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(Conversation in Spanish)

(Guard speaking Spanish)

(Gunshot)

5 que pasa?

(Gunshot)

No entiendo.

- ({gunshot)
- (Groaning)

(Sobbing)

(Gunshot)

(Dog barking)

When is your plane, darling?

I wish you weren't going.
What about our vacation?

Our board members
are expecting me.

Tomorrow morning in New York.

Oh, I know. I still wish
you didn't have to go.

Yeah, I gotta see
that old bastard too.

When I get back,
we'll take a trip down the coast.

- Ann: Isn't he a beauty?
- Jay: You're a beauty.

Stablehand: (Speaking Spanish)

No, no, no.
I'm not going to ride.

You got it.

Jay Wagner, you are under arrest
for the murder of Enrique cordoza.

Jay: Ann!

- Enrique...?
- Arrestenlo.

- What do you mean, Enrique cordoza?
- Ivamos!

Jay!

Jay: He's alive!
What are you talking about?

- Mr Wagner.
- Mr cable.

The frame-up is complete.

Your grandson was arrested in
Santiago, extradited to Mexico City.

He'll be tried and convicted
within the month.

What sentence?

We've asked for
between 25 and 30 years.

I gather you, er... resent my
interference in this matter, mr cable?

We have a standard procedure,
mr Wagner,

for someone on the wrong side.

No. There's their side
and our side.

The winning side and the losing side,
but the fine distinction

between right and wrong
has yet to be drawn.

He's been supporting interests
which could hurt us.

You mean he threatened CIA interests
and my stockholders?

Well, who was the man
you had murdered?

Cable: No-one of any importance.

Wagner: I don't want my grandson
to suffer the same fate.

- Is that clear, mr cable?
- Yes.

Your grandson will try to escape.

It's a pity, at my age...

Falling victim to a cliché.

Cable:
I don't know what you mean.

Because of a distant link
between his chromosomes and mine,

my grandson shall remain alive.

I still say it's a mistake.

Perhaps.

25 to 30 years.

Sanchez:
There's no conceivable way

that the accused
could have left Santiago,

flown to Mexico City,
and returned to Santiago

at the time you
so carefully documented.

Nonetheless, it is therefore

the decision of this court

that you,

Jay Louis Wagner,

are guilty as charged.

You shall serve a term

not less than 28 years
in the federal penitentiary.

And you will be allowed the same
privileges as all other prisoners,

including conjugal visits by your wife
every two weeks.

This judgement is final.

Guard: Ialto!

(Chattering in Spanish)

(Leering chuckle)

(Ribald comments in Spanish)

(Speaking Spanish)

Es una puta muy Cara!

(Men laughing)

(Windows creaking)

Goddamn sonofabitches!

Hey, hey, wait.

- (Ann sobbing)
- What did they do to you?

Huh?

Put their filthy hands
all over me.

Who's supposed to boost
whose morale up?

Oh, Jay, what are they
doing to you?

Well, it's not exactly the ritz.
But, er...

Well, it is pretty bad.

It really is.

Where's the money?

It's in the back of the radio.

I'm going to talk to your grandfather.

- No, absolutely not. You are not.
- I don't know what else to do.

I'm not gonna kiss his ass
and crawl to him.

This is all we need.

You can buy anything, and they'll
sell you anything. Including freedom.

Jay, I really think
you must do it legally.

Sanchez has already filed an appeal.

I can't wait that long.

See, last week there was
a guy was pushing drugs.

He was in for 20 years.
He walked away from a work detail,

and they're not even looking for him,
because he paid his way off.

That's it.

I... I still think we should...

Absolutely not! No!

Look at this place.
Look what they're doing to me.

Jay.

I want you.

The day that we're reduced
to making love in here is...

That's the day that I give up.

Don't worry, darling. I have a plan.
And this money will do it.

(Men whispering in Spanish)

Jay:
What's going on? Let me out!

Guard: Wait, man. Just wait.

Jay: Come on,
what's happening? Let me out!

All right, senor, I will.

(Heavy thud)

(Speaking Spanish)

(Laughing)

(Speaking Spanish)

Ivamos! Ipronto!

Jay: Jesus Christ,
what are you doing?

(Thumping)

Let me out of here!

When I am ready, senor Wagner.

Let me out of here!

(Guards laughing)

Let me out!

Let me out of here!

Let me out of here!

(Traffic sounds)

Ann: But we can't let him
stay in that horrible place.

- Wagner: Of course not.
- We can't. I can't.

