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The world of tomorrow will be filled with wondrous things.

What about life? Your life and mine?

Will we change?

Will we be happier?

You know, some persons contend that the drama of daily life remains constant and

will remain so forever.

I wonder.

Perhaps together we can find a clue to the answer on tonight's Tales of

Tomorrow.

What was the secret behind Paul Amundsen's transformation?

How could the ugliest man in the world hold the love of the beautiful Lucia?

Tonight, Tales of Tomorrow presents Two-Face, starring Richard Kiley.

Lucia, what are you doing here alone without Paul?

Oh, Lucia, I'm so happy.

Finally, Mama?

Yes, finally happy.

Look at this room.

Such luxury. And I've never seen a more elaborate reception.

In heaven's name, child, smile.

Don't you realize what it means to be the wife of Paul James Aniston, one of

the richest men in America?

And he loves my Lucia.

You can forget this.

The hardship is over for us.

For you, perhaps.

Lucia, I don't want to listen to such talk.

I've worked hard for this.

For you.

Be grateful.

And come now and join your guests. How will it look for the bride to be off all

by herself?

There are many people waiting to say goodbye, Lucia.

Oh, Dr.

Marciano. Isn't Paul with them? They are asking for the bride.

You see, my dear?

Now run along.

Run!

You know, Dr. Marciano, I'm almost afraid of being left alone to talk with

you. May I ask why?

Talking to one of the greatest scientific minds in Europe.

I'm apt to expose my stupidity.

Well, we won't discuss that.

Oh, but I'm very curious to know what you're doing now. Here in Rome?

Just a little research.

So far up in the hills? I converted one of Benito's hideaways into a laboratory.

Excuse me. Where may I find Mrs. Amundsen?

What is it?

There's a letter just arrived for Hal from Special Messenger. You can leave it

with me. I'll see that she gets it.

They say that you lock yourself up for months at a time.

I do not like intrusion.

People are naturally inquisitive, and I like to keep them my friends.

You mean they wouldn't be your friends if they knew?

Now you're too frightened.

You must tell me more.

I make it a point not to.

Mystery. Nothing but mystery.

Tell me.

Have you ever wished you were somebody else?

I guess we all have.

Only this afternoon I was wishing that I were Lucia.

Young again. The future ahead.

It's all over. Everybody's gone. We're small.

He'll be with us shortly.

Oh, Lucia.

I met a friend of yours.

Oh?

A handsome young man. A composer.

Giulio... Giulio Venicchio.

When Paul comes, we must have a toast to the bride and groom. Dr.

Marciano, will you propose it? Oh, I'm not very good with words.

Oh, but you're Paul's closest friend. I think you should.

Oh, Paul, my new son.

Dr. Marciano is proposing a toast to you and Lucia.

Thank you, Mario.

Lucia. Doctor.

Very well.

The bride, I have known but briefly.

The groom, I have known all his life.

Forgive me, Don Lucia, if I drink to the wish that your love for Paul is as

deserving of him as his love is deserving of your beauty.

What kind of a toaster is that, Mario?

A sincere one.

Lucia, come, I'll lay out your things.

And then I must go. You and Paul want to be alone.

I know.

Good night, Dr. Marshall. Oh, Lucia, I believe your mother has a letter for

you. It's nothing important, dear. It's just congratulations.

Hurry along now.

What is this thing inside me? A bomb.

Bombshell. A sci-fi.

It isn't an easy thing for me to say, Paul.

But I don't want to see you hurt.

You've gone into this marriage too quickly. Well, why shouldn't I?

I love Lucia.

Is it so far beyond reason that she feels the same about me?

Is it?

Is it?

A letter, Mama.

It's from Giulio, isn't it? Yes.

Let me have it. No.

You forget Giulio, do you hear?

Because he doesn't have money.

With Paul, there is so, so much ahead for you.

America, beautiful clothes, money. Let me have Giulio's letter. No, no, you

have an obligation to me.

Paul is a kind man. He can make you happy.

You be nice to him, you understand?

Only until Giulio succeeds with his music, that is all. Stop it, Lucia, stop

it.

You will never marry Giulio, do you hear?

Never.

Why won't I?

I tried to spare you.

Spare me what?

What happened to Giulio, Mama?

Giulio is dead.

He shot himself this afternoon.

He mentions other letters. Letters I did not receive.

What letters, ma'am?

I destroyed them.

Then he never knew why I married Paul?

Lucia, I did it for you.

I did it for your good.

I never dreamed that he'd do anything like this.

You killed him.

Just as surely as this did fire... You should have gone at him yourself.

Leah.

Hopeless.

Well, Chia, where are you going?

I have to leave for a while, Paul.

Not now, darling.

I waited so patiently to have you to myself.

Don't... Lucia, you're my wife now.

I know, Paul, but not now.

It must be.

Lucia, look at me.

Look at me, darling.

Look at me.

Look at me.

My dear.

Chia, I love you.

I love you.

Chia. Don't come near me.

What's this?

I can't.

I can't go through with it.

I understand the sight of you.

Whenever you touch me, it sickens you.

Sickens me!

Leave me alone.

You married me.

Why?

Well, because I loved somebody.

Loved him so much, I married you to give him the things he needs.

Yes.

You don't mean that.

You can't.

You're nervous, upset from everything that's happened.

It's all right, darling. Forget it.

Forget all about it.

Darling, I love you.

Don't leave me.

Why don't you kill me? Kill you?

Butchie, I love you.

I love you.

I'd rather die than spend the rest of my life with you.

I walked for hours.

I don't know where.

I just wanted to destroy myself.

Mario, I can't live without her. Oh, don't.

Listen for a moment.

