"Louis." "Please wake up." "Oh, God!" "Please wake up." "What?" "What?" "What is it?" "Something horrible is wrong with me." "I can't breathe." "I'm calling the ambulance." "No, wait." "Wait?" "Are you fucking crazy?" "God, you're on fire, your head is on fire." "lt hurts." "I'll call an ambulance." "No, I don't wanna go to the hospital." "I don't." "Please let me lie here." "No." "Prior, stand up!" "Don't touch my leg." "We have to...." "God, this is so crazy!" "I'll be okay if I could just lie here a little." "Really, if I could just sleep a little." "Louis, don't." "Don't call." "You'll send me there and I won't come back." "Yes, yes." "It's an emergency." "I need an ambulance right away." "Please, Louis!" "Will you shut the fuck up?" "210...." "I have to go to the bathroom." "I don't know." "I don't know, he can't breathe!" "Oh, God!" "Prior...." "I'm sorry." "They'll be here in a minute." "It's...." "Oh, God!" "What is that?" "I had an accident." "This is blood." "Maybe you shouldn't touch it." "Help!" "Oh, God." "God help me!" "I can't!" "Why are you sitting in the dark?" "Turn on the light." "No, I heard the sounds in the bedroom again." "I know someone was in there." "No one was." "Maybe actually in the bed, under the covers, with a knife." "Joe, I'm thinking of going away... by which I mean I think I'm going off again." "You know what I mean?" "No, please don't." "Stay." "We can fix it." "I pray for that." "This is my fault, but I can correct it." "You have to try, too." "When you pray, what do you pray for?" "I pray for God to crush me... break me up into little pieces and start all over again." "Please don't pray for that." "I had a book of Bible stories when I was a kid... and there was this picture I'd look at 20 times every day:." "Jacob wrestles with the angel." "I don't really remember the story or why they're wrestling." "Just the picture." "Jacob is young, and very strong... and the angel is a beautiful man... with golden hair and wings, of course." "I still dream about it." "Many nights." "And... it's me... in that struggle." "Fierce and unfair." "The angel's not human and holds nothing back." "So how could anyone human win?" "What kind of a fight is that?" "It's not just." "Soul thrown down in the dust... your heart torn out from God's... but you can't not lose." "In the whole entire world... you are the only person... the only person I love or have ever loved." "I love you terribly." "Terribly." "That's what's so awfully, irreducibly real." "I can make up anything, but I can't dream that away." "Are you really gonna have a baby?" "It's my time and there's no blood." "I don't really know." "I suppose it wouldn't be a great thing." "Maybe I'm just not bleeding 'cause I take too many pills." "Maybe I'll give birth to a pill." "That would give a new meaning to pill-popping." "I think you should go... to Washington alone." "Change, like you said." "I'm not gonna leave you, Harper." "Maybe not... but I'm gonna leave you." "He'll be all right now." "No, he won't." "No, I guess not." "I gave him something that makes him sleep." "Deep asleep?" "Orbiting the moons of Jupiter." "It's a good place to be." "Any place better than here." "You his...." "Yes." "I'm his...." "This must be hell for you." "lt is." "Hell, the afterlife... which is not at all like a rainy afternoon in March, by the way, Prior." "It's a lot more vivid than I'd expected." "Dead leaves... the kind of dying feeling that breaks your heart." "Yeah, we all get to break our hearts on this one." "He seems like a nice guy." "He's cute." "Not like this." "Yes, he is." "Was, whatever." "It's a weird name, Prior Walter." "Like the Walter before this one." "Lots of Walters before this one." "Prior's an old, old family name in an old, old family." "Walters go back to the Mayflower and beyond... back to the Norman conquest." "He says there's a Prior Walter stitched into the Bayeux Tapestry." "Is that impressive?" "It's old, very old, which in some circles equals impressive." "Not in my circle." "Will he sleep through the night?" "At least." "I'm going." "Tell him...." "If he wakes up and you're still on, tell him... goodbye." "Tell him I had to go." "The pills are something she started when she miscarried." "No, she took some before that." "She had a bad time at home when she was a kid." "Her home was really bad." "I think a lot of drinking and physical stuff." "She doesn't talk about that." "Instead, she talks about the sky falling down... people with knives hiding under sofas, and monsters...." "Mormons!" "Everyone thinks that Mormons don't come from homes like that." "We aren't supposed to behave that way, but we do." "It's not lying or being two-faced." "Everyone tries very hard to live up to God's strictures, which are very...." "Strict." "I shouldn't be bothering you with this." "No, please, come on, heart-to-heart." "You want another?" "What is it, what you got?" "Seltzer?" "Yeah." "The failure to measure up hits people very hard." "From such a strong desire to be good... they feel very far from goodness when they fail." "What scares me is that maybe what I really love in her... is the part of her that's farthest from the light, from God's love." "Maybe I was drawn to that in the first place... and I'm keeping it alive because I need it." "Why would you need it?" "There are things...." "I don't know how well we know ourselves." "I mean, what if...." "I know I married her... because I loved that she was always wrong, always doing something wrong." "Like one step out of step." "In Salt Lake City, that stands out." "I never stood out, on the outside... but inside, it was hard for me to pass." "Pass?" "Yeah." "Pass as what?" "As someone cheerful and strong." "Those who love God with an open heart... unclouded by secrets and struggles are cheerful." "God's easy, simple love for them shows in how happy they are, the saints." "But you had secrets?" "Secret, secret struggles?" "I wanted to be one of the elect, one of the blessed." "You feel you ought to be, that the blemishes are yours by choice... which, of course, they aren't." "Harper's sorrow, that really deep sorrow... she didn't choose that, but it's there." "You didn't put it there?" "No." "You sound like you think you did." "I am responsible for her." "Because she's your wife." "That, and I do love her." "Whatever." "She's your wife... and so, there are obligations to her." "But also to yourself." "God, she'd fall apart in Washington." "Then let her stay here." "She'd fall apart if I leave her." "Then bring her to Washington." "I just can't, Roy." "She needs me." "Listen, Joe, I'm the best divorce lawyer in the business." "Can't Washington wait?" "You do what you need to do, Joe." "What you need." "You." "Let her life go where it wants to go." "You'll both be better off for that." "Somebody should get what they want." "What do you want?" "I want you to fuck me, hurt me and make me