Ann...

It isn'tjust a matter
of fire and earth and...

Air and water
that makes up this world.

It's passion and strength
and cunning and, er...

Money.

I've got money.

As much as you'll need.

Jay thinks he won't get out
of that place legally.

He wants to escape.

Has he got a plan?

Not yet.

Well...

Whatever it costs,
you can count on me.

Nick: Hawk!
Let's get the hell out of here!

- Hawk, come on!
- Hawk: I can't breathe, Nick!

- Where's the bucket, Nick?
- Nick: Get the hell out! Come on!

Hey! Hey! Get out of here! Get back!
There's gasoline in there. The thing...

Whoo-hoo! It's okay. It's okay.

(Coughing)

It's a stone positive fact
you can't burn smoked fish.

But look at that.
Wouldn't have believed it till now.

You know anything about
the smoked fish business?

Ann: Smoked fish?

You're from the health department,
ain't you?

Do I look like I'm from
the health department?

I'm looking for a pilot.
A Nick Colton. Do you know him?

That goddamn health department
made me burn my fish.

There's about
two tons of it in there.

Is it possible they made you burn it
because your fish is spoiled?

Hell, no, they're opposed
to fish just on principle.

Oh, I'm sure you're right,

but I've got to find Nick Colton.
Do you know him?

Who wants to know?

He was recommended to me
by a man in fort worth.

A mr mazdick. Charles mazdick.

Yeah, that's charming Charlie.
Hawk? Hey, hawk!

She knows charming Charlie.

He said, "ask Nick Colton.
He'll do anything for money."

Well...

I guess if old Charlie said that,

you can plug right in, baby,
because that's me. I'm Nick.

- You?
- Hawk, keep shovelling.

I'll be right back,
and I'll help you shovel up.

Nick: So you want me
to fly down to Mexico,

set down on that road,
pick up this dude,

and bring him right back here.
Right?

An n: Exactly.

Well, it's my professional duty
to tell you that

pan am does it five times a day.

With hot meals! Sit down.

Not on that particular road,
they don't.

- Got a name, passport, this guy?
- None that need concern you.

Just some poor slob needs a lift.
Be kind to hitchhikers week, huh?

Can you do it?

Lady, I can put a jumbo jet
down on a quarter.

I'm willing to offer you
a thousand dollars.

Gotta tell you, a thousand has never
been a figure to palpitate me.

And don'tjudge this place
by the way it looks.

We got a going business here.

All that smoked fish out there.

Why, I've got cheques
I haven't even cashed. Lookit here.

Here's one for five hundred dollars.

I haven't had time to take it
to the bank, we've been so busy.

And that was for a job
a hell of a lot easier than yours.

All right, mr Colton.
What is your price?

Well, like I said, we're pretty busy.
Got a lot to handle.

How much?

- Twelve hundred.
- Ag Reed.

- And 39 dollars.
- Good enough.

And 52 cents.

Whoa. Cash. Cash.

I'll pay you tomorrow
after we get back.

Before we take off.

If you insist.

Well, that's it, then.
We've made ourselves a deal.

Not quite.
The fee included an aeroplane.

Oh, hell, we got one of those.

Well, I haven't seen it.

Well, we got one.
It's out there.

I'd still like to see it.

Follow me.

- That?
- Yeah. It flies like a bird.

That'll never be ready in time.

Hell, I can nail it together
in half an hour.

I just gotta
make that trip tomorrow

and you will.
It'll be ready by tomorrow.

Don't worry about it.
You just trust old Nick.

Now you run along, now.

Don't worry about it.
I got everything under control.

Well, I certainly hope so.

Hey, remember,
you just trust me.

(Car engine starting)

Hey, Nick, that's the last time
I'm shovelling up your mess.

Hey, hawk, you did a good job.

Well, why is it I always wind up
doing the shovelling?

While you were shovelling fish,
I just made us five hundred dollars.

Five?

That's what the lady's
going to pay me

for taking her across the border
tomorrow. Five hundred dollars.

We lost more than that
on the smoked fish.

I know that, hawk. Hell.

And I'm ready
to pay my loss right now.

There's a cheque
for five hundred dollars.

It's made out to me.

And it's signed by
chili shuster himself.

Shit! Chili's doing 10 to 20
in huntsville for bad cheques.

What are you gonna do, condemn
a man because he was caught?

Damn it, hawk.

(Plane engine buzzing)

(Guard speaking Spanish)

(Guard speaking Spanish)

(Guard speaking Spanish)

According to this map,
we ought to be almost there.

