Cassandra's Dream Page #10

I just need the pill. Christ,

I can't even get a decent night's sleep.

All right.

My car didn't have that dent

when I brought it in.

- It had to have been there. Nobody's touched it.

- No, you put a dent in my car.

- How the hell would I dent it?

- I don't know.

What's going on?

There's a dent, look, in my car. Someone's driven my car.

- Will you shut up? What are you accusing me of?

- Someone has to have driven it.

Look where you point your finger.

It could get broken.

- Calm down. Calm down.

- Get your hands off me.

Sorry, Mr. Finn.

Just give us a minute.

I'll sort out

your bodywork for you.

I need a word with you.

What the hell's the matter with you?

Look, I'm not at all pleased with the way

things are going around here lately. All right?

Hey! There's another one here.

Yeah, I miss you too.

Nobu. Yeah, I made

reservations for after the show.

Who's that?

Look, I'll see you later. All right? Bye.

- Hey. Are you all right?

- I need to speak to you.

Well, I wish you'd called first. I'm expecting

some guys over for a conference call.

I'm having bad thoughts.

What kind of bad thoughts?

We did a terrible thing, Ian.

- Oh, Jesus, can you just get past it?

- I'm trying.

- I should never have let you talk me into it.

- I didn't.

Terry, you needed his help.

Loan sharks were gonna break your legs...

and maybe even Kate's as well.

But Martin Burns...

we stepped on him

like he was an insect.

Look, Terry,

I can't discuss this now.

I've got two guys and a transatlantic

conference call coming up.

I can't go on like this.

Let's talk about it later.

Why aren't you at the garage?

- I got let go.

- What does that mean?

The boss said,

uh, I-I should take some time off.

He thinks I've been under a lot of strain

lately. Thanks for denting the Jaguar.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I forgot to tell you.

Look. You've gotta relax. All right?

Lay off the booze and the pills.

No wonder you're

getting yourself in trouble.

I can't get through the day without drinking.

Look, you've got to go home.

All right? Rest up.

I'll call you later,

we'll get together, all right?

You've gotta ease up.

You'll give yourself a bloody heart attack.

Then I'll die. So I'll die.

Don't talk like that.

What's the matter with you?

- Guys, come in, please.

- Lovely.

Look, I'll call you later.

I'm gonna get you past this, okay?

All right.

See, this is more like it,

Terry, isn't it?

Getting out of the house.

Can't sit around there too much.

Too much thinking.

Kate said you're not even

talking about poker anymore.

Where's our old Terry?

- I mean, you're a gambler. This is you.

- Yeah.

I'm not suggesting you

go mad or anything, but-

I'm not the same Terry, Ian.

- I can't be anymore.

- No, you just have to focus.

Look, I-I been thinking

that you getting the sack...

is maybe the best thing

that ever happened to you.

What?

Yeah. Now is the perfect time to start

thinking about setting up the sport shop.

I mean, Uncle Howard said he would

start you off. You'd be your own boss.

No more kowtowing to

superiors. And you love sports.

I do.

Maybe you're right, Ian.

Maybe what I need is just a big change.

Yeah, you need to focus on something

substantial. You can't just do nothing.

- Yeah.

- Hey?

I think I'll do it, Ian.

Yeah, it's just exactly what you need, Terry.

Get off the booze and the pills

and set up your own place.

Right, and not just sporting goods.

Exercise equipment.

- That's where the money is today.

- Yeah?

Yeah. Helping people set up

their own private gyms and stuff.

I like the way

you're thinking, Terry.

'Cause you're thinking forwards.

You're not lookin' back.

That's right.

- You've got a really good future, Terry.

- Yeah?

You do. Listen, I'm not saying

that I haven't had moments...

where I've thought about what we've done,

and it's freaked me out.

- Go on!

- We were raised to know right from wrong.

- Go on!

- Did you get that one?

Look at this.

I got a winner.

It's the beginning

of a new streak, Terry.

I can feel it, Ian.

Could-Could you get this model

with the same interior in a left-hand drive...

- say, in California, for instance?

- For California. Yeah, certainly.

And would there be

a long waiting list or-

I would think about

three or four months.

- Oh, can I?

- Please do.

Hey, great scene.

You really nailed it.

- You were great. You were great tonight.

- Do you think so?

The bedroom scenes

were so sexy as always.

Well, I was doing it with him,

but I was thinking of you for motivation.

Don't forget. Tomorrow is Lord Eisley's party.

He's invited the whole cast.

Yeah. I'm gonna keep

my eye on you like a hawk.

You know, his son's a notorious playboy, and

I think he's asked everyone just to get you there.

- Uh, what's that?

- Nothing.

Show me.

I got you these. Remember?

You liked them in the shop.

Oh, my God. They must have cost you a fortune.

- Hello?

- I need to speak to you, Ian.

Kate, Kate, Kate, calm down.

What's the matter?

It's Terry. I really need to speak to you.

What, now?

Yeah, now. Is it possible?

Well, look,

I'll see what I can do.

I'll call you back,

all right?

- Is everything all right?

- Angela, I have to go to my brother's for a while.

- There's a little family problem.

- It's nothing serious, I hope.

No. That was Kate.

You remember? You met her.

It's just something's come up.

I'll see you back at yours in a while.

Well, hurry. I want to show you

my gratitude for the earrings.

All right. See you later, all right?

I'm worried about Terry, Ian.

What's the matter?

It's his mental health.

No, I know he was worried

about losing his job...

but we were just at the racetrack,

and he talked about starting the sport shop.

No, he's not

interested in that.

And now he's angry all the time.

- He's talking to himself, for God's sake.

- No, we decided.

He was gonna speak to Uncle Howard

about bankrolling it. He was very excited.

His mind's not right, Ian.

You know, what he says one minute

doesn't mean anything the next.

Right. Well, I'm- I'm taken aback.

It's all the pills he's taking,

and the drinking.

He thinks

he's killed someone.

- What?

- Yeah.

You know, I knew this girl once,

she had, like, mental problems.

She was convinced that

she had run someone over. She hadn't.

You know, but she was obsessed

with it for the rest of her life.

Does he, uh-

Is he going around...

talking- talking

about this, uh, murder?

He's gotten worse and worse.

He has these terrible nightmares.

He's uncommunicative,

face of doom all the time, bouts of crying.

When we were at the dog track,

he seemed to have come out of it.

When he come home,

he was straight back in it.

You know, it's just- it's obsession

that he's done this horrible thing.

And he- he won't

let me get a doctor.

No, no, don't do that.

Don't-Don't get a doctor.

If you get a doctor,

then it can- I'll deal with this.

Well, how?

Well, obviously, it's a bit

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