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(Disco music)

(§ "Supersonic Love", Eddie Warner)

♪ Supersonic love

(Audience cheers)

(Pat) Good evening.

(Cheers)

I'm Mister Pat.

(Audience cheers)

And I'm... and I'm

back.

(Audience cheers)

(Music fades)

(Breathes heavily)

(Sighs)

(Indistinct chatter)

(Soft music)

(Audience applause)

(♪ "The Man that Got Away, Judy Garland)"

♪ The night is bitter

♪ The stars have lost their glitter

♪ The winds grow colder

♪ Suddenly you're older

♪ And all because of the man

(Beeping) ♪ that got away

(Woman over PA) Good afternoon, residents.

Lunch will be served in 5 minutes.

Our special item of the day, fruit cocktail.

- & No more his eager call? - (Chair buzzing)

♪ The writings on the wall

♪ The dreams you dreamed

♪ Have all gone astray

♪ The man that won you

♪ Has ran off and undone you

♪ That great beginning...

(Shaundell) Good, Pat. Keep those legs moving.

♪ ...the final inning

♪ Don't know what happened

♪ It's all a crazy game...

(Music stops)

- (Woman 1) A word? - (Woman 2) What's it say?

(Woman 1) I wouldn't suggest a...

(Woman 3) No, I don't think so. The words are too small.

(Woman 2) You guys gonna go outside?

- I wouldn't. I'm not going... - (Woman 2) You're going outside?

- Or I think I will. - (Woman 2) No, no.

(Woman 3) I'll help you get out there. We'll have a little picnic outside.

- It'll hurt my hair if it's windy. - (Woman 1) You're not getting hurt...

(Woman 2) You're not gonna let me go outside with you?

Sure, it'll be fine.

(Woman 2) I don't know. I don't know.

I think my daughter is coming today.

- (Indistinct chatter) - (Sighs)

(Woman 1) How is your book coming along?

(Woman 3) It's not very interesting.

(Woman 1) Why do you keep reading it?

(Woman 3 chuckles)

(Woman 3) I haven't got anything else to do.

That's too bad.

(Woman singing opera)

(♪ "Casta Diva", Vincenzo Bellini)

(Exhales)

Eunice!

Eunice!

Pat! You're still alive?

(Laughing)

(Shaundell) What did I tell you about keeping your head elevated?

(Sighs) What am I gonna do with you?

- (Groans) - (Shaundell sighs)

There you go.

I saw that, bitch.

- Girl, you are too much. - (Chuckles)

(Indistinct chatter)

(Female voice on PA) Good morning, everyone.

(Crowd, faintly) Good morning, miss.

(Laughing)

(Chair scrapes)

(Chair scrapes)

(Birds tweeting outside)

(Lighter clicks)

(Lighter clicks)

(Chuckles)

(Papers rustle)

(Opera singing continues)

- (Knocking at door) - (Lock clicks)

A Mr Shanrock here to see you. Says he's an attorney.

Should I tell him you're dead?

(Footsteps approaching)

Patrick Pitsenbarger! It's been years.

Have you seen "The Register" today?

I'm sorry to let you know that a former client has passed away.

We've lost

Rita Parker Sloan.

Rita specified in her will

that you were to do her hair and make-up for the funeral.

First showing is day after tomorrow at 11am.

Ransom Funeral Home will require your services tomorrow night.

(Paper rustles)

That photo is from a year ago.

Perhaps you could recreate the same hairstyle?

- Split ends and all? - He speaks!

Oh, I'll... I'll never forget

how you used to make up Rita for her Christmas parties at the mansion.

Boy oh boy, Patrick...

You made Rita Parker Sloan the most glamorous woman in town.

She should have updated her will.

I entered her final revisions personally a week before she died.

Rita left me... as a client. You remember?

I also remember you were close friends,

- dear friends. - (Sighs)

(Clicks tongue) I haven't pulled hair in years.

Naturally, the will makes a provision for services rendered.

(Paper rustling)

Rita wants to make things right.

I'm retired.

- (Beeps) - (Chair whirs)

Let bygones be bygones, Patrick.

It's not healthy to hold a grudge.

You would deny a great woman her dying wish?

(Door opens)

Show the gentleman the door.

Mr Shanrock?

Bury her with bad hair.

(Bell ringing)

(Woman over PA) The medication window is now open.

