INT. A LARGE STUDIO - AFTERNOON
A large studio with high windows. There is an impressive
view across the outskirts of the city. A green forested
area with a river beyond. Nick is working at a large table
when Nuddia comes in. He doesn't hear her come in and he
carries on working.
NADIA
Hi Nick. . . . . . . . . Hi Nick!
NICK
Oh. Hi.
NADIA
What are you doing?
NICK
I'm painting.
NADIA
Do you call that art?
NICK
Yes. I call that, art.
NADIA
Anyone could do that, couldn't
they?
NICK
Yes, I suppose so. If they wanted
to. If I let them.
NADIA
Would you let them?
NICK
No.
NADIA
Why not?
NICK
I'm the one doing it.
NADIA
Aaaaaa! I like that bit. What is
that?
NICK
It's a dog. It's a dog with a
bone.
NADIA
It's a dog with a bone and a
Platonic symbol.
NICK
Yes. It's man's best friend. . .
.
NADIA
So you call that art, do you?
NICK
Yes. I do.
NADIA
A twelve year old child could do
that.
NICK
Which one? Which twelve year old
child?
NADIA
I don't know? Pickasso, probably.
NICK
Pick ass O? Who's he?
NADIA
He's a dead man.
NICK
Is he twelve?
NADIA
Can you be dead and twelve at the
same time?
NICK
I don't see why.
NADIA
Not.
NICK
No, I don't see why not. . . . .
NADIA
Have you seen the sun?
NICK
Yeah.
NADIA
Have you seen the sun above the
trees beyond the river?
NICK
Yeah.
NADIA
Have you seen how the river bends
against the sky?
NICK
Yeah.
NADIA
Do you want a coffee?
NICK
Yeah.
NADIA
Do you want anything else?
NICK
Yeah.
NADIA
What else?
NICK
Anything else.
NADIA
Like what?
NICK
Anything not the things you
previously mentioned. . . . .
NADIA
Nick? . . .
NICK
Yeah?
NADIA
. . . . Nick? . .
NICK
Yeah.
NADIA
Do you think they will say the
same thing about us when we are
dead?
NICK
Say what?
NADIA
Say what?
NICK
Say what?
NADIA
Say that anyone can do that. Say
that anyone can do what we have
done. In the same way, with the
same tones.
NICK
Tongues.
NADIA
Tones.
NICK
Tongs.
NADIA
Tones. . . The same under and
over tones too. Anyone could be
just like me and you, after we're
dead.
NICK
No!
NADIA
No?
NICK
No.
NADIA
Why? . .
NICK
We cannot die. . We have too much
to lose.
NADIA
Too much to lose, and too much to
say. That's the way to be
immortal. . . Do you believe in
rin carnation?
NICK
Pin carnation?
NADIA
Re in car nation, the
transmission of the soul from
body to body.
NICK
No, . I don't believe in bodies.
NADIA
Where were we before, then?
NICK
Before we were here?
NADIA
Yes. Do you remember?
NICK
No, I'm drawing. I'll think about
it later. . When I have something
to go on.
NADIA
That reminds me of a song my
mother used to sing.
NICK
How does it go?
NADIA
Like this. . .
NADIA
Don't sit down, on me old pin
cushion. . .
Don't sit down, in me dusty draw.
. . .
Don't get stuck in me old
transmission, .
Or you won't see me, before,
before. . . . . .
Before you was come, there was no
hereafter. . .
N when you go, theirll be no
cream cake. . .
Remember now, what yer old mum
tells you. .
So's you don't go makin, the same
mistake. . . .
Don't go makin, the same thing
double. . .
Don't go makin, yer apple plain,
. . .
If you value, your rootiebaygo. .
.
Keep it simple, n yer wax won't
wane. . . . .
NICK
That was, . . . That was, . . .
NADIA
That was, . . .
NICK
Fru tasstick. It reminded me of
fruit. . . It almost made me cry.
. . Like a bitter alminned. . .
Only you can do that, to me. Only
you.
NADIA
Can do that.
NICK
To me.
NADIA
You, do, that.
NICK
To me. . . .
NADIA
Nick? . . . . .
NICK
Yes?
NADIA
. . . . . Nick? . .
NICK
Yes.
NADIA
Are you crying? . . . Do you want
that coffee now?
NICK
. . . . Yes!