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1996, Los Angeles, California.

It used to be said that dreams come true in this town.

But these days, dreams come true with too big a price tag attached.

Maybe that's why guys like me look as if we belong in the past.

Name's Price.

Mickey Price.

I make a living finding people who don't want to be found.

Or taking pictures of philandering Beverly Hills housewives who forget to

pull their bedroom blinds down.

I'm what they used to call a keyhole peeper, gumshoe, private eye.

These days I don't care what they call me, just as long as they call me.

And lately they haven't been.

Since the bank foreclosed on the dump in the valley I called my home, I had no

place to hang my hat, except for that overpriced dirt hole of an office on

Kohanga Boulevard.

It had a long tradition of private dicks in it, or so the landlord told me.

That was his excuse for charging what he charged.

I was paying for tradition, he said.

Well, excluding his office space, I suppose some traditions are worth paying

for.

Angela was a love of my life, which probably said something about my life.

She was a nice kid, for a girl should have had a mattress strapped to her

back.

you

Oh, yeah

Yeah,

like that.

Like that.

Oh, please, like that.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, that's it, just like that.

oh oh

Wow.

It's like seeing it here.

Huh.

Yeah.

Oh yeah.

I love you.

You said it, Mickey.

If times are so tough, why do you stay in this business?

Beats me.

I don't know why I ever got caught up in this business in the first place.

You'd think I'd pick something better for myself.

We don't pick our lives, Mickey. They pick us.

Don't forget to give yourself a tip, Angela.

I always do, honey.

I'll see you next week.

Oh, excuse me.

Don't get your hopes up, honey.

I got his last hundred.

Maybe she's a client.

Maybe you are hers.

I got your ad out of the paper.

It says investigations for the right price.

As in Mick Price, that's me.

Miss... Brent.

Samantha Brent.

Have a seat, Miss Brent.

Now, let me guess.

You have a husband that spends too much time at the office, except when you call

the office, and he never answers.

No, actually, I'm not married.

Really?

I'm sure it's not that you haven't had enough offers.

Well, I've been a little too occupied with my career lately.

Plus, I haven't met a man I can trust.

Well, sounds like you've been screwed with.

Yeah, it feels that way.

I don't have any memory of it, but maybe in another life.

Well, this life is the only life that counts, sister.

So, if you don't have a cheating husband, what do you need me for?

Well, I need you to prove I didn't kill my boss.

The cops say I did it.

The cops say a lot of things.

I take it you're out on bail.

Yeah. How much money do you have left?

Well, that's the catch.

I could only pay you if I'm found innocent.

Are you a gambling man, Mr. Price?

I got up this morning, didn't I?

But a case like that could take some time.

Let me check my calendar.

Yeah. So, uh, tell me about the dead man.

His name's Ted Masters.

I worked for him for about six months.

He was promising me a big promotion.

But it turns out he was promising that promotion to someone else.

Of course he was.

And he wanted to see which person wanted the position the most.

I take it you came in second.

Try third.

He called me to his house for a weekend strategy meeting on an account he had

promised I could take over.

Sorry to see that you're not a team player, Samantha.

I'm going to have to give the position that I had in mind for you to Jacqueline

here.

But I found out he promised the promotion to Jacqueline White, and my

good friend Rachel is now on her team.

Jacqueline White?

Yeah, she had a job equal to mine at the company.

She wasn't very good at it, but apparently Mr. Masters had other ideas

about what a girl had to do for a promotion.

And what about that other girl you mentioned to me, Rachel?

Rachel Hart.

She was a good friend of mine.

We lived together for a while, and I even got her a job at the company.

She was supposed to be my assistant.

But it looks like Jacqueline offered her something a little bit better.

So what has Samantha ever done for you?

I mean, that could mean being a much better friend than she ever was.

Samantha trusts me.

Well, then find somebody else to trust.

The business world can be very competitive.

I mean...

I'm not gonna let anybody beat me out of what I want.

And that includes love, too.

I can only guess what happened between them.

Well, I'm sure your imagination is as good as mine when it comes to that area.

You know what? I don't need to use my imagination.

Not when it comes to what happened that day at Master's house.

Thank you.

Ah, that's good.

Let's lick some pussy.

Sit up there.

Ooh.

Thank you.

And that was the last time you saw him alive?

That was the last time anybody saw him alive.

I waited outside for Rachel and Jacqueline to tell them how horrible I

thought their actions were.

And Jacqueline just laughed at me.

And Rachel?

She really didn't say anything, so I left.

And did they leave too?

Yeah, we all left at the same time, but in different cars.

Any one of us could have come back, but the police believe it was me.

What the hell are you doing back here?

The next day we found out he'd been shot.

