酷儿们

E01 The Man On the PlatformYou can hear the buzz of the flies, but they are way off and some of the ones that are closer are butterflies, so that's all right.and I just lie there and I watch Terence sleeping and his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.And his hair is golden.And the line of his jaw is just sort of perfectLike a draughtsman's drawn it.Like I'd drawn it.And his lips are dark and full and they're like bramble.And all I want to do is bend down and And he opens his eyes and squints.And he lifts his hand to cover them so he can see better.And he says, "We'd best be getting back.There's no train then, there's no troops, there's no war.There's just his bramble lips pressed against the tips of my fingers .E02 A Grand Day OutIt's funny, isn't it? Because if they'd said yes, if they had made it 16 .then I'd have gone straight home.E08 Something BorrowedFrom that, the last one left standing, unpicked at PE, the saddo sitting out the school disco slow dances because he couldn't wrap his arms round the one he wanted, the teenager looking for love in pissy public toilets and parks after dark .To this.Respectability.Propriety.Decorum.And then he said, gentle as anything, and I'm not going to do the accent. "If there's a gay kid in here with his folks, frightened that he's a freak, don't you think that it might give him hope, seeing two guys wandering around, being themselves, getting their groceries, like everyone else?" If happiness is a place, it's the biscuit aisle in Sainsbury's.And anywhere else I am with him.And the best view ever isn't Uluru, or Iguazu, the Taj Mahal, the Grand Canyon, or even Edinburgh as seen from Arthur's Seat on a clear autumn day with the Forth shimmering in the distance.It's the nape of his neck when he's lying asleep in my arms.I know we don't get happily ever afters in real life.I'm a hopeless romantic, not a total fucking idiot.As my friend, Russell, said to me once, "Even with the happiest couples, one of you dies first." But first there is such unalloyed joy.BBC的选题策划，编剧的剧本台词，演员的表演张力。

看到第四集那里，最后Michael 对Alice 说这句话，然后背景音乐响起 真的鼻子一酸 脑袋一麻也许Alice 不是Michael 最爱的人 但她一定是Michael 最爱的女人这部剧真的太棒了 演员演技吊打 可以背下那么长的台词（近二十分钟）只靠言语和表情就被征服了过去的时代辛酸又凄美 对于这个群体 对于那些人 所以啊 从来就没有铺好的路 种好的树 现在他们享受到的自由与权利也是前人争取和付出得到的而在这个东方国度里 又还有多远呢

本·卫肖、拉塞尔·托维、艾伦·卡明等携手出演BBC Four开发重磅LGBT题材新剧《酷儿们》(Queers,，暂译)，该剧只有一季，共8集，每集都配有独白。

剧集将由《神探夏洛克》编剧马克·加蒂斯执导，并正在英国制作中。

由于该剧有BBC和老维克剧院共同参与。

在电视播放前 ，全8集每集15分钟的独白都将在7月话剧舞台率先表演。

独白将由加蒂斯在内的8位作者撰写，以展现过去100年中，英国历史里同志的生活和遭遇，展现历史。

本·卫肖会在《The Man on the Platform》一集中出演从一战战壕归来的士兵；小狼在《More Anger》一集出演上世纪80年代的同志演员；卡明出演反应同志婚姻的《Something Borrowed》一集。

[敦刻尔克]男主角菲昂·怀特海德等也将分别出演其它几集。

剧集将于今夏播出。

意外精彩的BBC纯独白剧集没有背景音乐 没有场景画面 只有一个人坐在面前讲述每集都只有十几分钟但却都是十分深入内心的故事 代入感强到可以让我缓半天 因此也花了将近半个月的时间去细细品味每一个故事每位演员从神态到语调到肢体无不彰显细节台本用词也很考究 常常让人停下回味或是查词典从LGBT角度分析 剧中包含近代以来英国该群体外部生存环境改善的许多重要时间节点 在关注故事的同时也了解了人文历史 故事本身也都具有一定深度个人来说真的太爱了 很英国 很BBC最后为Fantopia字幕组打call 包含摘要式时间点相关背景介绍 以及地道双语字幕 剧末的滚动字幕也完全打动我

