All language subtitles for The Wrong Man 1993

Sailing at four bells, so watch
the Tequila and the women.

Four bells is 6 am. Walker.
-See you then.

Wrong man. Wrong man.

Whisky por favor.

Its dog's piss you know. The've got to
water it down, so it don't kill nobody.

Better chase it with something. Wanna beer?
-No thanks.

God damned!

Thought you were somebody else for a second.
Somebody I didn't feel like talking to.

So, what's a "gringo americano" like you
doin' waltzin' around down here?

Just seeing the country.
-Is that what you do? Just travel around?

Right now. Trying to find something
better to do.

I like it! Where did you get that lighter?
-I bought that in Hong Kong.

Imagine somebody sitting all day on his ass,
carving that for years.

I'll tell you... What's your name?
- Alex, Walker.

Felix Crawley. I'll tell you something Alexander.
I'll sell that to you, but it won't be cheap.

How much?
-A thousand clamps.

So, what do you do down here, Felix?
- Only thing there is to do. The monkey bussiness.

Smugling.

Yeah, well. I think I'll call it a night. Thanks.
-God damn it, Alexander, a young guy like you've
got all the time in the world! Sit down.

Come on. I'm high society here.
I'll get you whatever you want.

Se�orita? -Ohh Alex, by dumb luck, you
entered into the right place.

All your worries are over. - Rosita!
Ven mi hija.

She's got a shaved cunt. That sort
of thing makes men evil. Insane!

Ohh, you lucky son of a gun. You're gonna
work like a dog all night long. Gonna be
tired like hell.

What the hell did you say? -Well, she's
a little in love with you, so I told her, you'd
screw her five times tonight.

Where do we go from here?
-Don't worry, she'll show you.

Let me pay for the drinks. -Don't insult me with the god damned money.

I invited you. -Ok. Thank you.

What do I pay her? -Pay her after.
Money is just a kindness anyway.

Like taking off your shoes, before
you get into bed with a woman.

-See you later!
-Enjoy!

Jesus! I'm sorry, this is not gonna work out.

No, no, no. Here, let me just give you something...

That son of a bitch...he stole my wallet!
That son of a bitch!

Te lo hago gratis! Get off me!

Get off me god damn it!

Donde es Felix?

Felix, you fucking bastard!

Felix?

Hell of a place you've got here.

Felix!

Thought you gave me the slip, huh?

What the hell is going on here?

Listen Felix. Just give me back
my money, Ok.?

I don't give a fuck about you. Just
give me back my money, all right?

I can't.

I'm dying.

Holy fucking Christ...!

Se�or Felix? Is everything all right?

Let captain Diaz come through!

Ortega, you better have a very good reason
to get me out of bed before the sun is up.

Homicide is a matter for the local
police. Last time I heard.

Capitan, the suspect and victim
are both foreigners.

That fact alone requires our attention as federal police.
But there may also be a smuggling angle here.

-Smuggling?
-His name is Felix Crawley.

It seems he was quite well known
around the port.

They say he was involved in selling
stolen goods from the States.

He was shot one hour ago.
The suspect is probably american.

We have a description.
-28 years, 180 cm high...

brown hair, blue eyes.

No money.

What happened here?
-A local cop almost got him.

And he escaped out the front door.
-Out the front door?

Is there a back door?
-Yes.

Ay, Ortega, this is a very stupid crime. At least a
"gringo" in Tampicosta shouldn't be hard to find.

As� es, capitan. I've taken the liberty of getting
the description to the hotels, the airport,

busses, trains. The usual procedure.

Muy bien, Ortega.

You see? You didn't need me after all.

Check all the ships in port.

I'm going back to bed.

Ships in port...

Destino?
-That one there.

Excuse me.

I believe they shoot car thieves in Mexico.

You do parlez the english language?

Yeah, and...

I'm not trying to steal your car.

Are you feeling all right?
-Yeah. Sure, why?

Feel only too chipper.

Guess took one too many last night.

You must be looking for someone.
-I don't know.

Crazy down here. Probably all a big mistake.
-Yeah, probably.

So, what are you doing down here?
-Nothing else to do. Monkey bussiness.

How nice. Are you buying or selling
monkeys right now?

I'm sorry. I'm just trying to be funny.
I'm a sailor. I jumped ship.

I could use a ride out of town.

You don't even know where I'm going.

Missy! Where are you Missy?
-In the car!

Jesus, I'm in the car!

I've got something to tell you, Missy.

