3x06 - Naomi

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[Naomi’s bedroom] NAOMI: Jesus Christ. What the f*ck?

MAN: (Waking up in her bed) Huh?

NAOMI: Jesus Christ! Who the f*ck are you?

MAN: I’m a friend of your Mum’s… I had nowhere to kip. Sweetheart, isn’t she? Even if she doesn’t believe I’m the actual messiah.

NAOMI: Mum…! Mum! (Getting up of her bed) Who the hell does she think she is? This is bloody ridiculous, does nobody understand privacy? I’m naked. I sleep naked.

MAN: Nothing I haven’t seen before. You look like your mum, actually. You’ve even got the same haircut she has.

NAOMI: (Leaving the room) Mum!

[Kitchen] NAOMI’S MOTHER: (Looking at a banana) I can see why you find it offensive…

WOMAN: It’s not just the shape, it’s the skin…

NAOMI’S MOTHER: It’s a very aggressive texture. Positively patriarchal.

Man enters naked in the room, eating and listening to music.

WOMAN: Yes. Definitely patriarchal.

NAOMI: Mum. (Entering) Has anyone ever told you what a complete f*cking cow you are?

NAOMI’S MOTHER: Plenty of people. Look at this would you, love? We’re thinking of banning it…

NAOMI: There’s a man. In my room. In my bed, mum!

NAOMI’S MOTHER: He had nowhere else to go. It’s called communal living, sweetie…

NAOMI: God! You’re so… irritating!

(Taking the banana, eating it, Naomi leaves the room)

NAOMI’S MOTHER: Kids… Immature…

Emily’s waiting for Naomi in front of high school. Naomi hurries up to avoid her.

She sits on stairs, outside.

KIERAN: Hi.

NAOMI: Hey.

KIERAN: (Smoking) I’m late. Am I late?

NAOMI: Course not… Besides, this is hardly an appointment is it?

KIERAN: Kept behind by Cruella De Ville.

NAOMI: And what did the college director want?

KIERAN: To send me on a motivation course… The Feeling Healing Teaching Program’me.

NAOMI: f*ck’s sake!

KIERAN: And guess what? I f*cking hate teaching! So… How’s your mum? Still saving the world one lentil at a time?

NAOMI: Well, you know… Sometimes she’s up. Sometimes she’s down.

KIERAN: Sometimes she’s only half-way up, which is neither up nor down.

NAOMI: And the Mother Nature thing is getting tired. I’ve got 15 people living in my house, and none are paying rent!

KIERAN: Still, can’t be all bad. Made you, didn’t she? Though apparently Fred West’s daughter‘s a charm. Hope for us all, eh? Right so, that’s me. See you in assembly… Our glorious leader has summoned us all. You’re gonna like this…

NAOMI: Like what?

KIERAN: You’ll find out… Just be there, missy.

Students sit in a big room, Naomi joins Pandora and Effy. Effy and Freddie avoid each other.

NAOMI: What’s going on there?

EFFY: Nothing. (Pandora starts to talk) Shut up!

Looking at Cook.

COOK: Then you’ve got the shaft of your penis…

Effy gets up. Emily’s coming.

EMILY: Naomi. Hey!

Light is off.

DOUG: In ancient times before the now. There was an almighty blazing row between two kingdoms tall and proud. How to decide this without blood?

HEADMISTRESS: (Light is on) Right, settle down everyone… Thank you, Doug, fascinating introduction.

DOUG: No… But I’m not finished!

HEADMISTRESS: Yes, you are!

DOUG: Let’s put it to a vote! Bit of theatre, you know… Impact.

HEADMISTRESS: Ok, it’s simple. We want a student president. This will be a… democratically empowered position, for a talented individual, to proactively seek excellence in matters of student representation. And you, my little education consumers, will choose this president by vote. The election is next week so if you wish to stand, please see Doug after assembly.

DOUG: Can I just… I’ve got a whole rhyme worked out for that bit…

HEADMISTRESS: No. Please, no.

DOUG: I just thought you’d like it, it’s a clever pun on Doug, digging, and I’m awfully nasty about the Welsh…

[Corridor]NAOMI: You’ve got to be joking. I’m not going to help run this place.

EMILY: I don’t get it, why not? You really care about this stuff.

NAOMI: What stuff?

