If Only Page #2

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I have to go in.

Excuse me for interrupting,

Mr. Wyndham.

This is for you, I just thought that

you might need the exact same folder

you already have.

I see.

Okay, well...

False alarm. Terribly sorry.

I just thought... I just wanted to make

sure you... he had everything he needed.

Because he worked so hard on it.

I mean, really dedicated...

and he deserves for this

to all go perfectly.

Not like this.

This is my fault. Me.

So anyway, really nice to

meet all of you.

You were right, they really are

a serious-looking bunch.

In a good way.

So, in conclusion...

Ian's good. Give him the money.

See you later.

So, move on, shall we?

I forgot my purse.

He already had the folder.

Take this folder.

I never want to see it again.

- I think that went well.

- Did it?

Yeah, the glaring, the awkwardness.

The cold stare from Ian.

Just what I was hoping for.

I think I talked too much.

You? Come on, let's go to work.

There's a guy there who loves

your delightfully impulsive nature.

I can't do it. I'm bad.

Come here.

You are not bad.

Do you know why?

Because if you were bad, then that

would mean I was a bad teacher...

and in fact

I am a fabulous teacher, right?

Hence, you couldn't

possibly be bad.

You've got a point.

Come on.

Let's all play together.

You're ready?

One, two, three...

Did you land the money then?

I had them, I had them

in the palm of my hand.

I can't believe Samantha pulled

that stunt right after...

She spent all morning being peeved

at me for 'not being in the moment'

or some such bollocks.

All birds are like that.

Yeah, especially the yanks.

Where do they come up with them?

Oprah.

Oh, right.

You're up guys.

Excuse me, Miss. I couldn't help

but notice that you work here.

I was just wondering

what time you... knock off?

Oh, just piss off, will you?

Oh, sh*t. Sorry, mate.

That's all right, mate. Sorry.

I should be heading off anyway.

Samantha. Right.

See you later, boys.

Bye bye, Romeo.

- I think she liked you.

- Definitely liked you, mate.

I just need an objective

person to tell me

if the surrealist nudes

should go on the east wall...

or whether I should put the

multiple phallus sculptures there.

they look pretty amazing

when the sun hits them.

I bet they do.

Is that Ian?

What's he doing?

The surprise.

Clifton Hall, please.

That's a music school, isn't it?

Yeah, there's a concert there tonight.

Your girlfriend's a musician?

That's right.

And you're having problems

with your love life.

How in the world did you know that?

People in my profession are second

only to barmen in knowing about

the problems of the heart.

So what's the trouble?

Ah, don't wanna talk about it.

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