Get back inside! Get back inside!
Hey, don't be scared!
Don't be scared, they ain't gonna bite you.
Come back, little lost sheep.
I could be your shepherd.
Apollo 10 astronauts Colonel Tom Stafford,
Commanders John Young and Eugene Cernan appear to be in excellent condition
after their splashdown in the Pacific today,
where they were picked up by the USS Princeton.
Aw, poor little thing.
Long way from home, starving and dragging
a suitcase like a little baby chicken.
I'm not starving, sir, I just had two hot dogs.
You want a third?
I'm kidding.
You need somewhere to rest your pretty little head and collect yourself?
I happen to have a comfy little place right around the corner.
No, I can wait. Thank you, sir.
Oh, but I'm sure they're worried to death.
I bet they're by the telephone right this second saying,
"When will he call?"
Praying.
The moment I wake up
Before I put on my make-up
I say a little prayer for you
Queen Tooey, leave him alone, Jesus!
You never stop, and you sound terrible.
Ray, darling, I sound just fine for someone who's had a dick in his mouth all night.
Oops.
Girl, from the looks of you, that's the least of your worries.
Listen up, kid.
Don't follow this one unless you want to end up tied
to a chair and smothered in pancake batter, or whatever that shit is.
Coca-Cola, please.
Yes, sir.
Have a nice day, boys.
And remember, don't talk to strangers.
Do you know him?
Her?
Yeah, I know her.
Why did you call him Queen Tooey?
Because she goes into people's cabinets and steals their Tuinal.
Beans? Jeebs?
- Downers? - Right, right.
Oh, baby, you don't know nothing, do you?
I know I don't want to be tied to a chair and covered in pancake batter.
I don't know. It could be fun.
Sticky, but fun.
I already got you all figured out, okay?
- Yeah, how's that? - Hey, Norma.
Let's see, grew up in Kansas, right?
On like a pea farm, or whatever, kissing goats.
And your daddy was the preacher, but secretly a little whoopsie, right?
And Mama probably baked apple pies,
and wrote your name in your underwear with tiny thread.
Okay, well, A, I'm from Brookston, Indiana,
and B, I did not grow up making out with goats,
and C, I'm here because I'm actually going
- to Columbia in the fall. - Oh, Columbia.
That's right, and hang on, what the hell is a pea farm?
Look, small details, baby.
Once you realized what you really were,
you had to run away from home to find your ass, and quick.
And what am I?
Well, you certainly didn't come to Christopher Street for the pizza.
I didn't run away from home. Kicked out.
Hey look, run away, kicked out...
all that really matters is now you're here, right?
And you don't know what is what.
Welcome to New York, and keep up.
Yo, everybody, this here's Danny.
He's on his way to Columbia in the fall.
Danny, meet my little ladies of the night.
Queen Cong, straight off the boat from some godforsaken island.
And this Beatle groupie over here, that's Quiet Paul.
- And the chicken bone is Little Lee. - What's up, man?
Hey.
Nobody going to introduce me?
And this pathetic creature is Orphan Annie.
How long you been working the streets?
Annie, the boy just got here. I mean, look at him.
He looks a lot like Justin.
I just hope you don't end up like him.
- What did you just say? - I didn't say nothing.
I was just saying I hope you don't end up like him.
Don't you fucking talk about Justin, you little bitch.
- Girls! - I'm the bitch?
You're the bitch, picking up a know-nothing, white trash twink!
Just don't be talking about Justin, okay?
You going to use it, or not?
It is just too nice a day to cut each other up, isn't it?
Blood, mess, tragically ruined outfits.
Fucking lucky, bitch.
Yo, I'm starving. Is anybody else hungry?
- Moi! - You wanna come?
No, you know, I got all this stuff.
- Bob, will you take his suitcase, please? - Yeah, of course.
It's cool. We take care of his dog.
He takes care of us.
You sure?
I'm upstairs. Just bring it up to the top of the steps.
Okay.
Oh, now that's gorgeous.
What, that straw thing with the flowers?
I think it'll look nice on you, Annie.
Hey, what'd you do?
We are the baddest girls We wear our hair in curls
We wear no underwear We show our pubic hair
Oh, shit!
I don't like that coffee.
- I like Cavalier. - What's wrong?
No, no, no. Cavalier tastes like cat piss.
- Chock Full o' Nuts? - Why can't we get both?
We can't afford both.
Why not?
Because Mama's in the hospital.
My mom's in the hospital.
Yes, she is.
And she's dying of cancer.
Hey, I'm really sorry that your ma's sick, but keep it down.
I got other customers. Show a little respect.
Stop that.
You know what, from now on, you get... Yes, you are...
You get your hot breakfast on your own.
Wait for me. Wait.
Anything else?
Barbra is a much bigger star.
Than Judy?
There's something so broken about that junkie.
I like someone who ain't gonna collapse any minute, and that's Barbra.
Will someone please tell this sticky, sugar-faced fool
that Judy's supposed to be tragic.
It's a part of her beauty.
In the Wizard of Oz, man, she's just like us.
A girl just lost in a world that don't understand her.
Midgets.
That is so true, my little wretched darling.
- Come here, baby. - I have so missed you!
Oh, she's back, the Queen of Queens herself!
Danny, meet Marsha Johnson.
Marsha P. Johnson, if you please, darling.
What's the "P" stand for?
Pay it no mind!
Marsha is the only drag queen that's nice to us.
Those other nasty bitches don't know one day,
Jesus is going to punish them for their sins,
and fuck them up good, okay?
Oh, shit, my first appointment awaits.
It's a certain fat priest who has to pray to Mary as he comes.
Wait, wait, wait, is he really fat?
- Shit, I know him. - Everybody knows him.
Now, Lee, you stay away from my regulars.
You don't want me to have to spank you.
- Maybe I do. - Bye, girls!
Bye, Mama.
Always on time.
By the way, Judy is not that good of an actress.
All right, Danny Boy, I'm going to see you later, okay?
Mama's got to work.
Bye, girls, don't do anything I would do!
Which is nothing, girl.
Bitch has got to book. You coming?
No rest for the weary.
See you later, Columbia.
But all homosexuals are not passive.
Public restrooms can often be a hangout for the homosexual.
Bobby and his friends hadn't noticed the man
who had been in the restroom when they changed,
and as it was late, he suggested they take the shortcut
under the pier but the others preferred to take the more travelled way home.
