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[theme music playing]

It's still not exactly the same...

but I think it's close enough.

Will it work?

It should, but since I don't understand
exactly what it's doing, I can't be sure.

-I'm just gonna have to test it.
-Oh, not alone. We should do it together.

Hmm...

It would give us more control
if something goes wrong.

I could come to Bombay after London.

How's Will?

Not good.

What happened was awful.

But it isn't his fault.

He shouldn't blame himself
for his father's death.

What's hard for Will

is that all the things
that were broken between them...

they can't ever be fixed.

Can I ask you something?

And if it's inappropriate, please tell me.
I know sometimes I say things I shouldn't.

No, you don't.

I would ask the same thing.

You want to know what it's like
between Will and me.

It's much more intense
than when I visit with any of you.

It's more physical.

I never understood the word "presence"
until we were together.

And if you're wondering about the sex...

no matter what I say, it won't be enough.

Yeah, it's pretty amazing.

And what about now?

What's it like when one of you is in pain?

Right now, I can feel his grief.

It's only bearable
because the alternative is not.

["In Need" playing]

♪ No, I can't quite conceive ♪

♪ What all of this means ♪

♪ I might be wrong
But, darling, can't you see? ♪

♪ This bond between us
Seems so special to me ♪

♪ Some kind of clear unspoken chemistry ♪

♪ The message you're sending is mixed ♪

♪ I'm broken, I need to be fixed ♪

♪ I'm in need of attention ♪

♪ I'm in need of love ♪

♪ She's the rope that holds me ♪

♪ Yes, I know she knows me well enough ♪

We need to talk.

You've been hiding?

It's difficult for me
in Berlin right now.

Because of Lila?

I was surprised
you came to the restaurant.

Surprised? Why?

Maybe everything would be easier for you
if I wasn't--

No. No, don't you dare.

I don't know when my life
became so confusing.

I don't know how to fix it.

Because, for me, fixing something

does not mean shooting someone
with a rocket launcher,

to which I would like to point out
that much of your present trouble

is a direct result of this kind
of violent choice,

so the jury is most definitely still out

as to whether that is ever a good solution
to anything, but...

I know...

I know...
that I don't want to hurt Rajan.

But...

I also know that if something
were to happen to you...

if I were no longer able to feel what I...

feel when...

I know my life would no longer
feel worth living.

I will come to Bombay.

You can't.

-What?
-You can't.

Enough.

I've listened to you talk in circles
about what's right and proper,

why you have to do this
or you shouldn't do that.

I don't give a shit about any of it.

I don't care about rules,
about what's right or wrong.

What matters to me is this. Us.

Right now.

And I know you feel the same.

I do.

But I can't be with you in my city.

I'll come to Berlin.

Too dangerous.

Then we'll go somewhere else,
where no one knows us.

When?

I'll talk to Rajan when he comes home.

I have to tell him
what is happening to me.

I owe him the truth.

Will would come over,
we'd do it together.

But Will's not here.
He ain't fucking here.

Should a man in his condition
really be drinking?

I found him on the floor.

On the floor?

Will was working
with Jonas Maliki.

They're lies! They're lies.

No one believed me. Not even my dad.

You're actually out of your fucking mind.

Dad, you've gotta believe me.

Will, help me. Will, please.

Help me.

-It's about Sara, Dad.
-Oh, no.

I know.

You want to run as far from the pain
as you can.

Dad! Come back!

I know, baby. I went so far,
I didn't know how to get back.

Terrible news.

[gasps]

How sad to let your father die alone
like that.

Just stay the fuck away from me.

Or what?

I know things were difficult
between you and your father.

Maybe... Maybe you didn't go
to your father because, in the end,

he wasn't that important to you.

Maybe you're not the son
you thought you were.

I can imagine facing that truth
would be particularly painful.

[snorts, grunts]

You and I?
We are getting closer and closer, Will.

[Spanish hip-hop playing]

Mr. Wrangler will see you now.

Okay.

Mr. Bak wants everything to be perfect.

You are the face of his hospitality.

There will be a lot of foreign guests...

so you have to be ready
for a variety of tastes.

Make me a Sidecar.

Look, Lito, here's the thing.