Oh, what? -I've fucking had it with
these bags here. You understand?

You've got enough crap with you, to make
the eyes bug out of the O'Biddies and K-mart.

I only brought a few nice things, because
I thought we might be going somewhere nice.

Where'd you think we'd be going?
The Ritz?

Next time you ain't comming.
I'm tired of all the bitchin'.

Honey...if you was in trouble down here,
who would you go to for help?

What are you talking about?
I wouldn't be in trouble.

But if I was, I'd keep away from the "El spicos".
Find myself some good old americans.

Hi. I'm Alex Walker. I'm looking for
some good old americans.

That was wonderful. Honey, I told
Alex he could ride along with us.

Mills is my name. -He's nobody's friend,
so nobody calls him Philip.

And I'm Missy. So pleased to meet you.

Don't let yourself get fooled by her.
Honey, try to be decent for a change.

How are you gonna do that?
-Easy...

Capit�n...a gringo answering our
description bought a ticket to Costa Rica.

But he's not on the bus. Or any of the others
We're searching the area, sir.

Once again, you have demonstrated
complete competence, Ortega.

I could have stayed in bed.

I don't think that's our man sir.
-Muchas gracias Ortega. I am tired, not blind.

Hell, who are you? What are you doing down here?
And what have you been doing lately besides
falling down the road?

Yeah, I did get pretty shit faced in Tampico last
night. First mate warned us about that tequila.

Alex is a sailor. He's strong,
'cause he eats his spinach.

Well, it says, get a lay of the old "terra firma"
since we'll be travelling together.

Is something bothering you?
I'd be more than happy to hear about it.

Jesus, just making friendly conversation? You're
not afraid of a little friendly conversation are you?

Friendly conversation? No! What,
why would I be?

You tell me.
-Tell you what?

Oh, I don't know. Maybe you've got
something to hide.

Excuse me for saying so sir,
but is that any of your bussiness?

That's what I like! some shit in your shoes.
If something strikes me as odd, I'll say so.

Well, you said so....
-I ain't finished.

You've got a stain on your sleeve. From
where I'm sitting it looks like a blood stain.

Some guy tried to rob me. I labeled him
on the nose, and I guess he bled on me.

Must have been some kick-ass.
-He got my clothes dirty, I lost
some money. That's about it

How come I got this feelin'
you're bullshittin' me?

Jesus, Philip! Alex is a sailor, he
jumped ship. So..now, he's here.

Why did you jump ship?
-I didn't mean to.

She was just ready to leave before I was.
If you're going anywhere near Veracruz,
maybe I could get back on.

This road don't go anywhere else.
Don't you know that? - Yeah. Sure!

I ain't so shure you do.

You don't interest me much yet.
Maybe we could be friends even.

But I'll tell you right now, somebody
does me wrong, they better watch out.

Fine.

So, this car must be worth some money
down here. -Fix her up, she's worth a fortune

Its a rich man's car,
only I ain't rich yet.

But I am God damned on the track,
Alex my boy.

You live somewhere down here?
-No, we keep a little place in Mexico City.

I'm a freight solicitor.
You know much about that end?

Yeah, all the way down to the
Guatemala border is my country.

Old Missy likes to come along. And I go
to see my clients. She ain't got nothin'
else to do.

Honey, I think we're gonna have visitors.

Ah! Damned it.

Registration, por favor.
Ah, si, con permiso.

Se�or, you were driving over the yellow line.

Yellow line? There is no goddamed
yellow line! Show me the yellow line!

Sweetheart please, you're gonna get us thrown
in jail. -You mind pissin' off a minute, can't you
see I'm makin' bussiness with the locals here?

It was back a couple of kilometers.
You want to have a look?

No! I haven't got all day to go up and down
the road. This means a fine, right?

Gracias se�or. Drive carefully.

Buenas tardes! El spico bastard!

Glad I hooked up with the good guys.
-Damned right!

Ortega...

Did anybody find any money on Felix Crawley?
-No Sir. Not a single centavo.

The waiter told us he saw a lot of money in the
gringo's wallet. There wasn't any when I found it.

So where the hell is the money?
-The gringo must have taken it.

I don't know. Maybe there was someone else.
This Walker kid just does not feel like a murderer
to me.

We got this from the americans.

Alexander Reed Walker. Outstanding warrant for
failure to appear on a charge of second degree murder.

He jumped bail four months ago.

I guess I couldn't be more wrong, eh? -Well Sir,
you were right about checking the port.

