Want me to go call him up?
No.
You want a cup of coffee?
No.
You wanna go?
You OK?
Uh-huh.
I'm betting you're awake in there.
Are you?
What do you want?
- Figured I'd like to talk to you. - About what?
Fuck do you care? You ain't making money at the side of the road. Get up. Start driving.
Put me in the cab. I keep you up.
- You're with the Teamsters. - That's right.
I can't take you. They find out you rode my cab, I'm out of a job.
You best get used to it cos I'm coming with you.
- The fuck you are. - Fuck I'm not.
- I said, get the fuck off my cab. - Have a cigarette.
I said, get the fuck out. They find you in here, it's my job.
What fucking kind of pussy are you? Some guy in Duluth tells you who stays in the cab?
Listen to me. Listen to me. I know what that is, baby.
Your driving cig burns down, keeps you from falling asleep at the wheel.
I know, I been there. I got scars of my own. That's why I want you to listen to me.
Get the fuck out of my cab.
Baby, you got the balls, and you might get lucky and kill me.
Barring that, you'll hear my speech about the Teamsters, so just drive the fucking truck.
All that I'm saying is there's a lot more there for us.
It's right, it's just, it's due us, it's possible.
The downtime pay, pay for deadhead and medical.
All the things I've been saying.
Bobby, not only is it possible, it's right there.
When they have to negotiate, they say to you, "Ride with the Teamsters, lose your job."
- They treat us like dirt. - I know that.
They got us driving to pay the rent. Every couple of weeks, someone falls asleep.
- I know that. - Stuck 10 hours, rig broke down, no pay.
Yeah, I know that. We're trying to strike the company, you see.
- I can't go out on strike. - You can't afford not to go.
- How you gonna get back to your cab? - Another driver just like you, baby.
- Now, listen to me. I want you to stop by... - I can't sign up with you.
You will sign up, but I didn't say sign up. I said stop by.
All right, pull this thing over right here. You don't wanna be seen with me.
Things been a little tough. You know kids...
Don't count on their best efforts. Negotiate from a position of strength.
What can they take away from you? Put it down.
Put it down. If they put it down, then they can't do nothing.
Bobby, how you doin'?
You're saying "I don't know." "But I need my job."
I'm saying, guarantee your job.
Guarantee your wage. You're working for peanuts...
- What's going on? - Fella the Teamsters.
- What's he want? - Strike.
Hey, let's get to work. Come on, let's move a little faster, huh?
Let's get going. Ciaro, you're on number ten.
- Fitzgrieg, you haul it out. - Stop their exploitation.
I see a man with the power of an international union to eliminate all this bullshit.
Let them move the fuckin' crates. Let's see how long they'll never negotiate.
They've been feeding you dog shit, telling you it's Cream of Wheat.
You, too. Hey, I've had it with you.
I ain't afraid of these cocksuckers. I ain't afraid of nobody.
What are you afraid of? Hey, you.
You, you son of a bitch. You. You. Yeah.
You rode with me 85 miles, smoked my cigarettes, listened to my jokes.
After what I did for you, what are you gonna do for me, huh? Huh?
You just cost me my job.
You cost me my fucking job. You cost me my job.
You cost me my fucking job.
Put it down. Put the crate down. You men, put the crates down.
- Let it spoil. - Hey, where do you think you are, a picnic?
Put the fucking crates down. Cross the line. Join the Teamsters.
That's right. That's right. Put it down.
Pick that crate up.
You don't need some manager.
You don't need some manager telling you what's true.
You don't need to worry about killing no fucking golden goose.
You guys want your jobs? Get back to work.
Don't you got mouths to feed? You can't fight back.
- Get outta here, will ya? - I'm sick and tired of talking to you.
- Quit coming in here. No union. - You're wearing me out. Crumb.
Ladies.
- Walk a little bit here. - What the fuck you want?
You cost me my job.
- And what? - I'm gonna cut your throat.
You're obviously a man with a profound sense of justice.
- Is there a problem? - I got no quarrel with you.
Yes you do, lad. You got a beef with my partner, you got a beef with me.
Pull a knife while a guy's unprotected.
- Get fuckin' back. - No.
I couldn't have that on my conscience.
See?
Life's a negotiation. It's all give and take.
I'm sorry I cost you your job.
I'm oh, so sorry.