I'm old-school.

Box office bores me.
That crap is for accountants.

I care about one thing and one thing only.

You touch me here, I'm yours.

You don't,
I don't care how many fans you have,

you mean less to me
than the shit I took this morning.

Sit.

I'll be honest with you,
I watch your films

and I see the same male apery

that has spread like a cancer
through this industry,

and I'm sure this meeting
is a waste of my time.

But...

I watched your speech, and I felt,
"Maybe, maybe, this is my Jordi."

So, do you, uh... do you know the scene?

Yes, yes. I know-- I know the lines.

Okay, good. Then break my heart.

Can I have a moment, sir?

Yeah.

No, no, no. Not now. Not now.

Puh! Puh!

[trilling]

[exhales]

Okay.

Why did you kiss me?

I don't know.

Do you want me to stay?

Yes. Yes.

Why?

I've always been alone.

When I was just a little kid,

I was left alone and I'm afraid...

I will always be alone.

No. No.

Uh... fake. Bullshit.

I'm sorry.

I said Sidecar.

Yes, of course. I'm sorry, sir.

Fuck apologies.

-Start again. I want truth.
-Okay.

The truth.

The truth is...

this is important, but...

The truth is...

I make the best Sidecars in the world.

Perfect.

Do you want me to stay?

No.

Why?

I've always been alone.

Even as a child.

I'm afraid I will always be alone...

because I don't know how else to be.

[speaking Swahili]

[whistles]

[speaking Swahili]

End of the line! End of the line!

Don't forget, rally this weekend!

It's gonna be off the chain! Rally.

This weekend. Off... the... chain!

Rally around. This weekend. Off the chain!

[upbeat electronic music playing]

[exhales]

Thank you.

Cool it. Cool it down.

-At the bar.
-Who?

How is it possible that our lives
are intersecting with people

that I have read about in the line
at the grocery store?

Oh, there he is! There's our Jordi!

-Oh...
-Mr. Wrangler.

-Oh...
-Thank you for inviting us.

Kit. Please.
We're still in the honeymoon stage.

-And you remember Carmen.
-Hello, Carmen.

-That's real, isn't it?
-Oh...

Oh, this old thing?

Twenty-four karat, hon.

And because everyone wants to know...

hell, yes, I did.

The minute I got home,

dipped him head to toe in lube
and took every golden inch up my ass.

Marc! Sweetie.

Come here, I want you to meet our Jordi.

This is Marc Jacobs, he's our designer.
And Charlie.

-Hi. Kit told us all about you.
-Hi.

-We saw your speech.
-It was beautiful.

Thank you. Thank you.

I love that you brought him
up there with you.

-My partner, Hernando.
-Hi.

-Hello.
-That kiss...

-So hot.
-Yeah. So romantic.

I mean, gay men are supposed
to only be about their cocks.

What else is there?
Now come on. I'm dying here.

-Would you mind?
-Mind?

If Marc worked a little magic right now?

No, no. Please. Please.

Okay. Well, first of all,
Jordi would never wear this.

Not this.

No.

Not the shoes. Those go.

Not these pants.

I mean...

Don't worry. Don't worry.

I've always said
that if all the world's a stage,

then identity is nothing more
than a costume.

Let's see...

What about that?

There we go.

Let's see... Those pants, please?

Sir? Thank you.

Um, darling?

Can I borrow that? Thank you.

Nice.

Not quite.

Um, let's see, um... how about that hat?

Let me see the hat.

-Thanks a lot.
-Oh, yes. This is good. This is good.

Here we go.

Oh, he looks amazing.

Just a sketch.

Look in the mirror. Who is that?
Who is that? Who do you see?

Jordi?

Yes.

[mouths]

Oh, no. No, no. This isn't really me.

It's Jordi.

Looks good.

Thank you.

You're looking very good, too.

It isn't really me, either.

[indistinct chatter]

[cheering]

Oh-ho! Whoo!
Hey, man, look at you.

Van Damn! Van Damn!

Mom?

Oh, my son.

If your father could see you now.

He would be so proud.

We should go.

He's right. If we're late,
they'll think we're afraid, no?

[all shouting, cheering]

Van Damn! Van Damn!

