He asserts your only motive in inaugurating the pension fund was accumulating power.
The assertions that Mr. Kennedy propounds here lack only the merit of being true.
This three-ring circus, the newspapers and the TV and the media and all the rest of it,
is designed and intended to bring him to the public eye.
To bring him to the public eye.
And what has this law clerk done with his little vendetta
except picking on the working man?
in my opinion, it's union busting.
That's what it is, and nothing more elegant than that.
Hoffa will be acquitted,
because Hoffa is innocent of the vicious and unsubstantiated charges that face me here.
And then Bobby Kennedy can jump off the Capitol dome,
or whatever else he thinks will bring him to the public eye at that time.
That's all I got to say.
- Jimmy. - Yeah. I hear you.
- Hey, Jimmy, we're with you. - How are you, Pete?
- Jimmy. Ted Harmon, Detroit News. - I know who you are.
These allegations will affect your run for presidency of the Teamsters.
How are these allegations gonna affect my bid to become president
of the international Brotherhood of Teamsters? That your question?
in my opinion, the first ballot will be the last.
You know, Ted, the Detroit News, hometown paper.
You'd think in a city built by the automotive industry, I'd get a fair shake from the press.
You guys been printing a lot of detrimental stuff about me.
What can I tell you? We print it cos it's true.
is that the thing? Well, you go on printing it, then.
- I wanted to ask you about Test Fleet. - What is that?
- About your Test Fleet company. - Yeah, uh-huh?
About using Teamster muscle to compel certain companies to lease trucks from you.
Nothing could be further from the truth.
We possess facts and figures which establish that it is true.
Well, you got those facts and figures. Why haven't you run them, then?
- We plan to, next week. - I'd be careful about that, I were you.
See, as I said, this is something of a volatile time, this time here.
Hearings, elections coming up.
If I was gonna print something, I'd be oh-so-sure it was true.
it is true. We're gonna run it. I thank you for your reaction.
Ants to the picnic.
Somebody ought to give that punk a dose of reality.
Yeah. Somebody ought to give it to him.
We're with you, Jimmy.
The idea being, if it's got wheels, it's in Teamster jurisdiction.
If you wanna organize, you gotta be a fuckin' man.
You don't go out there to run pussies or to bring back an excuse.
You wanna organize, the guy says take names.
Do not take no for an answer,
because if you will not take no for an answer,
eventually the answer comes back yes.
Get the shit.
This it? Let's see it.
- There you go. - Thanks.
Put the paper under it.
- What was I saying? - Billy.
The most stand-up guy I ever met, Billy Flynn,
back when we were organizing the laundries. Billy gonna light up this laundry.
- Light it up? - He's gonna firebomb it.
They don't wanna come around or sign up.
They never heard of the Teamsters.
Billy torches the joint. Too much fuel. Burns up entire body. Dyin'.
in the hospital, dyin'.
Priest comes up. Give me the ribbon.
Priest comes up... Yeah, put your finger there.
Priest: "My son, confess the shit that you did."
"Confess, and meet God with a clean conscience."
Looks the priest in the eye.
"Fuck you."
His dyin' words.
Never let down. Never let up. Never forget.
What's in the package?
A guy's dick and balls.
Get this shit. Come on.
OK, read it back to me.
"Successful in verifying on three occasions the charges of bribery against James Hoffa."
- Ted. - "in light of..."
- Sure about that? - Came for you.
Yeah?
"in light of which the attitude of the Senate committee, although combative,
is both, it would seem, justified and necessary."
"The power to organize does not and must not include the power to coerce, either in..."
The boardroom, the courtroom, or the streets.
"The J&H Sales Company, later called National Equipment,
own trucks which deliver automobiles on large, open racks."
This is prosaic enough, if Hoffa did not feel guilt about it..."
Kill the story.
- What? - Kill the story. Kill the Hoffa story.
- I... - Kill the fuckin' story.
Vice president in charge of finance, Jerome Dempsey.
Vice president for planning, Jerry Laughlin.
Our negotiating team, Vice President Dave Miller and John Breen.
Head of the benevolent association, John Patrick Deedy.
Head of the finance committee, Billy Flaherty.
The strengths, the depths
which makes, which made and which will make the international run.
