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INT. NADIA'S APARTMENT - EARLY MORNING Nick enters the apartment. Nuddia wakes up when she hears him enter and the door close. NADIA Where have you been? NICK Gone. NADIA Gone. . Where? NICK Outside. NADIA Right outside? You went right outside? NICK Right to the limit. NADIA How far? NICK How far is the limit? NADIA . . . That's a good question. I wish I'd thought of it. . . Nick. NADIA . . . Nick? NICK Yes. NADIA What's it like, . outside? NICK It's round, and there are people there. NADIA What kind of people? NICK People like us. NADIA Like us? NICK Yes. NADIA Do they speak like us? Do they dream like us? Do they walk like us? . . . . I mean, . Are they really real, like us? NICK They are like us, except they're natural. NADIA What does that mean, 'natural'? NICK It means that when they cry their tears have salt, but when they laugh there is no after. NADIA No ever after? NICK No. NADIA Oh, . . . how I wish, . . . How I wish I was natural, out there, with them, where the sun, where the sun shines, where everything is happening. Instead, here I am, in here, where the happening is full of thought, not natural at all, not, natural, I am, not, natural. NICK Don't be hard on yourself. You have me. And I have you. NADIA And we have each other. NICK And I have you. NADIA . . . . But, is it really natural? Is it natural to want, is it natural to learn? NICK Anyone can do it. NADIA That, is precisely, what, I, mean. . . I mean, if no-one taught them anything, they would know nothing. I don't call that natural. Do you? NICK I call that, 'sport'. NADIA Sport? NICK Playing with something until it bursts. Watching your socks boil. Listening to the ticking of the clocks. The afternoon is like a prison. NADIA But the morning is a rose. NICK A rose. NADIA A rose. NICK By any other name. NADIA . . . Nick. . . Nick. . . . NICK Yes. NADIA Come to bed. NICK I just got up. I walked around. I talked about the world. To another, another man. Someone on the outside at least. NADIA So you cannot go to bed? NICK Is that a question? NADIA A kind of question. It's more of an invitation. Come to bed. Listen to me. Listen to my heart. Listen to my breath. Listen to my womb. NICK And what about your mouth? Can I hear that? NADIA Can you? NICK Can I? NADIA Yes, you can. You can hear anything I give you permission to hear. That's how we function in here. We're almost natural. NICK Like a worm. NADIA Like a sperm. NICK Like a word. NADIA Like a spade. . . Are you coming then? NICK Coming where? NADIA To bed with me. Inside of me. The heart of me. Are you coming too? With all the others. NICK I think you're talking about the ones outside. The other ones. Who think they're natural. NADIA We could be natural too, if we practise. If you come to bed. NICK If I come to bed. NADIA I will be natural. If only for you. NICK If not for me. NADIA We could be natural. And unambiguous. NICK We could be like them. NADIA The pigs? NICK . . Snort, snort.