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DEAD AGAIN

MURDER

Music World Shocked By Death of Margaret Strauss

Pianist Margaret Strauss

Los Angeles Mansion of ROMAN STRAUSS

Murder Weapon

STRAUSS CLAIMS

THIEF KILLED WIFE

COMPOSER ROMAN STRAUSS

MISSING ANKLET TIED TO MURDER MOTIVE

The Anklet

Strauss Alibi Questioned by Gray Baker

BY GRAY BAKER

GRAY BAKER

STRAUSS

ARRESTED

Composer's Prints Found on Scissors BY GRAY BAKER

STRAUSS TRIAL

OPENS TODAY

Housekeeper Testifies of Jealous Rages

Maestro Refuses To Testify In Own Defense

STRAUSS

GUILTY

DECEMBER 10, 1949

Jury Returns Verdict After Only One Hour

MAESTRO WILL NOT APPEAL

STRAUSS GETS DEATH

Come on in, Mr. Baker.

As you can see, I've become quite a fan of yours.

I'm flattered.

Is that why you've asked me to come down to death row, Mr. Strauss,

to tell me what a fan you are of mine?

I'd like you to print something.

I mean, after all...

You're so good at that.

I'd like you to print

that I said

I loved my wife.

You loved your wife.

And that I'll love her...

Forever.

Of course. Forever.

All right.

Thank you, Mr. Baker.

Aren't you afraid of dying?

To die is different from what anyone supposes...

And luckier.

Is that a line from your opera?

It's Walt Whitman.

I can't take credit for everything, Mr. Baker.

You really believe that you're lucky to die?

What I believe, Mr. Baker,

is that this

is all

far from over.

But you still killed her.

Didn't you, Mr. Strauss?

Okay, Strauss, let's go.

I used to visit all those very gay places

Those come what may places

STRAUSS EXECUTION TODAY Scissor Killer to Be Put to Death

No! No! Stop him!

Stop him!

Stop him!

These...

Are for you!

You're all right, child.

I'm not going to hurt you.

Here we go. Keep it going!

Keep it going!

There!

We found her two nights ago

trying to get inside by climbing over the gates.

Since then she hasn't spoken a single word.

She won't eat.

And when she does sleep, she has violent nightmares.

Call the police.

They've already been here, Father.

They want to take her down to county hospital.

Last night Sister Constance...

She has the room next door,

she heard the woman call this word out in her sleep.

- Diesher? - Disher.

Sounds like nothing to me.

Father...

The woman belongs downtown.

Father, every night before she goes to bed,

she blocks her door with a chair,

and if you had only heard this woman scream!

Sister, I don't have to hear her scream.

I will not abandon this woman, Father.

She's not spending another night here,

and that's final.

But...

I see no reason why we can't

have someone look for her family in the meantime.

But Father, we don't have the money to hire anybody.

The man I'm thinking of would do it for nothing.

He grew up here.

He was a policeman.

He worked in missing persons for some time.

How's that for a name you can trust?

Mike Church Finder of Heirs

Yeah, Pete? It's Mike. Listen, you don't need to run the ad after all.

Yeah, I found Carlisle. In fact, I'm on my way to him right now.

Hey, man, you're on the wrong side of the street!

Yeah, thanks, pal!

And listen, if your wife's cousin should call,

you know, don't take what she says too seriously, okay.

Yeah, yeah. I took her out.

Well, we...

You know, we went and had some lunch, and we kind of...

You know, we went back to her place and...

No, we're not going out again.

Just tell your wife there's nothing the matter with your wife's cousin,

it's just, you know, she...

I don't want to...

Yeah, well, I'm not looking for Miss Right.

I'm looking for Miss right now.

Yeah, thank you.

Hey!

Cozy Carlisle?

Try the freezer.

Okay. Thank you.

Cozy Carlisle?

Fuck you. I'm on a break.

Mr. Carlisle, I've been retained by law firm of Opperman-Crowe

to find you and tell you that Myron Spargo died last month.

Who the fuck's Myron Spargo?

He was a patient of yours.

I had a lot of patients.

Now beat it.

Yeah, well, this one left you $11,000.

Myron! Myron!

- Yeah. Myron T. Spargo. - Myron T. Spargo!

- Yeah. Plumbing contractor. - Yeah.

Lived in San Marino with his wife...

Karen or Sharon.

Karen. Yeah.

She must be very lonely right now.

That's, Jesus, 11,000. That's a lot of grateful.

Winston 100's

You want a cigarette?

What? No. I don't smoke.

By my count, you've looked at this pack three times in the last minute.

What is this?

You're fidgeting with the pen like it's a cigarette.

You helped Myron Spargo to quit smoking?

No. Myron was impotent.

Imagine that.

A man lays pipe for a living, can't get it up at home.

Yeah, Myron must've had one hell of a hard-on when he made out his will.

Hey, thumb-dick, I was a damn good shrink.

Sixteen and a half years I worked with a lot of people through a lot of shit.

Okay, I slept with a patient or two.

It's not like I didn't care about them.

Okay.

I loved being a doctor.

I used to not charge half my patients.

Then the fucking state comes along,

they send some bitch undercover,

and I'm fucked.