Bobby, run away from the faggot behind you, Bobby!
Bobby had made a wise decision.
It may have saved his life.
Okay, kids, these are the things we have to be aware of.
You know there are sick people out there, and they are waiting.
What is it that they do, exactly?
Well, they're kind of like Count Dracula,
but instead of sucking your blood, they're sucking something else.
Nah, Trev, you've got it all wrong.
A guy wears a dress.
The other guy takes that dress off, and then they do it up the butt.
How do you know so much about it, Mattie?
Oh, Joe.
I still don't get it. Joe!
Let's go!
Why you babies stopping back there?
Let's add 20 push-ups.
On my whistle, Joe's going to count them out.
One, two, three...
That's right, Joe. You set the pace here.
Keep going. Attaboy, Joe.
Come on, Danny, you going to join us sometime before 1970 rolls around?
Let's go.
Three, two... Come on, Danny, get up!
You never shower.
I never sweat. Some people don't sweat.
I'm one of them.
We on this weekend?
I can't be any easier on you, Danny.
I just can't.
You understand that, right?
Yes, Dad.
Hey, hey, hey!
For only 100 bucks?
Talk about taking advantage of a little kid!
Who's a member of a minority group.
I got it.
Coach Winters.
Who is this?
Dad, it's me. Can we talk, please?
I'm just calling you because I...
I hope you're still going to send in the papers
for my scholarship, all right? You know that...
Dad?
Was that Danny?
Dad!
I'm sorry, sir, but we're closing.
Can I just get a cup of coffee, please?
Sure.
Thanks.
I don't suppose you're hiring at the moment, are you, sir?
Got any experience as a short order cook?
- No. - Hey, everybody.
They all queers now.
It used to be poets and mobsters. Now they just fags.
I'm real sorry, sir. Thank you.
Yeah, I'm actually late, so I'm going to head out now.
- Good to see you. - Be careful!
Always!
Why, hello again, Mr. Danny.
Out for a stroll, are we?
No, no, I'm looking for Ray.
The new boys hang out a little further.
Yeah, how are you?
Hey, what's up, yo? How you doing?
Hey, Ray? Ray!
Oh, shit.
- Get out of my way! - Fucking perverts!
Get out of here, goddamn it!
You fucking faggots, move your ass. Come on, come on! Get out of here.
Get the fuck out of here!
You're disturbing my friends!
Here, you fucking cocksuckers!
What are you looking at, faggot?
Nothing.
Hey, where are you going, cum stain?
- Nice. - Oh, he's pretty, huh?
Oh, you're a pretty one, huh?
You want to suck my dick?
I think he wants to suck your dick.
You want to suck my dick?
- No! - You want to suck his dick?
Come on, suck his dick. Suck his fucking dick!
Get in there!
- Hey, hey! - Oh, shit, no!
- She's got a temper, huh? - No!
You still got a temper, faggot?
No, no!
No, no, stop, stop!
Stop. Stop!
You know what, I don't even want him to suck my dick no more.
Look at his mouth. It's all full of blood and shit.
That's disgusting.
Heavenly Father we thank you for this food, for these and all your blessings,
God's holy name be blessed and praised through Jesus Christ, Our Lord, amen.
Amen.
They showed a film in school today.
We younger kids were not allowed to see it.
Wonder why.
Mr. Truman Capote, who wrote In Cold Blood, is also a homosexual.
Maybe that's why I wasn't allowed to see that movie either.
Phoebe, we're having dinner. Thank you.
Well, I also really want to see Doctor Dolittle.
He talks to animals.
Maybe you should see that movie, Dad.
Maybe he could get you to talk.
You finding this amusing, Danny?
- No, sir. - No, sir.
Can I borrow your car tonight, Mom?
Joe wants me to hang out with him.
- Don't be home too late. - I won't.
Mike, do you really think it was such a good idea?
Sheriff Goodwin was great, honey. He laid it all out.
I don't even think it's true, and I don't know why you do.
There are signs, and if you don't want to see them, that's fine, but I do.
This is WTTV-FM, rocking Brookston,
all night long.
They're not going to go, Joe. I'm telling you now.
Hey Danny, we're taking bets on who's going to the World Series.
Joe thinks the Mets.
- Yeah, I guess. - See?
He knows. Danny knows.
- Hi, Danny. - Hey.
- Sarah got into Syracuse. - Oh, yeah?
- Did you hear from Columbia? - Yeah.
Hey, about time you showed up.
Bye, guys!
I don't know, Danny's just weird.
He never wants to stick around.
Come on, babe, let's go too. I got to get the car back.
Okay. Bye, boys.
Hey.
God, that fucking film.
Yep, they were creepy looking men.
Half the fucking faculty look like those guys.
Joe, don't be stupid, they meant it for us.
At least he meant it for me.
He even dragged poor Sheriff Goodwin along.
I'm telling you, he's on to us.
Hey.
I can't wait to get out of this place.
Joe, wait. Wait, wait, wait.
Wait, wait, wait.
What?
Do you think we're sick?
It's just nothing. It's not anything.
Cool it. We're just fooling around.
Sarah won't do anything, and you don't even have a girlfriend.
It's more than that. I just...
I really like you, Joe.
Don't fucking say that. This is just for now.
We're not faggots.
Just relax, Danny, relax.
Looks like our Johnny Boy didn't take his girl right home, huh?
A little stopover first.
A bit of hanky-panky, baby.
Excuse me.
Matt, where are you going?
Wait, where are you going?
Going to surprise them.
Oh, no!
What was that?
Don't be a stranger!
Ray? Ray!
Hey, Columbia!
Wait!
Wow, nice digs!
Where you been?
I was away for a while.
Yeah?
What the fuck happened to you?
Nothing, been looking for you.
Nothing?
Nothing will do that, all right.
- Come on. - Where we going?
What, you got a better option?
No.
Hurry up!
What took you so long?
What are you waiting for?
You're handsome.
It's okay.
Listen, this is only temporary
because we could find a real place.
Because I just made some real money.
I got a cousin.
He went to pharmacy school in California.
You know, where Judy, Liza,
and Lorna,
they live there with a lot of palm trees.
You could go to pharmacy school, too.
I can't go because I'm not smart like that,
but I can make you a nice home.
I could clean. I could cook arroz con pollo.
I could drive to the supermarket in our Chevrolet,
and I could buy groceries.
