Tim Come to me. Come to me and we’ll kiss it better.

Nadia Yes.

Tim (to Victor) Sweeties. Sweeties for my little girl.

Tim kisses Nadia’s face.

How’s that?

Nadia Hurts a bit.

Nick Well of course it hurts a bit.

Nadia But it’s feeling better.

Victor feeds Nadia sweets.

Victor Chug, chug, chug.

Nick I look at you. You look at me and you see bitter and ugly, alright then, but I look at you and I see … what is this? What are you? Nothing’s connected, you’re not connected with anything and you’re not fighting anything.

Tim But we’re happy.

Nick Are you?

Victor Oh yes, happy.

Nick And what does that mean?

Tim It means we’re content with what we’ve got.

Nadia And we’re at peace with ourselves,

Tim And we take responsibility for ourselves.

Nadia And we’re our own people.

Tim And we’re not letting the world get to us.

Nick But she’s bruised, bleeding …

Nadia On the outside.

Tim Yeah, you can’t just look on the outside.

Nick And what about you?

Tim What about me?

Nick What about you? Inside you there’s chemicals fighting virus fighting your body fighting …

Tim And if I stay calm …

Nick You can’t stay calm all the time.

Tim It’s an addiction stress, you know?

Nadia doubles up in pain.

Nadia Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Stomach hurts. Shit.

Nick Here … show me. Where?

Nadia Here.

Nick Did he kick you?

Nadia I can’t remember.

Nick Did he kick you in the stomach?

Nadia Yes, I think he probably did.

Nick Oh sweetheart, sweetheart.

Nick kisses Nadia. Nadia pulls away.

Nadia Thank you. There, better now. Let’s go out. Come on everybody, let’s go out. Is Victor working tonight?

Victor Oh yes.

Nadia Victor’s working in a club. He gyrates around in a cage and he’s totally wild. Aren’t you Victor?

Victor Yes, totally wild.

Nadia And sometimes Victor takes his shorts off and everyone goes crazy.

Victor I’ve got a fantastic cock.

Tim Victor’s got a fabulous dick, baby’s arm.

Nadia It’s great Nick, you’ll love it.

Nick No thanks.

Nadia Oh come on Nick. Come on. You’ll love it.

Nick I’m not coming.

Nadia Oh Nick.

Tim If it’s not Nick’s thing …

Nadia Nick doesn’t know if it’s his thing until he’s tried it. He’s got to give it a go. Not too many go-go dancers in prison were there Nick?

Tim You don’t know what they get up to in there.

Nadia Give it a go Nick.

Nick Please. I can’t handle this.

Nadia Handle what?

Nick This happy stuff.

Nadia Nick, everyone’s got a right to be happy.

Nick Well of course.

Tim Even you’ve got a right to be happy. We’re giving you permission.

Victor Yes. Happy.

Nick But I can’t do it. I can’t look at you. I can’t look at the bruises while he gyrates.

Nadia Well of course you won’t be looking at the bruises. That’s what make-up was invented for.