We found an A. Walker listed
on the manifest of a cargo ship.

What ship? -The Starfish.
But it left here at six this morning.

As this Walker was seen at the busstation
around seven, he can't be on board.

No, I guess not. If I were him,
I'd be half way to Texas by now.

Ortega, he missed the bus. And you
have the trains and airports covered.

How do you figure he's gonne get there?
-I don't know, sir.

But I think this guy is smart. Very smart.
He got away from the americans.

Oh, and I'm sure he fooled them by leaving his wallet
at the scene of the crime. Running out the front door
and trying to catch a bus out of town.

Sir, I still think he's smart.

You're obviously right Ortega.

I think you've got this guy all figured out.

If I was Alexander Reed Walker, I'd
be shaking in my boots right now.

All Philip's bussiness' are in places like
this. Perfectly horrid.

Let's go for a walk.

Have you ever been to Charleston, South Carolina?
-No. Is that where you're from?

Eons ago. It was another world back then.

I used to live in a big brick house, three
stories high. Used to have parties, dances.

Ahh, sorry I didn't know you then.

You know, I had a boyfriend once,
who looked exactly like you. - Oh yeah?

I met him in New York. He's a photographer.

He said I had the makings of a top model.

His name was Waterburg, which made me
laugh when I first heard it. I don't know why.

Waterburg? It wasn't Warburg, was it?
-Yes, Warburg!

He lived in this Park Avenue penthouse
with lots of windows. Do you know him?

I saw an exhibit of his once.
What the hell happened to him?

I don't know. He loved me, I know that.

But... I was too young.
I broke his heart.

Why do people have to suffer so much
when they are in love? I always do.

I don't know why people do what they do.

You're missing somebody back home?

You must be...
-Nah, I was just thinking.

Got into some trouble back there with a girl.
-There's lots of other girls.

Maybe. Anyhow, its probably better
to be alone sometimes.

Don't you just hate it being alone?
I always have.

Even when I was 16. I always worried
of becoming an old maid.

A woman like you, does not
become an old maid.

Does that mean you think I'm attractive?
-You are very attractive.

Thank you very much.

I guess our man Felix didn't have too many friends.

Excuse me.

Se�orita, we're trying to find out
what happened to se�or Felix.
Do you think you could help us?

You were a good friend of Felix's.
Did you know any of his other friends?

A friend didn't kill him.
-You know who did?

You know why he was killed?

Se�orita, do you know anything at all?
-That ship killed him.

What ship?
-Our ship. The Starfish.

He said, it would make everything good.

Now...now its gone. He is gone.
Everything's gone.

Starfish. That's Walker's ship.

Find out their next port of call.
-Veracruz.

Excuse me, capit�n.
Gets in late tonight.

Have you ever been to Veracruz, Ortega?
-No. Veravruz.....hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm.

Hope nobody minds me, swimming in my underwear.
-Its off season. Nobody gives a shit anyway.

Here. I ordered a beer for you.
-Thanks.

Believe you me, that crazy bitch
is more trouble than she's worth.

Makes me wanna be a piss-poor bastard like these
guys, just sit on my ass all day and saying nothin'.

God damn, maybe I will some day.
Soon as I break into the cash!

I'm gonna ride around forever
in this goddamned forsaken country.

What's your plan?
-Impotent and expotent.

In fact, I've got a big payoff to collect in Veracruz.
Pretty soon the old bills gonna start clickin'!

Hope it all works out.

I've been long in wanting money. I'm
gonna fight and kick 'till I get a fistful.

This is my turn.

And I've got to have cash for Cinderella over there.
So that she can sit around on her ass, reading her magazine.

God dammit!

Fuck! I'm gonna tell you something important.

You know what she is?
-What do you mean?

I mean, you know what she is?

Well, I'm gonna tell you, 'cause sooner or later, you're
gonna find out and you'll wish you listened to old Mills.

Look. When we get to Veracruz, I'm
gonna be out of your hair anyways.

She is a lazy cunt, and nothing but.

All she does, is lay around, dreaming up lies.
I don't think she's ever told the truth in her life.

But you've got to hand it to her.
She is interesting. You get angry at first,
then she's just plain entertainin'.

I don't think this is funny.
-Well, hell. I do.

She's always jabbering about being from
some fancy house in Charleston.

Well, I know for a fact, she ain't
never even set foot in that town.

Now, that's funny, you've got to admit?

