Borderline (1980) - full transcript

Jeb Maynard is a patrolman guarding the U.S.-Mexican border, whose partner and buddy Scooter has just been murdered. Maynard knows that a smuggler of illegal aliens is responsible for Scooter's death, but the feds insist that drug dealers committed the crime. If this villainous smuggler is going to be caught, Maynard is going to have to do the dirty work himself.

[anxious violin music]

[anxious violin music]

- [Border Guide] Andale, Andale!

[speaking Spanish]

Andale!

Andale!

- [Border Guard] You, follow me.

- Hey Ski, where'd you

put down they came in?

- E-six, what time did you put?

- Four p.m. sound right?

- Yeah, it's good enough

for government work.

- Vamanos.

- [Border Guard] Yes ma'am,

yes ma'am.

- Join the party Jeb,

grab a Guatemalan

or maybe you'd rather

have an El Salvadorian.

There's plenty to go around.

- You catch 'em, you clean 'em.

Willie, what do you got?

- Two groups, the guides

split with their money

and left these poor

bastards rambling around

in the brush for two

days with no food.

- [Jeb] You think they're part

of that Sand Canyon bunch?

- [Willie] No way Jeb,

they're too sloppy.

[speaking Spanish]

- [Border Guard] Occupation?

- Hey pal, where can I

find the senior officer?

- That's me, who are you?

- Fante sir, Jimmy Fante.

I've been sent out here

on detail from New York.

- Oh hey, you're a day late.

- I kept gettin' lost.

- Ah well, where are the others?

- Others, sir?

- They didn't send

anybody else with you?

- Not as far as I know, sir.

- Oh Jesus.

I asked for a dozen extra

hands and they send one.

I guess they feel one

grunt from New York

is worth 12 men, that

right Fonte?

- I kinda doubt that, sir.

- No more sir, just

call me Jeb okay?

- Right, Jeb.

- Let me see now.

Hey, where are you taking him?

- Holding pen, this

one's a pujero.

- [Border Guide] Lemme

get your name.

- What's a pujero?

- He's a guide.

Son of a bitch, preys on

these other poor people.

Hey Willie,

Willie.

This is Jimmy Fante?

- Fante.

- Willie, show him around,

fill him in.

- Come on, this way.

My name's Willie Lambert.

Gimme that, put it over here.

All right now then, you

look at this map.

You see this here is our sector.

That's about 1200 square

miles, maybe 1,000 canyons.

Now 10 years ago we

were lucky if we

caught 100 aliens a

month but right now

we're in the middle of a

damned invasion.

They're running right over us.

Last summer this little

pulled in over 3,000 a month

and for every one we caught,

three of 'em slipped past us.

[speaking Spanish]

How's your Spanish?

- Impeccable.

- Impeccable, we could use a

lot of impeccable around here.

- Wait, maybe impeccable

was too strong a word.

- Whatever it is, you

just sit down here

next to Mr. Monroe and

practice your Spanish.

Charlie Monroe, this

is Jimmy Fante.

Okay, let me find you

somebody here, let's see.

You sir.

Por favor.

- Como se llama?

- Miguel Fernando Jesus Gomez.

[speaking Spanish]

- Momento.

Como se llama?

- Miguel Fernando Jesus Gomez.

- This funny?

[laughs]

- Go ahead.

- [Border Guide] Rodriguez,

Roberto.

Gonzales, Ernesto.

Arsante, Victor.

Gonzales, Jose.

[speaking Spanish]

- I hope it doesn't rain.

- It might rain.

- What's the matter with you?

Your ass is really dragging,

you look down Scooter.

- Oh, just a little tired of it.

Chase these Mexicans all

over these goddamn hills,

you catch 'em one day and

they're back the next.

There's this young kid in there,

I've caught him four

times this month myself.

- Just look at it this way,

if they didn't keep running,

you'd be out of a job.

What's happening, kid?

- I don't know.

Is it always like this?

I just processed an old man

who sold his tailor shop

and gave up his life

savings to come here.

Now he's got nothing,

his whole life

went down the drain and

I watched it.

- [Willie] You're gonna

hear a lot of sad stories,

so don't let it get to you.

What's coming down, Chief?

- We're supposed to

assist Chula tonight,

work old La Mesa.

- With all the men they got up

there, they want assistance?

