American Crime Story

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What do you think?

Oh, it's perfect.

Yeah.

Oh! Oh.

- Be careful. - Thank you. - Happy birthday!

Welcome.

- Hi. Good to see you. - Oh.

David, come on in. It must be at least ten minutes

- since you've had a drink. - Oh, what a relief.

- I was worried we were gonna have to get along. - Hmm.

After you.

I hope you don't mind I invited a few of my friends.

Oh, no, not at all. You know I love your friends.

Yes, it's been noticed.

I might have preferred to have two parties, though...

one for my friends and one for yours.

Only the Queen of England has two parties.

I'm afraid you're not that sort of queen.

Oh, Gallo, you're like a jukebox of bitchy hits.

Happy birthday, shmoo!

Hi! Hi.

- Thank you for coming. - Oh.

This whole party is about one thing...

getting David.

That cute blonde from San Francisco?

The man of my dreams.

Can I ask...

are you officially gay now?

You know I don't like labels.

Neither do I, but sometimes it's nice to know

what's inside the can, especially before you... eat it.

- You're disgraceful. - Okay, okay.

But what are you gonna tell your dream man about this place?

- Oh, he doesn't know about Norman. - What?

- How can he not know? - Because I like to keep them separated.

I... That's why I wanted to have two parties.

But I couldn't not invite David to my birthday.

That's why I need you to help me explain to him

what I'm doing here with Norman.

What are you doing here?

I curate his art.

I find pieces of antique furniture.

Are you sure there isn't something else

that you've been curating?

- Lizzie, that's not even a play on words. - I know.

There's nothing sexual between us.

Then why can't you tell David the truth?

You're a handsome, young interior designer

who's living with his wealthy, older client.

- I see the problem. - God.

I-I can't lose him.

I-I can't, I just can't.

Hey, you've got it bad for him.

He's a house.

He's a, he's a home.

He's a yard and a family

and...

picking kids up from school. He's...

He's a future.

And up until now, I've only dated the past.

Who are you trying to be?

Someone he can love.

Hi.

Hi. Come in.

- Happy birthday, buddy. - Uh...

No, come with me.

Yeah, I thought we could go on some hikes.

Give the bars a rest for a weekend.

For the party, I really want you to wear these.

And you need to give me this.

You want me to pretend that that's my gift to you?

You know that friend I was telling you about.

Oh, yeah. David.

He's coming, and I want him to see that I have...

really good friends.

Well, I am a good friend.

Yes, of course you are, but...

I...

I need you to...

to look the part.

- What does a good friend look like? - I'm not asking you to do

anything you don't want to do, I just...

I just want a little bit of help.

I've helped you with countless guys.

Okay, but how is this gonna help?

I just need him to see that I'm loved.

I do love you, buddy.

I need him to know that.

Okay.

Whatever you want.

It's your birthday.

Oh, uh, before I forget... I told him

you're an officer in the Navy.

You're a lieutenant on the aircraft carrier

the USS Independence.

Are you out of your mind?

I'm not in the Navy anymore.

I'm aware of that.

Andrew, I'm not gonna impersonate an officer.

But, Jeff, being an officer in the Navy just sounds...

so impressive.

I know it does.

So be in the Navy.

Wear those shoes, it's...

I'll wear the shoes.

I won't wear the uniform.

Who are all these people?

Friends of free food and free champagne.

Hey, he's here.

David.

Oh, I am so glad that you could make it.

All the way from Minneapolis, too.

That's the farthest anyone has ever traveled to see me.

I wanted to see where you live.

You've been so mysterious.

Uh... happy birthday.

You two are adorable.

Uh, I'm David.

- It's nice to meet you. - Hi, I'm Lizzie.

- Lizzie's my best friend from San Francisco. - Oh, right.

Yeah. From when you were designing costumes with Versace.

We've been, uh, friends for what? Eight years?

Uh, we met at a debutante ball.

I'm also the godfather of her son.

Andrew is the kindest, smartest person I know,

and I've never heard him talk about anyone

the way he talks about you.

Oh, you stop it. She's embarrassing me.

I love it. I really do.

- You haven't opened it. - Oh, I don't have to.

It's perfect.

I don't think I'll ever open it.

I just want to look at it.

So this is where you live?

- Mm-hmm. - It wasn't clear from your letters.

Is this your home address or your work address?

It feels like it should be my home,

I've done so much work on it.

This is quite a party.

Oh, wow. This view is incredible.

- Isn't it? - I want it.

We'll have a house like this one day.

Maybe this very one.

Hey, buddy.

- Happy birthday. - Uh...

Jeff. Oh, you shouldn't have.

That's so kind.

And on a military salary.

They're from that designer you always talk about.

- Uh, Versace. - Ferragamo.

Versace doesn't make shoes.

That would require at least some degree of craftsmanship.

Hey.

- Oh. - I'm Jeff.

David.

You must be the superstar architect.

Ah, not yet. I-I've still got

- a way to go. - Well, I'm sure you'll get there.

You're the naval officer.

Well, it's a long story.

I like long stories.

How about sad ones?

Yeah, those, too.

Um, let's move this to the terrace.

Yes.

I'll-I'll join in a second.

Just a little birthday pick-me-up.

Cocaine or crystal?

I don't do gutter drugs.

I have a birthday present for you.

It's a piece of advice.

Oh, advice, how delightful.

Do I have to unwrap it right now?

You think Norman's the lucky one, don't you?

But you're wrong; you're the lucky one.

- Is that so? - Norman's a conservative old queer.

He likes the fact that you can carry on a conversation

and decipher a wine list.

Most men would make it clear that you're an employee,

but he wants you to feel like you're an equal.

I am his equal.

No, not even close.

- He built a company from scratch. - Yes, I know.

If you'll excuse me, Gallo.

I care about him a great deal.

He was vulnerable the night he met you.

His lover had suffered terribly.

You don't need to lecture me.

I volunteer at an AIDS charity.

I know all about Norman's partner.

You know nothing about him.

What it's like to lose a man like that,

to watch him waste away.

I won't allow Norman to be hurt again.

You must be a very unpopular party guest

if all of your gifts are this dreary.

I don't mind being disliked.

Well, how fortunate for you.

What a volatile mix you are.