It ain't fair, is it?

Why don't you call Opperman-Crowe, okay?

Set up an appointment, go in, sign the paperwork,

they'll cut you a check for the 8,800 right there, okay?

Excuse me.

What happened to the 11,000?

Well, eleven less my commission, mate.

That is, unless you got a problem with that, Sigmund.

Could I use your phone?

Help yourself.

Thanks.

Mr. Church.

Yeah?

Someone's either a smoker or a nonsmoker.

There's no in-between.

The trick is to find out which one you are

and be that.

Yeah, well, I'm trying to quit, so...

Don't tell me you're trying to quit.

People who say they're trying to quit are basically pussies who cannot commit.

Find out which one you are. Be that. That's it.

If you're a nonsmoker, you'll know.

Thank you. Nice place you got here.

Fuckin' fruitcake.

SAINT AUDREY'S HOME FOR BOYS

Somewhere someone is very worried about this woman.

All right.

If you want, I'll give the lady a lift down to county hospital.

That's really all I got time to do right now.

Okay. Maybe on the way

I'll stop and have a buddy of mine at the paper take her picture,

run it in the morning edition.

Okay? How's that sound?

That sounds wonderful. Thank you.

That sounds wonderful. All right.

So, only one glove, one ring...

I was checking the labels, you know,

so you might get a line on where she bought them.

And how did the labels smell, Mr. Church?

Well, expensive. Yeah...

The...

The perfume...

I mean...

Mike Church.

This is a Claddagh ring, Irish wedding band.

You know, if you wear it with the crown facing up,

it means you're taken.

Crown down means you're not. How were you wearing it?

The policeman had her take it off so that he could see it.

Well, what about the other glove?

She only had the one on when we found her.

I'll help her get ready.

So if you see anything you recognize, just give a holler, okay?

You know, I know you can't holler per se,

so maybe just you give a wave or something or...

Well...

You know, it sure is nice to be with someone

you don't feel you have to yak to all the time.

Smile, sweetheart.

That's a girl!

You're really just going to dump her off at county?

Why don't you take her home?

She's not a stray dog, Pete.

Yeah, and besides, you never bring women back to your place.

They might mess with your stuff.

My stuff, my stuff.

Well, at least with her you don't have to worry about forgetting her name.

She's already forgotten it for you.

You laugh now. Look.

Count to 30, take her out of the fixer, put her in the water.

I'll be out here writing the caption.

Can we begin? Let's start. Chop-chop.

Thank you so much.

Yeah, you're in good hands, sweetheart.

Mikey's a pro.

He can find anything.

Same thing happened to me once.

Two years ago.

This mailman in Lawndale freaked out,

and he chopped up his entire family with a hedge trimmer.

Then, either 'cause he heard a voice, or...

I don't know, maybe he felt bad.

He cut off his own arms.

Pete.

He had to dial 911 with his nose.

- Pete! - What?

I just know there's a point to this.

It's coming!

See, I was the first shooter to show up at the scene.

I take one look, I pass out.

I passed out cold.

I come to,

I had no idea who I was.

I didn't even know my own family.

It was the scariest thing that ever happened to me.

Then one morning I wake up

and my little girl is standing beside the bed.

And she looks at me and says,

"I love you."

Well, I just looked at her

and in about two seconds...

My whole life came back to me.

So...

You hang in there, you hang in there, sweetheart.

Sooner or later, it'll all come back.

Scout's honor.

Look, I got to get her to the hospital, okay, so...

Yeah, I got this thing to write. It's gonna take some time.

- Thank you. - Sure.

Look, my name and number are going to be in the paper,

so the minute somebody sees your picture,

I'll come get you, okay?

We're talking one night at the most here.

That's my fucking cookie, bitch! That's my cookie!

That's my fucking cookie!

Give it to me! Give it to me!

It's not my problem.

- Take her to the hospital. - I took her. It was terrible.

We cannot deal with her.

I'm sure you'll find this place almost as nice as county hospital.

My goodness! The maid hasn't been.

Anyway, I'm sure you won't be stuck here too long.

You know this was spotless, this place, when I left it a year ago.

But, you know, somebody's gonna see your picture in the paper and...

You know, they'll come find you,

and you'll know what your name is.

Hey! Hey. It's okay.

Can I get rid of this for you?

Relieve you of hospital life.

You a little faint?

You're hungry, right? You haven't eaten all day.

Well, listen, if you get hungry, the fridge is right there.

Trudy, it's 10:00, for Christ's sake!

Will you shut up?

We're fine. We're friends. It's just...

You know, music, I love it. But her music? No.

Okay, we got... The bedroom's in here.

The bathroom's here. The closet's there.

There's a sweatshirt in the bottom drawer,

in case you want something to wear when you're sleeping,

and some old clothes if you want to change in the morning.

Help yourself.

That's a beauty, isn't it?

You know, the desk and bookcase in the living room

are from the same period as the...

Well...

Good night.

Good night.

Welcome to...

"The desk and bookshelf in the living room

"are from the same period."

God, what an asshole!

Not

These...

Are for you.

No! No!

What's going on? Open the door!

Hey, hey.

Take it easy.

It's okay. You're okay. It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay. Take it easy.

