INT. A CORRIE DOOR OUTSIDE NADIA'S APARTMENT

                                   NICK
                         It's just around the corrie door.
                         You go first.

                                   NADIA
                         You go.

                                   NICK
                         You go.

                                   NADIA
                         You're bigger.

                                   NICK
                         You're more . . . .

                                   NADIA
                         What?

                                   NICK
                         Female.

                                   NADIA
                         That means, what?

                                   NICK
                         You think more than me.

                                   NADIA
                         About what?

                                   NICK
                         The things that matter. The
                         things that stick. The things
                         that coalesce.

                                   NADIA
                         You are using my femalenessness
                         as an excuse. To make me go. To
                         make me go first.

                                   NICK
                         Why are you so afraid? What is
                         there to be afraid of?

                                   NADIA
                         You tell me.

                                   NICK
                         No. You tell me.

                                   NADIA
                         No, you tell me.

                                   NICK
                         There isn't anything. There's
                         nothing there at all, around that
                         bend, at the very next moment,
                         you will see, nothing will
                         happen.

                                   NADIA
                         Well. . . Well. . . You. . You. .
                         Go. . You, go, then.

                                   NICK
                         Go first? Me, go, first?

                                   NADIA
                         Yes, you.

                                   NICK
                         I could wait for you. I could
                         watch out for you. I could be
                         your stone. Solidly waiting here,
                         like a gin on rocks. Wavering on
                         the rocks.

                                   NADIA
                         Wavering? You would waver?

                                   NICK
                         I would wait. Stolidly. Like a
                         pan. A pan you could fry fish in.

                                   NADIA
                         . . . Nick. . .

                                   NICK
                         Yes?

                                   NADIA
                         . . . Nick. . .

                                   NICK
                         Yes?

                                   NADIA
                         Let's go back.

                                   NICK
                         Go back?

                                   NADIA
                         Yes. To where. .

                                   NICK
                         Yes to where.

                                   NADIA
                         To where we became from.

                                   NICK
                         We can't go back. It's too late
                         to stop now. We must go forwards.

                                   NADIA
                         Around the corrie door?

                                   NICK
                         Yes. We could find a way out of
                         the apartments and meet some
                         other people. . . People with
                         grins.

                                   NADIA
                         And visions.

                                   NICK
                         And feet.

                                   NADIA
                         And minds.

                                   NICK
                         And tongues.

                                   NADIA
                         And imaginations.

                                   NICK
                         And penisessess.

                                   NADIA
                         And lofty dreams.

                                   NICK
                         And bums.

                                   NADIA
                         And admirations.

                                   NICK
                         And a need to know who invented
                         cheese.

                                   NADIA
                         We could be like them.

                                   NICK
                         We could be free.

                                   NADIA
                         We could be wild.

                                   NICK
                         We could explore the highway.

                                   NADIA
                         And the slope.

                                   NICK
                         The tar macca dam macca dam.

                                   NADIA
                         We could go everywhere that
                         people do. And be like people
                         everywhere.

                                   NICK
                         Who spit.

                                   NADIA
                         And swear.

                                   NICK
                         Who never have to wonder like we
                         do.

                                   NADIA
                         Of what's outside the corrie
                         door. . . I'm going to go. . .
                         I've made up my. . . I've made up
                         my. . my. . my. . .

                                   NICK
                         Mind? You've made up your mind?

                                   NADIA
                         I've made up my bed, so I must
                         go. Around the bend. I, am,
                         going.

                                   NICK
                         Around the bend.

                                   NADIA
                         Yes. I am. Here I go. Are you
                         ready.

                                   NICK
                         As ready as an ever green.

                                   NADIA
                         Well catch me then. . Catch me if
                         I fall. . Catch me if you can. .
                         Here, I, go. . One, big, jump. .
                         . Ready? . . . . . Nick? . Ready?

                                   NICK
                         Yes. . But wait! . . Let me
                         think.

                                   NADIA
                         Think? Think? Think about what?

                                   NICK
                         About you. What might happen when
                         you're gone.

                                   NADIA
                         You will still be here. Waiting
                         for me.

                                   NICK
                         I will still be here. Alone.
                         Waiting for you. Alone. I, will,
                         be, alone. Waiting for, you.

                                   NADIA
                         Yes. And I will be waiting for
                         you. On the other side. Waiting,
                         for, you.

                                   NICK
                         We will not be together.

                                   NADIA
                         We will be alone.

                                   NICK
                         Both alone.

                                   NADIA
                         But not together.

                                   NICK
                         Not alone together.

                                   NADIA
                         Alone alone.

                                   NICK
                         We must be mad.

                                   NADIA
                         To think of splitting up.

                                   NICK
                         Nuddia. . . .

                                   NADIA
                         Yaaaaaaa?

                                   NICK
                         Nuddia. . . .

                                   NADIA
                         Yes.

                                   NICK
                         Let's go back inside.

                                   NADIA
                         Inside?

                                   NICK
                         Yes. To where the walls are. The
                         ones we know so well.

                                   NADIA
                         And go to sleep.

                                   NICK
                         Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. In each others
                         arse.

                                   NADIA
                         Arms?

                                   NICK
                         Arse!

                                   NADIA
                         Arms?

                                   NICK
                         Arse.

                                   NADIA
                         In each others arms. Where the
                         walls are like blankets and wrap
                         us round.

                                   NICK
                         Let's go inside. Tomorrow. . .

                                   NADIA
                         There will always be another. . .

                                   NICK
                         Corrie door.

                                   NADIA
                         Corrie door.

                                   NICK
                         But there will never be another.
                         . .

                                   NADIA
                         You.

                                   NICK
                         You.

                                   NADIA
                         You.

                                   NICK
                         Me.

                                   NADIA
                         Me.

                                   NICK
                         Me, and, you.

                                   NADIA
                         You, and, me.

                                   NICK
                         Against the word.

                                   NADIA
                         Against the corridor.

                                   NICK
                         You said it.