy
like them other girls.

We statuesque.

But I also know we can
do something about it.

And I know who we got
to go see to do it.

Who?

Who, bitch?

The category is...

Live...

Work...

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Five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four.

Arms up high. Bounce. Bounce.

Wrap and twist.

Contract to the right.

Push. Push. Little pulse.

Over and up.

Hips do not move. And rest.

Great job, everybody.

Nice job, Mr. Richards.

Get some rest.

- Thank you.
- See you tomorrow.

I saw the sign outside of your office

for the spring showcase.

Um...

I've been working really, really hard

to prove that I'm ready,

and I want to be in it.

Yes, I've observed a marked improvement

for several weeks.

But several weeks does not make you

a dancer worthy of a
spot in the showcase.

You require discipline, technique,

endurance, humility.

- I have all those things.
- You're a junior member.

The showcase is reserved
for senior dancers.

I'm just as good as them. Better.

I don't think you're ready, but

I'll allow your audience

to make that determination
when you perform.

Yes!

Thank you, Ms. St. Rogers.

So, who am I working on?

Am I injecting both of you?

You should go first.

Okay, bitch, pump the brakes.

I got a couple questions first.

What exactly do you do?

Well, I help girls like yourself

who don't have the means
to get work done uptown,

but still want great results.

Girl, she fills you up with silicone.

Same stuff they put in fake titties.

Except they putting it in my ass cheeks.

Won't that just leave you lumpy?

You see all those girls?

That's my work.

No lumps.

What I do is legit.

I worked with a white doctor uptown

who used to do this for the girls

who could actually afford it.

Everything I know, I
learned from watching him.

Walk us through the whole process.

Well, first I'll fill the
syringe with silicone.

Once you've decided
what part of your body

you'd like enhanced,

I'll inject the syringe strategically

to create a fuller look.

Now, you'll have to be very still

for this part of the process.

If you move, I could go too deep.

And trust me, you don't
want this in your blood.

It can cause a ton of problems.

You remember Lisa?

The one that's always breathing heavy.

Yeah.

It ain't 'cause of asthma, girl.

Now, there's gonna be some swelling

at the injection site,

but that's normal. Nothing
a Tylenol can't cure.

- Superglue will stop the bleeding.
- Superglue?

That's for fixing runs in my stockings,

not blood coming out my ass cheeks.

I've never had any complaints
about the work I've done.

I think I'm gonna do it.

- Yeah.
- No, hold up. You can't just cut the line.

- Oh, now she want to.
- I'm going first.

"Don't cut the line." You see this one?

I want an apple bottom,
and I want a "C" cup.

I need to look natural.

We'll start with a liter.

One half on each side of your body.

Done.

That'll be $1,000.

I thought you were injecting me

with affordable silicone, not gold.

Do I look like layaway?

Well, can a bitch get
the wholesale price?

Sure. If you want to
breathe heavy like, uh...

What was her name?

- Lisa.
- Lisa.

Damn.

Five, six, seven, eight.

Keep up, Mr. Richards.

Damon.

Damon? Are you all right?

Yeah, I just pushed myself way too hard.

- Go home, Mr. Richards.
- What? No.

You're burning up. Go home.

All right, let me see.

Oh, you got a fever of 102.

Come here.

Mm, what is that? It smells.

Complain all you want.

We have to break this fever.
I haven't heard anything

about a flu going around.

Has anyone else in your
class gotten sick?

I don't think so.

Well, Damon, what have
your symptoms been?

I'm nauseous.

- I'm tired and...
- Let me see.

... my muscles hurt.

And your glands are swollen.

Damon, have you been having sex?

With Ricky?

I don't want to talk about this.

It's embarrassing.

Save it; we're way past that.

Just answer one question.

When you were having intercourse,

and I'm talking about actual sex,

did you use a condom?

Yes.

But one time it came off.

One time?

Well, how long ago was this?

Why are you asking me
these personal questions?

I don't feel well.

- Right. All right. All right.
- I need some rest.

Just let the aspirin kick in.

Hey. Hey.

It's night? I've been out all day?

I brought you some chicken soup.

Mother says you gotta eat.

You're burning up.

I feel like shit.

Can I ask you something?

When Mother...

When Mother came in here earlier today,

she was asking me all
this stuff about sex.

Like what Ricky and I had got up to,

and if we were having safe sex. Like...

why would she be asking
me questions like that?