Take it easy. Take it easy.

Take it easy.

Take it easy.

It's okay. It's okay.

Was described as "DISHER." Anyone should contact Mike Church, Panorama

Listen, pal, I don't have to tell you anything.

DYSHER? DISHER?

Instead, how about you tell me what her ring looks like?

Yeah, a coiled serpent.

Yeah. Skull and crossbones?

Matches the tattoo?

Thanks for calling, Floyd.

Well, the entire male population of LA has checked in this morning.

This is better than video dating.

Excuse me. Mr. Church?

Yeah. Can I help you?

Well, actually, I'm here to help you.

Yeah? Who are you supposed to be, her grandfather?

No. I'm not her grandfather,

nor her grandmother, for that matter.

In fact, I'm no relation at all. My name is Franklyn Madson.

That's a very handsome chair.

If I'm not mistaken, that's a Heywood-Wakefield.

I'll give you $45 for that right now.

It's a Stickley, it's worth $250. What can I do for you, Mr. Madson?

A glass of water would be lovely.

Your stairs are rather steep.

The long climb's wore me out a bit.

I see cases like this all the time.

A person experiences something traumatic

and they want to erase it from their minds.

The trouble is, they erase everything else along with it.

You a shrink?

No, not exactly.

I'm a hypnotist.

Okay, here's the water. There's the door.

Sorry about the stairs.

Tastes a bit like bourbon.

It's simply a matter of regressing the young lady

back to a happier time,

and then asking her who she is.

Your hand is feeling very light, my dear,

so light that I'm afraid

if I were to let go of it,

it would just...

Float up, all on its own.

Hey, who gave you permission...

No, no... She's perfectly all right.

Now I want you to continue to relax, my dear.

Tell yourself that you're going deeper and deeper

into a state of hypnosis.

That's it.

That's right.

That's very nice.

Good.

Now, my dear, let us go back.

Tell me...

- Has something... - Somebody help me!

Why'd she...

Is she still under?

No.

What made you scream?

Can you talk now?

Well, at least we know she does talk.

Rather well, in fact.

How do you feel?

I'd say she was feeling better.

Splendid.

Now, if you'd like,

you could come by my shop tomorrow afternoon

and we can try again.

I shall need several hours,

but I think the surroundings there will be a little...

Yeah, look, you did a great job. She spoke, I'm thrilled, really,

but I don't have the money...

No, no. It will cost you nothing, Mr. Church.

We'll deal with her family when we find them.

I'm sure they'll find my services invaluable

once they realize that I'm the one

who's reunited them with their...

Daughter? Wife?

Or whomever.

Yes, you have some lovely things.

Pity...

Well, I bid you all good day.

You...

You missed something around the back.

Do you want to...

Put your head down?

I'll...

I'll get you a towel.

The LAUGHING DUKE FINE ANTIQUES

Madson?

You were inside President Roosevelt's office?

Yes.

Lots of times.

My mommy was his cook.

Yeah, we were like family.

I used to sit on Uncle Teddy's lap.

I liked that.

I'm sure Uncle Teddy did, too.

Now, Mrs. Tepper, on the south wall of that office,

there was a lacquered mahogany desk.

Yes, I remember.

What did President...

What did Uncle Teddy

do with it?

He gave it to Emily Maxwell,

his personal secretary.

And where did Mrs. Maxwell retire to?

Tucson, Arizona.

Now I'm going to count to three,

at which point you'll be wide awake,

quite refreshed,

and yet, you'll remember nothing of our little discussion.

One, two, three.

How did I do?

I don't think you need to worry anymore about those silly chocolate cravings.

Mother, turn that down, please.

I thought today,

since this is our first real session,

we'd just go for an hour or two.

Now, as soon as you feel quite comfortable, my dear,

I want you to

take a look at the candle in front of you.

I want you to stare at it.

Good.

Now I want you to picture yourself

walking down a flight of stairs.

With each step, you'll relax still further.

And as you go down,

I want you to tell yourself,

"I am going deeper

"and deeper

"into a state of hypnosis."

Since yesterday you became a bit excited,

today I want you to distance yourself

from the events you're watching,

as if you were only a witness,

not an actual participant.

And if you do happen to notice any nice little relics

or objet d'art along the way,

you might just mention them, too.

For Christ's sakes.

Now,

at the bottom of the stairs,

I want you to picture a door.

Now this door is very important,

because just beyond it

lies whatever time or place from your life

you wish to visit.

All right, then, the door has opened.

You can speak, my dear.

What was the happiest day...

The day we first met.

Distance yourself.

The day Roman and Margaret first met.

Margaret?

That's right.

- Margaret who? - Mr. Church...

Strauss.

All right, then, let's go back to the day.

Margaret and Roman first met.

How far back are you?

Two years?

Three years?

A year?

It was 1948.

Okey-dokey. I think I've heard enough.

Mr. Church, I really must insist

that you refrain from talking during the session.

The lady just told us she met a guy named Roman in 1948.

I say the session's over.

On occasion, Mr. Church,

hypnosis can take us back to our past lives

as well as our past.

You expect me just to run with that?

Let me remind you, Mr. Church,

yesterday this young lady wasn't even speaking.

