INT. SOMEONE'S BED
Inside someone's bed. Nadia and Nick wake up and think
about the future.
NICK
I thought we could, today. . .
NADIA
You thought! You thought!
NICK
Yes. I.
NADIA
I think. Sometimes.
NICK
Yes. And you dream. I've heard
you.
NADIA
You shouldn't be listening.
NICK
You shouldn't dream of me.
NADIA
I don't deliberately.
NICK
But you do deliberate. Don't you.
NADIA
Not intentionally. It happens by
itself. . The whole thing. . I
pause. . By myself. . As if
someone, something, some other,
is controlling me, is speaking
me, is listening me, is driving
me, is making me. . . Are you?
Are you making me?
NICK
Not me. I'm a free agent. I live
for myself only. I'm a regular
believer in free will. I speak
and act alone.
NADIA
Who do you live for then?
NICK
Me?
NADIA
Yes. You.
NICK
For you, of course. . . I live
only for you. You are in my
dreams. Like a persistent badger
dreaming of clotted cream
abandoned by an afternoon lawn.
The drains of my affection run
into your basement. You are my
mucous.
NADIA
Muse?
NICK
Mucous.
NADIA
Muse?
NICK
Mucous.
NADIA
Music. The sound of things
becoming disentangled. Like our
lives.
NICK
The way we live them.
NADIA
Beside the tracks.
NICK
The trains all hooting forward is
the rhythm of the day.
NADIA
And the phenomenal crisis is the
rhythm of our nights.
NICK
In bed.
NADIA
Together.
NICK
We are.
NADIA
In bed.
NICK
Together.
NADIA
We are in bed together.
NICK
Why can't we ever speak,
together?
NADIA
Because we are not alone.
NICK
Someone is speaking us.
NADIA
Someone other.
NICK
Someone like you.
NADIA
Someone like me.
NICK
But not you.
NADIA
Someone else.
NICK
A dreamer.
NADIA
Like you.
NICK
Do you always dream of me?
NADIA
No.
NICK
What do you dream of then?
NADIA
Sometimes I dream of the other
who is operating us. . . I think.
. . I think, we are in their
dreams!
NICK
Whose?
NADIA
The one who operates us and makes
us say the things we say.
NICK
There is no-one.
NADIA
There is! You told me, a moment
ago, that you were a believer.
That you believed in the other
who operated us. And now you have
changed your mind. . . Why???
What happened?
NICK
I stopped believing. . . I looked
into your eyes and I stopped
believing. . . That can happen,
you know! It often does. In
films. In real life. People just
stop believing.
NADIA
I love you.
NICK
I love you too.
NADIA
He loves us two.
NICK
The both of us.
NADIA
That's why he speaks us.
NICK
There is no speaker.
NADIA
No microphone.
NICK
Just the sound of the tracks.
NADIA
The screaming metal in the hot
sun.
NICK
Now that's what I call love!
NADIA
L. O. V. . . L. O. V. . . L. O.
V.
NICK
Love.
NADIA
Spoken like that. L. O. V. . .
Love, love, love, love, love.
NICK
If only it was true.
NADIA
It, is . . He makes it all up, so
it must be true.
NICK
To you.
NADIA
True to you. I am. True to you.
NICK
Good. I love you too.
NADIA
He loves us too.
NICK
We all love each other.
NADIA
But does he exist?
NICK
A long silence. . A long pause. .
A long silence. .
NADIA
With no reply.