(Door slamming)

(Exhales)

(Dog barking)

(Lighter clicks)

(Lighter clatters)

(Paper rustles)

(Paper rustles loudly)

(Breathes heavily)

(Paper rustles)

(Paper rustles)

(Soft music)

♪ No complaints and no regrets

♪ I still believe In chasing dreams

♪ And placing bets

♪ But I have learned that All you give is all you get

♪ So give it all you've got

♪ I had my share

♪ I drank my fill

♪ And even though I'm satisfied

♪ I'm hungry still

♪ To see what's down Another road beyond the hill

♪ And do it all again

♪ So here's to life

♪ And every joy it brings

♪ So here's to life

♪ To dreamers

♪ And their dreams... ♪

(Music fades)

(Sighs)

(Shuffles)

(Scrapes)

- (Paper rustles) - (Knocking at door)

(Door opens)

- You smoking in here, Pat? - (Grunts)

Uh-huh. Well, let's elevate your head.

(Chokes)

(Retches, coughs)

- Okay, stay calm, stay calm. - (Breathes heavily)

- Breathe. - (Breathes heavily, exhales)

How many times have you promised?

(Breathes heavily)

Where they at, Pat?

(Breathes heavily)

I know they are around here somewhere.

Sometimes I think you want to have another stroke.

(Exhales) Shaundell, that's all I have.

(Paper rustles)

(Door shuts)

- (Metallic clang) - (Zipper zips)

(Gentle music)

(Paper rustles)

(Sighs)

(Music continues)

Miss Gertie always had beautiful hair.

Remember this one?

(Piano music continues)

Beautiful.

(Liquid trickling)

Don't worry.

We will clean it up.

(Indistinct chatter)

(Piano music fades)

(Machine beeping)

(Breathes heavily)

(Breathes heavily)

(Clattering of various objects)

(Zipper zips)

(Paper rustles)

(Clattering)

(Sighs)

(Bell ringing)

(Female voice on PA)

(Indistinct chatter)

(Rattling)

(Mutters indistinctly)

Here, it's open.

(Gentle music)

(Birds chirping)

(Inhales then exhales deeply)

(Music fades)

(Hum of car engine)

- (Josiah) Morning. - (Pat) Hello.

Is the Ransom Funeral Home still downtown?

Yes, sir.

Water Street, just down past the Parker Sloan Mansion.

Have a nice day.

(Josiah) It's some hike from here though.

(Footsteps receding)

(Groans)

Sir, are you all right?

Let me give you a hand.

(Groans)

I'm fine.

- Can I give you a ride to Ransom? - No, no, no.

I'm going shopping.

(Groans)

(Car whooshes past)

- (Car whooshes past) - (Door beeps)

(Country music plays quietly in the background)

Pack of Mores.

Mores? For real?

Folks don't ask for these nowadays.

(Paper rustles)

Your wife still smokes Mores?

(Paper rustles)

(Lighter clicks)

(Exhales)

She adores them.

Knapp Beauty Supply, still on Tiffin Avenue?

No clue, dude.

There's a fabulous salon down by the waterfront,

Dee Dee Dale's place.

(Scoffs) She's still alive?

(Woman 1) Dee Dee has everything.

Thank you, miss, but my client demands high-quality beauty products.

Like Vivanté.

(Woman 2 scoffs) They still make Vivanté?

- (Machine beeps) - 5.23.

For one pack?

(Notes rustle)

You can charge it instead?

- You cash checks? - (Lyle) Personal?

Government.

I know what you're thinking.

How can someone so flawless possibly be on Social Security?

You took the words right out of my mouth.

Two more packs of Mores for the road.

- (Machine beeping) - (Clattering)

(Lyle) 21.92 is your change.

And some tickets.

Two Some Like it Hot, eight Casino Royale

and one Fastest Road To One Million.

Hit me.

(Lighter clicks)

- (Car whooshes past) - (Scratching)

(Crows cawing)

- Hm. - (Car whooshes past)

(Dog barking)

(Hum of traffic)

(Car horn honking)

(Country music)

- That rock sure is different. - (Chuckles)

There are plenty more where this came from.

David gave them all to me and each one has a story.

I'll bet.

- (Pat) I have a job to do. - (Woman) What's that?

I have to make a lady beautiful. Her hair.

Is that what you do?

- You're a beautician? - Yeah. I was... Yeah, yeah.

I'm a hairdresser, I was very successful...

- Oh! - When I was young

in this beautiful town.

I had the best clients, the richest woman.

- Who was that? - And then...

- What? - Who was that?

Rita.

And then, my assistant opened her own store

right across from me

and took one of my most important clients with her.

- That took some nerve. - Yeah, and then my friend died.

Your friend, David?

Yeah, David died. And I took a second mortgage.

But the nephew took everything. He got everything. I lost it.

- What did David die of? - AIDS.

