It is only a question of time.
We could all be dead before you do anything.
You want my data? You want my ideas?
You want my patients? Take them!
Just do something with them!
You're fucking right! I am...
imprecise and unfocused and you are all idiots!
Did you organize that picketing of the mayor?
Yes.
- And the signs? - Yes.
And your next play is about a First Lady
- who gave the best blow jobs in Hollywood. - Yes.
- This place is perfect for our new office. - Yes.
So tidy.
Here.
I got him.
Come on. Let's get you back to bed.
Okay.
Here you go.
Estelle made you some stuffed cabbage for later.
There's this new drug in Paris.
Kessler's lover is flying out to get it.
Here it is. HPA-23.
Ned.
- He looks awful - You this is anything
or is it just another shit drug like all the rest?
I think you need to prepare yourself for letting go.
You can't stop fighting for the ones you love.
Haven't you ever had to fight for somebody you love?
Tommy. You gotta start putting yourself out there
in a way that everyone else could see what I see.
What kind of a fucked-up love scene is this?
Yes?
Yes, ma'am?
4:30 tomorrow?
Yes, ma'am.
The fucking White House.
Fuck the mayor. I've just been invited to the White House.
They're gonna do something!
Oh, just so I understand,
what exactly does your title mean
in terms of our plague?
We prefer not to use negative terms. It only scares people.
Well, there's 3,339 cases so far.
1,122 dead.
Sounds like a plague to me. I'm scared.
Aren't you?
What does your title mean again?
I come up with ideas for the president
about what he ought to be doing and not doing.
Okay, good. Got it.
So, the money's there, right? It just hasn't been spent.
So there's this new drug in France.
Why doesn't the N.I.H. study it?
I mean, what I want, what we want, what we desperately need
is for somebody to help us cut through all this red tape.
I can asure you that not a week goes by
that I don't bring new information and reports to the president.
The progress that's been made on this disease
- is unprecedented. - But it's contagious.
Can't you see that because it's contagious,
you... you have to work faster?
Do you really believe that anybody
in a serious public policy position in their heart of hearts
or even in their most closeted meetings
says to each other, "Hey, guys,
let's not get too upset about this"?
Yes, your boss hasn't said the word "AIDS" out loud.
Answer me this one question.
This shit, can... can hookers get it?
Or, you know, someone who had a one-night stand?
- Of course. - You can't prove that.
I mean, from what I understand, what I've read,
female-to-male transmissions through normal
vaginal intercourse does not seem to be very efficient.
It's a virus, y it doesn't discriminate.
Yes, but...
it's very difficult. Isn't it?
It's almost impossible for a straight, you know,
regular heterosexual guy to get it, am I right?
- I'm sorry? - There's no documented cases, am I right?
There's not a single documented case
of a heterosexual man getting it?
Not from fucking or a blow job?
I don't have that information.
Great, that's what I thought.
Susan, call my meeting.
I'll be about 15 minutes late. Thanks.
- Thank you so much. - Wait, please.
- Call me anytime. - Sir. Wait.
100 million predicted
and nobody is paying any attention!
Hi, I need security on the second floor.
Why you sitting on the floor?
I fell down trying to get from there to here.
Oh, don't touch me! God.
I hate it when you look at me.
You hungry? I'm hungry, how about you?
I looked in all my datebooks.
No one else I slept with is sick.
Maybe you're the carrier.
We don't have to do this to each other.
You're gonna get better, Felix. You are.
Emma says the N.I.H. is finally starting research.
- We have to hope. - Oh, do we?
- Yes, we do. - Do we? And how am I supposed to do that?
Huh?
Stop eating that shit!
- Give it to me. - No!
You know how important it is to watch your nutrition.
I have a life expectancy of 10 more minutes.
I'll eat what I wanna eat.
Ned.
It's getting messier. Okay?
I don't wanna make you see it.
Nobody can make me do anything.
You should know that better than anybody.
Now you gonna sit there on the floor for the rest of your life?
- Do you hear me? - Do you hear me?
- No! - No?
I've had over 40 treatments. No?
I've had three... no, four different kinds of chemo. No!
I've had three different experimentals.
Emma has spent more time on me than anyone else.
And it hasn't done a thing!
You cannot force the goddamn sun to come out!
I am so sick of fighting
and everybody's stupidity
and blindness and guilt trips.
You can't eat the food? Don't eat the food.
I don't care. Take your poison, I don't care.
Fish is good for you.
Don't want any of that, do we?
No green salad!
No broccoli! No vegetables!