- Any last-minute things you want to tell me?
- Like what?

- This guy we're gonna pick up?
- You've been well paid, mr Colton.

(Guard speaking Spanish)

(Guard speaking Spanish)

- Hey!
- (Whistle blowing)

(Guards shouting in Spanish)

(Gunshot)

What the hell?

- That's him! Wait!
- Where?

You haven't paid me
for something like this, lady!

- Stop, you bastard!
- Let go! Let go!

For trying to escape.

For underestimating me.

You need companionship.
You will learn.

(Door being locked)

(Sosa laughing)

The rat!

(Car door closing)

Yeah, what did I tell you?
Right on time.

Nick: Shit!

You know what you can do.

What in the hell happened here?

Coward!

A simple pickup, she tells me.

And there are guys in uniform
shooting at us.

We could have done it!

Screw you!
You almost got us killed.

You were paid
to pick up my husband!

But not to get my ass shot off.

- Your husband?
- Yes, my husband.

And you knew you were
being paid a lot of money.

The only thing I knew is I was
supposed to pick up somebody,

but I wasn't supposed to get shot at.

And I didn't know
it was your husband.

- We got a slug in the oil line.
- The oil line?

Sanchez: Come on, Ann.
We'll find someone else.

Yeah, you listen to that shyster.

Maybe you'll manage
to get somebody killed.

You want my advice,
you'll talk to a professional.

Like you?

Yeah, like me!

You look at me, you think
you see a bum in a funny hat.

But I am a professional.

I make my living
in this border country.

I know the ins and outs.

And you see this funny hat?

I use it to strain that lousy
Mexican gasoline you sell down there.

I'm not about to rip off
this, er... married woman,

and blow a good reputation.

We don't even know you.

Well, to hell with you!

- This thing's leaking like a sieve.
- I know.

Ann! Ann!

I don't care what we have to do,
or what it costs.

I want Jay out of there.

Mr Colton,
I want you to try again.

All right. But this time,
you tell me everything.

Why won't they let him
out of the country?

He's in prison.

Shit.

In that case,
it'll cost you $2,000.

Sanchez: Preposterous!

That's two thousand to get him out.
And then two thousand more on delivery.

Can you guarantee delivery?

Nick: I don't know what
your husband's done.

But there are ways,
and there are ways.

My husband is innocent.

What the hell is the difference?

It's just as tough to get
an innocent one out as a guilty one.

And costs the same.

Give him the two thousand.

- I think we should discuss this.
- Give it to him. I want Jay out.

Privately.

Now, listen. Nobody else
has been able to do anything.

He's willing to try.
Perhaps he can.

Now, give it to him.

- How would you do it?
- That's none of your business.

She didn't tell me her plan,
I don't tell you mine.

Give him the money.

So the hat is used for things

other than straining
our poor Mexican gasoline.

Two thousand.

(Zipping up briefcase)

Hawk!

They're paying us two grand?

That's right. She already
gave me a thousand.

Get another thousand
when we get him out.

Now, we have to pay
expenses out of that,

and maybe give a slice to Myrna.

- Okay to me.
- Hey, Spence. How ya doin'?

- Giving out a lot of traffic tickets lately?
- What do you want?

Nothing.
Just dropped by to say hello,

and thought maybe
I could borrow your wife.

- You son of a bitch!
- Did I hear somebody mention my name?

Nick: Hey, there she is.

Look at that, huh?
There's my, er... his baby.

Spencer, we got us
a very big contract.

That's right. And all we need
is the feminine touch.

Get out!

Come on, Spence, I want to hear it.
He's better than television.

Ain't to me, he ain't.

Hey, Spencer, if you're going
to make county sheriff,

you've got to get rid of
that unfriendly nature of yours.

Right.

You know, Myrna and me,
hell, we go way back.

Yeah, way back.
Like way back behind a haystack.

There you go. Every cop should
have a sense of humour.

Hey, what's this
"touch of femininity" you need?

Oh, I haven't worked out
the details yet.

But we're going to need one of
these wigs, and someone to wear it.

And I'll tell you something, Spence.

Every time I want to give money away,
I think about my friends.

That's why I'm here to give
Myrna one hundred dollars.

One hundred?

- She ain't interested.
- Suit yourself.

It doesn't amount to more
than a little walk.

And you know how many permanents
Myrna has to give to make $200?

Yeah.

You said $100.

That's $100 down, and
$100 when the job's over, yeah.

Yeah, we got the money too.
Show 'em, Nick.