Alex, I thought you went away on your boat.

The ship's in, but I didn't wanna board before
I have to. I thought maybe we could all have
a last drink together?

OK. Let's get the old Millsey and go.
-He's out somewhere doing bussiness.

Ah, yeah. Big payoff.

Right. Him and his big deals...

Having more fun without him anyways.
-I can see that.

Give me a few minutes all right? You
don't want me looking like this, do you?

Well, not in a restaurant anyway.

You'll make me nervous you know.

Not half as nervous
as you're making me.

You won't mind if I hold your arm, would you?
-No, I'd like you to.

I thought you'd like it. I like it too.

I wish I was going with you tonight.
Sailing south or back to the States?

South. I'm hearing great
things about Guatemala.

I don't think I'm ever going back to the States.
-Never thought Guatemala sounded like much of a place.

What are you going to do down there?

I don't know. It sounds like the perfect place to start

You know, sometimes I can't tell
if you're joking or not.

To you.

Thanks for helping me.

If I could go anywhere I wanted, you
know where I'd go? I'd go to Rome.

All my life I wanted to go there. To Rome.

Maybe you will some day.

We're a funny pair, aren't we? I can't go
foreward and you can't go back. -Yeah.

She broke your heart, didn't she?

One night I went over to her house and...

She was with this guy. And...

We started arguing, and it got pretty ugly, and...

And this guy came after me with a knife.

You'd think it'd be the other way around.

Did he hurt you?
-Hmm. I hurt him.

I didn't mean to, even though she didn't think so.

So... I had to go.

Just couldn't see spending 10 years, picking
up cans off the side of the freeway.

Can I tell you something?

I'm not used to feeling like this.

Feeling like what?

I'm past the time, when it does any good to...

hold things inside. I feel like I wanna...

Missy? Hey! Missy!

It feels strange, to fall in love for as long as we can.

What's wrong?
-Mills is coming.

Sorry, I'm so sorry! - That's all right. You don't
know him, he's not like you, he's crazy!

What the hell are you doing with her? -Phillip!
-Shutup! -Let's keep her out of this. -Bastard!

Who the fuck are you to tell me what I can do? If she
touch you one more time, I'll break your fucking head
off, do you hear me! I'll kill ya'! I'll goddamn kill ya'!

You see there? You goddamned bleeder!
-Both now you stop it!

Stop it right there! You stop it right now!
You stop it right now!

You're gonna run off with my wife? - No.

Well, she won't go with ya'! You don't think I know
what I'm talking about, but do. She won't go!

If I catch you trying, I'm gonna kill both of you,
you hear? -Is that so?

Well I'm sure, we're both just scared to death...

Are you all right honey? He didn't hurt you, did he?
-Nah, it's nothin'.

-Well, I just gave you a litle smack on the kisser. So don't
think you've been hurt, for you ain't seen nothing yet.

There were times in my life when I flattened a lot of faces.
I even took a man's eye out with my thumb once!

How terribly clever...
-That's all folks! Now get the fuck out of here!

Music, maestro! Strike up the band!

What the hell's the matter with you anyways?
-Do you think I enjoy standing around watching you
warming up the pow-tow?

Well, sweetheart, if you don't like it, you can shove it.
-I wish you woulden't act like such a goddamned crazy cunt.

Yeah, would be too bad if Alex found out
how crazy you were.

You know, Mills? I've about fucking had it with you.
-Is that right? So, what are you going to do about it?

Makes you wanna puke.
-Take it easy, I ain't talking to you!

Sorry. Bye Alex.

Well. That's the name of that tune.

Find anything liutenant?

Stolen carparts from the US. It was a good tip,
but the guy you're looking for is not on board.

I'd like to talk to the captain. -He's in custody on
shore. The only one aboard is the first mate.
Follow me.

Felix Crawley. He was murdered last night in Tampico.

The suspect is one of your crew. Alexander Walker.
-Walker murdered somebody ?

You don't think he would? -His girl dumped him,
so he just shipped out to see the world. I wouldn't
even have hired him, exept I was short.

He is also wanted for a murder in Boston.

Seems you never goddamn know it.

Do you know where he is now?

I don't understand what the big hurry is. -Sick of this place,
that's all. -What about your big deal? -Didn't work out

Jesus Christ and 40 cowboys couldn't
get rid of this guy.

You know I read this big article on fate and stuff.
And I think it was ment to be for us to travel together.

Philip's big deal fell through.
-I've had enough shit for three lifetimes.