Join with me in welcoming to you
and using for the first time that title,
the president...
president of the international Brotherhood of Teamsters.
James R Hoffa.
Tomorrow morning, you go in, you fire every one of these cocksuckers.
What?
You're gonna can a lot of people, make sure you do it the first day.
That way, the ones that are left don't feel insecure, you see.
What they feel is grateful.
You do it all piecemeal, they're gonna turn against you.
Right, Jimmy.
- You listen to this good. - Yes, sir.
Jimmy.
Let's get as many as we can, Jo.
Whoa. Here I go.
- Here. - Where is he?
I called him at the club, the office, everybody.
Where the fuck is he?
Fuckin' cocksucker.
- The money I made him. The guys. - I know, JR.
The fuckin' money I made that man.
- Call him at Gold Club. - I did. They don't know where he is.
Call him that number in the back. Equipment shed.
The card game.
Call him. He's coming or not.
I don't wanna be sittin' here till the fuckin' sun goes down.
- I understand. - I don't wanna, Bobby.
- Right. - Not in the mood for no fuckin' bullshit.
Gettin' old.
Everybody gets old till they die.
That look familiar?
Long time.
You've been with me a long time, Bobby.
What the fuck else am I gonna do?
- Where you going? - To call the equipment shed.
Stay in the car. I said, stay in the goddamn car. Hands on the wheel, eyes straight ahead.
- If you'll just... - Are you listening to me?
- You're doing 90, 50-mile zone. - I'm in a hurry.
That's a hell of a hurry. You got something peculiar making you go that fast?
I do.
Let me see your registration and your license. Slowly. OK? Slowly.
- Wanna tell me what it is? - I work for James R Hoffa.
The hell you say.
- OK. Go right ahead. - Thank you.
I said nobody gets in. Fuck's the matter with you? Someone waves a name in your face?
- Who the fuck are you? - Who the fuck I am is not important.
I am here with a message for somebody who's in there.
A message from James R Hoffa. I was instructed to...
I said nobody in. Nobody in. I said I don't care.
I don't care who you work for. Screw this bullshit.
Throw this fuckin' dago out of here. This is my fuckin' club here, OK?
- I told you, nobody gets in. - I'm sorry.
- I don't care who the fuckin' guy works for. - You're gonna fuckin' care.
Down the stairs. Down the stairs.
Are you insane? Get this guy off of me.
We're going in the back to look for a fella. I was told he was here.
Six feet, black hair, fella from Detroit.
- All I got is a message for him. - You're dead.
You'll be in Sheepshead Bay tonight, you guinea bastard. Know who my friends are?
- You are fuckin' dead. - Open the door.
You know what this cocksucker did? Fuckin' goombah comes in, puts a gun to my head...
Give me your piece. Give me your piece. Cut him down.
Cut this fucker down. Cut him down.
I'm sorry to intrude. I came here. I was sent by someone.
I didn't wanna mention names. I was instructed to give a note to you.
- I'm very sorry you were put through this. - Well, sorry is... Thank you.
Sorry ain't enough. This is my club here. Guy comes in, puts a gun to my head...
Hey, I'm not talking to you.
He is like a brother to me,
and should be treated with the same respect with which you treat me.
D'Alli...
Did he say he was here from our friend in Detroit?
- He said that, yeah. - Having said that, you told him what?
- To get out? That this is your club? - D'Alli, I...
I had no idea that you'd...
Thank you for making the trip.
If there's anything you need here in New York, Mr. Stein will be happy to...
D'Alli, on my knees, on my knees, if I knew this man was a friend of yours...
I'm sure if there's anything you need here in New York, Mr. Stein would be most happy...
Happy? I'd be honoured... Honoured? I'd be delighted.
Whatever I can do for the gentleman. Anything.
- Champagne, Sal. - Champagne.
James R? Nothing to it. The note is delivered, the note is understood.
The message is "thank you", and I am in receipt of a package for you.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow night. You want me to...
You can spare me that long?
Uh-huh.
Nothing separates me from it, you know that, boss.
Thank you, boss.
I'm gonna see you Wednesday, then. Thank you, boss. Right.
- Hi, Jackie. - Bobby.
You wanna know what's in there?
