Closure
Hobbes gets out of his car and starts to go inside, but he's stopped by our two avengers, here to exact their vigilante justice.
H: Christ, Taylor? What are you doing here? Stalking me? Fucking creeps, get out of here or I'll call the police. C: Not until he gets what he came for. H: What's that? You wanna suck my cock? J: I want you to apologize.
And you know, as crazy as it is what he and Cody are doing there, an apology is not an unreasonable thing to want. Except that of course Hobbes won't give it willingly.
H: For what?
Uh, for real? Did he just ask that?
J: For bashing me. For causing me brain damage and permanent injury. For giving me nightmares every night for two years. For filling me with fear every time I walk out the door. For treating me like a sub-human who doesn't deserve to live.
H: Well that's what you are, Taylor.
Fuck, now *I* want to hurt him.
C: Tell him you're sorry. H: Get out of my way, fagots.
Hobbes pushes past them both to go inside. Cody takes out his gun and gives it to Justin, who goes charging after Hobbes.
"Don't. Fuck. With. Me!"
Hobbes turns around and sees the gun, which of course totally changes everything and turns the tables. He tells Justin to take it easy, and Justin tells him to get on his knees. Hobbes starts to protest, but since as a general rule it's unwise to argue with people pointing guns at you, he does as he's told.
H: There. You scared me, see? Now put the gun away.
Instead, Justin pushes it into his forehead. He's finally getting exactly what he's been looking for this whole time—a sense of power, of not being Hobbes' victim, the way he's felt for the last two years.
J: First say I'm sorry. Say it.
Hobbes starts to cry. "I'm sorry."
Justin makes him repeat exactly what he's sorry for. Then he makes Hobbes suck the gun, and Cody nearly has an orgasm right there. But for Justin, it's like Cody's not even there anymore. This is between him and Hobbes.
J: Now you know what it feels like. The fear that all fagots feel all their lives. Walking down the street. Holding hands. Because of assholes like you! And you know what? We're tired of it.
He cocks the gun, and the train roars past as Cody urges him to pull the trigger, and Hobbes continues to cry.
For a second it looks like he might do it, but then Justin pulls the gun out of his mouth and tells him to go inside. Neither Hobbes nor Cody can believe it. And even though I'm so, so glad Justin doesn't kill him, I find I can never really sympathize with Hobbes in this scene. He's feeling, for just a minute, the sheer terror he caused Justin for months.
So, Hobbes hurries inside his house, and Cody rounds on Justin.
C: You coward! You fucking coward, you let him get away! You had him, you could have had him, but you were too chickenshit!
Justin ignores him, hands him the gun, and walks away. Cody follows, still screaming at him.
C: You could have ended it! Fagot!
But Justin keeps walking, ignoring him completely. He has ended it—both with Hobbes and with Cody. Before, Hobbes was this almost inhuman objectification of all Justin's fears and demons, and here he is reduced to a terrified, sobbing man. Not to say that Justin has magically gotten over the fear, the nightmares, etc. that Hobbes caused him, but Justin no longer feels like his victim. He's had his oppressor in the same position he was—helpless, utterly terrified—and contrary to what Cody says about him being a coward, Justin chooses to be stronger than either Cody or Hobbes. For all his hatred of Hobbes, he shows more compassion than Chris ever showed him, and lets him walk away physically unharmed.
The screen goes to black, and though we hear Cody continue his angry screaming, we also hear what sounds like a sigh of relief.