It'd be so nice.
Would you like that?
Danny?
Good night.
Daniel, the coach wants to see you right away.
Joe...
I know everything.
Don't bother denying it. Joe told me.
And I seen it coming, too.
The sickness...
you... seducing him.
Taking the lead.
Oh, it's such a great way to attack me and ruin my quarterback.
You got him drunk so he wouldn't even realize what was going on.
I want to do the right thing, Danny.
You need help, son.
And we're going to get you that help.
I need you to look me in the eye, Danny.
And tell me you need help.
This is a one time thing, Danny.
Look at me.
Say it!
This is a one time thing, Danny.
Say it!
Your father called.
Please don't go, Danny.
Hey.
Please don't leave, Danny, please.
- Phoebe. - Please.
I have to, all right? I have to.
They said all these mean things at school. I just had to get out of there.
I know, I know. You're smarter than them, right?
They're going to keep saying those things,
but you're not going to believe them, are you? No.
Look, I'm going to write you, okay?
I'm going to write you every single day. I promise you, every single day.
Where do you want to go?
I'm going to go to New York, maybe.
I'll come with you. I can come with you, please.
Oh, Phoebes, you know you can't. Cricket, you know you can't.
Come on.
Joe.
What do you want?
Joe, it's me.
Why did you lie about us?
You should go, Danny.
Please, just go.
Joe, who was that?
Asshole, we trying to get our beauty sleep.
Open up!
Someone answer the goddamn fucking door, please!
Look mister, you're going to have to give us a few more hours.
We're working girls in here. You know that.
No, you got to get out. I know what's going on.
There's a least a dozen of you guys in there.
Oh, come on, mister.
We're going to be really nice to you. Aren't we, girls?
I could be nice, but I don't want to.
We'll pay for tomorrow.
If you guys are not out of here in half an hour, I'll call the police.
You heard the bitch.
Fuck. It's a brand new day, bitches.
Wake up.
- What? - No, nothing.
Oh, college boy has a problem?
This weekend, I'll go dancing at the Stonewall,
and I want to look just right when I'm dancing.
You look right now, Mama.
I wanna shine, bitches!
You're shining, Mama.
So you just take whatever you want?
Yeah. That's right, farm boy.
I take whatever I want, and can,
because if I didn't, I'd have nothing at all.
That might be a lesson you want to learn before you go to college, okay?
'Course the truth is,
you ain't going nowhere other than the street, just like the rest of us.
Everyone in this room think
they're on the way to somewhere better.
But I have not seen one dream come true on Christopher Street, baby.
Not one.
And my dream has always been
to have this shade of red, and, bitches, I got it.
Look, there's nothing we can do
if we don't have the documents from your folks, Mr. Winters.
But I'm still admitted, right? So...
Yeah, I can hold your place until June, July, maybe, but after that...
I mean, there's kids on the waiting list, right?
May I ask why you're incomplete?
I had to leave early for personal reasons.
Look, when a kid comes into my office in this situation,
I say do everything you can to graduate.
The city of New York will let you do it here, at night, for free,
right here at the college.
Night school?
And then you can come here in the fall,
scholarship intact, and even have somewhere to live.
Frankie!
Look, I can't have you and half a dozen of underage hustlers here.
Half a dozen?
That seems like the least amount of hustlers you need, Frankie baby.
Now, I know some of your clientele might come in for your watered-down drinks,
but the only cock and tail they stay for, honey, is ours.
Ladies and gentlemen,
please address me as Queen Conga.
Do you like it?
Oh, yeah, no, it's beautiful.
Except, I think I've seen that fabric before, Queen Conga.
But where?
Oh, country mouth is learning how to talk like a city girl.
Sure is.
It's impolite to keep her majesty waiting.
Come on, Frankie, be a dear.
Follow me, boys. What you waiting for?
It's fun.
Hello, darling.
Two tickets, please.
Look, you gotta sign in. Don't use your real name.
This shithole is run by the mob. They don't got a liquor license.
What do you mean, this place is run by the mob?
Listen, bitch, don't you know that selling alcohol to us sexual deviants is illegal?
That's why these greasy fucktards and bastards
run almost all the gay bars in the Village.
Nobody likes you, baby, lest they got the drugs.
There's no police.
- Smart, smart businessmen. - Yeah, very smart indeed.
I don't wanna know how much you all spend a week paying off the cops, too.
Thanks, Ray.
Voila!
Here, it'll make you feel good.
This way, Mr. Wayne.
Looking for me, Ray?
You see, now this is what we need more of around here...
all-American kids, clean-cut kids, not gutter trash like you, Ramona.
- What's your name, kid? - I'm Danny.
Danny.
- Such a nice name. - Leave him alone, Ed.
Just a second.
Danny.
Look, whatever you do, just avoid that guy, okay?
He used to be a wrestler.
Now he's into pimping out little boys like you.
- Fool, you listening to me? - Yeah, I heard you.
They don't call him the Skull for no reason.
Skull, right, right, right.
Come on.
Esther, two sunshines.
Hello, Danny Dear!
What do you think of this nasty little gay place?
- Cute, isn't it? - Yeah.
You're lucky, people in New York like a straight-looking boy like you.
You can do very well down here.
I need to go to the ladies' room.
No.
Don't drink the nasty blue shit.
They don't have running water.
Boy'd be getting hepatitis.
They don't have running water?
Stick to beer. It's in a bottle.
You got a quarter, Mama?
Only for you, honey.
Light me up!
Do you like my shoes, darling?
They were on sale at Lord & Taylor.
Take this, freshly cleaned and only smells of me.
You wanna change?
No, I'm okay, thank you.
Forget it.
Come on, Danny, dance with me.
- Dance with me! - Ray, I don't want to dance.
What, are you ashamed to dance with me?
No, I just don't feel like dancing, okay?
Okay, but maybe later.
What the fuck?
- Hey. - Hi.
I'm Trevor.
I'm Danny.
You know, you look like you need a little rescuing.
Maybe just a little.
So... this particular shithole
does not look like Danny's natural habitat.
Now that is a very interesting picture.
If I were to ask you to dance with me...
despite this being a particular shithole,
what would you say?
No, really, I... I'm... I am a terrible dancer.
I mean, my little sister... she's always telling me
I dance like Frankenstein's monster.
Come on, Danny.
Okay.
All right.