Where do I take
this little walk, huh?

It's not far from here.
In Mexico.

Mexico?

Now, don't worry. It's okay.
Nick's going to fly her down and back.

To Mexico? Bullshit to Mexico!

You ain't taking my little baby
down to Mexico. No, sir.

I wouldn't trust you
in another room with her.

Come on, hold it, Spencer.
I want to hear the rest of this.

Huh? Come on.

You see, there's
a young guy down there.

He's one of those
clean-cut, all-American types.

And he's sort of, er...
Locked up.

All Myrna has to do
is wear one of these wigs,

make herself up a little bit,
so she doesn't look like

the clean-cut young wife of
the future sheriff of our county.

Instead, she'll look like
a Mexican whore.

Whore.

- Whore? You son of a bitch!
- All right, forget it.

I thought living on a cop's pay
you could use an extra $300.

- Three hundred?
- Myrna, for you, 350.

Spence, maybe...

Like my husband says,
I'm not interested.

Nick:
Shit. That leaves me in a hole.

Oh, well, hell.
I mean, it's not that tough.

With the right make-up,
anybody can look like a whore.

Yeah.

I think you're right, Myrna.

Exactly what I'm thinking.

Oh, you gotta be kidding.

Nick...

Oh, now come on, Nick.
No, siree Bob Dixie.

I'm not going to dress up in all
that garbage there. I just... no, siree.

- You got the make-up?
- Yeah.

What cell is he in?

- Number 15.
- That's right.

Now when you talk to him,

tell him to use plenty of lipstick
and eye make-up.

And when he's coming out, he's
got to mix with those whores.

I'll be waiting here.

So what I do is, I give him
this wig and this dress,

and I come right back here?

That's right. But make sure
you take your make-up off.

- Get going.
- I wish this was you.

Hey, hawk,
you might even get to like it.

Hey, hawk,
don't forget to swing it.

Muy bien.

(Conversation in Spanish)

(Conversation in Spanish)

Hawk: Wagner? You Jay Wagner?

(Angry conversation in Spanish)

Hey, what the hell are you doing?
What are you doing?

Let him go!

Goddamn it, let him go!

Let him go!

(Groaning)

Henderson: Well, ma'am,
this is the way I figure it.

We dig a tunnel under the wall,
just about here.

Then, we dig another tunnel
at that point.

That way, if they locate one,

it'll never occur to 'em to
look for another.

- Then he's home free.
- I don't know.

It will be expensive, Ann.

But it's better than throwing away
money with those fly-by-nights.

Mr Henderson, you put an awful
lot of trouble into this.

And, for all we know, my husband
might be safe right now.

Ann, I keep on telling you.
We'll never see Colton again.

- You double-crossing sons of bitches.
- Where's Jay?

Shut up! I'm mad enough to bust
something and it might be you.

I got questions
and I expect answers.

You! How much do you stand to gain
if your husband stays in prison?

- You are out of line, mr Colton.
- Goddamn, out!

- You too, out.
- Now stop it, all of you!

- We're not leaving you with him.
- It's all right. Now, please. Please.

All right.
We'll be just outside the door.

The answer to your question
is nothing. I stand to gain nothing.

Now, for god's sake, will you please
tell me what happened down there?

They beat up my best friend
and my partner.

They were waiting for us.
Somebody told them. They knew.

- They always know.
- Goddamn right!

And I think you told them!

I think you got drunk and
shot your mouth off in some bar.

I never get that drunk!
And what the hell is this?

That is a scale plan of the prison.

Well you can just forget it,
because I'm going back there

and I'll show those bastards.
I'm getting him out.

Oh, no, you're not, mr Colton.

You've had your chance and you failed.

Do it your way!

You go ahead with their plan.

Whatever it is. What is it?

They dig a tunnel, I suppose.

Maybe two tunnels, in case
the first one is found out.

You know what's gonna happen?

They'll dig and they'll dig,
and they'll hit rock,

and then they'll hit water,
and then they'll hit rock,

and for two goddamn years
they'll be digging,

and your husband'll be in prison.

And he'll be sitting there
and rotting.

And I guess maybe that's
what you want.

(Sobbing)

No, I want him out.
But I don't know what to do.

You keep coming to me
with your sure-fire schemes.

And I keep hoping
and believing in you,

and paying,
and nothing seems to work.

(Ann sobbing)

Hell.

Hey, er... come on,
you don't have to cry like that.

I don't like to see anybody crying.

Come on.

