phoenix.
cleve.  jones.
fuck that. elections of any kind are a bourgeois affectation.
if i need the cash.  but i'm selective about my clients.
i faked a lung disease to get out of pe. so what? what are you, some kind of street shrink?
well, good luck with all that.
that you're gonna get somewhere if you keep talking?
sorry old man, i'm leaving for spain tomorrow. europe. got all the cash i need in my back pocket. a group of cleve's friends shout at him to join them. harvey watches him dart across the street to his friends.
you staying up with me?
no. he was hideous.
i thought we were gonna spend the rest of our lives together.
what?
is that supposed to help?
i went to spain last month.  long story. in barcelona, there was this memorial march for gay people who died under franco. the police tried to break it up. it started a riot. a bullet ripped through a drag queens scalp, his wig flew off, but he kept fighting. there was blood literally running in the gutter.
you think you'll win?
yeah, sure.
if?
out of the bar and into the streets! anita bryant is coming after you!
yes. where are we going?
they endorsed you for being a good businessman? has scott read this? he'll piss himself.
i'm going to the stud. meet me out. cleve goes. his energy is boundless. harvey sits alone watching the bargoers return home through his front window. a bitter-sweetness lingers. a couple waves, one shouts out:
i'm sorry. we're all full.
the new mrs. milk. i give it a week.
a bit over the top.
i got it from a friend. harvey leads cleve from the elevator to the grand staircase.
here we go, harvey to the rescue. isn't it enough we have to put up with jack?
so do any of your volunteers, but you don't make them all first lady.
dear god, say it ain't so!
whatever. he can get them in two sundays at church in orange county.
80 percent in other polls. some even have us losing san francisco.
what about, s-c-o-t-t? off harvey, knowing scott would be an asset. jack opens the door and grabs harvey's hand. they go.
we're not interested in working with those old democratic party shits. the door opens and someone new enters. he's holding the hand of.  scott smith. they are obviously a new couple.
it's in the bedroom. after a moment, dick rises and follows cleve out of the room. people are stunned by harvey's outrageous demand. harvey sees scott glaring at him.
hi. we're losing wichita. rally tonight. sundown. market and castro. a multiplying frame effect: the person he called calls two others, they call four, then more and more as the tree grows.
they're moving. i don't know where, but.
press is covered. but we don't have a permit to march.
what do i do with this?
i can't do it like you do it.
forty years ago tonight, the gay citizens of germany found out they no longer had civil rights. tomorrow morning, the gay citizens of wichita will also awaken to find that they too have lost their civil rights. you have whistles. you use them when we have been attacked. tonight we have been attacked. initially cleve is successful, but then the crowd turns, marching toward city hall without him.
fuck. shit. harvey! cleve runs as fast as he can to cut through the crowd, to get to the front. he gets on his walkie-talkie.
get the press to the overpass! on harvey: ducking through empty streets, trying to get ahead of the crowd and beat them to city hall.
move.  left.  move.  left.
we're shutting down traffic, both directions. cleve looks up at the press that's arrived on the overpass above, and turns to two hippie kids near the front.
disconnect the power arms! the boys climb up a trolley and knock down the power arms. sparks fly. brakes squeal. the press snaps photos.
they're calling it a "successful mediation." you're a god damn hero. fuck. it came this close to a riot.
you're just jealous it wasn't you out there.
the piss smell in the tenderloin.
"mayor milk."
the mayor says briggs is on his way here. he could intercept him for us. we could get him face to face. he couldn't ignore us anymore.
"beware. the ides. of november."
i can have 15,000 people in an hour. but there's gonna be riots if this thing passes.
what are you telling me?
what's the matter?
i told you, i don't "do" losing.
milk, you're a decent politician, a mediocre businessman, but you're a lousy gay man. take some time off. fifty's right around the corner. nobody will want you after that.  i can handle d.c.
they did. there's nowhere to march tonight, mr. harvey milk. lets go back inside. turning back, they savor the moment, like father and son walking to castro camera, growing ever smaller in the frame.
	41:
is that what you really want?
i could go right for mayor, but i think i should work my way up to it.  you'll be my campaign manager.
because i have so much experience in politics.
sorry old man, not interested.
i'm calling the police.
politics is complicated in san francisco, and supervisor is a citywide office. political alliances need to be built. you can't simply move here from across the country and run for office.
you talk a lot about what you're against. what are you for? in this town, you gotta give em' a reason for optimism or you're cooked. art gets into his car and goes. harvey has no car. he stops and ponders art's words.  they stick with him.
well, i don't "do" losing. ever. maybe i should run for office, and you can work for me. if you can do it, i can do it.
where do you live?
we'll deal with him tomorrow. harvey is doused with champagne.
what do you say we watch out for each other's interests? i'd like that.
the latino, he's locked himself in the coat room.  mr. milk, phil burton is here. he's likely the next speaker of the house and a much needed ally against prop six. we don't need a scene.
cleve, show dick where you keep your phone.
and where's an old man like me going to get such a good looking young man, right?
why do people always say that? "you didn't have to?" i mean, of course, right? but, that's what they always say. they always say things like that.  dan's attempts to be witty and erudite only leave him confused and tongue tied. harvey has no idea why dan is here.
tonight.  tonight it is clear that everyone out there does know one of us. and now that they do, they see we are not sick.  they can feel we are not wrong.  and they know we should have a place in this great country and in this world.  a message of hope has been to sent to all the young people out there.  to all those afraid of this wave of hate.  to all those who have lost their homes and their hometowns.  tonight we know there is a place for us! my brothers and sisters.  we can come home again! the crowd goes wild. harvey beams. moscone walks up onto stage and lifts harvey's hand. harvey is now a member of the s.f. political elite. cleve watches from afar as harvey steps off and disappears into the crowd.
i'd started looking forward to the riots.