Guy is walking hurriedly down a corridor holding some books. Marilyn tries to catch his arm as he walks by. Marilyn is timid and apologetic. Guy is flustered and cross.

[Marilyn] Guy, can we talk?

[Guy] No Marilyn, I said everything I needed to say last night. I think you need to do what you think is right… I can't help anymore.

[Marilyn] You can't just be so black and white, it's not a black and white situation! You're involved and you need to take responsibility for the decision.

[Guy] I think I've made it pretty clear where I stand. You're young, I'm young, and I've got no time for this now. Christ Marilyn! Neither of us have even left university. You're like some ball and chain around my neck! This would become our shackles, no, your shackles. If you want it you can go to hell!

Guy storms off. Marilyn is left sobbing