I guess ev'rybody's gotta go thru it.
-You ain't gone through a particle of
what I have...

Just can't get out of this goddamned life!

See, I'd keep going, Alex,
or you'll get stuck like we are.

So, where are we going honey?
-I don't know. South.

We're going south.
That suit you, Alex?

Ehhh. Yes, actually, that'd be fine.

Fuckin' car!
We don't goddamned need this!

Can they fix it?
-Sure. Only takes about three weeks
to get a fanbelt around here.

Capit�n! A local motorcycle cop saw
someone who fits Walker's description.

He was in a car coming down here, to Veracruz.
-Good Ortega! Now we know how he got here.

Can you tell me where he is?
And what the hell is he doing?

Actually, no sir. Excuse me.

Ortega!

What kind of a car?

American. A convertible. Red.

Anyone else in the car?
-A man and a woman.

A beautiful blonde.
-Ortega, we saw that car in Tampico.

At the bus station. Correcto!

I'll try to trace the license plates, Capit�n.

Muy bien, Ortega. First, set up some road blocks.

Here, here and here.

You've got enough junk stuck on your face,
to make you pass for a birthday cake.

How come?
-It's only a little makeup.

I know what the hell it is, I wanna know what
its for? -Since when did you start worrying
about my make-up?

Since never. Tha's what you've got
in your little brain Pam, worries me.

Been acting like a floozie with fleas.
I don't understand that.

And the no good vagabond all full of
goddamned lies. You hear me?

Of course I hear you. -Woman, take those
thoughts out of your head, before someone
gets hurt bad.

Whatever you say.

I got to blow the whistle on that guy anyway.

Well, I liked him at first, but now not so much.

Hey! Blow that fuckin' gimpack one more time
and I'll wring it round your neck!

What you gonna do about him?

Ehhh. I've gotta make up my mind. Police
won't do him no harm if he ain't done nothin'.

I'd just leave him alone.

He ain't nobody. He's got nothin'.

And tomorrow he'll be gone.

Well, I'm gonna watch him. Think about it.

What's wrong?
-Nothing.

What could be wrong?

You look as if something happened. -Well,
nothing wrong a little whisky can't fix...

What about?

What?

If you paid more attention to me and less
to her, you'd heard me say: Wann'a whisky.
- Oh, yeah. Thanks.

The air is fresher up here. It smells of trees and plants.

Yeah. We're in the middle of nowhere, that's why.

A little whiskaroowy?
-I do.

This old gal does love her pop!
- You want me to pour for you? Jesus!

Hey, goddamn m�s despacio!

He's drivin' too goddamn fast.

You gotta be careful. He thinks you're runnin'
from the police. -Why's he think that?

I don't know. Anyways. Tomorrow you'll
go on one train and we'll go on another.

Is that what you want?
-I don't know what I want anymore.

Goddammit!

Slow down you little prick!
-Not at all funny, Philip.

Goddam somebody's got to be funny.
You do nothin' but tellin' lies, and...

Alexander, our lost friend here sits as quiet
as Harry Houdini going down Niagara Falls.

Glad I came along. It's been a hell of a ride.

Hey Missy, look! Old Alex is grinning
for the first time in a month.

Philip! This ain't funny.
-Here, I'll go talk to him.

No, no, no, let me handle this. I can see,
that things are getting outa hand here.

Se�or! Hey! Se�or! Me cago en la leche tu madre!

Porque no manejas como un hombre pendejo?
No tienes cojones?

Ha-ha-ha-ha. - At least the chickens are happy.
-Goddamn brokendest axle I ever saw.

And no booze lost. - Here I was worried
about that bottle, coming down.

Alex, I hope we're headin' South,
'cause it looks like we're goin' sailin'.

Then we better have one last drink, before we shove off.

Alex, I wanna know one thing.

Was you scared? Coming down that hill?
-No, actually I wasn't.

I didn't think you would be.
-Missy, Alex here is peculiar.

It's a bad sign not to be scared
of something you should be.

Abandon ship!

Don't forget your bags, Alex.
Where'd you leave them? Up top?

Come here baby.

Sweetheart!

What? You help me? -I said, I said
I know where we'll find a hotel!

Pardon me one, Bitch! I already called
the Ritz and said you was comin'.

You got the sauce with you, Alex?
-Yeah, I've got everything. -Yeah,
I can see that. Ha-ha-ha-ha.

Good ole' Alex. I bet you never thought
beauty queen was such a sack o' 'taters?