bleed." "I want to." "Yeah?" "I want to hurt you." "Fuck me." "Yeah?" "Hard." "Yeah, you been a bad boy?" "Very bad, very bad." "You need to be punished, boy?" "Yes, I do." "Yes, what?" "Yes, what, boy?" "Yes, sir." "I want you to take me to your place, boy." "No, I can't do that." "No what?" "No, sir, I can't." "I don't live alone, sir." "Your lover know you're out with a man tonight?" "No sir, he...." "My lover doesn't know." "Your lover know you like" "Let's change the subject, okay?" "Can we go to your place?" "I live with my parents." "Everyone who makes it in life makes it... because someone older, more powerful takes an interest." "The most precious asset in life, I think, is the ability to be a good son." "You have that, Joe." "I've had many fathers." "I owe my life to them." "Powerful, powerful men." "Walter Winchell, Edgar Hoover..." "Joe McCarthy most of all." "He valued me because I was a good lawyer... but he loved me because I was, and am, a good son." "He was a very, very difficult man." "Very guarded and cagey." "I brought out something tender in him." "I don't know." "He'd have died for me." "And me for him." "Does this embarrass you?" "I had a hard time with my father." "Your father's living?" "Dead." "He was what, difficult man?" "He was in the military." "He could be very unfair... and cold." "He loved you, though." "I don't know." "No, he loved you, Joe." "This I know." "Sometimes a father's love has to be very, very hard." "Unfair, even." "Cold." "Make your son grow strong in a world like this." "This isn't a good world." "Relax." "Not a chance." "l...." "What?" "I think it broke, the rubber." "You want me to keep going?" "Pull out?" "Keep going, infect me, I don't care." "I'm sorry, but I think I wanna go." "And give my best to Mom and Dad." "It was a joke." "How long...." "How long we known each other?" "Since U980." "Right." "That's a long time." "I feel close to you, Joe." "Do I advise you well?" "You've been an incredible friend, Roy." "I wanna be family." "Famiglia... as my Italian friends call it." "La famiglia." "Lovely word." "It's important for me... to help you, like I was helped." "I owe practically everything to you, Roy." "I'm dying, Joe." "Cancer." "Oh, my God." "Please, let me finish." "Few people know this." "I'm telling you this because...." "I'm not afraid of death." "What can death bring that I haven't faced?" "I've lived." "Life is the worst." "Listen to me, I'm a philosopher." "Joe, you must do this." "You must, must." "Love, that's a trap." "Responsibility, that's a trap, too." "Like a father to a son, I tell you this." "Life is full of horror." "Nobody escapes." "Nobody." "Save yourself." "Whatever pulls on you... whatever needs from you, threatens you." "Learn at least this:." "What you are capable of..." "let nothing stand in your way." "Miss thing!" "Stella." "Stella for star." "Let me see." "You look like shit." "Why, yes, indeed you do, comme la merde." "Not to despair." "Magic goop." "What kind of crap is that?" "Beats me." "Let's rub it on your poor blistered body and see what it does." "This is not Western medicine." "Voodoo cream from the botanica round the block." "And you, a registered nurse." "Beeswax and cheap perfume cut with Jergens lotion." "Full of good vibes and love from some little black Cubana witch in Miami." "Get that trash away from me." "I'm immune-suppressed." "I am a health professional." "I know what I'm doing." "It stinks." "Any word from Louis?" "Gone." "He'll be back, I know the type." "Likes to keep a girl on edge." "It's been...." "How long?" "I don't remember." "How long have you been here?" "I don't remember." "I don't give a fuck." "I want Louis." "I want my fucking boyfriend." "Where the fuck is he?" "I'm dying." "Where's Louis?" "This is a very strange drug, this drug." "Emotional lability, for starters." "Save a tab or two for me." "No, not this drug." "This drug, she is serious, poisonous chemistry." "And not just disorienting." "I hear things." "Voices." "Voices?" "A voice." "Saying what?" "I'm not supposed to tell." "You better tell the doctor, or I will." "Don't, please." "I want the voice." "It's wonderful." "It's all that's keeping me alive." "I don't wanna talk to some intern about it." "Do you know what happens when I hear it?" "What?" "I get hard." "Oh, my!" "And you know I am slow to rise." "My jaw aches at the memory." "And would you deny me this little solace?" "Betray my concupiscence to Florence Nightingale's storm troopers?" "Perish the thought, ma bebe." "They'd change the drug, just to spoil the fun." "You and your boner can depend on me." "All this girl-talk shit is politically incorrect, you know." "We should have dropped it back when we gave up drag." "I'm sick." "I get to be politically incorrect if it makes me feel better." "You sound like Lou." "At least I have the satisfaction of knowing he's in anguish somewhere." "I have to go." "If I wanna spend my whole lonely life looking after white people..." "I can get underpaid to do it." "You're just a Christian martyr." "Whatever happens, baby, I'll be here for you." "Don't go crazy on me, girlfriend." "I already got enough crazy queens for one lifetime." "For two." "I can't be bothering with dementia." "I promise." "Ouch." "Ouch, indeed." "Why'd they have to pick on you?" "And eat more, girlfriend." "You really do look like shit." "Are you still here?" "I can't stay." "I will return." "Are you one of those follow-me-to-the-other-side voices?" "No..." "I am no nightbird." "I am a messenger." "You have a beautiful voice." "Stay with me?" "Not now." "Soon I will return." "I will reveal myself to you." "I am glorious." "Glorious." "You must prepare." "For what?" "I don't" "No death." "No." "A marvelous work and a wonder we undertake... an edifice awry we straighten... a great lie we abolish." "A great error, correct... with the rule, sword, and broom of truth!" "I am on my way." "When I am manifest, our work begins." "Prepare for the parting of the air." "The breath, the ascent." "Glory to" "What?" "It's a revolution in Washington, Joe." "We have a new agenda, and finally, a real leader." "They got back the Senate but we have the courts." "By the '90s... the Supreme Court will be solid Republican appointees... and the federal bench, Republican judges like landmines everywhere." "Everywhere they turn." "Affirmative action?" "Take it to court." "Boom!" "Landmine." "Roy, are you feeling...." "No, I'm fine." "We'll get our way in everything." "Abortion, defense, Central America, family values, a live investment climate." "We have the White House locked till 2000... and beyond." "A permanent fix on the Oval Office?" "It's possible." "It's really the end of liberalism, Joe." "The end of New Deal socialism." "The end of ipso facto secular humanism." "The dawning of a genuinely American political personality... modeled on Ronald Wilson Reagan." "lt sounds