The Wages of Fear
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- 1953
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WAGES OF FEAR:
Alms, sir.
Charity.
Whiten yourself a bit, the
sun hit you pretty hard.
tongue with my soap.
Come on, Perla, show me
your thanks.
You are asking too much,
cheeky.
OK, forget it.
What a disgrace!
I hate mutts!
Anybody asking you?
Listen, doc, no one asked
your opinion.
Some guys have all
the luck.
I wouldn't mind a job
like that.
It's for voters only.
Got your card?
Never thought I'd beg
for a job.
For tramps there's never
any work.
Well, what'll you have?
Make up your mind.
A lemonade.
Only one for the lot?
Get it and shut up!
You're always so nice
and polite.
Rose, a lemonade for
the doctor.
Looking for trouble?
Not much distraction here.
If only it wasn't so hot!
What are we hanging
around here for?
Coming tonight?
Maybe... You got them?
In the flour bag.
Kiss me.
Watch out for my suit!
Linda, come here!
At the flour again, eh?
Don't I feed you?
I didn't eat your flour.
Caught in the act.
I'll show you.
Forget it.
Mind your business!
He's itching for trouble.
Who's asking you?
You're just a pack
of tramps.
Only fit for loafing...
and scaring away all
the customers.
Scram or I'll call
the cops.
They may be interested
in your papers.
Oh, a squealer?
I'm a citizen, not a
lousy foreigner.
What a credit to the
white race!
What do you want?
Did you hear me?
Beat it!
If I ever hear...
that you touched a hair
on her head...
Me? I wouldn't hurt her!
On the contrary.
I only want to help her.
Don't I baby?
Go to my room.
I'll be right up.
Yes, sir.
Leave that.
You want trouble.
Clear out of here,
you lousy tramp.
You cheap tramp!
Take it easy!
The street's free!
Then have the cops
check on you.
Dirty rat! Louse!
Your insults get in
through my ear...
Going up or not?
Where is that lazy tramp?
Here!
The mail...didn't you hear
the plane?
Get to the airport!
Hurry!
The money I've lost on
account of you!
What's up?
Can I go with you?
If I ever meet
the right pilot.
He'll let me ride
with the baggage.
I'll show him
my U.S. visa.
Did I ever show you
my visa?
Everyone's seen it.
Keep it in your pocket
and don't flash it.
The plane of the
international Airline...
is landing in
airstrip number 1.
Please, may all the
passengers go...
through the custom house.
Hi, Pepito,
what's new?
Listen, boss, I got
my passport.
Next.
Come here.
Any baggage?
No.
Got a passport?
Yes, a passport.
What brings you here?
I don't know yet.
We'll put down "tourist".
What's up?
A traffic jam.
Tito! Come on, now.
The lady and the child.
That's right.
Smile. Don't move,
please.
That'll be a dollar.
Wait, maybe I'm not
getting off yet.
Why don't you take a picture?
You French?
Pleased to meet you, kid.
Where from?
Paris, Rue des Pyrenees.
I'm from Propriane.
Ah, a Corsican!
But I used to work
in Paris.
Swell! It won't be as bad
as I thought.
From Tegucigalpa?
Could be.
Give me the low-down.
I'm absolutely dead broke.
Anything doing here?
Let's try the saloon.
Hernandez isn't a bad guy.
Is it far?
Let's take the taxi.
itll look better.
The Corsair.
Hello, boss. I've brought
a pal along.
I've got my hands full
already.
A sight for sore eyes!
Pay for the taxi.
Who is this guy?
I thought he was your pal!
Know him?
By reputation.
Come along, kid.
Set one up for
my pal too!
Sit down.
Much obliged.
Come off it!
We're pals.
You can call me Jo,
but to the others,
I'm Mr. Jo!
Here's to you, Jo.
itll all work out.
Don't worry!
Not a bad joint.
You get tired of it.
How'd you ever pick
this town?
You can't always choose.
I had to beat it fast.
I headed for the airport...
and bought a $50 ticket.
That's how I'm here.
This is Linda. A sweet kid.
So I see.
Say something.
Be polite.
She's half savage.
It's lost a button.
Beat it!
Get what I mean?
They drop from the trees.
Have you eaten?
On the plane.
The meal was included.
I'm going for a bite.
How about here?
I've got a room in town.
I like my independence.
I understand.
I won't be long.
You see?
He hangs on to me.
Sure!
Were you mixing cement?
I finished the framework.
We got a new mixer.
We may get a vibrator.
Say, did you strike gold
or something?
It's a present!
Noodles again?
Stop bellyaching. I'll
make you a swell sauce.
We don't have time.
I met...
A woman?
It happens to be a man.
A real one.
-Drink.
-Thank you very much.
You're welcome.
I'm thirsty.
Got any money?
My back wages?
We'll see.
Poor guy!
Two beers outside.
You sure eat fast!
When I feel good.
Thanks, kid.
How about a shot
of brandy?
Some service.
I just helped myself.
Allow me, my lord.
-Stop the music.
-Sorry.
Shut it off.
-You won't see us anymore.
-Out! Out!
We won't come back.
We'll go to some place
else.
Go get some fresh air.
A bunch of bellyachers!
Not one of us here
has any work.
Just occasional odd jobs.
Just enough to eat
and buy a drink.
Why don't you clear out?
I would if I could.
The trouble is...
takes too much effort.
Any trains?
None at all.
No highway?
It ends at the oil wells.
Planes?
The fare's too high.
Caracas is too close.
Besides, it's too hot.
After that, it costs
around $300.
Got that much?
Neither have I.
You need a visa.
It can be arranged.
A real one?
A real one, too.
And there are no jobs here.
They began that building
two years ago.
But they gave up.
Too much sun.
It's like prison here.
Easy to get in...
But no exit.
If you stay, you croak.
That's not my line.
Not anyone else's. But...
they do!
Here's proof.
He couldn't stand up.
Because of the fever.
Not only mosquitoes...
But spiders too. And
bugs that eat your liver.
And leprosy too.
You get spots on your
wrists.
But all that's nothing.
There's only one
chronic sickness,
Hunger!
That's what kills
most of us.
That's for Americans.
Americans here?
Wherever there's oil,
there's Americans.
SOC is their company.
They've got a camp.
They're organised.
Houses, a canteen,
a cemetery.
All prefabricated!
O'Brien checks up
once a week.
O'Brien? Bill O'Brien?
A big guy?
Know him?
And how! We operated
together in 1932.
That changes everything!
When I need dough,
I get mean.
You've got 900 miles
of pipeline.
A little dynamite...
makes a lot of noise.
If the cops pin it
on me...
No go, eh?
For the time being?
Must be dough around
somewhere.
When the oil stops,
everything stops!
Look at that guy.
They fired him.
Look at him now!
Who's he?
That's my pal Luigi.
A good guy.
Haven't seen much of you
lately.
If you only knew...
how busy we are!
Let's swap jobs!
We work...
with our brains.
How's the job?
So-so. The pay's no good.
He's a real miser.
Always saving.
I'm saving to go home.
That guy doesn't seem
to like conversation!
See what I mean?
A real plugger.
We share a room. He does
all the ironing & cooking.
A terrific guy!
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