There ain't but four

of us on duty

tonight to cover this

whole sector.

- I know but the orders

just came down, there's

a bunch comin' through and we

have to give 'em some help.

Me, Willie and the kid,

we'll take La Mesa.

You can work sensor traffic.

If you get a chance,

drop down around Tecate.

Have a look around down there,

will you?

- Sleep tight, America.

Your tax dollars are

hard at work.

[anxious trumpet music]

[speaking Spanish]

- I'll give you a little

field training.

You know what a sensor is?

- No.

- Well I'll show you.

[anxious trumpet, violin music]

This is a seismic sensor,

you step on it,

anywhere near it, it

sends a signal to La Migra

telling them exactly

where you are.

By the time you hit the road,

they're waiting for you

with a Greyhound bus

to take you back home.

- How'd you know that was there?

- One of my guides got busted

coming through here last week.

You see how those

trails criss-cross?

That's where I'd plant it

if I was them.

- You're pretty smart

for a white guy.

- Uncle Sam spent a lot of bread

in 'Nam teaching me how to be.

Okay, we split up here.

You take your group

up that trail,

horse trail then we'll

meet you on the road.

[speaking Spanish]

[helicopter whirring]

[yelling in Spanish]

- [Border Pilot] I spotted 'em,

they're taking off down

towards that sandbar.

- [Willie] Push 'em down

towards the sandbar, drive 'em!

- [Border Pilot] I got

some in the bushes for you.

Andale hombres, okay boys,

party's over.

[yelling in Spanish]

- Andale!

[speaking Spanish]

Pronto!

You been waiting long?

- No I just got here, wait.

Why don't you ride up in

front with me?

It smells like a cattle

truck back here.

- Gringo, with you at

this time of night,

that'd be like waiting

a red flat at La Migra.

Son.

- No, [speaking Spanish] no.

- You speak English, you

understand me?

- Yes sir, yes.

- Good boy.

He's your son, ever had

a son before Mirandez?

- [Mirandez] For all I know,

I am father to 30 little

bastards in Tijuana.

[speaking Spanish]

- Vito, Vito Morales senor.

Mexico.

Si senor, [speaking Spanish].

[anxious violin music]

[humming country music]

- Tomates.

I wonder if he's hauling

anything besides tomates?

I think his tomatoes are wet.

[anxious ensemble music]

[sirens blaring]

63B.

Buenas Noches, senor.

- Good evening.

What's the problem officer,

are my taillights out?

- No.

It's just a routine check.

What are you fellas doin'

up this time of night?

- We have to deliver these

tomatoes all the way up to L.A.

That's my boy, I brought

him along to help me.

- That's all you're hauling

back there, tomatoes?

- What else?

- Well I thought maybe

you might have

some of your cousins

stuck in the back there.

- My worthless cousins I

would haul in the manure,

not tomatoes, you

misjudge me senor.

- Well maybe, I'd still like

to have a look just

to make sure.

Will you hand me the keys

with your left hand, please?

- As you say officer, andale.

- Will you step out of the

truck please, come here.

You wanna open that door for me?

Well what do you know?

All right partner, let's

get this other side open.

[gunshot booms]

- Close it up.

[Vito moaning,

speaking in Spanish]

- What about the boy?

- Por favor.

[coughing]

- Sorry.

[gunshot booms]

Gimme a hand.

Get the boy.

- [Mirandez] Do you think

he phoned in the license?

- No, he didn't have

enough time.

- [Mirandez] There are too

many witnesses.

- Who are they gonna talk to?

Come on, let's go.

- Hey Phil, can I check

that list with you here?

- [Phil] Yeah.

- This belongs to him.

- Is there gonna be an

autopsy on this?

- [Phil] Sure there's gonna

be an autopsy, he got shot.

- How long you been here?

- [Phil] I just got here

45 minutes ago.

- What's this about?

- Herb, not yet, I'll

tell ya when.

- All right Jeb, just

doing my job.

- Let me do mine first,

they're not gonna go anywhere.

You're the kid

and you're Scooter.

You

and

you.

You're mine.

Willie, you see the tire tracks?

- Yeah, looks like a

pretty heavy truck.

I'll get Herb to get us

some pictures.

You know those sons of

bitches rifled Scooter's car,

they took his star scope

and I don't know what else.