(Bluegrass music playing)

♪ I'll fly away, oh glory

♪ I'll fly away (in the morning)

♪ When I die hallelujah by and by I'll fly away

♪ When I die hallelujah by and by

♪ I'll fly away ♪ - (Car horn honks)

(Hum of traffic)

(Birds chirping)

(Sighs)

(inhales sharply)

(Sobs)

(Gentle melancholic piano music)

(Water splashing)

(Sobs)

(Birds chirping)

(Music builds)

(Lighter clicks)

(Music continues)

(Clears throat)

(Hum of traffic)

(Gentle contemplative music)

Hello.

Sandusky.

(Birds chirping)

Now, you know, there's a lot of things that I am not,

- and the one is one of them. - I know that, girl. I know it.

(Chuckles)

Honey, you are a fiery one yourself too.

(Upbeat music)

- This used to be... - White?

My beauty supply store.

- I had an account. - Oh.

You goin' way back in the day. (Chuckles)

What you looking for?

Perfect Powder Bleach and Vivanté.

(All cackle)

You won't get that here.

And, baby, that smack don't stick to nappy heads.

Now, if you want some Kizzy's Daughter Pomade,

or Miss Zora's Buttercream,

hell, even some juicy ass Jerri Curl, I got you.

- Try Dee Dee Dale's downtown. - I'd rather swallow mucus.

Oh! (Laughter)

Why don't you tell us how you really feel? (Chuckles)

He right, though.

I graduated with Dee Dee and she nasty. (Scoffs)

Well, Dee Dee's the only game in town these days, for real.

Aw, baby. You look like your poodle just died.

I mean, we lost our Sally Beauty.

Unless you finna drive all the way out to Lora in.

Whoa, hold up, baby. Slow your roll.

Now, your poor white head turned to a hot damn crisp.

- (Phyllis) Yes, it is. - I don't suppose you sell sunscreen?

(Laughter)

Oh, that was good. You... (Clears throat and chuckles)

Oh, bless his heart. Help him out.

Hmm.

(Ro Ro sighs)

(Pat sighs)

Here, take Erma's hat.

I don't wanna hear nothing about no skin cancer. (Chuckles)

And Erma won't miss it?

(Ro) No, baby. Erma's dead.

Erma don't miss shit.

(Raucous laughter)

(Ro) Come on, sashay.

Hattitude.

Yes. That girl!

- (Phyllis) My goodness. - (Ro Ro) A mess.

- (Laughing) - Oh, child.

(Man on radio) 102.7.

It's gonna be another scorcher out there, Sandusky.

Checking the weather, it is hot!

(Children cheering)

(Children cheering)

- (Girl) Let's go. - (Upbeat music)

($ "1 Thing", Amerie)

♪ Oh, been trying to let it go

♪ Trying to keep My eyes closed

♪ Trying to keep it Just like before

♪ The times we never Even thought to speak

♪ Don't wanna Tell you what it is

(Girls cheer)

(Pat) What? (Chuckles) Oh!

♪ It's this one thing That's got me trippin'

♪ It's this one thing That's got me trippin'

♪ This one thing My soul may be feelin'

♪ It's this one thing You did, oh, oh

♪ It's this one thing That caught me slippin'

- (Pat) Bye. - (Children) Bye.

(Song fades)

(¢ "Yesterday When I Was Young)"

♪ Somehow It seems the love I knew

♪ Was always The most destructive kind

♪ Yesterday, when I was young

♪ The taste of life was sweet As rain upon my tongue

♪ I teased at life As if it were a foolish game

♪ The way the evening breeze May tease the candle flame

♪ The thousand dreams I dreamed

♪ The splendid things I planned

♪ I always built to last On weak and shifting sand

♪ I lived by night and shunned The naked light of day

♪ And only now I see How the time ran away

♪ Yesterday when I was young...

(Distant laughter)

(Muffled singing)

- (David) Hey, mister. - (Muffled singing)

(David) Everyone's here.

(Muffled singing)

- (Cacophony of voices) - Come out to the garden.

(Evie) Can you hear me?

(Indistinct chatter)

You tore my house down?

(Sighs)

- She was just too far gone. - We feel sick.

Did you find anything down there?

- Like what? - There was a box of Vivanté.

Ooh! Don't go anywhere.

Please, let's step outside.

Here, David and I planted the calla lilies.

And there was the fountain.

Oh, is that what that was?

My client, Rita, donated the tiles she brought back from Italy

to do her master bath.

But then she changed her mind about the colour.

(Evie chuckles)

David built it. Everything from scratch.

- Sounds like quite a guy. - But he didn't have a will.

Oh.

His nephew inherited everything.

Well, at least something like that can never happen today.

- Yeah. Great. - Surprise! Remember this?

