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Good evening.

My sobriety is under question, but not in the way you think.

This is a joviality test.

I do this before each program to test my spirit.

I seem to have passed with flying colors.

Once again, I wish to welcome you to Alfred Hitchcock Presents for another

hour of group therapy.

I'm told there is nothing like a good murder to work off one's antagonisms.

And if you have no antagonisms, our commercials will create some for you.

Allow me to illustrate.

Hit it again!

Hit it again!

Help him! Pull on it!

Hit it!

Hit it again!

Give me the piece of shrine!

Hurry!

Hurry!

Help me!

Come back here!

Help me! Come back here!

Why did you run?

We do not wish to die, senor. But you don't care if I do.

Is that how the engineer I replaced got killed?

We are sorry, senor Phillips.

We're tunneled 82 feet in the six days I've been here.

We just lost 20 of them.

Start shoveling.

Come with me, Pedro.

A convention?

Senor Rodriguez, come.

Perhaps he brings you a helper, senor.

Take the chief and meet him. I'll be at the infirmary.

Si, senor.

You need that?

Unless you prefer infection.

Gauze dressing.

I will come and see you this evening. Thanks, Jack.

Take Senor Johnson's things to the cabin.

Si, Senor Rodriguez.

You must not be discouraged, no matter what he says about the job.

You make it sound as though I had a choice. I remind you of your word.

Oh, Joe, I'm sorry.

I just heard... I will change the dressing tomorrow, sir.

Gracias.

You'll be all right now, Joe.

Get this up another boy, Rodriguez.

When I came down here six days ago, you told me you had the equipment and the

personnel to run this operation.

These guys couldn't even farm a truck garden.

Joe, I brought you an assistant, a good man.

A good man doesn't waste his time on a job that can't be done.

Go down and look at that cave -in. Look at it.

Talk to him.

My name's Brett Johnson.

Yeah?

You know what murder is?

Yeah. You bought it when you walked in here.

Look, that mountain's a killer. Half the gang's down with malaria and dysentery.

It's a hundred miles to the nearest village and no way to get there.

Rodriguez said you're almost through.

He's almost through.

He's got six weeks to complete that tunnel or he loses the contract.

How far to break out?

700 feet.

The top week before I came on was 90.

About two weeks short, huh?

Maybe more.

Well, maybe if we start out... Not we, Johnson.

You.

Hello and goodbye.

Go, go.

Blue. Please, por favor. Talk to Johnson. I'm going to pack, Rodriguez.

flying me back to Quinabon. Joe.

Talk to him.

Stop him. Make him stay. I need him to finish the job. That wasn't part of the

deal.

If I told who you are... Listen, Rodriguez.

All right.

You need my help when you leave here.

We made a bargain.

All right.

But you make him stay.

How?

It's your airplane, isn't it?

Look over the job. Yeah staying I don't have much choice

Neither do you

Why didn't you call me?

I was in the tunnel. Besides, none of my business.

Why don't you take the jeep when it comes back?

Take it where?

Straight in on a plane like everything else. The only road goes to the

He won't leave me here next week.

He won't have to. He won't be here.

The plane will. It brings in supplies.

Brought him today.

Enough for six weeks.

Oh, you think that's funny, huh?

Well, maybe the tunnel will change your mind when we start working tomorrow.

Oh? I thought you were thrown in a towel. What do you want me to do, sit

and rot for six weeks? I'm an engineer.

I'm going to find out how good you are, Johnson. I'm going to work you until you

drop.

for a gal to be. You'd think she'd cause trouble.

They respect her.

Back home, they'd be fighting over her.

Down here, they'd be fighting without her.

How's your hand?

Oh, it's just scratched.

Let me see.

Nothing.

And swelling.

It'll pass.

Better have Maria take a look at it. It could be bad by morning.

Yeah.

We made 22 feet today.

Got a lot of work out of your crew.

That's what I'm here for.

Where'd you work last, Fred?

States. Yeah, but where?

What job?

Why? What difference does it make?

Thought we might have some friends in common.

I know guys on most projects.

This is the one that counts.

You think we got a chance, Joe?

With you here, we have.

Thin, but a chance.

You know your job.

Not many people do.

Yeah, but you're bought in a job.

Yeah.

Good night.

Good night.

Maria, excuse me.

Senior Johnson has a bad hand.

Would you take care of it, please?

You're very quiet, senor.

Oh, just tired, I guess.

The men are tired, too, but they relax.

I've got the job on my mind.

I have the feeling you do not work here because you wish to, but because you

must.

It is not the job you think of. It is something else.

You're a mind reader, Maria.

A woman's mind is often mistaken, but not her feelings.

You are unhappy.

You must never regret what you cannot help or cannot change.

God forgives.

Sometimes men don't.

This is the 11 o 'clock edition of the Lone Star News from San Antonio, Texas.

