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A stark, perverse story of murder, kidnapping, and police corruption in a Mexican border town.
Quinlan: Come on, read my future for me. Tanya: You haven't got any. Quinlan: Hmm? What do you mean? Tanya: Your future's all used up.
[Last lines] Tanya: Isn't somebody gonna come and take him away? Schwartz: Yeah, in just a few minutes. You really liked him didn't you? Tanya: The cop did... the one who killed him... he loved him. Schwartz: Well, Hank was a great detective all right. Tanya: And a lousy cop. Schwartz: Is that all you have to say for him? Tanya: He was some kind of a man... What does it matter what you say about people? Schwartz: Goodbye Tanya. Tanya: Adiós.
Ramon Miguel 'Mike' Vargas: A policeman's job is only easy in a police state.
Tanya: We're closed. Quinlan: You've been cookin' at this hour? Tanya: Just cleanin' up. Quinlan: Have you forgotten your old friend, hmm? Tanya: I told you we were closed. Quinlan: I'm Hank Quinlan. Tanya: I didn't recognize you. You should lay off those candy bars. Quinlan: It's either the candy or the hooch. I must say, I wish it was your chili I was gettin' fat on. Anyway, you're sure lookin' good. Tanya: You're a mess, honey. Quinlan: Yeah. That pianola sure brings back memories. Tanya: The customers go for it - it's so old, it's new. We got the television too. We run movies. What can I offer you?
Pete Menzies: You're a killer. Hank Quinlan: Partly. I'm a cop. Pete Menzies: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Drunk and crazy as you must have been when you strangled him. I guess you were somehow thinking of your wife, the way she was strangled. Hank Quinlan: I'm always thinking of her, drunk or sober. What else is there to think about, except my job, my dirty job? Pete Menzies: You didn't have to make it dirty. Hank Quinlan: I don't call it dirty. Look at the record, our record, partner. Huh? Pete Menzies: Sure, sure, sure. Hank Quinlan: Well? All those convictions.
Quinlan: That's the second bullet I stopped for you.
[Quinlan fires a pistol at Vargas, not hitting him] Quinlan: That wasn't no miss, Vargas. That was just to turn you 'round, so I don't have to shoot you in the back. Unless you'd rather run for it.
Vargas: This isn't the real Mexico. You know that. All border towns bring out the worst in a country. I can just imagine your mother's face if she could see our honeymoon hotel.
Ramon Miguel 'Mike' Vargas: Susie, one of the longest borders on earth is right here between your country and mine. An open border. Fourteen hundred miles without a single machine gun in place. Yeah, I suppose that all sounds very corny to you. Susan: I could love being corny, if my husband would only cooperate.
Vargas: Captain, you won't have any trouble with me. Quinlan: You bet your sweet life I won't.
Quinlan: I don't speak Mexican. Let's keep it in English, Vargas. Vargas: That's all right with me. I'm sure he's just as unpleasant in any language. Sanchez: Unpleasant? Strange. I've been told I have a very winning personality. The very best shoe clerk the store ever had.
Mirador Motel night manager: It STINKS in here!
Tanya: He was some kind of a man. What does it matter what you say about people?
Quinlan: That was the last killer that ever got out of my hands.
Vargas: How could you arrest me here? This is my country. Quinlan: This is where you're gonna die.
Quinlan: An old lady on Main Street last night picked up a shoe. The shoe had a foot in it. We're gonna make you pay for that mess.
Schwartz: Intuition? Ramon Miguel 'Mike' Vargas: Why not? Quinlan doesn't have a monopoly on hunches.
Sanchez: What are you trying to do? Quinlan: We're trying to strap you to the electric chair, boy.
Ramon Miguel 'Mike' Vargas: This could be very bad for us. Susan: For us? Ramon Miguel 'Mike' Vargas: For Mexico, I mean.
Dist. Atty. Adair: An hour ago, Rudy Linnekar had this town in his pocket. Coroner: Now you could strain him through a sieve.
Susan: You know what's wrong with you, Mr Grandi? You've being seeing too many gangster movies. Mike may be spoiling some of your fun. 'Uncle' Joe Grandi: Mike? Susan: My husband, yeah! And if you're trying to scare me into calling him off, let me tell you something Mr. Grandi. I may be scared, but he wont be.
[first lines] Border Cop: Uh, you folks American citizens?
Quinlan: My game leg is startin' to talk to me.
Schwartz: So it turns out Quinlan was right after all.
Ramon Miguel 'Mike' Vargas: I'm saying more than that, Captain. You framed that boy. Framed him!
Vargas: [to Quinlan] What make you so very sure it was dynamite? Quinlan: My leg. Vargas: Your what? Pete Menzies: His game leg. Sometimes he gets a kind of twinge, like folks do for a change of weather. "Intuition," he calls it.
Pretty Boy: Hold her legs!
Vargas: Listen, I'm no cop now. I'm a husband! What did you do with her? Where's my wife? My wife!
Quinlan: [leaving strip-club] We're wasting our time here. Dist. Atty. Adair: I wouldn't say that...