剧末滚动字幕（1）

剧末滚动字幕（2）片尾钢琴曲也百听不厌 必须五星～

“来啊，珀西。

我们去狩猎。

”“什么？

”“蝴蝶啊。

”在亚眠，阳光强烈的日子，湖水绿得透明，香水樽般剔透。

酷儿们的第一集，Ben Whishaw的叙述覆盖面颇广，成长过程曾和女孩子作的尝试，身份的探索和无可回避，战争逼迫与生死直面，活在暗处的压抑还有如影随形的恐惧。

都讲得很清楚，却抵不过另一些细节生动：特伦斯的笑纹，睫毛，金发，他轮廓分明的下颌线。

当然还有他的眼睛，如果不是那天望得稍微久了一点点。

好像这块块拼图有种自然温暖的色彩，传染着一丝明媚。

“他的下颌线很好看，仿佛是制图的画的。

”短暂停顿，“仿佛就是我的手笔。

”镜头里的Whishaw, 让爱情突然间变得如此真实可信。

或者爱情本来就很可信，只是少有人能在少少篇幅里，用有限光影，给观众的空间泼上无尽浪漫的颜色。

爱情果真像珀西说的那样安静，从一个眼神提起。

然后，仿佛从无要事，却震撼得只在乎月台上的对方，记不起世界尚有战争。

本来已经接受，自此会天各一方再见不到，所以珀西其后将更加明了，特伦斯并非碰巧在那个月台。

当金发的男孩谈笑如常，似乎浑不在意珀西沉默的挥别。

车要开了。

原来他会过来牵起他的手，湖边阳光灿烂时未能吻下去的，在这片温暖的黑暗里完成。

抓紧窗沿的珀西，等待的几秒里，他的徘徊，诚惶诚恐：眼角眉梢可否不要只是场误会？

多得月台上的他英勇到最后，释放惶然般一吻，余生也已被解救得潇潇洒洒。

1917年潮湿的周五夜晚，珀西记得曾经热烈的天气。

那天游泳后两人在草地里一齐进睡。

从此以后乱世很远，耳边更近的是蝴蝶。

'So that's all right.'

