All language subtitles for The Hitch-Maker Rev_engl.

At the next intersection,
why don't you turn south?

Chocolate Mountains were east
last time we headed that way.

Who needs the mountains?
Head for San Felipe.

There's nothing to do in San Felipe
but fish. Well...

That was the idea, wasn't it?

Yeah, I guess so.

We might just pick up a drink
in Mexicale.

Remember Floribel
at the Alhambra Club?

Yeah.

She's probably dead by now.
It was a long time ago.

Poor old Floribel.

Well, there's no harm
in drinking a toast to her.

OK.

You know, except for the war, this is the first
time I've been away from Maudie and the kids.

Did you wanna turn back?

No, no. We've come this far.

Mexicale's beginning to sound good.

Guess maybes.

I remember that joint.

Bienvenidos, cavallieros!
Bienvenidos a Mexico...

Muchachos quieren divertirse?

This is the place, señores, come in.
Juanita's

starting her famous fan dance.
You're just in time.

We might as well take a look.
. .Hey, Gil. Gil?

Sorry, friend, no sale.

Oh, well. San Felipe, here we come.

- Out of gas?
- Yeah. Hop in.

We're going to San Felipe. You can pick
up gas there and hitch a ride back.

Waiting out there long?

Yeah.

Light me a cigarette, will you?

Smoke?

No.

What are you doing, rolling 'em?

Face front.

And keep driving.

Sure, I'm Emmet Myers.

Do what I tell you... and no fast moves. A
lot of dead heroes back there got nervous.

From now on, when you're driving,
keep both hands high on that wheel.

You, keep one hand
on the top of this seat,

the other hand high on that window.

All right. Now turn off
the next side road we come to.

Pull up.

Open the glove compartment.

What's the box?

- Cartridges, 22s.
- Give 'em to me.

Close it.

Now this is how we get out
after this. First, give me the keys.

Now we all get out the same side.
I get out first, then you.

Stand away from the car. Then you.

Let's go.

Drop your jackets
around your elbows.

Turn around.

We're gonna open the trunk.

Move.

Pull your jackets up.

You, open the trunk.

Both of you,
keep your hands on the lid.

Throw me the keys.

Now get the blankets.

You'd never make it!

Get the groceries.

Whose gun is that?

- Mine.
- Do you like to shoot?

Yeah.

So do I. So I'm warning you,
don't try anything smart with me.

Move!

I told you my name.
What's yours?

Mine's Gilbert Bowen.

He's Roy Collins.

What do you do for a living?

I'm a draughtsman.
He runs a garage.

That makes you smarter.

Or does it?

You wanna be all over that windshield?
You've got lucky. It hit an empty chamber.

I have to use it a while back.

Don't make anymore more fast moves!
I told you, the last guy made that mistake.

When you due back?

No particular time.

Yeah, we told our wives
to expect us when we got there.

You got wives, huh?

Any kids?

I have.

Just keep thinking how nice
it'll be to seeing again.

There's a checkpoint. Slow down.
No talking.

If I give you the word, step on it.

This car rides pretty good.

When I get where I'm going,
I think I'll sell it.

Where are we going?

Pull in at the next pump.
We'll fill up and get a road map.

I got an idea...

a pretty good one.

- Aqui esta, señor.
- Gracias.

Speak English.

I told you.
He doesn't understand English.

I don't understand Mexican.

Never mind the change.
Let's get out of here.

Loco!

Gimme the map.

Take the first side road we come to.

Pull up.

Keys.

All right,
now get out like I told you.

Here, you're the smart guy.
Spread the map out on the hood.

Get your hands up on the car. Look
for a town called Santa Rosalia.

How far is it?

About 500 miles.

- Is it on the Gulf of California?
- Yeah.

Says anything about
a ferry across the Gulf?

Friday.

Not bad.

We're loaded with time.

We can make that easy.

After that,
I won't need you guys any more.

Well, I guess we won't be having
rabbit for dinner.

I wasn't trying.

Collins.

Put the can out on that rock there.

Gimme the map.

Not that one!
The other one.

That's it.

All right, Collins.
Put the can back on the rock.

Don't forget, this is loaded too.
Let's see you try.

Let's see how good you are.

Go ahead.

Not bad.

Collins.

Pick up the can.

Take it onto that point there.

If you don't,
I'll let Bowen have it.

Onto the point, that's right.

Further.

Now hold it up. You won't get hurt,
your buddy's good with guns.

- You're crazy! I won't do it.
- It's just a game. Go ahead.