great, Mr. Heller." "Martin." "And justice is the hub." "Especially since Ed Meese took over." "He doesn't specialize in legal fine points." "He's a flatfoot." "Cop!" "He reminds me of Teddy Roosevelt." "I can't wait to meet him." "Too bad, Joe." "He's been dead for 60 years." "Martin?" "Yes, Roy." "Rub my back." "Roy." "No, no, I mean it, a sore spot." "I get them all the time now." "Please, rub it for me, darling." "Do that for me?" "Right there." "Yeah, right there." "Yes, a little lower." "How do you think a handful of Bolsheviks... turned St. Petersburg into Leningrad in one afternoon?" "Comrades." "Who do for each other." "Marx and Engels, Lenin and Trotsky..." "Joseph Stalin and Franklin Delano Roosevelt." "Comrades, right, Martin?" "This man, Joe, is a saint of the right." "I know, Mr. Heller." "See what I mean?" "He's special." "Isn't he?" "Don't embarrass him, Roy." "Gravity, decency, smarts." "His strength is as the strength of U0 because his heart is pure." "And he's a Roy-boy, U00%%%." "We're on the move, Joe, on the move." "Mr." "Heller, I'd really" "We can't wait any longer for an answer." "Joe's a married man, Martin." "With a wife." "She does not care to go to D.C., and so Joe cannot go." "Keeps us dangling." "We've seen that before, haven't we?" "These men and their wives?" "Yes, beware." "I really can't discuss this" "Then don't discuss." "Say yes, Joe." "Now." "Say, "Yes, I will."" "Now." "Now I'm gonna hold my breath till you do." "I'm turning blue waiting." "Now, God damn it!" "Roy, calm down." "Here." "Fuck it." "Came today, read." "Roy, this...." "Roy, this is terrible." "You're telling me." "New York State Bar Association, Martin, they're gonna try and disbar me." "Oh, my." "Why?" "Why, Martin?" "Revenge." "The whole establishment." "Their little rules, because I know no rules." "Because I don't see the law as a dead and arbitrary collection... of antiquated dictums." ""Thou shall, thou shall not."" "Because I know the law is a pliable, breathing, sweating organ." "Because, because...." "Because he borrowed $500,000 from one of his clients." "There's that." "And he forgot to return it." "Roy, that's...." "You borrowed money from a client?" "I'm deeply ashamed." "Roy, you know how much I admire you." "I know you have your unorthodox ways... but I'm sure you did what you thought you needed to at the time." "And I have faith that" "Not so damp, please." "I'll deny it was a loan." "She has no paperwork." "Can't prove a fucking thing." "I really appreciate your telling me this, and I'll do whatever I can to help." "I'll tell you what you can do." "I'm about to be tried, Joe... by a jury that is not a jury of my peers." "This disbarment committee... genteel gentlemen, Brahmin lawyers, country-club men..." "I offend them." "To these men I'm what, Martin?" "What would you say?" "Some sort of filthy little Jewish troll?" "No, I wouldn't go so far as that" "I would." "They're very fancy lawyers, these disbarment committee lawyers." "Fancy lawyers with fancy corporate clients and complicated cases... antitrust suits, deregulation, environmental control." "Complex cases like these need Justice Department cooperation..." "like flowers need the sun." "Wouldn't you say that was an accurate assessment?" "I'm not here, Roy." "I'm not hearing any of this." "No, of course you're not." "Without the light of the sun, Joseph... these cases and the very fancy lawyers who represent them... will wither and die." "A well-placed friend, someone in the Justice Department, say... can turn off the sun." "Cast a deep shadow on my behalf." "Make them shiver in the cold... if they overstep." "They would fear that." "Roy, I don't understand." "You do." "You're not asking me to" "Careful." "Even if I said yes to the job... it would be illegal to interfere with the hearings." "It's unethical." "No." "I can't." "Unethical?" "Would you excuse us a moment, please?" "Excuse you?" "Yeah, take a walk." "Roy, are you, are you feeling" "Unethical?" "Are you trying to embarrass me in front of my friend?" "It is unethical, l" "Boy, you are really something." "What do you think this is, Sunday school?" "No, but this is" "This is gastric juices churning, this is enzymes and acids." "This is intestinal, is what this is." "Bowel movement and blood-red meat." "This stinks." "This is politics, Joe." "This is the game of being alive, and you think you're what?" "You think you're above that?" "Above alive is what?" "Dead." "In the clouds." "You're on earth, God damn it!" "Plant a foot, stay awhile." "I'm sick." "They smell I'm weak." "They want blood this time." "I must have eyes in Justice." "In Justice, you will protect me." "Why can't Mr. Heller" "Grow up." "The administration can't get involved." "I'd be part of the administration, too." "No, not the same." "Martin's Ed's man, Ed's Reagan's man." "So Martin's Reagan's man." "You're mine." "This will never be." "You understand me?" "I'm gonna be a lawyer, Joe." "I'm gonna be a goddamn, motherfucking, legally licensed... member-of-the-bar lawyer, just like my daddy was... till my last bitter day on earth, Joseph." "Till the day I die." "Martin's back." "So, are we agreed?" "Joe?" "I will think about it." "I will." "It's the fear of what comes after the doing that makes the doing hard to do." "Amen." "But you can almost always live with the consequences." "Come on." "Can I...." "Sure." "Sure." "Crazy cold sun." "Yeah." "Have to make the best of it." "So how's your friend?" "My" "He's worse." "My friend is worse." "I'm sorry." "Yeah, thanks for asking." "It's nice." "You're nice." "I can't believe you voted for Reagan." "I hope he gets better." "Reagan?" "Your friend." "He won't." "Neither will Reagan." "Let's not talk politics, okay?" "Gosh, you're eating three of those?" "I'm hungry." "They're really terrible for you." "Full of rat poo... and beetle legs and wood shavings and shit." "You're eating one." "Yeah, the shape." "I can't help myself." "Plus, I'm trying to commit suicide." "What's your excuse?" "I don't have an excuse, I just have Pepto-Bismol." "Yeah, but then I wash it down with Coke." "Are you always like this?" "I've been worrying a lot about his kids." "Whose?" "Reagan's." "The ones he had with Jane and the ones with Nancy." "Little orphan Patti... and Miss Ron Reagan, Jr., the you-should- pardon-the-expression heterosexual." "Ron Reagan Jr. is...." "You shouldn't make these assumptions." "How do you know about him, what he is?" "You don't know." "Darling, he never sucked my cock, but...." "lf you're going to get vulgar" "No, I...." "Really." "I mean, what's it like to be the child of the Zeitgeist?" "To have the American animus as your dad?" "It's not really a family, the Reagans." "I read People." "There aren't any connections there, no love." "They don't ever even speak to each other except through their agents." "So what's it like to be Reagan's kid?" ""Enquiring minds want to know."" "You