Rachmaninoff was on the program that night.

Wait for me, my dear.

When was this?

Winter...

1948.

Roman was guest conductor

with the Los Angeles symphony.

And everyone was terrified of him,

except Margaret.

Syd's

It was after the war,

and Los Angeles was so exciting.

Everywhere you went, people were having fun.

I'm sorry.

To Margaret, a woman with more beauty than grace.

Thank you very much.

Roman could dance.

He could tell jokes.

He could even read palms.

Not much of a life line, I'm afraid.

But wait.

I do see...

Love.

Passionate...

Everlasting love.

Does this work on a lot of women?

I'll let you know.

Margaret's career was flourishing,

and Roman was confident that his new opera

would make him as famous in America

as he had been in Europe.

I heard you were once married.

Yes, I was.

She's dead now.

How did she die?

To escape Germany,

we had to go through the mountains.

It was a very difficult trip,

and she had a weak heart.

Roman lived in this enormous house.

Just him, his housekeeper, and her son...

And Roman's music.

It's for an opera I'm working on.

You're writing an opera about a monster?

Is this from your opera?

Yes.

The opera was almost all Roman cared about,

until he met Margaret

and literally swept her off her feet.

I'm drenched. We'll ruin this couch.

I'll get another one.

The day of the wedding was so happy.

It seemed like nothing and nobody

could ever come between them.

Daytime.

First step's always the toughest.

Sweetheart, thank you.

Help.

Where are we?

Don't ask. Just try to be polite.

Hey, easy, boys, the war is over.

- Lydia. - Otto.

So nice to see you.

So nice to see you.

- May I present Gray Baker. - Gray Baker?

- I'm yawning already. - We'll stay five minutes.

You know Syd, of course.

Gray Baker. Congratulations.

I...

Inga, I was just upstairs.

Yes?

Well, it's just that I thought...

I mean, we had talked about you and Frankie

moving into the guest room downstairs.

Roman never said anything to me.

What Mr. Strauss said or didn't say is irrelevant.

You and I have already discussed this.

Now, tonight, of all nights, I would appreciate it

if you weren't sleeping in the next room.

Yes, Mrs. Strauss.

Thank you.

Mrs. Strauss?

Congratulations.

Thank you, Frankie.

- Lydia. - Mrs. Strauss.

May I present Gray Baker?

How do you do?

How do you do?

Mr. Baker just made the list for this year's Pulitzer Prize.

No? Really?

- Yes, really. - Congratulations.

Congratulations, yourself.

Thank you.

So any new tidbits from the press?

Zero.

To tell you the truth, I miss the war.

What an odd thing to say.

Doesn't seem to be much news anymore,

this back-to-normal stuff.

The world's getting boring again.

Well, I'll tell you what,

the only thing I do regret is by being away so long

I haven't had my chance...

To hear you play, Mrs. Strauss.

To hear you play.

Well, I'm not going into hiding, Mr. Baker.

I'm just getting married.

Yes.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

The pleasure's mine.

See you later.

Bye.

Bye.

Roman had given Margaret

the wedding day of her dreams,

full of new people and wonderful surprises.

But there was another surprise to come.

Roman.

I've never seen anything like this.

It's beautiful.

I don't know what to say.

"Thank you" is always good.

Thank you.

No, it's not a bracelet, darling.

It's an anklet,

a very special anklet.

Let's have your leg.

It's really very old.

The man I bought it from

explained to me that when a husband gives this to his wife,

they become

two halves of the same person.

Nothing can separate them.

Not even death.

So we're stuck with each other.

Either that, or I've overpaid terribly for the thing.

Three, two, one.

A little hot in here.

Mother, could you open a window for us, please?

Now, this isn't as uncommon as you might think.

A colleague of mine up in San Francisco last month...

May I have a glass of water?

You really have found your tongue, my dear. It's wonderful.

Do you know your name?

Give her time, Mr. Church.

Do you remember anything at all?

What about those people you were talking about?

Are they still alive? 'Cause maybe I can trace...

I'd like to show you something.

June 1949.

That was Roman Strauss,

that was his wife Margaret,

and that was their home.

ROMAN STRAUSS

Handsome man, wasn't he?

Not at all the sort who'd murder his wife.

Yes.

He stabbed her in the throat

with a lovely pair of antique gold-plated Die Schere barber scissors.

Die Schere...

Disher.

They were auctioned at Christie's last year for $20,000...

By a Japanese gentleman, if memory serves.

Why did...

They seemed so in love.

Well, those are usually the people that kill each other.

Could she have dreamed this

or maybe she read about these people and something happened...

No, no, no. I was getting clarity far beyond

what one would pick up from simply reading something.

Okay, they look alike. It means nothing.

Mr. Church.

Well, I don't believe she was there.

Mr. Church, it doesn't matter whether you believe anything.

For whatever reason, these events are consuming her.

The sooner we work through them, the sooner she'll get her memory back.

Now, tomorrow I have a friar's luncheon at 12:00.

How's 4:00 tomorrow sound?

Yes. Thank you very much.

My pleasure.

- Mr. Church. - Yeah?

The magazine.

$17.95.

You okay?

Is there anything you need right now?

You mean besides my memory?