What's wrong? Why you so sad?
Who's that guy?
His name is Trevor. He's very political.
And he clearly has money.
Maybe your Danny Boy has found his way without your help after all.
So if you hate this place so much, what are you doing here?
I'm writing an article about the Stonewall.
You're a writer?
No, I'm a member of the Mattachine Society.
What's that?
We're an organization that fights for gay rights.
Take Stonewall, for example.
You know it's run by crooks who rip off and poison gay men.
We deserve the right to own our own clubs.
Just relax.
- All right, it's a raid! - Oh, fuck.
Let's go, up against the wall.
Come on, get back.
You know the drill, huh?
IDs, please!
Get in a line up against the walls.
This will all be over in a second.
They only arrest the trannies. There's a three article of clothing rule.
They're also going to arrest the dykes because they're wearing men's clothes.
This is what we're fighting against, this bullshit.
No, no, you stay right there, okay?
You should come to one of our meetings, around the corner on Christopher Street.
- I'll be seeing you, Danny. - Let's see some IDs here.
Ray, Ray!
If any of you lily law girls want to dance, well, here I am!
Ten cents a dance!
But for our men in uniform...
Outta here, come on.
- Shut up. - Tonight is free.
Tonight is free!
Hey, ain't your mother never teach you no respect?
Jesus, God.
What a fucking disgrace you are.
More than you?
I know y'all pigs get paid off every time you raid this place.
I've probably paid for all your kids' Christmas presents.
Oh, Jesus Christ. Fuck, man!
You fucking mention my kids, huh?
Officer!
Well... mister,
I actually only have...
one item of clothing.
I made it myself!
Isn't it gorgeous?
Get this bitch out of my sight.
Get your hands off me!
I want everybody's ID or everybody's cuffed.
I want some ID right now.
Get outta here. I want some ID!
Fuck, Danny!
- Ray! - Danny.
- You want to go too? - Okay, okay.
Be gentle!
Fairy queens of Sheridan Square are here.
- Just my fucking luck. - Hi, Sam.
No sign of Murphy.
Somebody tipped him off.
Maybe.
Who's that guy?
Fields? Desk sergeant out of the 6th.
He's a good man.
Is he?
Well, that would be a new one because the information I have
is the whole fucking precinct is rotten.
Keep an eye on him.
- Here. - Thanks.
- Why are they doing this? - I don't know, Sam.
But it's getting very, very predictable.
What else is there but to enjoy the parade, right?
Enjoy it? I can't get arrested.
I have kids. I have a husband.
Fuck, you don't know what you're fucking talking about.
Sir, sir, what precinct are they going to?
Sir?
Jesus Christ!
- Fuck off! - Get off of me!
Hi, mommy.
- You okay? - Jesus, Jack, we do the raids.
This is our...
This is our gig.
Who's this Pine anyway?
Look, he's new. He's a total straight arrow.
Yeah, just our luck, huh?
Hey, hey, that's my lipstick!
Get your pig hands off my lipstick, motherfucker!
It ain't no deadly fucking weapon, bitch.
Can you spare a cigarette for a lady?
Start with this one.
Interpol has asked us to look into the Stonewall.
This dump?
Yeah, apparently some bonds disappeared from the Federal Depository.
Then they appeared somewhere in Europe.
Interpol thinks that Ed's got some of those nelly Wall Street boys
who hang out here by the balls, and he's squeezing them.
It's a fucking sewer, and you're up to your neck in it, Walt.
Don't blow smoke in my face.
Look, you cooperate with me, you'll be out of here in a few minutes.
That's new.
- I need to know about Ed Murphy. - Who?
Hey, you know exactly who I'm talking about.
- Has he asked you to be bait? - Bait, like for fishing?
Can we skip the cute part?
You know what happens to kids that play dumb?
What?
You know this kid?
No.
Justin Blake, 17 years old from Port Jefferson, Long Island.
A frequent customer at the Stonewall,
and a very desirable piece of hustler ass, wouldn't you say?
What happened to him?
This.
Now, we think that's Ed Murphy's handiwork.
One of the tricks he was running out of the bar.
So what do you need me for? Go get him.
- What do you know about this? - I told you, I don't know nothing.
You're fucking lying to me, because I can see it in your eyes.
What are you protecting?
This guy is a piece of shit. He kills kids.
Help me. Help me, please.
What the fuck is wrong with you people?
Are all of you just stupid? Is that part of being gay?
No, but getting fucked up by the cops sure seems to be.
I know. I'm sorry.
You can go.
Here's my card.
If you decide to remember anything.
Go.
Oh, no, I'm not talking to you at all.
I just waited up all night for you.
Oh, she waited all night. How Cinder-fucking-rella!
What have I done?
You danced with that guy.
Don't think I don't know everything about him.
His name is Trevor, and he likes to impress
little boys like you with his politics, when all he really wants to do is fuck you.
God, are you jealous?
- Oh, please! - Come on!
He's so smooth. He's so smart.
You know what I learned about smart people?
They care about one thing... themselves.
Hey, come on. I'm sorry I danced with him, all right?
- Yeah. - How about I buy us breakfast?
We'll go to Big Daddy's. Look, I got more than $5 left.
I never noticed you were such a rich man.
You can have whatever you want.
Baby, you know that's not true.
But it's sweet that they raise boys in Kansas to be such gentlemen.
Yeah, right. Yeah, in Kansas they do, right.
You do know who the most important person in Kansas is now?
Dorothy. Dorothy Gale.
From the Wizard of Oz?
Jesus, you don't know nothing, do you?
So, we will be meeting here three nights a week, same time,
and at the end of this, you will receive three credits towards your diploma.
If you should miss three classes, you will be automatically failed.
Any questions?
Hey, Lee.
Who's that?
He... He wants you.
What, what do you mean?
Well, he fancies you, man.
He's one of my regulars.
Didn't you say you were out of cash?
Here's your chance.
- Come on, man. - Oh, no, man, no.
Come on, that's not my...
- I don't do that, man. - Look, his name is Jack.
He's an accountant with a wife and a bunch of kids, all right?
Now, I told him that you're new and that it's going to be $25,
but he's going to try to get you to settle for less.
Just don't let that happen, okay?
- 25? - Yeah, man.
He's just going to suck you off. That's it.
Look, it's nothing, okay, just go!
Have fun, man.
Hey, I'm Danny.