Collins, hold it closer to you.

What's the matter, are you scared?
Hold it closer.

You want me to try?
I might miss this time.

Shoot.

Come on Gil, get going.

Nervous? Relax.

All right, Collins, come on in.

Fun's over.

You guys worked up quite a sweat.

Collins.

Collins.

- What do you want?
- Turn on the radio.

Why bother?

- All you get is Mexican commercials.
- Never mind... Turn it on.

Get something else.

Like what?

One of those news guys
from the States.

'... as scheduled for 10 o'clock
tomorrow morning at the White House.

'On the crime front, the
police of nine western states,

from Washington in the north
to Colorado and Utah in the east,

'have been alerted
to keep a continuous search

for the Kansas desperado,
Emmet Myers.

'Reports have placed the killer
in Florida

Detroit and Seattle
in the last 24 hours,

'although the most of these tips have been
discounted for the police authorities.

'His latest victim, William Johnson,
a salesman from Portland, Oregon,

was found late yesterday in
Imperial County, California.

'The victim's car, possibly with
Myers in it, has not yet been found.

Shut it off.

They're not even close!

You guys don't have to worry.

Not yet.

You can start sweating
when they put me in this car...

if they ever do.

'Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,
this is Sam Hayes reporting the news file.

'The top of the news tonight
is the report

that hitch-hike murderer,
Emmet Myers, is still at large.

'Yesterday, the devil
thumbed another ride

and William Johnson of Portland
asked him to hop in.

'Now, William Johnson is dead.

'In an all-out effort
to apprehend Myers,

the police have set up roadblocks on all
major highways on the western states

and all border stations are
being closely watched.

'Myers is slight, 28 years
of age, is wearing a dark shirt

dark Grey trousers and
a black leather jacket.

'His right eyelid is
partially paralyzed.

'If you are in possession
of any information

regarding the whereabouts
of this individual,

please communicate with your nearest
office of the police

or the office of the Federal
Bureau of Investigation.'

Pull up.

Keys.

Out.

Move.

Each of you take one.

Get around the car.

We'll camp here tonight.

I know what you're thinking,
Collins.

You haven't got a chance.

You guys are gonna die, that's all.

It's just a question of when.

Santa Rosalia...

that's the end of the line.

If the cops find out we're together...

or if you try to cross me up...

You know, you make pretty good
targets from where I sit.

Anyway, you couldn't tell
if I was awake or asleep.

I've one bum eye.

It won't stay closed.

Pretty good, huh?

We're getting out here
and buy some grub.

We get out of the car like usual.

You guys go in the store
ahead of me. No Mexican.

I'm talking to you.

When he tells you how much, you pay.
Is that clear?

One other thing. I'll have
my hand in my pocket.

So far, my record in Mexico's clean.
I wanna keep it that way.

Let's go.

Bueños Dias, señores.

Bueños Dias, señores.
Provisiones?

You tengo un gran sortido de frutas
e legumbres, ropa calzado...

a lo mismo precio Que existe en Tijuana.

What did he say about Tijuana?

He said their prices are about
the same as in Tijuana.

Never mind the kid.

- What do you want?
- Some beans and stuff.

And tomato soup.
I like that. Get four cans.

He wants four cans of beans four
cans of tomato soup, three cans of chilli.

It's no use. He doesn't
understand English.

You're not talking Mexican.

Take the cans of the shelves.
Give them to Collins.

I can take some more.

Go on, load it up.

That'll hold us.
Pay him.

Quince pesos, diez centavos, señor.

Dame una manzana.

Dame una manzana.

Dame una manzana.

Get her away from me.

Put the kid down. Let's get outta here.
Come on, Collins.

Hasta luego, señores.
Muchas gracias.

Vaya usted con Dios.

What did you say to her?

- You wouldn't understand.
- What did you say to her?

I said,
"Go you with God, little one."

Get in.

Hey, mister.

You live in El Centro. I lived there
some time. Nice place, huh?

Where'd you get the watch, Bowen?

My wife gave it to me.

Throw it over here.

Didn't you hear me?
I told you to throw it over here.

I had a watch like this once,
when I was 17.

Nobody gave it to me.

I took it.

I knocked off a broken-down
jewellery store outside of Tulsa.

It was a cinch.

You guys are soft.

You know what makes you that way?

You're up to your necks in IOUs.

You're suckers.

You're scared to get out
on your own.

You always had it good,
so you're soft.

Well, not me.

Nobody ever gave me anything.

So I don't owe nobody.

My folks were tough.

When I was born, they
took one look at this...

