Dead Again Page #7

But then they got married|and it all went to hell.

The day of the murder, I decided|to tell Roman how I really felt,

that we were so much happier|before in Germany,

that we would be happier|there now, together.

I love you.

But Roman said|he could never love me.

I tried to explain it to Frankie,|but he couldn't understand

that Roman and Margaret|truly loved each other.

Mr Baker,|I don't want you to call me any more.

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

- I'm so sorry.|- Roman...

I'm sorry, too.|I haven't been very understanding.

I know you've been unhappy|these past months.

I just couldn't admit it.

I couldn't admit that|you might be unhappy with me.

Unhappy with you?

Margaret, I love you.

So Roman loved Margaret and not me,|and Frankie hated her for it.

I just didn't know how much.

That same terrible night,

we heard Roman's opera|echoing through the house

for the first and the last time.

I didn't know what was happening|until it was...

all over.

Who's there?

After the murder,

Frankie's speech problem|got worse and worse,

so I took him to England,|to a specialist.

The guy used hypnosis to cure him.

He told him about the subconscious|and about reincarnation.

And from that moment on,

the boy was obsessed with the idea|that Margaret would come after him.

And when he found your article|in the newspaper, he knew.

So he hired Dougie the fianc|to take her from me?

His real name's Mark.|He's just an actor.

Jesus!|I left Grace alone with your son.

Wait a minute.

I'm through protecting him.

- It's all right.|- I had to tell him.

It's all right, Mother.|You should be in bed.

Up we go.

There.

Just couldn't live with it any more.

I understand.

Good night, Frankie.

Good night, Mother.

Sh*t!

- Grace, it's Mike. Let me in.|- Go away!

- I need to talk to you.|- I'm calling the police.

I know you're upset.|If you'll just listen...

What did you do to the phone?

- What are you talking about?|- The line is dead.

It's windy out. Lines are|probably out all over the hills.

- Will you listen?|- Just go away!

Will you just listen to me, OK?

Don't shoot. Take it easy, Grace.

Where are you going?

- I won't hurt you!|- Go away!

Take it easy. Look. Listen. Watch.

Roman did not kill his wife.|He was writing the opera.

Listen, this is for you.

My god.

What have I done?

- Mr Madson.|- Good evening.

I shot him.

Thank you. Less work for Frankie.

Who's there? Frankie?

Antiques.

This is for you!

And this is for my mother!

Margaret?

It's all over, Frankie!

- Mike, don't!|- Pete, stop it!

Don't!

l, for one,

am very interested...

to see...

what's going to happen next.

Somebody help me!

- I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.|- It's OK.

It's OK.

The door just closed.

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