EMILY: Equality, environmentalism, feminism, I don’t ever want to shut my mouth-ism…

NAOMI: Great. You’re making me sound great.

EMILY: Come on. Come on, you know about politics, you’re always talking about it.

NAOMI: Emily. We’ve had about three conversations our entire lives. So the idea that you know I’m always talking about anything is ridiculous.

EMILY: (Leaving) Ok.

COOK: Morning ladies. AH, love is all around.

NAOMI: Piss off.

COOK: Naomikins, I’ve been thinking. You should see more cock.

NAOMI: Pardon?

COOK: Yeah… Me and you. We should go to it. Know what I’m saying?

NAOMI: Excuse me? Go to it?

COOK: Yeah. Definitely.

NAOMI: You’ve got about as much chance of f*cking me as becoming the elected Student President of this dump.

COOK: Yeah? Well, I enjoy a challenge.

NAOMI: Yeah.

COOK: Babe… You’ve got a deal.

NAOMI: What? No, no, no, no, no. I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not going to…

COOK: Guaranteed a shag.

NAOMI: What? Oh f*ck…

[Office]DOUG: Name?

BOY: Crispin.

DOUG: Second name?

BOY: No. That’s it sir. Just Crispin. Like Prince, Madonna, Cher, Lemar… Only Crispin.

DOUG: And uh what are your policies, Crispin?

BOY: A tightening of college selection procedure. They let some awful sh*t in. (Door’s opening) Like him, for instance.

COOK: All right, Doug? Is this where you register to be president, yeah?

DOUG: You? President?

COOK: Yeah, man. Problem?

DOUG: Um… No, no… Fantastic a two-horse race! Yes! Let the best man win. Oggy oggy oggy! (Silence) Ok. So just fill the form in.

Naomi is looking behind the door. “Crispin” is leaving the room and makes Naomi fall on the floor.

NAOMI: Oh!

CRISPIN: Girls. Stupid. You’re all so stupid.

COOK: (Laughing at her) I can see your knickers.

NAOMI: You? President?

COOK: Why do people keep saying that? Me, president. You, my sl*ve. Why you fighting it, Naomi? You want it. I want it. Let’s get together and feel alright.

NAOMI: You couldn’t make me feel all right if you stapled your tongue to my clit and stood on a cement mixer.

COOK: Too p*ssy to take a chance, little girl.

NAOMI: See you next time.

KIERAN: I… I was gonna ask you if you wanted a lift.

NAOMI: What?

KIERAN: You know, save your legs. Your wheels. Only if you…

NAOMI: You can give me a lift.

KIERAN: Great. Hang on. (Opening the door inside of the car) Mind the spring.

NAOMI: Where? Oh! This is some automobile you’ve got here.

KIERAN: Oh, yes! Would you believe it only cost me £2.50? And three tokens from the top of Weetabix packets.

NAOMI: Yeah. I really would believe that.

KIERAN: Come on, come on, come on… Naomi. Can you give me a lift on your bike?

[Street] KIERAN: It’s all part of her grand love note to Ofsted. It looks good to have a student president. Will that person have power?

NAOMI: Will they bollocks.

KIERAN: I ran for office once…

NAOMI: Yeah?

KIERAN: Oh, yes. You’re looking at the Workers Unite candidate, Bristol City Council Redland w*r, 1998.

NAOMI: I bet that went well for you.

KIERAN: I got six votes, and I knew three of them personally. But then, buoyed up to my success, I decided to dedicate my life to shaping the young minds of tomorrow. Only to discover that they don’t have minds, only mild jangling things between their ears.

NAOMI: Mild jangling things that are colour-co-ordinated to go with their shoes!

KIERAN: I think you should stand.

NAOMI: What? Why?

KIERAN: Come on. You’re the best, we both know it.

NAOMI: Is that a compliment? Are you complimenting me?

KIERAN: Oh, I’ve got a few compliments in me. Listen, is it my drug problem, or is someone waving at that window?

NAOMI: Oh, God. It’s my mum. Don’t look. sh*t. She’s so embarrassing.

KIERAN: I want to meet this mythical creature.

NAOMI: No! Bye.

KIERAN: Right.

NAOMI: (Coming back, taking the paper for student president) Thanks.

MAN: You want to do something about this, girl. There is matter in the oven!

(Naomi enters in her house)

WOMAN: You are fungal matter!

MAN: This is your job to clean it.