And yes, yes, and...
- Everything I did, why? - To help the working man.
- You're fuckin' A. - And I'm a working man. So's Jimmy.
Just the same as you. You gotta eat, I gotta eat.
I got no desire what I do hurts you.
You got a beef with me. What can I do to help?
- Cos everybody's got a right to eat. - That's right.
Take these cocksuckers. Honest laundryman, signed with the Teamsters.
- Some cocksucker. - You see that guy?
I'm goin' to see him tonight.
Some guy - be it you, the trucks, some guy out of laundry...
We are out there. Jimmy's out there. Organizing.
So the strength of collective bargaining protects the working man.
Some cocksucker won't organize, won't join,
won't come along, let�s his brother pay the price,
but won't he take the benefits his brothers have accrued?
You fuckin' know he will.
Nobody wanted to hurt you.
What am I gonna do for money?
- Can he drive a truck? - That's where I met him, isn't it?
You want a bit of work? One night.
Give me the fuckin' knife.
You wanna go around, buy a gun. Go like a white man.
This cocksucker...
"The Idle Hour Laundry."
Cop comes by two minutes.
We'll let him pass.
- How'd you do on the west side? - Working on it.
I got the guys, Mallory Plant. I'm gonna talk to 'em tomorrow.
Yeah. Hey. There he is.
Yes, indeed.
Right into the thick of things.
- Here we go. - I got it.
You stay here. Turn the motor on, put it in gear.
Shit.
Holy shit.
Jesus Christ.
- Jimmy. - The fucker blew up.
- Jimmy. - Jesus.
Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
Get somebody. Where's the fuckin' phone?
Get a phone. Oh. Get a fuckin' phone.
Jesus, it just fuckin' blew up.
He got out the cab,
and ran in to see what the thing is
that he thought he heard screaming in the joint.
He goes in...
And who's this? is that the way it happened?
- Yeah. - Why?
It is.
- How's the other fella? - He's dying in there.
Amen.
There may still be enough time, my son, to rid your soul of whatever sin there may be,
and if you did this thing, simply to confess and lay it before God.
- I... - What?
Yes, my son, what is it?
Billy Flynn.
Wasn't he?
Fuckin' good old days.
You cost me my job, Jim.
You cost me my fuckin' job.
Fuck you.
You're wearing me out.
Never let a stranger in your cab.
Uh-huh.
Never let a stranger in your cab, in your house, or in your heart,
unless he is a friend of labour.
Ain't that the truth.
But if he is that friend of labour...
Want a cup of coffee?
But if he is that friend of labour...
But if he is a friend to labour, he's the only friend you've got.
And you'd best listen to that man.
If he's got the scars on his knuckles,
if he's got the muscles in his arms,
if he's been out on that road, like you and me, then he's the only friend you've got.
Are you listening? The only friend you've got.
The race, the race of labour...
- We're the union, boys. - ...like the race of Israel of old, is saddened...
He knows the words, but he don't know the music.
Hey, Pally.
Team up with people who'll stand by you. To the Kreger Company, you're part of the truck.
You're just part of the truck, you're the nut behind the wheel.
The minute they find a way to replace you...
Get the fuck down off my cab.
- Get back, Jimmy. - All right. All right.
Fuck gonna shoot me, the fucking scab.
- Jimmy, how you doing? - Fine, Fitz.
Somebody ought to shoot that motherfucker. Let him organize the dead.
Hey.
They're letting them in.
It don't look good.
Hey. Get down off them trucks.
You stupid dago. Get down off those trucks. You fuckin' scabs.
That's my job you're taking away from me.
You scab bastards, you. Hey. Hey. Come here.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah.
You think they're gonna be loyal to you, huh? Crossing over this line?
- Get out of the way. - You know what you are to them?
A scab, just like you are to us. A fucking scab.
Fuck you. Get out of the way.
Hey, we're blowing this fuckin' strike, Fitz.
I better organize some people this week, or my family ain't gonna eat.
Where's the justice in that?
Oh, hell.
We're gonna get in another punch-up.
If we can just keep these fuckin' dagos off our backs...
- Just keep your head down. - Yeah, yeah.
Are you listening? Are you listening?
We're with the Teamsters. We're with you.
Pull these trucks over. What's the matter with you?
Jimmy.
Some people wanna see you.
He said "What are you afraid of?"