- You think these mean anything?

- From the truck maybe.

- What else you got here?

- It's so awful.

- So where'd you see 'em?

- Over there.

- Uh-oh, here come

those Feebies.

- [Jeb] Run those tomatoes

over to the University.

Ask for Doc Warnham in the lab

and tell him I'll

call him later.

- Okay.

- FBI.

- Any idea on the kid?

- No, but he's wet.

- Shotgun, huh?

- They were shot here,

landed over here

and were dragged down

where you see them now.

Sawed-off.

- Drugs?

- Yeah, that's what I figure.

I'll check with San

Ysidro customs,

see what came in last night.

- Hey now wait a minute.

They could be aliens.

- Nobody kills for wetbacks.

This kid was probably a

mule who'd gotten away.

Your man return fire?

- His gun was never drawn.

- We're sorry about your man.

We'll do what we can to

get the guys that did it.

[police radio chatter]

- [Carl] You were late getting

in last night, Hotchkiss.

- They had the choppers on.

I had to hold back up in

the hills 'til they cleared.

- Everything's okay though?

- Piece of cake.

- I heard a border patrolman

got killed last night.

Shotgun, it was on the news.

By the description they gave,

I thought it might've been

near one of our pickup points.

- No.

No, it must have been

somewhere else.

- Might get hot around

here for a few days.

Maybe we should ship

all the wets out

and clean the place up.

- Yeah.

Already at work.

- You know what time

the funeral is?

- [Border Guard] I think it's

somewhere right around noon.

- Fill 'em in?

- Yeah.

- I know that Willie's

already talked

to you but I still have a

couple things.

The FBI is officially

conducting this

investigation but we're

not gonna wait for them.

What we're looking for

is an old paratroop boot

with a gash in the left heel

and the driver's wearing

a heavy ripple.

From now on every man here

is on a 12 hour shift.

No vacations, no sick pay,

no time off

and when you're out there,

remember that

every truck and van is

a possible load vehicle.

I don't want anybody comin'

back here

and givin' me all that

crap about probably cause.

Let's go.

Jimmy,

you come with me.

[anxious violin music]

These are the tracks all right.

[anxious violin, trumpet music]

Yeah, this is the place.

Been a lot of foot traffic

through here, wouldn't you say?

- If you say so.

- Let's go.

[anxious ensemble music]

- You mind telling me

what we're doing?

- Cuttin' the sign, tracking.

That's what we've been

doing for the last hour.

- What are you gonna do next,

hold your ear to the ground?

- Come here.

It's all right, come here,

I'm just gonna mark your boot.

Turn around.

We always mark our own boots.

I knew one little fart

that didn't, though

and one day

when he was working a section,

he got all confused

and started to follow his

own footprints.

- What happened to him?

- Well he followed himself

right up his own ass.

We never did see him again.

See that print?

They came from there

right down this way.

- How do you know it

wasn't a cow?

- A cow has a cloven hoof,

it would've cut this grass.

But a man pushes it down

and sometimes bruises it.

Although I did know a

crazy bastard

who tied cow's hooves

to his feet.

It didn't work though.

- Because a cow's got four legs,

right?

- Right, now you're catching on.

Some of these guys

strap tin cans,

rugs to the bottom of their

feet, even walk backwards.

- [Jimmy] They sure go

to a lot of trouble.

- [Jeb] The stakes are high.

- They find these often?

- It's only the third

time I've ever seen it

and all in the last

couple months.

Look at that.

It's the same damn boot print.

We're dealing with one

damn smart pujero.

[speaking Spanish]

- Hey man, what's

happening Loco?

You're shaking like a junkie.

- You didn't hear what happened

last night on the road?

- No, what?

- One of La Migra was killed.

- No shit?

- We're cruising down Highway

94, this dude pulls us over.

El Marino blew him away,

just like that.

One of the boys got in the way,

[speaking Spanish] he

blew him away too.

- Does La Migra know?

- Nobody knows except El

Marino, me and the wets.

Don't say anything, man.

The crazy bastard will

kill the both of us.

- Loco, see I'm cool okay?

- You got 'em all cleaned up?

Didn't let 'em mix

with the others?

- I did just like you said.

- Good.

Load 'em up.

Open the door.