WOMAN: How many feminists does it take to change a light bulb? One. Me. Because I’m oppressed, yeah? You’re oppressing me!

MAN: The Messiah does not oppress, ok? He enlightens.

WOMAN: Yeah? I’ll f*cking enlighten you, you patriarchal prick!

MAN: Jesus does not do fungus.

WOMAN: Oh, really, does he not do fungus? …

NAOMI’S MOTHER: (To Naomi, a baby in her arm) Hey. I was waving! You were with a man!

NAOMI: What is this? Surveillance culture?

NAOMI’S MOTHER: I was just saying. He looked nice.

NAOMI: He’s my politics teacher, alright?

NAOMI’S MOTHER: Ok. Just saying. Nice to see you with a guy. Makes a change. Anyway, do you want to come and help me feed…?

NAOMI: You don’t even know who you’re feeding?! This is our house, mum!

NAOMI’S MOTHER: Yeah, of course it is. I think someone stole the telly from your room. (Naomi leaves) Who are you? Who is this?

NAOMI: Jesus, is there never any peace?! (Emily’s sitting on Naomi’s bed) How did you get in here?

EMILY: This weird guy let me in. Looks a bit like Jesus?

NAOMI: It’s like a game of Christ-themed Guess Who in this house. What do you want?

EMILY: (Giving the paper for student president) Wanted to give you this.

NAOMI: You’re very annoying.

EMILY: Well. You seem to inspire it in me.

NAOMI: (Showing the other paper) Jinx.

EMILY: You’re going to run? Great. I’ll help you with the form.

NAOMI: No, Emily. I don’t need any help.

EMILY: Right. Ok. Well, see you. (Leaving then coming back) Just so you know, my first thought when I see you isn’t “I want to f*ck that girl”.

NAOMI: No. I, huh…

EMILY: We’ve kissed. Twice. It was nice. But it’s also nice just being with you, when you’re not being a prick that this.

NAOMI: Thanks.

EMILY: You should run for President because I think you’d be good at it. It’s that simple, ok?

NAOMI: Ok. Then you should… stay.

EMILY: Thanks. I will.

Later. They’re both lying on the floor.

EMILY: I can just see it now… in lights. “Naomi, get to know me!”

NAOMI: I thought it was quite catchy.

EMILY: Yeah, well, so is AIDS.

NAOMI: Do you think I can do it?

EMILY: I think you can do anything.

NAOMI: Really? I’ve been wondering…

EMILY: Yeah?

NAOMI: What do lesbians… do? I mean, in bed.

EMILY: I know what you mean! But why would I know?

NAOMI: You’ve never…?

EMILY: No. I’ve never!

NAOMI: I mean… Is it all brogues and strap-ons, or…?

EMILY: No! I don’t know. They just do what we do to ourselves. Only to each other. Probably slightly more aggressively. And with, you know oils and stuff.

NAOMI: Oils, eh?

EMILY: Yeah. And stuff.

NAOMI: Oilssss.

EMILY: Yeah. Lots of it. Oils.

NAOMI: Where do you put it? Oils?

EMILY: On salad.

Naomi wakes up in her bed with Emily. She starts to touch her hair, then suddenly understand what she’s doing and gets up.

NAOMI: f*ck’s sake. What are you doing?

Naomi arrives at high school on her bike. There’s a big crowd, Cook’s taking.

COOK: I am Cook! Vote for me! Vote for non-stop partying!

NAOMI: (Joining Freddie) Oh, god.

COOK: Cook! Cook! Cook…

NAOMI: Who’s up there with him?

FREDDIE: JJ. Think I lost him.

NAOMI: What, JJ?

FREDDIE: Yeah, him too.

CROWD: Cook! Cook! Cook! Cook!

NAOMI: Is this about Effy?

FREDDIE: That obvious, is it?

NAOMI: So tell her.

FREDDIE: I did. It should make a difference when someone loves you. Shouldn’t it?

COOK: We love to party! We love to party! (Freddie leaves) Yeah!

CROWD: Cook! Cook! Cook! Cook! Cook! Cook! Cook! Cook! Cook!

Naomi’s walking next to her bike. Emily is just behind.

EMILY: Hi.

NAOMI: Hi.

EMILY: You left pretty early.

NAOMI: I had, um, things to do, you know?

EMILY: Well, I met your mum. She’s nice.