Where's my shampoo?

This was all that was left in your old house.

(Gentle music)

I think I should go.

Will you come back and visit sometime?

Yeah.

(Melancholic music)

- (Evie) Bye, Pat. - (Scottie) Bye.

- Thanks for the lunch! - (Evie and Scottie chuckle quietly)

(Pat) Sandusky, here I come.

(Music builds gently)

- Hello. - Hi.

(Dramatic music)

Eunice?

Eunice?

Eunice.

(Seagulls cawing)

(Phone ringing)

(Man on phone) Shanrock and Shanrock.

(Pat) Uh, Walter Shanrock, please.

(Man on phone) He's at the courthouse until 4:00.

- What's this in reference to? - (Pat) Rita Parker Sloan.

(Music fades)

Uh, cream and sugar.

(Liquid being poured)

(Seagulls cawing)

(Ro Ro) Try Dee Dee Dale's downtown.

(Woman) Dee Dee has everything.

(Phyllis) I graduated with Dee Dee. She nasty.

(Hum of traffic)

That'll be 83 cents.

(Clatter of coins)

Thank you.

(Seagulls cawing)

(Contemplative music)

(Church bells ring)

(Water splashing)

(Music builds)

(David's voice echoes) Hey, mister.

Come to the garden.

(Inhales)

- (Man) So sorry to hear about Rita. - (Shanrock) Yes, great woman.

(Pat) Mr Shanrock.

- (Pat) Mr Shanrock? - Pat?

I'll do Rita. One condition.

I need cash now.

Oh, I'm sure Rita would be tickled pink.

But there's a protocol, Pat.

I can't just make a withdrawal from First Sandusky.

Oh, no? Your brother owns the bank!

We will be delighted to prepare a certified check

for 25,000 dollars after the estate clears probate.

- And how long would that take? - No more than 6 months.

6 months? I'll be dead by then!

Listen, buster. I know we've had our ups and downs.

But like I told you, when your partner's next of kin retained the firm

to settle his estate, I don't make the rules.

And I most certainly don't walk around town with my client's money.

I have expenses. I have to purchase beauty products.

Give me a loan. Some kind of advance, please.

(Groans) Would two tens help?

The Ransoms will have Rita ready by 7pm tonight.

Please be prompt. You know Sherman doesn't like to wait.

(Slow-paced upbeat music)

(Indistinct background chatter)

- (Alarm blaring) - (Male voice) Please stop!

Please stop! Please stop!

(Birds chirping)

- Jeffrey, keep the change. - Why, thank you.

(Seagulls cawing loudly)

(Clattering)

(Hum of traffic)

(Upbeat music)

(Car engine starting)

(Tristan) I don't have a two, I don't have three,

I don't have four, but I have five.

Linda, I'm gonna take you at five.

We're gonna do the straightener.

- Do you have an appointment? - No.

Okay. I'm just gonna put this in for you.

And here's 5% of your next and you'll have Caroline.

She's so good. Okay, darling?

- Thank you very much. - Of course. Have a wonderful day.

You too.

- (Metallic clattering) - (Upbeat music in the background)

(Dee Dee) Oh my God.

Pat?

Is it you?

No.

(Dee Dee) You look so

athletic.

Wow. Come on in.

(Sighs) Now, Tristan, check this out.

This man gave me my first job in the business.

And now he is mopping your Vivanté.

Well... he shouldn't have done that,

but after all, you gotta catch this guy a break 'cause... he really is a legend.

This is Patrick Pitsenbarger.

He did all the socialites of Sandusky back in the day.

That's right. Once upon a time.

Well, I can dust that off for you if you want.

Yeah, you know, I started off sweeping hair,

and then, I worked my way all the way up to second chair.

I was so proud when Dee Dee opened up her own shop

right across the street from mine.

You know, Patrick was always so particular.

(Pat) And Dee Dee was very nice to my clients.

In fact, she took my best one with her when she quit.

Well, Sandusky is

having a real comeback right now, huh?

My business is doing great. I know that.

I mean, I've had to expand this place

and make it a multi-service salon with all the amenities.

Clients want craft, Dee Dee, no bells and whistles.

No...

God forbid you ever listened to anybody about anything.

You know what? They, uh

they've discontinued the Vivanté

because it's... It's got too high VOCs.

But you know, I mean, there's plenty of green and clean technologies

you know, that came up after you lost your little shop.

(Scoffs)

But that's okay. It's Rita's favourite.

Oh.

Well, maybe, you're gonna have to tell Rita that in Heaven.

I mean, you don't even know this, but Rita kicked the bucket this week.

My dear, I'm on the way to Ransom.