She's scared you're seroconverting.

People be fine and looking good...

and then they get, like, a bad flu.

Lots of times...

that flu means you're seroconverting...

which is the first sign
that you have the virus.

Wait.

Y-You... you mean AIDS?

I'm sure you're gonna be okay.

To what do I owe the honor?

I wasn't expecting you back
from London until Saturday.

The Kertész auction left
me feeling melancholy,

so I left early.

Only my favorite girl could cheer me up.

What did you acquire, Mr. Ford?

The ballerina series.

Although none of them

can hold a candle to my
greatest possession.

You still got it.

Why would you ever doubt my skills?

Ten years, that's longer than
both my marriages combined.

But no one keeps fucking the way we do.

It's just not sustainable.

Don't be vulgar, Dick.

- We do have something special.
- Mm.

You've been very good to me.

Ah, so...

you must want something

now that I've had my way with you.

My transsexualism operation.

You know how I feel about that.

I want you as you are. You get cut up

by some doctor, that's someone else.

The woman I have has always had...

- something extra.
- That something extra

has not been on your
to-do list in years.

Don't you paint me as some lazy lay.

You're the one who has always
had a hang-up about it.

What, you think I didn't see
you gritting your teeth,

pretending to like it
when I'd go down on you?

I stopped out of respect for you.

If you respect me so much,

then why does it matter that it's there?

It just does. I...

know what I like, but I can't explain

why my dick gets hard knowing
that yours is there.

All I know is that I
want it in the room.

Now, maybe it's because

I like the feeling of knowing
that I'm getting away

with something that no
one else knows about.

I just want it there.

Most of the time you're
not here, though.

You have helped me live my dreams.

So then why would you want
to change what we have?

Do you understand how rare this is?

Now, when I met you, you were dancing

for chasers for dollars...

in that cum-stained shithole
that I took you out of.

And I gave you a life.

Look at me.

I gave you a life.

A real life...

and now you repay me this way?

I'm 40 years old, Dick,

and I see things as they are, too.

You think I'm not aware
that you'll trade me in

for some young knockoff one day?

That is why I must do this.

For me. For my future.

Well, if that future
involves this procedure,

it obviously doesn't include me.

But I'm not asking for your
permission or your money.

I will do this on my own.

When was the last time you did anything

on your own, penthouse princess?

The category is Beautiful...

Bodacious... Body.

I don't even know why I'm helping you,

considering the coal I got on Christmas.

Stop playing the martyr;
you're my daughter,

and daughters live to
serve their mothers.

Little do you know that you contributed

to something monumental in my life.

I was planning on getting my
transsexualism operation.

I saved all my money

and was sure I was ready to go under.

I must confess.

Children, Mother lost her way.

I forgot that I was a unicorn.

Preach, Mother. There's
only one Elektra.

Besides,

my man wants me just
as I am and so do I.

Why mess with perfection?

Oh, my God.

Girl.

- No.
- What?

Candy, who do you think
you're fooling with?

I'm not trying to fool nobody.

I'm serving body.

This is how I see myself.

You are not going out there

and embarrassing my good name, my house.

This is ballroom.

Categories were created so that
we could live out our fantasies.

We get to be who we want to be.

And this is the image I want to project.

That image is shattered and distorted.

If you're going to serve a look,
it must be suited to you.

It must be streamlined and flattering.

Most of all, it must be real.

Hmm. As real as that wig on your head?

Real? Ha.

These legs are real.

These cheekbones are real.

This whittled waist is real.

I will never judge a
girl for enhancements,

but they need to convince
a skeptical audience

searching for falsities.

And you are convincing no one.

If you walk out that door,

you might as well be
walking as an Evangelista,

because I only raise winners.

Oh, yeah?

- Have you lost your mind?
- Uh-uh.

Fuck her, Lulu.

She doesn't get to dictate
my reality, I do.

Uh...

Candy Abundance.

I am never at a loss for words,

but tonight you have outdid yourself.

You see her?

What is she... ?

I can't even.

Is she for real?

Excuse me, Miss Candy.

Okay, stop the music.

Stop the goddamn music.

All right. Audience, audience, today,

Miss Candy Abundance
has made a discovery.

Groundbreaking, truly.

She has created the
world's largest maxi pad

and tied it around her waist.

I am real.

Oh, is that what that is?

It's padding all right.

And she got a super heavy
flow from the feel of it.