-We can avoid the traffic on Nyong by--
-Leave it to us.

You're not a bus driver anymore.
We'll get you there.

[chanting continues]

Blake? Blake Huntington? You come here.

-Oh, my gosh. That's Blake Huntington.
-Oh, my God!

That's Blake Huntington.

Please, guys. Guys, please.
Please, please. Come on. Act normal.

Blakey, I wanted to be the first
to introduce you.

This is our Jordi Gallo.

It is a pleasure to meet you, Blake.
It's a pleasure. It's an honor.

So it went well.

Tears.

Copious tears.

And Jordi, this is the man that you are
willing to die for: Pablo de la Cruz.

-He's Pablo?
-He's Pablo?

I am.

The deal was inked yesterday.

We're...

That's right, kid.
In your Hollywood debut,

you will be falling in love

with three-time
Academy Award-winning actor

Blake Huntington.

Why do you care so much
about those things?

I'm guessing he already told you
what he did with his.

Of course I did.

Mr. Huntington,
we're huge fans of your work.

Huge. Like--

Like The Glass Blower
is a postmodern masterpiece.

I teach it to my university students
back home.

Thank you. Thank you, that's very kind.

Hernando, Dani, please,
don't embarrass the man.

And you are?

-She's my agent.
-Oh.

Daniela Velázquez.

But you can call me Dani.

Nice to meet you.

And he's my boyfriend, Hernando Fuentes.

Oh, yeah, from your, uh, São Paulo speech.

You watched the speech?

I did. And when I heard
you were meeting for this,

I also screened The Passion of the Sinner.

Really?

Yeah, I enjoyed it immensely.

I thought it offered real insight
on the interdependence of identity

by rejecting the standard male narratives
of sovereignty.

I've said the same thing.

"And he judged of others by himself,
not believing in what he saw,

but was convinced that every man
had his real, most interesting life...

...under the cover of secrecy
and the dark of night."

The Lady and the Dog.

It is.

Iberian Dreams reminds me of Chekhov.

It does.

Please, stop. Please, stop it.

Don't poison my script
with your fucking literary bullshit.

Just answer one question honestly.

Do you want to fuck him?

As Pablo?

Absolutely.

Thank you.

[cheering]

["Holocene" playing]

♪ Someway, baby, it's part of me
Apart from me ♪

[cheering continues]

♪ You're laying waste to Halloween ♪

♪ You're in Milwaukee, off your feet ♪

♪ And at once I knew
I was not magnificent ♪

♪ Strayed above the highway aisle ♪

Hey. Where'd you go?

I had to get out of there.

I couldn't breathe.

I know.

There's nothing more frightening
than having a dream come true.

How is it I can feel like...

everything in my life
has been leading me to this beach,

and at the same time feel like...
I don't belong here at all?

Yeah, I've felt that way myself.

I think many people have.

When that happens to me, it is usually
because there's something I'm afraid of.

What if I do this movie
and everyone finds out?

What?

That I'm a fraud.

That I'm not a good actor.

No, no, no, no.
Baby, baby, baby, baby, look at me.

You are a great actor.

And you're scared right now because art,
like life, is... is full of risk.

And that's beautiful.

But I will remind you...

what you said to me when we were
watching From Here to Eternity.

That this wasn't a career
you were chasing.

It was a dream.

So tell me, my love...

if your dream isn't worth the risk,
what is?

♪ Now to know it in my memory ♪

Wait!

[whooping]

-[whooping]
-[laughing]

♪ High above the highway aisle ♪

♪ Jagged vacance, thick with ice ♪

♪ I could see for miles, miles, miles ♪

From queer to eternity!

[cheering]

These people are here for me?

Yes, they are.

-But do they know I'm just--
-Just like them?

They do.

[cheering]

-You'll be fine, son.
-How do you know that?

Because your whole life,

every really good day,
and every truly bad one,

has been preparing you for this moment.

For too long...

we have elected promises.

-[crowd cheering]
-[speaking Swahili]

For too long, we have elected liars.

[cheering]

And hypocrites.

We have elected thieves.

The time has come to elect a real man.

I give you,
from the Kenya Democratic Reform Party...

Capheus "Van Damn" Onyango!

