Dead Again Page #5

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.

Easy, boys, the war is over.

- Lydia.|- Otto!

- So nice to see you.|- So nice to see you.

May I present Gray Baker?

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

- Nice to see you.|- Gray Baker. Congratulations.

Inga, I was just upstairs.

- Yes?|- It's just that I thought...

We had talked about you and Frankie|moving downstairs.

Roman never said anything to me.

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

We've already discussed this.|Tonight, of all nights,

I'd 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 the Pulitzer Prize.

Really?

- Yes, really.|- Well, 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 any|more, all this back-to-normal stuff.

The world's getting boring again.

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.

I'm not going into hiding, Mr Baker.|I'm just getting married.

- It's a pleasure to meet you.|- The pleasure's mine.

See you later. Bye.

Roman had given Margaret|the wedding day of her dreams,

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