Cassandra's Dream Page #12

and he's getting sullen, and-

Kate's worried that

he might hurt himself.

Well, maybe he-

Well, he should go to a doctor then.

No, he resists. He resists.

I didn't tell Kate this,

but he's talked of suicide.

Oh, my God.

- I'm so sorry. That's awful.

- I know.

Best thing we ever did,

getting this boat, Terry, isn't it?

Eh?

Kate's right. We don't get out on it

as often as we should.

It's sad how things

turned out, isn't it?

- Don't start, Terry.

- No, I mean it, Ian.

We made the wrong decision.

The way I see it,

we didn't have much choice.

You always have choice, Ian.

I see that now.

I mean, l- I didn't at first.

I thought... like you,

that we had no choice, but-

All right, let's say that you're right-

which I'm not saying-

but let's say for

the sake of argument...

- that we did make the wrong choice.

- For the sake of argument?

You really fool yourself,

Ian, don't you?

His testimony was gonna put Uncle Howard

in prison for the rest of his life.

Well, maybe Uncle Howard

deserves to go to jail.

Oh, what a thing to say.

Forget it.

Christ, you think we've committed

some kind of unnatural act, but we haven't.

The whole of human life

is about violence.

It's a cruel world, Terry.

You're just shaken up

because you've come-

you've come face-to-face

with your own human nature.

I-I mean,

I didn't have to do it.

Well, why did you then?

I just kept going, like- like when

I gamble over my head, you know?

I just put the bet down

like when I'm in a dream.

You weren't dreaming

when you shot him.

All right. Look, listen.

We made a mistake, right? But it's over.

All right? We made the wrong choice.

I'm giving you that...

but being punished

by it won't undo it.

Martin Burns is dead.

He's dead.

I called the police last night.

You did what?

I called them and I told them I had

information on the murder of Martin Burns.

They said,

"Who is it?"

I wanted to tell them...

who I was, but I didn't.

Hung up.

I'm gonna call them

as soon as I get back, Ian.

Why would you do that?

What's the matter with you?

It's suicide, Terry.

Don't you even care that you're gonna take

Uncle Howard and me with you?

It's the order of things,

Ian. It's off kilter. Can't you see it?

I have to straighten it out.

All right. I don't wanna

talk about this anymore.

We came out here just to relax, didn't we?

Just to sail and unwind, eh?

Yeah.

- I'm just gonna get us some more beers, all right?

- All right.

Why couldn't you just let it

go? Why couldn't you let it go?

Ian, what's wrong?

- You've ruined everything, Terry.

- Ian, what's wrong?

Terry, you've ruined it!

You've ruined everything!

- Ian, stop!

- We could've had everything!

Ian. Ian.

Ian. Ian.

Ian.

Ian!

Oh, God.

God.

What we think happened,

but we don't know for sure...

one killed the other,

either on purpose or by accident...

and then took his own life,

drowned himself.

Awful.

The place reeks of booze and pills.

I don't know.

Every day, it's something else.

Oh, I like that.

- What do you think?

- Yeah.

- I would look good in that.

- Yeah, Terry would love that.

- Would he?

- Yeah, men love that sort of shape.

I wore something similar

when Ian first saw me.

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