[speaking Spanish]

- Hotchkiss, if the checkpoint

is working at San Clemente,

we're gonna have to take

the long way around to L.A.

- They're not going to

L.A., that's too close.

Arturo,

take 'em across I-10 to Phoenix.

Put them on planes to Chicago.

- Chicago?

- All the flight

information is in here,

they've all got reservations.

There's a lot more money in

here than you're gonna need.

Tell them not to worry

about anything.

There'll be people waiting for

them when they get

off the planes.

If you get a chance, give 'em

a couple water breaks okay?

- Okay.

- Okay.

Hey.

Amigo.

Esta todo bien, come on,

put a smile on your face.

There's nothing to worry about.

Come on, we're gonna find a

place to ditch this crate.

You follow me.

- Okay, I'll follow you.

- [Carl] In November we

delivered 4,690 units Mr.

Lydell,

which is 21% up from the

previous month.

- Good work Richards,

very impressive.

- It is, considering these

are traditionally slow months.

We've managed to overcome that,

make it a solid year

round business.

878 units came from

countries other than Mexico.

We're making up to $1500

extra on each one of them.

- What's the bottom line?

- Last month we

grossed 2,270,000.

Drivers were paid 156,000

and guides were paid 319,000

and Hotchkiss took 310,000.

That leaves a net to Lydell

Industries of $765,000.

- That bastard gets as much

out of this operation as I do.

- I know, but he's

the key to it.

Without him, we'd be lucky

to move 1,000 bodies a month.

- By the way,

do you know anything about this?

- I heard about it.

- We're not involved, are we?

- No.

But we plan a low

profile for a week or so,

just as a precaution.

- We're supposed to ship

2,000 around Christmas.

I wouldn't want something stupid

like this to screw things up.

- Don't worry.

- Good.

Starting the first of the year,

I want an increase on

deliveries to 7500 a month,

of which at least 1,000

should be women.

Can we do it?

- I don't know.

Winter is a slow time.

- Push on Hotchkiss.

New York will take 2,000 a

month if we can send them.

We also have calls for

at least 1,000

each from Chicago,

Boston and Philadelphia.

- Tijuana is gonna get

awfully crowded.

- We'll do our best to ease

their population explosion.

Keep up the good work, Richards.

You know, someday this

may be legitimate

and we'll be listed on

the commodities exchange.

- Yeah, trading in

wetback futures.

- A wetback doesn't

have a future.

[doorbell rings]

- Yes?

- I'm looking for an E. Morales.

- Where did you get

this address?

Why are you looking

for this person?

- There was a kid killed down

on the border last night.

He was a Mexican kid and

he had that in his pocket.

- Come in, please.

Do you mind waiting in here,

please?

- [Elena] Your elbow

goes on the green.

Get that hand over there,

no it's your knee on the red

and then your elbow--

- Elena,

could I see you a minute?

- Oh yeah.

Don't move 'til I get back.

- This man needs to see you.

- Elena Morales?

- Who are you?

- My name is Jeb Maynard.

Did you send this?

[Elena screams]

- [Homeowner] Are you sure

he was her son?

Couldn't there be some mistake?

- [Jeb] No mistake.

- How did this accident happen?

- [Jeb] Well Ms. Morales,

it wasn't an accident.

Your son was murdered.

Some of the

authorities believe that

he was mixed up with drugs.

- Oh no never, never.

- I don't believe it either.

I think he was being

smuggled across the border.

I also think you

expected him here.

- You're La Migra?

- Yes but I'm not

here to harm you.

But you will have to go

down and identify the body.

- No.

- Please, nobody

will bother you.

I'll take you down myself.

- Why, why do you do this?

- I had a friend that was

killed along with your son.

[ship horn blares]

[knocking]

- All those reports.

- Right, last night.

[telephone ringing]

Okay, we're gonna get

back to you.

[Elena gasps]

[weeping]

- Vito.

If I hadn't sent him the money,

he would still be alive today.

I must take him home.

- I don't think you'll be

able to do that.

Your son was murdered, so

they won't release the body.

- Never?

- No, not never but

not for awhile.

Ms. Morales, is there

anything you can

tell me that might help

me catch the killer?

- No.

- Is there anything you

can tell me about

the man that brought

you across the border,

where he took you,

anything at all?

- I'm sorry, I do not

remember those things.