Nice to meet you. I'm Jack.
Jack, do you think maybe I could have my money first, please?
- Your money? - Yeah.
Oh, yeah, sure.
- It was 15, right? - No, Lee said 25.
Thanks.
Hey, Danny.
Here.
Still hanging out with your little street gang, huh?
What have you got against them?
Nothing, it's just...
you don't seem like the type of guy
who wants to hang out at the Stonewall and turn tricks with your girlfriends.
You know, wearing red lipstick, nail polish.
Well, that's because red's not my color.
They've been better friends to me than most of the people
I thought were my friends my whole life.
That's 'cause you didn't have the right friends.
Come to the meeting.
We got shitty coffee, crappy cookies.
Ray?
Oh Jesus, what happened?
Who did this to you?
What do you mean, "Who did this?"
If you're lucky, they pay you for it.
Stop tricking, Ray.
And then what?
What?
Tell me!
You want to know where home is for me, Danny?
Nowhere.
There is no home.
There is no family, Danny.
All there is...
is some guy in fucking SingSing
who might be my dad.
And I don't know where my mom is.
My sister, she's in foster care.
And I got a dead grandma in Ponce.
Happy fucking family.
What the fuck am I supposed to do, Danny?
Nobody wants me!
Nobody, not even you!
I don't have anything!
So what?
So what if I fucking get beat up every now and then?
Who the fuck doesn't?
A faggot is always gonna get beat up, Danny, even you.
Either from another faggot,
or from a cop,
or from a trick who's got something to prove.
No big deal.
Maybe I can look, you know?
- What? - Maybe I can look.
See if I can find us something better.
Why do you care?
Because you're my friend.
What?
'Cause you're my friend.
I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry. - Come here.
Come here.
Oh, be careful.
Tighter.
- Wake up. - What? What?
So, did he give this to you?
No, some other guy gave it to me.
Why are you lying to me?
What?
Oh, give it a rest, Ray, please.
You know, Danny...
you're turning out to be a real New York cocksucker.
Learning how to lie before you even get dressed!
What the fuck was that?
More and more, we are seeing that homosexuals
will no longer tolerate discrimination.
People will recognize that gay is good.
The American people will start to understand
that firing us for being gay is just plain wrong.
And that is the day we are working for.
But we have to fight in a peaceful way,
and resist the radicalism
that I see starting to take hold in some quarters.
Don't forget, wearing a suit and tie
will make them understand you're just like them.
That's how we win.
With the new appointments to the court,
we're pretty optimistic that the right action in the right jurisdiction
might actually get us a little closer to where we want to go.
Excuse me. Do you mind if I ask you a quick question?
Not at all.
You're an astronomer, right?
By training, yes, I am.
I'm actually going to Columbia in the fall.
I was hoping to do the same thing, and, you know, maybe end up at NASA.
I was wondering if you might have some advice, or...
They fired me.
You can't be a homosexual and work for the government.
You're gonna have to find something else.
We're not there yet, I'm sad to say. Sorry.
But we will be.
It's a long journey, a long road.
Right.
Thank you, sir. Thank you.
Hey, Danny.
- Thanks for coming. - Yeah. It was great.
I mean, aside from being told that what I want to be in life
isn't available to me because I'm gay, sure.
That's what we're trying to change.
People like Frank Kameny have been fighting this battle for years.
No one has done as much for our cause as he has.
What, by wearing a suit and tie?
Come on. Is that really what you want?
What, to blend in? I mean, we are different, right?
You know, I'm beginning to realize just how different we really are.
Yeah? Like wearing a dress and prancing up and down Christopher Street?
Hey, it takes a lot more balls to wear a dress than it does a suit and tie.
What would you have me do, huh?
Be a fucking florist, or a decorator?
Come on.
What, are these the options open to me?
Of course not.
You know, I'm getting to really feel like...
like I just want to break something, you know?
Me too.
But you're not gonna, are you?
Ever?
Look, why don't you let me buy you some dinner?
I don't know about you, but I'm starving.
Come on.
My folks are liberals.
Or maybe I just outwitted them.
You outwitted them? What did you tell them?
Let me get this straight. Your version
of fairness and equality ends with who you sleep with?
That's nuts. So every family dinner,
I just threw it at them until they surrendered.
That's how you do it... with words.
Wow. I mean, my family is like, you'll turn into a pillar of salt.
Danny, you can't let them shame you.
I miss them so much. Especially my little sister.
All of that just taken away from me because I got caught.
With some guy?
No. No, not some guy.
I'd known Joe my whole life.
I was in love with him.
You know, when we got busted, he just...
Turned his back on you.
Yeah, and you left.
Why didn't you fight back?
Do you know anything about life in a small town,
and what happens to you when you suddenly become disgusting?
You will never be disgusting.
And I really want to know everything.
Everything about you.
- Hey. - Hey.
I don't want you to go.
Look, I know this is sudden...
but you need a safe place to stay.
Why don't you just stay here? With me?
You know, for a little while.
You still drunk, or are you just talking shit?
No.
You can get a job, start paying me some rent so it doesn't feel weird.
Look, Danny, something happened to me when I saw you at the Stonewall.
I kind of fell into deep water.
So stay, okay?
Winters' residence.
Danny?
Are you still in New York?
Yes, Mom. Look, I called for Phoebe, okay?
Are you all right?
I pray for you, every day.
I don't need you to pray for me, Mom.
I need you to sign my goddamn scholarship application
and send it in, all right? That would be a lot better than prayers.
Look, can you just...
Can you please just get Phoebs, all right?
Phoebe, it's Danny on the phone.
Danny, Danny! Hold on.
Got it?
Trevor Nichols.
- Okay, got it. - So how's it going, Phoebs?
Mom and Dad are fighting every day.
I stopped talking to either one of them.
I just can't wait to get outta here. I miss you so much.
Hey, have you met Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis yet?
- Or Andy Warhol? - Yeah, no.
We have lunch every other day, stupid.
Look what the cat dragged in.
Hey, guys.
So I just want to tell you all that I've... I've got a place.
Or somewhere, you know, to live for a little bit.
- Where? - It's at Trevor's place.
Honey, honey, me, oh, my!
Columbia's leaving us for good.
Danny Boy's found himself a nice, rich, smart sugar daddy.
Look, you only been here for, like, what, two months, right?
Damn! A quick learner, right, girls? Maybe you could teach me a trick or two.