You cut your hair. Look at that.

- It looks good.
- Great.

I'll tell you what.
I'm gonna take another whack at it.

- How much were they asking you for?
- $100,000.

One hundred thousand dollars!

(Whistles)

I'm going to do it for nothing.

Nothing!

That's nothing upfront.

I'll only ask for half as much
as they ask on delivery.

Fifty thousand dollars.

- You have another idea?
- Yeah.

What is it?

I don't know.
I ain't thought about it yet.

(Chuckling)

Nick: Tell you what. You can
forget about the preliminaries

because I already know
what makes it go up and down.

All right. And how do you intend
to pay for your lessons, mr Colton?

Gi bill.

I have a better idea.
I'll pay you for all the lessons now.

Aah! (Snaps fingers)

This is made out
for too much money.

But you can give me
the balance in cash.

I'm sorry,
we can't accept cheques.

- You can't?
- No.

We'll settle up later.
You can trust me, kid.

Cable: I'm also uneasy
about your grandson.

It's been some time
since his last attempt to escape.

Relax, mr cable.

Unlike yourself, some men
do eventually give up.

No, there's something going on.

Well, if there is,
his wife will tell me.

I can't count on that.

If he makes it to the states,
we can't touch him.

So you know my instructions
if he breaks out.

All too well, mr cable.
All too well.

Sosa: Maybe next time
you'll tell me your plan.

I don't have any more money on me.

You don't have to pay.

All I want from you
is to take me with you.

You promise?

- Give me that bottle.
- Good.

Hey.

I got a hell of a good idea.
Let's get drunk.

(Laughing)

(Man muttering in Spanish)

Stupid, just goddamn stupid.

You dressed that
big ape up to look like a whore!

- Who did you think you would fool?
- I'm so sorry, Jay.

This Colton fella
thinks it's a big joke.

No, he didn't think
it was a joke.

And that so-called "big ape" nearly lost
his life trying to get you out of here.

Well, they were paid, weren't they?

Anyway, it was Colton's idea.

And how come I never
get to meet him?

Jay...

I can't bring him here so that
everyone knows he's working for us.

Not any more, he's not.

You pay him off.
That's the end of it.

What happened to your hair?

I just cut it.

- Don't you like it?
- It's different.

You used to always check
with me before.

I see.

What do you see?

Jay...

Jay, you think I'm sleeping
with someone. But I'm not.

Well, I notice things.

What things?

Every time you come
to visit, you're a little, er...

Colder.

A little bit more
matter-of-fact.

- Matter-of-fact?
- Yeah.

And I want to know if you're still
as horny as you used to be.

This guy Colton. How is he?

- Does he give you a good hump?
- Oh, Jay!

- You're still my wife. Get these off.
- Oh, no, Jay.

Conjugal privileges.
You can be his whore,

- or my whore.
- No, Jay.

- You're my whore.
- No, no, Jay.

Oh no, Jay...

Shit!

Shit! Damn it!

- Take it, take it!
- You've got to understand this machine.

- Understand it, he!!! I'll break its neck.
- That's what I'm afraid of.

Hey, wait a minute.

Mr Colton, some people just can't chew
gum and tap dance at the same time.

I can.

Well, it was only your third lesson,
you know. Give it a little time.

All right, let's lay it
on the line, harve.

If I was to take lessons for two more
weeks, would I be as good as you?

No, sir. You'll never be as good
as I am with that thing.

That's all I wanted to know.

Goddamn it, the way you come
popping in here to borrow my wife.

- She ain't a lawn mower.
- Nick: You're right, Spence.

And I admit I was
out of line before.

I don't know where the hell
I got the guts

to ask your lady to pose
as a whore.

But, I swear to you,
this time it's nothing.

What do you want her to do?

- Oh, like he says, Spence...
- You let him tell it.

Hell, Spencer,
it's just down there and back.

You get to go to the lake every other
weekend, and I never get a day off.

Now this time she's right.
Fair is fair.

And Spence, you're going
to make a thousand dollars.

- A thousand dollars for doing nothing?
- Well, practically nothing.

- No.
- Spencer, I got a say in this too, you know.

Listen, you're the wife of a
law enforcement officer.

And you don't do nothin' illegal.

Illegal? Who says illegal?

I do. Because if it wasn't,
you'd tell me what she had to do.

Hell, I'll tell you. All she has
to do is get out of a car and yell.

Yell what?

She has to yell that she's been raped.

You get out of here.

Rape! Rape! Come on, Spencer.

