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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!