No, you're not.

Sherman's doing her in house.

Shanrock came personally. And he begged me.

He begged me to do her hair.

Really?

In death, Rita remembered that she had taste.

Taste or dementia? You decide.

But anyway, you know, whatever you gotta do

to feel good about yourself.

Guess what, I'm gonna give this to you for 2.49.

That's a dead-stock discount.

Oh, you don't have the money?

Aw, I'm sorry. I can't give it to you.

Because guess what, I'm still waiting for my last three pay checks.

All right

silly!

So it's... I'm gonna give it to you.

It's just, I mean, I...

But I don't know how much good it's gonna do you because, you know

all the bald spots.

(Phone ringing)

(Breathes heavily)

(Dee Dee) I didn't steal Rita from you, Mister Pat.

You dropped the ball and I was there to catch it.

(Panting) Eunice?

Eunice!

(Birds chirping)

(Dog barking)

- (Scraping) - (Male voice on radio)

(Clattering)

- Hm. - (Clattering)

(Hangers clattering)

- You made me blonde. - Excuse me?

I wasn't sure at first,

but then I saw the rings and I knew.

I came to you when I was 19. Remember?

- Yes. - (Laughs)

I wouldn't think you would remember. I only came in there once.

I'm sorry.

Are you kidding me? You were wonderful.

I had a young one at the time

and I couldn't keep up with the blonde maintenance.

Or the price, as I recall. You weren't cheap.

- (Clicks tongue) No? - (Laughing)

(Sighs)

(Pat) I'm surprised you still remember me.

Who could forget the Liberace of Sandusky?

- Was I that butch? - (Laughs)

Can I help you find something?

How about everything?

(Inhales) Oh! Give me one second.

(Footsteps receding)

Ta-da!

I've been saving it for the right customer.

Try it on?

So, how's it fitting?

(Pat) Not sure I can still pull it off.

(Inhales) Show me.

- (Curtain rail scraping) - (Gasps)

(§ "Don't Cry Out Loud, Melissa Manchester)"

♪ Don't cry out loud

- ♪ Just keep it inside... - Don't move.

♪ Learn how to hide your feelings

♪ Fly high and proud

♪ And if you should fall

- & Remember you almost had it all. - The icing on the cake.

You're starting to look like you again.

Thank you, Sue.

How did you know my name?

You came for a perm and I talked you into a Dorothy Hamill.

And you told me that you dropped out of nursing school

because you got pregnant.

And the name of your son, is Danny.

You know, sometimes, it takes a while.

But it's all up there somewhere.

My husband thought the Dorothy Hamill cut was too short, by the way.

But, looking back... I never felt prettier.

It's still in there.

(Sighs) I wish.

I must tell you something.

I don't have any money.

(Song continues and builds)

♪ Don't cry out loud

♪ Just keep it inside

- &§ And learn how to hide your feelings. - Hello.

(Woman) Hello.

♪ Fly high and proud

♪ And if you should fall

♪ Remember you almost made it

♪ Don't cry out loud...

- Sandusky. - ♪ Just keep it inside

♪ And learn how to hide your feelings

♪ Fly high and proud

♪ And if you should fall

♪ Remember you almost had it all ♪

Sandusky!

Pat is back.

(Bells ringing)

(Song fades)

(Dustin) It's a win-win proposition.

- (Creaking) - (Chuckling)

(Dustin) We'll sharpen our pencils and make it happen.

Uh, that's the funeral home. Let me circle back to you later.

Mr Ransom.

No, it's 50 extra chairs, not 30.

She was very specific.

Oh, I appreciate you going the extra mile for Grandma.

Thank you, sir.

Hello?

I can still see you there.

- What do you want? - I'm the hairdresser.

Oh my God. Pat?

I'm Dustin.

Rita's grandson.

So nice to finally meet you!

I remember when you were born.

(Chuckles)

Well, this calls for a highball. Please.

Welcome. Please, come in. (Chuckles)

(Door creaks)

(Pat) Thank you.

(Door creaks)

We had a hospice in the home.

Come.

(Gentle melancholic music)

Did you style her wedding?

- All three of them. - (Chuckles)

(Music continues)

Grandma chose all the photos for her funeral display.

(Paper rustles)

(Sighs) She was... She was quite the perfectionist.

(Pat) Is that what you call it?

(Chuckles)

(Dustin) So, how did you put up with her all those years?

Canadian whisky. Rocks.

(Chuckles) I'll get it.

You must have some great memories of this house.

- (Drink pours) - I never set foot inside.

- (Glass clinks) - What?

- (Thud) - (Scoffs)

What about all those parties?

I always knew my place.

