Harvey Milk:
[answering the phone]
Scotty?
Paul:
I'm sorry, sir. I read about you in the paper.
Harvey Milk:
I'm sorry, I can't talk right now.
Paul:
Sir, I think I'm gonna kill myself.
Harvey Milk:
No, you don't want to do that. Where are you calling from?
Paul:
Minnesota.
Harvey Milk:
You saw my picture in the paper in Minnesota? How did I look?
Paul:
My folks are gonna take me to this place tomorrow. A hospital. To fix me.
Harvey Milk:
There's nothing wrong with you - listen to me: You just get on a bus, to the nearest big city, to Los Angeles or New York or San Fransisco, it doesn't matter, you just leave. You are not sick, and you are not wrong and God does not hate you. Just leave.
Paul:
[crying]
I can't. I can't walk sir.
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