Mr. Maynard, I would

like to help you but...

Will you find the man

who did this?

- Oh yes, we'll find him.

It may take some time but

we'll find him.

[ship horn blares]

[somber funerary trumpet music]

[gunshots booming]

- We commit his body

to the ground,

earth to earth, ashes to

ashes, dust to dust in the sure

and certain hope of the

resurrection unto everlasting

life

through Jesus Christ

our Lord, let us pray.

Dear God, in sorrow of

heart and in quietness

and confidence, we gather

for these last

solemn and tender moments

of faith and love.

Lift us above the shadows

and sadness of death

to give each of us thy

word of peace.

- Two months from

retirement, this happens.

It doesn't seem fair.

- Yeah.

- It makes you wonder sometimes,

huh?

It's good to see you Jeb,

despite the circumstances.

- Good to see you too, Malcolm.

What's happening in Washington?

- Same old bullshit.

Still trying to get a

decent bill through

Congress so you can

have the manpower

and equipment you need to

stem the tide out here.

- I mean what's happening on

Scooter's case with the FBI?

- It's still under

investigation.

- Which means they haven't a

damn thing to go on, right?

You know, why don't they realize

it has nothing to do with drugs.

It has to do with

smuggling aliens.

- Why would anyone

kill for aliens?

- Oh, come on Malcolm.

For the money, times

have changed.

It's a big business now, hell,

they're running us over

coming across that border.

- Jeb, Jeb, don't start huh?

It's the FBI's department but

they don't look for aliens.

They look for killers and

bank robbers, lay off.

- [Dispatch] Field units, this

is Sector, does anybody copy?

- This is Echo Two, go ahead.

- [Dispatch] The FBI

found that truck

we've been looking for

on Highway 64.

- Hold on, Jeb, the

FBI found that

truck we've been looking

for on Highway 64.

[police radio chatter]

- [Officer] Go on through,

gentlemen.

- [FBI Agent] This is Miller

Unit Seven out here on 64.

- [Officer] Hold it.

- [Officer] Units five, 11

and 17 are also out here.

- [FBI Agent] Standard

'68 Ford, it's stripped.

No plates, no ID numbers.

- [Jeb] This is the truck all

right, the tire tracks match.

- [FBI Agent] It's drugs,

just like we thought.

- [Jeb] How do you figure that?

- [FBI Agent] They

must've had three tons

of marijuana stashed in

the back of this thing.

- [FBI Agent] We'll call

Drug Enforcement on this one.

I guess that blows your

theory on wets, Maynard.

We'll let you know if the

lab comes up with anything.

- What do you think?

- He's one of them but

not the one we want.

- Hey Jeb,

you by that drug stuff?

- Someone went to the trouble

of removing all identification

but they leave a trace of

marijuana like those bags?

No, I don't buy it.

- Come on.

So,

you satisfied?

- About the drugs in there?

- Yeah.

- Nope.

- Let the FBI take care of it.

They know what they're doing,

it's not our jurisdiction.

It's theirs, don't worry

about it okay?

- Yeah sure, okay.

[speaking Spanish]

- [Man] Hey, you forgot

your ticket stub hombre.

Get a carwash, loco.

[knocking]

- [Jeb] Ms. Morales, I'd

like to talk with you.

- [Elena] I cannot talk

now, please come back later.

- [Jeb] It won't wait.

- I'm working.

- Please Ms. Morales, it's

very important.

Can we do this alone?

[speaking Spanish]

- How did you find me?

- The lady you work for

gave me this address.

Your son Ms. Morales, he was

not mixed up with the drugs.

He was being smuggled across

the border just like I said

and the guy that was bringing

him across killed him.

- You find the man?

- No.

I'm having a lot of

problems that way.

As far as everybody

else is concerned,

the case is closed and you're

the only one that can help me.

That's why I'm here?

- How?

- You know the way that you came

across the border into

this country.

Now if you and me went

down into Mexico

and came back the same way--

- Oh no, I couldn't.

- Ms. Morales, it's not

my way to threaten anybody

but I'll have to send you

back on a Border Patrol bus.

But if you go over with me,

you have a chance of

coming back.

- If I tell you where you

can meet the arranger,

isn't that enough?

- I couldn't get away

with it alone,

my Spanish isn't good

enough to pass as a Mexican.

