The Dark Past Page #6

to save people's minds.

But how

do we get out of here?

Shh!

Get me a hammer.

This latch is stuck.

Give it to me.

Give me the stick.

Don't -

Don't leave me here!

I'm afraid!

Stop bawling.

I'm gonna get the police.

Get me that box to stand on.

Hurry up, hurry up.

If you go out there, they'll -

They'll kill ya!

Not if I see them first.

Now, you be quiet,

And I'll be back

with the police.

So you think I'm goin' crazy,

huh?

Well, just because

a guy can't remember,

That's no sign

he's goin' batty.

Did you ever know a man

to tell a lie so often

He came to believe it

himself?

You talk too much.

Gonna go right on talking

till we find out

What those dreams stand for -

What the rain, the bars,

and the umbrellas mean.

What comes to your mind

when I say the word bars?

How can a guy think when you

keep after him all the time?!

All right.

Don't think this time.

Sit down.

Tell me the first thing

comes into your head

After I've spoken.

Suppose I were to say

the word black.

What's the first thing

comes into your mind? Black.

Nothing.

You're holding back.

Well, I'm just tired,

that's all.

Now stop fighting it, Walker.

You can't run away.

This dream's hounded you

all your life

And it's gonna go on

hounding you!

All right, go on.

Black.

White.

Hot.

Cold.

Escape.

Getaway.

Gun.

Bullet.

Bars.

Prison.

Prison?

Guards -

Standing all around me

so I can't get out.

Then what?

Nothing. Cops standing all around

me so I can't get out.

Cops?

You said guards before.

Well, I can't help it. You said to say

the first thing that came into my mind.

Are the bars

like policemen around you?

No.

Yeah.

I can't see 'em very well -

Just their legs

standing all around me.

That explains

one of the dream's symbols.

The bars around the umbrella

are the policemen's legs.

What do you remember

about the umbrella?

What are you doing under it?

I was hiding...

trying to keep the rain

off with my hand.

Aren't you

holding the umbrella?

No, it...

seems to stand by itself...

like it had legs.

Go on, you're getting it.

Where are you hiding?

Someplace on a dirty floor -

Had saw dust all over it.

What else do you see?

I see...

lots of smoke...

bottles...

saloon.

That's it, I hid in a saloon!

Yeah, but where did you hide -

Under the bar?

You were under something.

No, I was under the umbrella, I -

No, it had legs.

It was a table.

No, this isn't right, is it?

Of course it is.

You can feel when it's right.

Don't you see how it works?

Now we know the bars

are the policemen's legs,

The umbrella is a table

under which you're hiding.

Now, why are you hiding?

I don't know.

Afraid of the cops?

No, I'm not afraid of the cops.

I'm just afraid of the rain.

What does the rain mean to you?

Nothing.

I just hate it

worse than anything.

Where do you see this rain?

When I see the rain,

I think -

Aw, this doesn't make sense.

It doesn't matter. Tell me anyway.

When I think of the rain, I -

I think of the saloon...

and beer being spilled

all over the floor.

Did you spill the beer?

No... no, I was under the table,

but it was spilled, all right.

It came dripping down on me.

It was warm and...

red.

Blood.

That's it - It was blood!

It came dripping through

the top of the table!

I remember now!

I hated him.

I took the cops there.

They promised me some dough

If I'd take them

to where he was hiding.

I was just a kid, see?

So I did it.

We started down the street,

And I turned to look to see

if they were following me.

They were.

We went into the saloon.

I saw him

in the back of the room

Sitting at a table,

drinking and playing cards.

His back was to me

when I came in.

The guys playing with him

saw the cops

And got up slowly

and left the table.

Then all of a sudden

he stood up.

I got scared

and dived under a table.

He stood there shooting it out.

Then suddenly

I saw his knees buckle.

He staggered,

and then he fell over,

Right across the table

I was hiding under!

He dropped his gun...

and I picked it up.

I wanted to get out,

But they

were all standing around,

Cops all around me -

Their legs were in the way!

There must have been

a crack or something

In the top of the table

Because I felt something wet

drop on me - Wet and warm.

I looked up.

It was blood - His blood!

I put up my hand.

I tried to stop it,

but I couldn't!

More blood came through,

right on my hand!

Yeah.

Yeah, that's what did it-

The blood.

We got it, didn't we?

That's what the dream meant.

Yes.

The bars are the legs.

And the umbrella was the table,

And the rain was the blood.

And I won't have that nightmare anymore.

Who was that man, Walker?

He was a heel.

He lived across the street.

That man was your father.

You don't know

what you're talkin' about.

You're lying and you know it.

It was your father.

You murdered your own father.

That's what caused your nightmare.

All right, so what?

The shock of your father's

blood on your hand

Paralyzed your fingers.

Your sense of guilt

kept them twisted.

He had it comin' to him.

After he was knocked off,

I wasn't kicked around anymore.

I was head man.

From then on,

we were alone in the house -

Me and my mother.

And when she needed anything,

I went out and got it for her.

Yes, that's what you wanted -

To take your father's place.

Sure I did.

I told you,

I wasn't kicked around anymore.

I plugged anybody

that got in my way -

Cops or anybody else.

Yeah, with your father's gun.

Anyone who opposes you

becomes your father

Trying to take back his gun,

Trying to regain his power

over you.

What do you mean?

Every time you kill a man,

You're killing your father

all over again.

Am I gonna get that dream again?

You'll never have

that dream again.

Tell the other men not to shoot

unless they have to

And to be careful of their fire.

There are other people

in the house.

Now spread out and take cover.

Hey, al!

Cops outside -

All around the house.

Toss me down that gun.

Get back to the windows

and pick 'em off.

I'll take care

of this part of the house.

You're crazy!

Do as I tell you.

Why take chances?

The police are here now.

This is a personal matter -

Some unfinished business.

This is it, Walker.

You're surrounded,

And you haven't got a chance

of escaping.

So give yourself up.

What are you gonna do, al?

We're gonna blast our way out of here.

Al.

Don't do it, Walker.

It's too late. You're cured.

You know now every time you kill

you're murdering your father.

So what?

You'll never kill another man.

You can't.

I can't kill anyone, huh?

Every guy I kill is my old man,

huh?

Well, if they were all my old man,

it would be a pleasure!

Al, don't do it!

Watch the fireworks, professor.

Just to make sure,

get goin'.

Don't be a fool, Walker.

You can't make it.

Keep going.

All right, stay there.

Hold your fire, men.

Collins:

Walker would never kill again.

With proper attention

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