Synopsis: After his daughter's birth, Roberto leaves his town in Michoacan to make money in the United States. He's "an illegal," crossing into California and taking work wherever he can: picking strawberries, grapes, lettuce, and cucumbers. He hitchhikes, rides freight trains, and depends on the kindness of strangers. Near Stockton, things look up when a sympathetic waitress gives him a place to live, and he gets a better job at a crop-dusting company. But immigration raids are a constant possibility that can end stability. Can Roberto hold onto his equilibrium in this foreign land where hard work is not enough?
Genre: Adventure, Drama
Director(s): Robert M. Young
Production: Criterion Collection
  4 wins.
Rotten Tomatoes:
110 min

Come on, India!

Come on!

Roberto, get back to the house!


Get back to the house!

- I'm on my way.



Honey, where are you?

What's going on?

She's waking up.

Sit down.

Guess might as well.

Did you work hard?

Same as always.

Hey, why are you always crying?

Come to your daddy.

Come to your papa.

Now you'll stop crying.


Hush now.


You take her.

She doesn't love her daddy.

She doesn't love her daddy.

Talk to me.

You okay now?

Slow down, Indio.

- She's hungry.

- There you go.

Just look at her.

Little crybaby.

She's hungry.

Mommy doesn't feed you.

Shall put this on her?

Don't suck so hard.


So you don't get cold.

Go on, have all you want.

Didn't you feed her earlier?

Sure, but she's always hungry.

Now she's done.

Come here.

Go with Daddy now.

I'm thinking of crossing the border

and going north.

What do you think?

It's hard to earn much here.

They're laying people off.

If go, I'll stay a year.

We can't make ends meet here.

She'll have to go to school.

She'll need clothes and all that.

I'd rather you didn't go,

but guess...

whatever you want.

In six months I'll make enough

to come back home.

That should be enough.

Then we won't have

to eat so many potatoes.

That'd be a nice change.

Dear Virgin of Guadalupe,

who appeared here below,

ease, dearest Mother,

all my sorrow and woe.

You're going off

just like your father Alberto did.

And he never came back.

Don't go, son. Please.

Don't worry, Mama.

I'll make lots of money in the U..

Give me a little smile.

You can do better than that.

That woman!

Come on!

I'm a poor little deer

who lives in the hills

I'm not very tame,

so don'! come down in daylight

come down at night

Straight into your arms, my love

climbed the highest hill

to look out over the plains

Hawks don't rule

where eagles soar

Neither does la migra

with its chickenshit airplanes

Stand up and proceed downhill.

There are officers

waiting at the bottom.

Come out and walk toward them.

Don't run!

Stand up and don'! run.

We can see you.

Officers are waiting below.

We see you

down there in the bushes.

Don't run.


What's goin' on?

Who is this guy?

- I'm just passing through.

- thought you were Immigration.

- Are the tortillas ready?

- In a minute.

- And coffee?

- You want coffee now?

Of course.

Look what turned up

out of the blue.

Scared the heck out of us.

We thought he was Immigration.

- How about a tortilla?

- Sure.

Here are the beans. Dig in.

Help yourself.

He's one of us.

There's a few of us.

We just sleep in different places

so if Immigration comes,

they won't catch us all at once.

Bring it closer.

Don't be embarrassed.

We're all friends here.

Dig in, guys.

We gotta get going.

You think there's a chance

could get work here?

Sure, someone will hire you.

Just don't ask questions.

Tell the boss

you're just here to work.

Don't ask questions.

That's all.

So you want to work here?

- Hey, the beans will burn.

- No, they won't.

- Take 'em off now.

- They're good, huh?

- Where are you from?

- Michoacan.

- Lots of michoacanos here.

- What about you guys?

I'm from Guanajuato.

- What about you?

- Guadalajara.

And you?


We're from all over the place.

Puebla. Everywhere.

All over the place.

When did you cross the border?


Where's the sugar?

What kind of work

is there around here?

Picking tomatoes.

Want a chile?

- Sure.

Seems a little rotten.

Watch out for Immigration

as you come out.

They're around a lot now.

Yeah, you'll get work.

Just stick with us.

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