The Wages of Fear Page #3

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You won't miss it?

It's no good

any more.

Right.

Good luck!

Say, didn't you

fill the tank?

The contact.

It's okay now.

That's right! Good luck!

Coca Cola! Some deal!

He knows his stuff!

Mario darling, why

did you do it?

I begged you not to. Id

have done anything for you

I'd have robbed...

killed for you.

You don't care

if I'm unhappy.

I hate you.

I despise you.

Watch the bumps!

Have pity, darling.

That's enough!

Now beat it!

Goodbye, darling.

Promise to be careful.

Promise you'll

come back!

Made it this time.

Stop worrying.

Is it hot or cold?

Rather hot. Why?

I'm freezing.

Want your sweater?

Not now.

Thanks, kid.

Wipe my forehead.

Something wrong?

I think I'm sick.

Got fever?

I'm shivering.

A touch of malaria.

Good beginning.

Where are we?

Only 300 miles to go!

Say, do you smell oil?

No!

The motor's hot.

Shift to first.

Good.

Let's cool it.

-The truck is hot.

-We have to be careful.

It will be okay.

Let's eat something.

Already? We've driven only a

few kilometres.

It's getting late.

-They're expecting us.

-I don't give a damn.

At the end of the year

they won't pay us dividends.

-Jo, hurry up!

-Are you nuts?

Look!

Rest later.

Let's move!

It must be nice

to have money.

Yesterday we were

like other people...

just like everyone else.

We had fun, we

slept, we ate.

We knew men, women...

and now...

there's nobody.

Just us two.

Two's enough!

Enough to drive

a truck, but...

I like to be

with people...

to sit at the door,

drink wine, talk.

About what?

Whatever comes

into my head.

It's nice to get

a girl into a corner.

You like women?

No!

You've had too

easy a life.

You think so?

You were daddy's little boy.

I'm an orphan.

How old are you?

You're kidding.

You can get to be

If you're in the right

place at the right time.

Not even time

for coffee.

Feeling sick again?

I don't like

to be rushed.

How can I?

With your hands.

What if we got a flat?

With new tires?

Stop kidding.

It happened.

Want me to throw it out?

Hold it up for me.

Here. Drink it

down, pop.

What's the matter now?

The wheel.

I told you not to eat!

Did you have

a breakdown?

He's sick.

Sick? Him?

He's drunk or scared.

Say it to his face!

We're talking

to you, big shot!

Shut up!

Leave him alone!

Keep him!

I don't want him.

Only wake up

and get going.

We'll take our time.

We're not taking

orders from you!

Then keep driving!

Let them go ahead if

they want to.

You're supposed to

be a 1/2 hour ahead.

Look at how they drive.

If we follow, we'll

creep like snails.

Some drivers!

A couple of lugs!

When something happens to

them, they'll be satisfied.

Why? Is it bad further?

It's okay until the Little Coral.

But after that, the road

gets worse.

Do you know

what cement is?

That's what we use

for houses.

Yes, but here it makes for

bad road.

The wind does that.

Like an old pump.

So much that it

destroys the chassis.

-The nitro can blow up.

-Not if you go fast.

At 40 miles per hour you fly

over the bumps.

But you must keep

the speed.

Under 30 you get

vibrations. Finished.

For how long? -About 20

miles after Little Coral.

This is the Coral.

Here is pump six.

The Americans have

put in concrete.

Even there, you can't

slow down.

You will not have time

to accelerate. Got it?

You must keep maximum

speed all the time.

We can do it slowly.

You'll vibrate, man.

To be safe we shouldn't

go over...I don't know...

-6 miles, then.

-Okay.

-Let's go slowly.

-Are you nuts?

at least 4 hours.

After the bridge,

accelerate up to 40 miles.

Here's the Coral.

That's it. Let's hear

the music.

Don't move from it.

Did you hear?

Are you sure?

It may be water

in the gas tank.

-Don't call misfortune.

-We're on the bad road.

If it's the engine,

we're f***ed.

-Come on, time to go.

-No.

Let me finish

my cigarette.

-Finish it on the way.

-I can't drive and smoke.

I can't taste it.

-Are you okay?

-Yes, fine.

-Get ready to go down.

-Shift to second.

Accelerate.

Get a good start.

-Can you see clear?

-Yes.

Start to slow down.

It won't be easy.

We won't make it,

I'm telling you.

The sign over there.

We're getting close.

Start accelerating, Jo.

It's time.

-Maybe we should...

-No, I told you.

-it must not blow up.

-Knock on wood.

My hands are full

of it.

Move it.

Fourth gear!

Floor it.

Speed up!

Push it, man! Push it!

Only 100 meters left.

Do it, man!

Do it!

Step on the gas,

for God's sake!

Are you dumb?

Now it's f***ed.

Why didn't you go?

What happened?

It's not my fault.

It's the truck.

-This truck is lousy.

-No, it's not normal.

A brand new truck

should go fast.

The speed might be

limited in this truck.

The Americans did it

to save their merchandise.

If it's true they're

gonna hear from me.

It certainly is the

reason. No doubt.

We'll try again.

-Nothing in the engine?

-Nothing.

Back up so

I can see.

Move it!

Come here.

Have a look.

If we manoeuvre we'll

erase the tracks.

-So?

-We'll do it on the tracks.

Are you nuts?

It's risky.

If you fall back in,

it's too dangerous.

No danger.

Now help me.

If I had the bastard

who filled up the car!

I bet he started

to put in gas oil...

and when he found out

he didn't say a word.

Don't move.

I'll find the guy.

Don't b*tch. This time

you'll get clean gas.

I'm thinking. We don't

have room to speed up.

Too bad, we'll finish

slowly.

What about the others?

If they move too fast...

they won't be able to

stop. They'll smash us.

Believe me, they are

driving slowly.

Otherwise they would

already be here.

Anyway, I want to give them

a signal.

Go ahead while

I finish here.

Do you have an

handkerchief?

Too bad. It's

brand new.

At least I used it once.

-Make up your mind!

-You're leaving the tracks.

Okay. It's enough.

Come in.

-Maybe a 100 meters more...

-Let's go.

-A few more kilometres and it

will be okay. -It's okay.

You brought it.

Are you nuts?

What happened?

Did you see them

over there?

-Who?

-Them. The Dutch.

I can't see. It's

too far away for me.

-Look!

-You're right. It's them.

They're getting close.

Speed up!

How far away are they?

-100 meters.

-100 meters? We are moving fast.

It's over.

No, it's not over.

Look.

The silver point

is the end of the road.

-1... 2...

-Shut up!

Leave it!

Look, idiot!

They're speeding up.

That's it, Jo.

We won.

They're widening

the road.

You won't get by.

Got to manoeuvre.

We'll have to go this

way as far as possible...

and then back up here...

then shoot ahead.

Back up, back up!

There's room...

The wood's rotten.

Will it hold?

Go ahead!

Wait!

Thanks, Luigi.

But you need

a good eye and...

My boy, we sure

can say...

It's a real rat-trap!

Have to warn the others.

They're stuck.

They'll manage! They

should've stayed ahead.

Hear that?

It's them!

How'd those guys

get here!

They used to cart

three-ton iron hunks.

On these roads,

it was suicide.

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