TEXT: [Darren's (a/k/a Shanda Leer's) apartment. His arm and foot are in casts. His face is battered, bruised and swollen. His eye looks really gross. Justin has brought him some food from the diner.] Darren: Better not be a parakeet in there, Jane! Justin: Huh? Darren: Obviously you're not up on your gay film history. Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? Starting the two greatest bitch goddesses in the history of the human race, Miss Joan Crawford and Miss Bette Davis. 'Miss Crawford and I neeever got along.' Justin: I neeever saw it! Darren: I suppose there's no point in even mentioning Esther Blodgett. Justin: I know that one. It's A Star is Born, right? Darren: Oh, thank God! He really is gay! Justin: Eat. Darren: No, thanks. Justin: It's tuna salad, not parakeet. Darren: I'm not hungry. Justin: You're gonna need your strength. Darren: For what? The doctor says I might have a permanent limp. That should brighten up my act! Justin: What are you listening to the doctors for? After they stuffed my brain back in my head, they told me I'd never draw again. Darren: Well, do you? Justin: Yes. For about 15 minutes, then my hand starts to shake. So I use a computer. But the point is - Darren: You went on! Justin: Right. So will you. Darren: You're so reasonable. I keep hoping when they catch my bashers, they'll sentence them to life in prison and they'll get f*cked nightly by prisoners with AIDS. Justin: That's gruesome! Darren: It doesn't cost anything to dream! When it happened to you, weren't you angry? Justin: I tried not to think about it. Darren: I can't stop thinking about it. I see their faces, their boots smashing into me. I even hugged this one guy's foot to my stomach, hoping it would stop
SUMMARY:
Brian decides to start his own ad agency. Ted struggles to re-enter life after rehab. Emmett and Michael discover their inner Faerie. Justin encourages a friend to fight back against his bashers.