Woman on The Run Page #7

wave came up and washed it away,

and he said, "Well, I've lost you",

and I said, "You'll never lose me,

Frank. I won't let you."

That's what he meant in the letter.

It wasn't a quarrel.

This means something to you.

You know where he is?

- I'll take you there.

- Inspector Ferris wants to see you.

- Why?

- Look, he wants to see you.

- Where?

- Later.

I'm sorry to have to ask you to do this,

Mrs. Johnson.

This man was found in an alley behind

a gin mill on the Embarcadero.

He'd been brutally beaten to death.

He wasn't wearing a trench coat,

but he was wearing

a seaman's cap and jacket.

From what I remember

of your husband, it could be him.

I'm not sure.

So, I'll have to ask you to make

a positive identification.

Let her alone.

There goes the Freeman case.

Two witnesses. Two dead men.

That's the way it goes sometimes.

Eleanor, anything that I could say

would just be words.

Danny, that wasn't Frank.

For a quick moment, I thought it was

and I felt things

I didn't know I could feel.

What was I holding out for?

Why didn't I learn to understand him?

Why don't we give freely of ourselves

when we can?

"If only I had another chance," I thought.

Then I saw it wasn't Frank and I fainted.

Congratulations on your performance.

But it wasn't an act. I really did faint.

Where is he?

At the amusement park at the beach.

You were there when it happened.

Why can't you talk?

That Johnson dame's a smart cookie.

Yeah.

I wonder where she got the idea

of passing that stiff off as her husband.

Somebody had to... Pass him off?

Sure, the guy she identified

was a second mate off a tanker.

Just been paid off.

Somebody rolled him for his dough.

- Why wasn't I told?

- The fingerprint report just came.

Keep people on her, knucklehead.

Get down to the taxi stand, check

and find out where they took her.

$1.80, sir.

Hey, Mac. Watch my cab, will you?

- I want to get a hamburger.

- OK, bud.

Put this on right away.

All units in the Bay Area, be on the

lookout for one yellow cab, number 323.

License number in the 7 column.

49 Frank 762.

Left Hall of Justice

approximately 6:
30 pm this date.

Right down there, beyond that railing,

at the sand sculptures.

He's been waiting for me all day,

thinking I wouldn't remember.

I almost didn't.

- No.

- What is it?

I couldn't talk to him there.

There's too many people around.

Couldn't get the kind of story I want.

I know where I can meet him

and nobody will bother us.

Oh, look at the sand sculpture.

Oh, I had an uncle that used to make

statues. Only he made them out of ice.

Small donation for the artist

would be appreciated.

- Here you are!

- Thank you.

Yeah?

This thing's beginning to boil.

We'll be right down.

We're going to the beach.

Come on, Rembrandt.

What my eyes miss,

your nose will smell. Come on.

I don't like this place.

It's a good spot. I used to come here

with a girl when I was a kid.

It's more frightening than romantic.

That's the way love is when you're young.

How life is when you're older.

I'll tell Frank where you are.

You sure you want to start over again

with your husband?

I'm sure I want to try.

I'm not sure what he wants.

Supposing he doesn't want to?

Then I'll let him go and

he'll never know how I feel about him.

You think people can turn back

and you're going to try?

I know better.

You're too cynical. It's your profession.

It's too late now to change my profession.

OK.

Go ahead. Send him here.

- I'll bring him.

- No.

What's a matter with you?

Don't you still want the story?

I guess I got to have the story,

but my way.

You send him back.

I want to see him alone first.

If you want the money,

I talk to him alone.

All right, if that's the way you want it,

I'll send him.

Fellers, get over there

and cover the pier side.

You get up there, make like a gate.

If Johnson tries to come through,

arrest him.

What charge?

For failing to curb his dog

in a public park.

I'm coming in

from the other end of the pier.

Hey! How we doing?

$7.71.

Huh? That's better than I do

on some Sundays.

Thanks for taking care of things.

You know, it's the first day

I've had off in years.

You know what I've been doing all day?

Riding back and forth, back and forth,

between here and Sausalito

on my old ferry boat.

Look, I can't stick around here

any more. I've got to get out of here.

Hey, Cap, I hate to ask you

but could you...

Won't take you very far. Here's

the keys to my car and the ticket.

Find it over in the parkway.

The tank's full.

- Thanks, Cap. I'll get it back to you.

- You better.

Frank?

Beg your pardon, lady?

Where's Frank? What happened to him?

- Who?

- Frank Johnson.

Never heard of him.

Sorry, Mrs. Johnson,

but I had to be careful.

Frank waited all day and said

he couldn't wait any longer.

So, I loaned him my car

about five minutes ago.

Where did he go?

Over at the parking lot

at the other end of the midway.

Thank you.

I lost a bet with myself.

Did you want to win?

As ordered, delivered.

Late as usual.

But delivered.

Let's get out of the light.

Keep an eye out for us, will you, Cap?

Why didn't you tell me about your heart?

Oh, you know doctors.

They make a big deal of everything.

Guess it was a silly thing to do,

writing that corny note.

It sounded like you'd had

a couple of drinks.

I had.

By the time I'd finished the drinks and

the letter, I was a pretty sad character.

Well, I can't hide out here forever.

Would you want to?

I can get a job in another town.

I'm a pretty fair window trimmer.

Pretty good artist, too.

We've got to pull out of this.

We?

Yes. If this excitement hasn't

killed you, I'm sure I can't.

We'll get out of town

where you'll be safe.

Can't go very far.

I've got seven dollars and 71 cents.

Borrowed that from the Captain.

There's a fellow named Legget,

a reporter from The Graphic.

He helped me find you. He's promised

to give you $1,000 for an exclusive.

That's a lot of money

for the little I can tell.

Well, his paper must think it's worth it

so why look a gift horse in the mouth?

Where is he?

Over by the roller coaster.

Come on. I'll show you.

Hey, you! Turn around.

You know an artist named Frank Johnson?

- Who?

- Frank Johnson.

An artist. Did a sketch of you. I saw it.

Could be, but I don't remember.

See, I just work here.

Used to be a ferryboat captain, though.

- Now where do I go?

- Over there under the roller coaster.

Go all the way to the end of the walk

and duck in under the scaffolding.

OK. Here's a ticket and keys

to the captain's car.

It's parked down at that end

of the midway.

Yes, I know.

- Well, I'll meet you there.

- No, I'd better bring it here.

You've got to stay out of sight.

I can't let anything happen to you now.

Nothing can happen to me now.

Remember that man shot at you.

How did you know?

That wasn't in the paper.

Ferris told me. Nobody else knows it.

Nobody but the guy that fired the shots.

You'd better go now.

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