Red Is the Color of

Hello?

Blue, I'm in the middle

of something.

I don't know. Did you--

Did you check under the sink?

I did ask you to

get some yesterday.

Okay. Uh, I'll--

I'll get some on the way back.

Later. I'm in the middle

of something.

Bye. Bye.

Wait. I just--

I just wanna talk to you.

I made this for you.

Don't you want it?

# Angel, you make me glad #

# Sometimes, you make me sad #

# Don't be bad #

# Make me happy #

# Make me mad #

Julie.

I'm sorry.

I'll be good. I promise.

- No. Forget it.

Let's call it a day.

- No. No, I'll be good.

I'll be so good.

- How good?

I'll, uh, hold my breath.

How long?

David! Oh, my God.

I've run into this woman.

She-- I didn't run into her.

She was waiting

outside my studio.

I don't know--

How do they know where-- where I work?

I-- I got really scared this time.

- Let's call the police.

Oh, I've called them so many times,

they think I'm the crazy one.

- Hi.

- Hi.

I'm interrupting your work.

- I was about to wrap up anyway.

Oh. Uh--

No. No.

Don't, uh-- Don't stop

because of me.

I'll, uh-- I'll just hang

out in the bedroom until, uh--

Uh--

Sh*t!

Oh, sh*t! Sh*t!

David!

It's your grandmother's vase.

I'm so sorry.

Don't walk in here barefeet, okay?

Got most of it.

Go ahead and get dressed.

I was just getting

some water.

Would anybody

like some water?

No? Okay. Um-- Hmm.

So that's your wife?

- Yes.

What an interesting woman.

- Oh, yeah, she is.

- And very pretty.

- Yes.

She is.

You don't wanna paint

anymore, do you?

No.

Tomorrow? Again?

Paint me? Yes?

Yes.

So I'll see you tomorrow,

freshly bathed and scented, waiting

for your singular observation.

Sir.

Julie?

- Yes, David?

Did I give you a check?

Yesterday-- I-I-- I gave it

to you yesterday, didn't I?

All right. Sorry.

So that's Julie?

Yep.

She seems nice.

- Mm-hmm.

And very pretty.

Mmm. Well, yeah.

- You're happy with how it's going?

- Oh, yeah.

Good. That's good.

I bought something for you.

Actually, it's for us.

It's a game.

It's a little silly,

but I just couldn't resist.

I read about this couple who--

No, actually, there was two couple--

No, three, and they had a competition--

- Cut to the chase.

I hate it

when you say that.

It makes me feel

superfluous.

You are anything

but superfluous.

Prove it.

Mm-hmm.

- Ooh.

So what's the game?

Oh.

Up on the shelf,

behind you.

This... green thing here?

His name is Pogi.

For the next month, we'll have

to feed him, educate him...

and take care of him

when he's sick.

He's sort of a...

rehearsal child.

You can't be serious.

He's from Japan.

Oh. I see.

And, uh,

what do I get

if I keep this thing alive?

I buy you dinner.

- Fair.

How many men would agree

to, uh, raise a Pogi?

Um, none.

Only you, Mr. Blue.

Ooh.

- Ooh.

Oh. You always win.

Open up.

Good-bye!

- Good-bye!

Hello.

David, hey, um--

You look good.

I got a friend

I wanna hook you up with.

His name is Carl Marx.

Really.

He owns Spew Gallery.

David, that's a great gallery.

You should show him your work.

I can set it up.

Mmm.

- I'll think about it.

Oh, you'll meet him.

He'll meet him.

I said I'd think

about it.

I gotta get going.

It was good to see you, Stephen.

You forgot something!

- Later.

Mary.

Bye, Blue.

Bye, Red.

Take care, Stephen.

I have this bizarre,

recurring fantasy.

I imagine David breaking

into a morgue and having sex.

Mm-hmm. With you?

With dead people--

Dead women.

And I see him pulling out

all of those tables--

you know, the ones that sink

into the wall like-like drawers...

where they keep

the cadavers.

And there's this woman.

She's always blonde and very thin,

very young,

and very dead.

Mmm. How young?

Very young.

Anyway, he's being

really careful,

you know, not to rip out

the sutures while he's,

you know,

humping her.

And--

How am I to compete

with a dead 15-year-old?

How often do you have

these fantasies?

Um, mostly when

we're having sex,

so not very often.

It kind of gets in the way

of my concentration, Stephen.

I can see how that could happen.

Got anything to eat?

All we have is cookies.

Macadamia-chocolate chip

and cranberry oatmeal, I believe.

Do you think I'm warped--

about the dead girls?

No! You would not believe what

I think about when I have sex.

Did David see that shrink

I recommended?

Stephen, I'm not supposed to look at that.

- Then don't look at it.

Well, this is definitely

not a corpse.

She is attractive, isn't she?

- Uh-huh.

What?

- Nothing.

What was that "uh-huh"? What?

- Uh-- Uh--

You're being paranoid.

- I'm being paranoid? Paranoid where?

No. David's not

having an affair.

What made you say that?

- I know how you think.

No, you don't.

- Yeah, I do.

No, you don't.

Yeah, I do. David is totally

and absurdly devoted to you.

You're right.

It's just, uh--

I found a pair of underwear under

my bed, and they're not mine.

Ouch. Well--

Don't make any assumptions.

There are women dressing and

undressing here all the time.

It's not outside the realm

of possibility that--

Why do you have a tissue

stuck up your nose?

I keep getting

these bloody nosebleeds.

I need to get cauterized

or something.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

We can use these

for the invitations.

Stephen?

- Uh-huh?

Give me back

my tissue.

No. Wait. Am I gonna be able

to come to your studio tomorrow?

Not yet.

- Yeah? Are you gonna cancel the show?

Tell me n-- Ow!

- No.

Not going to cancel it.

I'm warning you.

If I don't get

a first painting by Friday,

I'm gonna dig a maxi pad

out of a Dumpster,

and I'll frame it

and I'll sign it Mary Shaw.

Are you listening to me?

- Oh, yeah. Yeah.

You're not having another prolonged

existential crisis, are you?

- I don't think so.

- Good. 'Cause I don't think I could handle that.

You're drinking.

Just a glass.

I thought you had an interview.

- I do.

Four ounces of alcohol

is just enough...

to make me forget

how much I hate interviews.

Hello. Uh, I'm Mary.

I wasn't expecting you

until 3:
00,

but here I am and there

you are, so please.

Yes.

- Come in. Would you like something to drink?

Say you're born a tiger.

You're beautiful,

elegant,

regal, majestic, poetic.

Universal symbol

of strength and wisdom.

What happens?

People shoot you...

to capture your essence,

to participate in your drama.

That wonder, that...

"tigerness."

- Uh!

- I look at your work,

and I see death,

I see horror.

I see the fight against injustice,

against inertia.

The-The glorious scream

of hell.

I see agony, ecstasy,

the battle of opposing energies,

of destruction

and creation.

I-- I see the primal force

of female rage--

You do?

- Yes.

I--

I'm overwhelmed with emotions

I can't even express.

Uh, what--

What else do you see?

As I was walking

up the stair,

I met a man

who wasn't there.

He wasn't there

again today.

I wish to God

he'd go away.

Well, e-excuse me.

Hi. You must be Mary.

I'm Paula Krinsky

from Perspective.

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