A thousand bucks just for that.
Come on!

Hey, Spence, just think.
You can buy fishing gear,

make a part payment
on a new car,

maybe even a colour TV.

What guarantee do we have
that we'll ever see the money?

That

a cheque for five hundred dollars.

- Just don't cash it until we get back.
- Why not?

Well, that particular cheque
has sentimental value, you see.

Look at the date.
It's two months old.

It's the last cheque
my best friend ever wrote.

And I'd like to keep it
as long as I can.

But I'm going to let you hold it
until we get back.

Just to show my good faith.

Okay.

But if you lay one hand
on my Myrna,

I'm going to tear your head off
and shit in it.

Take it from me, harve.

Nothing ever happens in this world
until you're self-employed.

Like me and hawk.

Jesus, I can't believe his luck.
Falling into a chance like this.

You mean you want harve
to fly that ore out?

- What ore?
- Sure.

Sure. He's in a position to
borrow one of those big choppers.

And he's got ten thousand hours.

- Thirty-six hundred and fifty.
- Thirty-six hundred and fifty.

I'm going to lay it
on the line for you, harve.

There's a lot of money here.
A lot of money involved.

I'm offering you five percent.

What do you say?

I say "hot damn!"

I told you to come alone.

It was my fault, mr Colton.
I insisted.

Did you have to do that?

The hell with him. I don't trust him.
Did you bring 'em?

Yes.

The one on top is the most recent.

I don't think you're going to be
able to recognise him from those.

He's changed so much.

He's changed?

That's great.

Do this.

When you see him, tell him
I want him in that courtyard

at three o'clock in the afternoon.

- One week from today.
- But he's a very sick man.

He's in the hospital.
I don't know if he can do it.

He's got to be there.
One week from today.

Tell him to get better.

Three o'clock in the
afternoon in the courtyard.

Not five minutes before, not five
minutes after three.

Right on the nose.

We'll only be there for ten seconds.
And I leave with or without him.

To tell you the truth...

A part of me hopes it's
without him.

How are you going to do it?

Only me and hawk know that.

If I tell you and they're
waiting for us,

what am I going to think?

You don't trust me.

We're going to fly him out
by helicopter.

- But that's so dangerous.
- You're damn right it's dangerous.

Nick, I...

Don't worry.

All yours.

(Hissing)

(Buzzing)

I don't know, hawk.
It doesn't look right.

- There's something wrong.
- Well, you said blue.

Yeah, but according to this picture
the Attorney General's is royal blue.

- Oh hell, blue is blue.
- Harve: Hey!

Holy shit!

What the hell are you doing?
Who told you you could do that?

Do what?

Do what? That!

What the hell is the boss
going to say about that?!

Probably say thanks.
We ain't gonna charge him.

Hell, we won't even
charge him for the paint.

Looks better, huh?

(Hissing)

I'll tell you something,
there better be a big score in this.

Nick: You wait, buddy. You wait!

Please, I'd like a few moments
with my husband alone.

Oh, sosa's my friend.
He's my good friend.

I know he is, darling.
He's not going away.

Please.

Naturalmente, senora.

I will be close by, amigo.

Jay.

Jay, listen to me.

Friday afternoon at three o'clock,
Colton's going to get you out of here.

Do you understand?

- Three o'clock.
- That's right, darling.

Which day?

- Jay-Jay, which day?
- Friday.

That's right. Friday afternoon.
In the courtyard.

You'll only have ten seconds.

You must be there at three o'clock.

- And there's...
- (Groaning)

There's one other thing, Jay.
Colton's never seen you.

- Jay... Jay, you must...
- You have to leave.

I need a few more minutes
with my husband.

Okay, okay, but come.

I have a right to speak
with my husband!

(Engine revving up)

By tomorrow night you'll
be a real wife.

Yes, you will.

You be here.

(Brakes screeching)

See you tomorrow.

Border guard:
Good afternoon, senor, senor/ta.

- Here you are.
- Hi.

And what is the purpose of
your visit into Mexico?

Not in front of the lady, huh?

We're just typical tourists
down here for the weekend.

- Guard: Welcome to Mexico.
- Myrna: Oh, yeah. Si, si.

- Nick: Hey, just like old times, Myrna?
- Myrna: Yeah, like old times, baby.

I mean, Spencer has
a lot of good qualities.

I'm not knocking him.

But you men...
Who are you calling?

- Just trying to get a weather fix.
- Oh.

You're married to a cop

and you can't even Jay-walk
without worrying, you know?

