Red Is the Color of Page #6

- "Mary Cloned."

That's brilliant.

- You're serious? You're serious?

Oh, my God-- Stephen.

Oh. That must be, uh, Paula.

You should fold this.

Hey, Paula,

I'm out the door right now.

Okay, bye, Mary.

But she copied me!

Oh.

Hi.

- Good morning.

You know what I think you should do?

- What?

Take a vacation.

My friend has a house in the mountains.

You can go stay there.

I mean, it's minuscule, but

there's a great view of the trees.

And I can come up

and cook for you.

You cook?

- Yes, I cook.

I'm shocked.

You really think that...

I spend my days masturbating

and dousing myself in essential oils?

That's your own fault. That's what you

want people to think about you, isn't it?

How astute of you, Mary.

Well,

I'm turning over a new leaf.

I'm going to be very serious.

Just takes a little practice.

What's wrong?

Your head hurt?

Um, yeah.

I should get an aspirin

or something.

I know some headache

pressure points.

Uh--

Ouch!

It's supposed to hurt.

Everything good for you

hurts a little.

Is that so?

- Yes.

Oh. Oh.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

That's great. Oh!

Yeah, just--

Do you know what?

Forget cooking for me.

Just massage me all day long.

I'd pay a fortune

for hands like yours.

Well, I'm not about

to part with them.

We could negotiate

a temporary release.

Mm-hmm.

Mary?

Oh, wait.

No, no. Uh--

Oh, no, no, no, no.

I wasn't, um--

I'm s-- I didn't mean

to make you think that--

I wasn't leading you on.

I--

I like you Julie,

but I--

I'm married, Julie.

He-- He doesn't love you.

You can't say that.

Don't-Don't say that.

You don't know that.

Mary, I love you.

I don't know how this happened,

but... I love you.

You hate me, don't you?

- No.

No, Julie--

I like you so much.

- I mean, you're not going to--

What if it was good

between us?

What if it was

really good?

Wouldn't you wanna...

find out?

Julie, I mean, love is so

much more complicated...

than just... sex.

I-- I wasn't talking

about sex.

Forget it.

Oh. Um--

Oh, man.

Where's it--

Pogi?

Where's it--

Where's it coming from?

Somewhere around here.

Where is he?

Here he is.

He's blinking a lot.

Never seen that before.

- Me either.

What does it mean?

- I don't know. Where's the manual?

Well, I don't know.

- Um--

Oh. Here it is.

Sh*t.

It's too late.

He's dead.

- Did you kill him?

Me?

- Well--

Come on. I thought we were

both responsible for him.

Look in the index, David. Look.

- Mary, come on.

Maybe we can start all over-- get a new

battery, or reprogram him or something.

Look, David. Hurry!

- What do I look under? Reincarnation?

He's gone-- Give it up. Come on.

- No, he's not.

I don't want to give it up. I do

not want to give-- I want it to work.

Please make it work, Dav--

Make it work, David.

Oh, sweet Lord.

- Please, just do something. Please.

It's a toy, for God's sake!

It's a piece of sh*t.

It's a toy.

You can't say that.

David, what are you doing?

You can't throw him away!

What--

Oh-- For God's sake!

Give it up!

You're driving yourself crazy

with this sh*t. It's a f***ing toy!

You never wanted one, did you?

- What?

You say you do,

but you don't.

If I was really pregnant, you'd want

me to get rid of it, wouldn't you?

Oh, Jesus! You don't want

to go there right now.

Let's not do this, okay?

- You'll never be ready, will you?

We'll never have enough money and

we'll never have a real family, will we?

Why do you even

stay married to me?

What's the point?

Or is it because I'm the

only one paying the bills?

That's really convenient,

isn't it?

I mean, any guy

would be f***ing crazy--

f***ing crazy--

to give up this setup.

Oh, David, I'm-- I'm just so tired.

I'm gonna go lie down,

okay?

Thanks.

Don't paint her.

Who do you want me to paint?

You?

Do you know

what you want?

Uh--

I'll come back in

a few more minutes.

David.

Lemonade.

But only if

you squeeze it fresh.

And lots of sugar.

David?

Listen to this.

This is insane.

"...and awash in the Baroque

paintings of Mary Shaw,

"the work of Fran Pinkerton

has exploded into the art world...

"with much more fire,

more promise,

"and more content

in its message...

than the original seed

from which it was sprouted"--

"Original seed"?

What am I, a pod or s--

Oh, hi.

- Hey.

I was-- Where's David?

Um--

Listen to this.

It's about Fran, right?

Um--

"Pinkerton's art goes

far beyond replication,

beyond reinterpretation"--

I mean, try Kinko's.

"To call it a layer removed from

reality would be too obvious.

"Pinkerton's genius lies in

the distortion of the world...

"as the artist sees it into

a distinct and separate plane,

"a plane which exists

simultaneously...

in a Star Trek-ian

time-space continuum."

Wow.

Is David, um,

in the bathroom?

I need something to drink.

Would you like something?

David?

Mary?

Please-- Please don't--

- Shut up, Julie.

Mary, it's me.

I'm f***ed up.

I don't want to hear it, okay?

Mary-- Mary, wait. Mary!

- No. I, um--

Let go of me, David!

Don't touch me!

Mary, please!

Don't you ever touch me again!

Mary!

F***!

# Hide, hide by my side #

# Cool wind in your hair #

# Will you be as bright #

# Or everybody's to share #

# Or everybody's to share #

# Hide with me #

# Far out at sea #

# Hide away #

# Stay, please #

# Stay #

Hi.

Um-- Hi.

Where have you been?

I've been walking.

I was here earlier,

and you weren't here and--

I-I just got in.

I've been... cleaning.

I was just really worried.

I went--

I went walking.

Kept thinking

about... color.

I was trying to replace all

of my thoughts with color.

But everywhere I looked,

everywhere I turned,

all I could see was red.

And all I could feel

was hatred and rage and--

I went to the park,

lay down in the grass.

Suddenly, I heard this voice

inside of my head going,

"Enough. That's--

That's enough."

Something shifted

inside of me,

and everything

looked different.

I want to feel the way

I felt in the park, David.

I want to feel that way

all the time.

I haven't done that

since I was a child.

I used to lay there...

and look up in the sky.

Dream that my prince

would come and rescue me.

Make me happy.

I'm not doing a very

good job of that, am I?

It's not your job.

I'm really sorry.

Would you come here?

# What can I do

What can I say #

# For you to come my way #

# And make you stay until the

morning and throughout the day #

# And when the night comes

you will see #

# That we're meant to be #

# Engraving our names in the

bark of the eucalyptus tree #

# Calling out for love

in the universe #

# Writing our names

in the stars #

# So when the morning comes #

# You'll know just who I am #

# Sing and dance

and finding life #

# Do what you will

with your soul #

# You would pray for me

to stop and let you go #

# And you will beg for me

to let you go #

# And when the night comes

you will see #

# That we're meant to be #

# Calling out for love #

# In the universe #

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