The Wrong Man

THE WRONG MAN

Sailing at four bells, so watch the Tequila and the women.

Four bells is 6 am. Walker. - See you then.

Wrong man. Wrong man.

Whisky por favor.

Its dog's piss you know. The've got to water it down, so it don't kill nobody.

Better chase it with something. Wanna beer? - No thanks.

God damned!

Thought you were somebody else for a second. Somebody I didn't feel like talking to.

So, what's a "gringo americano" like you doin' waltzin' around down here?

Just seeing the country. - Is that what you do? Just travel around?

Right now. Trying to find something better to do.

I like it! Where did you get that lighter? - I bought that in Hong Kong.

Imagine somebody sitting all day on his ass, carving that for years.

I'll tell you... What's your name? - Alex, Walker.

Felix Crawley. I'll tell you something Alexander.

I'll sell that to you, but it won't be cheap.

How much? - A thousand clamps.

So, what do you do down here, Felix? - Only thing there is to do. The monkey bussiness.

Smugling.

Yeah, well. I think I'll call it a night. Thanks.

God damn it, Alexander,

a young guy like you've got all the time in the world! Sit down.

Come on. I'm high society here. I'll get you whatever you want.

Señorita? - Alex, by dumb luck, you entered into the right place.

All your worries are over. - Rosita! Ven mi hija.

She's got a shaved cunt. That sort of thing makes men evil. Insane!

You lucky son of a gun. You're gonna work like a dog all night long.

Gonna be tired like hell.

What the hell did you say?

Well, she's a little in love with you,

so I told her, you'd screw her five times tonight.

Where do we go from here? - Don't worry, she'll show you.

Let me pay for the drinks. - Don't insult me with the god damned money.

I invited you. - Ok. Thank you.

What do I pay her? - Pay her after. Money is just a kindness anyway.

Like taking off your shoes, before you get into bed with a woman.

See you later! - Enjoy!

Jesus! I'm sorry, this is not gonna work out.

No, no, no. Here, let me just give you something...

That son of a bitch... he stole my wallet! That son of a bitch!

Te lo hago gratis! Get off me!

Get off me god damn it!

Donde es Felix?

Felix, you fucking bastard!

Felix?

Hell of a place you've got here.

Felix!

Thought you gave me the slip, huh?

What the hell is going on here?

Listen Felix. Just give me back my money, Ok.?

I don't give a fuck about you. Just give me back my money, all right?

I can't.

I'm dying.

Holy fucking Christ...!

Señor Felix? Is everything all right?

Ortega, you better have a very good reason to get me out of bed before the sun is up.

Homicide is a matter for the local police. Last time I heard.

Capitan, the suspect and victim are both foreigners.

That fact alone requires our attention as federal police.

But there may also be a smuggling angle here.

Smuggling? - His name is Felix Crawley.

It seems he was quite well known around the port.

They say he was involved in selling stolen goods from the States.

He was shot one hour ago. The suspect is probably american.

We have a description. - 28 years, 180 cm high...

brown hair, blue eyes.

No money.

What happened here? - A local cop almost got him.

And he escaped out the front door. - Out the front door?

Is there a back door? - Yes.

Ay, Ortega, this is a very stupid crime.

At least a "gringo" in Tampicosta shouldn't be hard to find.

Así es, capitan. I've taken the liberty...

...of getting the description to the hotels, the airport,

busses, trains. The usual procedure.

Muy bien, Ortega.

You see? You didn't need me after all.

Check all the ships in port.

I'm going back to bed.

Ships in port...

Destino? - That one there.

Excuse me.

I believe they shoot car thieves in Mexico.

You do parlez the english language?

Yeah, and...

I'm not trying to steal your car.

Are you feeling all right? - Yeah. Sure, why?

Feel only too chipper.

Guess took one too many last night.

You must be looking for someone. - I don't know.

Crazy down here. Probably all a big mistake. - Yeah, probably.

So, what are you doing down here? - Nothing else to do. Monkey bussiness.

How nice. Are you buying or selling monkeys right now?

I'm sorry. I'm just trying to be funny. I'm a sailor. I jumped ship.

I could use a ride out of town.

You don't even know where I'm going.

Missy! Where are you Missy? - In the car!

Jesus, I'm in the car!

I've got something to tell you, Missy.

What? - I've fucking had it with these bags here. You understand?

You've got enough crap with you, to make the eyes bug out of the O'Biddies and K-mart.

I only brought a few nice things, because I thought we might be going somewhere nice.

Where'd you think we'd be going? The Ritz?

Next time you ain't comming. I'm tired of all the bitchin'.

Honey... if you was in trouble down here, who would you go to for help?

What are you talking about? I wouldn't be in trouble.

But if I was, I'd keep away from the "El spicos". Find myself some good old americans.

Hi. I'm Alex Walker. I'm looking for some good old americans.

