Dark Passage Page #5

except I'm annoyed whenever I see you.

You wouldn't care

if Parry found me and killed me!

You're the last person

Parry wants to see, let alone kill.

And you know why,

and you know I know why.

What kind of a riddle is this?

Madge pestered him,

kept after him till she had a hold on him.

That's why he killed his wife,

to get her out of the way.

He killed Gertrude because he hated her.

-That's why he'll kill me! He hates me!

-He doesn't hate you.

You're not the type

that makes people hate.

Parry didn't have the brains to know it,

but you drove him to it.

He has no brains,

or he wouldn't have killed Fellsinger.

Wouldn't have come to Frisco

in the first place.

-Now he'll get the gas chamber.

-That's why I'm scared!

He's got nothing more to lose.

That's why he'll look for me

until he finds me and kills me!

I never met Parry,

but I know psychologically, he's no killer.

-He was just dumb.

-What makes you think you're so smart?

All you know is T-squares

and drafting boards...

-and not much else!

-We've been through all that before.

A couple of hundred thousand times

and that many years ago...

when I was a monkey,

thought I wanted to marry you.

-I can say plenty!

-That's very true.

Parry must have enough sense by now

to stay away--

He never had anything to do with me!

Santa Claus has nothing

to do with Christmas.

-Somebody lied to you.

-Gert wasn't a liar.

She was a lot of other things,

but not a liar.

She lied to you.

Will you deny

that you and Parry met secretly?

-I don't understand.

-Yes, you do.

You hired someone

to watch me, didn't you?

I did not.

But I hired your little rat

at double his price to watch you.

The very next day, he made good.

He told me a man named Vincent Parry...

visited you for four hours

the night before the murder.

I have his sworn statement.

Why didn't you give it to Parry's lawyer

at the time of the trial?

lt'd only have given the jury

another reason why he killed Gert.

-I knew Parry was guilty, anyway, so....

-And besides, it would have involved you.

Sure. I didn't want any part of the mess.

That's all a vicious lie.

He's just trying to make me look bad.

-You'd better go now, Madge.

-I won't go home alone.

Bob will take you.

I don't want to have anything

to do with her.

-Then I'll call a taxi.

-Sure.

Call a taxi, and after I'm gone,

you two can put on the phonograph again.

Would you mind explaining that remark?

Don't say you two weren't here...

playing this phonograph when I rang

the buzzer yesterday afternoon.

-It wasn't me.

-Then it was someone else.

You know it was someone else.

You called the office to check on me.

When I answered the phone, you hung up.

I wondered what that call was about,

until now.

I heard the phonograph.

That's true. The phonograph was going.

-And there was somebody here with me.

-A man?

Yes, Bob. It was a man.

Who was it?

Vincent Parry.

That's very funny, Irene.

-What's so funny about it?

-What?

What was Vincent Parry doing here?

He was feeling like murdering

somebody else...

so he just dropped in to murder me.

Hilarious.

You had me scared.

-But there was a man?

-Yes, Bob.

-Is it serious between you?

-I think I ought to give it a chance.

I get it. Okay.

I've valued all you've done for me, Irene.

I hope things work out

the way you want them to.

Thanks, Bob. I'm hoping, too.

I'll take Madge home.

Bye.

Aren't we going to wait for a taxi?

We'll find one down the hill. Come on.

Honey, I'll call you in the morning.

-I'm going to be rather busy.

-When should I call you?

I'm afraid I'm going to be busy

from now on.

Then I'll call you in a couple of days.

Or maybe tomorrow night?

Just pick up the sofa and throw it at her.

Maybe that'd make her catch on.

Come on, Madge.

Goodbye, honey.

Don't be angry.

If you tell the truth, nobody believes you.

They didn't.

If you'd seen their faces,

you'd know I handled it right.

Now he won't bother me,

and he won't let her bother me.

Now you'll be safe.

It's time, Vincent.

It's time for the bandages to come off.

I know it's awfully early...

but you said you wanted

to get away before it got light.

How does your face feel?

It's stopped itching,

like the doc said it would.

Ready for the unveiling?

It's a pretty big moment for you,

starting a new life with a new face.

You know, the doc said he could

make me look like a bulldog...

-if he botched the job.

-I'm sure he didn't.

I promise not to cut an ear off, honest.

Shall I pull it off with one short shriek?

Well?

Is it that bad?

Same eyes.

Same nose.

Same hair.

Everything else seems to be

in a different place.

I sure look older.

That's all right. I'm not.

If it's all right with me,

it ought to be all right with you.

-Can you shave?

-The doc said I could.

Why don't you? And get dressed.

I'll wait downstairs

and sort of get a fresh impression.

It ought to work.

It's unbelievable.

But it's good. I think I even like you better.

Don't let it give you any ideas.

-What kind?

-Don't change yours.

I like it just as it is.

You mind if I play the other side

once more?

I may not hear it again for a long time.

When are you going?

-The quicker, the better.

-Where?

To clear myself.

To find out who killed them.

Are you curious enough

to start taking chances again?

Or angry enough?

No, I'm not angry.

Maybe curious, but not angry.

I should be, I suppose, but I'm not.

Now, I know she was murdered.

I suppose I ought to be.

I'm not even angry about George,

just sorry.

There's so many things I don't understand.

Me, too.

I thought I had a good life here...

but your going away

doesn't make it seem good anymore.

I've sort of joined your team...

and I don't look forward

to being without you.

When I leave here, you're off my team.

Lucky to be.

I've got the lndian sign on me.

It seems I can't win.

I got to start out, prove who killed them.

Won't you be leaving your fingerprints

wherever you go?

The doctor didn't change them.

Don't even try.

I see what you mean.

I guess the only thing for me to do

is get the first bus out of town, fast.

You'll need more money.

You've given me enough, plenty.

-Where will you go?

-I told you, I don't know.

But you asked me

to pick up those South American folders.

I like travel folders.

You do know, but you won't tell me.

All right, I do know.

You think I'd ever let them know

where you were?

Could be.

And that's why you won't tell me?

Yes, that's why.

It isn't.

You won't tell me

because you think I'll come there...

-that I'd follow you.

-You'd be insane to do that.

Was I insane to pick you up on the road?

Was I crazy to let you stay here?

Yes.

If I was crazy enough

to let you stay here...

I'd be crazy enough to follow you.

-That's why you won't tell me.

-I guess so. I don't know.

You do know. You don't want me there.

You don't need me there.

-Isn't that the way it is?

-I guess that's the way it is.

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