We're here! This is it.

Now, listen here, you two. This is
a civilized place.

So no shenanigans.

Just 'cause this ain't exactly the Ritz doesn't
mean we can't be properly civilized.

Hay habitaciones libres?

Mills, I don't have much money right now,
so I....

I love this guy! Give this guy the
presidential suite. Its all on me.

He doesn't have any money...

William Clinton.

Smells like an old lady lives in here.

Get the other key? Think I'll get some sleep.
-Well, you might as well stay.

There's gonna be nothin' in your room that ain't
in here. And only about half as much as that.

Too late to get some ice?
-We can get anything you want in here.
Hieeelooooo!

That's the only way to get ice 'round here on account
of the uncivilisation of the hotel. - Well, I'm sorry I asked.

Well, Alex. What do you think of my wife?

She's been ogling you all day long.

Please don't start, Philip.

Hey, the maitre 'd! Cerveza!

I'm gonna tell old Alex here...

how a man thinks, when he
worries about loosin' his woman.

I'm not gonna sit here and listen
to this shit.

Don't go, Alex. He's drunk.
-He is not drunk.

But don't go, Alex. I'm interested
in you, you know that.

Where are you going?
-Water faucet.

If they don't have one, I'm gonna use the stairs.

How nice...

Come with me tomorrow.

Take me. I'll go anywhere you want.

You know, Missy...
I've been thinkin' out there in the WC.

Now I'm beginning to like this guy, A. Walker.

Jesus, you're irritatin'.

If I was you, Alex, I'd be travelling first class
and collecting frequent flyer miles.

I don't think its right you're not, and I don't
have any idea, what you're doin' here with us.

I think its hotter here than it is outside.
Phil, can you open the window please?

You're goddamn mysterious. Now, maybe
I can help you out. Get you over the border.

Philip, I said could you open a window?
-And I've been in scrapes before with the law.

Once the police chased me clear 'cross Louisiana.

I needed a breeze.

Come on honey, you want Alex here to think
you've got bass in the belfry?

Would you undo this please?

Hey, wait just a minute here.

What the hell are you doin'?

I am hot sweetheart. So I'm gonna take my dress
off and sit here in my brown panties, all right?

Hell no! Leave that goddamned dress alone!

We're having a civilized conversation here. We don't
want a naked woman flapping her twat in the breeze.

You're disgusting.

I apologize Alex, for the behaviour of my wife. She
wants a fight see. That's what she is leading up to.

I don't wanna fight with you. I don't want
nothin' from you. Not any more.

I ain't gonna let her go, Alex.

She can do whatever she wants.

I couldn't live without her.
-Hah! Christ, listen to him.

Don't you think I won't tell ole' Alex go on home
and give you what you got comin'!

Take it easy, Mills.

You know where I met up with her?
In some hash-house in Georgia.

I don't know why you're saying this,
'cause he ain't gonna believe you.

Yes, she wore this little badge, sayin':
My name is Missy. Thank you for the bid'ness.

When I showed up, she said I sure had a nice car.
Asked if she could ride all the way to New York city.

She'd never been there. And I wanna tell you...

I've never been so happy, as drivin' up
to the big apple, starin' at her tits.

I do have nice tits. -But she must have given the
goddamndest best bid'ness in hash-house history!

'Cause later I discovered a whole shoe-box full of
letters from Wichita, De Moines, Chicago, from
truck drivers, all over the world.

Make you'r hair curl Alex, what
they wrote in them letters.

You bastard! You sick bastard!

You know, I ain't lyin'. The place had a great big neon
sign you could read from the interstate

And then the crap they had, pull for acting machines

You don't believe him, Alex, do you?
You know why he's sayin' this, don't you?

Yeah, yeah, I know. And I don't believe him.
-Ah, but he does believe me. He knows you're
no damned good.

If I was your age, Alex, I'd just open up
that door and tell her to get lost.

But I'm gettin' old.
I don't like to be alone...

Not any more.

She's a floozie, but I need her around.

Yeah. I'm sorry. I'd better go.

Good night.

Oh... Shit!

Missy, Look who's back!
A. Walker!

Are you back?
-I just came for the key.

Hey, what we need is some music.
I'll send up a combo.

Combo comin' on stage in tuxedos!

Oh, goddamn this ain't...

We can always pretend there's music.

That's right! Go on, give her a swing around the floor.

It ain't the Ritz, the band is no damned good,
and she's a bit nuts

But it don't matter much. There's only
the three of us.