Would you be willing to submit to anything regardless of the consequences?

For what purpose?

If it made Lucia love you.

I can't force myself upon her.

Paul, if I could give you another face.

Plastic surgery?

No. No, that's not what I mean.

Although it would improve your features, it is no guarantee that Lucia would love

you. Well, then what do you mean?

Nothing could be done if I could give you the face and head

of Giulio Vinicio.

What?

Giulio Vinicio.

He killed himself yesterday.

He's the only man Lucia ever loved.

Why don't you stand, Larry? Look, you are the first to see.

By taking the skull and bone structure of a subject and giving it the brains

and body of a living subject, it can be done.

I have done it.

Animals, yes.

Humans. If I could do this for you, think.

Think what it would mean.

Oh, Mario, a man can only be what he is. If he tries to be someone else, he

destroys his identity.

I'd be giving you a whole new life.

A life with Lucia.

The face and features of the man Lucia loves.

If you are willing to take the risk, it is possible. But he's dead. I know, I

know.

Come this way.

Meet Giulio Benicio, who died in poverty without a living relative.

I claim the body.

Don't forget that hurt look in Paul's eyes.

But think.

Think of all you can have now.

Property, money.

Paul willed everything to you.

I always said he'd be a good husband.

I was just thinking.

How ironic.

All of this would never have happened if only Paul and Julio had been each other.

Now we shall see my friend

Let's

have a look We've

done

it

So this is the man that you loved.

Well, handsome, wasn't he?

Isn't he?

It's incredible.

How do you feel?

I don't know. I don't feel any differently or think any differently.

You look in here and see a completely different person.

Thank you, Mario.

Don't pay your thanks in advance.

Oh, no more skin graft. No, no, not that.

But what you have undergone must be kept on the close observation for some time.

And keep that head still for a few weeks. It's a wonderful feeling to be

free of that ugly exterior.

Paul Emerson is ready to begin a new life.

Paul Emerson is dead.

Don't ever forget that.

I had him pronounced legally dead.

Who did they bury?

Mr. Vinicio, with your head.

He was cremated. No chance of further investigation.

Do I have a monument?

Oh, you'd be proud.

Well, I must pay my respects to myself.

Your respects to Paul Hamilton, Mr.

Benito.

How are the x-rays?

Truthfully... I'm a little distressed about the position of the medulla.

Oh? How do you feel?

Fine. Fine.

But, uh, this scar, Mario, will this always be here?

No, it will fade in about a year's time.

He'll then always wear a scarf.

Incidentally, did you see the paper today?

No.

Lucia's leaving for America tomorrow.

She can't. I've got to see her. You're in no condition to see no one.

All this is for nothing without Lucia. I've got to. You are not to leave the

slab until I say you're ready.

Do you understand?

Please, please. By the... By these X-rays, I may have to walk the raid

again. Please, just 15 minutes, Mario. That's all I want. If you leave me now,

I will not be responsible for any aftermath.

Do you understand?

A Sci-Fi Channel Original Movie. Saturday, August 9th at 9pm.

Jenny, I finally took your advice.

You called a psychic?

Yes, and it was amazing.

She knew everything about me. It gave me the chills.

I tried it too. My psychic was so specific. She told me about some

property I was inheriting right when it happened.

I called just because I got ten minutes free. And she knew all about my job

and...

There's a gentleman to see you, Mrs. Anderson.

Send him away. I will see no one. He said it was most important.

Let's hear it.

Charlie.

For real?

I wrote that note to prevent your marriage to Amundsen, but I couldn't

kill myself.

Oh, my darling.

How I've longed to have you hold me like this again.

I love you, I love you, I love you, Paul.

We'll go away together.

Just you and me to America.

Well, I can't leave Rome just now.

Why not?

Well, I'm working on a few things.

Oh, my darling, come here and play them for me. What?

Why, but you've composed your music. Well, look, they're not ready yet.

Well, play what you have.

When did you ever have to be coaxed, Julian? No, no, not now.

First of all, I want to touch you.

Look at you.

Julian.

Matt, don't you like Michael?

Don't do that, Lucia.

Something unreal about it.

Julio. No, I mean it.

I don't know what it is.

But I've changed.

Things are different.

Nothing's changed.

We're still the same two people.

Oh, perhaps your voice is a little different.

I know.

I'm a worthy woman now, is that it? No, I've changed, I told you.

Put your arms around me the way you used to.

Don't leave now.

Please.

Not now that I've found you.

I prayed so many times to have you back again.

Please, it's all right.

I have a severe headache.

Oh, my darling. Come here.

And I'll massage it away for you.

Take this.

What happened to your neck, Julia?

Get out.

I don't know.

Hey!

You're real.

I'll cancel my reservations tomorrow and stay and take care of you.

Would you have done the same for Paul Adamson?

Of course not.

He meant nothing to me.

I'm glad he's dead.

He loved you, Lucia.

He loved you as no man could.

Don't you?

Strangely enough, I don't.

What?

You remember these words.

I can't stand the sight of you.

Whenever you touch me, it sickens me.

What are you saying?

Suddenly, that's exactly the way I feel about you, Lucia.

You're a selfish, insensitive woman, Lucia.

There's no excuse for people like you.

It's almost the same, isn't it?

Only now... now the roles are reversed.

What are you talking about?

About an ugly man named Paul.

A dreamer?

Your soul was too good to see how rotten you are.

Your eyes.

What's happening to you?

You look almost insane.

I am. You've made me this way.

You're evil, but there's no thought or conscience for the dead.

Paul's better off dead, is he?

Maybe you'd be better off, too. No, Paul. Paul, I mean... That's right.

Paul?

No.

Kill me.

I'd rather die than spend the rest of my life...