Cassandra's Dream Page #3

- Ian Blaine.

- Do you live around here?

- No. I live in London.

Yeah, me too.

What do you do?

At the moment, I'm in the restaurant

business, but basically, uh, investments.

I owe you one. I'm leaving you

a couple of tickets to my show.

Oh, you're an actress?

- Yeah. What's your name?

- Ian Blaine.

Okay, I'll leave you two tickets

at the Wilton. When do you want to come?

- Uh, Tuesday?

- Fine.

Yeah.

Don't forget to come backstage

and tell me how great I am.

All right.

Oh, look, this is Terry

and Ian and my brother Howard.

- Oh, let's see.

- Oh, Howard looks so handsome.

Uh, that was the year Howard took

the boys to see the World Cup match.

I used to be a very good football player.

He was till he broke his leg.

I always hoped Terry would take to it.

You were very good.

He excelled at sports.

I always said you should open a sports shop.

Yeah, but I need financial backing.

Costs a lot to own a shop.

Then you'd be your own boss,

wouldn't you?

Yeah, Terry was athletic

and Ian was-

- The brains, she wants to say. Yeah.

- No.

She thinks I'll be

offended by it. Great.

Everybody predicted

great things for Ian.

- He's so nice-looking and personable.

- Yeah.

Now it's a mystery to me

why he's not more successful.

Because he's not content

with what he has.

He sees himself like Howard,

with a fancy life.

Always got some scheme.

Always waiting for his ship to come in.

Well, his ship won't come in at the restaurant.

He does that out of a son's love for his father.

Like the poet said: " The only ship

certain to come in has black sails."

Go on!

Go on!

Come on! Ahh!

Go on- Ohh! Sh*t!

Oh, lend us another

couple of hundred.

- That's eight.

- I know. I can count.

- Hello.

- Hello, babe.

- You met me from work.

- Yeah.

- You're too gorgeous.

- I got you something.

- No.

- Go on.

You didn't.

Oh, my God!

- Oh, wow. You're too naughty.

- Do you like it?

- Do I like it? That is beautiful.

- I wanted you to have it.

God. How much is that-

I'm not gonna even ask about the money...

- 'cause I'm sure I know where you got it.

- You wouldn't believe.

- What?

- I was losing at first, and my luck changed.

Oh, yeah?

And I was in over me head, but

sometimes you get the feeling.

I can't even explain it. I know it's not

your birthday, but I thought you'd like it.

Oh, and I'm glad you did.

Oh, it's gorgeous. Thank you.

- You're welcome. How was work?

- Boring. Boring. But look at my bag.

My boyfriend doesn't have to know.

- Know what?

- What we're going to do.

- What are we going to do?

- What do you want to do?

It's a very wicked way to cheat Alan.

To deceive him so blatantly.

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