Border Incident Page #5

we'll talk a bit.

I ain't supposed to talk, neither.

Hey, what about

giving a guy a cigarette, huh?

- Hey, where you going?

- Im going cat fishing.

Come here, you! You run, Ill plug you!

Come here!

What are you doing trampling

on that lettuce?

Don't you know any better?

Hey, you're one of my men, ain't you?

I warned you, didn't I,

to stay on the property?

Maybe you'd like a slug

through the belly?

It was only that

I wanted to mail this letter.

Why, you dumb paisano. Get in the car.

Your package ought to be

at the post office.

Good. If it's there, we'll wash this thing up

and Ill be on my way to South America.

- Wanna drive me into town?

- Wouldn't that be rather foolish?

You're pretty hot.

Well, it'll only take a second.

I never take chances, Bryant.

And that goes for people who associate

with me. We'll pick up your package.

The post office won't give it

to just anybody.

Haven't you got a driver's license?

I don't know.

If they didn't steal that too.

Take care of that, Jeff, will you?

You play chess?

Some.

You know, Im very fond of chess.

You can figure out

how the other fella thinks.

- Do you have a package for Jack Bryant?

- Got some identification?

Just a moment.

- Mr. Jack Bryant is here for his package.

- Bryant?

Yeah, that's the license

we faked for Bearnes, all right.

That's not Bearnes, but we've gotta

find out where he is, so let's tail this guy.

Here, give him the package.

Take your time.

All right. Let's go.

Thanks for the help.

What time is it getting to be?

Almost 6.

You move there, you lose your queen.

Well, I made it. Let it stand.

Did you get it?

Okay, here's your 50.

Say, whoever this guy Bryant is,

he's hotter than a. 45.

- Whole carload of cops took out after me.

- Did you give them the slip?

What do you think Ive been riding

those cow trails for?

I took off across a railroad trestle

like a streamliner. Left them flat.

Bryant?

- Yeah?

- Did you hear that?

Yeah, I did.

I don't blame you for being scared.

Lucky you didn't go into town.

Thanks a lot, Jeff.

Ill be fanning the breeze for L.A. now.

Yeah, on a bus. That's right.

By now, your description's out

on a statewide alarm.

Okay.

- I saved your neck just on a hunch.

- Yeah. Thanks a lot.

- I think they're all there. Count them, Jeff.

- Don't worry, they're all there.

Watch your adrenaline, son.

Hello. Hello, operator.

Mr. Hugo Ulrich, Perla de Oro, Mexicali.

I came through for you, didn't I?

You wanted the permits, so I got them.

- Pay me off and let me be on my way.

- Take it easy, will you?

You go on thinking like that,

you're gonna end up in Atlanta or Alcatraz.

All Im trying to do

is preserve your liberty.

Yeah, some liberty.

Ill pay you cash, and my boys will put

you over the border tonight when it's safe.

Hello, Hugo? Yeah, this is Parky.

Hugo, will you send me 100

of those Mexican straw dolls?

Yeah. Yeah, I made a big sale

to a church bazaar.

Yeah, tonight's fine. Yeah.

Four twenty-three.

Well, while we're waiting,

let's see if you can save your queen.

Yeah, the queen.

Take them north, the Bull Fiddle Ranch.

You know where that is?

- Sure do.

- All right, check your braceros.

See that each one of these guys

has an immigration permit, then shove off.

You're going to Arizona.

The Golden Glow Citrus Ranch.

- Check your men.

- Right.

Happy, take this bunch over

to Joe's near Blythe.

Right.

Now, don't break any traffic laws.

Don't draw any more attention

to yourselves than you have to.

- Short haul, Chuck.

- Swell.

- These go over to Drummond.

- Okay. Come on, let's go, boys.

Come on, come on. Come on,

let's not stand around. Let's go.

Hey, it's pretty clever the way you handle

this situation down here.

Ive been doing this kind of thing

a long time.

- Pour yourself a snort while I pay you off.

- All right. Will you join me?

Yeah, sure.

Four thousand two hundred

and thirty dollars.

- Can buy a lot of peace and quiet for that.

- Yeah, and a lot of other things too.

- Here you are.

- Thanks.

Hello.

Kansas City?

Doc Bryler? Put him on.

Doc, I expected to hear

from you long before this.

I know, Parky,

but I got picked up on a gun beef.

Just got out of the clink today.

The rap fell through.

Look, here's what happened.

The guy that picked up the wire at 1510

went right to the immigration office in town.

- Is that worth anything to you?

- It is.

What's the matter?

Something go wrong?

No.

No, nothing serious.

A fellow I was making a deal with

turned out to be an immigration agent.

That's kind of bad, ain't it?

No, he can't move

unless I give the word.

Well...

...here's your cash.

Why don't you give it to me?

Hold it, snooper.

Put the gun down.

It isn't loaded anyway.

Do a good job, Jeff.

Make it look like an accident.

It'll look like an accident.

Go on, copper. Hurry it up.

Straight ahead.

Get this truck rolling. Bryant turned out

to be an immigration agent.

- Better take care of him.

- Jeff's doing that.

Get these braceros off my land.

Give me a knife. A knife, quick.

Pablo, where are we going?

The American, the one that was

in the tower...

...he's a police agent. He's in trouble.

Im going to help him.

- He is a friend of yours?

- Yes, and of yours, and of all braceros.

Im an agent of Mexico,

of the Federal Police.

Now one understands

about the soft hands.

Keep going, copper.

Straight across.

Let's try it anyway.

I have to phone.

No, no, no, it's better I go alone.

Tell our friends in the back

to keep quiet.

Yeah? What do you want?

Just to use the phone, please, seora.

I mean no harm, seora.

Just to use the phone. Please, please.

There, on the table.

Operator, get me

the office of immigration, Calexico, please.

The chief of immigration, Mr. Neley.

Hello, Mr. Neley?

This is Pablo Rodriguez.

Bryant has been murdered

on the Parkson Ranch.

Parkson is using Bryant's permits to truck

braceros to Fresno, Arizona and Blythe.

Tonight. Yes.

Get Jeff Amboy and Clay Nordell

for the murder of Bryant.

- Where are you? Ill send a car.

- Oh, just a minute.

- Where am I? What...?

- Hang up that phone.

Operator, where was that call

coming from?

The Amboy place?

Bearnes has been killed.

Take an armed squad.

Raid the Parkson Ranch.

- Parkson?

- Bring him in and all his foremen.

Come on, fellers, let's go.

Phone the Indio check. Have them set up

a roadblock at Mecca Junction.

One truck's going to Fresno,

one to Blythe.

- Alert the boys at the Arizona line.

- You want them brought in?

No, just get names and destinations

and let them go through.

- I want them to think they're getting away.

- Okay.

Come on, Larsen, we've gotta hurry.

The Amboy place

is 30 miles west of here.

Z, El Centro, calling KYYF, Indio.

Z to YF. Come in, please.

Z, El Centro, calling KYY...

Listen, don't try anything, paisano.

I was brought up in the Panhandle,

and I can sure use this thing. Sit down.

Operator?

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