Dead Again Page #5

- Otto, I love your costume!|- What luck I have.

- May I have a word in private?|- Sure. What's on your mind?

- I need some money.|- You?

- I'm offering you a job.|- I can't write music for the movies.

I tried it once. You yourself said|it wasn't any good.

No. I told you it was too good|for the damn picture.

It doesn't matter. I've turned|the library into a music room.

If I can just finish this opera,|I know things will change.

- There you are, you naughty boy.|- Darling!

- Mission dry, please.|- What a coincidence.

Mr Baker.

- Mrs Strauss.|- How are you?

- Still miss the war?|- Matter of fact, I do.

- Thank you.|- To friendship.

- Cheers.|- Cheers.

- Is it really good to smoke so much?|- No.

That's why I started rolling my own.|Figured it will slow me down.

- Has it?|- No. I just roll them faster.

- You look like you're somebody.|- Do I?

- You in the business?|- The business?

- You know, pictures, movies.|- No. I'm a composer.

In that case, you're not anybody.

It's cold.|I think we should go inside.

How are things at home, Margaret?

Writing gossip these days, Mr Baker?

You meet someone on their|wedding day, it's been a while,

it's natural to inquire|how things are going.

- Especially if you're a reporter.|- Especially.

- How are things?|- Fine. Wonderful.

- Go inside, everyone.|- This cutting cold!

Make yourself comfortable.|Roman, it's freezing out there.

- I could be a good friend, Margaret.|- What makes you such a good friend?

I can talk baseball to a man

and pay a stupid compliment|to a woman, what else is there?

Who's going to win|the series this year?

Very nice.

Impressive piece of jewellery.

May I get close to it?

Yes.

This must be worth a fortune.

Yes, it is.

I know I shouldn't say this,|but the first time I saw you...

- Hello, Margaret.|- Roman. Where have you been?

Inside with everyone else.

How are you, Mr Strauss?

I'm curious what you were|doing with my wife's leg.

- I was only trying...|- Really, Roman.

- Mr Baker's just a friend.|- This man is no friend of yours.

This is none of my business|but Margaret just needed somebody...

Roman!

- Where do you get such ideas?|- I don't know.

Maybe when I saw him|holding your leg.

He was looking at the anklet|you specifically asked me to wear

so everybody could see|how rich we are, or were.

- So you told him we're broke?|- I didn't say anything.

No, you just lifted up your dress!

Is everything all right,|Mr Strauss?

Yes. Everything is fine.

I may not be|as successful as Gray Baker...

I don't care about Gray Baker!|You can be so stupid sometimes.

What happened to the man who said|that nothing could separate us.

That we're two halves|of the same person?

He became a nobody.

Only in his eyes.

You're not a nobody, Roman.

And you're my husband.

I love you.

No, no...

- No!|- Mr Strauss?

- Yes, Frankie?|- The phone rang. Mother answered.

I'm not sure,|but I think it's for you.

Thank you, Frankie.

I called to apologise|about the other night.

Not at all. I'm hoping|that we can all forget what happened.

Margaret, I think there's some things|you should know about Roman's money.

- Who was on the phone earlier?|- Just an old friend.

The flute player.

Oboe.

How is he?

She's fine.

Good.

What are you doing?

I was giving you this.

It's a charm for good luck.

Frankie, do you know what happened|to my pearl earrings?

No, I don't.

They were in this drawer last night.

I wouldn't steal anything from you,|Mrs Strauss.

I don't have to.|Roman is very good to us.

You're overreacting.

I caught him|with his hand in my drawer.

He was giving you a charm.|They're like that, superstitious.

- I want you to fire them.|- I can't fire them.

- They've been with me for years.|- That's no reason...

- They saved my life.|- What are you talking about?

They got me out of Germany.

After my wife died, I became ill.

Frankie and Inga risked their|own lives by remaining with me.

They made many sacrifices. They...

You can't ask me to|fire these people, Margaret.

Why have you never told me you got|all your money from your first wife?

Because it isn't true. Who... ?

Why would a woman with a bad heart|travel over mountains?

We had no choice. It would have|been worse had we stayed.

Have I answered all|of Mr Baker's questions?

He's been feeding you|this nonsense, hasn't he?

What is it between you and Mr Baker?

- Roman, don't start this.|- Where do you two meet?

Don't you walk away from me!

Wake up, sweetheart.

- Roman?|- No. These are for you.

- You were in the house.|- What house?

Roman and Margaret's house.

You saw Mr Church in the past?

He had a pair of scissors.

He was going to kill me.

- Come on.|- This means that you're finally...

coming into the present.

- I'm on her mind, that's all.|- You were there.

We could always regress you, Mr|Church, take you back 40 years.

- Forget it.|- Well, why not?

That way, if you walk through|the door and out onto Miami Beach,

- At least we'd know for certain.|- I'm not Roman.

But you were there.

It was real.

Yes. I'm coming. Yeah?

- Mike, this is Pete.|- Yeah?

- I got a line on Gray Baker.|- So he's still alive?

I got a post office box|in the Valley.

- I want to send him a message.|- Hold on. Go ahead.

You have it say, "Margaret wants|to know if you still miss the war."

- What?|- No name. Just my number.

Maybe Gray Baker|can make sense out of this.

- I'm afraid of you, Mike.|- You're afraid of a dead man.

You heard what Dr Carlisle said,

about how two people|keep meeting again and again.

Say that's true.|Why would I hurt you?

- Why would Roman hurt Margaret?|- I'm not Roman!

Trudy! Will you shut up?

OK, take these.

- Take them!|- Well, I don't want them.

I want you to have them,|so just take them.

OK, all right.

- Will you stop...|- Take the f***ing scissors, Grace!

Come on. I got some more.|Come on! Let's clear this thing up.

- Mike, don't!|- We can't be too careful.

I might scratch your eyes out|with them.

I know we got some more.|There's got to be some in here.

Mike, please stop it! Stop it!

Here, take it. Sleep with it.|Put it under your pillow.

- I come near you, blow my head off.|- No!

If you're so f***ing afraid of me,|you should be glad to have it!

No!

I'm sorry. It's OK.

I would never hurt you, Margaret.

All right.

Let us begin with the staircase.

As you continue down, you become|aware of a door at the bottom.

As you move through this door,

you will recall a memory,|any memory at all.

Just tell me the first thing you see|as you go through the door.

Remember,|you are no longer an observer.

Where are you?

- In a hallway.|- Whose hallway?

- My hallway.|- Who are you?

- I don't know.|- Have a look at yourself.

What do you see?

My leg? I don't know.

I see a candlestick.

I'm going through a door.|It's a bedroom, it's my bedroom.

I see pictures|on the walls, a chair...

I don't know,|there's this dressing table.

Mr Church, what else do you see?

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