[cheering]

Just drive the bus.

[cheering continues]

Hello.

[crowd silences]

I thought if you were going
to vote for me...

you should know a few things about me.

Once, a Kikuyu woman...

and a Luo man
fell in love with each other.

They were urged by both of their families

not to marry outside the tribal boundary,
but...

love is a bridge and not a wall,
if we let it be.

They became husband and wife.

At first, they lived
with my father's family in Ahero,

but I'm afraid the Luo village found
a hundred ways to make the new bride

feel as if she was a trespasser.

So, when I was only a few months old,

my parents went to live in the village
that my mother was born.

Now it was my father's turn to be made
to feel like he was an outsider

who did not belong.

My parents had to leave their homes...

to find a city where no one knew them.

The same prejudice that drove them away...

was also responsible
for taking my father's life

when a political difference
became a tribal war.

I share this story because
you have heard many rumors about me...

and I felt it was time
to explain who and what I am.

I am Kikuyu.

[cheering]

I'm Luo.

[cheering]

My business partner and best friend
is also mixed.

His father, Sudanese.

His mother, Kenyan.

[cheering]

These are facts that he and I
have never talked about,

because for us...

they have never mattered.

Nothing good ever happens when people
care more about our differences...

than the things we share in common.

The future I hope for
is the same as yours.

A future where our children grow up
never knowing love as a wall...

but only as a bridge.

[cheering]

[indistinct shouting]

Please. Please.

Please. Please, no violence. Please.

No! Please, stop! Please!

Don't do this, please!

Don't do this!

We have to get you out of here!

Wait! What about my family?

Your family is safer without you.
Come on, let's go!

[crowd shouting in distance]

[crowd shouting]

Capheus!

What?

It's a trap!

He's got a knife!

[crowd continues shouting]

[Will sobbing]

Will.

Will.

Will...

that was not good.

I know you're in pain.

I know you feel lost, but...

right now, we need you.

I need you.

Capheus needs you.

I'm sorry.

When my father was killed....

I went a bit crazy, too.

No, I...

I fucked up.

And it won't happen again.

And don't worry.

He's not gonna hurt you.

How do you know that?

The safety's on.

So it is.

Ah!

Why did you save me?

The last scene of
The Legend of Superpower and Van Damn

sure as shit don't belong
to some political bullshit plot

cooked up by bossman Mandiba.

But you work for him.

Mandiba aren't from Kibera
like you and me.

See, the thing he don't understand
about us mad fucking slumdogs...

you try to put a leash on us,
we'll rip your hands off at the wrist.

Meaning, I've got plans, Van Damn.
Big plans.

Now get the fuck out of my new car.

Capheus! Ohh!

It's okay, Mama. It's okay.

-Oh, I was so scared.
-It's okay. I'm okay.

Ow!

Oh, my God. What happened?

I'm okay. I'm okay.

What you said on that stage
was good for people to hear.

You were amazing.

I want to grow up so I can vote for you.

[laughter]

After what happened...

I don't think anyone's
going to vote for me.

I wouldn't be so sure, Capheus.
People heard you out there.

And they know the violence was caused
by Mandiba's men.

He's right. Before those demonstrators,
you could feel the excitement.

-It was more than just excitement.
-They loved what you said.

They did. And I did, too.

I think everyone at the park
felt the exact same thing.

That there was a chance,
maybe even a last chance,

for a future that doesn't look
exactly like our past.

Yeah. That's true.

Tonight's the gala.

Will you try to stop me?

Do you want me to stop you?

Every cop knows there are times
where the only choice you have left...

is to defend yourself.

I missed my cop.

He missed you.

Welcome home.

[applause]

The security is very perimeter-based.

If Sun's right,
he gives some kind of address,

we should make our move just after that.

How do we get him out of the building?

Looks like the garage
is our only viable exit.

Got it.

- We need building schematics.
- On it.

-And then?
-We get him to tell the truth.

A coerced confession
isn't admissible evidence.

We trick him.

What if we can't get him
out of the building?

He'll keep coming after her,
because as long as she's alive,

someone will know what he has done.

One way or another...

we end it.

We take everything that matters...

we push all of it into this...

and we fight for it.