Could you undo me?

The guilt I feel right now,
you wouldn't believe.

- Goddamn!
- What? What's the matter?

Chance of high winds tomorrow.

I know. And it might even
get stormy tonight.

That's all I need, high winds.

- Nick?
- What?

You know, I've been
worried about tomorrow.

I mean, I have to be convincing,
and I've never been raped.

- We should all be so lucky.
- How does that joke go?

Er... the guy says,
"so help me, I'll rape you."

And the girl says,
"so rape me, I'll help you."

So, rape me. I'll help you.

Oh, Myrna.

Is that all you got
on your mind?

Me? Listen, you never had
anything else on your mind but that

ever since you got kicked out
of kindergarten.

Well, I got something else
on my mind now.

I know we can lift that
damn chopper off the ground,

but I don't know whether
we can set it down or not.

- Tell her, not me.
- Who?

Miss beautiful people.

- I see the way you look at her.
- You're crazy.

I never thought I'd see you stick
your neck out for a broad.

- Myrna, I'm in this for the money.
- You're doing it for her.

What the hell difference does it make?
It's my neck!

Oh yeah? Well, you just remember that
when you fall on your ass tomorrow,

and spend the next five years
in some beanerjail.

Oh, thanks. You sure know
how to make a guy feel good.

Well, how do you think I feel?

I mean, what'd you bring me all the
way down here for?

I thought we
were going to have some fun.

Now if we did it,
you'd be thinking of her

and I'd be thinking of Spencer.

Spencer and her would make
a lousy couple.

Oh, go on, get out of here.

Save your strength.
You're going to need it for tomorrow.

Rape. I should be so lucky.

Come on, pile in.

- Myrna: Have you levelled with him yet?
- Nick: No time like right now.

- Myrna: What if he says no?
- Nick: How could he say no?

Hawk: Who could say no to Nick?

- Harvey.
- Hi, Nick.

- What did you do with the beer?
- It's down here.

You know, these things are funny.
They either fly or they don't.

Nick: Harvey, there's been
a little change of plan.

Harve: All right.

Nick: Instead of lifting ore off a mountain,
we're going to lift a guy out of prison.

You son of a bitch.

Just hear me out.

This is one guy
who shouldn't be there.

He was framed, and you can
take my word for it.

All you have to do is look at it
like it was a mission of mercy.

And you can do it with
your eyes shut, harve.

What happens if we get caught?

Well, no way. If it was dangerous,
would I be going with you?

You're not listening.
I'm not going to do it.

I never figured you'd turn chicken.

Chicken? Chicken doesn't have
anything to do with this.

I'm something that you never figured,

with all your angles
and all your bullshit.

I'm in love.

You're what?

I'm in love, and I'm
getting married in three weeks.

Hey, harve. That's okay.

Hell, I'll help you.
I'm gonna give you part of my share.

- Hawk will give you part of his.
- What are you talking about?

Hey, hawk, it's a wedding present.

No, you're not listening.
I said I'm in love,

and I'm getting married.

And there's nothing,
I mean nothing in the world,

that's going to keep me away
from that ceremony.

Not you and your bullshit.
Not some guy in prison.

Or all the goddamn money
in the world. Nothing!

I think he means it.

Well, we'll just blow
the whole thing up.

- Like hell we will. I'll do it.
- Hell, Nick, you can't fly that thing.

Who says so? I took lessons.

Well, you can fly rings around me,
Nick, but not in a chopper.

Goddamn it, hawk, shut up!

Just shut up.
Now, those pepper-bellies

have been sticking it to us
since we started this thing.

It's my turn now. This is my show.
I do it on my own.

Gque lo que pasa aqui?

So, a miraculous recovery.

(Speaking Spanish)

I just wanted to go outside
and get some fresh air.

Either you stay in bed,
or I'll send you to solitary.

Foryourheahh.

Sosa, sigueme.

Esta' bien, mi jefe.

(Helicopter whirring)

Ready.

Hawk and Myrna ought to be
getting there about now.

(Squealing tyres)

Take it easy. Don't over-control.

Good luck.

Shit!

Are you sure you know nothing?

Nothing.

He talks. I don't understand.

- What about when his wife visits him?
- They whisper. I could not hear.

Somebody heard Wagner said,
"Friday afternoon."

Friday afternoon? Today?

Sosa: Gjefe? Gjefecito?

Yes?

How long do I have to sit here?

(Speaking Spanish)

Until Friday's over.

