Woman on The Run Page #3

something to worry about.

We've got to protect him.

Like you did the other witness?

Joe Gordon would be alive right now,

if he hadn't had his lawyers spring him.

Hey, Mark. Here's something,

prescription for Frank Johnson.

- Husband ill?

- No, he just likes to take medicine.

- Well, what are these for?

- I don't know.

He just likes to take vitamin pills,

cold shots, anything.

- What's up here?

- Studio. My husband's an artist.

Oh, I thought you said he worked

at Hart & Winston's?

He does. He's in charge

of displays down there.

Oh, window trimmer, huh?

Rembrandt, get down.

You know you're not allowed up there.

Rembrandt?

It's the nearest we could

ever get to owning one.

- Frank's little joke.

- Oh.

He found the mutt sitting

on the street corner one night,

waiting for someone to adopt him.

They recognized each other right away.

Is this supposed to be you?

Yes. It was a lovely autumn day.

The wind was blowing through my hair.

It was all very charming,

but that was four years ago.

That was Frank's Cypress period.

He had four important periods

in his painting career.

Say, how did you two ever happen

to get together in the first place?

I met him at a friend's house in Carmel.

He wanted to paint and I was all for it.

I had 5,000 dollars and he had

2,000 and talent. So, we got married.

After Carmel, he became restless

so we went to Taos, New Mexico,

where he painted Indians.

- That's an Indian.

- Yeah.

Then he got tired of Indians.

So, we went to Bucks County, Pennsylvania,

where he painted old Dutch barns

with hex signs on them.

- Say, did he ever do a self-portrait?

- He didn't like himself that much.

Oh.

He do these in Pennsylvania?

No, he got restless again

so we came to San Francisco.

Here he studies, sketching

crummy old characters

that hung around wharfs,

missions and gin mills.

That was his social protest period.

Then our money ran out

and he had to take a job.

- Couldn't sell the stuff, huh?

- He wouldn't try to sell it.

Didn't think it was good enough.

These sketchbooks are filled with great

ideas he never got around to painting.

Didn't you try to get a job?

Why should I?

That's his responsibility, not mine.

Friend of your husband's?

No, that's his burlesque period.

Now, that I like. It's pretty good.

Yes, but it takes more than talent

to have a career.

You have to have staying power.

Frank's a drifter. So, when

the money ran out, we just drifted.

Who's this?

Oh, some dance team over in Chinatown.

Oh.

Know him?

Oh, he's a retired ferryboat captain

who does sand sculptures at the beach.

Oh, I know who that is. That's Rembrandt.

What has all this got to do

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