Tell him it's none of his fuckin' business.
Go on. Tell him what I said.
He said to say that you're costing him money and that
you're pissing on his whole operation.
I wanna...
He said to shut up.
He said, why shouldn't he take you out in the alley and beat you until you beg for death?
This is the question.
When you fuck with the livelihood of the people under his protection,
why shouldn't he kill you?
He said, if you were in his place what would you do?
Tell him he gives me a cup of coffee, I'll answer his questions.
Don't go anywhere. I'm gonna need you here.
Now,
Here's the situation that we got here.
Bring your man D'Alli in. He'll understand the numbers.
Kreger's got lettuce rotting all over the south side of the city.
You're runnin' men in to break the strike.
The strike goes nowhere, the people go nowhere. Doesn't do anybody any good.
We'll win the strike. Thank you very much.
The thing of it is, see...
All right, all right. The end of the strike...
Let me have your attention for a minute.
...is due to one thing and one thing only.
To the efforts of one man who went out there,
who went out there in the cold,
who was out there day and night,
speaking the word, spreading the word.
And the word was Teamsters.
The word was unity.
And it overcame the scabs.
And it overcame the company.
It made the day, and it made us our contract.
Here's the man who led us through that fight,
the man who beat Kreger, who broke them down and who took us in,
our new business manager,
Red Bennett.
Thank you, thank you. Listen to me. Listen to me.
This is a very embarrassing position for me.
Ha. You bet.
None of us who were there,
none of us, are undeserving of recognition.
It was the group, as it always is.
The group.
Full of shit.
You don't get the wops to back off, we don't win the strike.
- That's right. - Hey, this is my nephew.
- Petey Connelly. - Pleased to meet you.
Hi.
Hey, Petey, Petey, I'll catch up with you later.
- Jimmy. - Yeah, I'm terrific.
- I got a lot to learn from you. - That's true.
- How did you do it? - You don't wanna know.
- Yes, I do. That's why I asked. - Oh, I see.
- I wanna know. - You're drunk.
I tell you, you go show off tomorrow morning, tell your nephew.
Jim. Jim, I'm born. I'm bred.
- Yeah. - I wanna know.
I wanna put this together. I wanna be the guy th...
I'm sure you do, Fitz. So I'm gonna give you a piece of advice.
Don't ask for something that it's a burden to you if you get it.
Huh?
Like information or something, huh?
Like what a guy did.
You want to know what I did?
I told the wops "Don't drive the Kreger trucks."
"Scab labour. Help the Teamsters."
They said "Why should I?" I said "Teamsters drive the Kreger trucks."
"Half the trucks we drive, we take 'em to a warehouse of your choosing,
and you steal the contents."
What do you think of that, Fitz? Does it shock or delight you?
- Jimmy. - Yeah.
There's a negotiating tactic you can use next time you get all jammed up.
What a fuckin' guy. Hey, look.
I'm gonna go out, get drunk, get laid.
I don't blame you for it. It was a famous victory.
Come with me.
Nah, I'm busy. You go get laid.
Fucking guy.
So why'd you tell him?
The thing of it is, a guy's close to you, you can't slight him.
You can't slight that guy. A real grievance can be resolved.
Differences can be resolved. But an imaginary hurt?
A slight?
That motherfucker gonna hate you till the day he dies.
Should I have told him?
6-to-5 and pick 'em.
And so we move on.
- Ain't that something? - Yeah. You did good.
Yeah.
Al. Pretty chilly tonight.
- Oh, yeah. I feel it in my bones. - All right.
So how much money you make organizing?
- What? - How much money you make organizing?
All right?
- Give you a hand? - Yeah.
A man who ain't afraid to get his hands dirty.
I ain't afraid to get 'em dirty or get 'em bloody. I ain't afraid of a fuckin' thing.
I'll tell you why. Cos I'm a member of a brotherhood.
Jimmy Hoffa, Local 299, International Brotherhood of Teamsters.
Now go around, get a big stone or something, chock up this back wheel.
You want some help?
$10 each new member, 10% of the first year's dues.
That's what you make?
What I make is none of your fuckin' business.
It's what I'll pay you, you come in with me. I wanna tell you something...
I'll listen to any man ain't afraid to get his hands dirty.
First man I ever seen go out of his way to help a trucker.