Typing tonight's roundup is a bulletin from Camp Mabry, Austin.

Texas Rangers have asked Mexican authorities to join in the hunt for an

engineer being sought for the month -old slaying of Dallas building contractor

Arthur Bronson after a violent argument over safety precautions.

Failure to trap the killer has led to the belief that he may have crossed the

border to seek work in Mexico under an assumed name.

Mexican authorities have been requested to check all construction projects.

Were you looking for my references, Joe?

Here they are.

I thought something was wrong.

I felt it the minute you came here.

Now you're sure?

You mind putting that away?

So you can get yours?

I don't own a gun.

Let's see.

Get over there, Joe.

Satisfied?

Maybe.

Look, let me set you straight on how I feel about the Bronson killing.

Every engineer in the business knew what he was. A hard guy who cared more for a

buck than he did for the lives of his men.

He deserved what he got. And it'll suit me fine if they never catch the killer.

He did a lot of people a favor.

I wonder if a jury could be made to feel the way you do.

They would if they knew.

Would you gamble on convincing him?

I guess we understand each other, huh, Joe? All I understand is this.

There's no way out of here for either of us for five weeks.

Until then, I've got a tunnel to be dug. And I don't want to dig it worrying

about a gun at my back.

All right.

It'll stay right here until I need it.

Awake or asleep.

And I'm a light sleeper, Joe.

We've been waiting for.

It looks like solid rock.

Is that good, senor? It is if it goes deep enough.

We can blast anything over five feet. There, you want to pull a cord?

Yeah, but I want to shore up tight right to the head.

I should know you.

While you're shoring, I'll hook these and run the wire to the box.

I'll be ready to blast as soon as you're clear.

Or sooner.

You're nervous, Fred.

Yeah, but I'm not stupid.

Until that plane comes, we're digging a tunnel.

I'm keeping my promise. You keep yours.

I didn't make any.

I'll run the wire. You can be nervous.

I'm bossing this job. Well, finish it then.

Maybe you're last.

Or yours.

We'll see.

Hey, bro.

Help me with the core.

Knock it off.

Grab some timbers for shoring.

Is one of the men got a gun?

I don't know, senor.

It has nothing to do with the job. I need it for myself.

Miguel.

But he treasures it like his mother.

Here, whatever you have to, keep the rest for yourself.

I'll go right away. No, no, no.

Tonight, at the party.

Oh, Manuel.

What's the point?

It's not good.

My ears from the dynamite today.

I could not hear the music. I don't wonder.

The job is going well.

We moved 40 feet of rock today.

Do you think you were finished?

We've got a chance if we don't have any more cave -ins.

There is trouble, yes?

Between you and Joe.

Whatever gave you that idea?

I knowed it tonight.

And the men talk.

About what?

Why does Joe buy Miguel's gun?

What are you talking about?

Pedro told me. And you carry one, too. Why, Brett?

It's a personal reason, Maria. It doesn't concern you.

When one of you may die, is it right for that to happen?

Depends on the circumstances.

Does it?

Night, Maria.

Get up.

What's the matter?

Get up!

Where's what?

Get those bags up.

Get the bags up!

Now, get over there.

It's outside.

You want to tear the outside apart, too?

I'm going to watch you, Joe, every minute.

You can't do anything, Brett, until the plane comes.

And when it does, you better move fast.

Bullet core.

Watch it tight.

Better wire for a blast.

Help me! All right,

take it easy, boy.

Take him to the infirmary.

Well, we're back to dirt again.

If that rock hadn't given out.

Only four days left.

130 feet.

We're licked, Joe.

Get a crew in here to dig.

And I'll grab a couple of shovels for us.

What's the use of the figure? We've only got one more day.

Fifty -three feet.

Get the dynamite.

With unshored dirt?

Maybe it isn't all dirt.

There's even 30 feet of rock between here and the outcrop.

If.

It might hold.

I'm going to finish this job.

If I go down, the mountain goes with me.

Pull a core.

Here's luck, Brett.

Luck.

Check it, Manuel.

You leave tomorrow, Brett.

Yeah, I know.

have to kill me. You know that, don't you?

Why shouldn't I? I told you how I felt about the Bronson killing.

And the jury.

I could have killed you any time.

And it wouldn't have been like the way you killed Bronson.

So you're a cop.

I guess I knew it all the time.

What I don't get is why you waited so long to take me.

I made a deal with Rodriguez.

If he flew me in here, I'd let you finish the job.

I killed Bronson in self -defense, Brett. He pulled a knife on me.

I want you to believe that.

I do, Joe.

Maybe we can get a jury to believe it, too.

I'm sure it's obvious to everyone that my spirits are sagging.

I seem to have gone into eclipse.

Perhaps we'll both have a better view after the following.

You should have seen the balloon drop during that commercial.

I hope it isn't too symbolic.

Next week I shall return with soaring spirits and an uplifting story.

Until then, good night.