The Passenger Page #4

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Did you try them?

What did they say?

The police.

- There's a hole in the pan.

- What's that?

It's a metal pan under

the crankcase...

...the oil all will run out.

What should we do?

Well, reach the first place,

get a mechanic and repair the car.

It will run?

Slowly.

Isn't it beautiful here?

Yes.

It's very beautiful.

We can't go up there.

The car won't make it.

The police will come soon, I know.

We better go.

There's a boat leaving

from Almera to Tangiers.

Listen.

You can't be like that,

just escaping.

So keep the appointment.

No one will be there,

like the other places.

But Robertson made

these appointments.

He believed in something.

That's what you wanted, didn't you?

- But he's dead.

- But you're not.

Okay.

We can both go.

No.

You take the bus...

...to Almera.

Catch that boat, go to Tangiers...

...and leave a message for me

at American Express.

I'll meet you there

in three days' time if you turn up.

Okay.

Take care.

Closed.

Thank you.

- Is there any luggage?

- No, no baggage.

Thank you, Mr. Robertson.

Mrs. Robertson has arrived

a few hours ago.

- Mrs. Robertson?

- Yes.

We don't need your passport,

one is enough.

We have put you in adjoining rooms

for a night.

What can you see?

A little boy and an old woman.

They are having an argument

about which way to go.

You shouldn't have come.

What can you see now?

A man scratching his shoulder.

A kid throwing stones.

And dust.

It's very dusty here.

Isn't it funny how things happen?

All the shapes we make.

Wouldn't it be terrible to be blind?

I know a man who was blind.

When he was nearly 40 years old

he had an operation...

...and regained his sight.

How was it like?

At first he was elated...

...really high.

Faces...

...colors...

...landscapes.

But then everything

began to change.

The world was much poorer

than he imagined.

No one had ever told him

how much dirt there was.

How much ugliness.

He noticed ugliness everywhere.

When he was blind...

...he used to cross the street alone

with a stick.

After he regained his sight...

...he became afraid.

He began to live in darkness.

He never left his room.

After three years he killed himself.

What the f*** are you doing

here with me?

You better go.

Okay.

Is this David Robertson?

Do you recognize him?

I never knew him.

Do you recognize him?

Yes.

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