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and Bowen are with him. He seems to

be heading south, avoiding highways.

Exactly. To the west,

this is more or less barren

and would afford no means of escape.

His most logical move

would be Santa Rosalia.

Then Guaymas.

Make sure that fire's out.

Pour the coffee on it.

Get down!

I've gotta get a closer look

at that car. On your feet.

Through there. At the other end,

lie flat. Get going!

Get a move on! Are you trying

to wreck it? Drive like I tell you.

Out!

What did I tell you? Shut up!

Get that spare tyre out. Move!

Keep working. Keep your traps shut,

no matter what. I'll be watching.

Buenos dias, senores.

Son Americanos? Do you need any help?

The search for Gilbert Bowen and Roy

Collins, believed to have been last

seen with Emmet Myers, mass killer,

'is being stepped up. Helicopters

are scouring the area from El Centro

south to the Gulf of California.

'Planes are maintaining

close liaison with the ground,

reporting isolated cars and campers.

'The Mexican police have now joined

this strange race against death.'

Hold it right there.

Around.

Break the lock.

OK, one of you on the pump.

"Maudie and Gilbert Bowen."

Si, si, pronto.

Now, as you will notice,

when interrogated at the road block,

the man and his wife were definite

that they only saw two men.

There is a point, however,

which we feel is of importance.

The couple said the behaviour

of the men seemed strange.

They refused to talk to them.

It's possible that Myers my have been

concealed nearby, covering them.

We'll consider that possibility.

Now, on the assumption that Myers

is listening to the radio,

we're issuing these broadcasts,

containing false information as to

his whereabouts and not connecting

the two men with him.

This ought to be the main highway.

It isn't. What do you mean?

Looks like an abandoned airstrip.

It's OK for tonight. Go over there.

No, you're wrong! It's no use

trying to talk me out of it. Tonight

I'm gonna chance it. You're mad!

I've played it your way long enough.

We've got to stick together.

You do whatever you want. . .

Across the runway, there's trees.

Keep going.

You guys are really dumb.

Why, you dirty. . .

You thought I was asleep, huh?

You're beginning to get ideas. . .

I don't like that.

Load him in the car.

Your buddy's all washed up

for tonight.

Over there.

Move!

You, Collins,

throw a rock down that shaft.

Nice and deep.

This is fine. Cut it out! If you're

gonna kill us, do it. I thought

you never killed without a reason.

Go get the rest of the canned goods

out of the car.

We'll have a real good meal.

Save 'em for the next guy

that picks you up.

Anything you say.

'We interrupt this hour of music

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