They'd spot me right away.

[car horns honking]

[woman screaming]

- Stop, stop, grab her, get her!

[steam hissing]

You'll be all right, come on.

- They will let the

gringo woman go

and next week she'll come

to Tijuana again

to get her new maid.

[whistles blowing]

[Spanish style violin music]

[singing in Spanish]

The bar over there, that's

where we start.

[jazzy ensemble music]

We'll wait for the arranger.

- Oh, here's comes trouble.

- It's all right.

[speaking Spanish]

- Gracias.

No, eh?

[speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

- You see that thing he's

looking through?

See if you can find out

where he got it.

- Senor.

[speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

[anxious violin music]

[shouting in Spanish]

- [Bandit] Andale, Andale,

Andale.

- Hey look what I found, a puta.

Come on you little whore,

lemme show you--

[woman screaming]

[anxious mid tempo violin music]

- [Jeb] Follow the guide.

- Hurry up!

- [Elena] Senor!

- Come on.

[speaking Spanish]

- Nombre?

- Antonio.

- What is this?

- Glad to see you're hard

at work, Willie.

- What the hell are you

doing out here?

Who's side are you on, anyway?

- It's a long story, I'll

tell you about it later.

Can we go?

- Yeah, yeah.

- What do you do now?

- I don't know.

- And me?

- What about you?

- When will you send your

men here to pick me up?

will I have time to

pack my clothes or will

you pick me up like the

coyote do across the border?

- Just a minute.

Wait a minute, listen.

After the holidays, why don't

you get in touch with me

and I'll try to help you get

permanent resident status.

- Will you do that?

- Sure.

You tried to help me,

I'll try to help you.

- Thank you.

[knocking]

- Jeb?

It's me, Jimmy.

[faint coughing]

Hey Jeb, come on wake up.

- Hi.

- It's a beautiful day.

- Yeah?

Why don't you go out there

and enjoy it, you know?

I'll see you tomorrow.

- They told me about your

trip across the border.

It sounded like fun.

- I was pretty close to

something but I blew it.

- That's too bad.

So what now?

- Unless somebody gets a

brilliant idea,

I guess we're gonna have

to do it the hard way

and hope maybe we can find those

boot prints someplace

else sometime.

- Maybe we can improve

the odds a little.

- How's that?

- Remember those tomatoes I

found near Scooter's body?

That guy down at the

University lab

came up with something

very interesting.

They were sprayed with a

pesticide called diazinon.

Real deadly stuff,

only the biggest

commercial growers can

get a permit.

So I checked it out at

the agricultural office.

It seems nearly 1,000 people

put in for pesticide

permits last year

but only 86 used diazinon.

Hey, am I boring you or what?

Yes but

it's educating, go ahead.

- Well I just wanted to

tell you that out of the 86,

only six grow tomatoes.

- What?

Six?

- Yeah, six.

- Hey, that's a damn

fine piece of tracking.

I'm proud of you, you did well.

[speaking Spanish]

- [Border Guard] I thought

we were going home,

now he wants us to stick around.

- Boys, you all received

your assignments.

Do you know what

you're looking for?

- Yeah.

- Right.

- The guy we're looking for

is Anglo, remember that.

We'll work our way west

from the Glen Allen ranch.

Let's not waist daylight, okay?

- [Border Guard] Immigration!

Immigration!

[speaking Spanish]

- Echo One, this is Echo Four.

We got a bunch near Piper's

and we'll need a couple vans.

- Any of them Anglos?

- Negative.

- Let 'em go.

- Repeat?

- I said let 'em go, we're

only looking for Anglos.

- Jeb says spring them.

- What the hell for?

- We're only looking for Anglos.

- Then what the hell are we

doing out in a field like this?

- How the hell am I

supposed to know?

- I tell ya, this shit's

turned old Jeb's head around.

[speaking Spanish]

- What do you got here, Willie?

- I followed a group of

workers through the fields

down the road and this

is where they led me.

- How many of them are there?

- 25 or 30.

What do you wanna do, you

wanna bust 'em?

- No, I wanna check out

the ranch house first.

Hey Jimmy, if you want

a closer look go ahead.

- Oh no no, it's okay.

- We have time, go ahead.

[baby moaning]

[speaking Spanish]

- [Hotchkiss] We cut

traffic in half,

we're shipping in 2500.

