The Passenger Page #3

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that these are his things.

- Yes.

- I'm sorry. My name's Martin Knight.

I'm a television producer

from England.

I've come all the way out to talk to him,

but I can't find him.

I see.

- Well, I'll take you to him.

- Really? That would be very kind.

Thank you.

I left a message for him...

...at the Avis office, but there seems

to have been some misunderstanding.

I think he mentioned you.

You mind following in a taxi?

I have to pick up somebody else

with some more stuff.

All right. Thank you so much,

that's very kind of you.

I'll just get a taxi.

- Was it difficult?

- Well...

- Thank you.

- Come on.

Is that your suitcase?

Can I ask you one question now?

- One you can, yes.

- Only one, always the same.

What are you running away from?

Turn your back to the front seat.

I've run out of everything.

My wife.

The house.

An adopted child.

A successful job.

Everything except a few bad habits

I couldn't get rid of.

How did you get away with it?

There was an accident.

Everyone thought I was dead.

I let them think so.

There is no way to explain it,

is there?

Now I think I'm going to be

a waiter in Gibraltar.

Too obvious.

- Maybe a novelist in Cairo.

- Too romantic.

- How about a gunrunner?

- Too unlikely.

As a matter of fact, I think I am one.

Then it depends on which side

you're on.

Yes.

I just sold 5000 hand grenades,

...and a great deal of ammunition

to some people...

...fighting a secret war

in an obscure part of the world.

- I like it.

- You like that one?

You like.

How about you?

I'm a tourist

become a bodyguard.

I'm studying architecture.

- Studying architecture?

- Yeah.

What kind of impression

do you think you make...

...when you first come into a room?

They look at me.

Just think I'm all right.

Nothing mysterious.

You learn much more

packing someone's things.

Yeah, it's like listening in

on a private phone conversation.

A room.

- How do you feel?

- Happy.

That man said he was looking

for David Robertson.

Who did?

The man who was following you.

- What else?

- Nothing.

He said he was

a television producer.

And wanted to talk to you

about a friend, that's all.

You've got a date with Marina...

...at 3:
00 on the 10

of September, don't forget.

At the Plaza de la Iglesia,

San... San Ferdinando.

And another next day, in a place

called Osuna, with Daisy.

- Osuna.

- Yes.

At the Hotel de la Gloria.

Very picturesque, perhaps.

I won't be there.

What a pity, all these girls:

Lucy, Marina, Daisy.

Daisy again.

Daisy seems to be your favorite.

- I think this Daisy is a man.

- A man?

Yes.

Yesterday when we filmed you

at the village...

...I understood that you were

brought up to be a witch doctor.

Isn't it unusual

for someone like you...

...to have spent several years

in France and Yugoslavia?

Has that changed your attitude

toward certain tribal customs?

Don't they strike you as false now

and wrong, perhaps, for the tribe?

Mr. Locke...

...there are perfectly satisfactory

answers to all your questions.

But I don't think you understand

how little you can learn from them.

Your question...

...are much more revealing

about yourself...

...than my answer would be

about me.

I meant them quite sincerely.

Mr. Locke,

we can have a conversation...

...but only if it's not just

what you think is sincere...

...but also

what I believe to be honest.

Yes, of course, but...

Now we can have an interview.

You can ask me

the same questions as before.

- Everything all right?

- Fine. See you later.

Martin, you're back.

What luck.

I've been trying to find you.

- I want to see this again.

- What?

- This one.

- What's this?

Oh, that one.

- What happened?

- He disappeared.

Who, Robertson?

It was as though he was frightened

of something.

- Frightened?

- Yes, I don't know why.

I think we should get in touch

with the embassy.

They might be able to tell us

something about him.

- Yes, I know.

- What?

I was supposed to collect

David's things there tomorrow.

Mrs. Locke.

Good afternoon.

Please sit down.

Mrs. Locke...

...may I offer you my government's

most sincere condolences.

Thank you.

We have his things here for you.

Now, about your inquiry.

I understand you were asking about

Mr. Robertson.

- David Alfred Robertson.

- Yes.

Can you help me?

He was probably the last man

to speak to my husband.

Robertson is involved

in illegal arms traffic in our country.

Arms traffic?

Could he have killed my husband?

No.

We are sure of the doctor's report.

Your husband died from a heart attack.

- Did my husband realize who he was?

- I don't think so.

Robertson is associated with

the United Liberation Front.

A rather... What shall I say?

A rather radical organization,

a man called Achebe.

They're very troublesome people.

Very unintelligent.

- However, Robertson has vanished.

- But he was in Barcelona.

- When did you contact him there?

- Three days ago.

Do you plan going on

looking for him?

Yes.

Haven't been in London

for three years now.

Wouldn't it be better

if we could just forget old places?

Forget everything that happens

and just throw it all away, day by day?

Unfortunately

the world doesn't work that way.

Well, it doesn't work

the other way either.

That's the problem.

What's on the other side

of that window?

People will believe what I write.

And why?

Because it conforms

to their expectations...

... and to mine as well,

which is worse.

Well, in India, you know, they...

Hey, I think your tape recorder's...

- Yes. I must have...

- Still running, you know.

Yeah, sorry.

Plaza de la Iglesia.

This is it.

I should go alone from here.

No one.

What the f*** are you doing

here with me?

Which me?

The only one I know. There are

no others. All the rest of that's just...

Let's go and eat.

- The old me is hungry.

- No.

- Why?

- Because I'm not interested...

...in giving up.

Hope you make it.

Make it what?

Hey.

- Do you believe in coincidence?

- I never asked myself.

I never used to notice it.

Now I see it all around.

- Do you know something?

- What?

- I saw you before.

- Where?

- In London.

- What I was doing?

- Reading.

- Then it must have been me.

- What are you thinking?

- Nothing.

Excuse me, senor.

- Is that your white car parked outside?

- Yes. Why?

A policeman is looking

for the owner.

Shall I tell him to come in?

No. I'll go.

He's looking for a white convertible

with Madrid plates.

He doesn't know why.

He want us to go with him.

I go, it's better.

Senor, are you looking for the car

or the person in it?

They're looking

for David Robertson.

There is a woman

named Rachel Locke.

She thinks he is in danger.

In danger of what?

Senora Locke?

- Senora Locke?

- Yes?

Senora Locke?

- Senora Locke.

- Yes.

Front desk.

Yes. Do you have a double room

for the night...

...for myself and the young woman?

- Did you give any other information?

Thank you.

What about the embassy?

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