Someday this man will be president of the United States.
Fuck that. Someday I'm gonna be president of the Teamsters.
Now I want you to listen to me. When this tin Lizzie breaks down, who pays you?
I'll tell you. Nobody, that's who pays you.
Same as who pays you when you got the downtime and the deadhead.
When there's nothing in there, who's your partner? He makes you his partner.
When it's time to give the ham-and-eggers a Christmas bonus,
does he make you his partner then? No. I'll tell you when he makes you a partner...
- You armed? You packin'? - Always, Jimmy. Always.
- Don't lighten up on me now. - Oh, no.
I'm serious, Bobby.
- Did I get to be this old? - You got the piece stashed at the roadhouse?
Can you get to it?
You wanna go check it?
- I'll check it if you need that, but it's there. - Go check it.
Where the fuck's D'Allesandro?
I don't know.
- Why don't you call him up? - He ain't gonna be in.
Call him up. Where is he?
What the fuck? I'm sitting here fuckin' shotgun for a simple meeting, fuckin' guy.
- I'm sorry he ain't here. - You fuckin' wops.
You people.
You cocksucker, why you wanna be born into a race like that?
- Bad judgment. - You're fuckin' A well told.
You go sit, look out the roadhouse, huh? The booth the meeting's supposed to be.
Call the motherfucker. Tell me. Thing is, I'm not sitting here all day.
- I'll call him. - Leave me the piece.
- I'm gonna go naked? - You got the one at the roadhouse.
What are you worried about?
Get outta here. Do something for a living.
Blew a fucking rod and busted through the fan belt.
I'm supposed to be in Cleveland four o'clock.
I know. What am I, a fucking idiot? I know.
The booth.
Excuse me. There's a big sign - "booth reserved."
- What? - Way it is.
- OK, come on. I was just going, anyway. - Sorry.
- One coffee here, two to go. - You got it.
Will you give me a fucking break? Hey, hey, look. Get it out to me, OK?
Because I can't move my fucking rig without it.
Look, just get it to me. Would you just get it to me?
Hey, I need it. I need it. Would I call if I didn't need it? I need it.
Hey, look, just tell him I'll get back to him, all right? When?
Five minutes. Five minutes. Thank you.
Fuck you.
- I need that back in five minutes. - Fuck off outta here. I'm busy.
Yeah. This is Bobby Ciaro.
Sal, where is he?
Because I'm asking. Because I'm sitting out here to meet with the fella.
When was that?
Well, then, where is he?
If he calls, you give him the 7488 number, the booth, the roadhouse.
And we're waiting, but we aren't gonna wait all day.
You can't use it, son. I'm sorry.
Who the fuck are you?
Excuse me, will you? You're blocking the view.
Who are you?
- You a union driver? - Yeah, I'm a union driver.
That's who I am.
That's who the fuck I am.
Wait a minute. I am a man with a legitimate grievance and a legitimate position.
I'm here in the legitimate interest of my fellow Teamsters
and my fellow drivers, who, under the law, have a right to elect...
You say legitimate?
Your people, for the last six weeks, have tied up this entire nation...
- My people? - Your people.
My people? What about your people?
The over-the-road drivers have a right to a decent wage, to representation...
- President Roosevelt had decreed... - Hey. I'm an American citizen,
but President Roosevelt, in all due respect to him, don't make the laws.
And neither do the newspapers.
When President Roosevelt and when the newspapers
are hired by the Teamsters to replace me, then I will abide by your opinion.
Wait a minute. Would you wait one minute?
Get the fuck out of my way.
- Will the president send in the troops? - Are the Teamsters gonna back down?
The Teamsters are not gonna back down.
We have been out six weeks. We can stay out 600.
And we will prevail because of the strength of our almost one million members
in the organization of the Railway Transport Agency and in the improvement...
Am I going too fast for you? Of the living conditions of their working men.
I believe the correct place to negotiate...
I don't give a shit what you believe. We are working men,
and the law of the land says that we have the right to collective bargaining.
I have men that I am responsible to that have sent me here to negotiate.
I sit in a room and I am told "Take it or leave it" for the last three months.
I say I leave it. I cannot accept an offer that I am not empowered to accept.
And you throw the president in my face.
I'm gonna tell you something. I'm gonna tell it to you straight...
And who are the Secret Service?
They are the Pinkertons of old.
