Dead Again Page #4

that I know my right hand|from my left,

but I can't remember|what my favourite colour is

or my favourite flower|or what kind of wine I like.

- Maybe you're lucky.|- How so?

There must be a certain freedom|living only in the present.

At least you don't have to spend|every day trying to forget your past.

Excuse me.

So Roman's guard on death row|wrote this?

This is the press coverage?

I spent three hours in the file|morgue looking for that stuff.

How's it going with Jane Doe?|Getting anywhere? Trying to?

Gray Baker.|She mentioned him today.

- You think she's married?|- He wrote every single one of these?

- I've known her two days.|- Sometimes that's all it takes.

- Think Baker's still around?|- He'd be a million years old.

I notice you're staying in tonight.

Why don't you find someone from that|paper who knows what happened to him.

Shut up.

- Hello, Pete.|- You're talking!

Yeah. I hope it's OK,|I borrowed more clothes.

Sure, fine.

Don't worry.|I didn't mess with your stuff.

I like your voice.

I like being able to finally use it.

You don't want to be late.

- For what?|- For whatever.

- Right. She's living here?|- Let me know when you find Baker.

Need some? I got one in my wallet.

It was really nice of you|to eat the whole dinner.

- No. It was really good.|- I don't have company that often.

You'll love this. We can have|a few drinks, maybe dance off dinner.

I know the owner.|He'll take good care of us.

Ray, how you doing?

We're closed, Mike.|It's going to rain.

- You're kidding. No music tonight?|- Al's sick.

I'm trying to have|a romantic evening.

You want to get her drunk?

Two glasses of wine.|We'll sit outside. You can leave.

- We lost our liquor licence.|- No.

- The neighbours.|- How about some coffee?

I got tea.

- Tea is fine.|- Tea is fine.

What the hell|happened to this place?

I can't believe there's no booze.|What's going on?

Is this from your opera?

Father Tim made us take piano|lessons. He said it was therapeutic.

Tea's up. Jesus! I'm sorry.

Let's see how else|I can screw up this evening.

- It's OK.|- You OK?

It's OK.

- It's OK.|- OK.

- Cold?|- No, I'm not cold.

I'm just scared.

- Of what?|- I don't know.

It's like...

someone's following me.

And I can't see who it is.

I can't...

see behind me.

But you will. It takes time.

Mike, someone wants to kill me.

Those are just dreams.|They're not real.

Nobody is going to hurt you now.

When you know who you are,|you're not going to be so afraid.

If it makes you feel any better,|I can read tea bags.

- You're gonna tell me my future?|- I'm going to tell you your past.

Let's see. You were born in Idaho.|Your father was a potato farmer.

You tell jokes real well.|You're a great cook.

You never get seasick, except maybe|that one time on your honeymoon.

I'm married?

To Jim Tannenbaum, the Potato Prince.

The Potato Prince? So I'm rich?

No, but you have each other,|so it doesn't matter.

Your favourite colour's red.|Favourite flowers are roses.

How did I lose my memory?

Once a month, you take|six homeless women bungee jumping

off the Cal Fed building|on Miracle Mile.

Last week, you bumped your head and|wandered around the Wilshire district

until you ended up at St Audrey's.

- Bungee jumping?|- You're a thrill seeker.

What's my name?

Grace.

Grace.

That's what the tea bag says,|that my name is Grace.

I had this kindergarten teacher,|Sister Grace.

You remind me of her.

Would this be the|big, fat sister Grace?

No, this would be the

big, beautiful, Sister Grace.

OK. Grace it is.

OK. To Grace.

Mike, why is it|Father Timothy asked you to help me?

I owe Tim a lot of favours.|I was not the greatest kid.

I always had this kind of temper.

I used to beat up on the other kids.|He straightened me out.

In fact, if it wasn't for him,|I'd be in some jail somewhere.

Don't you think it's strange we both|just showed up at St Audrey's?

Not strange. Just one of those|things. It's coincidence.

I wonder.

You wonder what?

I wonder how|the Potato Prince would feel

about us walking together|around a moonlit lake.

I'm sure he's a very|understanding guy.

Then again,|maybe there is no Potato Prince.

Maybe not.

- It's sprinkling.|- That's nothing.

- Do you remember how to dance?|- I don't know.

- Let's go up to my roof and see.|- Your roof?

It's where I take all the women|I date with no memory.

- It's going to rain.|- It never rains in LA.

I think it is going to rain.

- We'll ruin it.|- It's already ruined.

This is what happened|with Roman and Margaret.

I'm not Roman.

We can always go back inside.

No, I'm hungry.|Let's go someplace, see what I like.

Maybe Syd would give you|your old table back.

Kathryn?

Kathryn!

Thank God, you're all right.

- You don't recognise me, do you?|- No.

In a few days, it'll all come back.

- Who the hell are you?|- I'm sorry. Doug O'Malley.

- So?|- This is my fiance.

When I got home and|you weren't there, I went crazy.

Then I saw your picture in the paper.

- Why doesn't she recognise you?|- It must be the Dalmane.

- The what?|- Dalmane. It's for insomnia.

- "Kathryn Pierce"?|- Sometimes it causes memory lapse.

- Are those his?|- This has happened before?

Once when she took too much,|but I was around that time.

- Whose clothes are these?|- Where were you this time?

- I had a job interview back east.|- What kind of ring does she wear?

It's an Irish wedding band.|I gave it to her in high school.

I'm still going to need|a little more.

I found this near the front door.|You must have dropped it.

- Why can't I remember you?|- You will. I swear you will.

I promise.

Is there some sort of fee|involved here?

Forget it.

You should get something|for your trouble.

- Let me pay for your expenses.|- Just...

Just take good care of her.

I don't know what...

Thank you for everything, Mr Church.

Have a nice life.

The car's up here.|We'll go straight to the doctor.

I got your other glove.

Man, you were this close.

This glove thing was a nice touch.

I don't know what you mean.

There's only one|teeny little problem.

It's for the wrong hand, Doug.

Son of a b*tch!

You son of a...

That f***ing guy|look like he knew karate to you?

I really believed him. Who was he?

You got people chasing you|in every life.

The sooner we find out|who you are, the better.

In light of today's events,

I think we should|move along a little faster.

Therefore, my dear,|I want you to think about

when things started to turn sour|for Roman and Margaret.

All right, then? The door has opened.

It all started|the night of Otto Kline's party.

It was one of Otto's|weird costume things.

Roman didn't want to go.

Margaret was convinced|that something was wrong,

but Roman would only say|that things were wonderful.

Welcome, my dear friends.|Let the party begin!

Margaret, darling! Margaret, hello!

- You look so lovely.|- You look stunning, beautiful.

Strauss, you old Kraut.|There you are.

- How are you?|- Excuse me.

Of course, I love what you do.

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