Border Incident Page #2

- That's right, a man doesn't live forever.

So he should be careful

about the few years he has.

Let's go.

Pardon me, sir, may I have a light?

Tonight.

In front of La Fortuna Barberia.

Ten o'clock.

You didn't get a very good light.

Keep these, Ive got some more.

Thank you, seor. Thank you.

- How beautiful that shirt.

- Yes, it gives a man distinction.

Come on.

I must go see my wife.

Wish me luck.

- May you go with God, seor.

- Thank you.

And you know this, Holy Mother,

better than I...

...for you know all.

We were returning from the United States,

in the night, secretly...

...with our savings of many weeks.

The robbers and killers found us

in the desert.

Enrique and Lus and Tomas

they stabbed to the heart.

Me, they left for a dead one.

I thought I would die too.

But I saw you in your glory,

Sainted Mother...

...and I knew I would live.

My arm is gone from the infection

of the knife...

...but I thank thee for my life...

...and I offer this poor retablo...

...as sign that I will never forget

your compassion.

I have been praying, my husband...

...to the Sainted Guadalupe,

that you won't go.

That we will return

to the village together.

Tonight, I am going.

But, Juanito, so much can happen.

Like that man with one arm.

If anything should happen to you...

The matter has settled itself, then?

The matter has settled itself.

Take good care of nio and the baby.

And you, you take care.

Hello, Juanito.

Did you see your wife?

And I said adis.

She is now on the way back

to our village.

So you're coming with us, huh?

Well, I guess a man is entitled

to make a fool of himself if he wants to.

A man is entitled to that.

Let me see your hands.

The side you work with, stupid.

That last one was no bracero.

His hands are too soft.

- Maybe we should...

- No, that is for Hugo to decide.

Watch him closely.

- What is it, old man?

- I don't know.

Sometimes I cannot breathe.

I cannot breathe.

- You'd better not go, then, huh?

- I must, I must.

Come on! Let's go!

Make it snappy!

Come on!

Fritz, see what the gringo

would want down there.

Were you looking for somebody?

That's it, come on.

Come on.

Say, what's the idea?

I have the money.

Sit down.

Pay up, hombres. Seventy pesos.

For this, seor, you will take us

to the United States...

...to a ranch where there is work, yes?

Sixty-nine, 70.

Zopilote.

Back there.

You load them on the truck, huh, Clay?

Are you asking me

or you telling me?

One can ask, huh?

Hello, Neley? This is the fella

in the fancy cowboy shirt.

Our pal's been carrying

the ball swell up till now...

...but I think he was

just thrown for a loss. Yeah.

They maybe even put him

out of the game.

Over on the south side of town.

A place called La Perla de Oro.

That's right.

I don't wanna tip my mitt yet...

...but I think it might be a good idea to have

a routine check by some of the local boys.

Right. Tell them to hurry.

Hey, Hugo.

Do you know one thing?

This man is not a bracero.

I know.

Why?

Why do you want to go

if you're not a bracero?

Does one have to be a bracero

to want to be a bracero?

Who wants to be a bracero

except a bracero?

Maybe someone who doesn't want

to be discovered for something else.

What do you mean?

Maybe I was disappointed in love.

Maybe I would like

to make some American dollars.

Maybe Im running from something.

Maybe so.

Maybe, also, you are trying

to find out something too, huh?

Like what, for instance?

For instance,

you may be one of the police.

What could one expect in a border town?

The police and the snakes

are first cousins.

You've heard of Ragopian in Mexico City,

haven't you?

- Yes, he's in the federal penitentiary.

- Exactly.

Well, I was managing

his business affairs...

...when something came up.

No, no, Im not a bracero.

But I have my reasons and the money.

Police, open up.

Close the door.

Hey, please, please, seor,

don't let them get me.

I told you, the police all over Mexico

are looking for me.

If they find me, it means the islands,

the Tres Maras.

Take him out.

And take those braceros out too.

- Come on.

- Hurry up.

Get going.

- Stop your hammering.

- Open up.

- Open up.

- The chain is stuck.

Stand back.

- Was it necessary to ruin my door?

- In the interest of justice.

Sorry to have disturbed you, Seor Ulrich.

There was a report that an escaped criminal

was hiding out in your place.

- Nobody in here, Seor Teniente.

- See, what did I tell you?

What's the matter, old man?

What's the matter?

Stop the truck.

Stop. Hey, stop the truck.

- Stop the truck!

- Stop the truck!

- What's going on back here?

- This old man is very sick.

Church.

Church.

- What are you doing?

- We ain't freighting corpses.

Its wrong to leave him

in the desert like that.

Do you wanna stay

and keep him company?

Jim's on the job.

- Hiya, Jim.

- Say, Border Patrol's changed its timing.

One of them just went through.

They're running 20 minutes apart.

Okay, Ive got 20 to 30 minutes.

I could be in New York by that time.

All right, you tooting maverick,

get going.

Okay, everybody out.

Get in the trailer.

The boss said 12.

We started at 12.

The old guy kicked off.

- These guys give you any trouble?

- No, bunch of sheep.

Just the old guy's time, that's all.

Three hundred and thirty,

30 bucks a head, right?

Tell them, they wanna come back,

to get in touch with us.

Sure, sure, sure. Ill tell them.

You get your cut, I pay you off...

...then you get a nice take when these guys

go home loaded with dough.

- I think Id like a cut on that end too.

- That's the toughest end.

- You think you can take it?

- Why not?

You don't wanna get mixed up

in any brawls.

You're strictly the brainy type,

eh, Zopilote?

Hi.

Boss says to keep going,

not to stop here.

- What's eating him, Chuck?

- No immigration permits for these guys.

- Baldy fell through.

- Oh, yeah? Baldy never done that before.

So Parkson don't want these guys around.

He said take them north.

He's forgetting the Border Patrol check

at Indio, ain't he?

- You know the back roads.

- So does the Border Patrol.

Look, Jeff, he don't want

these wets on his land.

- He said...

- Oh, fine, fine.

Ill just take them up

to the Salton Sea and drown them.

- All right.

- Who does he think he is?

What's that you said?

Take that light off my face.

Kind of risky...

...trying to get by

the Border Patrol at Indio.

Yeah.

Maybe you've got something there, Jeff.

Put them in the bunkhouse

until we find out what happened with Baldy.

Get some work out of them.

Mix them with my legal workers.

At night, see that they stay

in the bunkhouse.

I don't want them wandering around

or going into town.

We'll get rid of them.

We'll get rid of them

as soon as I get the papers on them.

Okay, Parky, whatever you say.

After you get them in the field

in the morning...

...go into town

and check on Baldy.

You're never slow

sticking my neck out, are you?

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