"Hello, Robby," said the silhouette in the doorway. "You are a difficult man to reach. I've been following you for days to try to speak to you alone. But no matter what, someone else was always around -- and I didn't think it would be good for either of us if anyone saw us talking. That's why I'm so glad you dropped by."
The stalker was wearing a brown and gray peasant dress that hung down to the knees and stylish, matching pumps. Robby couldn't tell if she was wearing jewelry because of the odd lighting that pervaded the room, nor did he particularly care.
"I didn't exactly drop by," Robby said as the cascading sunlight beamed pins and needles into his eyes. "You kidnapped me."
"He's been moody like that all day, hon," the Japanese doctor told his soul mate.
"I'm so sorry I wasn't here to help, baby, but he's usually really sweet," the silhouette replied. "It must be the concussion."
"You've got to be the most understanding girl on the whole planet," Doc said. "Come give Papa some sugar."
"Mama would love to," said the stalker.
But the six-foot-eight Mama actually had to lift up the five-foot-five Papa by his armpits in order for their lips and tongues to be able to meet.
"The light really hurts my eyes," Robby said. "Please shut the door, Leon."
"I got it," said Doc as he kicked the door closed with his foot without leaving his lover's embrace. The door slammed against the jam, then bounced back open.
Doc's place in the kidnapping finally made sense to Robby. As mismatched as the pair seemed, Doc was Leon's lover. Doc's slight accent that Robby couldn't pinpoint earlier, the one he had heard so often in Hollywood, was the effeminate lilt of a gay man. Yes, maybe Robby should've put it together before, but let's see the power of your deductive reasoning the next time you have a concussion.
But these two were not the typical Hollywood homosexuals to whom Robby was accustomed. Those were all normal people who merely had a different sexual preference than his own -- some nice, some bastards, everything in between. These two, especially Leon, were whacked, and Robby was terrified what they would do to him next.
Leon put Doc back on the ground and closed the door himself.
"I'm sorry, sweetie," said the giant transvestite. "That better?"
"Thank you, Leon," Robby said as he decided to use good manners to cover his utter terror. "Now would you please give me back the battery to my cell phone so I can call someone to come get me?"
"Trick-eee!" Doc said with a playful sarcasm.
"I know this is confusing for you," Leon said as he sat on the edge of the bed and ran his fingers through Robby's hair. "But we do have your best interest at heart."
Robby placed his hand over the transvestite's paw and moved it away as politely as he could, but Leon seemed to take it as a sign that the actor wanted to hold hands.
"But don't you worry none. Me and Dyl--"
"Don't tell him my name!" Doc interrupted. "I told him to call me Doc for now."
"--Me and Doc are gonna answer every one of your questions," Leon concluded.
"Please, let go of my hand, Leon," Robby said as politely as he could.
Leon ignored the request, and instead turned to Doc. "I think we need a few minutes alone, hon. Would you mind?"
"Your wish is my command, baby," Doc said as he started out.
"Wait!" Robby cried.
Doc stopped at the door, and Robby realized he had nothing to say. How do you ask a criminal doctor to stop his murderous-homosexual-lover from molesting you? The mere suggestion that Leon might try something would clearly be a huge insult to the man. And on the off chance that Leon had another agenda, Robby certainly didn't want to put any thoughts in his mind. But all eyes were on Robby now and he had to say something.
"What about my concussion?"
"I'll be in the other room," Doc answered. "And Mama'll will keep an eye on you."
But who would keep an eye on Mama, Robby wondered.
"And if you treat her badly," Doc cautioned. "I'll fuck you up."
With that, Doc left the room and locked the door from the outside.
"Please take your hand off my head," Robby said as the door closed.
"Shhh," Leon said as he began the saga he had been dying to tell Robby his entire life.
"I always knew I was a woman inside. Even as a little boy, I knew I was a little girl. I thought I was a freak. I didn't know there were others like me. I only knew I had to keep what I was to myself -- had to make sure no one was home when I put on Mama's clothes.
"And my Daddy -- he kept pushing me into basketball because I was so tall, but I hated it. From the time I was four he was taking me to the park and teaching me his shit, so when I got to middle school, I was one of the best on the team. But I still hated it.