A heart of pure fuckin' gold.
I don't care. Give me wops.
You wanna talk about loyalty? Talk about honour? Give me this dago right here.
- Petey, get me a cup of coffee, will ya? - Yeah.
- Hey, fits in there nice. - James R, you want the guy to continue?
- Yeah, all right. Go ahead. Bobby? - Oh.
This is my dream. Thank you, Petey.
Wanna know what my dream is? Huh?
Fitz?
it's a dream of community for working men...
it's for broken-down truckers to drink beer, fart, and lie about the waitresses they fucked.
- That's right. - A truck stop with a patio.
Wanna make retired truckers feel at home? Put a condom machine in their living room.
That's a good idea. Hey, Jerry, get me a price on that.
Don't strain yourself, Bobby.
Thank you. Give me that briefcase. Put this in the safe, for fun.
Subpoenas from the McClellan Committee.
- Huh? - Loan policy.
- The loans are legit. - All the Las Vegas loans. Record Test Fleet.
- Test Fleet is legit. - Kennedy and...
it's a fuckin' vendetta. These two little creeps are riding into office...
- We have a subpoena. - Forget about the subpoena.
You can't square off with the White House.
Then they don't square off with me.
You follow me? Don't tell me who I can square off with.
Don't use words with me. Any man fucks with me...
- They have a subpoena. - I say fuck the subpoena.
Fuck you, too. Guy needed his brother elected fuckin' president of the US to get a job.
You'd have been a bond salesman. You're the brother-in-law they make jokes about.
I don't know what you're trying to prove, but you're proving it.
I'm proving what? You got nothing on me. You got a TV show.
The justice department has plenty on you, Mr. Hoffa.
You don't impress me and your office don't impress me,
and your family don't impress me. Bunch of rum runners.
And I don't need $300 million and my brother elected president
to whip your fuckin' ass, you slimy prick. I beat that trumped-up charge down south.
I'll beat you again. There is no organized crime in the Teamsters...
I am gonna see you in jail, Mr. Hoffa.
- For what? What'd I fuckin' do? - Your loans...
The pension fund has the best record on loans.
Bullshit.
- Best record in the country. - Bullshit.
For the working man. You ever heard of work?
I want this man in jail. I'll see you behind bars.
Who in the fuck are you? Who the fuck are you?
Fuck you and fuck your threats and fuck your brother.
- What did you say? - You heard me.
What the fuck did you say?
I don't succumb to pressure and I don't succumb to threats.
I've received both vilification and threats in the form of innuendo
from personnel of the international Brotherhood of Teamsters.
Nothing will stop me or this office from the continuance of our duties.
I swear to you that I will not stop until those corrupted individuals
have been put where they belong - behind bars.
Jimmy believes in you, or you wouldn't be where you are.
You didn't believe in him, he wouldn't be where he is.
Now's the time not to trust anybody.
You didn't go to school with the guy, I don't care what badge he's got stuck his lapel,
you do not know him. Any questions, come to Petey Connelly or me.
Bobby, there's a man from the Attorney General's office.
Hey.
- What are you doing? - I'm Eliot Cookson. I have a subpoena...
- Get the fuck out of here. - I have a legitimate...
You have a legitimate right to get the fuck out before I bust you.
- These people are witnesses... - They didn't see a thing.
Now, get going.
- You don't understand me. Robert Kennedy... - Fuck Robert Kennedy, and fuck you, too.
What do I have to do, throw you through a window? Are you deaf?
I ate at a Chinese-German restaurant. An hour later, I was hungry for power.
- Hear that? - Like those clubs? I'll send you a set.
OK, OK, enough with the brushing, all right? Back in your cage.
Fuckin' guy thinks I'm a native dancer.
- Jimmy, I wanna thank you for all your help. - Good of you to come in.
- Anything, anytime. You know that. - We appreciate it.
- I'll see you out there. - Knock 'em dead, kid.
With my act, I should be in your business. At least I'd get mileage.
What?
- What is it? - They've indicted Bobby and Peter, too.
indicted Bobby and Pete...?
I'm a busy man. What do they want from me?
- They wanna try you. - It's the same old shit.
- They're just trying... - They're succeeding's what they're doing.
I'm a busy man. I got a union to run. I got a job to do.