- Come on.
- Break that up. Break that up.

We're not doing that here.

My advice to you, Miss Candy,

is to pull them socks out your bra,

give your mama back her pads,

and think long and hard, Miss Girly,

about a category that
you can actually win.

Why don't you take that mic and shove it

up your loose ass and go fuck yourself?

I do so every day.

- With glee, bitch.
- Oh!

As predicted.

What a catastrophe.

You know what, Elektra? Fuck you.

You've done nothing but push me

down to make yourself feel better.

What are you missing in
your sad, lonely life?

Huh? I'm done.

- Can't do this anymore. I quit.
- You can't quit

when you've already been fired, bitch.

What is ballroom without a little drama?

The next category is

Femme Queen Realness.

And y'all better be ready for inspection

because we're touching skin tonight!

Mother? You're up.

Give it to them.

Oh, here she comes.

And it's Miss Elektra Abundance,

a woman who knows how to flaunt

what God hath given her.

And she is enhanced to perfection.

Let me see. Give it to
me, girl. Yes, bitch.

Mm-hmm.

Y'all see how it's done?

Oh. We have a contender, someone new.

Oh, wait a minute.

Wait a minute, children. I am mistaken.

Not new.

Refreshed.

Oh, shit!

You see? Y'all see how it's done?

Miss Aphrodite from The
House of Extravaganza.

Yes! Yeah.

Where have you been?

Bang... kok.

Bang, bang, bitch. Bang, bang!

Oh, children, look at her,

glowing like the goddamn moon, honey.

Judges, judges, I want you to inspect

each lady within an inch

of their very lives.

Yes, the silkiness...

is it smooth?

Is she cocoa butter smooth, babies?

All right, that's enough. That's enough.

Time for scores. Miss Aphrodite. Ten.

Ten, ten, ten, ten. All
tens across the board.

And what do we have for Miss Elektra?

Ten, ten, ten, ten.

Nine. Grand prize:

Miss Aphrodite from The
House of Extravaganza.

First runner-up: Miss Elektra Abundance.

Y'all are fierce.

Make that shit happen for real.

Thank you, ladies, for gracing us

with your presence on this evening.

Y'all don't know nothing about that.

Get your ass to Bangkok, baby.

Well done. Let me treat
you to a nightcap.

Really? I would love that.

You were the first woman
I seen walk a ball.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

You had your hair slicked
all the way back,

you wore a black cutout dress
and a beaming red lip.

You looked like the new Revlon girl.

- That was in '84, London's Ball.
- Exactly.

And you won grand prize.

I was just a confused 17-year-old queen

in the audience, but you made
becoming a woman seem possible.

- And now, you have eclipsed me.
- Never.

You're Elektra Abundance,

the blueprint, an eternal icon.

Even icons get old.

That's what I admire
about you younger girls.

You have no fears, no regrets.

You don't wait. You do, no
matter the consequences.

Oh, I thought about the
consequences every day.

But I was ready for completion,

my final stage.

It's like I finally felt whole.

For me...

I don't feel incomplete.

I just feel inconvenienced.

My man... he's adamant
that I don't have it.

He's generous, but not
when it comes to this.

I know he will leave me in
the streets if I have it,

but I'm tired of living in
this in-between for him.

There's nothing... especially a man,

no matter how fine, how rich...

compares to when you
look between your legs

and see nothing there.

Ignore me.

No. You want this.

You're being real.

I really do.

I can see what it's done for you.

I want that.

Then go and get it.

Dive in every morning and then
wash away all those fears.

How lucky are we?

We create ourselves.

Shit, we are the real Dreamgirls.

Aha. Mr. Richards.

So the nurse tells me you have a fever.

Never fear. Dr.

Love... is here.

Still 102. How you feeling?

Terrible.

Then why are you getting up?

I can't miss rehearsal.

I promised Helena that
I wouldn't let her down.

Blanca can call her and explain

that you're not feeling well.

Hey. Now get back in bed.

If this fever doesn't break by tomorrow,

I'm taking you to see the doctor.

Come on.

What?

Ricky, are you negative?

You don't have HIV.

Now get some sleep.

Ricky, answer the question.

I'm not sure.

I don't think so.

What does that even mean?

It means I've never been tested.

But we've had sex.

- Safe sex.
- Not every time.

Well, whose fault is that?

You said it felt better.

I should have listened to Lil Papi.

He warned me about you.

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

How many people have you slept with?

