SEVERAL LINGERING SHOTS OF THE LANDSCAPE AND SOUNDS OF THE DESERT CAPTURE THE REMOTE AND BEAUTIFUL EMPTINESS OF IT ALL.
George, 38, and Jim, 21, lay on a large smooth boulder on a high cliff edge, propped up on their elbows, admiring the peaceful and seemingly empty desert. There is a camera in the foreground. Jim is buttoning up his pants.
JIM
So explain your friend Charlotte to me.
GEORGE
What would you like to know?
JIM
You seem very... I donʼt know... intimate I guess. Like you were once together. You havenʼt ever slept with her have you?
GEORGE
Yes. A few times when we were young. I donʼt mean to say that it didnʼt mean anything to me but, Iʼm afraid it meant a good deal more to Charley. It was a long time ago in London. It didnʼt work out very well. I love Charley and we are very close friends but thatʼs all.
JIM
Iʼm confused. If you sleep with women then why are you with me?
GEORGE
Because I fall in love with men. Because I fell in love with you. Anyway, doesnʼt everyone sleep with women when theyʼre young?
JIM
I havenʼt.
GEORGE
Youʼre joking.
JIM
No. Iʼm not. It was just never anything that interested me.
GEORGE
Well. Youʼre awfully modern arenʼt you? You know, that was the fi rst thing that I noticed about you was how sure of yourself you were. How can you be so sure about everything at your age?
JIM
You think Iʼm sure of myself?
GEORGE
Of course you are.
George lets his hand brush against Jimʼs. Jim looks at George then breaks into a great smile.