(Ticking clock)

(Chattering)

(Speaking Spanish)

(Helicopter audible)

(Shouting in Spanish)

One thousand and one.

One thousand and two.
One thousand and three.

- Rape! Hey, you guys! Rape!
- One, Mississippi. Two, Mississippi.

- Rape! Hey, you guys!
- Three, Mississippi.

Four, Mississippi.

- Rape!
- Five, Mississippi.

- Rape!
- Six, Mississippi.

One thousand and six.
One thousand and seven.

- Ten, Mississippi.
- Hey, rape!

Help! Help!

- Let's go.
- Help!

Help! Rape! Rape!

One thousand and ten.

Goddamn it, Wagner,
where are you?

Get back! Get back!
Get the hell back!

Get away! Get away!

You're going to get hurt!
Get back!

Get away!

Now, you get back!

Get back! Get back!

Now, you get back!

Get away! Get away!

Get away!

- Jay Wagner?
- Colton?

Let's go!

(Gunshot)

(Screaming)

(Birdsong)

(Helicopter audible)

Goddamn, man!

Harve:
Easy. Easy. You got it made.

Easy.

Holy shit! Easy!

Easy! You got it made!

Come on, you fool!

Easy, easy!

- I can't believe it. You made it.
- Goddamn right, harve.

Come on, Wagner. Let's go!

I can't believe it's still
in one piece.

Yeah. If you want to keep it
that way, you'd better take off.

There's a suitcase
full of clothes here.

(Engine starting)

Here they come.

Move your ass, hawk. Come on!
Son of a bitch!

(Screaming)

(Gunshots)

(Yelling)

Hawk: Nick, the Jeep!

(Gunshot)

Just like old times, huh?

- Everybody comfortable?
- Yeah.

How fast can we go?

We're doing it now.
Ninety miles an hour.

Dispatch er:
Brownsville tower to Piper 87 hotel.

Brownsville tower to Piper 87 hotel.
Over.

Go ahead. This is 87 hotel.
87 hotel.

Dispatcher: You are requested
to land at brownsville

to clear customs
and immigration. Over.

Yeah, yeah. Okay, okay.

Goddamn!

What's that all about?

It's us customs ground control.

They want me
to set down in brownsville.

Well, you're not going to
obey them, are you?

You're goddamn right I am.

They're not looking for you, Wagner.

They think I got a hot plane here,
full of shit.

They'll break their asses looking
and they'll come up clean,

and we'll be home
clear and free.

I'm driving to brownsville.

Ann, please no.
He said to wait here.

You wait here.
There's something gone wrong.

(Car engine starting)

(Car engine starting)

Hi!

- Well, what do you say, Colton?
- What do you say, smitty?

What are you bringing in
this time? Wetbacks?

Hey, come on, smitty.

My friends look like wetbacks?

Smitty: Uh-huh.

Bring your papers,
and come with me.

(Chattering)

A little off your usual route,
aren't you, Colton?

Official: Mexico?

- What's the purpose of the flight?
- Official: Can you speak a little louder?

Pleasure, smitty. Pleasure.

Pleasure? In matamoros?

Well, you have to take it where
you can get it, you know?

Just a minute.
Call from Mexico, Harry.

- You want to take it?
- No, you handle it.

Good evening.

- Oh, are you the customs man?
- No. Immigration.

Do you have mr Jay Wagner here?

Mr Wagner?

Would you come with me,
please, sir?

- What do you want with him?
- Oh, just routine. Nothing special.

Easy does it.

There we are.

Well, I think maybe
you'd better wait a minute.

It's government business, sir.
We won't be a minute.

Official: A plane from Mexico?

- Would you speak a little louder?
- Wait here.

Nick:
Smitty, one of the passengers is sick.

(Knocking)

He's really sick, smitty.

- You were saying about a sick man?
- What?

- You mentioned a sick man.
- Oh yeah, in the plane.

There's a guy sick in the plane.

Well, bring him in. We'll take a
look at him. I'll keep these.

(Child crying)

- I think I know you from somewhere.
- Really?

I don't think so.

No, I remember.

- Just get in the car, please.
- I remember.

Some guy from immigration
just came after Wagner.

- Where?
- Over there.

Hey!

Jay Wagner!

(Siren)

- I already got one of those.
- I know. But this is a good one.

Thank you for my husband.

Nice to have met you, Colton.

Myrna: Well?
Aren't we going to celebrate?

How much we got?

Fifty...

Fifty thousand and thirty-eight dollars,
and fifty-three cents.

I'll buy you a beer.

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