The coroner's report said that he died within an hour of when we left.

And it was your name the cops pulled out of the hat first?

You don't seem to be too broken up about this.

Should I be?

You will be if they hang the murder on you.

Look... I'm going to check these other two girls out and see how they figure

into this.

They had everything to gain by letting him live.

Well, the way you make masters sound, I wonder.

Sounds like a lot of people would have wanted him dead.

So exactly where do you start?

Easy.

I start with the person who shed the most tears at his funeral.

Well...

Jacqueline White did a lot of crying that day.

Doesn't surprise me.

But I bet you your eyes stayed as dry as air now.

I did all my crying long ago.

In your other life?

You tell me.

I usually didn't take a job without a retainer.

But I figured that perfume she let me get a sniff of was as good as a few

twenties in my pocket.

My first stop was the apartment that Samantha had once shared with Rachel

Hart.

It was the sort of building in Hollywood where pretty girls might live.

It was also the sort of place that wouldn't have a guy like me as a tenant.

The other tenants might complain.

Pretty girls get nervous around private eyes.

We see through their games too easily.

And they see through ours.

Must be expensive living here all alone, Miss Hart.

I get by.

I'm surprised you didn't find a roommate when Samantha Brent moved out.

Someone like maybe... Jacqueline White?

What are you trying to imply, Mr. Price?

You and Miss White got awful chummy when Ted Masters bought it, don't you think?

I went to Mr.

Masters' house that day as a favor to Samantha.

She didn't feel comfortable going there, so I went with her as protection.

You have an interesting way of protecting your friends, Miss Hart.

You've fucked the man that wants to fuck them.

If you'll pardon my French.

I would do anything for Samantha, Mr. Price.

But I also believe in doing for me.

My actions that day didn't cause her any harm.

Really?

We lived together for six months.

I'm sure you can appreciate that there were nights when we... expressed our

friendship for each other.

Samantha didn't trust men.

She said that something happened once.

Something she didn't completely remember.

But she knew a man was responsible.

So she preferred to be with women.

Women like me.

Mm.

um

You seem surprised, Mr. Price.

Not because of the story you told me, but because it involves Samantha Brent.

The woman suspected of murder.

How innocent can she be?

Depends on who we compare her to, Miss Hart.

I'll see you in court, dollface.

Rachel Hart was right in noticing that I had a funny look on my face.

Something about Samantha Brent was getting to me.

I had dismissed it earlier as just being good perfume.

But now I knew it was more than that.

There was a little bell ringing in the back of my head that told me that I had

met her before.

I usually didn't forget a face like hers.

But maybe I had a reason to.

You'll like Madame Ruka.

You didn't tell me she was a palm reader.

It's just a trick she does to pay the bills.

But what she's going to do with you is no trick, trust me.

I really don't want my fortune read. It's not what I came to you for.

But you do need help in remembering certain things. You said it yourself.

A man hurt you once.

Let's find out who.

Mickey, it's good to see you.

You don't come visit me enough.

How long has it been?

About two years, the Hurley brothers' case.

Madame Ruka helped me crack the case by helping me finding the murder weapon.

I had to touch Harley's hands, and I saw it all. The murder, the murder weapon,

and where he had bought it.

Yeah, two brothers, they fell in love with the same woman, and when she got

snuffed out, they accused each other. One of them came to me for help.

Oh, and you were able to prove it was the other brother, huh?

Well, actually, it was the brother who came to me for help that was the guilty

one.

Biggest case I ever had, and I never got paid for it.

I hope this doesn't happen with you.

I need you to believe me, Mickey.

Oh, my dear, there isn't much Mickey believes in. Yeah, I think I know a lot

about him. I can't really explain it, but it feels like I've met him somewhere

before.

Well, I'm ready when you are.

Of course, this way, dear.

I'm getting some very clear impression just from touching you.

Imagine from another life what has happened goes back far in time,

50 years to the day.

Are you sure?

Mr. Masters died only two weeks ago.

I think Madame Mirka is seeing into somebody else's life.

No. It is your life, a different life than the one you're living now.

Close your eyes.

Trust me.

I see what you see. You have reason to be a distrusting man.

It is a man who lets you down, who lets you suffer for a

crime you didn't commit.

You trust him to prove you're innocent because you love him, but he lets you

die.

Are you talking about the future?

No, not the future, but the past.

Close your eyes and think about the past.

Not exactly the fine dining you're accustomed to, huh?

When they give you your last meal, make sure they give it to you in peace.

You didn't have to see me.

I didn't shut you out of my life.

You shut me out of yours.

No.

Who are you kidding?

I was never in your life. You just used me.

Go to hell.

No. I helped him build a case against you. That makes me an angel of death.