- Why are you such an asshole? - No! I'm proud!
Baby, you played it right, moving your little country-boy ass indoors.
And what's wrong with that, huh?
What, like your life is so great, Ray?
Getting beat up all the time and blowing guys in doorways?
Yeah. A life of excitement, baby.
You know, the last time I saw you, you were begging me to get out of this life.
Let me tell you something.
The difference between us... I don't have a choice.
And you just wanted a little time slumming in the streets.
What, so tricking was just an adventure in your story?
I know what this is. This is a little funny story about Ray.
And Lee, and Paul, and Cong, and Annie!
Funny fucking story, isn't it?
Let's go.
Hey!
I guess I need my stuff.
- Are you sure about that? - Yeah, I'm sure!
I can't sit in the park like you all day, watching the world go by, can I?
I'm sorry. I didn't mean that.
- That was rude. I'm sorry. - Yes.
But like a lot of rude things, very, very true.
You were in the navy?
South Pacific.
I was 18.
You had to be a total dick not to serve in that one.
But Vietnam... wouldn't go near it.
Oh, thanks.
Yeah, I thought about enlisting when my parents kicked me out.
- You know, just to spite them. - You're damn lucky you didn't.
Look, Ray started tricking in Times Square when he was 12.
This isn't him being mean to you. He just loves you is all.
And love isn't always pretty.
- They should put that on a poster. - He'll get over it.
Eventually.
Every guy has to get over being in love with someone who can't love him back.
What makes you so sure that's what it is?
I know the look.
He just needs friends, is all.
And if he can stick the endless goddamn abuse,
he'll be there for you, Danny.
Hi.
Hey.
And he is?
Danny, Terry. Terry, Danny.
- Hi. - Hi.
Staying for dinner? I'm making spaghetti and meatballs.
- Hi. - Wait. Sorry.
- You... You guys live together? - Yeah.
Haven't killed each other yet, even though this is a storage facility
for every street kid below 14th Street.
And he loves you a lot more than he loves me.
Yep, sure do.
- 'Cause you're so square. - How long have you...
Put up with this bullshit? Almost four years.
Stay for dinner. We love company.
That just sounds just great, but I gotta be somewhere.
Thanks, Bob.
- It was real nice meeting you. - Nice meeting you, too.
Judy Garland entertained an entire generation of Americans,
but sadly, she's dead at the age of 47.
Her body will be flown from London to New York...
- Hey! - ...for a funeral Friday.
Guess what? Your boyfriend's working at the Italian grocery store.
- How do you know that? - 'Cause we saw him there.
Baby, you want a plum?
So. you got a lady's stocking in a size one, or is that on the other floor, miss?
No? All right. What about a Puerto Rican Coco Blanco bar?
What do you want, Ray?
I just...
I just need a pack of cigarettes, Danny.
Look, I wouldn't ask. I'm sorry. It's an emergency.
Ray, I've had this job for two weeks, all right?
Danny, Judy just died.
Judy who?
Garland.
- Oh, shit. I'm sorry. - In London.
They're flying her body over to Frank's Mortuary on the Upper East Side.
I mean, I'm going... I'm going to go pay my respect, and...
I'm sorry, man.
You won't even give me a pack of cigarettes?
Look, Ray, I cannot lose this job, all right?
I got rent and stuff to pay now. Okay?
Oh, come on.
You just gonna walk away from me like that?
It's people like you, Danny, who misunderstood Judy.
You know, and you misunderstand people like me, but that's okay.
That's okay. Don't worry about it.
Go pay your rent. Talk to your boyfriend.
Do what you got to do. Forget it.
Have a nice one.
Hey!
Wait there.
Sorry, sir. Can I get a pack of Dorals, please?
- There you go. - Thanks.
Can I please get menthols?
I'm really stressed out. I...
A pack of menthol, please?
Thank you.
Thank you. I...
I miss you guys, okay?
Really?
Of course I do.
Good!
Hey, Trevor, I got a letter from Phoebe!
And there's also some stuff here for you.
From a bank or something.
Hey, Trevor.
Her transition into adulthood was troubled.
Despite being loved by generations,
she lived a difficult and often tormented life,
struggling with emotional problems, and drug addiction.
Miss Garland was hoping to stage a comeback
and regain her happiness and stardom,
but unfortunately, now, that will never happen.
Hey Stevie, can I get a beer?
Oh, it's so hot.
Well, hello, hello.
Well, hello yourself.
So we are going dancing after all.
Yeah, one day, all right? You just keep trying.
You owe me the first dance.
Everything okay, hon?
Yeah. Yeah, fine.
Give me a minute.
Danny!
- Daniel! - What?
I'm sorry. I bit off more than I could chew.
- Look, it was a mistake to... - To what?
What, to lie to me?
God, you know, you're just a lot of fucking words.
You know that?
God, I hate this fucking city!
Stupid fucking...
- Go. Business. - Say, Bob?
Bob, have you seen Ray?
- No. You okay? - Yeah.
Want me to take care of that for you?
Listen, could you...
When you see him, could you tell Ray I said good-bye, and thank you.
You too. You know, you've both been...
- You've both been real nice. - Where you gonna go?
Fucking army's looking pretty good right now.
Don't do anything stupid, Danny.
He might be over at Big Daddy's.
Come on.
- Hey! - What?
What... What... No, no!
Shut up!
Danny. Hey!
Hey!
Wait here.
Relax, kid.
This is Danny.
He's exactly what you gents were asking for.
It's not like you ain't done this before, kid.
Just do whatever they ask.
Please, have a seat.
Let's have some music, shall we?
Would you like something to drink?
Campari.
Hey. What did you do with him?
Get the fuck outta here.
Oh, but I know all about you and little Georgina Vee.
I mean, George Vasquez.
Maybe I should spread the news.
See what happens.
A faggot club owner, and the driver for the mob.
I give it a day.
I see you've been given a drink.
Good.
Danny, right?
A nice American name.
Like Scott or Justin.
I... I wish I could live in New York, but my work...
I have to tell you, my work's very hard.
Leaves very little time for pleasure.
I was in the bedroom watching the Lucy Show,
and she was struggling so hard
to put the candies in the box.
I understood. I understood that metaphor, because that's me.
I'm always working so hard putting the candies in the box.
Do you know the Bible, Danny?
Anything from the New Testament?
Yeah.
The Book of John.
