The Hitch-Hiker Page #2

Sam Hayes reporting.

Hitch-hike murderer, Emmet Myers,

is still at large. Yesterday,

the devil thumbed another ride

and William Johnson of Portland asked

him to hop in. Now, he is dead. In

an all-out effort to apprehend Myers,

'the police have set up roadblocks

on all major highways, and all border

stations are being closely watched.

'Myers is slight, 28 years old,

is wearing a dark shirt, grey

trousers and a black leather jacket.

'His right eyelid

is partially paralysed. If you have

any information on his whereabouts,

'please contact your

nearest office of the police or

the Federal Bureau of Investigation.'

Pull up.

Keys.

Out.

Move.

Each of you take one.

Get around the car.

We'll camp here tonight.

I know what you're thinking,

Collins.

You haven't got a chance.

You guys are gonna die, that's all.

It's just a question of when.

Santa Rosalia,

that's the end of the line.

If the cops find out we're together

or if you try to cross me up. . .

You know, you make pretty good

targets from where I sit.

Anyway, you couldn't tell

if I was awake or asleep.

I've one bum eye.

It won't stay closed.

Pretty good, huh?

We're getting out here and buy

some grub. We get out like usual.

You guys go in the store ahead of

me. No Mexican. I'm talking to you.

When he tells you how much, you pay.

Is that clear?

One other thing. I'll have my hand

in my pocket. So far, my record in

Mexico's clean. Let's keep it clean.

Let's go.

Buenos dias, senores.

Buenos dias, senores. Provisiones?

. .in Tijuana. What did he say

about Tijuana? He said their prices

are about the same as in Tijuana.

Never mind the kid.

What do you want?

Some beans and stuff. And tomato

soup. I like that. Get four cans.

He wants four cans of beans and

tomato soup, three cans of chilli.

It's no use. He doesn't understand

English. You're not talking Mexican.

Take the cans. Give them to Collins.

I can take some more.

Go on, load it up.

That'll hold us. Pay him.

Quince pesos, diez centavos, senor.

Deme una manzana. Deme una manzana.

Deme una manzana.

Get her away from me.

Put the kid down. Let's get outta

here. Come on, Collins.

Muchas gracias.

Vaya usted con Dios.

What did you say? You wouldn't

understand. What did you say?

I said,

"Go you with God, little one."

Get in.

Hey, mister.

You live in El Centro. I live there

some time. Nice place, huh?

Where'd you get the watch, Bowen?

My wife gave it to me.

Throw it over here.

Didn't you hear me?

I told you to throw it over here.

I had a watch like this once,

when I was 17.

Nobody gave it to me.

I took it.

I knocked off a broken-down

jewellery store outside of Tulsa.

It was a cinch.

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