And I'm dispatching you to hell.

Last chance to come clean, sister.

You killed him, didn't you?

Goodbye, Michael.

Card.

It was you.

You betrayed me.

What are you talking about?

In a previous life, Mickey, you had a chance to save her, and you chose not

to.

Previous life?

Give me a break. I don't go in for this hocus-pocus stuff. I brought Samantha

here so we could find out what was blocking her memory.

And I did.

Thanks to Madame Ruka, Samantha now was treating me like I had leprosy.

I tried to talk to Samantha as I drove her home.

To tell her how silly I thought everything Madame Ruka said was.

But all she kept saying was that she needed me to believe.

So after I dropped her off, I did the only thing I could.

I investigated it further.

I pulled some articles from the archives involving a murder from 50 years

earlier.

The woman found guilty of the crime was named Sandra Paxton.

I couldn't deny it.

She had an uncanny resemblance to Samantha Brent.

That bell in the back of my head started ringing all the louder.

The article said that the surprise witness against Sandra Paxton was

private detective Michael Hill.

It had been rumored that he had been her lover.

and that Mrs. Paxton was counting on Mr. Hill to be her alibi.

Apparently, he didn't come through.

Mickey, where is your pretty young lady?

Well, Madame Ruka, it's not her time to take a trip down memory lane. It's mine.

You wish I do a reading of you?

I didn't think, so you believe in it.

Well, time changes a fellow, you know.

Very well, but you have to wait.

I'm with the customer.

Okay.

Now!

Where were we?

Well, last time I was here, you told me that I was going to come across some

money, and you were right. I just inherited a small fortune.

But will you live to enjoy it, Sidney?

You know, bachelors don't live as long as married men.

Well, you know, I have been arguing with my mother that I think it's time that I,

you know, move out, move on.

How old are you, Sidney?

Uh, 33.

And you live still with your mother?

Perhaps this is why your lifeline is so short.

Hey, what are you talking about?

I mean, I exercise and I eat well. You know, Mother's such a good cook.

I see you taking a trip.

Somewhere scenic, somewhere romantic.

Ooh, you can see that?

Hey, but wait a minute. I mean, you know, Mother really doesn't like to

travel and stuff like that, and she's definitely terribly ill.

You will not take this trip with your mother.

No? You will meet a woman.

A dark-haired woman.

Ooh.

Gosh. And I'm going to meet her today?

Ooh, I can hardly wait.

Then don't, Sydney.

Why wait any longer?

Ooh.

Oh.

Oh.

oh yeah

The war can get so intense sometimes.

So I take it you saw a happy future in that crystal ball of yours.

We make our own happy future, Mickey.

What about you?

How will your future be?

That depends on how my past has been.

I want you to take me back, like you did with Samantha.

She said she saw me in 1946.

If that's the case, I gotta see it.

Then we'll see it together. Come with me.

Now close your eyes and concentrate on what I say, on the sound of my

voice. You always knew you were a man out of time.

Now you understand.

Why?

Go back, Mickey Price.

Go back 50 years and you will discover who you truly

are.

Enjoying the party?

Yeah. But the punch could use a little more booze. Have a seat.

I don't think we've met.

I'm Sandra Paxton.

Michael Hill.

Nice to meet you.

Pleasure's all mine.

So, are you a friend of my husband's?

Impressive.

Running out to Swanketh nightclub in town for a birthday party?

Your husband had class, Mrs. Paxton.

And good taste from looking at you.

Thank you.

Unfortunately, he doesn't have eyes for me.

I am?

Yeah. She's Darla Mintz.

She's his secretary.

But I have other names for her.

Anyway.

So if you're not a friend of my husband's, why are you here?

I work for him.

Your husband thought you might need a bodyguard, so he called me.

I'm her private dick by trade.

Why would I need a bodyguard?

Look in the mirror, doll.

You have a hell of a body.

Thank you, I think.

That still doesn't answer my question.

Your husband's going to do a lot of traveling.

He wanted to make sure someone was looking after you.

So none of the other guys get fresh with you, if you know what I mean.

A good-looking dame like you must have every guy in town after her.

I don't think I like your manners, Mr. Price.

You'll get used to them.

Well, let me save you some time.

I'm not having an affair.

The night is still young, Mrs. Paxton.

I think it's time we danced. I think our guests are going to think that we don't

trust one another.

Well, unless that might think you have something going on with your assistant

over there She

seemed to fit well into that life of hers with that

millionaire husband But something told me she wasn't meant to be there and she

wouldn't be there for very much longer

I wasn't doing my job.

But the woman got to me.

That quick.

Like it was meant to happen.

In that life and in this one, Michael, as if were meant to

happen.

