The Wages of Fear (Le Salaire de la peur)

THE WAGES OF FEAR

Shaved ice!

Lemon, vanilla, coffee, horchata!

Alms for the poor, sir.

You should use some bleach on that dark skin of yours.

I'll bleach that tongue of yours!

Come on, Perla. Show me what you've got.

You're asking too much, wise guy.

Fine. Keep it then.

What a disgrace!

I hate mutts!

Who asked you?

Listen, doc, no one asked your opinion.

Some guys have all the luck.

I wouldn't mind a job like that.

It's for voters only. Got your card?

Godforsaken land. Never thought I'd be begging for work.

There's never work for tramps.

Well, what'll you have?

Make up your minds. What do you feel like?

A soda.

One soda for the bunch of you?

Get it and leave us alone!

You think I'm here to wait on you hand and foot!

Rosa, a soda for the doctor.

Right away, sir.

You're asking for it!

There's so little to entertain us here.

If it wasn't for this heat...

What are we hanging around here for?

- You coming tonight? - Maybe.

You got them? - In the flour sack.

Give me a kiss.

Hey, watch the clothes!

Linda, come here!

At the flour again, eh?

Don't I feed you?

I didn't eat your flour.

Caught in the act!

I'll show you!

Forget it.

Mind your own business.

He's itching for trouble.

You got some objection?

You're just a pack of tramps.

All you do is loaf around

and scare away the customers.

Scram or I'll call the cops.

You squealer.

They may be interested in your papers.

You'd turn us in?

I'm a citizen here, not a lousy foreigner.

A real credit to the white race!

What are you waiting for?

Did you hear me?

Beat it!

If I ever hear

that you even touched a hair on her head...

Me? I wouldn't hurt her.

On the contrary.

I only want to do her good. Don't I, baby?

Go to my room. I'll be right up.

Yes, sir.

Leave that.

You and your tricks!

Clear out of here, you lousy bum!

Cheap tramp!

Take it easy!

- Get lost! - You don't own the street.

Stay out here, then.

In the morning you can take a stroll down to immigration.

Dirty rat! Louse!

Your insults go in one ear...

You going up or not?

Where's that lazy hooligan?

Right here.

The mail! Didn't you hear the plane?

You should already be at the airport!

Hurry up!

You'll drive me out of business!

- What's this? - Can I go with you?

Move over, quick.

One day I'll find the right pilot.

He'll let me ride with the baggage.

I'll show him my US visa.

It's authentic. Did I ever show it to you?

To me and everyone else — a bad mistake.

Some guys might get ideas. Put it away.

Attention, please.

Everyone clear the field.

The International Airlines flight from the capital

is now landing on runway number one.

All passengers please proceed to customs.

Hi, Pepito. What's new?

Listen, boss, I've got a passport.

Your papers.

Next.

Next.

Step around.

Any baggage?

No.

- And no passport either, eh? - Yes, I have one.

What brings you here?

I don't know yet.

We'll put down "tourist."

- What's the problem? - A traffic jam.

Tito! Come on!

Come on, now!

The lady and the child.

That's right.

Smile. Don't move, please.

Hey, that'll be a dollar.

Wait. I may not stop here.

Alms for the poor?

You want an autograph or what?

You French?

A pleasure running into someone like you, kid, 'cause frankly...

- Where you from? - Paris, rue des Pyrénées.

I'm from Propriano.

Ah, a Corsican.

But I used to work in Paris.

They pay us too, you know.

Swell! This won't be as bad as I thought.

You just come from Tegucigalpa?

Could be.

Give me the lowdown.

I'm dead broke.

Anything doing here?

Let's try the saloon. Hernández isn't a bad guy.

Is it far?

Let's take the taxi. It'll look better.

The Corsair.

Hey, boss. I brought a pal along.

Haven't you screwed me over enough?

Wait a minute!

A sight for sore eyes.

Hi, buddy. Pay the taxi.

- Who is this guy? - I thought he was your pal.

- You know him? - By reputation.

Come along, kid.

Set one up for my pal too.

Sit down.

- Much obliged, sir. - Don't start with the formalities now.

You can call me Jo.

But to the others,

I'm Mr. Jo.

Get it?

Here's to you, Jo.

Cheers.

It'll all work out. Don't worry.

Not a bad joint.

You get tired of it.

It's none of my business, but how'd you ever pick this dump?

You don't always get a choice.

I had to beat it fast. Couldn't even get to the bank.

I hightailed it to the airport,

emptied my pockets and said, "Give me a $50 ticket."

And here I am.

This is Linda. A sweet kid.

So I see.

Say something. Be polite.

She's nice, but she's got no manners.

She's half savage.

I popped a button. Go on, now.

Get a load of the locals.

That one fell right out of a coconut tree.

You had any chow?

On the plane.

The meal was included.

Then pardon me while I get some grub.

Can't you get it here?

No, I've got a place in town. A man's gotta be independent.

Of course.

I won't be long.

You see? Didn't even have to look for it.

Of course.

Hey, pal!

You been mixing cement today?

I finished the framework.

We got a new mixer.

They might even give us a machine.

You don't know what I've been through.

Say, you rob a bank? Or is it your birthday?

It was a present.

Pasta again? - Stop your grumbling.

I'll make you a swell sauce.

No time. I'll eat it plain.

I've got a date. - With a woman?

What woman?

A man — a real one!

There.

- Thank you very much. - You're welcome.

I'm thirsty.

Got any money?

Take it out of my back wages.

Let's see.

Poor guy.

Two beers outside.

You must have gulped it down.

When I'm happy, I have no appetite. Here.