I'll get some ice.

(Chandelier chimes)

(Door creaks, closes)

- (Clock ticking) - (Exhales)

(Breathes heavily)

- (Sudden burst of foreboding music) - (Phone ringing)

- (Breathes heavily) - (Phone ringing)

(Beeps)

(Rita) You have reached Rita Parker Sloan.

Please leave a message, and I shall return your call

at my earliest convenience.

(Beep)

- (Indistinct) - (Breathes heavily)

- (Beep) - (Door opens, creaks)

Pat?

(Foreboding music)

(Slurps)

(Indistinct background chatter)

- (Clock ticking) - Another double, please.

- Oh, thirsty, huh? - Mm-hm.

In 5 minutes.

I'm supposed to make a dead bitch look human.

Not sure I'm up for the challenge.

At least she won't complain.

- For once. - (Chuckling)

(Gabriel) Was she a handful?

Oh! A demanding, Republican monster,

but she had great taste... in shoes.

(Scoffs) Sounds like a nightmare.

(Upbeat music)

I adored her.

(Pat whistles)

Nobody remembers me.

I used to perform here... every Saturday night.

Really? What was your drag name?

Mister Pat.

(Scoffs) Must have been before my time.

Yes. It was before you were conceived.

- You see that stage? - (Gabriel) Uh-huh.

My lover, David, built that. He was, uh, very handy.

In more ways than one.

(Chuckles)

I sewed the curtains,

and Eunice put the glitter in the paint.

Every queen in town pitched in to open this dump.

But maybe you're too young to know who Tim and Mike were.

They opened the bar.

There were so many people I remember.

Miss Cheesecake, Dirty Ankle?

And there was one very interesting customer.

Harry.

He was a truck driver and he came every Saturday

to see me perform. "Mister Pat".

He was very nice.

Well, I heard that most of the regulars stopped coming out.

But... But maybe your friends will make it tonight, for old times' sake.

(Upbeat music plays faintly in the background)

This place was family.

What's happened with the crystal chandelier,

that hung above the dance floor?

It got old. They took it down.

(Pat) Huh.

Another of Rita's hand-me-downs.

If she would have known what these crystals have seen.

Oh!

- What? Where? - Tonight's the last night.

I don't understand.

Harvey sold out to some young gay couple.

They're turning the whole building into this straight gastro micro brew pub.

"Gastro" what?

They're installing giant tanks to brew artisan craft beer.

(Inhales)

But where will we dance?

(Sighs)

- Here. Keep the change. - (Gasps) Hey, big spender.

(High-pitched piercing tone)

(Disco music)

(Audience cheering)

(Pat) I'm back.

Why don't you see me?

I'm right here.

- Oh. Oh. Oh. - (Audience cheers)

(High-pitched piercing tone grows louder)

(Man) Pick it up, guys. We're falling behind.

(Seagulls cawing)

Send that arrangement back. Everything must be perfect.

- (Hum of traffic) - Taxi!

- Where to? - I don't know. Just drive!

(Breathes heavily)

(Dustin) Grandma chose all the photos for her funeral display.

(Shanrock) Rita wants to make things right.

(Dee Dee) God forbid you ever listen to anybody about anything.

(Breathes heavily)

- (Dog barking) - (Foreboding music)

(Panting)

(Wind howling)

(Gentle upbeat music)

(Seagulls cawing)

(Sighs)

(Seagulls cawing)

(Knocking)

Eunice?

Eunice.

(Eunice) Yeah?

Holy hell!

Pat, you're still alive?

- You're still sucking cock? - Christ on the cross, queen.

A bitch can't even powder her nose without getting the third degree.

Now, step back, let me get a good look at you.

You look fantastic.

- Shit, I just saw your shoes. - (Laughs)

- (Laughs) - (Eunice) Oh baby, I missed you.

I missed you too. Don't overdo it.

Oh, I always do.

Hm.

I heard the Fruit and Nut is closing. You going?

I haven't set foot in years.

Why not?

Gay bars are so '90s.

The Velvet Slipper's gone in Lora in

and that bar in Mansfield's about to close too.

- Our safe places. - Mm-hm.

I mean, who needs the Fruit and Nut

when they can hold hands at Applebee's?

(Laughs)

Besides, that place made me a goddamn drunk.

Do you remember what we performed for the opening night?

Oh, and thank God I talked you out of that Marlene Dietrich number.

But your Shirley Bassey routine brought down the house!

And you did both, the Peaches and Herb.

- At the same time. - At the same time.

(Laughter)

Girl, you taught me everything I never wanted to know. (Laughs)

- (Phone beeps) - (Laughs)

- You got a call. - Oops.

