Red Is the Color of Page #6

Well, excuse me

for caring.

You're too big for Stephen.

- Oh--

I am not leaving Stephen.

Carl's a prick,

but he could double

your sales.

I'm not painting in blood anymore.

- What?

Mary.

Hold on a sec-- Mary.

I can't do it.

I just can't do it anymore.

David, don't look at me

like that.

I can't get a single goddamned

gallery interested in my work,

and you--

- And I walked.

Do you know

how much we owe?

Yeah, I'm finally breaking through,

I'm finally getting somewhere,

and you wanna

pull the plug.

It's not like

I'm giving up painting.

It's just that--

What's that?

Oh, sh*t. This sh*t is

driving me crazy.

What's wrong?

- Well,

it won't-- it won't sleep,

it won't eat.

I think I'm killing him.

- It's just a toy, okay?

Oh.

What's that?

- I think he vomited.

You're joking.

Real sweet.

He's barely out of the first grade,

and he's already got

some incurable disease.

David, don't press

all the buttons at once.

You'll-- You'll crush his circuits.

- Let me push!

Don't. You'll--

That's it.

Now where are you going?

My studio.

- Mm-hmm.

Isn't that what you want?

I'm going to paint a big bunch

of really big, bloody paintings,

and I'm going to sell them

for lots and lots of money,

and then we're going

to live happily ever after.

Since when

did you start drinking?

It's beer.

It's only beer.

Shut up!

Excuse me.

I was talking to him.

I was talking to our little... boy.

- Uh--

I was-- Not you.

Right.

- I was talking to-- I was talking to him.

Oh, man.

I'm drunk already.

Ms. Shaw?

Hi.

Fran... Pinkerton.

Oh. Um-- Oh.

I just wanted

to come by to apologize.

I didn't want you to think

that I was being deceitful or--

I totally thought

that you knew who I was.

It's all right.

No worries.

Um, I have someone

waiting for me, so, uh--

I read that article about

your suicide attempt,

and, well, when I was 14,

I tried it.

Same way, actually.

Well, I see it didn't work

for you either.

No. It didn't.

That's a good thing.

Yeah. I guess.

Mmm.

I-- I really have to go.

You could come by tomorrow

in the afternoon, if you like.

We could talk some more.

Oh, I would really

appreciate that. Yeah.

Okay. Bye-bye.

- Bye.

Hey, Mary, did I tell you that

I really, really loved your work?

About a dozen times

ever since we left the gallery.

Would you like

a glass of wine?

Ever since David stopped drinking,

we don't keep any hard stuff around.

Sober-- That's tedious.

No, actually,

it's much better like this.

Although he was what you

could call a happy drunk.

We had some fun times,

but, you know.

- What's he like in bed?

David?

I'm sorry.

Is that too personal?

Oh, well, you know, actually,

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