All of Us Strangers (2023)

Andrew Scott: Adam

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• [last lines] 

  Adam : I'll protect you from the hooded claw/Keep the vampires from your door.

• Harry : [holding a bottle of whiskey]  A drink? It's Japanese. It's meant to be the best in the world, but I couldn't tell you why.

  Adam : No, thanks.

  Harry : Okay. Okay. How about I come in anyway? If not for a drink, then for whatever else you might want.

  Adam : I don't think that's a good idea.

  Harry : Do I scare you?

  Adam : No.

  Harry : We don't have to do anything if I'm not your type. There's vampires at my door.

• Harry : How come no one found me? Where are my friends? My brother and sister. Where are my mum and dad?

  Adam : I found you.

  Harry : But I don't want you to see me like that. Not like that. In there.

  Adam : You are not in there. This is you, here. With me.

• Dad : [tearing up]  I'm sorry I never came in your room when you were crying.

  Adam : [tearing up]  No, really, it's okay dad. I get it. It was so long ago.

• Harry : [looking at a photo]  This your mum and dad?

  Adam : Yeah. They died just before I was twelve.

  Harry : I'm really sorry.

  Adam : Oh, thanks. It was a long time ago.

  Harry : I don't think that matters. I can't even begin to imagine how lonely you must have been.

• Adam : You'd tell me not to cross my legs, like a woman. Over and over and over again.

  Dad : Did I?

  Adam : I still think about it every time I cross my legs.

• Harry : I dont go home much.

  Adam : Does that make you sad?

  Harry : I've always felt like a stranger in my own family.

• Adam : I want to go out. You and me, together, into the world.

• Dad : I would hear you cry in your room after school. Did the boys bully you?

  Adam : Not just the boys.

  Dad : What would they do?

  Adam : They'd call me a girl. Refuse to play with me. Flush my head down the toilet and flick drawing pens at my face.

  Dad : Kids are such little cunts.

  Adam : Why didn't you come into my room if you heard me crying?

  Dad : Why didn't you tell me what was happening at school?

  Adam : No, you answer first. You can be honest.

  Dad : I didn't want to think of you as the type of boy that other lads picked on. I knew that if I was at your school, I'd have probably picked on you too. I can't imagine that's very nice to hear.

  Adam : I think I always knew that anyway. It's probably why I never told you what was happening to me.

• Adam : [to Harry]  I was too scared to let you in. But I'm here with you.

• Adam : [referring to his parents]  I'm trying to write about them at the moment.

  Harry : How's it going?

  Adam : Strangely.

• Harry : You are queer, right?

  Adam : Yeah.

  Harry : [smiling]  That's good.

  Adam : Well, 'gay'. I can't get used to calling myself 'queer'. It was always such an insult.

  Harry : It's probably why we hate 'gay' so much now. 'Gay' meant lame and shit. Those trainers are gay. That haircut's gay. This sofa is gay. Your school bag's gay.

  [Adam smiles] 

  Harry : 'Queer' does feel polite somehow though. Like all the dick sucking's been taken out.

• Mum : Christ, you know who you remind me of?

  Adam : Who?

  Mum : You look just like my dad.

  Adam : Really?

  Mum : How I remember him anyway from when I was a little girl. God, isn't that mad? It's like seeing you both exactly the same time.

• Harry : I'm assuming you're not with anyone. You're often single.

  Adam : I suppose so, yeah. Are you?

  Harry : Yeah. But not for want of trying.

• Adam : What about you?

  Dad : What about me?

  Adam : How do you feel about it?

  Dad : It was hardly a shock. I always knew you were a bit tooty fruity.

  Dad : [Adam laughs]  You couldn't throw a ball for shit, however much I tried to teach you.

  Adam : You make me sound like a horrible cliché.

  Dad : Can you throw a ball?

  Adam : Not at all.

• Mum : Your dad told me not to ask, and I'm guessing you're not married because I don't see a ring, but have you got a girlfriend?

  Mum : I'm picturing her with brown hair, maybe curly, not too skinny. Smart obviously.

  Adam : You mean like you?

  Mum : That's nice you think I'm smart.

  Mum : Well?

  Adam : What?

  Mum : Do you?

  Adam : I don't have a girlfriend.

  Mum : That's a shame.

  Adam : I don't have a girlfriend because I'm not into girls, into women.

  Mum : What do you mean?

  Adam : I mean I'm gay.

  Mum : As in homosexual?

  Adam : Yes, as in - that. Yeah.

  Mum : Really?

  Adam : Uh huh.

  Mum : Since when?

  Adam : Since a long time ago.

  Mum : How long ago?

  Adam : Forever.

  Mum : But, you don't look gay.

  Adam : I don't know what that means.

  Mum : It means what it means. You know what it means.

• Adam : Mum?

  Mum : Yes, sweetheart?

  Adam : Is this real?

  Mum : I don't know. Does it feel real?

  Adam : Yes.

  Mum : Then there you go.

• Mum : [as Adam removes his wet clothes]  God, look at you.

  Adam : What?

  Mum : You were just a boy, and now you're not.

  Adam : No.

  Mum : You look totally different, but it's still you. And I thought you'd be hairier like your dad.

  Adam : Okay. Sorry.

  Mum : I like a hairy chest myself.

• Mum : They say it's a very lonely kind of life.

  Adam : They don't say that anymore.

  Mum : So you're not lonely?

  Adam : If I am it's not because I'm gay. Not really.

  Mum : Not really?

  Mum : And what about this awful ghastly disease? I've seen the gravestones on the adverts. Should I be worried about it?

  Adam : Mum! Jesus. Please. It's very different now. It's all very different.

  Mum : Well, I guess I wouldn't know about that.

• Dad : What do you think we should say to each other? I'm not sure I've much wisdom to share. Maybe Adam, being older, should be sharing some with us!

  Adam : Maybe we don't need to say anything.

  Dad : Maybe. Although I will say that getting to know you has made us very proud.

  Adam : I'm not sure I've done much to be proud of. I've muddled through at best.

  Dad : But you've got through it. Some very tough times, I'm sure. And you're still here. That's what we're proud of.

• Dad : [to Adam]  She's going to be over the moon to see you.

  Dad : [as the front door opens]  Guess who I found loitering in the park?

  Mum : Is it him?

  Dad : Oh, yeah. Definitely him. Look in his eyes.

  Mum : [looks at Adam]  Yes, it is you!

  Adam : Hi.

  Mum : Hi. Don't just stand there. Get yourself inside!

• Dad : I want to ask something.

  Mum : Oh god. Don't ask him.

  Dad : I have to.

  Dad : [to Adam]  Was it quick?

  Mum : Jesus! I told you not to.

  Dad : How can you not want to know?

  Mum : What if it was slow and horribly painful?

  Dad : What difference does it make?

  Mum : It makes a big difference!

  Adam : It was quick.

  Mum : It was?

  Adam : Yes.

  Mum : For both of us?

  Adam : Yes.

  Mum : You don't look like you're sure. Don't be fibbing. No secrets now.

  Adam : It was quick.

  Mum : [Exhales]  Ok. That's a relief of sorts. It's been playing on my mind.

• Harry : There's no need to be shy around me.

  Adam : Yeah, that's easier said than done.

• Adam : [Referring to his dad]  I still have good memories too.

  Dad : I hope so.

• Dad : Shall we go, then?

  Adam : Where?

  Dad : Home, of course.