Okay. You know, I can't get used to the sound of your voice.

It's like one day you wake up, and your cat talks to you.

It's just, you've been so quiet the last couple of days, and...

Okay, never mind. I didn't speak. Forget it.

Mr. Church...

Mike.

Why are you helping me?

I don't know. You smell good.

I don't know.

Maybe I feel sorry for you. Maybe I like you.

Maybe I want to hear how that story you told in there ends.

But you don't believe any of that.

Well, I believe you just experienced something pretty weird.

I'm just not convinced it means what he says it means.

So, you think I'm crazy?

I think we need a second opinion.

FOOD MARKET

So, what do you think happened?

Sounds to me like she had a past-life experience.

You said you were good.

I used to think it was bullshit too,

but every now and then it happens.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

I had this one crazy old lady. Really batshit.

I mean, she was so claustrophobic

she would choke if she walked in Yankee Stadium.

God dammit.

I thought, well, know what I'm dealing with here?

I'm dealing with maybe some childhood trauma.

So I used hypnotherapy.

I'll take her back. I'll find some memory. I'll regress her.

Sure enough. Bingo!

There it was. She was five years old.

She used have this uncle, take her in the closet and molest her.

Really sick shit.

I thought, "I got it. That's it." No!

I worked with her for a couple more months,

and she's still claustrophobic.

So I say, "Hey, what the fuck? I'll regress her back even further."

But this time, when I asked her what year is it, she says 1832.

- 1832? - Yeah.

Right, when I hear that, I say, "Right, lady. Blow me."

Yeah, but she keeps going.

She says, "Hey, there's this father who's an undertaker."

And she has a brother who used to like to lock her up in coffins.

Yeah.

I don't know if it was bullshit, or if it wasn't.

All I know is, after that session,

she wasn't claustrophobic anymore.

There's a lot more people on this planet who believe in past lives than don't.

Yeah, I'm sure that makes her feel a lot better.

Look, this lady screams in her sleep today, right now.

I don't care who she was.

You know, I want to know who she is.

Do you believe what you saw was real?

It seemed real.

Yeah.

You stick with the junk man. He's on the right track.

I'll tell you why.

Look...

Sometimes a trauma in a present life

can lead you back to a trauma in a past-life.

If you resolve that past-life trauma,

I think you got a real good chance of finding out who you are.

You take what you learn from this life, and you use it in the next.

That's karma.

I thought karma was I do something bad in this life,

I'm a termite in the next one?

Hey, you ask me, you're already a termite in this life

in a shitty suit, okay?

What good is learning anything

if you're going to be with different people each time?

You're not gonna be with different people.

Thanks to fate, the only cosmic force with a tragic sense of humor,

you burn somebody in one life,

they get a chance to burn you back in this one.

It's the karmic credit plan.

Buy now, pay forever.

Excuse me. It's my karmic burden to load some cat food.

Come on.

Tell me something, Mike.

Why is it that I can recognize certain smells,

that I know my right hand from my left,

but I can't remember what my favorite color is

or my favorite flower

or what kind of wine I like.

- Maybe you're lucky. - Lucky? How so?

I was just thinking there must be a certain kind of freedom

that goes with living only in the present tense.

At least you don't have to spend every day

trying to forget your past.

Excuse me.

Yeah.

ABEL TORRENCE THE WAITING MAN

So Roman's guard on death row wrote this?

Abel Torrence

And this is the press coverage, right?

STRAUSS TRIAL OPENS TODAY Packed Courthouse Expected

I spent three hours in the file morgue looking for that stuff.

- How's it going with Jane Doe? - Come on.

Getting anywhere? Trying to get anywhere?

Gray Baker. You know, she mentioned this guy's name this afternoon.

- You think she's married? - He wrote every single one of these?

Probably not.

Listen, I've only known her a couple of days, right.

Well, sometimes that's all it takes.

Think this Baker guy's still around?

If he is, he's a million years old.

I notice you're staying in this evening.

While you're busy noticing things, why don't you go back,

talk to some of the people who worked for the same paper.

Maybe they know what happened to this guy.

Shut up.

Hello, Pete.

Hey. You're talking!

Yeah.

Listen, I hope it's okay. I borrowed more clothes.

Sure, fine.

Don't worry. I didn't mess with your stuff.

I like your voice.

I like being able to finally use it.

Well, you don't want to be late.

- For what? - For whatever.

Right. She's living here?

You'll let me know when you find Baker.

Need something? I got one in my wallet. Just in case...

It was really nice of you to eat the whole dinner like that.

No. It was really good.

I guess I just don't have company that often.

Anyway, you're gonna love this place. We can have a few drinks,

maybe dance off dinner.

I know the owner. He'll take good care of us.

ECHO PARK CAFE

Hey, Ray, how you doing?

We're closed, Mike. It's going to rain.

Come on, you're kidding. There's no music tonight?

Al's sick.

Give me a break here, will ya?

I'm trying to have a kind of romantic evening.

You want to get her drunk?

Music

Two glasses of wine, okay?

We'll sit outside. You can leave.

We lost our liquor license three weeks ago.

- No. - The neighbors.

Well, how about some coffee, huh?

I got tea.

Tea is fine.

