Border Incident Page #5

Put them in the bunkhouse

until we find out what happened with Baldy.

Get some work out of them.

Mix them with my legal workers.

At night, see that they stay

in the bunkhouse.

I don't want them wandering around

or going into town.

We'll get rid of them.

We'll get rid of them

as soon as I get the papers on them.

Okay, Parky, whatever you say.

After you get them in the field

in the morning...

...go into town

and check on Baldy.

You're never slow

sticking my neck out, are you?

Go check on Baldy.

All right, you guys, on your feet.

Let's go.

Come on. Get your shoes on.

Come on. Let's get to work.

What happens now, seor?

- You came here to work, didn't you?

- You're not here for a rest. Come on.

Get going.

- Seor Major-domo, we will be paid?

- Yeah, you'll be paid.

- How much the hour, seor?

- Twenty-five cents, paisano.

In Mexico, seor,

they told us 75 cents.

Listen, monkey.

You come here like a crook, break our laws,

and expect to be treated like us?

Get out! All right, get a move on.

Outside. Come on.

Come on, let's go. Everybody.

Well, that's where I lost him.

He was with a dozen braceros,

and they all disappeared.

Probably all over on this side by now.

La Perla de Oro.

That's the jumping-off point, eh?

Right. Runners pick them up, take them to

the tortilla shop, then to the Perla de Oro.

After that, I don't know.

Your Mexican sidekick, Pablo,

is probably finding that out right now.

Probably. I think it's about time

we put in the second half of the plan.

Yeah, it is. There's a fella named

Baldy we've been watching.

He handles illegal immigration permits.

We know his source,

but not who he passes them on to.

We've got his hands tied all right, though.

We've got a stakeout in his store.

You know, someplace, somebody,

maybe a lot of somebodies...

...are gonna need illegal crossing cards.

And who do you think's

gonna have them?

Who, he wants to know.

It couldn't be me.

Oh, yes. It was your idea.

Id better have a good excuse

for having these.

You have.

Driver's license.

My name is Jack Bryant.

And several hundred G-men

are looking for me...

...for stealing 425 immigration permits

in New Orleans.

- Where are the rest?

- Waiting for you in Kansas City, Missouri.

- How do I get them?

- Just wire Roy, box 1510.

Tell him to send your manuscripts.

The permits are all numbered.

Wherever they show up, we've got a case.

Roy, box 1510, Kansas City, Missouri.

- Is that right?

- That's right.

Okay, well, don't you fellas worry

about me too much, and Ill be seeing you.

- Good luck, Bryant.

- Bryant?

The name is Pigeon.

Clay Pigeon.

- So long, Bryant.

- So long. Ill see you later.

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