- Jim? - They are...
I don't think a lot of guys know who the Pinkertons are.
Are you fucking writing this? You wanna write this?
- Jimmy... - Get him outta here. Get outta here, Pete.
- Jimmy, telephone call. - I don't wanna talk to nobody.
- It's Dan Tobin. - Did I say I don't wanna talk to nobody?
- Did I say who I did wanna talk to? - He says he needs to talk to you.
- Get outta here. - He says he needs to talk to you.
All right. Give me that phone. Hello. Dan?
No? What the fuck am I gonna do? I gotta hold out.
Dan. Dan.
Dan, they're giving me nothing that I...
The membersh...
Listen. Listen.
Listen, they're gonna... They're gonna cave.
Give me another week, and I...
You wanna run this local, come down here. You wanna unseat me? You tell me.
Barring that... Barring that...
Jimmy, what does Tobin want?
What's he want?
He wants the president to like him.
Wants me to call off the march tonight.
Wants me to settle RTA.
Don't you got to?
He wants to run this local, he can come down here.
He wants to replace me, let him do that.
- If Tobin says... - Yeah, yeah.
Can you get me there?
If Dan Tobin wants to tell me something that I don't know...
- Come down. I'll listen to him. - Yeah, you're right, Jimmy. You're right.
When the president of the United States comes out against the working man...
- The fucking local is a ship upon the sea. - Right, Jim.
The man on board...
Can you get me there?
- Yes, sir. - Pick it up, Petey.
Get down. Get down.
Stay down. Stay down.
Who the fuck is it?
Looks like the fucking safety patrol.
- I'll go talk to 'em. - Where you going?
- Give me the umbrella. - Where you going?
- Don't worry. - I got him.
- Keep 'em covered. - Stay down.
Said there's gonna be an ambush. Course there's gonna be an ambush.
- Always good to see you out here. - How you doing, Jimmy?
- Jimmy. - We're getting to 'em now.
We're getting to 'em now. That's right.
- You marching on 'em tonight? - We're working on that.
- How you doing? - I'm fine.
- Hey, Jimmy. - Jim, Jim, message.
Call Dan Tobin, New York, right away, this number.
- All right. - He says hold off the march.
- Thank you. - He says the mood of the newspapers...
Am I fuckin' deaf? I heard you. Get back in the line.
- Go get 'em, Jim. - I will, don't worry.
I'm gonna get 'em, all right. Fellas, good to see you out here.
You're doing a good job. Doing a good job.
They're gonna cave in, don't you worry.
How are you, kid? Hey, Bob, how you doing?
I've been good. Good to see ya. How's it going? Huh?
- I been better. - You holding up? Family eating?
- Eating something. - Uh-huh.
Been better fed.
People out here, they wanna hold out or they wanna go back in?
Lot of people in the union, even, they say take the offer, go back in.
Uh-huh.
- I'm Jimmy Hoffa. - I know who you are.
International wants me to call the strike off. Cops say there's gonna be violence.
What do you think I should do?
Don't make a difference what I say. You're gonna do what you figure you got to do.
- Aren't you? - Yeah, that's right.
Ain't that what we pay you for?
- What's the kid's name? - Does it make a difference?
- No, it don't. - They're all called something, aren't they?
Indeed they are.
- Attaboy, Jimmy. - Thank you.
- Mr. Hoffa, we ready? - Huh?
- We ready to march? - Yeah, we're ready.
I don't think they're gonna do a goddamn thing.
- Do you? What do they gain by violence? - Yeah, that's a good one, all right.
We're ready. It's time, Mr. Hoffa. It's time.
What you gonna do, Jimmy?
Don't you think we better call it off? If Tobin says call it off, don't you gotta?
Jimmy.
Stay down. Stay down.
Fuck me.
If Tobin, the president, newspapers, everybody else in the world says I'm wrong,
I gotta be right. All right.
- Brothers. - Yeah.
- Brothers, can you hear me? - Yeah.
Look at them up there, sitting on their fat asses,
drinking coffee and eating doughnuts.
- Have you had enough of it? - Yeah.
We're gonna march on the RTA headquarters.
We're gonna demand that they recognize the Teamsters.
We are gonna hold together in good order,
and we are gonna get what we came down here for.
Let's get over there. Come on. That's right.
I'm sick to death of them. Come on.