Tea is fine.

What the hell happened to this place?

I can't believe you got no booze...

What's going on?

Is this from your opera?

Father Tim made us take piano lessons.

He said it was therapeutic.

Okay, tea's up. Jesus! I'm sorry.

Let's see how else I can screw up this evening.

- It's okay. - You okay?

It's okay.

It's okay.

Okay.

Cold?

No, I'm not cold.

I'm just scared.

Of what?

I don't know.

It's like...

Someone's following me.

And I can't see who it is.

I can't...

See behind me.

But you will. I mean, it just, it takes time.

Mike, someone wants to kill me.

Those are just dreams.

They're not real.

Nobody is going to hurt you now.

And when you know who you are,

you're not going to be so afraid.

You know, if it makes you feel any better,

I can read tea bags.

You're gonna tell me my future?

No. I'm going to tell you your past.

Okay?

Let's see. Now, you were born in Idaho.

Your father was a potato farmer.

You tell jokes real well. You're a great cook.

And you never get seasick,

except maybe that one time on your honeymoon.

So I'm married?

Yeah. To Jim Tannenbaum, the potato prince.

- The potato prince? - Yeah.

So, then I'm rich?

No, you're poor, but you have each other,

so it doesn't matter.

Your favorite color is red. Your favorite flowers are roses.

So, how did I lose my memory?

Once a month, you take six homeless women bungee jumping

off the roof of the Cal Fed building on Miracle Mile.

And last week, you bumped your head

and ended up wandering around the Wilshire District

until you finally ended up at Saint Audrey's.

Bungee jumping?

Yeah, you're a thrill seeker, you know.

So, what's my name?

Grace.

Grace.

That's what the tea bag says,

that my name is Grace.

Well, I had this kindergarten teacher named Sister Grace.

You sort of remind me of her, so...

Would this be the big, fat Sister Grace?

No. This would be the

big, beautiful Sister Grace.

Okay.

Grace it is.

Okay.

To Grace.

Mike, why is it, you think,

that Father Timothy asked you to help me?

Well, I owe Tim a lot of favors.

I was not the greatest kid.

I always had this kind of temper.

I used to beat up on the other kids.

He straightened me out.

In fact, I owe him a lot.

If it wasn't for him, I'd be in some jail somewhere.

But don't you think it's strange

that we both just kind of showed up at Saint Audrey's?

Not strange. Just one of those things, you know.

It's coincidence.

I wonder.

You wonder what?

I wonder how the potato prince would feel

about us walking together around a moonlit lake.

I'm sure he's a very understanding guy.

Then again, maybe there is no potato prince.

Maybe not.

- It's sprinkling. - That's nothing.

Do you think you remember how to dance?

I don't know.

Well, I think we should go up to my roof and find out.

- Your roof? - Yeah. It's a terrific view there.

It's where I take all the women I date with no memory.

- It's going to rain. - It never rains in LA.

I think it is going to rain.

- We'll ruin it. - It's already ruined.

This is exactly what happened with Roman and Margaret.

I'm not Roman.

We can always go back inside.

No, no, I'm hungry.

Let's go some place, order everything on the menu and see what I like.

We could go to Syd's.

Maybe he'd give you your old table back.

Kathryn?

- Kathryn. - Hey...

Thank God, you're all right.

- You don't recognize me, do you? - No.

A few days, it will all come back, I promise.

Who the hell are you?

I'm sorry. Doug O'Malley.

Yeah, so?

This is my fiancée.

When I got home and you weren't there, I went crazy.

Then I saw your picture in the paper.

Why doesn't she recognize you.

- It must be the Dalmane. - The what?

Dalmane. It's for insomnia.

"Kathryn Pierce."

Sometimes it causes memory lapse.

Kathryn Pierce Dalmane 30MG

- Honey, are those his? - This has happened before?

Once. When she took too much, but I was around that time.

Baby, whose clothes are these?

So where were you this time?

I had a job interview back east.

Yeah? Well, what kind of ring does she wear?

It's an Irish wedding band.

I gave it to her in high school.

Well, I'm still going to need a little more.

I found this near the front door.

You must have dropped it on your way out.

Why can't I remember you?

You will. 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.

At least 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.

Car's just up here. I think we should go straight to the doctor.

I got your other glove.

Hey.

Man, you were this close.

I mean, this glove thing was a nice touch.

I don't know what you're talking about.

There's only one teeny little problem.

It's for the wrong hand...

Doug.

You son of a bitch!

You son of a...

Mike!

That fucking guy look like he knew karate to you?

My God, I really believed him. Who was he?

I don't know. All ♪ know is, you got people

chasing after you in every life, right.

The sooner we find out who you are, the better.

Now, 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, dear friends.

Let the party begin!

Margaret, darling!

Margaret, hello!

You look so lovely, darling.

You look stunning. You're beautiful.

Hey, Strauss, you old kraut. There you are.

How are you?

Excuse me.

I love what you do. I love what you do.

I love your costume!

Otto, what luck I have, huh?

May I have a word in private?

Sure. What's on your mind?

I need some money.

You?

See what she's wearing?

- Disgusting! - What?

I'm offering you a job.

Otto, you know 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.

No. I told you it was too good for the damn picture.