We're not a small organization with two people up in an office.
Every time some jerk-off... Excuse me, Jo.
Every time some guy in Washington comes up with an idea, I gotta haul records there.
- Take it easy... - Will you stop telling me that?
Tell him to take it easy. He's the one indicted. You take it easy.
A guy drives up, big black Cadillac, Teamster medallion on the side.
- May I? - Help yourself.
You're too easy. You're too easy. Teamster medallion on the side.
A little fella gets out.
Guy turns to St. Peter, he says, "I thought you told me Jimmy Hoffa wasn't up here."
St. Peter says, "That's God. He just thinks he's Jimmy Hoffa."
Are you laughing?
- Bob, what are we gonna do? - What do you mean?
- I mean, what are we... - The guys will come and tell us what to say.
...it even brought my family and I closer together...
The lawyers will come down and tell us.
Buck up, Peter. Pete, we're the Teamsters.
Yeah.
Any man...
Any man can have an accusation thrown at him.
Am I immune?
Are you?
in my opinion, it is our very prominence itself
that draws this, that draws these attacks.
I will not be swayed.
The international Brotherhood of Teamsters will not be swayed.
And our policy of unity will not be swayed.
That's right.
We must be ever watchful.
We led the Teamsters, and the Teamsters led the working man into the middle class.
And, buddy, we intend to stay here.
Hey, Bob.
it's a boxing match. You gotta get in there and mix it up.
You wanna dish it out, you gotta get in close enough
that you, too, have the possibility of getting hurt.
That's life, my friends.
it's give and take and mix it up, and that's what I am not afraid of.
And that is what made the Teamsters what we are today, and I'm proud of it.
Proud to serve you.
James R Hoffa, Robert Ciaro, Peter Connelly, et al,
for bribery, fraud, conspiracy to commit same.
Billy Flynn. Third-degree burns, 90% all over his body.
The motherfucker can't stop smoking. His cigarette, the fumes, some fuckin' thing.
Vaboom. There he goes.
- Another one, Bobby? - In a minute. I'm coming to the point of it.
The priest, who was Father Doyle down at St. Margaret's, which you wouldn't know,
asked him to confess.
I'm coming to the end of it.
As he is dying, Bill Flynn looks the priest in the eye.
"Fuck you."
To respond, they have nothing. Jimmy, everybody gonna walk.
- To respond to your request - now pour it. - Heh.
Fuckin' man built the union with a pair of balls and a Billy club.
$200 million a year in dues. Some bullshit fag in Washington...
Fuck it. I said it. They got nothing. Nothing but talk.
- Going my way? - Yeah.
- What did they come up with in this trial? - Nothing.
Nothing. Not a fuckin' thing.
- You watching the television? - Yeah, I seen it.
"Where were you on this day?" Hey, somewhere, pal.
"What were you doing?" None of your fuckin' business.
None of your motherfuckin' business.
What if they had something?
They ain't got nothing. There's nothing to have.
I heard the government got to one of the guys.
- Where'd you hear that? - I heard a guy high up was giving Hoffa up.
- Who are you? - I heard the government had him.
Had Jimmy?
And if other defendants could corroborate their case, they'd let them walk.
That's what I heard.
You, for example. You could cross over and testify for the government.
They'd grant you immunity and let you walk.
You ain't got nothing.
- You got nothing or you wouldn't be here. - We got him.
And he's going away.
Well, if he's going away, I'm going with him.
You want me to give up Jimmy Hoffa?
You piece of shit.
Witnesses for the prosecution.
Your Honour, the prosecution would like to call
just one more witness.
And at this meeting, I'm referring to the meeting of December 6,
you saw what?
- They discussed... - "They" being?
- Mr. Hoffa and Mr. D'Allesandro. - Mr. Hoffa and Mr. D'Allesandro.
Thank you. They discussed?
Formation of the pension fund.
And...
And its use by organized crime?
Objection. There are no links established between my clients and Mr. D'Allesandro.
- Overruled. You may continue. - Thank you, Your Honour.
And so, on this hunting trip, on which...?
On which they
they laid out the scheme by which the pension fund would give loans.
- To Mr. D'Allesandro? - Yes, sir.