That was wonderful. Honey, I told Alex he could ride along with us.

Mills is my name. - He's nobody's friend, so nobody calls him Philip.

And I'm Missy. So pleased to meet you.

Don't let yourself get fooled by her. Honey, try to be decent for a change.

How are you gonna do that? - Easy...

Capitán ... a gringo answering our description bought a ticket to Costa Rica.

But he's not on the bus. Or any of the others We're searching the area, sir.

Once again, you have demonstrated complete competence, Ortega.

I could have stayed in bed.

I don't think that's our man sir. - Muchas gracias Ortega. I am tired, not blind.

Well, who are you? What are you doing down here?

And what have you been doing lately besides falling down the road?

Yeah, I did get pretty shit faced in Tampico last night.

First mate warned us about that tequila.

Alex is a sailor. He's strong, 'cause he eats his spinach.

Well, it says, get a lay of the old "terra firma" since we'll be travelling together.

Is something bothering you? I'd be more than happy to hear about it.

Jesus, just making friendly conversation?

You're not afraid of a little friendly conversation are you?

Friendly conversation? No! What, why would I be?

You tell me. - Tell you what?

I don't know. Maybe you've got something to hide.

Excuse me for saying so sir, but is that any of your bussiness?

That's what I like! some shit in your shoes. If something strikes me as odd, I'll say so.

Well, you said so... - I ain't finished.

You've got a stain on your sleeve. From where I'm sitting it looks like a blood stain.

Some guy tried to rob me. I labeled him on the nose, and I guess he bled on me.

Must have been some kick-ass.

He got my clothes dirty, I lost some money. That's about it

How come I got this feelin' you're bullshittin' me?

Jesus, Philip! Alex is a sailor, he jumped ship. So... now, he's here.

Why did you jump ship? - I didn't mean to.

She was just ready to leave before I was.

If you're going anywhere near Veracruz, maybe I could get back on.

This road don't go anywhere else. Don't you know that? - Yeah. Sure!

I ain't so shure you do.

You don't interest me much yet. Maybe we could be friends even.

But I'll tell you right now, somebody does me wrong, they better watch out.

Fine.

So, this car must be worth some money down here. - Fix her up, she's worth a fortune

Its a rich man's car, only I ain't rich yet.

But I am God damned on the track, Alex my boy.

You live somewhere down here? - No, we keep a little place in Mexico City.

I'm a freight solicitor. You know much about that end?

Yeah, all the way down to the Guatemala border is my country.

Old Missy likes to come along.

And I go to see my clients. She ain't got nothin' else to do.

Honey, I think we're gonna have visitors.

Damned it.

Registration, por favor. Si, con permiso.

Señor, you were driving over the yellow line.

Yellow line? There is no goddamed yellow line! Show me the yellow line!

Sweetheart please, you're gonna get us thrown in jail.

You mind pissin' off a minute, can't you see I'm makin' bussiness with the locals here?

It was back a couple of kilometers. You want to have a look?

No! I haven't got all day to go up and down the road. This means a fine, right?

Gracias señor. Drive carefully.

Buenas tardes! - El spico bastard!

Glad I hooked up with the good guys. - Damned right!

Ortega...

Did anybody find any money on Felix Crawley? - No Sir. Not a single centavo.

The waiter told us he saw a lot of money in the gringo's wallet.

There wasn't any when I found it.

So where the hell is the money? - The gringo must have taken it.

I don't know. Maybe there was someone else.

This Walker kid just does not feel like a murderer to me.

We got this from the americans.

Alexander Reed Walker.

Outstanding warrant for failure to appear on a charge of second degree murder.

He jumped bail four months ago.

I guess I couldn't be more wrong? - Well Sir, you were right about checking the port.

We found an A. Walker listed on the manifest of a cargo ship.

What ship? - The Starfish. But it left here at six this morning.

As this Walker was seen at the busstation around seven, he can't be on board.

No, I guess not. If I were him, I'd be half way to Texas by now.

Ortega, he missed the bus. And you have the trains and airports covered.

How do you figure he's gonne get there? - I don't know, sir.

But I think this guy is smart. Very smart. He got away from the americans.

And I'm sure he fooled them by leaving his wallet at the scene of the crime.

Running out the front door and trying to catch a bus out of town.

Sir, I still think he's smart. - You're obviously right, Ortega.

I think you've got this guy all figured out.

If I was Alexander Reed Walker, I'd be shaking in my boots right now.

All Philip's bussiness' are in places like this. Perfectly horrid.

Let's go for a walk.

Have you ever been to Charleston, South Carolina? - No. Is that where you're from?

Eons ago. It was another world back then.

I used to live in a big brick house, three stories high. Used to have parties, dances.

Sorry I didn't know you then.

You know, I had a boyfriend once, who looked exactly like you. - Yeah?

I met him in New York. He's a photographer.