Dark Passage Page #4

If the answer is yes, just blink.

Do you have a place to stay?

Do you have someone to help you?

Good.

When you get there,

talk to that person with pencil and paper.

You're to sleep flat on your back.

Have your friend tie your hands

to the bed so you can't turn over.

Got that straight?

You can get up now.

I took your coat off to get at that skin.

You can roll down your sleeves.

Maybe you did it, maybe you didn't.

Sam says you didn't kill her...

and I've known Sam a long time.

I've got a lot of faith in Sam.

That's why I took this job.

If I had thought

you were a professional killer...

I wouldn't have any part of it.

But the way it is now, is this:

You'll look older,

but you'll always feel 10 years younger.

And you're through with me

and I'm through with you.

The artist in me wishes I could see

what a nice job I've done.

But I never will.

Goodbye, and good luck.

-So long, Walt.

-So long, Sam.

I didn't do this on a cash basis.

Okay, friend. I'll save you using your face

to talk me into it.

From here on in it's like this:

You don't know me,

I don't know you or who fixed your face.

How does that sound?

Thanks for the tip, friend.

Dead.

Why would anybody kill George? Poor guy.

The only thing he ever wanted

was to go to South America with me...

and play that trumpet.

That's all he wanted out of life.

Go to Peru, play a trumpet.

Now he's dead, murdered.

They'll say I killed you.

Just like they said I killed my wife.

Operator.

Got to go.

There's only one place left anywhere

for me to go.

Operator.

Only one place.

Have a hard night, bud?

Have a little trouble

with the little woman?

I've come five miles.

Great if I can't make it now.

Got to keep climbing.

It is.

It's the car that picked me up.

Where's the guy?

What does he want?

It's those same seat covers.

Sun's coming up.

Maybe it's just a crazy chance.

Maybe it just broke down here.

Things like that happen.

I've got to get off the street.

Hello.

I didn't think you'd come back.

When nobody answered the buzzer,

I was frightened.

I'm glad I went down.

You were sprawled on the floor.

The bandages scared me,

till I understood what they were.

Want more?

You're no featherweight.

Tell me what happened.

Why not?

You can't talk?

Taxi driver helped me.

Took me to a plastic surgeon.

Bandages stay on till the 12th.

I'm to eat only liquids.

How did you know about the glass tube?

If you could see your face,

you'd know it took one to get in there.

Can smoke through a holder.

Would you like a smoke now?

My face feels like it's on fire,

and my right arm.

If I don't get to bed soon,

I'm afraid you'll have to carry me.

Don't write any more, I understand.

You can sleep in my room.

Don't argue with your nurse.

Good afternoon. Your face feel better?

Sleep well?

I suppose you would like to be untied.

If you want to get up later,

your robe's over there.

Brought you some liquid brunch.

Not very attractive, but there's

not much you can do with liquids.

If you want to read something,

here's the paper.

It says that your fingerprints were

on the trumpet that smashed his head in.

The police say there were no other

fingerprints but yours and the dead man's.

And what about this?

The police believe Parry demanded aid

which Fellsinger refused.

The murder victim was found dead

near the telephone.

Did you do it?

Who could have done it?

You were there last night?

But you wrote nothing on the pad

this morning about visiting him.

Is there anything else you didn't tell me?

I know there's something else.

The more you tell me,

the more I can help you.

But I can't force you to tell me.

I only ask if it's important.

I have to report to the settlement house.

I teach kids how to draw,

four days a week.

I'll be back at about 6:00,

and we can have dinner then.

You know, you look better by candlelight.

As a matter of fact,

you don't look bad at all.

Not any worse than if you'd blocked a kick

at a football game.

Ever play?

Baseball?

I know who it is.

-How about dinner?

-No, thanks, Bob. I've just had dinner.

I'd like to drop over and say hello.

-When?

-Right away, if it's okay.

-Where are you now?

-Downtown, on Market.

-When would you get here?

-About 20 minutes.

Twenty minutes? All right. Bye.

Bob'll be here in 20 minutes.

It's better to let him come up.

He'll start suspecting something if I don't.

Don't worry. I can get rid of him.

I've known him a long time.

We still have time to finish our coffee.

lt'll be all right.

You can go up to the bedroom.

He won't look up there.

It's gotten so he depends on seeing me.

I wish I knew of some way to break it off

without hurting him...

but all I can do is wait for him

to get tired of coming.

Madge knows he comes here.

She even thought it was funny.

At the same time,

she told me what a cheap, selfish...

worthless, no-good fianc he was.

She doesn't want him.

It's just, she doesn't want him

to have anything. Not even my friendship.

I can't understand Madge.

It seems that causing unhappiness

is the only thing that gives her happiness.

That's the door.

It can't be Bob. It's too early.

You hurry upstairs.

I'll put the cups away and see who it is.

Irene, you've got to help me.

The paper says

Parry killed George Fellsinger.

If he killed George, he'll kill me, too,

to get even for what I said at the trial.

-Why not leave town till they find him?

-He knows where I live.

He'd follow me wherever I went,

to kill me.

You're the only person that I can turn to.

I'm just about crazy.

-Want a drink?

-Yeah, please.

You've got to let me hide here.

I've just got to stay here with you.

I'm scared sick.

Control yourself. They'll catch him.

They haven't yet.

He's right here in this town.

I've just got to stay here.

-I don't see how you can, Madge.

-Why not?

The place is plenty big enough for us both.

Please, honey, I'm begging you.

-I tell you, you can't.

-Why not?

-Why are you dressed up?

-Because I'm expecting Bob any minute.

All right. That's all right.

I can hide in the bedroom.

-No, you won't.

-Why not?

Because it's cheap.

You're afraid Bob

might walk into the bedroom?

-Think he makes himself at home here?

-How should I know?

Then why stick your dirty needles in?

I don't like it.

Please, honey, don't get so excited.

What Bob does, doesn't make

the slightest difference to me.

That's enough. You can go now.

If you won't let me stay here,

please come home with me.

I'll help you pack.

That's Bob downstairs.

Go now, down the hall.

I won't go! I can't go!

If Parry finds me, he'll kill me.

Don't you understand?

-Hello, Irene.

-Hello, Bob.

What's Madge doing here?

Why don't you leave people alone?

You're not satisfied

unless you bother people.

Either it's your family or your friends,

people you don't know. It's me.

Vincent Parry is loose somewhere.

You have no feelings.

No feeling for you.

No feeling at all,

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