just...." "Whatever you feel like saying or doing, you don't care." "You just do it." "Do what?" "It." "Whatever." "Whatever it is you wanna do." "Are you trying to tell me something?" "No, I'm just observing that you" "Impulsive." "Yes." "I mean, it must be scary." "Land of the free, home of the brave." "Call me irresponsible." "It's kind of terrifying." "Yeah, freedom is." "Heartless, too." "You're not heartless." "You don't know." "Finish your weenie." "Yesterday was Sunday... but I've been a little unfocused and I thought it was Monday." "So I came here like I was going to work, and the whole place was empty." "And at first I couldn't figure out why... and I had this moment of incredible fear... and also... it just flashed through my mind." "The whole hall of justice, it's empty, it's deserted... it's gone out of business forever." "And I just wondered what a thing it would be... if, overnight, everything you owe anything to:." "justice... or love... had really gone away." "Free." "It would be... heartless terror." "Yes, terrible, and very great." "To shed your skin, every old skin... one by one." "I can't go back in there today." "I" "Then don't." "I can't go back in, I need...." "I can't be... this anymore." "I should just...." "Do you want some company?" "For whatever." "Sometimes even if it scares you to death, you have to be... willing to break the law." "Know what I mean?" "Yes." "I moved out." "I moved out on...." "I haven't been sleeping well." "Me, neither." "Antacid mustache." "Mom." "Joe?" "Hi." "You're calling from the street." "It must be 4:.00 in the morning." "What's happened?" "Nothing." "Nothing, I...." "It's Harper." "Has Harper...." "Joe?" "Yeah, hi." "No, Harper's fine." "No, she's not fine." "How are you, Mom?" "What's happened?" "I just wanted to talk to you." "I...." "I wanted to try something out on you." "Joe, you haven't...." "Have you been drinking, Joe?" "Yes, ma'am, I'm drunk." "That isn't like you." "No." "But I mean, who's to say?" "Why are you out on the street at 4:.00 in the morning... in that crazy city?" "It's dangerous." "Actually I'm not on the street, Mom." "I'm near the lake in the park." "What park?" "Central Park." "My lord, what on earth are you doing in Central Park... at this time of night?" "Are you...." "Joe, I think... you ought to go home, right now... and call me from there." "Joe?" "I come here to watch..." "Mom, sometimes." "Just to watch." "Watch what?" "What's there to watch?" "At 4:00 in the...." "Mom... did Dad love me?" "What?" "Did he?" "You have to go home now and call me from there." "No, answer." "Really, this is maudlin." "I don't like this conversation." "Yeah, it gets worse from here on." "Joe?" "Mom." "Momma." "I'm a homosexual, Momma." "Boy, did that come out awkward." "Hello?" "Hello?" "I'm a homosexual." "Please, Momma, say something." "You're old enough to understand your father didn't love you... without being ridiculous about it." "What?" "You're being ridiculous." "I'm what?" "You ought to go home to your wife, right now." "I need to go to sleep." "This phone call." "We will just forget this phone call." "Mom." "No more talk tonight." "And drinking is a sin!" "A sin!" "I raised you better than that." "God." "Home." "The moment of truth has arrived." "I'm gonna move out." "The fuck you are." "Harper, please listen." "I still love you very much." "You're still my best buddy." "I won't leave you." "I don't like the sound of this." "I'm leaving." "I'm leaving, I already have." "Please, listen." "This is really hard, we have to talk." "We are talking, aren't we?" "Now, please shut up." "Bastard, sneaking off while I'm flat out here." "That is low." "If I could get up now, I'd beat the shit out of you." "Did you take pills?" "How many?" "No pills, bad for...." "You aren't pregnant." "I called your gynecologist." "I'm seeing a new gynecologist!" "You have no right to do this!" "That's ridiculous." "No right." "It's criminal." "All right, forget about that." "You want the truth?" "This is the truth." "I knew this when I married you." "I've known this for as long as I've known anything." "But I thought that with enough will and effort..." "I could change myself." "But I can't!" "Criminal." "There ought to be a law." "There is a law, you'll see." "I'm losing ground here." "I go walking, you wanna know where I walk?" "I go to the park, or up and down 53rd Street... or places where...." "And I keep swearing I won't go again, but I just can't." "I need some privacy." "That's new." "Everything's new, Prior." "I try to tighten my heart into a knot, a snarl." "I try to learn to live dead, just numb." "But then I see someone I want and it's like a nail..." "like a hot spike right through my chest, and I know I'm losing." "The court will come to order." "Let's talk practicalities, schedules." "I'll come over when you want" "Has the jury reached a verdict?" "I'm doing the best I can!" "Pathetic, who cares?" "My whole life has conspired to bring me to this place... and I can't despise my whole life." "I think I believed, when I met you, I could save you." "You, at least, if not myself, but...." "I don't have any sexual feelings for you, and I don't think I ever did." "I think you should go." "Where?" "Washington, it doesn't matter." "What are you saying?" "Without me." "Without me, isn't that what you wanna hear?" "Yes." "You can love someone and fail them." "You can love someone and not be" "You can, theoretically, yes." "A person can." "Maybe an editorial "you" can love, Louis, but not you." "Specifically you, I don't know." "I think you are excluded from that general category." "You were gonna save me, but the whole time you were spinning a lie." "I just don't understand that." "A person could theoretically love, and maybe many do." "But we both know now you can't." "I do." "You can't even say it." "I...." "I love you, Prior." "I repeat, who cares?" "This is so scary." "I want this to stop, to go back." "We have reached a verdict, your honor, this man's heart is deficient!" "He loves, but his love is worth nothing." "Mr. Lies!" "I wanna get away from here." "Far away right now!" "Before he starts talking again, please!" "As long as I've known you, you've been afraid of men under the bed." "Men hiding under the sofa, men with knives." "I'm dying, you stupid fuck!" "Do you know what love is?" "Do you know what that means?" "We lived together four-and-a-half years." "You animal!" "You idiot!" "I have to find some way to save myself." "Who are these men?" "I never understood it, but now I know." "What?" "It's me." "It is?" "Get out of my room!" "I'm the man with the knives." "You are." "If I could get up now, I would kill you, I would." "Go away." "Go away or I'll scream." "God." "I'm sorry." "You, I recognize you now." "Please don't scream." "Go." "Please." "God, I'm bleeding." "Mr. Lies, get me away from here!" "Mr. Lies!" "Right here." "I wanna