. .puss of mine and
told me to get lost.

I didn't need 'em.
I didn't need any of em.

I got what I wanted my own way.

When you get the know-how
and a few bucks in your pocket,

you can buy
anything or anybody.

Especially if they're
at the point of a gun.

That really scares 'em.

You ever been
at the other end of a gun?

No.

And I never will.

I'm gonna listen to the news.

Turn it up. We'd like to hear
what's going on...

You just get the grub ready.

Anything interesting,
I'll let you know.

We've got to find an excuse to raise
the hood of the car

and put that radio
out of commission.

First time he finds out they're looking
for us together, we're through.

Never mind the radio. I'm not gonna
take it anymore. We gotta get him.

You can't beat him that way.

You give him one good reason
and he'll kill us.

We gotta take the chance.

As long as he needs us,
we'll stay alive.

When he's ready to jump us,
we'll jump him. Not before.

Maybe today, maybe tomorrow.

All right, now.

They've found Johnson's car.

They know I'm in Mexico.

And they're looking for you, too,
in the Chocolate Mountains.

Where are the Chocolate Mountains?

- In Arizona, near home.
- Not in Mexico?

No.

What did you know?

That's where you told your wives
you were going?

Then you came to Mexico.

What for?

Dames?

You boys should be ashamed
of yourselves.

Causing all that trouble.

Telling lies.

I got everybody and is brother
looking for him in the mountains.

- I told you, turn the radio on.
- I did.

It takes time to warm up.

Try another station.

Stop it. Stop it!

I can't. I gotta pull up
and disconnect it.

Then pull up!

Raise the hood.

Keep your hands on it.

Come on, Collins, get to work.

Get the right one the first time.

Don't pull the radio wire!

Faster! Faster!
I thought you were a mechanic.

I'm going as fast as I can.
The threads are frozen.

Watch it.

Come on.

Throw the tools in the back.

The radio, remember?
Make it work.

I can't.

Pull up.

So you did bust it, Collins.

Cut it out! He didn't do it.
It's the static in the hills.

The stations aren't strong
enough in the daytime.

- Tonight it'll work.
- Tonight ain't better.

Take the wheel.

Now, in Punta Prieta,

on August 7th, three
Americans stopped for

provisions at a store
owned by Jose Andrare.

Andrare gave a description of Myers
as being one of them.

Another witness stated that
three men came out of the store

and drove away in a green sedan
bearing the same plate.

This confirms our theory that
Collins and Bowen are with him.

He seems to be heading
south alright,

staying clear of all main highways.

Exactly. Now, 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.

Not 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 do, wreck it?
- Drive like I tell you.

Out!

- What did I tell you?
- Shut up!

Get that spare Tyre out.
Go to work. Move!

You keep working. Keep your traps shut,
no matter what. I'll be watching.

Bueños Dias, señores.

Son Americanos?
Do you need any help?

'The search for Gilbert Bowen
and Roy Collins,

now believed to have been last seen
with Emmet Myers, mass killer,

is being stepped up by the hour.
'Helicopters are working in shifts

scouring the entire area from El Centro
south to the Gulf of California.

'The 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 very definite
in their statement that they only saw two men.

This was bellow El Arco.

There is a point, however,
which we feel is of importance.

The couple stated that the behaviour
of the men seemed strange.

That they refused to talk to them.

There's a possibility that Myers my have been
concealed nearby, covering the two men,

which would account for that behaviour.

Well, if true that is a possibility.

Now, on the assumption
that Myers is listening

to the car radio, we're issuing
these broadcasts in the State,

containing false information
as to his whereabouts

and not connecting the
two men with him.

We would appreciate your cooperation
on following the same procedure.

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 Ray, you're wrong! 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.
From now on, we reach on our own.

It's no good. We've got to stick together,
I told you that.

I got a break, I'm gonna take it.
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, and get it over with.

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
to bring you a flash bulletin.

Californian and Mexican police have
abandoned their theory

'that Emmet Myers is connected

with the disappearance of Gilbert Bowen
and Roy Collins about Central California.

'They have been missing since last
Sunday night, supposedly on a fishing trip.

'The police of both sides to the border now feel,
that Myers is traveling alone

and apparently has abandoned
his intention of seeking escape

'by way of Santa Rosalia.'

What did you know?!

This kind of changes my plan.

Looks like you and me
are going fishing after all.

On your feet. Back to the car.
Let's go.

We're not going anyplace.

Stand up!

What did you do to it?

There's a big hole in that crankcase.

All right, we'll walk.