NAOMI: She’s a cliché.

EMILY: She’s a nice cliché.

NAOMI: Is she? (Stops) Emily, look.

EMILY: I forgot to tell you. I made these in anticipation. (Taking a poster with Naomi for president) Cool, huh? I got the message, Naomi. I’ll manage. But there’s one thing, though. Well, you can’t let him win now, can you?

COOK: (from the crowd) Cook before education! Sex before exams!

After. Naomi’s posters are on lockers. She’s giving them to the crowd.

NAOMI: I’m asking for one-to-one tuition to achieve your goals, work experience and…

CRISPIN: (Singing) My name’s Crispin, that’s my name. I don’t like chavs, that’s my game. If you vote for me, like a princess and a pea I’ll free you from their menace. Ah, yeah! A wigada-wigada-whack West Morningside!

Shits of papers are throwing on him.

DOUG: Next up, Naomi.

NAOMI: What this college need is somebody who’ll understand… Council has to mean something.

DOUG: Give a look to the man Cook!

CROWD: Cook! Cook! Cook! Cook!

Naomi is pasting up posters.

Naomi’s standing on a chair in the middle of the room.

NAOMI: Excuse me. Everyone. Can I just…? Can you listen, please?! (Silence) If you vote for me, I’ll make sure each and every one of your voices is heard. I’ll make it my business to get to know each…

COOK: Apples! (He’s getting applause by the crowd of students) Apples and pears! Get your apples! Apples and pears! Apples!

NAOMI: See, this is what you’ve got to decide. Do you want a comedy president…?

COOK: Banana!

NAOMI: You’re such a f*cking joke!

COOK: I’m a joke? You’re f*cking hilarious!

NAOMI: At least I care about something.

COOK: What’s so good about caring? No-one here cares. We just wanna party!

Students are applauding once more.

EMILY: Cook. Any chance you could be a c**t over there, do you think?

CRAWL: Ooooh!

NAOMI: Emily.

COOK: AH! That’s nice. Getting your girlfriend to hold your hand. (Laugh from students) Bit of moral support, yeah? Sweat, isn’t it?

NAOMI: Oh, f*ck.

COOK: Sweet. Hey, Naomi. If I’m a joke, at least people can have a laugh… Caring is over-rated. Do you want to know my slogan? I’m Cook. Vote for me. I don’t give a f*ck either.

CROWD: (Clapping) Cook! Cook! Cook! Cook!

Naomi takes her stuff and leaves.

EMILY: Naomi. Naomi. Naomi, wait. I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry.

NAOMI: Just leave me alone!

Naomi enters in her teacher’s office, crying.

NAOMI: I hate him! He just… He just…

KIERAN: AH, he’s a ball bag, right?

NAOMI: I was such a d*ck. Such a d*ck.

KIERAN: Oh, what’s a bit of public humiliation? I’m a teacher, I’m used to it.

NAOMI: Yeah. People f*ck you up every day.

KIERAN: Yep. Every day. After a while you get to kind of like it. No, I’m serious. There. You look so much prettier when you smile.

NAOMI: I don’t get it. Why are you so nice and all other men are suck wankers?

KIERAN: Oh… Now you’ve got me.

He starts to kiss her.

NAOMI: What? What?! But you’re… Ugh, you’re old enough to be my dad!

KIERAN: Maths was never my strong suit, but I think, you know, not quite!

NAOMI: f*ck! You… f*ck! I thought you liked me!

KIERAN: I do. And I do.

NAOMI: What did you just do?

KIERAN: You wanted me to kiss you.

NAOMI: But I just… I wanted to trust you.

KIERAN: No, you can… (Naomi leaves) trust me.

Naomi cries in her bed. She’s finding a note, writing “Emily slept here”.

NAOMI: f*ck off!

After. She wakes up; Emily’s note is stick on Naomi’s cheek. “Emily” is written on it. She tries to make it disappear, and then takes her phone.

NAOMI: Can we go somewhere? Anywhere.

Emily and Naomi are doing bicycle near the forest. After. They’re in front of a river.

EMILY: Wow.

NAOMI: It’s lovely. It’s a lovely place.

EMILY: It’s one of my favourites.

She stars to take off her clothes.

NAOMI: I didn’t bring a swimming costume.

EMILY: Neither did I. The sun won’t shine forever.