剧本来源：BBC官方网站 搬运/侵删Queers. s01e01 Episode ScriptThe Man On the PlatformDouglas Fairbanks there thinks he's in with a chance.A bit of company on a wet Friday night.Except old Dougie doesn't have a cast in his eye and a built-up shoe.At least, not last time I was at the flickers.It's always the eyes.That's how you know.A glance held just that little bit too long, dragged off to one side, like the trail of a Very light in the dark.After the do, the, um, interview ..the officer asks me, not unkindly, I must say, "So how do you chaps, "chaps like you and the captain, know one another?" So I told him.Not my words, something somebody said to me once."A certain liquidity of the eye." That's how HE knew.My eyes are bad, mind you.Too bad for shooting Prussians at any rate, so I was shunted onto hospital work."Cushy", says Sam."That's a charabanc holiday, Perce."You always wanted to see France, didn't you?" I remember my first day in resus - the resuscitation tent.That's where they take the dying or the nearly dying and the shocked ones.There's heated beds to put some life back into them, and transfusions.Our guns were going hell for leather.The sky was all lit up - powdery, green.Horrible green.Like the air was sick.Star shells, Verys, dumps going up.And then the ambulances come in and we have to ferry them in, the ones that can't walk.And they've got these labels on them that tell you what's wrong with them.Like left luggage.Have you ever carried a stretcher? Bloody horrible.You feel like your arms are going to pop out of their sockets.Some chaps can get very heavy.Those that can walk into the hospital ..are covered in mud and salt sweat.Caked in it.All stiff and cracked, like moving statues, like those poor fuckers in Pompeii what got covered in lava.I've seen photographs of them in the lending library.And then, in the resus tent, a thing you'd never expect.Silence.Not a moan or a groan.They're beyond all that, I suppose, most of them.Smoking, breathing, just about.Mind you, I've seen what a transfusion can do and it is a bloody miracle.Lads with one foot in the grave and their pulses all thready, they have the transfusion, they're up, they're joking, they're having a smoke in a couple of hours.I said to Captain Leslie, I said, "You wouldn't credit it, would you? "It's like It's like witchcraft." "Sounds about right", he says, "since we're in hell." But he says it with a smile and when he does that there's these creases in his cheeks like ripples in the sand."You're a credit to this unit, Percy", he says to me."You've all the tenderness of a woman." And he shakes my hand."It's Terrence," he says and I says, "What is?" He says, "Me."My name.Terence Lesley."Do call me Terence."I can't bear all this formal rot." But he's an officer and it don't seem right, so, "I'll stick to Captain Leslie," I say, "if it's all the same." He just smiles again and shrugs.And his eyelashes are long.Long and blonde.I can't see much of his hair cos it's under his cap, but then one day I'm bringing in a stretcher ..and he takes his hat off and, just like that, his hair tumbles out.Yellow as corn.And I must have stared because he grins at me and pushes his hair out of his eyes and says, "Come along, Perce, stir your stumps." But I don't move.And just for a bit Well, like I say, held just a just a moment too long.Douglas Fairbanks over there will give me a wink in a minute.There you go.HE SIGHS KNOWINGLY I've always been a skinny bugger, me.Thin as a whip, Mother says.Father was the same.Mother always had a bit more beef on her after she had Albert and me, and there was one before us.A boy.But he died.He was called Percy, an' all.Poison berries.Never think a thing like that can happen, but it does.I can remember Mother showing me the pictures in the medicine book, all shiny and glossy pictures like Jesus in the book at Sunday School.And little Percy had grabbed a handful of these berries and ..that was that.Box, I think, the berries.Black, like little bullets.Like liquorice sweeties.Maybe that's what little Percy thought they was.Anyway, they done for him and then, a year or so after that, along comes I and they call me Percy, too.A bit odd, some might say, a bit morbid, but Mother always said that she could see him in me.And she looks so funny when she says that to me ..and she looks so sad.But I don't think it's just because of little Percy because there was another time she looked at me the same way.It was freezing, I remember that.We was waiting for a train.Dad had some business in Reading, I forget what it was.We were to come with and make a day of it.I was 15, thereabouts.Albert was 12.I'd been dispatched in search of tea and buns.They all sat in the waiting room, steam coming off them like wet dogs.Anyway, I'm on my way to the refreshments and there's a commotion, so I think, "Oh, the train must be coming in," so I say to the girl behind the tea stall, pretty girl I remember with bows in her hair, I ask her to get a shift on.She says, "What's the hurry? The Reading train isn't in for another "quarter of an hour." So I think, "What's all the fuss about, then?" And then I see it ahead of me on the platform.Policemen, at least I think they're policemen, but then I look properly and they're not, they're from the jail.Dark uniforms, little hats with shiny brims.And between them, well, aa prisoner ..waiting to be taken away, I suppose.And it's not the first time I've seen as such.I used to see them a lot, poor bastards, shuffling along in their chains and the arrows on their clothes.And it's rough clobber, like to make you itch, worse than this.So, "Why are all these folk whispering and pointing?" I wonder.So I look at the chap in the chains and he's a big chap, sort of like a big bear of a fella.With a big slack, pouchy face.Fat-ish, except it's all sunk in now, and his hair, which was most likely black as your hat is now shot through with grey.And he looks wretched.As well he might.There's rain dripping off his hair and down the creases in his big face.And then I realise, it's not just rain, he's bloody crying.And then he looks at me.And there it was.In that moment ..a certain liquidity of the eye.And then he looks back down at his boots and it's as if the whole world has come tumbling down around him.I stand there.And I think, "He knows me."He knows me for what I am."He can see it in me." And I start to shake.And it's not from the cold, it's shame.And fear and ..terror.And someone starts laughing.And there's a little girl and she's wandered close to the prisoner.She's got a little wooden horse on a dirty bit of string.And then her mother goes up and drags the girl away from the man as if he were like to eat her up.And then I hear it, a name.Whispered behind fancy gloves and November hands what are stiff with cold."It's him, isn't it?" And suddenly Dad's