- Mr. Hoffa, are we gonna win this strike? - Mister, we have won this strike.
We won it the minute we started across this railroad yard.
Move back, boys.
The right to organize, eh?
Fuck their right to organize. These cocksuckers shot at me.
- You could've anticipated... - In every conflict there are casualties.
The question is, what has been lost and what has been gained?
- What about... - Make the rest of it up yourself.
Hey. Get these guys.
Come on, boys.
- Joey. - Mom. Mom.
- Mom. - Joey. Joey.
- Mom. - Joey.
- Mommy. - Joey.
Mommy. Mommy. Mommy.
Come on, you scabs. Come on, you fuck, come on.
- Come on, let's tip this fuckin' thing over. - Push the fuckin' thing over.
Mommy. Mommy.
Mommy.
Over here. Over here. I got him.
- Get him off me. - Come on, come on.
...who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.
Amen.
Lord, we wanna pray for the people who have fallen.
For their men who fell. For their children, Lord,
who must carry on with the knowledge that their fathers fell in a just cause.
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death. Amen.
D'Alli's outside.
You want anything?
- Jimmy, I... - Thank you, Fitz. Pete.
We're...
- We're so... - I appreciate it.
- I'm really sorry, James. - Thank you.
We are left with this. For unto them...
- This meat is very good. - Thank you, Frankie.
- James R, is there anything that I can do? - Yeah. Bring my wife a sandwich.
- ...praise the Lord... - Some fuckin' Mick on a podium.
- Isn't it? - ...delivered the soul of the poor
from the hands of the evildoers.
- D'Alli. - Jimmy.
Thanks for coming.
Nothing's ever settled by violence.
I heard that before.
They're always looking to you, aren't they?
Yeah. "What do we do?"
"What do we do now?"
"What do we do next?"
No one pardons us, Jimmy.
If they could, we wouldn't let 'em.
They'd rather some people die through your mistake,
than that they lived
but that they lacked a leader.
We got things to do.
He was such a good boy.
From the bottom of my heart, I wish I could change places with him, Mrs. Innes.
Yeah?
Bobby.
Where the fuck...?
Well, where is he?
Well, why don't you know?
Where's D'Al...
No. Hey, baby, we got a meet, and where is he? Find him.
Black. Two. Give 'em to me.
- Waiting? - What?
- Waiting? - Yeah, that's right.
Blew a fuckin' torque rod. I'm sitting here eating it.
Told me he'd get it to me four hours ago. I'm waiting.
That's rough.
I want you to do me a favour. That phone rings, whoever it is,
say "He'll be right back." I'm running out to the car.
- Black. Two. - There you go.
- Union business? - Yeah, that's what it is.
I'm going out to the car. I'll be right back.
What's at the car?
What's at the car is my guy. What's in here is you watching the phone.
You help me out, I'll make a phone call, I'll get somebody to shoot you out that rod.
Who's your guy?
So who's your guy?
Who's your guy that all the time you gotta run to him?
What's wrong with just staying here?
- I like you so much. - I like you, too. You're fine.
Oh, fuck. What I am is I'm late.
There's a time to shirk and a time to work.
- Here. - I don't want your money.
I didn't go with you because of the money.
Don't forget what you said. I'll be back a few hours.
- Jim. - Bobby.
I got news. He said he'd have to go with Test Fleet.
- He'll lease 20 trucks from you. - He said he'd go?
As it was laid down with what we said we'd do, what he said he'd do, that he'd do it.
Good. Sign him up Test Fleet, and send him my thanks,
and send him a bottle of...
- What's that shanty Irish prick drink? - Crown Royal.
All right, send it to him, and send him a little note with it, says:
"A good business deal benefits all."
Ah,
just tell him I said thanks.
- D'Alli, how are you? - How's your wife?
- She's good. - How's your boy?
He's good.
- How's your new kitchen coming along? - It's costing me an arm and a leg.
- You should do it yourself. - I am.
That's how come it's so goddamn expensive.
Nobody says fuckin' nothin' about anythin' to do with fuckin' business, right?
Right, Jimmy. No business, no business.
- We're gonna have a good time. - Right. We're just gonna relax, take it easy.
We loan it out. 20 million.
You take the breakage of a half point, plow it back, skim it, give it to the dog.
- How do I plow it back? - You take your pension fund...