Yeah.
"You are my friends if you do what I command of you."
John 15:14.
And I am a good friend, Danny.
I am a very good friend
to nice young boys.
- We have to leave. - I can't go like this.
Danny! Danny!
- What the fuck are you doing here? - What, you didn't know she was a fireman?
Shut up. Stop kidding around. Just get me outta here, all right?
Come on. This way.
Taxi! Taxi!
Hey! Hey!
Christopher Street, Sheridan Square.
- Why can't he fucking go away? - This will not go away, Danny.
- We gotta make a deal with him. - You're gonna make a deal with that...
- How do you wanna do that? - I'll handle it, okay?
How long have they been in there?
- About half an hour. - Half an hour. Should I be worried?
Nah. Those girls are vice cops. They can handle themselves.
Keep it.
- Frankie! - There's that kid.
Where is he? Where is he?
- Think he's in the back. - Okay, you bitches, stay here, all right?
I got a call about a fire alarm.
And you running out
like some thief in the night.
You go back there, and you finish that fucking trick.
- He's not going back there, Ed. - What the fuck is this, hustler love?
Why do all you guys got to be such romantics?
How about I go to the cops and I tell them you were the last person with Justin?
'Cause that would be the dumbest fucking idea you ever had...
and probably your last.
All I'm saying is, let Danny go.
Everybody knows, Ed. The cops are onto you.
- They can't lay a finger on me. - Hey, come on. Get off...
Now you pay close attention to me.
You get your faggoty ass, and you get back to that fucking trick.
He likes you. You're lucky.
- Let's do this. - All units, we're moving in.
Let's go. Let's go, out of the way.
Police. We're taking the place.
- But you guys did us a couple days ago. - I'm aware. That was the 6th.
I don't take payoffs. I'm morals.
Why do I get the impression you just don't fucking get it?
All right! This is a raid!
All right, let's go! Up against the walls!
Ed, raid.
We just had a fucking raid.
Where the fuck is the backdoor key?
I'm not finished with you fucking faggots.
- Let's go. - Get out your false IDs.
- Come on, ladies. I don't have all day. - I got that.
- Give me some ID. Come on. - Hey. You okay?
- You okay? - Yeah, come on. Let's get outta here.
Get out your IDs. Let's go!
All right, girls. Let's see some ID.
- Come on, open up those wallets. - Well, look who it is.
The elusive, untouchable Mr. Murphy.
- Guess what? You're under arrest. - Really?
- What are the charges? - You really want me
to go through all of them with you right now...
- Yes, I would like that, yeah. - ...in front of these nice people, really?
I don't have the fucking time. Put up your arms.
- Right there. Stand next to him. - Come on!
- Come on. - You're hurting me, handsome.
Not so rough, mister!
Hey, Miller, stop.
Jack, handcuff these two together.
- Really? - Yeah.
What the fuck you doing, trying to be a hero or something?
Just shut up, okay?
Mr. Murphy! Some girls look good in Chanel,
but you look perfect in a pair of nice, shiny handcuffs.
- Shut the fuck up, will you? - Let's go. Get outta here.
- All right, ladies. Let's go, come on. - I said, not so rough!
Come on, let's go. You got IDs, you can leave.
You can go.
Hello, hello!
Our lovely Annie, dressed from the Raggedy Ann collection!
Work the runway, girl.
What a fucking circus.
And Paul in a fabulous suit by Givenchy.
Next up, Queen Conga coming to the rescue in her black panther day look.
Work the runway, Mama.
Little Lee Boy up in his Jimmy Dean trés-boy realness!
And last, our Danny Boy,
straight off the runway from the Ken doll summer line,
available only at Boy Toys "R" Us.
- It looks like you're going down, Eddie. - Thought I told you to shut the fuck up.
All right. Put them inside.
Back up. This is an unlawful assembly.
You will all be arrested. Back up.
- Marsha, we love you, darling! - Go home.
- You stay here, we're gonna arrest you. - What's going on?
Another raid.
Who's the lucky lady?
Go home.
- Turn around and go home. - Get your fucking hands off of me!
Fuck off! Fuck you!
No! Fuck off!
Fuck off! Don't touch me! No!
No! No!
Fuck... Fuck off!
Get your fucking hands off of me!
Hey, hey!
- Come here! - No! No!
Why are you all just standing there? Fucking help me!
Go, go, go!
Follow me.
Go.
All right, everybody. Back up. Move away from the car
- Let me out! - Hey!
Are you taking me on a date, Mr. Murphy?
Taxi!
Hey! Hey! Murphy's getting away!
Get away from the car!
Hey, Ray! Ray, Murphy's getting away!
Stop! Stop!
- Back off and... - Did you see that?
Why wouldn't you do anything?
- What's going on out there? - Murphy got away.
You just took him out of here and put him in a fucking paddy wagon.
- What happened? - Guess you're right.
Guess he's got the 6th in their pocket. You gotta take a look outside.
- Every fag in New York is out there. - Jesus fucking Christ!
Why won't you do anything?
You fucks!
Look at these asses. They're all the fucking same.
- Where'd all these people come from? - I told you.
This is gonna get out of hand really fast. You mean the 6th just fucking left?
- I've had it with this bullshit. - Oh, no, no, no!
- I've had it! - No! You're gonna make it worse!
How can it get worse? This was the mob, and those fucking moneygrabbing pigs!
A society hating and oppressing us for being gay!
And still want to be polite?
'Cause it's gonna take away your precious fucking scholarship if you get arrested?
Come on!
Danny?
What are you doing?
No, that's not the way, Danny.
No, Trevor, it's the only way!
Gay power!
Come on!
Gay power!
- No, no! Hey, hey! - Gay power!
Get back! Get back!
Everybody inside!
Inside! Back inside!
Welcome to the fucking club, man!
- Gay power! - Gay power!
Hey, put that jukebox against the doors.
- Cut the phone lines. Jack. - Yeah?
Radio. This is Seymour Pine.
We have an emergency situation. Do you copy?
We are 1041. 1041. Do you copy?
Shit! Okay.
We need to find a way outta here. Maybe in the back.
Find a phone. Get us backup. Call TPF. Go.
All right. I need these kids over here. Everybody in the back.
Over here.
Come on, girls! Help me!
I got an idea. Come on.
Sir, she got through the window. TPF should be on the way.
Push that back!
Keep that shut!