beside me and he's gripping my arm and he says, "You all right, Perce?" And he's proper worried.And there's a sort of ringing noise in my ear and I feel for a moment like I might faint, but then this chap goes straight up to the prisoner on the platform and he He spits in his face.And Dad looked shocked.And just then, the train comes puffing into the station, steam everywhere.And I look back to the prisoner, but he's covered now in a great big cloud of steam.Dad picks up the tea and the buns and he gets us into the carriage.It smells of damp wool and musty, like church, and there's little beads of rain on the window, the open window.And Mum pulls down the leather strap and the sound sort of ..snaps me out of it."What was all that fuss about there, Clem?" And Dad sups at his tea and it hangs in little drops from the ends of his Kitchener 'tashe."You won't believe it," he says."Out there on the platform, waiting to be taken to prison" "Who?" pipes up Albert.And he looks at us and he shakes his head in wonder."Oscar Wilde!" he says.And then Mum looks at me.Tender, like I've never had the nerve.That's the thing, I suppose.A notion of getting in trouble or being a bother I could always imagine Mother's face if she found out I'd been up to things.And I couldn't bear it, I couldn't bear to disappoint, so I didn't, I didn't do anything about it.Not even a tuppeny wank with Sam or nothing.I kept my own counsel, as they say.Also, there was a girl who was sweet on me.Annie.And that sort of stopped people asking, I suppose.We courted for a long while, but she got fed up because I never asked her to marry me.I took on like Annie had broke my heart and then, what with one thing or another and then the war, it sort of, somehow, I got away with it.A lot of questions, of course.Especially when all us Tommies were billeted together for the first time."You married?" "No." "You got a girl?" "Well, I used to." And then one day, in Amiens, there was a sort of lull.Hot as hell it was.Not what you think.People think of all that mud and rain, but we was there the live long year and sometimes it was hot and parched.Fucking flies everywhere.Blue and green bellies on them.Fat.Great clouds of them because of the dead bodies.And Captain Leslie comes up to me and he slaps me on the shoulder and he says, "Come along, Perce, we're going hunting." And I say, "What?" He says, "Butterflies", because we're camped on this sort of downland.And there's marigolds and poppies all over, little splashes of colour.I can still taste the dust.Chalky in your mouth and your hair and ..on the Dunlop tyres like white paint, because Terrence had only gone and got us bicycles, the silly bugger.And it was only for a few hours but you could forget, you know, for a bit, everything that was going on.And we came to this sort of lake.It was a crater hole, I suppose, and the water was glass green and clear like a perfume bottle.And Terence, he starts hollering and rattling the bike down to the water and he pulls off all his clothes and in he goes.I follows, and then we go splashing about in our birthday suits.And he's brick red from the sunshine, but not where his shirt's been, so he's got this sort of red face and arms, and the rest of him is He's like a ghost.And after we've swum about, we just lie in the grass and fall asleep.You can hear the buzz of the flies, but they are way off and some of the ones that are closer are butterflies, so that's all right, and I just ..lie there and I watch Terence sleeping and ..his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.And his hair is golden.And the line of his jaw is just sort of ..perfect.Like a draughtsman's drawn it.Like I'd drawn it.And his lips are dark and full and they're like bramble.And all I want to do is bend down and And he opens his eyes ..and squints.And he lifts his hand to cover them so he can see better.And he says, "We'd best be getting back." We all had on us the stench of death.The bread we ate, the stagnant water, everything we touched had a rotten smell.But that day, everything was OK.It was bright.And it was pure, you see? And nobody had seen, had they? I've done my bit.The officer mentioned that.Exemplary service.When he took me aside for a quiet word.And of course, what had Terence and me What had the Captain and me ..got up to? Sweet FA.But someone had seen us and ..they thought, "Hello, what's going on here?" And it's bad for morale and all of that, so I was to be sent elsewhere.And, of course, I didn't get to see the Captain, did I? Because he'd been transferred, too.I was packed onto this carriage ..sweat and tobacco smelling and fellas pushing up against you and shoving for room, and the train gives a great big lurch and then it starts off.I just sit down on the floor and pull me cap over me eyes and drift off.I don't know how much time has passed, but I wake up and it's dark outside.And the train's pulling into a station and in the carriage it's just these little night lights on - bluey.They make everyone look three-parts dead.And the train pulls into the station and it's going slow, like, puffing, like some of them boys in the resus tent.And then, I do see him.Terence.He's out the window, on the platform.Grey coat, hair tucked under his cap, neat.And he's talking to someone.And they must have made him laugh cos there's those little lines in his cheeks again.But he don't see me.So I push through the carriage past the other fellas and it's not easy now cos most have dropped off and I trip over some poor bugger and he curses me, but I make it to the window and I pull down the sash ..and the air outside is warm.And all I want to do is wave.But, of course, what can I say? Um "So long, Captain Leslie?" "So long, Perce." But then he does see me.He glances over, but he's still talking to his pal and just then the train lurches forward.The brakes go on and the blue lights go out and just like that, pitch-black.And all the other fellas in the carriage start groaning and someone says, "Oh, here we fucking go," but all I can feel is my heart beating and the air.And the darkness pressing against the window and my hand gripping the window ledge.And then someone takes my hand.Someone outside on the platform.And it's Terence.And he takes my hand and he just ..lifts it to his lips and he kisses it.There's no train then, there's no troops, there's no war.There's just his bramble lips pressed against the tips of my fingers ..and all the hair on my neck goes up on end.And then the train lurches forward and he's let go of my hand and all the blue lights go on, and Outside there's nothing but steam.Steam and darkness.Next Episode >Queers. 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第一集《The Man on the Platform》看到震撼第一次接触这样叙述式的电影是《爱在黎明破晓前》，台词和男女演技撑起了一部戏，这个小短剧又刷新了我的认知，一直很喜欢英剧就是非常别出心裁真的给剧本大大跪了，这有多考验台词功底，就有多惊喜。

