Looking for Completion - the Looking Movie!

Act II Scene Eight

Twilight on March 1st, Patrick and Kevin are sitting in matching chairs next to each other on the porch of a cottage in Mendocino, sipping beers, staring at the ocean, their hands linked. Patrick turns to Kevin.

Patrick: Did I say Happy Birthday today?

Kevin: About 10 times, and 20 yesterday.

Patrick: Good. I don't want you to think I'd forgotten.

(Kevin smiles)

Kevin: This is fucking amazing. I love this place. This is the best birthday present ever.

Patrick: You're welcome. It is beautiful isn't it. I love the ocean.

Kevin: Maybe we should get a place here. It's not that far to drive on the weekends. We could bring our friends down. What do you think?

(Patrick smiles)

Patrick: I love it. Let's do it. (Patrick turns back to look out at the ocean)

Kevin: There's no where I'd rather be right now, than right here.

Patrick: Not even back in San Francisco, playing golf with dad and Gus?

Kevin: Fuck me. Can you imagine?

Patrick: What a train wreck that would be. Though it's probably better playing for five hours than listening to him talking about golf for two.

(Kevin squeezes Patrick's hand)

Kevin: You tried, though. That's what counts.

Patrick: Yes I did. And he was honest too, which is good. So, we continue as before, treating each other like polite strangers who have a mild interest in each other's lives. Could be worse.

Kevin: You're right. Some people don't even have that.

(Patrick looks at Kevin)

Patrick: I never hear you talking about yourself on the phone with your dad. You're always asking HIM questions. But you never say anything about you, about us.

Kevin: I know. I don't really feel like sharing.

Patrick: That's why you ask questions? So HE can't?

Kevin: I guess. I like to control the conversation. That way, he won't say anything stupid and I won't have to get pissed off. Not that I would anymore, but I suppose I might feel that I should be indignant and angry on behalf of all gay men all over the world, and start some random, pointless fight.

Patrick: He's been quite sweet to me when I've spoken to him on the phone.

Kevin: He never meant anything bad, but he just...you know...overcompensated. He tried to show he was absolutely fine by just incessantly joking about things that you would never want to even talk about with a parent. He always sounded like a real wanker, poor guy.

Patrick: It's funny how you find it easier to talk to your mom who wasn't around for so long, than your dad who stuck around for you.

Kevin: Well, it's definitely better than talking to my dad, but that's because it's never personal since she never really knew who I was and now we live so far apart, she never really will.

Patrick: And that doesn't bother you? That your parents don't know you?

(Kevin shakes his head)

Kevin: I don't want people in my head. I don't like the idea of people knowing what's in my head, what I'm thinking, what I'm feeling. It's private.

Patrick: You don't mind me knowing, though.

(Kevin smiles as he looks at Patrick)

Kevin: No I don't. Much to my continued amazement, I really like the fact that you know everything I think. Everything I feel. I really fucking like it.

Patrick: So do I. I like that I'm that person for you. I really fucking like that.

(Kevin sighs)

Kevin: I wish we could stay here forever. Just you and me, the ocean, this cottage, the fireplace, this porch. It's perfect.

Patrick: I wanted your birthday to be memorable, since you only really get to have a proper one every four years. It is perfect, you're right. And that fireplace... is very... sexy. But...I'm actually quite happy about going home too. I love our life there.

Kevin: Is it home?

(Patrick looks back out at the ocean)

Patrick: It is. Yes. How about for you?

Kevin: You're my home.

(Patrick looks at Kevin, chewing his lip)

Patrick: Really?

Kevin: Look at us. It's what I've always wanted. Already sitting on the porch and we're not even old miserable cunts yet.

(Patrick laughs)

Kevin: What part of that didn't you understand before?

Patrick: I DID understand. Maybe I just didn't always...believe...it could be true. Sometimes I look at you and I wonder, what did you ever see in me? You had everything, and I was just...me.

Kevin: I didn't have everything. No one ever does. But...with you, I don't ever think about the things I don't have. I'm just...really happy with the things I do have. I don't want or need more.

(Patrick smiles and leans over to kiss Kevin's mouth)

Patrick: I love you.

Kevin: Except that. I ALWAYS want more of that.

(Kevin reaches for Patrick and pulls him into a kiss, that turns hot very quickly. The view of the ocean is soon forgotten as the boys stumble back into the cottage, undressing each other clumsily, not wanting to lose contact with each other's mouths. They finally make it to the bedroom, and Kevin pushes Patrick to the bed. They tousle a bit as to who gets to top whom, but as it's still Kevin's birthday, Patrick finally gives in and lets Kevin make all the decisions. Patrick enjoys himself thoroughly, and Kevin's birthday ends with a wonderful bang.)

End of Act II Scene Eight.