Just what that sore ankle of yours
needs Collins. A nice, long hike.

Get up!

Now get the fishing gear
out of the back. Move!

Stay with it. He'll never leave you
out here alive.

Yeah.

Cut the gab.

Get down!

Let's get going.

Maybe we'll have to leave you here.

Too bad.

Come on, Roy, try.

Here we are!

Here we are!

Can't you see us?

Look! Here we are!

Down here!

Oh, please, God! Hear me!

Hear me!

Come back!

Come back.

Leave him alone.
Can't you see he's praying?

Get under the bridge, quick!

Relax.

Go ahead if you can stand
the filthy stuff.

You know, Collins?
You're just about my size.

Put you in a black shirt and dark
pants...

with a leather jacket...

. .you'd look just like Emmet Myers

to anyone who never saw him.

Nobody in Santa Rosalia
ever saw him.

Let's change.

Get up on the bank
and take your clothes off.

Come on, get up!

Looks great, doesn't it?

You won't be there long.

Collins! There are
cops down there.

In those clothes,
they might shoot you.

And that'd solve all your problems,
wouldn't it?

Not if they found they'd made a mistake.

We'll hit a joint on the outskirts.
I might even buy you boys a beer.

Get moving.

Bueñas tardes, señores.
Bueñas tardes. Give us three beers.

No hablo inglés.

He doesn't speak English.

- Tres tres cervezas.
- Si, Si.

If I want you to talk Mex I'll tell you.
Sit down, Collins. Rest your sore foot.

You can talk it now.
Ask about the ferry to Guaymas.

I'll be watching his face.

If he starts to looks frightened,
I start shooting.

Friday - that's today - and Tuesday,
9 o'clock.

Ask where we catch it.

You're out of luck. The ferry burned
up. It's being repaired in Guaymas.

You're lying.

Ask if he knows anyone
who speaks English.

He says his cousin speaks English.
Follow him.

Up.

Jose!

Jose, Jose.

What can I do for you?

We wanna find out about the ferry
to Guaymas.

You wanna go fishing?

Too bad. No ferry no more for the
next two months maybe. She burned up.

Thank you.

Fishing is pretty good here. Not
as good as Guaymas or La Paz, but OK.

- You have motor boat?
- You know someone who has a boat?

Sure, sure. My friend Jaime he have one.
Motor runs good.

How do we get to this Jaime?

- In the mine, where he works.
- Let's go.

He's not finished until six.
I fix it for you tomorrow morning.

I wanna go now.

At six, then.

By the time my friend gets the boat ready,
there is no sun.

My friend does not like using
too much boat at night.

He sees his wife and kids
only at night...

Give him some more.

- For me?
- Yeah.

- You pay my friend too?
- Yeah.

You be at pier at 8.30.
The name of the boat is Estrella.

A thousand thanks, señor.

Good.

We'll go to town and wait
by the water till dark. Let's go.

- Hold it a minute, will you?
- Hang on.

Better go fishing while you've got the chance.
That's what you came down for, wasn't?

You guys are really fools.

If you wanted,
one of you would have got away.

But you kept thinking about each
other. So you missed some chances.

You got tired. You slowed down.

Now it's pretty late.

Yeah, tomorrow I'll be in Guaymas.

Too bad you're not making
the whole trip with me.

That'd be kinda silly, wouldn't it?

You stink, Myers!

You smell. Just like your clothes.

Sure, you'll make it to Guaymas,
but they'll catch up with you

and put you out of your misery.

You haven't got a chance. You haven't
got a thing except that gun.

You better hang on to it, because without
it, you're nothing. You're finished.

Shut up!

Gracias, Carlos.

Caramba!

Pronto! Llama la policia!

Bueno. Bueno. La policia.
No, no, no, la policia!

Hold it.

All right, Collins. Now you get
to take a nice walk all by yourself.

Down the alley and out on the dock.
Me and Bowen will follow.

If you try tip anyone off,
I'll let Bowen have it.

You wouldn't want that to happen, would you?
Get going.

Go ahead, Collins.

All the way out.
Keep under the lights.

Alto!

Alto, alto ahí!

I'm not Myers!

I'm not Myers!

Did you hear me?
I'm not Myers!

Alto! Alto!

Alto! Alto ahí!

Alto! Alto!

Put your hands up.

Walk this way.

Do as he tells you, Myers.
You're all through.

That's enough!

Lleven sen lo!

I'm sorry.
We have to have full report.

We understand. Gracias.

It's all right now, buddy.

It's all right.