I don't know. Like... 50?

50?

50?!

Oh, my God. Oh, my...

Oh, my God.

- You should have told me.
- And if I had,

what would it have changed?!

The only way you can get HIV

is if you're the receiver.

I've only bottomed, like, two times.

Listen to me.

If you were positive,

I'd be showing symptoms, too.

You should have heard them talking,

like not knowing is an okay thing.

- They're young.
- That's my point.

They don't know shit about shit.

It's my job to teach them.

What's the point in being their mother

if I can't do what I need to do

to protect them from the one thing

we all know is coming for 'em?

Teach 'em to be careful.

They kids.

Most of the grown men
we know aren't careful.

They got to get checked, and
not just for their sake.

They need to know so they
don't hurt nobody else.

I stopped getting tested.

What?

After Costas got sick,

and I saw how the AZT made him sicker.

He's not the first.

I know about five people

where the drugs killed 'em
before the virus did.

But you don't know that.

I know that Ronald Reagan
will not say the word "AIDS."

- I...
- Health insurance

will not cover any treatments.

The world wants us dead.

They don't think this is a plague.

They think it's some
sort of divine justice

or Darwin's answer for sodomy.

I used to get tested every month,

but now I just...

I'm just extra careful
when I do what I do,

and I am... living my life.

You're whistling past the graveyard.

Maybe!

But you knowing and me not knowing...

it's not gonna change the
fact that at some point,

this shit is gonna run us all down.

You are one pessimistic
motherfucker, I'll tell ya.

I'm a realist.

- And I'm scared.
- I know you are.

But what is scared to us?

It's like water to a fish.

There's no point in dreaming of a life

without having to be scared.

But you're also strong and brave.

Brave enough to get up on that stage

and take on all of us crazy
bitches night after night.

We are all gonna get tested,

and we are all gonna get
through this... together.

It's good to see you,
Damon. How you feeling?

That fever took hold of your soul.

I know. Six days before
it finally broke.

But I'm feeling like myself again.

Went to my first dance rehearsal today,

and I feel pretty good.

Glad to hear it,

and I'm glad you guys
could join me today.

What's the special occasion?

We are going to get tested for HIV.

And I don't want to hear any,
"I don't need to be tested."

You're going, you're
going, you're going.

We need to know our stats

so we can stop spreading this disease.

I want to know.

And if we do it together,

it'll be less scary.

Don't you want to know?

I'm not sure.

I guess.

- You coming, too, right?
- Oh, he doesn't need to get tested.

- He's not running the streets.
- I think I do.

But you can't get it from a woman.

Listen, I prefer the ladies,

but I'm an equal opportunity lover.

- Ain't nothing wrong with that.
- But wait.

If you're being safe, you
shouldn't have anything

- to worry about, right?
- Back in the day,

when I was real hard up for cash,

I'd let dudes suck my dick.

The symptoms are
different with everybody.

I have friends who have been
diagnosed and are just fine.

And then, I had friends who dropped dead

because they didn't know they had it.

Once it's in you,

you're on borrowed time.

You sure this is legit?

You know that girl Revlon?

That ass is fine as shit.

She said this lady, Ms.
Orlando, gave it to her

for ten percent of what
that Clarissa charge.

I mean...

is... this safe?

We gonna breathe funny after?

Beggars can't be choosers. Come on.

Uh-uh.

Come on!

The good Lord

made all the girls that
want to be skinny... fat,

and all the girls that
want to be fat... skinny.

But Ms. Orlando is here

to make things right.

Ooh.

Don't be jealous of a perfect mug.

How come you're less than
half the price of Clarissa?

Because Clarissa get her silicone

from a doctor on the Upper West Side.

I go down to Honduras

and get the same shit for pennies.

The exact same?

Eh... there's some differences,

but I add some of my own ingredients

- to make it the same.
- Like what?

Are you guys here to get beautified,

or to steal my proprietary secrets?

Hmm.

You can't pass without curves.

I say this with love.

Look at me.

Men throw themselves at me.

Every man wants a plump lip

and a luscious breast.

Okay. Okay. Okay. Wait.

I got cash. See?

I want breasts, and I want hips.

I need to look like a Coke
bottle, but with big titties.

Wonderful.

I'm gonna give you four
shots in your hips,

but then you have to move it around

so it's even before it gets hard.

Okay. What? You want to go first?

No.