- (Sighs) - (Phone beeps)

- One of your boys? - Let me tell you something.

The trade on here would make your head spin.

- Show me. - (Phone beeps)

Ah! (Sighs)

I do better on here, than I ever did in the bars.

Yet, here you are, cruising the tearoom. (Laughs)

I like to cover my bases. (Laughs)

What on earth?

What on earth are they doing?

These daddies with their

- babies. - Mm-hm.

(Indistinct chatter)

I wouldn't even know how to be gay anymore.

(Laughs) Tell that to your pantsuit.

(Man) Great job, buddy.

(Sighs)

(Baby crying)

(Pat) I'm happy for them.

(Eunice) And jealous as hell.

(Pat) Those kids will remember them long after they have gone.

And who will remember us?

- You left a big mark. - On who?

Those gay dads should drop to their knees and kiss your rings.

Which one?

Especially the cubic zirconia on your left ring finger.

'Cause, bitch, you know that's the only one that's real.

(Laughs)

(Pat) You evil bitch.

I went to see David today.

Is he still dead?

My name was on the tombstone.

(Eunice) No shit. You paid for the damn thing?

Today was the first time I saw it.

Don't tell me, you are still mad at that old whore.

Jesus, honey, when are you gonna move on?

Why didn't you tell me about my house?

I went there. There was nothing there.

You don't tell someone in a goddamn nursing home

their house has been demolished. It's bad etiquette.

But you could have come and said, "Hi."

At least you had a home.

And a David.

(Chuckles)

I had a house, and a David.

And both are gone.

But you're here.

(Eunice) You're not gone.

(Foreboding music)

(Knocking)

Eunice.

(Seagulls cawing)

- (Knocking) - Eunice.

And you old bitch, sitting next to me.

(Sobs)

(Indistinct chatter)

(Laughter)

(Gabriel) How did it go?

- I quit the bitch. - (Chuckles)

Oh... Frozen fucking pizza lit the toaster oven on fire.

But I extinguished the blaze, girl. I am here, I am alive!

And did you select a song?

I barely survive a DiGiorno inferno

and you trifle me for a song selection?

(Scoffs) Shame on you, Gabriel. Shame.

Is Velma all right?

One Coco Roco and she will be just fine.

(Clattering)

(Indistinct chatter)

Look like you seen a ghost.

Gabriel sent on me to check on you.

(Exhales)

(Sighs) I dropped this bitch on a Crockpot.

It's the last night, I have no idea what I'm doing.

- (Clattering) - Take the edge off.

(Exhales) Gorgeous skin.

- Where are you from? - Hancock Street.

- Nice. - (Scoffs) You been there lately?

- Been performing long? - 2 years.

I finally start to get good and they close the damn bar.

What's your act?

Batten down the hatches, boys,

man your harpoons and make way for Miss Velma Humpback!

- "There she blows!" - Aw, yes, queen. (Chuckles)

Forget this little town, Miss Velma.

You'd be big in Cleveland.

(Scoffs) Well, ain't you just the sweetest thing?

(Lighter clicks)

- Oh, hell, no. - Sit down. Close your eyes.

I'm a professional. No peeking.

(Upbeat dance music)

(+ "Sissy that Walk", RuPaul)

♪ Pick myself up Turn the world on its head

♪ Don't forget what Don't forget what my mama said

No peeking.

♪ People talking Since the beginning of time

♪ Unless they paying your bills Pay them bitches no mind

> And if I fly, or if I fall Least I can say I gave it all.

- ♪ And if I fly, or if I fall. - Voila.

(Audience cheering)

3 Fly, fly, fly, fly Uh-oh, uh-oh

3 Fly, fly, fly, fly Uh-oh, uh-oh

3 Fly, fly, fly, fly Uh-oh, uh-oh

3 Fly, fly, fly, fly Uh-oh, uh-oh

- & Now sissy that walk. - (Audience cheering)

- I love your rings. - Thanks. Each one has a story.

Oh yeah? What are they?

I don't remember.

(♪ "Dancing on My Own", Robyn)

♪ Somebody said You got a new friend

♪ Does she love you Better than I can?

♪ There's a big black sky Over my town

♪ I know where you're at I bet she's around

I forgot how much I miss this.

- Dancing? - Our people!

