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Coming Clean

Forrest Childes Finally Comes Clean
“I am gay,” admits star.

Forrest Childes, 33, has finally admitted to press that he is gay. His agent, Darren Evans, released a statement earlier confirming that the actor has been in a relationship with Thomas Gibson, 24, a real estate agent from Albany, for the past five months.

It is generally believed that Mr Childes had been put under pressure to come out by the media and many members of the gay community.

Mr Childes won an Oscar for Best Supporting Actor two years ago for his portrayal of a gay journalist who outed and then seduced Patrick Frazier’s baseball player. Continued on PAGE 8
PAGE 8: Daniel Newman Expresses Anger at Media Treatment of Childes
PAGE 9: Forrest Childes’ Future?
PAGE 27: Film Review! Second Guessing Sartre. Another Star Turn By Patrick Frazier

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Patrick goes out for dinner with Genevieve a few weeks after the news about Forrest Childes breaks.

“Have you been behaving?” she asks.

“Of course I have,” Patrick replies, in his best wounded tones. “Jenny, have you no faith?”

“When it comes to your acting? Yes. When it comes to you behaving? That would be a resounding no.”

Patrick smiles at her winningly and she thaws as he knew she would.

Homme have been onto me again,” she says. “They want to do another shoot.”

“Will they fly me to Rome again?”

“No, they want to do it in New York. The actor in his natural habitat.” Genevieve fixes Patrick with an icy glare. “Not too natural, you hear? Make sure your apartment is clean, okay?”

“Does this mean I have to burn my extensive collection of Mano a Mano?” Patrick asks sadly before he bursts out laughing. “Chill, Jenny. The place is so vanilla, it’s not even funny.”

“You are a horror,” Genevieve announces as the waiter brings their entrees.

“But I’m a high-earning horror,” Patrick reminds her and he smiles at the waiter. The waiter smiles back and drops his eyes.

Genevieve waits until the waiter is out of earshot before she speaks. “Don’t even think about it, Patrick.”

“What? Oh, come on. I did nothing.”

“You are the only person in the world who considers your smile to be nothing.”

“Ah, quit it, Jenny, or I’ll blush.”

They eat quietly. When the waiter returns to clear the table, Patrick smiles and Genevieve glares. Their main course arrives and the ame happens. Patrick thinks the waiter is probably about nineteen, maybe twenty. He’s so busy eating his steak and admiring the view that he completely fails to notice Alan until he is standing right next to their table. Patrick jumps to his feet.

“Alan,” he breathes. “Shit, it’s been…”

“Two and a half months,” replies Alan. “I’d like you to meet Jonah. He’s just over there.” Alan beckons to a tall, brown-haired guy who is loitering nearby.

“Wonderful. Perhaps you guys would like to join us for dessert?”

“Actually, no, we’ve just finished but thanks, man.”

Patrick shakes Jonah’s hand and they are very civil to each other. Patrick wonders how much Alan has told Jonah about their not-arrangement. He doubts that Alan has said much. When Alan first mentioned Jonah over the phone, Patrick thought nothing of it. He called him a whale but Alan said he was a yuppie. Patrick asked if he was gay and Alan said that he was. Patrick asked if being gay and a yuppie made one a guppy and Alan didn’t laugh. That’s when Patrick realised that something was rotten in the Upper East Side.

Alan and Jonah leave and Genevieve wisely says nothing as Patrick attacks his steak.

“Excuse me a moment,” he says when he finishes. He passes the waiter on the way to the restroom and raises his eyebrows. The waiter blushes and Patrick gives him up as a lost cause.

The lost cause arrives into the bathroom as Patrick is washing his hands.

“I’m not supposed to be in here,” the lost cause says but Patrick puts his finger to the lost cause’s mouth.

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” he whispers.

Genevieve waits until they’re in the car before she starts shouting. Patrick doesn’t really listen. The lost cause was good. Very good, in fact. Patrick thinks he’ll go back tomorrow night.

This Charming Man

Second Guessing Sartre Premiere
Quotes:
Patrick Frazier:
“The worst thing I’ve ever done? You guys ask the weirdest questions. Um. I left the heating on for eight weeks once. Yeah. That was pretty dumb.”

Patrick Frazier: “You want me to tell you about my girlfriend? What can I say? She’s gorgeous. And camera-shy, sorry.”

Patrick Frazier: “Sandra and I go way back, don’t we, Sandy?”
Sandra Denney: “Call me Sandy again and I’ll hurt you, Paddy.”
Patrick Frazier: “She loves me, really.”
Sandra Denney: “It’s true, actually. God knows why.”

Patrick Frazier: “Oh, I’m just going to catch up with my friends. Take it easy, you know.”

Vic Carrera: “He’s a fine actor. Crap at baseball, honestly. Hey! Patrick! Who was your stunt double for Run?”
Patrick Frazier: “For the baseball or the kissing?”

Sandra Denney: “No, he’s great. I do actually love him. If I wasn’t married, I’d run away with him like a shot. Don’t tell him I said that. Don’t tell my husband either.”

Patrick Frazier: “This woman wrote to me, right, and asked me to suggest a name for her unborn son. I said Horace. There aren’t enough Horaces in the world today.”

Life Imitates Art {Imitates Life}

Patrick congratulates Forrest on his win. He doesn’t want to but he is an actor, after all. And the Oscar goes to has become Patrick’s least favourite phrase. Forrest won Best Supporting Actor and he is an utter bastard. He doesn’t even thank his co-stars. Daffodil Lynch didn’t win Best Actress. Patrick has to read out the name of another actress and congratulate her instead.

Patrick doesn’t win Best Actor and he was supposed to be a shoe-in. He ignores Forrest’s smug expression and smiles his fake smile for the camera, graciously congratulating the winner.

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[SCENE: Brad’s Hospital Bed]

BRAD:
Look, Denis, you ruined my life. You keep coming back here like the fucking pigheaded bastard you are. Don’t you get it? There’s no story anymore. My life is officially over.

DENIS:
I’m not here for a fucking stupid story.

BRAD:
Then why? The food here’s not that good.

DENIS:
Except the jello.

(BRAD clearly struggles to hide a smile)
BRAD:
Okay, maybe the jello.

DENIS:
And this, perhaps…

(DENIS leans in to kiss BRAD. Pan, close up and cut)

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Come on, kiss me, Patrick. You know you want to.

No, Forrest, really, it’s just acting.

Like hell it is. You wanted me.

Woah, now you’re undermining my acting skills?

Patrick, unless you’ve persuaded various parts of your anatomy to act as well as your pretty face does…

Fine, fine, Forrest, I want you. But these things never end well.

These things?

Things with co-stars. Always end badly.

Ha, tell that to Katherine Hepburn and Spenser Tracy.

They were straight, Forrest. And your knowledge of movie stars scares me.

Stop deflecting attention from yourself, Patrick. You want me.

You’re fucking full of yourself, you know that?

So are you. You’re a fucking Oscar winner and you don’t let us forget it, do you?

What the fuck does that have to do with anything?

Just fucking kiss me, Patrick.

Just. Fine. Fine.

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NYC, June: At the premiere of Patrick Frazier’s latest film, rumours of a rift between the co-stars seemed grossly over-exaggerated as Frazier and Forrest Childes chatted amiably to fans and each other. Daniel Newman is quoted as saying that Run is an incredible film that highlights the ongoing problems of gay men in today’s celebrity arena.