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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 fianc�e.

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 bitch!

You son of a...

That fucking 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.

- 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 fucking 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 fucking 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?

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 shit 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?

Fucking 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 fuck 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 fucking 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.

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.

Shit!

- 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!

I, 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.