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Right there.

a million times I ask you, and then-

Promise you won't write.

I won't.

What do you want?

What?

To drink?

A glass of milk.

What?

Milk.

Milk?

May I ask you a personal question?

All right.

Is this- is this milk drinking a habit of yours?

I think my parents were hoping it would make me taller.

I'm Tim Laughlin, the way.

Pleased to meet you, Tim Laughlin.

So what kind of work you looking for?

What keeps you up at night?

Well, that's easy, Stalin's plan for world domination.

For or against?

Well, now, you are making fun of me.

The threat of communism is real.

Down boy.

I'm no red.

I'm a war hero.

Did they include that in the register?

They did, along with your degree from Penn

and your work at the State Department

the last two years in the Bureau of Congressional Relations.

Did you memorize my entry?

Give me your number, you know, in case

I hear of anything in the making the world

safe for democracy department.

You make it sound like a bad thing, wanting

to do some good in the world.

Not bad, just rare.

Now, I have to go, and you should be careful.

Look here, behind you.

Don't stare.

Yeah.

Park police.

It's the end of the month.

They have to hit their quota.

Quota of?

I should leave soon anyway.

Job interview?

It's noon mass at Saint Joseph's.

Perfect.

I'll spend the afternoon picturing

you kneeling in prayer.

I'm your boy, right?

Well, well.

And your boy wants to go to the party.

How much does he want to go?

I'd like to come up to your room.

I want to hold you tonight, if you'll let me.

Hawk, I'm afraid.

I imagine a lot of people are afraid tonight.

I don't mean the executive order.

I'm afraid of you.

I don't know what to do.

What should I do?

My advice, go inside, shut that door,

and lock it behind you.

Unfortunately, the lock is broken.

What are you-

The lock's still broken downstairs.

Where have you been?

It doesn't matter.

I'm home now.

This song.

Sing it to me like you do at home.

No, I can't.

Come on, it's our anniversary.

You won't admit you love me,

and so, how am I ever to know?

You always tell me, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

A million times I ask you, and then, I ask you over again.

You always answer, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

Are we going now?

Yeah.

I have to get back.

Back to leaving in the middle of the night,

sneaking down the stairs, lying.

Skippy, everybody lies about something.

You and me, we lie about who we sleep with.

I know it hurts you because you're good and sweet.

But the lie gets easier.

Eventually, it doesn't hurt as much

because you have no choice.

Not who we sleep with.

What?

It's not who we sleep with.

It's who we love.

I wish we could spend Christmas together in New York.

You know that's just a fantasy.

What would we do if we could?

I want to see the Rockettes in the Radio City Music Hall.

What?

That's sweet.

Be right back.

Merry Christmas.

For you.

Hawk, I can't.

Sure you can.

I can't bear being this happy.

I have to get over you.

Yeah, you do.

Hawk, promise you won't write.

I won't.

Hi, Skippy.

Hi.

What's wrong?

I can't. I can't.

My breath.

What.

Argh.

Hawk, stop.

OK, you lied.

But you didn't lie about everything.

Did you love him?

So much.

That love was real.

Your wife and your daughter love you.

That is real.

Hawk, you have to stop trying to kill yourself.

Your family needs you.

Don't you need me, Skippy?

I have you.

Skippy.

Skippy?

What?

You were making noises.

I was worried.

I'm OK.

I'm cold.

Hawk.

Yeah.

Hawk, the do not resuscitate order,

I'm not going to sign it.

If something happens to me, I want them to bring me back.

I want to fight.

Good.

I'm glad.

I'll get the nurse.

No, don't.

Don't go.

Here.

Sorry.

That better?

Yeah.

I feel like I'm fading away and disappearing

a little every day.

No.

No, I'm here.

I've got you.

I've got you.

You are my great consuming love.

And most people don't get one of those.

I did.

I have no regrets.

From what you've told me, it really suits your friend.

Yeah, it does.

Sweetheart, he wasn't my friend.

He was the man I loved.