Thank you. That is all.
Mr. Connelly, did anyone except you hear this alleged conversation
between the defendants and Mr. D'Allesandro?
in fact, there are no witnesses, are there?
No, sir.
in other words, there is no evidence whatsoever
to support that this fantastical conversation you describe ever took place. isn't that true?
There's a...
There's a hunting license.
A hunting license issued to Peter Connelly.
Scribbled on, the initials JRH,
and the outlines of a plan for the diversion of moneys from the pension fund.
These notations, including the initials
of James Riddle Hoffa,
are in the handwriting of Carol D'Allesandro.
Who the fuck keeps stuff that long?
What are you doin'?
You goin' with me?
I was just putting a few things I thought you'd need.
You don't take anything to prison, Jo.
it's not the end of the road.
Eventually,
everything's gonna finally be all right.
- You got nothing to be ashamed of. - I know that.
Fitz is gonna be president until I return.
I don't think there's anything else to be said on that.
No?
Fine.
Otherwise...
Jimmy...
Fitz.
I tell you,
you don't know what to do, what good it do I tell you?
Jimmy...
Petey...
You don't have to say anything, Fitz.
You'll do fine.
Wave bye to Grandpa.
Let's do this thing.
- Sir. - Hold on.
Let him through, let him through.
All right. Don't worry about it. I ain't in any rush.
I know you got a job to do. So do I.
I wanna say...
that this is an unhappy day in my life.
All of my petitions that I have filed
have stated that the government has wiretapped, room-bugged, surveilled,
and did everything unconstitutional that they could do
to try and place me in jail, which they have temporarily succeeded in doing so.
But I wanna say to my
1,800,000-strong
members of the international Brotherhood of Teamsters,
don't believe what people would have you think with fancy words.
I never benefited one dollar
from the loans made by the pension fund.
Legal loans.
Loans that made profits for the union, and what is wrong with that?
- What is wrong with that? - Not a thing, Jimmy.
Tell that to Robert Kennedy.
Come on, Jimmy. Give us a story.
- How does it feel to be going to jail, Jimmy? - Mind your own business.
Pricks.
I can't even scratch my nose.
- Does it itch? - No.
What the fuck you complainin' about, then?
What time is it?
- Six. - Check it out.
This is it.
Bob.
Jimmy's got a lot of friends.
- Hiya, Jimmy. - Hi, Jimmy.
Hey, Tony.
- Yeah, he's on. - That's par.
Bobby. I thought...
- Weren't we gonna go meet him? - There's no point in that now. I'm out.
We were gonna go out and meet you. How are you?
I looked for you over at the office. They told me you were here.
- How's Jimmy? - Fitz, you'd know if you went to see him.
- How is he? - You gotta get him out.
He's not well. You gotta get him outta there.
- We're working on it. - How serious is that? I'm not kidding you.
We're working on it. I have a plan. I'm sorry I can't share it with you now.
You gotta get him out.
- We're gonna get him out. - He can't do eight more years, I'm tellin' you.
- You're just gonna have to trust me on this. - You got to get him out.
The idea is this - the Teamsters endorse Nixon.
- And they go to Nixon. - They what?
They give you a pardon.
- They give me a pardon. - Yes.
We give them the endorsement and the money, they give me a pardon.
- Yes. - I voted for the guy three times.
Jimmy...
You've been gone five years.
it feels like a thousand.
When?
What's his name? I can't hear ya.
in a minute.
in a minute. Vamp with it.
Jesus Christ.
I'm tired.
Well, now, time to just rest up, huh, Jim?
I wanna thank you, Fitz. You done a good job.
You done a good job. You kept it together.
You done what you were supposed to do.
What happened...
We rode it out, and here we are.
Now, tomorrow, tomorrow we go in, first thing, end of the week,
we announce I'm gonna make a speech, as back in office.
Get the TV if you can. Bobby, give him the list.
These guys are out. I don't like the way they were behaving when I was in.
I got no complaints you, Fitz. But these guys, they're gone.
Jimmy...
I gotta get back in the swing. indulge me.
- Jimmy. - Tomorrow...
Jimmy what?
You know what they used to say - tell me now, I'm gonna find out about it anyway.
Yeah.