No bread with seven grain!
Why would anyone ever want any milk?
You might get some calcium in your bones!
Do you wanna die, Felix?
Die!
Please don't leave me, Felix.
Keep out! Keep out!
Keep out!
Assholes.
Gay Men's Health Crisis.
Thrush is a fungus, yes.
Can you tell him that we'll be picketing there
and not afraid of arrest or police brutality.
- Gay Men's Health Crisis. - That's right.
The mayor has four more hours before we carry out
our threats of civil disobedience if he doesn't meet with us.
Tommy got the call yesterday, Ned.
Why didn't you tell me?!
You see, it works!
- When? When? - Only two can go to the meeting, Ned.
- When? - Tommy's executive director.
I'm going.
- I polled the fucking board, Ned. - I wrote that letter
to the mayor. That meeting is mine.
I am going to go and represent this organization
that I have spent every minute of my life fighting for
and that was started in my living room
or I quit.
You'd let me quit?
The board asked me to read this out loud to you.
- Read what? - A letter.
Ahem.
Go on, read it.
"We are circulating this letter widely among people
of judgment and good sense.
You are on a colossal ego trip we must curtail.
To manipulate fear as you have done repeatedly
is to us, sheer barbarism.
To exploit the deaths of gay men as you have done
on television and in publications all over America
is to us, an act of vandalism.
And after years of liberation,
you helped make sex dirty again for us...
terrible and forbidden.
We are more angry at you
than ever in our lives toward anyone.
We think you want to lead us all.
Well...
we do not want you to lead us.
In accordance with our bylaws as drawn up by Weeks, Frankel,
Levinstein,
Mr. Ned Weeks is hereby removed
as a director of Gay Men's Health Crisis.
We beg that you leave us quietly
and not destroy us and what good work we manage
despite your disapproval.
Effective immediately."
Ned.
The executive director isn't on the board, you know that.
I don't have a vote.
What could... what could I have done?
- You didn't support me. - That's not true.
You're all nothing but undertakers.
This whole organization is a funeral parlor.
Ned... - All you do is take care of the dying.
Who's fighting so the living can go on living?
Who's fighting for my Felix?
Tommy. We need you upstairs.
I belong to a culture that includes Marcel Proust,
Walt Whitman, Tennessee Williams, Alexander the Great,
so many popes and cardinals you wouldn't believe.
Mr. Green Beret, did you know that it was an openly gay Englishman
who's responsible for winning World War II?
His name's Alan Turing and he cracked the Germans' Enigma code.
After the war was over, he committed suicide
because he was so hounded for being gay.
Why didn't they teach any of that in schools?
A gay man is responsible for winning World War II!
If they did, maybe he wouldn't have killed himself
and you wouldn't be so terrified of who you are.
That's how I want to be remembered.
As one of the men who won the war.
Bruce, I know that I am an asshole.
But please don't shut me out.
Go.
Your brother and I are lovers.
I'm dying and I need to make a will.
- Please. - Thank you.
I want to leave everything to Ned.
- How's my brother? - Well, he blames himself for everything
from my dying to the state of the entire world.
All that plus you two still not talking.
You must be as stubborn as he is.
I'll call him right away.
Do. He's at home packing.
We're going to Yale in a few days.
For Gay Week.
He says he can't believe it.
He tried to kill himself there when he was a freshman.
I haven't much...
except for a beautiful piece of land
on the Cape in Wellfleet.
Ned doesn't know about it.
It was to have been a surprise
for when we lived there together
or riding away happily ever after.
I also have an insurance policy,
uh... with the "Times." I'm a reporter...
for "The New York Times."
It's meant to come to my next of kin.
I'm afraid they might not give it to him.
Well, if he's listed as a beneficiary, they must.
You're smarter than that. Don't be so naive.
I assure you, I will fight to make sure that they do.
I was hoping you'd say that.
Felix...
I wish we'd met sooner.
I should be wearing something
You are, honey.
It should... it should be something
Perry Ellis ran up for me personally.
Ned?
You find a way to fight again.
I will.
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey.
Emma. Emma...?
Could we... could we start now, please?
Ahem.
"We are gathered here in the sight of God
to join together these two men.
They love each other
very much and...
want to be married in the presence of their family
and friends.
I see no objection.
Do you, Felix Turner,
- take Ned Weeks..." - Alexander. Yeah.
- "To be your..." - My great true love.
I do.
I do. I do.
I do.
I do. I do.
This is Tommy.
Thanks for letting me know.
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