- What are you gonna whack your guys? - What am I gonna whack 'em?
My idea of the pension fund, even each guy 100 bucks a year.
Bear with me. Whatever. You're now the bank.
- I'm with you. - You got your notes out?
What notes? Fitz, give me a pencil. Hold this.
You give us control straight up, we'll start off 20 million.
- 20 million. - We'll loan it out.
Give me a piece of paper.
20 million loan. Go a little slower. I need notes. Write it out.
- I'll make it simple. - All right. Go ahead.
All right. Look.
You take your 20 mil. We're gonna put it out.
- We pay five points. That's one mil a year. - One mil.
- Two and a half points, that's 25 grand. - On top the mil?
- Perfectly legit. Call it a service charge. - Now, the rate goes up, the loan goes up.
The rate goes up, loans go up, everything goes up.
Same two and a half?
Let me go back.
- We're going to Nevada. - Going Nevada.
The down, 20 mil.
Teamsters getting, I'm talking basically, three streams of income,
which all are, mind you, legal. They're all legal.
Your money, four and one half per cent.
- That yearly? - Yearly, of the total.
- Yearly. - Yearly.
- All right, you say the points... - Just let me finish.
One - four and one half per cent of the total.
Basically.
As what?
Two and a half service charge and the one and a half as what?
- Let me finish. - All right.
- This is the same two and a half plus the... - No, no, let me finish.
Fuckin' crazy.
Go ahead. Get up, Fitz. The fighting's over.
Four percent. Listen to what I'm telling you. Different scenario, OK?
- Two and a half and four, say 40. - That's the one and a half...
- No, different scenario... - Beautiful.
This goombah, this guinea, reaches under his coat, takes out his piece.
Kaboom. There goes the deer.
Can't even hunt for shooting targets.
Ya-boom, ya-boom, ya-boom. Great outdoorsman.
- Have to go over some of your testimony. - All I'll do is tell the truth.
- You shot a deer in cold blood? - He pulled a knife on me.
This goombah... Wait, wait, wait.
This goombah is reaching around in his pockets. Can't nobody find a knife.
He takes out a nail file. He's skinning a deer with a nail file.
International Brotherhood of Teamsters. Please let me through.
Hold it, buddy.
I have a very important message for James R Hoffa.
Not much huntin' he'd done up till here.
- James. James R. - Just a minute.
So hardly it occurs to me to ask him, heart in my throat:
"Bobby, where did you learn to skin?"
- James, I have a very important message. - I'm tellin' a story.
I'm tellin' a story. It's a very important message to you, you understand, not to me.
It's not that important to me at this moment.
- OK. - OK?
- Just a second. - All right, I'll tell you later.
Washington. So...
Come to order. Everybody take a seat, please.
I lost my train of thought. More about the great outdoors after the ladies' lunch.
- How's it gonna go? - How's it gonna go? I'm gonna win.
Right will prevail. This mooch. Why doesn't he get a job?
Trying to make a reputation for himself.
Wants a reputation? Why doesn't he rob a bank?
Someday you gonna organize the cops?
Hey, that's easy. Someday I'm gonna organize the crooks, then we all sit down.
Mr. Hoffa?
Nice suit, Jimmy.
Well, Jo got it for me. Didn't want me to look bad
next to the Senate committee and their lawyers.
Mr. Hoffa. Please take your seat.
Sister M.
- Frankie eating all his spinach? - Can you believe it?
Mr. Chairman...
Mr. Chairman, I would like to apologize for delaying these proceedings.
- On the night of March 13th... - Excuse me. Was I interrupting you?
- I thought you'd finished. - No, I was just expressing a thought.
It was of no consequence. You go on with what you had to say.
All right. All right. Well, then,
why don't we talk about Joe Holtzman?
- He was a close friend of yours? - I knew Joe Holtzman.
- He was a close friend of yours? - Now, just a moment, Bob.
I said I knew Joe Holtzman. He wasn't any particular friend of mine.
Your turn, Bobby.
Mr. Hoffa,
would you allow, as a Teamster official,
a man who is a Communist?
We don't have any Communists in our Teamsters...
- Just answer the question, please. - Just a moment, if you will.