Take a look at that! Its Fred Aster of the el spico
ballroom circuit.

I want to go on dancing with you.

What are you gonna do with him?

Forget about him.

God damn it! I'm going downstairs to kill that spic.

'Cause he's drinkin' all that beer I sent him for.
And its too goddamned dark!

That, my friend, is the sluttest lutz,

and I'm gonna dance with her.
-No, I don't wanna dance any more.

Ain't this floozie a charmer?

She's somethin' else all right.

Goddamned wonder is what she is.

Makes you go out of your mind.

My dear Alex, you've got to see this.

You ain't seen nothin' yet.

She has the prettiest cunt ever!

She does?
-Goddamned wonder it is.

I mean...the cunt ain't much of a thing,
when you get right down to it.

But there ain't nothin' I'd rather look at, as a cunt.

I don't know why.

What are you doing? What are you doing?

What are you doing? Stop it!
-She's just a whore.

Anybody don't wanna look, just turn away.

Is he all right? -Hey Mills, I hope you're dead,
but if you're alive, say somethin'.

I'm not dead.

Who's that?
-Go to the door and find out.

Well, it's either the police, or that damned spic with my beer.
And if it is the police, I'm gonna wring that damned spic's neck.

Where have you been? - Timbuktoo?

I've got to tell you friend, you shure smell
like you've been sleeping with dead mackrells.

Por el amor de Dios!

Jesus! Help me, he's goin' nuts!

Honey, you got a cigarette?
-In my coat.

Help me with the little bastard! I just wanna
show him we're good civilized americans.

Basta.

Missy...

Missy, put it back.
-Ahora beba su cerveza.

Missy, put the god damned thing back!

Atta girl. Shoot the little bastard.

What's so funny?

Throw your friend out. Party is over.

You heard the lady. Beat it!

The driver identified Walker. He
was with a man and a woman.

The driver said they were drinking. He was
trying to restore order and missed a turn.
After the crash, they walked off that way.

He must be trying to reach the Guatemala border.

Where is the nearest crossing?
-Tapachula.

Call ahead, check all the hotels, trains, buses

Capit�n, I know the procedure.
-Andele muchacho, andele!

Can I come in?

Yeah, I guess so.

I won't stay long, I promise.

Does he know you're here?

He doesn't matter, Alex.

Are you angry?

Nothing's what you expect, is it?

Sorry.

I'm not a very good person, am I?

Ohhh...I don't know Missy.

I didn't tell you any lies.

Lies are what could never have been.

I..I didn't tell you anything that could never have been.

If you don't want me to go with you, I'll understand.

I want you to.

More than anything else in the world.

I'm afraid Alex.

Come here.

????.

I wanna stay in a big hotel in Spanish dips

Call the waiters for champagne and apples...

A bottle of Dom Perignon...

a bucket of Red Delicious.

Top floor please.

We'll make it, Missy.

I just know, we're gonna make it.

I'll cry. I'm sorry.

Felix...

Oh, Jesus Christ...! The day is half gone.

Missy!

I'm sleepin'!
-Where did this come from?

I don't know. I think it's Alex's.

Is this yours?

You gonna shoot me?
-I said is this yours?

-Yeah. -Where did you get it? -What difference does it make?
Makes a goddamn lot of difference. Now I ain't fuckin' around

Where did you get it?
-I was robbed, remember?

A waiter sold it to me in a bar.
-You're not gonna shit me now, Alexander Walker?

I wanna show you, what this kind of gun can do.
It can blow a goddamned big hole in a man.

See that bird kick a hop?
He didn't hop. He is dead.

It was a bullet that hopped him.

You know, Mills. You're not so smart.
-I don't got to be, just smart enough.

You wanna shoot at me?
-Why would I wanna do that?

'Cause of Felix.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Sorry Alex. Guess I got you mixed up
with somebody else.

OK. I think this is it.

Capit�n! -The red convertible is registered
to a Philip Mills. An american.

Resident in Mexico City. Hmmm...

Do you mind if I sit in a minute?
- Not at all sir!

What times are the trains to Guatemala?
-There's only one a day, sir.

4 PM.
-Excuse me, captain Diaz.

You have a call from a place outside of town.
Hotel El Balneario Tres Cruzes.

Three americans checked in late last night.
Two males, one female. They are still there.

How far is it from here?
-Half an hour. Less. -OK. Lets go!