叙述式的对话、独白都非常容易就看的无聊了，就不愿再看下去。

所以这样的剧本出的好就是经典，出得不好就没人买账。

这个剧本好不好简直好炸了，其实很多集中都有一个句子被重复两遍的，像第一集“a certain liquidity of the eye”，这句话一出来，就带给强烈的画面感，眼神的碰撞是最最能传达到人心底的感情，这份情的浓厚，一下就表达出来了，更别说后面关于两个人在一起的场景的描述，那若有似无的暧昧，到最后黑暗中的牵手，火车往前面抖了一下又一下，就像心颤动了一下又一下。

你感受到了吗？

两只灵魂穿过黑夜的碰撞，忍不住掉下了泪。

还有敦刻尔克小哥紧张的传达着自己惴惴不安的心情、同妻奶奶一直在微笑，抿抿嘴角又释然开怀的样子，还说自己很火辣I'd miss you Alice 明明知道丈夫要离开，却还是忍不住期待依赖，解脱啊也无奈吧。

这是传达的感情方面。

另一方面，反应历史。

100年同性恋们的生活是怎么样的？

把每个时期人们碰到的事、心里的状态刻画的入木三分，同性恋要隐藏自己到战争到同性恋合法到婚姻法，他们这一路走的多不容易啊，他们都是一样的普通人啊。

也依旧很感动，在这样一个文明的国度，他们一直没有放弃这个进程，努力的用自己微小的力量撑起了这么大的文明进步！

有好的剧本当然少不了好的演员，第一集！

只有一集把人内心击碎！

本喵对着镜头缓缓叙述，把你当成朋友，诉说自己内心最深的思念，怎么hold住？

我觉得他已经成精了！

后面演员的表演也非常精彩！

敦刻尔克小哥年龄小，但是就是清澈稚嫩的感觉，年轻躁动的心一下就表达了。

Rebecca优雅大方，抿抿嘴角的样子让人觉得真是好委屈啊，但是释然的一笑又让人心疼...最后终于都变好了，幸好大家都没有放弃，对于这个群体，好看的皮囊各种各样，而有趣的灵魂万里挑一，所以找到你爱的人，就千万努力！

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感兴趣的童鞋可以去看看，豆瓣ID同名：Water森，一本杂志公众号。

