Red Is the Color of Page #5

Fran, just--

Fran, don't eat

any more sweets, okay?

I know.

That's what my mom says.

She's always hiding

the cookie jar.

She really loves me.

My dad thinks it's funny.

He gives me Tootsie Rolls

when she's not looking.

I had a question about your

artist's statement. Um--

"Mary Shaw has tried

to absolve herself...

by bleeding onto the"--

No.

Fran,

whoever you think I am,

is not who I am.

I am not the one.

Some cosmic occurrence put you where

you were needed, and we found you.

Do you have any, um--

any other hobbies?

I used to draw

in high school.

Really? How-How did that go?

Did you enjoy it?

Well, they told my mother

I had mental problems.

They sent me to the school

counselor, and he said...

my drawings were

unhealthy and obsessive.

And my mother threw out

all my art supplies.

Actually, I've started drawing again.

My family doesn't know about it.

I do it mostly

in public restrooms...

because it's usually

very quiet there,

except for the flushing

and the bodily functions.

But--

Would you like to see them?

Oh. Uh, yes.

Sure.

All of my drawings

are here.

I keep them with me

all the time.

I'm petrified my mother

might find them.

She hates art.

You don't like them.

Uh--

No, it's just that--

Do you draw from

your imagination, or--

Oh, no.

I'm not that good.

A friend of mine works

at the mortuary.

She helps me set

these up after hours.

We just reattach the body

parts when we're done.

Once they're in the casket,

they don't move around.

You don't like them.

- Oh.

They're just, um,

a little, um,

violent.

Whoa! But you--

You've got talent, Fran.

I mean, you're

really quite good.

I have an idea.

Why don't you take your

work down to my gallery...

and show them to-to my

dealer, Stephen Stevens.

He loves to meet young

up-and-coming artists like yourself.

You mean me?

You would do that for me?

Well, yes, Fran.

Why not?

Oh, my God.

This is a dream.

Mary Shaw mentoring me--

Me, Fran Pinkerton.

I-I-- I'm so honored.

Fran, it's really not

a big deal, okay?

I-- I'll go see

Mr. Stevens today.

I mean, why wait, right? I'm trying

to be more proactive in my life.

I read Tony Robbins.

He's a misogynistic pig,

but he's got some good advice.

Well, um, good-bye, Fran.

Um--

You're an angel, Mary.

No. Tequila first.

Then ice cream.

Then chocolate.

Hot, cold, sweet.

Hot, cold, sweet.

It's based on an ancient

alchemical principle of pleasure.

This is absolutely,

really, seriously...

the last one, all right?

- Okay.

To corny, horny Italians.

I, um--

I hear that...

Italian men are

really good in bed.

Italian women

are better.

They understand the

ancient art of cunnilingus.

Julie.

You just love trying

to shock me, don't you?

I'm really not such a prude, you know.

- I didn't think you were.

So you also date women?

Isn't this a date?

- You know what I mean.

Are you? I mean--

You're bisexual?

I don't know if there's

a word for what I am.

Sensualist.

That's a good one.

Have you ever had a serious

relationship with a woman?

I had a fling

with a girl in college,

but it was an all-girl school,

so it was part of the curriculum.

I've never been

with a woman.

Never?

- No.

Ever been curious?

I suppose, as an intellectual

exercise, yes.

What do you think about

when you masturbate?

What? I don't--

That's a tiny, teeny little bit

too personal, okay?

Oh. Um--

You have some, um--

Julie!

Every woman

thinks about it.

We begin by falling in love

with our own bodies.

The softness, the curves,

the mysteries.

The feeling of

our delicate fingertips,

the-- the feeling...

of our tongue

against our skin.

And we wonder, what must it feel

like to do this to someone else?

To make her feel

the things I'm feeling.

Touch the tips of breasts--

succulent, but not our own.

To nibble, lick,

caress another p*ssy.

Julie, I am not interested

in having an affair with you.

Come on, before it melts.

I was just teasing you.

I didn't mean

to frighten you.

You did not frighten me.

I'm just--

I'm very clear--

I'm, um--

I'm a heterosexual.

Of course you are.

That's why we exist,

isn't it? To breed.

Hmm.

I think I'm done.

How about you?

For now.

Well, sh*t, Mary.

What do you want me to do?

Mm-mmm. You're either painting

or you're not painting.

There's no such thing

as kind of--

kind of painting.

I want you to admit that

you're going through a crisis.

Okay, you know what?

This conversation's over. Good-bye.

Where's my egg salad?

What?

- Aren't you the new intern?

I'm Fran Pinkerton.

- Who?

I'm a friend of Mary Shaw's.

Okay. And?

She wanted me to show you

some of my new paintings.

Oh. Yeah.

That's very sweet and cute and all,

but, um, I have a full slate

of clients right now,

and I'm-I'm really busy, so--

Maybe we could do this another

time, okay? Have a great day.

Look.

I've been very busy myself

creating the Bloody Marys.

The Bloody Marys? That's you?

- Yeah.

You've heard of us?

Uh-huh.

Okay. So I neglected

myself and my art,

and Mary helped me see that.

And I'd really appreciate it if you

would look at my paintings, okay?

Yeah.

A minute of your time.

Okay. Don't lose your temper.

I'd be delighted to.

You don't like them.

Huh? Uh--

No, no. Um--

No-- No, that's not it.

It's--

I am a little surprised.

- Oh.

Mr. Stellar,

come see what I've done.

Wow.

Wow.

It's just as if, uh,

I've seen them

somewhere before.

Oh, David, I think Fran meant

them to be similar to my work.

Oh, no, I didn't mean them to be similar.

I meant them to be exact.

If I may be so bold,

I think I've rendered

them perfectly.

I used your catalog.

Did you use blood?

- Of course.

I feel as if

we were one.

Cut from the same cloth.

Shouldered from the same arm.

Chiseled from a single piece--

Ultimately, Fran, we're all

one in some way, aren't we?

No, I meant us--

You and me.

I am your

spiritual sister.

Fran, go home.

Get some sleep.

Uh, you look terrible.

I thought we could do

a two-person show,

you know, after your

new series, of course.

Mr. Stevens said

it could be, like,

an out-of-body

phantasmagoria.

Do you know what

he meant by that?

Because he's very metaphysical,

that guy.

He's very bright

for a man.

I think that he just--

Fran--

Fran?

Fran's all right?

- Mmm.

They had her on intravenous,

but she'll be going home today.

Thanks for checking in on her.

Mmm.

Look, uh,

I know this is going to screw up

your schedule totally,

but I would like to

postpone the show for a while.

I have an idea.

- Mmm?

Would you show

David's paintings?

Actually, uh, this crisis you say

that you're not going through...

that you're going through

got me... worried.

And, um,

I booked a backup.

You did? Who?

- Mm-hmm.

Fran.

Your protg.

Uh-- Wait a minute.

We could call it, uh,

"Mary Revisited,"

or "Mary"-- "Bloody Mary Does Mary."

- You mean those clones?

Those miniature Xerox copies of my work?

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