go away." "I can't see him anymore." "Where?" "Anywhere far away." "Absolutamento." "When I open my eyes, you'll be gone." "Harper?" "It worked." "I hurt all over." "I wish I was dead." "Okay." "No, thanks." "I got it from here." "I can walk." "Thank you, guys." "Welcome home, doucet." "Call me if you get confused about which pill's when... and stay quiet, rest your sad self." "Bye, pussums." "Men are beasts." "Who are you?" "My name's Prior Walter." "My name is Prior Walter." "I know that." "Explain." "You're alive, I'm not." "We have the same name." "What do you want me to explain?" "A ghost." "An ancestor." "Not the Prior Walter, the Bayeux Tapestry Prior Walter?" "Great-great grandson, fifth of the name." "I'm the 34th, I think." "Actually, the 32nd." "Not according to mother." "Then she's including the two bastards." "I say leave them out." "I say, no room for the bastards." "These little things you swallow?" "Pills." "For the pestilence." "I, too." "Pestilence, you, too, what?" "The pestilence in my day was much worse than it is now." "Whole villages of empty houses." "Look outdoors and you see Death walking in the morning... as plain as I see you now." "You died of the plague." "The spotty monster." "Like you, alone." "I'm not alone." "You have no wife, no children." "I'm gay." "Be gay." "Dance in your altogether for all I care." "But why can't you have children?" "Gay, homosexual." "Not "bonny, blithe" and...." "Never mind." "I had 12 when I died." "And I was three years younger than him." "God, another one!" "Prior Walter." "Prior to you by some 17 others." "He's counting the bastards." "Are we having a convention?" "We've been sent to declare her fabulous incipience." "They do love a well-paved entrance with lots of heralds." "The messenger comes." "Prepare the way." "The infinite descent, a breath in air." "We have been chosen, I suspect, because of the mortal affinities." "With a family as long-descended as the Walters... there are bound to be a few carried off by the plague." "The spotty monster." "Black Jack." "Mine came from the water pump." "Half the city of London." "His, from fleas." "Yours, I understand... from the lamentable consequences of venery." "Fleas on rats." "Who'd have known?" "Am I gonna die?" "We are not allowed to discuss that." "But when you do, you won't have the ancestors to help you through it." "You die alone." "I'm afraid." "So you should be." "There isn't even a torch." "The path is dark, steep, and rocky." "Don't alarm him." "There's good news before there's bad." "You are a prophet." "Seer." "Revelator." "It's a great honor for the family." "He hasn't got a family." "I meant for the Walters, for the family in the larger sense." "Calm." "This is no brain fever." "Even now... from the mirror-bright halls of heaven... across the cold and lifeless... infinity of space... the Messenger comes... trailing orbs of light... fabulous, incipient." "So, Prophet, to you." "Prepare... the infinite descent." "A breath, a feather." "Glory to...." "Why has democracy succeeded in America?" "Of course, by succeeded I mean comparatively, not literally... not in the present." "But what makes for the prospect... of some sort of radical democracy spreading outward and growing up?" "Why does the power that was once so carefully preserved... at the top of the pyramid by the original framers of the Constitution... seem drawn inexorably downward and outward... in spite of the best effort of the Right to stop this?" "It's the really hard thing about being Left in this country." "The Left can't help but trip over all these petrified little fetishes." "Freedom." "That's the worst." "And OJ." "Jeane Kirkpatrick, for God's sake, will go on and on about freedom." "What does that mean, the word "freedom, " when she talks about it?" "Or human rights." "You have Bush talking about human rights." "What are these people talking about?" "They might as well be talking about the mating habits of Venusians." "I mean, these people don't begin to know what, ontologically... freedom is, or human rights." "It's like they see these bourgeois property-based Rights of Man type rights... but that is not enfranchisement, it's not democracy, it's not what's implicit... what's potential, in the idea." "It's not the idea with blood in it." "That's just liberalism." "The worst kind of liberalism; bourgeois tolerance." "What I think what AIDS shows us is the limits of tolerance." "It's not enough to be tolerated." "When the shit hits the fan, you find out that tolerance is worth nothing." "Underneath all the tolerance is intense, passionate hatred." "Here you go." "Don't you think that's true?" "lt is." "Power's the object, not being tolerated." "Fuck assimilation." "But in spite of all this, the thing about America... is that we're different from every other nation... in that, with people here of every race, we can't...." "Ultimately, what defines us here isn't race, but politics." "Not like any European country where there's an insurmountable fact... of a kind of racial or ethnic monopoly or monolith." "Like, all Dutchmen, I mean, Dutch people, are Dutch." "And the Jews of Europe were never Europeans." "Just a small problem facing the monolith." "Whereas, here in America" "Race doesn't count." "No...." "You can't be hearing that." "Look." "Race, yes." "But ultimately, race here is a political question." "Racists just try to use race here as a tool in a political struggle." "It's not really about race." "There are no angels in America." "No spiritual past, no racial past." "There's only the political." "The shifting downwards and outwards of political power to the people." "Power to the people, amen." "My goodness, look at the time." "You think this is racist or naive or something." "It's certainly something." "What?" "I really...." "I don't wanna speak from some position of privilege." "I'm sitting here thinking, "Eventually he's got to run out of steam"... so I let you go on and on... saying about seven or eight things that I find really offensive." "But I know you." "I know that the guilt fueling this peculiar tirade... is already swollen bigger than your hemorrhoids." "I don't have hemorrhoids." "May I finish?" "So, finally" "Prior told you." "You promised." "Prior's not a subject." "You brought him up." "I brought up hemorrhoids." "It's indirect." "Passive-aggressive." "Unlike banging me over the head saying that America has no race problem." "Be fair." "I never said that." "Not exactly, but close." "You misinterpreted." "Stop interrupting." "No, let me...." "What, talk?" "You've been running your mouth nonstop since I got here." "Up the hill and down the hill, playing with your monolith." "You could've joined in." "It's an awesome spectacle, but I got better things to do with my time... than to listen to this racist bullshit because I feel sorry" "I am not a racist." "Come on." "So maybe I am a racist." "I really hate