"What scared me most, though, was I knew it was just a matter of time before the other boys saw me checkin' out their l'il weenies in the shower room. I tried my best not to do it -- I just couldn't help myself. And when they finally caught me, girl, did I take a whoopin'. So I crouched down on the shower room floor with the hot water shootin' up my ass and let them kick the shit out of me. Most of them were half my size, but I let them anyway because I knew there was something wrong with me and I deserved it.
"Till I saw you on TV. It was like you was talkin' right at me. None of my teachers talked right at me, but you did. You said we couldn't be honest with the world till we're honest with ourselves. You said we should be proud of who we are because that's how God created us.
"I'll admit it took me a few episodes to truly bring your message into my soul, but then it was there forever. So the next time I was in the shower -- just me and the point guard, Eddie Jackson, 'cause the Coach made us stay late to run laps 'cause we missed our lay-ups that day -- I wasn't going to be ashamed no more. So I took him."
"You what?" Robby asked in shock because he didn't expect that to be the result.
"I had my way with little Eddie," Leon bragged. "And to this day he was the best piece of ass I ever had. Don't tell Doc, but sometimes when I'm with him, I imagine Eddie's tight little boy-cheeks wrapped around my being. And the way he was kicking and screaming for me to stop -- I'm getting goose bumps just telling you about it."
"Oh my God," Robby muttered softly to himself.
"The Coach ran in to stop me, but I had already finished," Leon went on. "He told the police and my parents and everyone. My Daddy freaked out and my Mama cried and called me names, and I got sent to J.D. -- that's Juvenile Detention."
"I'm so sorry," Robby said in near tears.
"No, you done good for me," Leon corrected, pleasantly. "My life would never have turned out so well if it weren't for you."
"No," Robby sighed. "Please don't put this on me."
"Are you kidding? Honey, even J.D. was great because of you," Leon went on. "They only let us watch one TV show and that was 'School, Sweet School.' They said it was the only show on the air that prescribed good, positive morals and a decent sense of Christian self."
"I thought we did," was all Robby could say. "I really thought we did."
"It was also where I first met Doc. He had blown up his parents' grocery store with the chemistry set they got him. He was small even then, and everyone thought it was funny to kick the shit out of him. He knew karate, but it didn't help because the other boys were so much bigger. They kicked the shit out of me, too, once they found out why I was there. So one day Doc offered to teach me his moves if I'd protect the both of us. That's how I first learned to fight -- why I don't have to be scared when I turn tricks.
"I also met this other boy, Manuel, who got me started on the street so I wouldn't have to go back to livin' with my parents. It's how I paid Doc's way through med school. I don't even HAVE to turn tricks no more. Now, I just do it 'cause I like to.
"So, you see, J.D. was a very important part of my life."
Robby had always felt that "School, Sweet School" lacked the bite of some of the so-called higher quality sitcoms. But at least he had always been proud of its strong moral center and the uplifting life lessons with which each episode ended -- especially as it related to children. But his sense of pride in his greatest professional accomplishment was now gone forever, replaced with the shameful responsibility of a shower-room rape.
"I -- I don't know what to say, Leon," the former star stammered.
"Just say 'you're welcome, Leon,'" Leon replied. "Because this is my way of saying thank you."
"No," said Robby. "I can't say you're welcome because--"
"Because of the last few days, I know," Leon interrupted. "I'll get to that now. When you first walked into my jail cell, I recognized you right away. I just didn't have the nerve to talk to you. I mean, Robby Rockman in a cell with me? The whole time before those skinheads came in, I was just trying to think of something smart to say so you wouldn't laugh at me or tell me to go away. I mean, you're my favorite star ever.
"So when those skinhead bitches started beating on you, no way was this girl gonna let them get away with that shit. But I didn't mean to kill 'em -- not really. I just got carried away.
"And then you laid your head in my lap like an itty bitty baby, and you let me sing Doc's songs to you -- I helped him write them a bit but he did most of it -- and it was the best mother-fuckin' day of my life.
