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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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