No! I'm going out there. You take a few men
and you cover the train station.

Just in case.
-Yes, sir.

I thought you knew somebody I knew.
Somebody who died recently.

He was mixed up with smugling,
playing both sides against the middle.

Trying to cut people out of the deal.
The guy was no damned good.

He got himself killed.

I think I'm gonna stay around here
for a few days. Nobody to bother you.

Missy and I ain't got nowhere else to go.

Not right away anyway.

What's the matter?

Nothin'.

Hey, we'll take you to the train.
It ain't far.

And I better give you a shirt to travel in.
You look damned awful.

And here. Here's some cash.
-No..., oh no, thanks.

Go on! Go on take it!

I'll put it on your tab.

Ok...thanks.

I just wanna know one thing.

Did you sleep with her?

Yes.

You ain't the first one you know.
Not by a long shot.

Shouldn't make no never-mind, if she goes out,
flops around on her back side for other men.

Its humiliating, goddamnit.

You know, I had the strangest dream last night.

We were all desperately trying to get out
of this deep jungle valley

Suddenly there was this bridge
that stretched right across

And we all crossed it together.
Ain't that wonderful? -Yeah, right.

What did you two talk about?

Hope you got along.
-I don't remember any more. I forget.

We talked about Felix.

Felix? Who's Felix?
-Just an old friend.

Can we talk about other things? Turkey buzzards.
Alex knows all about buzzards.

He's practically an ornithologist.
-There's our friend from last night.

Damned spic.
-I hate that word.

He was wondering what you two were doing shooting
a gun. He asked me if we should call the police.

Did he?
-I told him he usually shoots pistols at noon.

After lunch he'd wrestle with knives.

Philip, please!

Fuck! I'm tired of being bullied. Tired
of being humiliated.

What's wrong with him, Alex?

Mills, quiet down.
-You shut up.

I'm being good to you, so you just shut up!

I've been thinkin' about it.
And I thought that I might go with Alex.

Yeah, I'd thought you'd bring that up
sooner or later.

I've got nothing to say.

I like Alex. You wanna go with him, go.
Go on. Shit!

Life would be a lot easier, without you
screwing things up. Literally speaking.

Well, I guess I'll go pack.

M�s rapido!

Where you gonna go?

Rome.

Eventually...
-Yeah, I used to live there.

I didn't know that. What were you doin' in Rome?

Gettin' cold mostly. It was in the winter time.
I remember sittin' in the movies to stay warm.

Didn't have a job. -
Why were you there?

Hell, I don't know. I suppose I just went there.

I used to do that a lot. Just go.
I don't know what for. Goddamned funny.

Philip, can I say something?
-I don't wanna hear nothin'.

I just wanna get the two of you on that train.
-Mills, why don't you listen to what she has to say?

Ok. What?

I love you.

Big deal.

I do, I still love you.

You're a joke beauty queen. 'Cause I know
when you're lying through your teeth.

Well, I ain't lying now.

You never knew when you was
and when you wasn't.

Most of the time, it didn't make no difference.

Just the same, you're lyin'.

You better hurry. -What about the tickets? -We haven't
got the time. You get on the train, buy them tickets.
Se�or...espera aqu�! Eh?

You better get goin'. This train ain't gonna wait for ya'.

I'm gonna stay.

Are you sure?

I'm sorry, Alex. I can't go with you.

I don't believe you. -I'd be makin' a mistake.

Maybe you will understand, maybe you won't.

But I gotta stay with him Alex.

Goddamned, Alex. You've run out of
sense of humour about these things.

Find anything?
-Nothing, sir.

That's him.

He's here! Vengan!

Alex! Jesus, Alex!

Don't do this. I understand.

That's the challenge. Go! Get on the
goddamned train you stupid son of a bitch!

Corran! Corran!

Bye, Missy.
-Bye Alex! I love you.

Alex! Watch out goddamnit!

Alto no se mueva!
-American citizen. Don't shoot.

Missy, ??? out here!
Get on the goddamned train!

Alex!

Stay there!

Tell him, I'll shoot!

Stop!

Get on the goddamned train.

Now!

Don't you worry, beauty queen.

Capit�n!

We ain't got the time to the border.
Stop the train.

I shot the wrong man.

No, Ortega. You did right.

You killed Felix Crawley, didn't you, Se�or Mills?

I guess you spicoes ain't so dumb after all.

Told you to get on the train.

Philip? Philip!

Come on now! Quit fuckin' around.

Philip!

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