NAOMI: Someone might be looking.

EMILY: Honey, your body ain’t that special.

NAOMI: Don’t look, ok?

EMILY: Fine.

NAOMI: (Taking her clothes off, laughing) I said don’t look!

EMILY: I wasn’t looking, you just…

NAOMI: You were looking. You were perving. You were looking.

EMILY: (Jumping into the river) Come on. Get in!

Naomi jumps too.

NAOMI: Oh, Jesus!

EMILY: It’s freezing!

After. Around fire, Naomi is drinking in the forest. Emily starts to smoke.

NAOMI: You all right, Em? Hello? Hello? You’re deaf or what?

EMILY: You know, that’s the first time you’ve asked me something.

NAOMI: What, today?

EMILY: Ever.

NAOMI: Well, answer it then. You all right?

EMILY: No, I’m having the worst time of my life. The weather’s sh*t. The company’s even worse.

NAOMI: Amen.

EMILY: It’s peaceful.

NAOMI: Yeah.

They hold each other’s hand.

EMILY: Do you wanna do blowbacks?

NAOMI: I never got blowbacks. Why can’t people just smoke the damn things straight?

EMILY: It’s fun. Have you even tried it?

NAOMI: No. But being all seeing, I already know it’s sh*t.

EMILY: Come on. Everything once.

NAOMI: Oh, f*ck it. Go ahead and disappoint me.

They do the blowback. Then, Naomi starts to kiss Emily. Then, Emily kisses Naomi’s neck.

NAOMI: Say something.

EMILY: I’m all about experiments, me.

They take off each other’s clothes, and kiss again to make love finally.

Morning, after. Naomi is taking her bike and is going to leave while Emily’s sleeping. Emily wakes up and sees it.

EMILY: (Following Naomi) Twice! You’re going to do this to me, twice?! Naomi, no! You f*cking stop right now!

NAOMI: What?

EMILY: Don’t you dare leave me in your bed again.

NAOMI: I’ve got to go.

EMILY: I know you, Naomi. I know you’re lonely. I think you need someone to want you. (Stopping to follow) Well, I do want you. So be brave. And want me back!

Naomi is walking away.

Naomi is crying while she’s taking her shower. She dresses up, looking at her in the mirror.

Opening her mother’s bedroom’s door.

NAOMI: Mum? Mum, I know it’s early but…

KIERAN: Naomi.

Her teacher and her mother had slept together, they’re still in bed.

NAOMI: This is my f*cking house!

She leaves.

KIERAN: Naomi! For the love of God! (Following her) Stop will you! I came looking for you, to apologise. (Naomi leaves the house, her teacher still naked behind her) She was here. We got talking. She’s a nice… Naomi, please. I’m a f*cking disaster, ok? I just… I’m lonely.

NAOMI: (Taking her bike) f*ck off!

Naomi is in a classroom, hesitating to call Emily. Doug and the headmistress enter into the room. Naomi hides under a table.

DOUG: Right. Well, these aren’t going to count themselves.

HEADMISTRESS: There’s one thing I want to make clear to you. That boy will not win.

DOUG: Cook? He might win. He seems very popular.

HEADMISTRESS: No, Doug. He will not win.

DOUG: Oh no, I mean… That goes against… I’m totally against that. Totally.

HEADMISTRESS: Don’t you have a career review assessment with me next week?

DOUG: Totally agree. He will not win.

HEADMISTRESS: Right. This is how it will work. Vote for Naomi, this pile. Vote for Crispin, this pile.

DOUG: Someone voted for Crispin?

HEADMISTRESS: (Putting the votes in her bra) Vote for Cook, this pile.

DOUG: Right. Right. I think we’re gonna need a bigger bra.

HEADMISTRESS: Shut up and get on with it.

DOUG: Drum roll, please. Thank you.

HEADMISTRESS: And the winner is… Naomi! Naomi, do you have a few words?

NAOMI: You should have more confidence.

HEADMISTRESS: What?

NAOMI: I mean, your tits are fine. Probably a bit flat, but no need to stuff your bra. (Taking votes out of the headmistress’ bra) Now, I’m not sure, but were these votes counted? (Reading) Cook, Cook, Cook, Cook.

HEADMISTRESS: Naomi. Stop the silliness. Celebrate. You’ve won.

NAOMI: No, Cook won. He’s our president.

