Dark Passage Page #3

I know he didn't kill my stepmother.

I know he told the truth...

yet he died in prison.

I thought it might be that way with you.

-It was that simple?

-Yes, I wanted to help you...

but all I could do at the time

was write crazy letters to the Record...

until today.

Why were you painting there?

Did you know I was--

No, I didn't.

When I woke up this morning...

I found myself wondering

how you were getting along.

I don't believe in fate or destiny,

or any of those things...

because I know it wasn't destined

for my father to die in prison.

But I guess it was something like fate...

to make me go out

to Marin County to paint.

Maybe it was simply because

I was thinking of you.

I don't know.

Excuse me. I'll get cigarettes.

Thank you.

Who's Bob?

You remember things, don't you?

Some things. What about this Bob?

He was engaged to somebody else.

She hates him now,

but at the same time....

She didn't want anybody else to have him.

-How did you know?

-I've known people like that.

You know more than that.

You know she was the woman

who knocked at the door.

The one who worked against you

at the trial.

It's dark enough. I'd better be going.

But she didn't see you.

She doesn't know I know you.

Yeah, but she's the kind

who always comes back, and back again.

I'll go pack the rest of your clothes.

You finish your smoke.

Head down the hill.

I'll tell you where to go from there.

-Mind a little speed?

-I like speed.

-Nice looking suit you're wearing.

-Thanks, and I don't feel chatty.

-Some fellows like to talk.

-I don't.

You always that way?

Yeah, that's why

I don't have many friends.

-You know, it's funny about friends.

-It's funny you can't take a hint.

Brother, you never drove a cab.

You got no idea how lonely it gets.

What's lonely about it? You see people.

Sure, you're right there.

You should see the character I had

for a fare yesterday.

Picked him up at the Ferry Building.

Standing on the curb with a big

goldfish bowl in his arm, full of water.

Two goldfish.

Climbs in the back of the cab, sits down

and puts the goldfish bowl in his lap.

Where do you think he wants to go?

To the ocean.

Clean from the Ferry Building

to the Pacific Ocean.

But he doesn't know

that there's seven hills.

Seven steep hills in between.

So we start off.

Up the first hill, slippity slop,

down the hill, slippity slop.

Water all over the back seat,

the goldfish on the floor.

He picks them up,

puts them back in the bowl...

up we go again, slippity slop,

water all over the....

You never saw such a wet guy in your life

when we got to that ocean.

And two tired goldfish.

But I like goldfish.

I'm going to get a couple for the room.

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