Dead Again Page #6

The chair. I see a mirror.

- And in the mirror?|- I see myself.

Do you know your name?

Yes.

- Well, what is it?|- Strauss.

What do you see, Mr Church?|What do you see?

Stop this. Jealous... Have to...

Have to stop this.

I have to stop this.|I have to stop this.

No, Mr Baker.|There's nothing to say. Goodbye.

I think we've heard enough.

No, you haven't.|I'm not Roman, and you were not...

Hello!

Mike, I was hoping you'd be here.

Hi, Amanda.

- Who?|- That's your name, Amanda Sharp.

Your ID's inside.|Apparently, you're an artist.

You live on High Tower, the old|Carl Kay house, with the elevator?

Your neighbour saw the picture.

When they couldn't|reach Mike, they called the paper.

No!

I got to get out of here.

Are you OK?

Look out!|There's no reason to be so upset.

She's got no husband,|no fianc, no nothing.

- You butthead!|- I checked.

We're talking about a profound state|of unattachment.

- Did you hear what I said?|- Yeah. It doesn't matter any more.

Watch the feet, for Christ's sake.|What's the matter with you?

Let me get this straight.

- You were this Margaret Strauss?|- That's right.

The lady with no memory|was your husband?

Roman Strauss.

And 40 years ago, she killed you,|and now she's back again.

Right.

It all makes perfect sense.

This gender switching sh*t|happens all the time.

You can be Bob in one life|and then Betty in the next.

- Husband in one, wife in the next.|- Two halves of the same person.

From this picture,|you look more like him.

- But what a babe you were.|- Come on.

What happens now?

F***ing do her, man. Blow her away.

- What?|- One shot, right here.

- You telling me to kill her?|- You do her before she does you.

I thought karma meant|learning from previous lives.

That's what you learned|from this life.

Karmically,|self-defence is quite cool.

Besides, what you've told me,

I doubt it's any different today|than it was 40 years ago.

Maybe Roman Strauss|didn't kill his wife.

You know that's not true. He caught|her on the phone and killed her.

- I didn't see him kill her.|- If I were you, I'd forget her.

I can't forget her.|I don't know what to do.

Why would she want|to kill me now?

Why do women do anything?

Your neighbour said|you were mugged one night.

You seemed OK,|but the next night you were gone.

Your work's still here, though.

My God!

- I live here?|- Give yourself some time.

But I don't recognise anything.

Nothing.

But you will, my dear. You will.

She used to paint seascapes.

Her mind has obviously been stealing|visits to the past for some time

until, apparently, she woke up|one night stranded there.

Why don't you forget all this|metaphysical stuff and call Mike?

I don't think that would|be a good idea at all.

Let me be very honest.|At this point, I think it best

you have no contact whatsoever|with Mr Church. None.

You don't honestly think|Mike would hurt her.

I think they could hurt each other.

I promise you, my dear,|within 24 hours,

Mr Church will come riding up|that lovely old elevator

with nothing but the sweetest words|and the very best intentions.

He'll have a perfect explanation as|to why everything will be just fine.

Before you know it,|you'll be in each other's arms

and you'll feel warm and safe.

But I'm telling you|right here and now,

any security you feel|will be an illusion.

I'm telling you,|any relationship with Mr Church

can end only one way-violently.

I've known Mike forever.|He'd never hurt her.

Mr Dougan, we're talking about fate.|If fate works at all,

it's because people think that|this time, it isn't going to happen.

I don't...

I've got to run down to the paper for|a while. I'll check on you tonight.

What about tomorrow night|and the night after?

How am I supposed to keep him away?

If you can't keep him|away with words, use this.

Sorry.|It's been in my shop for years.

It belonged to a famous gangster,|Stinky somebody.

- I can't use that.|- It's old, but it still fires.

- I can't shoot anybody.|- Take it all the same.

You don't honestly believe this|stuff, do you? Does Mike?

He found you again, didn't he?

I saw you two together|the other night.

You looked good. You looked happy.

What about that man|you told me about?

That mailman|who chopped up his wife and family.

How happy were they|when they first met?

Yeah? This is Mike Church.|Somebody called me.

Mr Church, someone would|like to see you, a Mr Gray Baker.

He'll ask, but whatever you do,|don't let him smoke.

Gray Baker?

- Can I have a cigarette?|- You're not supposed to smoke.

I'm dying.|What the f*** is the difference?

I don't want to get in trouble.|I just want to...

You claim someone says|they're Margaret Strauss.

I said that they said that they...

They were Margaret Strauss.

You know, in a past life.

He said it wasn't over.|That's what he said to me.

I assume he meant|I hadn't heard the last of him.

I read a book|by Roman's guard on death row.

He said right before|Roman was executed,

you asked him if he|really killed his wife.

The guard said Roman|whispered the answer in your ear.

- What did he say?|- Why do you want to know?

Mr Baker, did Roman kill his wife?

No.

Although, at the time,|I honestly thought he did,

until I went to see him on death row.

What did he say?

- Can I have a cigarette?|- I don't have any. What did he say?

- In your pocket.|- What did Roman tell you?

What did Roman tell you?|What did Roman tell you?

Tell me, Mr Baker!

Take it easy. Are you OK?

Jesus. Just...

Want me to get someone?

May I please have a cigarette?

Yeah.

No. Keep them. Really. I just quit.

He didn't say anything.

Come on. I gave you|a f***ing cigarette.

I'm telling the truth. I asked him...

But you still killed her.

Didn't you?

- He kissed me.|- What?

He kissed me. The bastard|leaned over and kissed me,

and I have not written a word since.

Who killed her?

- I don't know.|- You've been a big help. Thanks.

Sit down.

If anyone would know,|it would be the housekeeper.

- The housekeeper? Ingrid something?|- Inga.

She knew everything|that went on in that house.

- She's still alive?|- Perhaps.

Last I heard, they had opened|some sort of shop.

Antiques.

She and the son|opened an antique shop?

Antiques.

The Laughing...|The Laughing something.

- On Robertson.|- On Robertson.

Don't forget the rings and jewellery|in the bureau drawer.

Our client wants it to|look like simple robbery.

- That's very important.|- OK.

Let me just check the address again.

Hi, Inga.

You know who I am.|We don't have much time.

So before I call the police,|I thought I'd stop by,

see if you'd tell me|why you murdered Margaret Strauss.

What are you doing here?|Where's Frankie?

You know what I'm doing here.

You loved Roman. I want the truth.|I'm not leaving without it.

You don't know anything.

I never for a moment thought|I was actually in love with him.

- Until he met Margaret.|- First I was really glad.

Margaret was good to Roman.

For a while,|she was good to Frankie and me, too.

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