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.