That's 2,000 less than

what we were doing.

- [Carl] We need 10,000 a

month next year.

- Carl, you're getting greedy.

- La Migra is here.

- You two stay outta sight.

- What do you think they want?

- It's just routine.

- What about the

stuff in the barn?

- No, they won't even look okay?

Take it easy, relax.

- Hey look man, that guy

in the mustache.

He was in the group I

brought over the other night.

- You're crazy.

- No man, I'm sure.

- That's the head honcho

of the La Mesa station.

Get outta here.

- [Jeb] Hi Carl, how you doing?

- [Carl] Holding up, you

come to bust my gardeners?

- [Jeb] Well I did notice

you have a whole

new crew working the back

property, maybe I will.

- I don't know why you go to all

this trouble after

all these years.

You know we can't get

anyone else to do this work.

- Not for the wages you pay.

You have some more

hidden around,

maybe in the barns, the house?

- No.

- Mind if I take a look?

- Yes.

- Not very neighborly.

- [Carl] I don't think it's

very neighborly to go around

busting people who are

trying to better themselves.

- When I take them off here,

they better themselves.

I don't supposed you'll let

us have a drink of water?

- Sure, you can use the

hose like everyone else.

- This guy Richards is a

real sweetheart.

He's got these people

living in shit and he's

got the balls to act as

if he cares about them.

- He doesn't care about them,

it's the economics he

cares about.

Hey wait a minute.

Look at this.

Hey Willie.

- Oh?

- Come here.

Look at that print, it belongs

to the guy we're looking for.

Jesus, spread the men out,

see if they can spot him.

- You bet.

- Where the hell are they going?

[speaking Spanish]

- [Jeb] Never mind those two,

check with Willie

right over there.

- All right.

- What the hell's going on?

- [Jeb] I wanna have a

look in your house.

- You don't get inside the

house without a warrant.

- What's the problem, Carl?

Somebody turn in your

cleaning lady?

- [Carl] Some guys never outgrow

the need to play

cowboys and Indians.

- Don't be too harsh on

my buddy here,

he needs all the

help he can get.

I'll see you tomorrow, Carl.

- Take it easy.

- Excuse me.

- We can't afford to lay

off right now.

We've got 2,000 wets on order

by the end of the month.

Half the money is

already in with

another million due on delivery.

We have got to maintain

our credibility.

- I think it's too risky.

Maynard's on to something,

I can just feel it.

- You're overreacting.

- He's like a bulldog,

he gets something between

his teeth, he doesn't let go.

- How long would it take you

to put 2,000 wets together?

- Overnight but that's

not the problem.

It's getting them

across the border--

- We're going to do it

all in one day.

- [Carl] That's impossible.

- Nothing is impossible.

We're gonna do it Christmas

Eve and Christmas Day.

La Mesa always runs a

skeleton crew then.

The day after Christmas, the

ranch will be clean again.

- I still don't think

it can be done.

- Richards,

it will be done.

- We're making one big run

tomorrow night.

We're bringing 2,000 wets

across and we're

moving 'em off this ranch

in less than 12 hours.

- That's impossible.

- No, it isn't.

For working Christmas Eve,

you'll each receive a

bonus of $1,000.

Okay.

We're all taking the

Mother Grundy Truck Trail.

- [Border Guide] What

about La Migra's sensors?

- Arturo and I tore out the

sensors yesterday afternoon.

Now we hit the trail

at 30 minute intervals.

Arturo's load goes first.

I'll bring the last

group through.

It's imperative that

each group hit the trail

and the road at the time

designated for it to do so.

If you have any problems,

if you cannot

make it on time, ditch

your group and leg it home.

We've got no time for screw ups.

Any questions?

[anxious violin music]

[faint speaking in Spanish]

- Hi, remember me?

Huh?

We came across the

border a couple

nights ago, now you remember?

[thud, groans]

You remember me?

Remember?

You son of a bitch, I'm

gonna make you remember.

I'll freshen up your

memory damn quick.

[gurgling]

Now do you remember?

You killed a friend of mine

and a little boy

about a week ago.

Yes, and now I'm gonna kill

you, you son of a bitch.

- I didn't kill 'em,

it was Marino.

- What's his real name?

- Hotchkiss.