COOK: And my first act as President of this school is to declare this riot open!

Naomi makes the ring bells.

JJ: Yeah!

Students are doing the real mess, yelling and breaking stuffs.

KIERAN: So… Where does this go next? Burning all the gym equipment or sh1tting in the College Director’s desk? I tell you, I’d be up for either. I’m sorry.

NAOMI: You’re supposed to be flattered by my intention. But ultimately, honourably, unobtainable.

KIERAN: Yeah. A bit too flattered maybe. A bit too obtainable. A bit of a twat.

NAOMI: Yeah. Maybe. Do you like her?

KIERAN: Yeah. She’s… She’s right.

NAOMI: So go tell her, will you?

KIERAN: Yeah. Sure. Thanks!

Naomi is gonna leave but sees Cook in a room. She comes in.

COOK: I’m looking for three p*rn, two ninja stars and a butt plug that Kieran fucker confiscated.

NAOMI: Think you’ll be expelled for this?

COOK: No. They’ll have to explain why, wouldn’t they? I reckon, when this is over, they’ll try and pretend it never happened.

NAOMI: You’re probably right.

COOK: I only really entered to piss you off, obviously.

NAOMI: Obviously. You ever wish things were just simple?

COOK: Things are simple. I won. Now we get to willy waggle, yeah?

NAOMI: I never said…

COOK: Are you sure? Are you actually sure you never said because… Hang on. I think we should willy waggle. (Naomi starts to kiss him) They all come to the Cookie Monster in the end.

They kiss on table and on the floor.

NAOMI: Cook! Cook! This isn’t right.

COOK: What?

NAOMI: Sorry. It’s just isn’t a goer.

COOK: Fair enough.

NAOMI: Is that it? You’re not even going to try and convince me? Most guys would.

COOK: Most guys aren’t me, babe. You fancy me, I’m cool with it. So there’s obviously another reason why you won’t f*ck me. And it’s probably a good one, because you’re, you know, clever.

NAOMI: (Kissing him on the cheek) You’re a lot nicer than most people think, aren’t you, Cook?

COOK: f*ck you.

NAOMI: f*ck you right back.

She leaves.

Naomi is walking in the street, the real mess of the high school is now in the street. Cars are even in fire.

Naomi is sitting in her kitchen.

NAOMI’S MOTHER: You’ve noticed how quiet it is?

NAOMI: You kicked them out?

NAOMI’S MOTHER: Probably take a few days to clean the place, right? (Sitting) What did you want to talk to me about this morning?

NAOMI: Is anyone here?

NAOMI’S MOTHER: Just some man who seemed to think you wanted him back in my bed. He’s very entertaining for an Irishman.

NAOMI: It is peaceful.

NAOMI’S MOTHER: Yeah. Did I ever tell you how angry I was when I found out I was pregnant with you?

NAOMI: Is this going to cheer me up? Because I need cheering up, ok?

NAOMI’S MOTHER: I’m getting there. I’d met the man of my dreams. I wanted to travel the world, f*ck on every beach in India, be in love, and then I found out I was pregnant.

NAOMI: I can only apologise.

NAOMI’S MOTHER: And you know, your dad turned out to be a shitty little prick, and it was all a little bit rubbish. Until you made my life complete. And actually, rather f*cking wonderful.

NAOMI: I did that?

NAOMI’S MOTHER: I wasn’t expecting it. People who make us happy are never the people you expect. So, when you found someone, you’ve got to cherish it. (Kissing Naomi’s head) Right then. I’ve got an Irishman waiting for me, who says all he needs for happiness is regular sex and potatoes.

Naomi doesn’t move, still thinking.

She rings at Emily’s door.

EMILY: I’m not gonna open the door. My face is all puffy. I’ve been… crying a bit.

NAOMI: I don’t care. (She sits next to the door, Emily from her side, too) I do want someone. Need someone. You’re right.

EMILY: And?

NAOMI: And… when I’m with you, I feel like I’m a better person. I feel happier. Less… alone. Less lonely. (Emily takes her hand by the cat flap) But it’s not as simple as that, is it? Being with someone.

EMILY: Isn’t it?

NAOMI: No. I mean, I don’t know. I mean, I don’t think so. I mean… (Crying) Can’t we just sit like this… for a bit?

They interlace their hands together.

EMILY: Yeah. We can. For a bit.