Red Is the Color of Page #2

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.

Uh, you-- You're from Perspective?

But--

Who are you?

I'm Fran-- Fran Pinkerton.

- Yes?

I'm the president

of the Bloody Marys.

I wrote to you about appearing

at our annual conference.

Well, actually,

it's our first and only conference,

but we're planning on

doing it again next year,

so we thought it would be okay to

call it our annual conference...

as opposed to

just our "conference."

- Didn't you get my letter?

- Fran,

I think we need to stop

our little chat now.

- I can come back tomorrow.

- It was wonderful meeting you, Fran.

Thank you so much for sharing

your heart and soul with me.

I-I feel as if...

the Virgin Mary herself had

appeared to me in a dream...

and-and poured her blood

all over my body.

Hot, thick, red--

Well, uh-- Yes.

I'll save it for next time,

when we can talk some more then.

Yes, Fran. Uh, good-bye, Fran. Good-bye.

- Bye.

Take off your clothes.

I love it when

you get bossy.

Julie--

We don't have

much time today.

Make me.

Come on, Jules.

Catch me first.

If you take one step closer,

I'll scream.

Okay. Okay.

All right.

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