- Hotchkiss huh, what's

he look like?

What's he look like?

- He's a white guy.

He's got blond hair, he

killed La Migra.

- Okay listen, there's something

big coming down at that ranch.

I want you to tell me about it.

I want you to set up

Hotchkiss for me, you hear?

You hear?

- If I tell you,

I go free.

- You go free if I nail him.

- Okay.

All right.

- [Border Guard] It's Christmas

and he's got the whole

station here, wonder if

something

ain't happening tonight.

- [Jimmy] Hey Denny, Denny.

- [Border Guard] Yeah

well, we're gonna have

Christmas dinner a

little late tonight.

We gotta work tonight.

- Something's going down.

- What do you mean what time?

Of course I know what time

it is, I'm wearing a watch.

- [Willie] I know it's

Christmas Eve.

[chattering, overlapping voices]

You tell him Willie said that.

He's on his way to church

with his family.

- [Jeb] All right.

- [Border Guard] I can't

talk any longer, I gotta go.

- Boys.

I wanna remind

everybody not to be

too anxious tonight and

jump the gun.

We want to hit 'em inside

the ranch property,

which is about right here.

I also want to remind you

to check your flashlights,

Walkie-Talkies, scopes and

especially your firearms.

We might have use for

them tonight.

Any questions?

Yeah Willie, let's move in.

[anxious ensemble music]

What's it look like over there?

- My area is clean.

- There's a light on

in the barn.

- Yeah, I thought I

heard someone.

- Dave, you better

check that out.

Jimmy, you go with him.

- Right.

- Willie, you and Matt

position the men

so that the entire

area is covered.

- Right.

[anxious violin music]

- [Carl] What the hell?

- Come along, Carl.

Ooh Carl, this is quite

an operation you got here.

Really classy.

How many men were in here?

- Just those two.

- [Ab] Hey Jeb, this is Ab,

I think the first truck

just came on the property.

- Okay, we're ready

for them here

but make sure you're

not seen now.

[speaking Spanish]

- Hold it, sucker!

[anxious piano, violin music]

- Okay pal, inside.

- [Border Guard] Not

so fast amigo, come on.

[anxious violin music]

- [Border Guard] Get out

here, get going, move it!

- Come on folks, come on now.

- Vamanos.

Andale, Andale.

Andale.

[anxious trumpet music]

Vamanos.

Out this way.

Vamanos.

- [Jimmy] Where do you

think Hotchkiss is?

- [Jeb] He's supposed

to be in the last truck.

- [Border Guard] Lead

'em right through there.

- Quickly, quickly,

[speaking Spanish].

- Get in there, gettin'

busy out there.

Starting to run behind schedule.

- [Border Guard] Andale, Andale.

[anxious violin, piano music]

[anxious trumpet music]

- Okay Charlie, now this

guy's dangerous, be careful.

- Right.

- [Hotchkiss] Stop at the

house, get them in the barn.

I gotta talk to Richards,

we're running late.

[yelling in Spanish]

- Where is he?

- In the house.

- [Willie] Cuff him,

get him inside.

Jimmy, make sure

nobody gets out.

Get everybody in there, move,

move.

[machine gunfire booming]

[tense ensemble music]

[tense up tempo ensemble music]

[birds chirping]

[rustling]

[bird cawing repeatedly]

[wings flapping]

- [Jeb] End of the road.

[gunfire booming]

[anxious violin music]

[chattering]

- [Reporter] One more.

There's Lydell now.

- Wait a second.

- [Reporter] Rolling there,

this way.

One more, please.

One more.

- [Woman] Ooh, that's the

man that was in the paper.

- [Man] He's the guy.

- [Woman] I know who he is.

- [Man] It's Lydell.

- Would you like to

make a statement

regarding the trial, Mr. Lydell?

- I was never concerned because

I knew the charges

were groundless.

You have to believe in the

American system

and I'll tell you

something, the system works.

- In a month, he'll be

back in business.

- It's okay kid, so will we.

- [Photographer] Can we

have one shot?

- [Reporter] Charlie, gimme

some more slack on that cable.

Mr. Lydell sir, just

one question.

[chattering, overlapping voices]

One question, sir.

Mr. Lydell.

[relaxed ensemble music]

[relaxed ensemble music]

[up tempo ensemble music]