Cassandra's Dream Page #7

What do you want from me? I'm-I'm-I'm

moody and I'm-I'm self-obsessed.

And I'm ambitious.

And beyond your cool exterior,

I sense you're bluffing.

No, I'm not.

I'm gonna take you

to California, Angela. I am.

And if you don't think I will,

then-then call my bluff. I am.

Have you thought about how we're

gonna take care of Martin Burns?

No. Have you?

Come here.

I want it to be like

a hit-and-run accident.

It's tricky, 'cause someone could see the

license plate and we couldn't be sure he'd die.

- Well, I know I'm not stickin' a knife in him.

- Why not?

'Cause I can't. Can you?

I don't know, Terry. I don't know what

I'm capable of till I'm facing the moment.

- You could kill him with a knife?

- Or a hammer.

I was thinkin' like

a muggin' with a hammer.

Jesus, I'm startin' to think I don't know you,

Ian. Look, if we do this, it-it has to be-

What? Nice and clean

and sanitized...

so we can fool ourselves

about what we're doing?

- I'm just sayin' there's a line I can't cross.

- A gun is the quickest way.

I'm just sayin' let's do it

as humanely as possible, all right?

We could strangle him with a wire.

We could get him on the ground,

the two of us, and strangle him with a wire.

This isn't us, Ian.

It's not the Blaine brothers.

The Blaine brothers are

a couple of losers, Terry.

There's no great pride to be

had in what we've achieved.

Well, look, if we strangle him,

he'd put up a fight, right?

Now, I think we could take him,

but it could get messy.

Well, we'll have to make a decision one way

or the other. We've only got three weeks.

I can't talk about it.

Let's just enjoy our drinks.

Carol's had an accident.

Except I don't think it was an accident.

I think she was drunk

when she took the car...

and she didn't much care if

she made it back to town or not.

Well, suppose if I told you I don't care.

In fact, I'm glad it happened.

I only wish it'd been fatal.

It might be yet.

Everything's a bit touch and go.

It's funny how life

boils down to this.

Life is nothing

if not totally ironic.

Usually brilliant.

Well done. Well done, as always.

- There she is. Hello, darlin'.

- Oh, hi.

- How are you? You were fantastic again.

- I'm all right.

- This is Kate and Terry.

- Oh, lovely to meet you.

They've been dying to meet you.

I've been going on and on and on about you.

- Brother. Nice to meet you.

- Yeah, I loved it.

Thank you so much.

It was really nice of you to come.

- Brilliant.

- Thank you. It means a lot.

What are you up to this evening?

Do you wanna- Do you wanna join us?

We're going to a party.

My friend finished filming today.

- Oh, yeah, yeah.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, that'd be great.

- It's okay with you?

Yeah, that'd be great. Bit of a squeeze,

though, Terry. Bit of a crush.

- I'll manage.

- Hold your stomach in.

I can see why you're

so crazy about Angela.

She's very, very different

from the women you've known.

I've never been with

anyone like her before.

And we've known

a few juicy ones.

Do you remember

Fenella Griffith?

Remember her? You passed her off to me.

How could I forget?

You make it sound like it wasn't

the biggest favor in the world.

I never said she wasn't

wonderfully depraved.

Angela's better than that, though.

She's innocent and also depraved.

She's working class, but classy.

And that smile, Terry, that smile.

Lovely. Oh, she's lovely.

Look at the two of them. Dancin'

and laughin' like there's no tomorrow.

"Ain't life grand," Terry? Do you know

what that's from? "Ain't life grand?"

One day you reach a point

and there is no tomorrow, Ian.

Oh, Terry.

All right, look, we just

have to take care of business.

Then it'll be done

and we can move on.

- I figured out how to do it.

- Yeah?

Come here.

Remember when we were kids?

Bobby North from down the road?

I remember he was a bad kid.

Yeah. Yeah, well, me and Bobby

made a gun once. He showed me how.

- What, you made one?

- Yeah, we made a gun out of wood, right?

And-And-And a little piece of metal.

It fired one bullet.

Do you ever hear of people

talkin' about a zip gun?

Yeah, but was it reliable?

It's the real thing, Ian.

You can't trace it back, all right?

Cause when you're finished, you take the

wood, which is most of it, and you burn it.

Then you take the metal pieces and

you dump 'em down different sewers.

- Yeah, but one shot, Terry.

- What?

You'll have to make

two of them- one each.

That way if anything happens,

or goes wrong, we've got a backup.

Right. Well, I think I can get

me hands on a couple of bullets.

Yeah. I don't think there's any question.

Two loaded guns.

We can make this come off quick and clean.

What are you in such deep conversation about?

Are you plotting an assassination?

- Come on, I want to dance. It's our song.

- Yeah? Oh, yeah. All right.

On stage.

Who was that guy

you were talking to?

What? Tim?

He's, um, a writer.

He just sold one of his screenplays

to a Hollywood studio.

- Well, he couldn't take his eyes off you.

- Is that bad?

Well, I'm sure it wasn't

thrilling for his wife.

That wasn't his wife, that was his date.

Are you angry with me?

I know what's in his mind.

Ian, I don't affect everyone

the way that I affect you.

If I did, my career would have

taken off a long time ago.

- Look, Angela, you are always flirting.

- Oh, Ian, don't be angry with me.

I was really looking forward

to taking you to bed tonight.

Sorry to interrupt.

There's Evan Macy over there. I love him.

I'd give anything for his autograph, but

I don't want to seem obnoxious or nothing.

Well, I-I know him. We did a TV film together.

I could introduce you if you like.

- No, really?

- Yeah, of course.

Oh, yeah.

So just imagine it, right?

I'm there with aces up.

And he bets, bets big.

All right. I see this

little tick in his cheek.

I-I called him

for 30,000 and I won.

I've been playing poker

most of my life.

And I can tell you it's a fact...

there's more skill

to poker than chess.

Martin Burns.

I'm a friend of John Fowler.

- John-

- The producer.

We were at university together.

In those days, I kept myself

in fine style playing poker.

You obviously play

high stakes, Mr., uh-

Sometimes.

I met my ex-wife

at a poker game years ago.

When she left me, she said I neglected her

because I preferred playing.

It wasn't true.

But her lawyers used it as a strategy.

My dad taught me poker.

He was a poor man, ran a restaurant

down in the south coast.

Taught me the ins and outs

of the game, lucky too.

I could never have kept myself

on my expensive habits on his salary.

Terry, Kate's looking for you.

Ian, Martin Burns.

My brother, Ian.

We've just discovered

we're both poker players.

There's a wonderful game in town.

I'd invite you both to play...

but I have to leave

right after the weekend.

This weekend?

Yeah. Seems I get to London

less and less these days.

I thought I'd be here the month, but, uh,

seems my presence is required in California.

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