The Passenger Page #4

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I didn't care at all before.

Now that he's dead,

in some strange way I do.

Perhaps I was wrong about him.

If you try hard enough...

...perhaps you can reinvent him.

Martin Knight, please.

When? Really?

Rachel Locke.

Yes.

Oh, but that's marvelous.

How did he find out, from Avis?

Hotel Oriente.

Thank you.

You will let me know

if anything else happens?

Great. Bye.

And what was that?

Martin.

He left this morning for Barcelona.

He may have found Robertson.

You still looking for him?

Yes.

Excuse me. I was trying

to remember something.

Is it important?

No.

What is it, do you know?

I came in by accident.

The man who built it

was hit by a bus.

- Who was he?

- Gaud.

Come.

He built this house

for a corduroy manufacturer.

They used this room for concerts.

Wagner.

Do you think he was crazy?

How could you come in here

by accident?

- I was escaping.

- Oh, from what?

Well, I thought someone

might be following me.

- Somebody who might recognize me.

- Why?

- I don't know.

- Well, I can't recognize you.

Who are you?

I used to be somebody else...

...but I traded him in.

What about you?

Well, I'm in Barcelona.

I'm talking to someone

who might be someone else.

I was with those people...

...but I think I'm going to see

the other Gaud buildings alone.

- All of them?

- They're all good for hiding in.

Depends on how much time

you've got.

I have to leave today.

This afternoon.

I hope you make it.

People disappear every day.

- Every time they leave the room.

- Goodbye.

Can we give you another car,

Mr. Robertson?

This one really ought

to be serviced.

Oh, fine. Yes.

As long as it's a large car.

Oh, by the way, Mr. Robertson.

- I have a message for you.

- A what?

A message.

It's from Mr. Knight.

It can't be for me.

I'm sure it's not a mistake. Here.

He said he didn't know you...

...but he wanted you

to get in touch with him.

He's staying at the Hotel Oriente.

The same as you, I think.

- Will the Fiat 125 be all right?

- Son of a b*tch.

Are you sure that he said

that he didn't know me?

I'm quite sure, Mr. Robertson.

Thank you very much. I don't think

I'll be needing another car.

I'm... I'm sorry.

Hey. Have you decided

not to disappear?

No.

That's why I came.

I thought perhaps you could help me.

This way.

How can I help you?

How can you help me?

It sounds crazy

because I can't explain it.

But there is someone following me.

- Another one?

- No. The same man.

Someone I don't wanna meet.

I've bought a car.

Second hand. Third hand.

I'm leaving Barcelona, but I have

to get my things from the hotel.

That sounds rather easy.

Except that

he's probably waiting for me.

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