All language subtitles for Dead.Again

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.