Nah. I'm gonna skip today,

see how it goes with you.

Hey, come on. Lay down there.

- Okay.
- Are you ready?

Wait. Okay. Hold my hand.

Okay, I'm ready.

Hmm.

I'm gonna make you pretty.

- Oh.
- Ooh.

I was never any good at tests.

Yeah, me neither.

But there's power in
knowing. Remember that.

And, you know, in two
weeks' time, we'll...

we'll find out we pass, right?

Yeah.

Number 53.

That's me.

All right.

That was it? That's pretty easy.

- All done.
- That was, that was good.

That was like a walk in the park.

Oh, look at all these femme queens.

Body in the building, children.

Yes, so luscious,

so supple.

Judges, your scores.

Ten, nine, nine, ten, ten.

Work it out. Who's coming next?

The basketball bouncing boobies, baby.

Give it to me! Give it to me!

What are your scores?
Eight, eight, eight,

eight, eight. Thank you very much.

Any more contender... Oh!

Is it Chaka-Chaka, Chaka Khan?

Work! Yes! Live!

Oh, Angel.

- Can you zip me up, please?
- Yeah.

How do I look?

Good. You look good, girl.

Yeah. Is it hot in here?

Hot?

Half your ass is hanging
out this skirt, Ma.

You're not hot, though?

Maybe you're getting sick.

There's a flu going around.
Damon had it last week.

Well, I'll get some rest
after I snag this trophy.

Okay. Work, sis. You got this.

***

Is that Miss Candy?

She's back, coming down this runway

with more curves than a racetrack.

I see you.

And I heard from a
little birdie backstage

them curves is bought and paid for.

Come on. You got your scores, babies?

Ten, ten, ten, ten,

ten!

Across the board!

Everybody loves a perfect!

I quit the house.

So why you being so nice to me?

I fired you, actually.

But I didn't mean it.

You're rebellious and usually boring,

but I still have use for you.

Well, what if I did mean it?

Then there's the door.

What's it say?

101.

It's going down.

Because of the antibiotics
I procured for you.

You're not the first
girl I've seen go down

this particular avenue of dum-dum.

Why didn't you come and talk
to me about this first?

I would have sent you
to the right people.

The fuck I want to talk
to you about anything?

The only thing you like
to talk about is you.

You think you're a queen.

You're the worst mother
I have ever seen.

You don't want children,
you want subjects.

You have no idea what it's like.

How different it is to live this life

when you... look like you,

have your money.

I hate what I see when
I look in the mirror.

I'm so lonely.

You think I was born a butterfly?

I am who I am because I know who I am,

and I refuse to ever let
anyone ever tell me otherwise.

I still made mistakes.

And I still feel pain
when I look in the mirror

and see the body staring back at me.

What part?

You know what part.

But I thought you said he liked it.

And that you were okay with it.

That's the price you pay
for all that finery?

I'm not okay with it.

And you know what? No one...

is going to tell me who I am

or what I want.

I'm having that procedure done.

I will be everything I was born to be.

Now, you sit tight.

I'm going to run and grab
us some hot and sour soup.

What's the matter, baby?

Too much to drink, or...

- is the thrill losing its edge?
- No.

No, it's the whiskey.

It's happened to me before.

Especially with guys like you.

Y'all just...

get me out of your system.

- No. No, no, baby.
- Mm-hmm.

It's the booze, it's the
booze. Just keep trying.

Try.

Come on.

Come on.

You're lying.

I'm not lying.

Did you shoot your load
with your wife earlier?

No room for seconds with your mistress?

Angel, what's wrong?

You're acting crazy.

Are you drunk?

Uh-uh, no.

I want to know the truth.

Just say it.

You're more attracted to her

than you are to me.

She must have those nice round hips

after having those babies, right?

Come on, baby, come on.

It's just the booze. It's the booze.

Come on...

No.

I'm not doing nothing
until I know your story.

You wanted a side piece, you could have

fucked your secretary like most guys do.

And if you wanted to pay for it,

how come you chose to spend a week

driving around those docks, Stan?

You were looking for me,

for someone like me.

You were specific.

I was... curious. I was interested.

It was scary, but... but I couldn't...

I couldn't stop myself.

I was an experiment to you.

No, don't think you're an experiment.

Mm-hmm.

You think you're the only stray
white boy from the suburbs

that has me as his fantasy?

You go from girl to girl, Stan.

I've never been with anyone else.