But it doesn't matter.

Listen, 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? - 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? - Yeah, you know, pictures, movies.

No. I'm a composer.

Well, in that case, you're not anybody.

Otto Kline presents TRIPLE PLAY

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,

you haven't seen them for a while,

it's only natural to inquire how things are going.

Especially if you're a reporter.

Especially.

- How are things? - They're fine. They're wonderful.

Go inside, everyone.

- This cutting cold! - I have no idea.

Please make yourself comfortable.

Roman, it's freezing out there.

I could be a good friend, Margaret.

What makes you such a good friend?

Well, I can talk baseball to a man

and pay a stupid compliment to a woman.

What else is there?

So, who do you think is going to win the Series this year?

Well, very nice.

Impressive piece of jewelry.

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, Mr. Baker, what you were just doing with my wife's leg.

I was only trying to...

Really, Roman, Mr. Baker is just a friend.

Believe me, Margaret, this man is no friend of yours.

I know this is none of my business,

but Margaret just needed somebody...

Roman!

Where do you get such ideas?

I don't know. Maybe it was when I saw the man holding your leg.

He was looking at the anklet.

The anklet that you specifically asked me to wear tonight,

so that everybody could see how rich we are, or were.

Is that what you told him that we're broke?

I didn't tell him anything.

No, you just lifted up your dress!

- Is everything all right, Mr. Strauss? - No!

Yes. Everything is fine.

Margaret.

Margaret.

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.

Yes, yes, yes.

Oh, no, no, no.

Not

Mr. Strauss?

Yes, Frankie?

The phone rang.

Mother answered.

I'm not sure,

but I think it's for you.

Thank you, Frankie.

I'm just calling to apologize about my behavior the other night.

No, 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.

Roman!

Roman!

You're overreacting.

But, Roman, I caught him with his hand in my drawer.

He was giving you a charm.

They're like that, you know, superstitious.

I want you to fire them.

I can't fire them, Margaret.

- They've been with me for years. - Well, 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,

and 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 is it you've never told me

that you got all your money from your first wife?

Because it isn't true. Who told you...

Why would a woman with a bad heart want to make a trip over the 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 exactly 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 must mean that you're finally

coming into the present.

That means 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 straight out onto Miami beach,

at least we'd know for certain.

I'm not Roman.

But you were there.

It was real.

Yes, yes. I'm coming, I'm coming.

Yeah? Yeah?

- Mike, this is Pete. - Yeah.

I got a line on Gray Baker.

What, so he's still alive?

He's somewhere, I got...

All they had was a post-office box in the valley.

Okay, I want to send him a message.

Hold on. Go ahead.

Okay, you have it say,

Margaret wants to know if you still miss the war, okay.

- What? - That's it. No name. Just my number.

Maybe Gray Baker will be able to make sense out of all this.

I'm afraid of you, Mike.

Well, you're afraid of a dead man.

You heard what Dr. Carlisle said,

about how two people keep meeting over and over again.

Okay, say that's true. Why would I wanna hurt you?

Why would Roman hurt Margaret?

I'm not Roman!

Trudy, will you shut up?

Okay, okay, take these.

Take them!

- Well, I don't want them. - Well, I want you to have them.

So just take them, right.

Okay, all right.

- Mike, will you stop... - Take the fucking scissors, Grace!

Come on. I got some more. Come on.

Come on! Let's clear this thing up. Okay. Come on.

Mike, don't!

Come on. We can't be too careful, can we?

Besides, I might scratch your eyes out with them.

Okay, come on. I know we got some more around here.

- There's got to be some in here. - Mike, please stop it!

Here, take it. Sleep with it. Put it under your pillow.

I come near you, blow my head off.

No! No? What do you mean, "No"?

If you're so fucking afraid of me, I think you'd be glad to have it!

Come on!

Not

I'm sorry.

It's okay. Listen...

I would never hurt you, Margaret.

Oh, my god!

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,

and remember,

you are no longer an observer.

- Where are you? - In a hallway.

Whose hallway?

My hallway.

- Who are you? - I don't know.

Well, 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.

It's... It's...

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...

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... Have to stop this.

I have to stop this.

I have to stop this.

No, Mr. Baker, we have nothing to say to each other. Goodbye.

Roman.

I think we've heard enough.

No, you haven't.

I'm not Roman,

and you were not...

Hello!

Hey, 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 at 1454 Hightower,

DRIVER LICENSE AMANDA SHARP

in the old Carl Kay House, you know, the one with the elevator?

One of your neighbors finally saw the picture,

and when they couldn't get a hold of Mike,

they called the paper.

Not

I got to get out of here.

Mike?

Mike...

Hey, Mike. Mike, are you okay?

Mike, look out!

There's no reason to be so upset.

She's got no husband, no fiancé, no nothing.

- What a butthead! - I checked.

We're talking about a profound state of unattachment here, Mike.

Did you hear what I said?

Yeah.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Watch the feet, for Christ's sake.

What the hell's the matter with you?

Let me get this straight.

You were this woman, Margaret Strauss?

Right. That's right. Yeah.

So the lady with no memory was your husband?

Roman Strauss, right.

And 40 years ago, she killed you,

and now she's back again.