♪ ...for myself

♪ I'm in the corner Watching you kiss her, oh

♪ I'm right over here Why can't you see me? Oh

♪ I'm giving it my all

♪ But I'm not the guy You're taking home, oh

♪ I keep dancing on my own

- & I keep dancing on my own. - (Crowd cheering)

♪ So far away But still so near

♪ The lights go on the music dies

♪ But you don't see me Standing here

♪ I just came to say goodbye

♪ I'm in the corner Watching you kiss her, oh

♪ I'm giving it my all

♪ But I'm not the guy You're taking home, oh

♪ I keep dancing on my own

♪ I keep dancing on my own

♪ I'm in the corner Watching you kiss her, oh

♪ I'm right over here Why can't you see me? Oh

- ♪ And I'm giving it my all. - (Electricity crackles)

♪ But I'm not the guy You're taking home

(Glass shatters) - (Crowd screaming)

(Machine beeping)

(Indistinct chatter)

(Breathes heavily)

(Machine beeping)

(Sighs)

(Monitor beeping)

Sir.

Sir, you sustained a serious head injury!

Please get back in your room.

I'm late for my funeral.

(Nurse) Sir, get your ass back here.

(§ "This is My Life", Shirley Bassey)

(Elevator pings)

♪ Funny how a lonely day Can make a person say

♪ What good is my life

♪ Funny how a breaking heart Can make me start to say

♪ What good is my life

♪ Funny how I often seem To think I'll find another dream

(Car beeping) ♪ In my life

♪ Till I look around and see This great big world is part of me

(Woman) & And my life.

♪ This is my life

♪ Today, tomorrow Love will come and find me

♪ But that's the way That I was born to be

♪ This is me, this is me

♪ This is my life

♪ And I don't give a damn For lost emotions

(Pat groans) ♪ I've such a lot of love

- (Pat) Bitch. - ♪ I've got to give

♪ Let me live, let me live

Sherman. (Breathes heavily) I'm... I'm sorry!

- You're too late. - (Footsteps approaching)

(Pat sighs)

Oh. Hey, Pat.

She's a real hot mess in there.

Total resting bitch face.

Resting dead bitch face.

(Exhales, sniffs)

She needs your touch.

(Gentle melancholic music)

Get Dee Dee back.

Don't you dare.

(Sighs)

Dee Dee would do a better job.

Bullshit.

I didn't know that you looked that bad.

Well then, fix me, goddamn it.

When David died, you didn't come to the funeral.

And now you want me to rescue yours?

Pat, for Christ's sake, I never even met David.

We talked about him, every Friday at 4:00 for 33 years.

You know, I don't do well at funerals.

Really?

I adore them.

You're not making this easy, Patrick. I'm trying to make this right.

I know I was your servant,

but I thought I was your friend.

You knew every goddamn secret I ever had.

And you never listened once to mine.

It was another world back then, Pat.

People evolve, they let go.

Maybe you should too.

Have a fun funeral.

I was embarrassed! Okay?

About how David died.

When I did let you know

how much it hurt.

(Sighs) that you weren't there.

Because I needed you there at that moment.

(Sighs)

Where were you?

I left you. (Sighs)

And the whole town followed.

(Sighs)

(Rita) I'm sorry.

(Sobs) I'm sorry.

(Gentle melancholic music)

I forgive you.

I forgive you.

You're going to be beautiful.

I'll make you beautiful.

Yes.

(Gentle dramatic music)

(Music builds)

(Music continues)

(Music fades)

(Organ music)

(Gasps)

Pat.

Thank you.

May I share something with you?

I was 15 when Grandma Rita sat me down

and asked me if there was anything I needed to tell her.

We were so conservative.

I was scared to death to tell her the truth.

But finally.

I did.

"Don't worry," she said.

"My best friend's gay too."

We stayed up all night.

She told me all about you and David.

(Seagulls cawing)

(Gentle contemplative music)

(Dustin) Even though I never really knew you.

I want you to know you changed my life.

(Sighs)

(Echo of lights switching off)

(Music continues)

(Music builds)

(Eunice, laughing) Oh, baby, I missed you.

(David) Hey, mister.

(Disco music)

(§ "Supersonic Love", Eddie Warner)

♪ Super love

♪ Supersonic love

♪ Supersonic love

♪ Supersonic love

(Song ends)

(Gentle emotive music)

(§ "Hovering", Daniel Cartier)

♪ Hovering

♪ Outside's a perfect day

♪ Wonderful and warm

♪ In a dream I'm longing For your kiss

♪ I would let it blow me away

♪ Away

♪ Away

♪ What is this?

♪ This breathless breathing

♪ What are these sweet stars

♪ High above The world is speeding by

♪ You and I So far away

♪ Away

♪ Away

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

♪ Away

♪ Away

♪ Away

♪ Away

♪ Away

♪ Away

♪ Away ♪

Subtitles for the D/deaf and hard of hearing by Day for Night.

(Pat) Bye, everybody!

Come and see me sometimes.