Rope of Sand

This part of the

desert of South Africa where

only a parched camel Thorn

tree relieves the endless

parallels of time, space, and

sky surrounds like a rope of

sand, the richest diamond

bearing area in the world.

An uneasy land where men

inflamed by monotony and the

heat sometimes forget the

rules of civilization.

West area patrol, Thompson

speaking.

Give me Vogel, please.

Come on in, Vogel.

We've just take it, 40

minutes and all.

We're searching him

now for diamonds.

40 minutes, huh?

Quite a record.

My congratulations.

And put yourself on the report

when you return.

You'll be fined a week's

pay for allow a man

in the area at all.

Thompson, one of the axioms

of my department is this.

It is impossible for any man to

enter the prohibited area,

even for 40 minutes.

My job is to see that

no diamonds are

removed from the area.

I'm not playing games.

What is it?

From the hererra chief, sir.

Report a number of their

men want to sign

of our labor contract.

That's not in his job.

Mr. Martingale's got back

from cape town, sir.

How many?

About 100.

They understand the regulations?

They sign up for a year.

No drinking.

What?

Once a month.

Take them to corince.

Yes, sir.

Yes, what is it?

Exit permit for your

signature sir.

Pierson, separator foreman,

arm injury.

No fluoroscope check.

You know better than that.

The X-ray's broken down, sir.

Well, repair it.

Fly someone in if necessary.

I have an ok from doc Hunter.

These guys did it up.

And very neatly, too.

Take him down the hall and

explain to him the physical

dangers of hiding a diamond

in an open wound.

Incidentally, pierson.

Doctor Hunter's bandages

are never neat.

They have a certain alcoholic

sloppiness about them.

Come on, then.

What is this?

C'mon!

Get that batch wheeling.

Get 'em over there!

Get off your batches.

How soon can you

get my gear off?

Look, Mr. Davis, if you think

all I gotta do is lug through

1,000 tons of cargo and...

how soon can you

get my gear off?

Yes, sir.

Fasten your cargo.

C'mon, get it down!

Hey, send up that passenger

cargo next!

Hey, boy.

Hey, you.

Go on dock.

Take care of passenger's gear.

You understand/ now, go dock.

Take care gentleman's gear.

Understand?

Why did they get a stupid

herrera who

can't understand English.

I guess his mother didn't

bring him up right.

Hold that winch.

Davis, I warned you not

to come back here.

I thought you'd be gone, Vogel,

promoted to a little

diamond stud all your own.

I was waiting for you.

And your blue jacket, the

one with my blood stains.

Is that waiting, too?

Don't lose your temper in

the heat, commandant.

It's bad for the blood pressure.

What you want here?

That's my business.

C'mon, let's get this

stuff out of here.

His leg.

A regrettable accident.

Sorry your equipment is

owing, Mr. Davies.

Don't lose your temper

in this heat, Davies.

It's bad for the blood pressure.

Vogel, I came back telling

myself I'd forgotten what this

place did to me.

But all I wanted was

my license back.

I cam back here telling myself

that what happened before was

a regrettable accident.

I'm back, Vogel.

Now I know what I want.

Thank to you, the hunter

and the guide is gone.

I'm back to get something

I've already paid for.

The price has doubled.

So long, pig.

My blue jacket, Davis,

I saved it.

And all I want is an

excuse to use it.

Hey.

Thank you.

I thought you didn't

speak English.

I don't speak English

much to many people.

I see your point.

I may be able to use a boy that

don't speak English much.

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