that." "It's no fun picking on you, Louis, you're so guilty." "It's like throwing darts at a glob of Jell-O." "There are no satisfying hits, just quivering." "The darts just blop in and vanish." "You know what I think?" "You hate me because I'm a Jew." "I'm leaving." "It's true." "You have no basis...." "Louis, it's good to know you haven't changed." "You're still an honorary citizen of the Twilight Zone." "And after your pale white polemics on behalf of racial insensitivity... you have a lot of nerve calling me an anti-Semite." "Now I really have to go." "You called me "Lou the Jew."" "That was a joke." "I didn't think it was funny." "lt was three years ago." "You hate me because you hate black people." "I do not." "But I do think most black people are anti-Semitic." "That's racist." "Louis Farrakhan." "Ed Koch." "Jesse Jackson." "Louis, that's pathetic." "You voted for Jesse Jackson." "You sent checks to the Rainbow Coalition." "I'm ambivalent." "The checks bounced." "All your checks bounce." "You're ambivalent about everything." "What's that supposed to mean?" "You may be dumber than shit, but I refuse to believe you can't figure it out." "Try." "I was never ambivalent about Prior." "I love him." "I really do." "Nobody said different." "Love and ambivalence." "Real love isn't ambivalent." "I'd swear that's a line from my favorite best-selling paperback novel..." "In Love with the Night Mysterious, except I don't think you've read it." "I never read it." "You ought to... instead of spending your life trying to get through Democracy in America." "It's about this white woman... whose daddy owns a plantation in the Deep South... in the years before the Civil War." "And her name is Margaret... and she's in love with her daddy's number-one slave." "His name is Thaddeus." "She's married, but her white slave-owner husband has aids." "Antebellum lnsufficiently-Developed Sex organs." "So there's a lot of hot stuff going down... when Margaret and Thaddeus can catch a spare torrid ten... under the cotton-picking moon." "Then, of course, the Yankees come and set the slaves free." "The slaves string up old daddy and so on." "Historical fiction." "Somewhere in there, I recall..." "Margaret and Thaddeus find the time to discuss the nature of love." "Her face is reflecting the flames... of the burning plantation." "You know, the way white people do." "And his black face is dark in the night." "And she says to him:" ""Thaddeus, real love isn't ever ambivalent."" "Looking good." "What else?" "Ankle's sore and swollen, but the leg's better." "The nausea's mostly gone with the little orange pills." "BM's pure liquid, but not bloody anymore, for now." "My eye doctor says everything's okay, for now." "My dentist says "yuck" when he sees my fuzzy tongue... and now he wears little condoms on his thumb and forefinger... and a mask." "So what?" "My dermatologist is in Hawaii... and my mother...." "Leave my mother out of it." "Which is usually where my mother is." "Out of it." "My glands are like walnuts, my weight's holding steady for week two... and a friend died two days ago of bird tuberculosis." "That scared me." "I didn't go to the funeral today because he was an Irish Catholic." "It's probably open casket and I'm afraid of something:" "the bird TB, or seeing him, or...." "So I guess I'm doing okay." "Except for, of course, I'm going nuts." "How bad is he?" "You want the laundry list?" "There's the weight problem and the shit problem... and the morale problem." "And he thinks he's going crazy." "We ran the Toxoplasmosis series." "There's no indication" "I know." "But I feel like something terrifying is on its way, you know?" "Like a missile from outer space, and it's plummeting down towards the earth." "And I'm ground zero." "And I am generally known where I am known... as one cool, collected queen." "And I am ruffled." "There's really nothing to worry about." "I think that...." "Excuse me?" "Everything's fine." "I don't understand what" "Why are you doing that?" "Stop it." "Stop what?" "You were just...." "Weren't you just speaking in Hebrew or something?" "Hebrew?" "No, I didn't speak in Hebrew." "Oh, no." "Oh, God." "Please, I think...." "Look, I'm sorry." "I have a waiting room full." "I think you're one of the lucky ones." "You'll live for years, probably." "You're pretty healthy for someone with no immune system." "Are you seeing someone?" "Loneliness is a danger." "A therapist?" "No, I don't need to see anyone." "I just" "Think about it." "You aren't going crazy." "You're just under a lot of stress." ""Hebrew."" "You're a nurse." "Give me something." "I don't know what to do anymore." "Last week at work, I screwed up the Xerox machine permanently... and then I tripped on the subway steps." "I fell and my glasses broke." "And I cut my forehead." "Here, see?" "So now I can't see much." "And my forehead, it's like the mark of Cain." "Stupid, right?" "But it won't heal." "Every morning I see it and I think Biblical things." "Mark of Cain, Judas Iscariot and his silver." "I miss him so much." "But then those sores and the smell, and where I thought it was going..." "I could be sick, too." "Maybe I'm sick." "I don't know." "Belize, tell him I love him." "Can you do that?" "I've thought about it for a very long time... and I still don't understand what love is." "I'm dying." "He's dying." "You just wish you were." "Cheer up, Louis." "Look at that heavy sky out there." "Purple." "Boy, what kind of homosexual are you, anyway?" "That's not purple, Mary." "That color up there is mauve." "Snow." "Snow." "Ice." "Mountains of ice." "Where am I?" "I feel better." "I do, I feel better." "There are ice crystals in my lungs, wonderful and sharp... and the snow smells like cold, crushed peaches." "And there's something... some current of blood in the wind." "How strange, it has that iron taste." "Ozone!" "Where am I?" "The kingdom of ice." "Bottommost part of the world." "Antarctica?" "This is Antarctica?" "Cold shelter for the shattered." "No sorrow here." "Tears freeze." "Boy!" "Look at this, like, wow." "I must have really snapped the tether." "Apparently." "That's great!" "I wanna stay here forever." "Set up camp and build things." "Build a city, an enormous city." "I should build by a river." "Where are the forests?" "No timber here." "Too cold." "No trees." "Details." "I'm sick of details!" "I'll plant them and grow them." "It'll be great, and I'm gonna make a new world here... so that I never have to go home again." "As long as it lasts." "Ice has a way of melting." "No." "Forever." "I can have anything I want here." "Maybe even companionship." "Someone who has desire for me." "You, maybe." "It's against the bylaws of the lnternational Order of Travel Agents... to get involved with clients." "Rules are rules." "Anyway, I'm not the one you really want." "There isn't anyone?" "Maybe an Eskimo who can ice-fish for food... help me to