That I know of. But if the membership saw fit
to elect a man who had been tagged - tagged, mind you, as a Communist -
and no proof was presented under our constitution,
and you don't have to read it to me because I helped write the article,
we would be not allowed to discharge him from his elected position.
is there any question in your mind
that Mr. Bridges and Goldblatt are Communists, Mr. Hoffa?
I don't know whether they are or not.
I'm not dealing with Khrushchev, I'm dealing with Goldblatt.
I deal with Goldblatt the way our Secretary Herter would deal with Khrushchev -
on the basis of what is good for the American worker, the American citizen.
- I'm not in bed with him. - Well, I...
- I don't think that the comparison holds. - That's what you think.
The fact that Mr. Bridges has ties with the Communist party leaders of the world.
Mr. Goldblatt is identified repeatedly as an important member of the Communist party.
These people are leaders of a local with whom you made an alliance.
I don't know if Harry Bridges is a Democrat... Excuse me.
I don't know if Bridges is a Communist or if Goldblatt is a Communist.
This is not the issue under the question of transportation unity,
but they're elected under the free democratic process of America and the Taft-Hartley laws.
Mr. Goldblatt filed for 10 years, according to his testimony, non-Communist affidavits.
You think it's wrong, you investigate that.
There is no question about Mr. Goldblatt. There can be a question about Mr. Hoffa...
Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Just a moment. Don't you say anything about a question about Hoffa.
There is no question about Hoffa, and don't you say that either.
Don't you say that I'm a Communist or even affiliated with one.
You said that enough around this country, and I want the American press to know
that I resent the fact that there is any inference that I am a Communist,
that I am associated with or controlled by Communists,
and don't you use this as a sounding board for headlines for that purpose.
And I appeal to the chair that that be taken out of the record,
and that nobody cast any aspersions about my loyalty to this country.
I object to that.
I'll straighten the record out. I was talking about Mr. Bridges and Mr. Goldblatt.
- Don't put me in their class, then. - Did you put him in their class?
No, I just said that although there might be some question about Mr. Hoffa...
Instead of... What I said was "Hoffa" instead of "Mr. Bridges".
What I meant to say was that although there might be some question about Mr. Bridges,
there is no question about Mr. Goldblatt.
- Evidently, you agree with the same thing. - Just one moment...
You agree, otherwise you wouldn't have said "Don't put me in their class."
Don't put me in their class that they're tagged.
In a class that they're tagged, I said. But I want to have, if you will, sir,
the record cleared that there are no aspersions made in any way
that I am associated with or controlled or any part of the Communist party.
I resent it, sir.
All right. All right.
We refer now
to the pension fund.
To your stewardship, we could say, to your creation of same.
In amassing these funds, this war chest, this unholy war chest...
Mr. Kennedy, you have used this term "a war chest",
to which you have now added "unholy"...
- Wait a minute... - If I may finish.
You may finish in a moment, sir. When I am done, then you may finish.
The movement of organized crime into the ranks of labour,
the corruption of leading Teamster officials with gangsters...
Mr. Chairman. Mr. Chairman. If I might. Point of order. If I might.
It is unfair to allow this impression to exist publicly, as it's created by these hearings,
that I am controlled by gangsters.
I am not controlled by 'em.
I would be very sympathetic if it wasn't for a fact you got people in Detroit,
at least 15 who have police records. You've got Joey Glimco in Chicago.
I say you're not tough enough to get rid of these people.
I don't intend to be tough. I don't wanna be tough.
I intend to follow the constitution of the International Brotherhood of Teamsters.
We're talking about the vicious cooption of the field of labour, and you sit there, sir,
who have single-handedly created this monster,
who have forged this bond with improper, with criminal activity...
If it please the committee, my client has been convicted of nothing.
He hasn't been convicted, but he will.
If James R Hoffa is acquitted,
I will jump from the Capitol dome.
Aw, fuck it. Hey, I'll answer their questions.
Where... This little piece of shit. Yeah, I made a pension fund.
For the benefit of who, Paul? For the benefit of who, huh?
He couldn't find a working man if you drew him a diagram.
This little fuck born with a dick in his mouth.
Mr. Hoffa, do you have a statement?
Bob Kennedy seems sure of himself. He's gonna jump from the Capitol dome.
Bob Kennedy, Robert Kennedy, whatever you wanna call him,
has an exaggerated sense of his own entertainment value.
He asserts your only motive in inaugurating the pension fund was accumulating power.