Looking for Completion - the Looking Movie!

Act III Scene One

Early hours of the morning, November 1st. Patrick and Kevin are on the block of Patrick's old apartment, walking towards it. Everyone around them is in Halloween costume. Patrick and Kevin are not.

(Patrick stops and takes a deep breath. Kevin turns to look at him)

Kevin: Babe we don't have to go if you don't want to.

Patrick: No it's fine, it's fine. I just...fucking, hate, Halloween.

Kevin: I know you do. Maybe we should have just joined them on the bar crawl and not sat at home brooding...

Patrick: After what was, without a doubt, the worst fucking night of my life, Halloween is officially dead to me. I am never celebrating it again.

(Kevin steps closer to Patrick and rubs his hands over Patrick's arms)

Kevin: I know you see it like that, and I understand, I really do, but I've got to say, looking back, it was probably one of the best fucking nights of MY life.

(Patrick gasps)

Patrick: You like to see me publicly imploding and humiliated?

(Kevin smiles and kisses Patrick)

Kevin: No. I don't. But that WAS the night you basically asked me to come back to you, right? If it hadn't been for that, if you hadn't opened that door again, we might not be here today, together, so...I can't help but have SOME fond memories.

Patrick: Yeah, it was great fun watching you walk away for me too.

Kevin: (soberly) What's the matter? You've been jittery all day. Has something happened?

(Patrick sighs)

Patrick: No, there really isn't anything. I mean I hate this day, but...I don't know. I just feel like things have been too...perfect. Like some thing is going to happen and I need to be...prepared. I can't explain it. Things can't be this good for this long without some...fucking...price. Right?

Kevin: Patrick. Look at me. Please don't look for trouble when there isn't any. You're right. Things won't always be perfect all the time, but when they are, can't we just enjoy it? Let's not deliberately make ourselves miserable.

(Patrick nods his head slowly and smiles weakly)

Patrick: Just keep me away form the tequila and don't let me smoke any pot tonight. With my mood I'll just be even more paranoid.

Kevin: Ok. But it's just going to be our friends there. Even if you get shitfaced, they've all seen it and survived to tell the tale, so just relax. Have a good time.

Patrick: I just know Agustin is going to make some bitchy comment about last year.

Kevin: Well then you can remind him, again, of all the times you picked his drugged-up arse off the floor and cleaned up after his messes. It'll be alright. Ready?

Patrick: Yes. Ready.

(They turn together and walk the 100 feet to the apartment, where Agustin, Eddie, Dom and his boyfriend Hani are sitting in the small garden, in costume, drinking beers)

Patrick: Hi guys

Dom: Hey! What the fuck? Where have you been? And no costume?

Patrick: (grimacing) Sorry. We...

Kevin: (interrupting) We ARE in costume. We're here as two English men who are too cool to act like American wankers who love to dress up in silly clothes once a year. I think we look pretty convincing.

(Patrick smiles at Kevin)

Agustin: Well, better late than never. Join us. You know where the beers are.