Border Incident Page #4

No, no, Im not a bracero.

But I have my reasons and the money.

Police, open up.

Close the door.

Hey, please, please, seor,

don't let them get me.

I told you, the police all over Mexico

are looking for me.

If they find me, it means the islands,

the Tres Maras.

Take him out.

And take those braceros out too.

- Come on.

- Hurry up.

Get going.

- Stop your hammering.

- Open up.

- Open up.

- The chain is stuck.

Stand back.

- Was it necessary to ruin my door?

- In the interest of justice.

Sorry to have disturbed you, Seor Ulrich.

There was a report that an escaped criminal

was hiding out in your place.

- Nobody in here, Seor Teniente.

- See, what did I tell you?

What's the matter, old man?

What's the matter?

Stop the truck.

Stop. Hey, stop the truck.

- Stop the truck!

- Stop the truck!

- What's going on back here?

- This old man is very sick.

Church.

Church.

- What are you doing?

- We ain't freighting corpses.

Its wrong to leave him

in the desert like that.

Do you wanna stay

and keep him company?

Jim's on the job.

- Hiya, Jim.

- Say, Border Patrol's changed its timing.

One of them just went through.

They're running 20 minutes apart.

Okay, Ive got 20 to 30 minutes.

I could be in New York by that time.

All right, you tooting maverick,

get going.

Okay, everybody out.

Get in the trailer.

The boss said 12.

We started at 12.

The old guy kicked off.

- These guys give you any trouble?

- No, bunch of sheep.

Just the old guy's time, that's all.

Three hundred and thirty,

30 bucks a head, right?

Tell them, they wanna come back,

to get in touch with us.

Sure, sure, sure. Ill tell them.

You get your cut, I pay you off...

...then you get a nice take when these guys

go home loaded with dough.

- I think Id like a cut on that end too.

- That's the toughest end.

- You think you can take it?

- Why not?

You don't wanna get mixed up

in any brawls.

You're strictly the brainy type,

eh, Zopilote?

Hi.

Boss says to keep going,

not to stop here.

- What's eating him, Chuck?

- No immigration permits for these guys.

- Baldy fell through.

- Oh, yeah? Baldy never done that before.

So Parkson don't want these guys around.

He said take them north.

He's forgetting the Border Patrol check

at Indio, ain't he?

- You know the back roads.

- So does the Border Patrol.

Look, Jeff, he don't want

these wets on his land.

- He said...

- Oh, fine, fine.

Ill just take them up

to the Salton Sea and drown them.

- All right.

- Who does he think he is?

What's that you said?

Take that light off my face.

Kind of risky...

...trying to get by

the Border Patrol at Indio.

Yeah.

Maybe you've got something there, Jeff.

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