看完8集，不同的角色去描绘queer群体的生活，非常地立体和多面。

我基于个人情感写一下我自己比较喜欢的E2,E3和E4.E2菲恩和马库斯的一夜，跟我自己的经历有些相似。

在中环的LINQ，我当时在等一个朋友。

由于酒吧里面空气很差很吵，于是我在店外坐着。

过了11点后外面的人渐渐多了起来，我没有跟谁搭讪，就在那坐着。

yeah,quiet bloke in corner.后来好像有个人慢慢靠近我，但是也没有主动说话。

借着酒意我就问他是在等人吗？

于是我们聊了一下，然后就哔哩吧啦地聊了很多，最后跟他回了公寓。

He's my first guy,a new zealand.我还没去看敦刻尔克，但是我觉得菲恩确实把十几岁男孩的娇羞，好奇与可爱诠释得很到位，我在他的自述里似乎看到了那一晚作为一个virgin的自己——犹豫，不知所措，对方很好，给自己的印象也是深刻一生的。

E3还没看之前，有张小狼的图片评论说他的表演so bad，但是我看了下截图还蛮喜欢。

我虽然并不是他的忠实fans，但也确实很喜欢他。

好不容易看到E3，觉得狼先生确实有点用力过猛了。

但是看在第二节的polo衫那么好看就先原谅他了。

直到最后一节，开口的第一句台词就hit到我了。

“两个人如果真的要在一起，确实得先坦诚相待。

”所以其实说他前面的表演太过，其实并不合适。

因为他本身饰演的就是一名演员，一名很想好好当演员的演员。

所以他在这里就是故意用他极度夸张的面部表情去表达他嬉皮笑脸下的more anger.这名演员的生活其实就是很多queer的生活缩影。

有个boring的ex，很心水的simon,bf也许经常去会所，自己是size queen,男友突然说是自己positive等等。

我在看的时候有点感觉这就是一些queer人群的一些特点，非常立体化，所以这也是我倒回去看最多的一集。

S4 很奇特的是，这集题目和背景交代的停留时间都比别的集要快上一两秒，却反而更抓住了我的注意力。

missing Alice，a good title.这是我最快进入状态的一集，当时特别精神还是怎么，但是最主要还是丽贝卡的表演。

很舒服，让你感觉很快就可以跟着她进入状态。

平铺的模式，交代了下自己，然后在教堂遇到了她的迈克尔。

结婚，无性的疑惑，发现，意外怀孕，放开观念，原谅，但是最后他还是离去了。

很平淡但我却全程在听她在叙事，仿佛她坐在我对面。

整集的连贯性最好的一集。

PS : 我真的好喜欢片头片尾曲公众号见啦，沃森！

佩尔塞天生瘦弱，还因为哥哥误食浆果夭折，爸妈将哥哥的名字赐予佩尔塞，总是在他的身上，搜寻故去的哥哥的影子，给他增添了一丝忧郁的气质，再加上之后在惨无人道的战场上，目睹太多的生与死，他变得敏感阴柔，与人群中的众多男子截然不同。

大约十五岁的佩尔塞，在一次陪同父亲出差的路上，在站台碰到了被警察驱逐的王尔德。

不尽的唾骂和冷眼，无数的鄙夷和嘲笑，却让佩尔塞和王尔德在一闪流光的眼神中相遇，认出了彼此与众不同的身份，这应该是佩尔塞第一次正视并认同自己的身份吧？

站台上弥漫着的茫茫的雾气，以及王尔德眼眶中流下的泪水，无疑给这段奇特的经历，蒙上了一层忧伤的面纱。

而这次忧伤的遇见，也注定烙印在佩尔塞心中，难以磨灭。

也注定了他和泰伦斯的相遇、相恋与分离。

一次遇见一段故事的开始第一次和泰伦斯拉近距离，或者说是两人真正的相遇，应该是佩尔塞讲起如同巫术一般的输液，泰伦斯嘴上说着我们都生活在地狱，可是微笑时脸颊上的皱纹，对佩尔塞却像是沙漠中的涟漪般亲切。