Tell me more.

Say it as if it were only yesterday.

We got to know each other as the night went on.

And then I stepped out into the alley.

She followed.

Before I knew it, we were together.

As if we were old pals.

And she was telling me how much she would like to be with me.

Completely.

If only her husband weren't in her life.

I thought you said you didn't fool around.

Well, I didn't.

Until now.

Harold always gave me everything I wanted.

He even gave me you.

There must be something missing from your marriage or you wouldn't be here.

Well, he's always been very generous, but not really with his heart, you know?

It shows.

You know this can only lead to trouble.

Well, some things are worth a little trouble, aren't they?

Yeah. Yes.

Wait a minute.

I can't. I can't do this.

It's a little late for that now, isn't it?

The party doesn't have to end so soon.

I have to be faithful to Harold as long as he's alive and alive.

Even if it isn't what I wish.

Better be careful what you wish for, Sonia.

You know I work for your husband.

Yeah, well, I'm married to him.

I wasn't sure what she was asking me to do.

Maybe it was to get rid of her husband for her.

Or maybe it was just to stand by her while she did it herself.

I loved her.

I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.

But she already promised herself to another man.

So you let her die.

She wanted me to kill another man for her. Be an alibi.

Maybe she didn't do it.

I wanted to believe that.

But I couldn't.

I found no evidence to back her up.

So you find her guilty?

She didn't love me.

She was just using me.

You're sure about that?

I was.

The party was over by the time Sandra left my car, and while she claimed that

she would stay faithful to her husband, he was not so loyal to her.

Thank you.

Oh.

I'm going to go freshen up, then I'll be ready.

For what?

For us to go tell Sandra that you're through with her. Have you forgotten

your promise to me already?

No, I haven't forgotten.

In the court case, Darla Mintz claimed she left the room, leaving Harold Paxton

alone.

Sandra Paxton claimed she walked in to see her husband and Darla together, but

that she walked out after that.

The police didn't buy it.

And unfortunately, neither did I.

Until that last time I saw her in her jail cell.

You killed him, didn't you?

I'll see you in another life.

After that day, I knew she didn't do it.

She was innocent of the crime.

And I let her die in the gas chamber for a murder she didn't commit.

And what became of you?

I don't know.

Would you like to find out?

I don't want to remember anymore.

Not now.

I returned to my office.

I had to sort some things out in my head.

How I felt about that girl, Samantha Brandt.

And more importantly, how I felt about the other one,

Sandra Paxton.

I put a call in to my landlord.

The one who told me once my office had a long line of private dicks in it.

I asked him to check his records about 50 years back.

He didn't even have to look.

He remembered the name of the first dick to rent this office space.

It was Michael Hill from 1944 through 1948.

One year after they executed Sandra Paxton, Michael Hill drank himself to

death right at the desk where I was sitting.

I spent the next few days following Jacqueline White, trying to learn all I

could about her.

I looked into her past.

Then finally, I was able to predict her future.

Hey. Time for some answers, precious.

I have nothing left to say to you.

Well, I have something to say to you.

You and your girlfriend.

I told you, I'm not friends with Samantha anymore.

I'm not talking about Samantha. I'm talking about your other girlfriend,

Jacqueline White.

Come on out, Jacqueline. You're wasting your time.

Wasting time? What's a little more time? I've waited 50 years.

You guessed right. I am here.

So what does that prove?

It doesn't prove anything.

It just gives the cops another suspect.

Or perhaps two.

See, the way I get it figured is, you two became lovers and you had Masters

killed. Why would we? He promised me the job and Rachel was going to be my

assistant. He just said that so Samantha would give in to his advances.

And you found out about it, so you got rid of him.

The company still operates.

And he was giving you the gravy position.

I'll find out if you two killed Masters.

I'll do now what I should have done.

Another life.

Look familiar?

What, the alley?

It's a back entrance to the store club.

Harold Paxton was killed there in 1946 by his lover, Dollar Mintz.

She found out he wasn't going to leave his wife after all, so she flipped out.

And how do you know that?

I found some things out in another life.

Michael Hill tried to write Sondra Paxton off, but he couldn't.

So he dug until he cut the goods on Darla Mintz.

But by then it was too late.

This alley is where Michael Hill and Sondra Paxton almost became lovers.

Well, they missed their opportunity.

We don't have to miss ours.

It took 50 years, but we finally had our chance to be together.

Madame Rooker was right.

If you don't get it right the first time, then you have to keep coming back

until you do.

This time we did.

Hmm.

I love you.

Okay.

oh that's it oh yeah

Okay.

oh that's it oh yeah

Yeah.

I don't know.

Oh my god.

Fuck.

Yeah, I know.

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

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