Torrid Zone Page #3

that guy Anderson's an awful jerk.

He can't even run his own life,

let alone the plantation.

- You take Nick Butler...

- Don't mention that conniving tramp.

- Nick's the...

- He's through with the company.

He's on the Arturo, bound for the States

with my dough. I hope he goes to hell.

- Didn't you grade this fruit at all?

- We were lucky to get it on the train.

From its condition,

it'll ripen before it gets to New Orleans.

- Why wasn't it picked a week ago? Lopez!

- Don't ask me. I'm just the hired help.

If the rest of the cars are like this,

half will be rejected. Lopez!

- Seor?

- This fruit hasn't been graded at all.

- Check it carefully.

- Radiogram, Mr. Case.

Yeah? If this is a collect from Nick Butler,

it's gonna come out of your salary.

Someone else signed for it.

"Expect you at the dock, sweetheart,

to kiss me goodbye.

Don't bring a present.

Your lovely face will be enough.

I need a good laugh. Love, Nick Butler."

- I'll give that hooligan a present.

- Nick's silly, going back to the States.

I hear it's so tough, you gotta support

yourself and the government on one income.

Mr. Case. Mr. Case.

- Everything go off all right?

- There is something I have to report.

Yeah, I know.

Don't give me the gory details.

I'm a sensitive man.

You shot him and that's that.

That guy cost us plenty of dough

in his day.

Mr. Case, we did not shoot Rosario.

You didn't shoot him? Why not?

Because he escaped.

Well, that's a good reason.

Whoever made you chief of police?

Can't handle a job like shooting a man?

Mr. Case, we were overwhelmed.

Rosario's men stormed the jail yard.

Eighteen, maybe 20 of them.

What could we do, Mr. Case?

But don't worry. I have clues.

I shall capture him again easily

within several months.

You...

Why don't you wait

till he dies of old age?

Don't tell me that Donley

had her mob there and rescued her too.

She's safe under key and lock.

She better be, and she's out of town

on that boat or you'll be on the next.

Mr. Case, I must remind you

that I was elected by the people.

Yes, and they're finally wise to you.

Bet those brass buttons, the next time

they go to the polls, they'll throw you out.

Mr. Case, I do not believe in a third term.

Oh, Mr. Case, that hurricane turned

in and hit north. It won't bother us.

First good news I've heard today.

Get me Anderson.

Why can't I take it easy and have a life?

Why do I have to work like this?

Your salary might have something

to do with it.

Mr. Anderson on the phone.

Hello, Anderson.

What were those things

you sent up on the train?

Those weren't bananas, by any chance,

were they?

If you don't know we can't ship that

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