build a nest for when the baby comes" "There are no Eskimo here, and you're not really pregnant." "You made that up." "All of this is made up, so if the snow feels cold, I'm pregnant, right?" "Here, I can be pregnant and I can have any kind of baby I want." "This is a retreat." "A vacuum." "Its virtue is that it lacks everything." "Deep freeze for feelings." "You can be numb and safe here." "That's what you came for." "Respect the delicate ecology of your delusions." "You mean like no Eskimo in Antarctica?" "Correcto." "Ice and snow, no Eskimo." "Even hallucinations have laws." "Then who's that?" "An Eskimo." "An Antarctic Eskimo." "Fisher of the polar deep." "I'm gonna like this place." "It's my own National Geographic special." "I think I felt her kicking." "Maybe I'll give birth to a baby covered with thick white fur... and that way she won't be cold." "My breasts will be full of hot cocoa so that she doesn't get chilly... and if it gets really cold, she'll have a pouch I can crawl into." "Like a marsupial." "And we'll mend together." "That's what we'll do." "We'll mend." "Excuse me." "I said, excuse me." "Can you tell me where I am?" "Is this Brooklyn?" "Do you know a Pineapple Street?" "Or is there some train or bus that I...." "I'm lost." "I just arrived from Salt Lake City." "Utah?" "And I took the bus that I was told to take and I got off." "It was the very last stop, so I had to get off." "And I asked the driver, was this Brooklyn?" "And he nodded yes." "But he was from one of those foreign countries... where they think it's good manners to nod... even if you have no idea what you're nodding at." "In truth, I think he spoke no English at all." "Which I think would make him ineligible for employment on public transportation... the public being English-speaking." "Mostly." "Do you speak English?" "I was supposed to be met at the airport by my son." "And he didn't show." "And I don't wait more than three and three-quarters hours for anyone." "So I should have been more patient, I guess." "But is this" "Bronx." "Is that the Bronx?" "How in the name of heaven did I get to the Bronx, when that" "Slurp." "Will you stop that disgusting slurping... you disgusting, slurping, feeding animal." "Feeding yourself." "What would it matter to you or anyone if you just stopped feeding... and died!" "Can you just tell me" "Why was the Kosciuszko Bridge... named after a Polack?" "I don't know what you're talking about." "That was a joke." "What's the punch line?" "I don't know." "For Pete's sake." "ls there anyone who can tell me" "Stand further off, you fat loathsome whore!" "You can't have any more of this soup." "Slurp, you animal." "I know you'll pee it all away, and where will you do that?" "Behind what bush?" "It's fucking cold out here, and I...." "That's right... 'cause it was supposed to have been a tunnel." "Not very funny." "Have you read the Prophecies of Nostradamus?" "Who?" "Some guy I went out with once somewhere." "Nostradamus." "Prophet." "Outcast." "Eyes, like, scary shit" "Shut up!" "Please stop jabbering for one minute... and pull your wits together and tell me how to get to Brooklyn." "Because you know, and you'll tell me, because there's no else to tell me... and I'm cold and I'm wet... and I'm very, very angry." "So I'm sorry that you're psychotic, but just make an effort." "Pull yourself together and take a deep breath." "Do it!" "Good." "Now exhale." "Good." "Now tell me how to get to Brooklyn." "Don't know." "Never been, I'm sorry." "You want some soup?" "Manhattan?" "Do you...." "I don't suppose you know the address of the Mormon Visitor's Center." "65th and Broadway." "How do you know that?" "Go there all the time." "Free movies." "It's boring, but you can stay all day." "How can I get there?" "Take the D train." "It's the next block." "Make a right." "Thank you." "Yeah." "In the new century..." "I think we will all be insane." "I can't go to Washington." "The answer's no." "I'm sorry." "Oh, well." "Apologies." "I don't see that there's anyone asking for apologies." "I'm sorry, Roy." "Oh, well, apologies." "My wife is missing." "My mother's coming from Salt Lake to help look, I guess." "I'm supposed to be at the airport picking her up now, but...." "I just spent two days in a hospital, Roy, with a bleeding ulcer." "I was spitting up blood." "Blood?" "Look, I'm very busy here" "It's just a job." "A job?" "A job?" "Washington?" "Dumb Utah Mormon hick shit." "Roy" "Washington?" "When Washington called me, I was younger than you." "You think I said, "Oh, fuck, no, I can't go." ""l got two fingers up my asshole and a little moral nosebleed to boot"?" "When Washington calls you, my pretty young punk friend, you go... or you can go fuck yourself sideways... 'cause the train has pulled out of the station and you're out!" "Nowhere." "Out in the cold." "Fuck you, Mary Jane." "Get out of here!" "Look, just let me" "What, explain?" "Ephemera!" "Explain." "You broke my heart, explain that." "I love you, Roy." "There's so much that I want to be." "What you see in me...." "I wanna be a participant in the world." "In your world, Roy." "I wanna be capable of that." "I've tried, really, I have." "But I can't do this." "Not because I don't believe in you, but because I believe in you so much." "And what you stand for at heart." "The order, the decency." "I would give anything to protect you, but there are laws I can't break." "It's too ingrained, it's not me." "There's enough damage I've already done." "Maybe you're right." "Maybe I'm dead." "You're not dead, boy, you're a sissy." "You love me, that's moving." "I'm moved." "It's nice to be loved." "I warned you about her, didn't I, Joe?" "You don't listen to me." "Why?" "Because you say:" ""Roy." "He's smart, he's a friend..." ""but, Roy, well, you know, he isn't nice."" "And you wanna be nice, right?" "A nice, nice man." "You know what my greatest accomplishment was, Joe?" "In my life, what I am able to look back on and be most proud of?" "And I have helped make presidents and unmake them." "And mayors, and more goddamn judges than anyone in New York City ever... and several million dollars tax-free." "And you know what means the most to me?" "You ever hear of Ethel Rosenberg, Joe?" "Yeah, I guess, yes." "Yeah, you've heard of Ethel Rosenberg." "Maybe even read about her in the history books." "If it wasn't for me, Joe, Ethel Rosenberg would be alive today... writing some personal advice column for Ms. Magazine." "She isn't." "Because during the trial, Joe..." "I was on the phone every day talking with the judge." "Every day, doing what I do best." "Talking on the telephone." "Making sure that that timid yid nebbish on the bench... did his duty to America, to history." "That sweet, unprepossessing woman... two kids, boo-hoo-hoo... reminded us all of our little Jewish mamas, she came this close to getting life." "I pleaded till I wept to put her in the chair." "Me, I