There is a showing of new work. NATALIE is looking at a
painting on the wall. The CAMERA"S POV is the painting.
BONNIE walks up holding a glass of champagne. She too looks
at the painting at the wall.
What do you think?
It's just so...
Red. A marvelous red. It's so
consuming. But this champagne is
uninspiring. Typical Chelsea arty
Bonnie walks away. HARRY comes up behind her. Natalie is
startled. They both hold glasses of champagne.
(art gallery whisper)
What the fuck are you doing here?
I am an aficionado of art.
What do you think of this?
I am not discussing art with you.
It kinda reminds me of that piece
at the MOMA.
I'd appreciate it if you would
This is all red. The one at MOMA
was all blue.
Neither of them are all one color.
Well, I am standing here, and what
am I looking at... a red canvas.
Just red. I mean really, Natalie,
the artist bought one tube of paint
and sloshed it on.
You are so ignorant. Don't you see
the different brush strokes. How
he twists and swirls his brush,
applying the red so that it creates
a tactile surface. It makes you
want to touch it, not just look at
You are turning me on.
Shut up. And Mr. Klein's piece at
MOMA, the 1961 Blue Monochrome, has
a similar canvas landscape. It is
iconic. Revolutionary to the
contemporary art world. His "open
window to freedom". The
psychological essence of his blue
I have to say, I miss all your
bullshit about art.
Yeah, if you missed me so fucking
much, why did you dump me?
I didn't dump you, Natalie. It was
A temporary departure.
What are you talking about,
Nothing's in life is permanent.
What are you doing here, Harry?
I often come to art openings.
Thursday night openings.
You come for the free champagne.
I had to drag you to galleries.
Right well...Let's just say I've
come to appreciate it.
Don't make me laugh.
Actually, Natalie, it's true.
There you go, trying to break me
down. Well you are not going to do
it this time. I have erected a
concrete wall around myself.
Natalie chugs her Champagne.
Since when did you start drinking?
Since you told me I was boring and
I did not say that.
You meant it.
You were in a relationship with
your career. Not me.
Here we go again. I'm sorry if I'm
serious about a career.
It's because you're afraid.
Your whole life is analyzing the
possible risks and knowing every
foreseeable outcome-and that's your
I have a real job, Harry. I have
to plan ahead. I don't have the
luxury of an actor's life where you
don't have to plan a fucking thing.
A waiter walks by with a tray and Natalie place her empty
champagne glass on the tray.
This has nothing to do with
careers. It's who you are and how
you decide to live your life. You
don't know how to take risks.
Christ Natalie, you're afraid of
Screw you, Harry.
Natalie realizes she is making a scene.
You wouldn't go biking in a Central
Park with me because you were
scared of getting trampled by a
horse. You wouldn't go hiking
because you were afraid of bobcats.
You never even went on the freaking
ferris wheel with me at Coney
Island- and that's suppose to be a
romantic couple thing.
Those are perfectly reasonable
things to be afraid of.
You planned my birthday and didn't
You are just never going to forget
that, are you? I don't like
parties. And I had a work deadline.
You know life's not only about
Oh my god, would you please leave
before I really get angry.
It's about letting go and
actually having experiences, even
if that means taking risks-
breaking the rules sometimes!
I break rules all the time. I just
do it discreetly, Harry.
A waiter walks up with a tray with little canapés. He stands
there offering food to Natalie and Harry.
That's the problem you are discreet
about everything, you are just so
Proper. You think I'm proper?
Which means you think I'm a bore.
You know what... you know what....
Natalie grabs the tray from the waiter and throws it at the
CAMERA - which means she throws it at the painting they were
Everyone freezes. Natalie realizes that she did something
Well, it now has a little more
color than red. It's actually more
Oh my god.
I guess this is not the best moment
for me to tell you I love you.
Natalie likes what she heard, but it is all wrapped up in
what she just did. She does not know what to do. Harry
moves to her and places his arm around her.
CUT TO BLACK.