There will be no shooting unless I shoot first. You got it?
Oh, shit! There we go.
Guys, let's go!
Christ, I hope they're not gonna burn some old lady's house down.
- That'll set us back years. - Would it, though?
They're not like us, Trevor.
These kids have nothing left to lose.
Let's organize a meeting for tomorrow.
Great idea.
Get away from the window! Jesus!
What the fuck?
It's like a campfire.
Look for a fire extinguisher!
Fuck!
Keep the doors shut!
There's people in here, you fucks!
This is not the way I was planning to die. Can you imagine the headlines?
"New York City Cops Killed by a Screaming Mob of Homosexuals."
Oh, shit!
All right, people. Back up.
Drop your bricks, and your stones, and your bottles, and back the hell up.
Go home.
If you stay here, we're gonna arrest you.
Hey, girls, line up!
Line up, girls! Come on! Line up!
One, two, three.
We are the baddest girls We wear our hair in curls
We wear no underwear We show our pubic hair
We are the baddest girls We wear our hair in curls
We wear no underwear We show our pubic hair
We are the baddest girls We wear our hair in curls
I cannot believe what I'm looking at right now.
We show our pubic hair
All right boys, move in.
Back off. Back off.
This is an unlawful assembly.
Back off.
I repeat, if you stay here, you"I be arrested.
Go home.
Paul, get the fuck out of there!
Go, go, go! Let's get the fuck out of here!
We okay?
Yeah, we're okay.
Open that.
Where the fuck have you guys been?
Hey, you wait here.
Auntie, darling, I need your help.
Thank you very much.
You know what, Mr. Murphy? You're done.
You think?
One night of faggy temper tantrums in the Village changes anything?
I can't wait to watch you figure it all out, honey.
Just don't call me "honey," you freak.
Oh, shit!
Ray!
Ray, Ray!
You fucking pigs, you fucking pigs!
You lily pig! Everybody, help him!
We've got our civil rights, we've got our civil rights!
Come on!
Why don't you start by handing them out?
Okay.
Thanks.
Here you go.
Let me see it.
"Do you think homosexuals are revolting?"
You bet your sweet ass we are!
Guess who wrote this piece of shit?
- Oh. - Danny's man Trevor.
We out fighting, and this motherfucker's home making flyers.
Oh, Mary, he's called for a meeting.
Free sandwiches!
He's a brave man, your boyfriend.
Yeah, well, he's not my boyfriend.
- God! - The attitude!
Wait! I'm sorry! Look, I'm sorry!
No, you're right, he's all talk, and talk is cheap.
You know, maybe you'll figure that out one day.
Danny, don't go... Where you going?
I don't know, Ray!
Danny, I guess, everything is different now.
Things are changing.
Like, we cou... we could really get a place.
I could get a real job. Screw this!
Ray, come on.
Don't you understand?
No. I mean, what am I supposed to understand?
That I can't love you.
You and me...
I mean, "different" isn't even the word.
Danny, you don't think I know that?
I know.
I'm sorry, but I'm too mad to love anyone right now.
This... all this is so new to me,
but, you know, I like being mad.
I like not being the nice kid, and last night felt so good.
You're always going to be the nice kid. You know that, right?
You can't help it.
Fuck you.
Thank you for showing me New York.
You'll always be my sister.
Yeah, my brick throwing sister.
I didn't know they made farm boys from Kansas
that could throw like that.
Yeah, right, in Kansas.
I'll see you around, Ray.
Hi, Sarah.
Is Joe home?
Danny.
Why don't you come inside. He's in the garage.
Hi, Mrs. Altman.
Hello, Danny.
Joe's outside.
How's New York treating you?
It was good. It's weird.
I just finished my first year at Columbia.
That's what you always wanted.
Yeah, I guess.
Why'd you come here, Danny?
I don't know. Just...
Guess I just wanted you to know that...
I really did love you.
Maybe I still do.
Danny.
I'm married.
Yeah.
I'm going to have a baby.
I don't know what it was, what we had.
Maybe it was kind of like love.
Danny, whatever we...
I'm not like you.
If I'd known you'd hold onto it like this, I...
I just think you should leave.
Okay.
Hey.
I'm sorry, Danny.
How's the book, Phoebs?
- Danny! - Hey, come on.
I've missed you.
Wait!
If you didn't bring me Andy Warhol's autograph,
you can just leave right now.
Oh, really? What is it with you and Andy Warhol, huh?
What is it?
He is the opposite of this.
Hello, Danny.
I thought you and your sister might be thirsty.
Thanks, Mom.
And thank you for sending me my papers.
I never would have got my scholarship without them.
Thank you for writing.
Are you happy?
More than I was.
Well, okay.
I'll leave you to be with Phoebe.
I don't go to church with them anymore.
No?
You got me out of that.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
How's that?
Well, I told them that their behavior
was not at all Christian towards you
and that I was disappointed in them.
They're doing the best they can.
That's what they say about anyone who's not good enough.
So...
So?
Do you have a boyfriend?
No.
I'm just asking.
But I do have friends, good friends.
Wayne Mortal in my class is gay.
He told me, and only me.
Because he knows all about you.
Oh, yeah?
So I'm famous now?
Why'd you come back, Danny?
I had some unfinished business, I guess.
Hey, and to see you, stupid.
Huh? Why else would I come back? Huh?
Hey, so we're having a parade in Manhattan next month,
to commemorate the fighting.
We're going to go all the way uptown from the Village,
right up to Central Park.
And they're going to call it the Gay Liberation March.
Okay. I'm coming.
I'll take the train.
You know they're not going to let you go, right?
I don't know.
They're trying not to make the same mistakes with me as they made with you.
Hey, hey.
I have to go, Phoebs.
I can't miss my bus.
I love you.
Say hi to your friends for me, okay?
If that isn't Danny Winters.
Well, hey, sister.
You know you could bring your country ass downtown more often, right?
Yeah, I know.
Look what I found!
Well, look who it is. How you doing?
- And how are you doing, huh? - Same old, same old.
Yeah, well, you got yourself some new clothes, so it can't be all that bad.
Well, we had to dress up because today's a special day.
- How's school, Columbia? - It's great.
- It's really great. - Good.
All right, people, let's get the show on the road!
Okay, bitches, you heard the man.
Let's face New York fucking City!
Out of the closets, into the streets!
Out of the closets, into the streets...