Behind the Candelabra Page #4

So that's why

you're so musical?

No, that man had

nothing to do with it.

My talent

comes from God.

Everybody wants

a piece of me,

a piece

of the action.

My brother George, he

performs in some small club.

You know what

the marquee says?

"Liberace",

in big letters.

I built that name.

It's my name.

That's not his.

"Gimme, gimme, gimme."

No one I can trust,

no one I can talk to.

I hate my life sometimes.

I really do.

- No.

- No, it's true.

No matter how many people are

around, I'm all by myself.

Like, I'm with people--

they're not really

my family or my friends.

You know what

that feels like?

Yeah. I do.

Yes.

Yes, you do.

You've been good

for me, Scott.

When?

Now.

Just now.

- Oh, you mean talking and--

- Yes, you know.

And listening.

You're very good

at listening.

People... take...

You know what?

I have a great idea.

Why don't you come

work for me?

As what?

Well, you could be

my secretary.

I don't type.

Hell, Scott, I can

pay people to type.

I need a companion.

A bodyguard.

Someone to keep people

off my back.

Someone I can talk to

the way we talked tonight.

You'd be

my right-hand man.

You can take care

of the animals.

Please.

Say yes, Scott.

Would you close the

drapes on the window, Scott?

Yeah.

It's really pretty

at night.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to

scare you like that.

Yeah, I just...

Things

are moving really fast.

Maybe I should just get

a room for tonight.

Oh, nonsense.

Look, I completely

understand

and I promise I'll stay

on my side of the bed.

I promise.

Good morning.

Well, look who's up!

You're making a mistake here.

Listen to me.

- I worked for that old fag in his Hollywood house!

- Joe!

Oh, I'm not saying it

for that.

I'm saying it's not

a fit place for Scott!

You don't know him

like I know him.

Is this the kind of

life you want for yourself?

It's a job, Rose.

And it pays better

than getting two.

Yeah, and you know what

they call that kind of job.

That's not what this is.

Look, he's old.

He doesn't like me

just for that.

Do you even like

this man?

Yeah. I really do.

He's lonely.

I can take care

of him.

And he can

take care of me.

My eyes

are open, Rose.

I promise.

Mr. Thorson!

Seymour Heller,

Lee's manager.

Lee's expecting you.

Is it any good?

It's amazing.

I love to cook.

We'll be a couple

of fat biddies in no time.

Great,

'cause I love to eat.

Come here, you.

She's going to see us.

People only see

what they want to see, Scott.

Oh, God! Oh, God!

Oh, my God.

We'll go shopping

tomorrow.

After cooking and sex,

I think shopping's the reason

to get up every day.

And it helps

so many people.

Do you mind if I ask you

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