- Just you.
- So far.

How come the last time when
we was fooling around,

and it was taking you
some time to get hard,

you reached around and
played with my dick?

- I did that...
- And then you was like a rock.

- I did that for you.
- Oh...

I could tell you were getting turned on.

- I-I thought you would like it.
- I told you,

I don't like that!

I did that for you!

- Are you gay?
- No! I'm not gay.

- Have you been with men before?
- No. I've never been with men.

- I'm not interested in that.
- Oh.

Not at all.

I told you that.

Don't think I haven't
thought about this.

I just like you.

I don't know why, I just do.

Would you still want me
if I had a sex change?

I want you to do what
you want, but yeah.

Uh, yeah. I don't care.

I...

Is that what this is about?

You want that? Y-You
want money for that?

You do want me to change.

Jesus, Angel.

You're all over the place.

Is the booze screwing with your hormones

- or something?
- I just want to know the truth.

Who are you?

I don't know.

When I was in college, I went...

I went to a porno book store.

It was one of those big
ones in Times Square

that has everything.

I owned one old Playboy since I was 14;

I wanted to get something
more hard-core.

There was one section of
magazines off to the side,

and they were wrapped up in brown paper,

but I could still see the title.

I got all hot in the face and nervous,

but it also made me a little hard.

And it made no sense to me.

I never thought about
anything like that before.

I'm a pornographic
magazine come to life.

That's not fair, that's not what I said.

Am I real to you at all?

Yes, you're more than real to me.

Angel, don't do this.
What are you doing?

Get out of my apartment.

No.

Get out!

You piece of shit!

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Damon, your HIV exam came back negative.

Thank you, Jesus, thank you, Je...

Thank you.

Hmm.

Number 42.

I'll feel better when I,
when I find out about you.

Mm-hmm.

Yes.

Yes.

53?

I promise I'll always be safe.

I've learned my lesson.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

I'm negative.

28.

Oh. Hey, I'll be right back.

We detected antibodies in your blood.

Yeah, uh, you have to
run the test again.

It could be a false positive.

I can assure you we ran it twice.

The results were the same.

You're HIV positive.

I'm sorry.

This is the...

this is the moment that I dreaded most.

Dodged it, for years.

And now the son of a bitch has
finally caught up with me.

Oh, my God.

Well, there's no use in

shedding good tears

over something you can't change, right?

Oh, my God.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus.

I got to pull myself together

before I go back out to those boys.

I got to pull myself together.

Could you...

- Can I just have a minute, please, alone?
- Of course.

Oh, my God.

It was negative. I-I'm negative.

- Ooh.
- Nice.

So let's, um, go-go,

- uh, celebrate, right?
- Yes.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Mm. Mm!

You got to take a picture of
this one for your flipbook.

Plans, plans, plans.

Blanca is always about her plans.

I am sorry if I am happy and hopeful.

I'm about to go see my child

perform for all of those civilized folk

wearing this magnificent
creation you made for me.

Damon is getting his shot,

all of y'all are healthy.

Life isn't always good,

but right now, in this moment,

it's good.

I lied.

About what?

I lied about my results.

Pray Tell, are you positive?

Why would you lie about
something like that?

You know what?

Who am I to ask?

But now I'm gonna end up in some

hospital, wasting away.

With a nurse who won't bring me my food.

Oh, stop saying that.

But it's true. It's true. We've seen it.

They don't know shit
about this thing yet,

which means they don't
know if it's incurable yet.

Baby, they don't want to cure it.

Of course they do.

Somebody does.

Win the Nobel Prize and all of that.

And you and I are gonna
take care of each other,

and we are gonna find
every treatment and drug,

and we are gonna survive
as long as we can.

I'm not ready to die yet.

Me, neither.

Before we discuss scheduling,

it's my duty to talk through

preparation, surgery and
aftercare with you.

But let's start with the
questions you have for me.

How bad will it hurt?

Most of my patients only remember

waking up in the recovery room.

You won't be alone.

You'll have a team of the
best taking care of you,

including me.

I've always had someone.

I've always had him by my
side, taking care of me.

I've been with him for ten years.

That's rare.

Do you know what I'm giving
up to go through this?

I can only imagine the sacrifices

you've made to be here,

but it's never a bad
decision to choose yourself.

You will feel free.

I've seen it with my own eyes.

I marvel every time.

I'm ready.

That's my baby. That's
my baby right there.

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