Dark Passage Page #8

and I know you killed George.

I've got to make you confess it.

There's no way you can get away.

Go away.

They'll never find you if you go away now.

-Now I want them to find me.

-They'll kill you.

Do I look worried? I'm not.

I know you did it.

I've written down the facts to prove

you followed me from Irene's to George's.

I'm going to turn those facts

over to the police.

Facts that'll take them

back to the day you killed Gert.

It'll tell them why you killed her,

and it'll show them how.

It must have sickened you

when you found out you couldn't get me...

without getting rid of Gert.

But you kept your gloves on and you

picked up the ashtray and you killed her.

When you found out

you still couldn't have me...

you told the police Gert said I did it.

They found my fingerprints

on my ashtray, and not yours.

-That was enough for them.

-They won't believe that.

They will when they hear

what you and Bob said...

that night in Irene's apartment.

You were there,

and you've got Bob with you.

He'll be with me, all right.

And you're alone.

'Cause when you got what you wanted,

you wanted to get rid of it.

But if anybody else got hold of it,

you couldn't stand that.

You felt Irene was interested in me,

so you killed George...

because you felt that was the best way

to make sure she didn't get me.

You knew they'd give me the gas chamber

for murdering George.

It was the one big thing in your mind

when you killed him.

You told yourself you were rid of me

and nobody else could have me.

It's all written down here.

That's no evidence.

That's just the way you figure it.

That's why you're after a confession,

isn't it?

-You want me to sign it?

-It would simplify matters.

How do you figure I thought Irene Jansen

was mixed up with you?

When I told you to go away from her door,

you knew it wasn't Bob.

But you checked up on him,

just to make sure.

You knew she spent every day at the trial,

that I escaped from San Quentin.

You put that together.

Now you had Irene and me together,

and you waited.

And the longer you waited,

the sorer you got.

When I came out, you followed me

in that orange roadster to George's.

-Prove it.

-I have. Right in here.

You knew if you killed George

they'd blame me...

so you went and pulled that

"I'm afraid, George" routine...

caught him off guard and killed him.

Didn't you?

Yes.

-Will you tell that to the police?

-No.

-Where you going?

-To turn this over to the police.

Won't do any good.

I haven't signed it. And I won't.

In every paper in the country I'm a killer.

I never thought it possible

to kill anybody till this minute.

She's got you now. But you've got me.

But if you don't hold on to me,

it means they're still after you.

As long as you don't have me,

you can't prove anything...

because I'm the proof.

-You'll be there.

-No!

You'll never be able to prove anything,

because I won't be there.

You need something concrete.

You need evidence. You need me.

And without me,

you don't have a witness, do you?

Of course not. You don't have a witness...

no witness, nothing!

I've got evidence.

Your evidence isn't any good,

because you can't prove it without me.

-And I've got you.

-Don't be so sure of yourself.

You'll never get away.

You'll never get out of my sight.

She wants you very badly, doesn't she?

She's willing to run away with you

and ruin everything for herself...

but she wouldn't care, because she'd be

with you and that's what she wants.

She doesn't have you now

and she'll never have you...

nobody'll ever have you.

That's the way I want it!

You're nothing but an escaped convict.

Nobody knows what you wrote down.

They'll believe me!

-I heard somebody cry out.

-So did l. It was upstairs. I'll go see.

Somebody call the police.

-Where do you want to go?

-Peru.

-Peru, Indiana?

-No. Benton, Arizona.

Let me see.

Got one going to Kingman, Ash Fork,

Prescott, Iron Springs--

Does it go to Benton?

I want to go to Benton, Arizona.

I'm trying to find out.

Skull Valley, Wickenburg...

Phoenix, Florence.

What do you know? Here's Benton.

-How much?

-$12.50.

When does it leave?

When that guy yells,

All aboard for Arizona.

-When will that be?

-When the mood strikes him.

Which means when we sell 12 tickets.

-How many you got to go?

-Two to go.

Don't these buses ever leave on time?

Sometimes, chum.

A lot they care.

They're not worried about us.

That's the way it goes.

It's just one big battle royal

all the way through.

Nobody gives a hang.

Nobody seems to ever care a hang

about the other fellow.

There was a time when folks used to

give each other a helping hand.

Sometimes I get so tired.

Just sick and tired of everything.

Nothing to look forward to at all.

You got these kids, that's something.

I got nothing.

You know, we got something in common.

Being alone.

-This is Allan.

-Where are you? Are you all right?

-Are you alone?

-Yes.

It was Madge who killed them both.

But I'll never be able to prove it.

I went up there for a showdown,

and she admitted it...

but she stumbled

and fell through the window.

It'll be in the afternoon papers.

You'll read that I pushed her out...

but I want you to know how it really was.

I know how it was.

Do I hear music?

Yes, I picked it out on the jukebox.

You didn't just call me

to tell me about Madge.

There's something else

you want me to know.

I never could fool you, could l?

I'm just beginning to realize...

it's better to have something

to look forward to.

-Can you get a map of South America?

-I'll find one.

Look up Peru. There's a little town

on the coast called Paita.

Say it. Tell me where it is.

Paita, in Peru.

Good. Now listen.

I won't write. We've got to wait.

We've got to give it plenty of time.

Maybe they'll get a lead on you

or keep an eye on you for a while.

I'll be careful. Go on.

Meanwhile, if God's good to me...

and I manage to make it down there,

I'll be waiting for you.

There's a little caf right on the bay.

If you could see your way clear....

Listen to all those "ifs."

We'll skip all the "ifs."

I get the idea, and that's all I need.

Now hang up on me. Just like that.

Hang up, darling.

I'll keep my eyes peeled.

Anything to oblige a cop, that's my motto.

-Phoenix, Arizona, please.

-Arizona? Okay, Ross.

All aboard for Arizona!

-May sit by the window, Aunt Mary?

-Yes, dear.

-May I sit by Michael, Aunt Mary?

-Of course, you may.

All set?

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