"But then they told me they was gonna give me a life sentence for it. I can't do life," Leon said as he descended back into tears. "It would be that basketball team beating me up all over again, only worse. 'Cause when you know enough to fight back, they just make sure to have enough of 'em to come after you and they beat you to almost death, then wait for you to get better, and then beat you to almost death all over again. I've done federal time before, so I know that's how it is. I'd rather be dead.
"So when that cunt D.A. offered to let me go free if I turned on you, I wanted to die then and there," and his weeping was now out of control. "I can't turn on you -- not you! But I can't go back -- not for life! So I agreed," and he blew his nose. "I'm so sorry, Robby. I was weak and I was scared and how could you ever forgive me?"
"It's okay, Leon," Robby said as he mustered as much sympathy as one could have for their psycho-queen-rapist-kidnapper. "Just let me go home, and I'll never hold any of it against you. If anyone ever asks me, we only met that one time in jail."
"I did better than that for you, Robby," Leon said proudly. "I killed the other witnesses for you."
"Oh my God," Robby said. "Please tell me you didn't."
"It was only four or five bullets total -- nothing I can't afford on a doctor's salary."
"Oh shit," was all Robby could think to say. "Oh, my God."
"So now I'm the only witness," Leon went on, "And I'm never gonna let them hurt my baby. Me and Doc, we have a whole plan worked out where you get off, and I get off, and everybody gets off. You want to hear it now, or should we wait till you're a little better? I know this has been a lot for you to digest so far."
"Listen to me very carefully, Leon," Robby said firmly, realizing he had no choice but to try to take control of the situation. "Here's what you're going to do. You're going to call the authorities right now. You're going to tell them I'm here, and then you're going to tell them what you just told me."
"I can't do that, silly," Leon protested cheerfully. "They'll put me away with all those bad men. I already explained that."
"Leon, what kind of people kill other people on television? Good guys or bad guys?" Robby asked. "Are you a good guy or a bad guy?"
"I'm a good guy," Leon answered. "And God knows it."
"Does he?" Robby countered. "How does God feel about people who kill other people?"
"God loves me as I am," Leon explained defensively.
"Leon," Robby said softly. "You're a murderer and a rapist."
"That's how God made me!" Leon protested. "He loves me as I am! You told me so in our classroom."
"'School, Sweet School' was a TV show, Leon. It taught universal morals about love and understanding that you have twisted around to rationalize violent crimes like rape and murder. Murderers have to go to jail, Leon. It's the happy ending of every TV show. If the bad guys get away with it, it's a sad ending. Isn't that true? You have to turn yourself in."
"Don't say this, Robby," Leon said as he broke down in tears. "Not you!"
"You have problems, Leon," Robby continued quietly, keeping his terror inside. "You've had problems all your life and they've never been solved, so you think you're okay. But you're not!"
"No, that's not true!" Leon wailed. "You said so!"
"I didn't say so!" Robby insisted. "And 'School, Sweet School' never said so. Come on, Leon, call the authorities!"
"No!"
"Do it!" Robby shouted with sympathetic intensity. "This is Mr. Bell speaking. It's your only chance of salvation!"
"No!"
"You need help, Leon."
"Stop it!"
"Serious, psychiatric help--"
"Shut up!"
"I can get you that help, Leon. I'll pay for your help."
"I hate you!"
"No, you don't, Leon," he shot back. "I'm your last hope. I'm your only--"
Before Robby could finish the sentence, Leon delivered a hard, straight jab to Robby's nose. It was the only way the giant she-man knew to shut up his idol. The force of Leon's punch could kill a healthy rhino, and Robby was in the early stages of a concussion. The actor went unconscious upon impact as blood poured out of his nostrils, water leaked out of his closed eyes, and his heart rate dropped down to nil.
Leon immediately saw what he had done, then dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around the actor.
"Dylan!" he cried out. "Dylan, I think I killed him!"
Doc, aka Dylan Kurasawa, M.D., was inside the stinky bedroom in seconds and quickly sized up the situation. He dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around his sobbing lover.
"Shhh, my baby," he said, utterly ignoring Robby, or any medical attention that he required. "Dylan'll make it all okay."
*** End of Season One ***
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