did that." "I'd have fucking pulled the switch myself if they let me." "Why?" "Because I fucking hate traitors." "Because I fucking hate Communists." "Was it legal?" "Fuck legal!" "Am I a nice man?" "Fuck nice!" "They say terrible things about me in The Nation." "Fuck The Nation!" "You wanna be nice?" "Or you wanna be effective?" "You wanna make the law or subject to it?" "Choose!" "Your wife chose." "A week from today, she'll be back." "She knows how to get what she wants." "Maybe I'll send her to Washington." "I don't believe you." "Gospel." "You can't possibly mean what you're saying." "You were Assistant United States Attorney on the Rosenberg case." "Ex parte communication with the judge during the trial... would be censurable, at least, probably conspiracy." "In a case that resulted in execution, it's...." "What?" "Murder?" "You're not well, is all." "What do you mean, I'm not well?" "Who's not well?" "You said" "I did?" "I said what?" "You have cancer." "No, I don't." "You told me you were dying." "What the fuck are you talking about, Joe?" "I never said that." "I'm in perfect health." "There's not a goddamn thing wrong with me." "Shake." "It's okay that you hurt me... because I love you, baby Joe." "That's why I'm so rough on you." "Prodigal son." "The world is gonna wipe its dirty hands all over you." "lt already has, Roy." "Get out." "I'll always be here waiting for you." "And what did you want from me?" "What was all this?" "What do you want?" "Treacherous, ungrateful" "Transgress a little, Joseph." "So many laws." "Find one you can break." "Andy, get in here!" "Who the fuck are you?" "The new nurse?" "Fuck." "Ethel." "You don't look so good, Roy." "Ethel, I don't feel so good." "And you've lost a lot of weight." "That suits you." "You were heavy back then." "Zaftig, mit hips." "I haven't been that heavy since 1960." "We were all heavier back then before the body thing started." "Now I look like a skeleton." "They stare." "The shit's really hit the fan, Roy?" "The fun's just started." "What is this, Ethel, Halloween?" "You trying to scare me?" "You're wasting your time... 'cause I'm scarier than you are any day of the week." "So, beat it, Ethel." "Boo!" "Better dead than Red." "Somebody trying to shake me up?" "From the throne of God in heaven to the belly of hell... you can all fuck yourselves." "You can go jump in the lake... because I am not afraid of you!" "Or death!" "Or hell!" "Or anything!" "I'll be seeing you soon, Roy." "Julius sends his regards." "Yeah?" "Send this to Julius." "You really are a very sick man." "He doesn't hear you, I guess." "We should send for an ambulance." "Buttons." "Such things they got now." "What's the number, Roy?" "911." "It sings." "Yes, you should please send an ambulance... to the home of Mr. Roy Cohn, the famous lawyer." "What's the address, Roy?" "251..." "East 87th." "No apartment number." "He's got the whole building." "My name?" "Ethel Greenglass Rosenberg." "R-O-S-E-N-B-E-R-G." "No, not a relation, an old friend." "They said a minute." "I got all the time in the world." "You're immortal." "I'm immortal, Ethel." "I have forced my way into history." "I ain't never gonna die!" "History is about to crack wide open." "Millennium approaches." "Tonight's the night." "Aren't you excited?" "Tonight she arrives." "Right through the roof." "Lumen!" "Phosphor!" "Phosphor!" "Fluor!" "Candle!" "An unending billowing of scarlet." "Look." "Garlic." "A mirror." "Holy water." "A crucifix." "Fuck off!" "Get the fuck out of my room!" "Go!" "Hard as a hickory knob, I bet." "We all tumesce when they approach." "We wax full, like moons." "Dance." "Dance?" "Stand up, damn it, give us your hand, dance." "Listen." "Delightful sounds." "Care for a dance?" "Please leave me alone." "Please just let me sleep." "He wants someone familiar." "A partner who knows his steps." "Close your eyes." "Imagine." "I don't...." "Close your eyes." "And now open them!" "Dance with me." "I can't." "My leg." "It hurts at night." "Are you a ghost, Lou?" "No, just spectral." "Lost to myself." "And sitting all day on cold park benches, wishing I could be with you." "Dance with me, babe." "Now I see why he's got no children." "He's a sodomite." "Be quiet, you medieval gnome." "Let them dance." "I'm not interfering." "Done my bit." "Hooray, the messenger's come." "Now I'm blowing off." "I don't like it here." "The 20th century." "Oh, dear." "The world's got so terribly, terribly old." "Prepare!" "Don't come in here." "Don't come in!" "No." "My name is Prior Walter." "I am the scion... of an ancient line." "Abandoned?" "No." "No, my...." "My name is Prior and I live here... and now...." "And in the dark, in the dark, the recording angel... opens its hundred eyes and snaps the spine of the book of life." "Hush." "I'm talking nonsense." "No more mad scene." "Hush." "Do you know the story of Lazarus?" "Lazarus?" "I can't remember what happens, exactly." "I don't...." "He was dead, Lazarus... and Jesus breathed life into him." "He brought him back from death." "Come here often?" "No." "Yes." "Back from the dead." "You believe that really happened?" "I don't know anymore what I believe." "I mean, this is quite a coincidence, us meeting." "I followed you." "From work." "I followed you here." "You followed me?" "You probably saw me in the washroom that day and thought, "There's a sweet guy..." ""sensitive, cries for friends in trouble."" "Yes." "Thought maybe I'll cry for you." "Yes." "Well, I fooled you." "Crocodile tears." "Nothing." "What are you doing?" "Don't do that." "No, I'm sorry." "I think if you touch me, your hand might fall off or something." "Worse things have happened to people who've touched me." "Please." "Oh, boy." "Look, can l...." "I want to touch you." "Can I just touch you... here?" "I'm going to hell for doing this." "Big deal." "You think it could be any worse than New York City?" "Come on." "Where?" "Home with me." "This makes no sense." "I don't know you." "Likewise." "Yeah, and what you do know about me, you don't like." "The Republican stuff?" "Yeah, well, for starters." "I don't not like that." "I hate that." "Then why on earth should I go to your place...." "Strange bedfellows." "I don't know." "I never made it with one of the damned before." "I would really rather not have to spend tonight alone." "I'm a pretty terrible person, Louis." "Lou." "No, I really, really am." "I don't think I deserve being loved." "There, you see, we already have a lot in common." "That sound." "What is that, like birds or something?" "Like a really big bird?" "I'm frightened." "No." "No fear." "Find the anger." "My blood is clean, my brain is fine." "I can handle pressure!" "I am a gay man, and I am used to pressure, to trouble!" "I am tough and strong and...." "Oh, my goodness." "All right." "I'm hot." "I must have a fever." "Greetings, prophet." "The great work begins." "The messenger has arrived."