Right.

It all makes perfect sense.

Yeah.

This gender switching shit happens all the time.

You can be Bob in one life, and then Betty in the next.

You can be a husband in one life, and then the wife in the next.

Two halves of the same person.

I would say from this picture, you look more like him than her,

but what a babe you were.

Come on.

So, like, you know...

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 was like you learn something

from one lifetime to another.

Well, that's what you learned from this life.

I mean, karmically, self-defense is quite cool.

Besides, what you've told me,

I don't think it's gonna be any different today

than it is was 40 years ago.

Maybe Roman Strauss didn't kill his wife.

You know that's not true. They erased the guy.

He caught her on the phone. He 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...

Why would she want to kill me now?

Why do women do anything?

Your neighbor, Mrs. Kelly,

told me you were mugged one night getting on the elevator.

You seemed okay, but the next night you were gone,

which is how I guess you lost your memory.

Your work's still here, though.

My God.

I live here?

Give yourself some time.

But I don't recognize 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 just forget all this metaphysical stuff

and call Mike?

No. Actually, I don't think that would be a very good idea at all.

Let me be very honest with you, my dear.

At this point, I think it best

that you have no contact whatsoever with Mr. Church.

None.

Come on. You don't honestly think that 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 of words

and the very best of intentions.

He'll have some perfectly reasonable explanation

as to why everything's going to turn out just fine.

Before you know it, you'll find yourself in each other's arms,

and you'll feel warm and safe.

But I'm telling you right here and now,

that any security you feel will be an illusion.

I'm telling you, any relationship you have with Mr. Church

can end only one way. Violently.

Come on, I've known Mike Church forever.

He would never hurt her.

Mr. Dugan, we are talking about fate.

And if fate works at all,

it works because people think that this time,

it isn't going to happen.

Well, I don't...

I've got to run down to the paper for a few hours.

How about I come by and check on you later tonight?

What about tomorrow night and the night after that?

How am I supposed to keep him away? I mean, if he really wants to see me...

Well, if you can't keep him away with words,

use this.

Sorry.

Its been in my shop for a few years.

It belonged to a famous gangster... Stinky somebody.

I can't use that.

I know it's old, my dear, but I assure you it still fires.

I mean, I can't shoot anybody.

I suggest you take it all the same.

Come on, you don't honestly believe this stuff, do you?

I mean, does Mike?

He found you again, didn't he?

Come on. 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?

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Yeah? Yeah, okay.

Yeah, this is Mike Church. Somebody called me.

Mr. Church, someone would like to see you,

a Mr. Gray Baker.

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He'll ask,

but whatever you do, don't let him smoke.

Gray Baker?

Can I have a cigarette?

They just told me 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...

They said that they...

They were Margaret Strauss in a...

You know, like 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.

Yeah. I read a book by Roman's guard on death row.

He said that right before Roman was executed,

you asked him if he really killed his wife.

The guard said that 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.

So what did he say to you?

Can I have a cigarette?

I don't have any. What did he say?

I see that they're in your pocket.

What did Roman say?

What did Roman tell you? What did Roman tell you?

Tell me, Mr. Baker!

Hey, take it easy. Are you okay?

Jesus. Just...

You want me to get someone?

Hey, hey, hey...

May I please have a cigarette?

Yeah, yeah.

No. Keep them. Really.

I just quit.

He didn't say anything.

Come on. I gave you a fucking cigarette.

I'm telling you the truth.

I asked him,

but you still killed her...

Didn't you?

He kissed me.

He 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.

The LAUGHING DUKE FINE ANTIQUES

FRANKLYN MADSON PROPRIETOR

OPEN

Don't forget to take the rings,

to the jewelry in the bureau drawer.

Our client wishes to make it look like simple robbery.

Simple robbery. That's very important.

Okay, okay.

Let me just check the address again.

Hi, Inga.

You know who I am.

We don't have much time.

Before I call the police, I thought I'd stop by,

see if you wanted to tell me why you murdered Margaret Strauss.

What are you doing here? Where's Frankie?

You know what I'm doing here.

You were in love with Roman. I want the truth.

And I'm not leaving till I get 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 just couldn't understand

that Roman and Margaret truly loved each other.

Mr. Baker, I don't want you to call me anymore.

No, Mr. Baker, we have nothing to say to each other.

Goodbye.

Roman.

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 Dougy, the fiancé, to take her away from me, right?

His real name is 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 anymore.

I understand.

Good night, Frankie.

Good night, Mother.

Die Schere

NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH PREVENTS BURGLARIES

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. Just listen...

What did you do to the phone?

What do you mean? What're you talking about?

The line is dead.

It's windy out.

The lines are probably out all over the hills.

- Will you listen? - Just go away!

Now, will you

just listen to me, okay?

Don't shoot. Don't shoot. Take it easy, Grace.

Where are you going?

- I'm not going to hurt you! - Go away!

Take it easy.

Look. Listen... Watch, watch.

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

Now, listen, this is for you...

Mike!

Mike?

Oh, 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?

Margaret!

Margaret.

It's all over, Frankie!

Mike, don't!

Pete, stop it!

Don't!

Well, 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 okay.

It's okay.

The door just closed.