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!