在那样迷人的一个瞬间，佩尔塞的内心全面沦陷。

之后泰伦斯不顾自己上级的身份，让佩尔塞直呼自己的名字，应该也是对佩尔塞动了心吧？

这种让下级直呼自己名字的做法，别有一番说不出的亲密感觉。

他们应该感受到了彼此眼中，那种一闪流光的眼神了吧？

并在那种美妙的眼神中，读懂了彼此。

泰伦斯沙漠中涟漪般解救佩尔塞的微笑，如同玉米般金黄色迷人的头发，笑着轻轻撩动眼前头发的动作，无一不吸引着佩尔塞，尤其那句佩尔塞快跟上，简直是致命一击。

是啊，这样一个迷人的男子，多想整个世界只有他和他两个人，他把手放在他手里，任由他牵着，随便去哪里都好，他会一直在后面跟着，可是残酷的世界不允许他这么疯狂，他只能呆立在原地，望着眼中的爱人出神。

一次约会一次亲密的接触闷热躁动的天气，用前女友隐藏身份的烦闷，无尽肮脏的泥浆和恼人的雨水，触目都是横陈的腐烂的尸体，成群结队的恶心的绿色苍蝇，一切都是如此的难以忍受。

可是泰伦斯轻轻拍着佩尔塞的肩，对他说一起去抓蝴蝶，多么浪漫的旅程。

满山的金盏花和罂粟花，蝴蝶在花间翩翩飞舞，两个花季的少年，骑单车穿行在花海之间，耳边是略过花海的芬芳的风，那一刻全世界都不再重要，一切的隐瞒和烦闷都可以一扫而光，他们只有彼此。

如同香水瓶般碧绿纯净的湖水，如同碧绿纯净湖水的两个少年，一丝不挂，完全摊开自我，对彼此彻底坦诚。

在湖水中嬉闹，在草坪上做梦，就连苍蝇的嗡嗡叫，似乎也没那么讨厌了。

他安静地躺着，阳光下他上下起伏的喉结，金黄玉米般的头发，拥有完美曲线的下巴，如黑莓般饱满可口的嘴唇，一切都在眼前，宛如草坪上的一场美梦。

浑身的恶臭，喝的死水，腐烂的气味，把那一天衬托的更加美好。

身体是脏乱的，约会却是纯净的。

一次别离一个难忘的亲吻不经意地被撞见，不怀好意的被举报，在那个残暴的年代，这样美好的爱情，却要驱逐，两个相爱的人，各自发配。

列车即将远去，汗水混合烟草的难闻气味，横七竖八如同死了的睡着的人们，他在车厢中，睁开迷迷糊糊的睡眼，忽然就看到了他，那个他在心中想念无数次的人。

他穿过拥挤的人群，冲到车窗前，刚一挥手，爱人就看到了他，一切是如此的美好。

相遇是美好，离别亦是美好。

仿佛上天也不忍心分开相爱的两个人，车厢颤抖，灯光熄灭，相爱的人两个人终于握紧彼此。

泰伦斯握住他的手，轻轻放在自己的唇边，朝圣般轻吻，在那一刻，世界全都消失，没有火车，也没有部队和战争，只有他神色的唇，紧贴在他的手指上。

之后车子发动，灯光亮起，世界继续往前，他却没了他，周围只有无边的蒸汽和黑暗。

但无论如何，他们终究有了一个完美的结局，往后的余生里，可以无数次重回这里。

怀念一生从此之后，无论在人群中再遇见多少次，如同老道格一样一闪流光的眼神，遇见多少个如同自己的同类，他始终都无法再次遇见他的泰伦斯。

但无论如何，他们的那一次相遇，那一次相约，那一次分离，都注定会在记忆中永远闪闪发光，就像黑夜中闪过的一道光，照亮彼此的一生。

无论这一世的路如何艰辛难行，无论世界如何蹂躏虐待，这份记忆都足以慰藉此生。

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第一集The man on the platform 婉约深邃的情感和第四集Missing Alice 怅然成空的遗憾，细腻得直击人心，只是这种情感的共鸣最终在第七集的时候衰竭，走向不可抑制的诘问：为什么即使在LGBTQ这个本应代表包容的议题里，女性的声音仍旧弱势？

我当然能认同她对男装和男性身份的渴望，但这显然混淆了Les的自我身份认知/Les的刻板印象……你知道什么是解决办法吗？

多来几个女同角色吧！