Jo, go out and tell them I'll be right there, would you, honey? Please?
- OK, sweetheart. - Thank you.
You what?
- You fuckin' lied. You fuckin' lied. - Now, Jimmy. Jimmy.
- I did the best I could. - You big piece of shit. You what? You fuck.
Frankie.
What do I want you to do? I want you to kill the cocksucker.
I want you to stuff his arms up his ass, that's what I fuckin' want.
He made the deal with that prick Colson to get me out of prison.
He made a deal I gotta resign from the Teamsters.
That's the deal - I gotta resign. I'm out. I'm out.
Next ten fuckin' years I'm out the American labour movement.
Six months I'm eligible for parole. I never would've done this if I knew what this is.
They wait until now to tell me.
I never would've agreed.
Fitz. Fitzsimmons.
All the time he's telling people he's scheming to get me out, he done nothing.
What am I supposed to do? I want him fuckin' dead. That's what I want.
I want his fuckin' back broke is what I fuckin' want.
What do the lawyers say, Jimmy?
Fuck the lawyers. Fuck the law. I don't want law, I want justice.
I took that prick off a loading dock 40 years ago, and now he's betraying me.
- Are you telling me you don't understand? - Yeah, I understand it.
And I can't get close to it.
You can't get close to it? What does that mean?
Does it mean no, D'Alli? is that what it means?
If you think I'll fuckin' stand still for this, you're out of your mind,
cos if he don't reverse it, you don't reverse it, I'll do what I gotta do to get the union back.
- What does that mean? - I'm gonna do what I gotta do.
What does it mean?
We talking words here, D'Alli? We using words?
That what we're doing?
40 fuckin' years. We're gonna use words?
Too fuckin' late.
Too late.
That concludes this press conference.
Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen. No, no more questions.
Hey, Frank.
John.
I didn't wanna say it at the news conference, we've been friends a long time, but...
Jimmy's saying you and Colson conspired to keep him out of the union for ten years.
Nothing could be further from the truth. When he talks like that, he's lying through his teeth.
And by the way, I got news for Jimmy Hoffa. I ain't that easy to get rid of.
What is it Jimmy wants?
- He wants to talk with you. - He's too hot.
This whole thing is too hot.
You gotta tell him the shit he's doing.
You.
You gotta stop it.
Need to cool down.
When it dies down, we'll talk.
- He needs to talk with you. - Or what?
is there an "or what" with that?
Or, he says, you and him can't get together, reverse this thing, he's gonna go to the press.
All right, tell him it's not necessary.
Tell him I know he doesn't mean it.
Tell him I'll meet him. Where?
The roadhouse. Two tomorrow.
Tell him it's gonna be all right.
You tell him ten more minutes, then we're gone. We're gone.
You tell him we waited four hours.
We're gone. He'll know what that means.
- What the fuck are you doing here? - Still waitin' on that part.
Are you a Teamster?
Get the fuck out of here.
Let's see if we can't roust some fuckin' brotherhood the thing.
Here. Call that number.
Just call that fuckin' number. You tell 'em Bobby said...
Do it quick. I wanna keep this phone open.
You tell them Bobby said to get out here with what you need right now.
Give me two more coffees to go, a pack of smokes.
Hello. Yeah, Bobby Ciaro told me to call this number.
I'm out here at the roadhouse. I'm having a problem with my truck.
I don't fuckin' believe it.
Said they're coming right over with it.
You're fuckin' right he is.
- You remember that. - How can I thank you?
You don't gotta thank me.
Nice. Guess you got a lot of pull, huh?
A lot of pull, yeah.
I got a lot of pull.
I'm the last fuckin' Mohican.
That's the way it should be.
- Are we all in it? - Fuck, yeah.
- Thanks. - It's all right.
This was stuck to the bottom of it.
That really from Jimmy Hoffa?
That's really from Jimmy Hoffa?
That's right, son.
You know him? You know Jimmy Hoffa?
There you go.
I'm gonna show you something, kid. Come on.
You wanna thank somebody?
You wanna thank somebody, thank somebody who deserves your thanks.
I want you to take these, go over there, and thank that man.
Just do it. If you wanna thank someone, you go thank him.
Go on.
- Mr. Hoffa? - Yeah, that's right.