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Narrator: New York City.
This is the garment district.

Within a few short city blocks,

thousands of workers produce
most of America's clothing.

But behind these streets
is the real world.

A teeming jungle of conflict,
brutal competition, and terror.

Why do you always bring a problem
like that up here?

We've got offices to discuss that.
What do you mean, join the union?

What kind of talk is that
from a partner?

Kenner:
If we ran a union shop...

We'd go broke making this dress!
Look at all these operations.

Look, look at these operations.

We've gotta get it made for less.
Cut the workers!

We could make enough profit,
and give the workers a living wage

if you didn't give hoodlums
a percentage out of every dress

to keep the union out,
and I don't care who hears it.

You take care of your end of
the business. I'll take care of mine.

You're a designer. Design.

Take this down to the cutting room.
Leave running the firm to me.

I left it, and you let hoodlums in.
Well, I'm kicking 'em out.

We can run a union shop.

Mitchell: I'll never let that
lousy union into my place. Never!

This is my shop, too.
I'm a full partner.

I'll pay the workers how much I want,
not how much I'm made to pay.

- That's all?
- That's all.

Okay.

He's still the best partner
a guy ever had,

with all his union talk.

Be just a minute.

- Ready?
- Man: Anytime.

All right, now.

Hey.

Hey. Hey!

Help! Help!

Help! Help!

Oh, my god! Hey! Hey!

Oh, my god!

Fred.

I didn't mean what I said.

- Keep it.
- Thanks, mister.

Hi, mr Mitchell.
It's good to have you back.

It's good to be back.
Is my father at home?

Yes, sir, and he'll be
sure glad to see you.

Hello.

Yeah, Tony, what is it?

I don't care how big the account.
They'll get their shipment one day late!

What do they expect me to do, stay open
on the day of my partner's funeral?

Yeah, well, I'll see you tomorrow.

Operator, I don't want any more calls,
not until I tell you.

- Who is it?
- Alan.

Alan?

Hello, dad. “Alan.

I didn't... I didn't know you...

Let's not just stand here.
Come on in.

I'll get it. I'll get it.

Why didn't you let me know you
were coming? I'd have met you.

I figured you were busy.

Oh, I'm always busy, but...

You don't come home every day.

- Been over three years.
- I did write I was coming.

Yes, but I didn't expect you so soon.
I thought you'd stay in Europe for a while.

Oh, I had enough of that.

When I got out of uniform,
I felt I had to get back

and get started at something.

- How about a drink?
- Sure.

- What'll it be?
- Whatever you're having.

Well, you decided on anything?

I thought I'd go into
the garment business with you.

The garment business?

That is, if the offer's still open.

You never wanted to before.

What made you change your mind?

Oh, I guess being away
changed my mind about a lot of things.

Don't you want me to?

Oh, what father doesn't want
his son in the business with him?

But...

You know, I've been doing
some thinking, too.

I'd rather you stayed out.

Why? I don't understand.

Oh, it's too much of a struggle.

There's never a minute's peace
from one season to the next.

All the worry, all the aggravation.

It's not for you.

Besides, your mother,
god rest her soul,

she never wanted you in it.

Walter, dear, I...

Oh, Lee, this is my son.

On.

Alan, this is Lee hackett.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

Alan, I'm delighted to meet you.

I've heard so much about you
from your father.

Lee's one of the most important buyers
in the industry.

She's also a very good friend.

Alan, I'm very glad
you've come home.

I know how much
it means to your father.

- Especially after what's happened.
- After what's happened?

Walter, didn't...

He just arrived.

What is it, dad? What's wrong?

His partner was killed the other day.

- Mr kenner?
- Accident. Freight elevator.

I'm sorry.

Dad, that's awful.
I know how close you were.

Yeah.

Well.

That's the way it goes.

Lee, this is Alan's first night home.

What do you say we all go out
and have dinner together?

Yes, let's.

- Maybe you two would like to be alone.
- Oh, now, you get cleaned up.

- While I call for a table.
- Please.

All right.

Walter, I must tell you something.

I just left mrs kenner,
and she said it wasn't an accident.

What does she mean,
"wasn't an accident"?

She thinks her husband
was murdered.

Murdered?

But there was
an investigation, police.

Why should anyone want to kill him?

Maybe because he sympathised
with the union.

That's ridiculous.
How can she make such a statement?

I'm only telling you what she thinks.

Dad, what's it all about?

- Nothing, nothing.
- Well, I couldn't help overhearing.

- It doesn't concern you. Forget it.
- But, dad...

I said "forget it".

Alan, I'm sure it's just that your father
doesn't want to upset you.

I wish that's all it was,
miss hackett.

Huh?

- What's that supposed to mean?
- Nothing's changed.

When it comes to something
that really matters,

I'm still kept out of it.

Lee: Now look,
you two, the past is past.

The main thing is you're home, Alan.

And at a time when your father
really needs you.

There's nothing I can do to help
if he won't let me.

He doesn't even want me
in the business with him.

- Walter, I always thought...
- Not in the garment business.

He's not cut out for it.

Oh, dad, don't try to protect me.
I'm not a kid anymore.

I know what I want.

Walter, I think he does.

Okay.

Be at work tomorrow.

Eight sharp.

Roxton fashions.

Mr Mitchell is busy now.
Will you call later?

If you don't get it by
six o'clock, then sue me.

You call those fabrics?

I'm sorry, I wouldn't make
burlap bags out of that.

Come back next Tuesday.

Next Tuesday. Next Tuesday.
Always next Tuesday.

- Well, that's a waste of time.
- That's something, isn't it?

Alan here yet?

Well, when he comes in,
show him all the operations.

And don't be too easy on him.

And we'll remember
he's the boss' son.

Well, don't hold that against him.
You'll see how fast he'll learn.

Yeah?

Receptionist:
Mr Mitchell, your son's at reception.

Must have overslept.

Good morning, roxton fashions.
One moment, please.

You're late.
That's a great start. No excuses!

Get here first, leave last,
that's what being a boss means!

- Mr Mitchell wanted in the fitting room.
- Thank you.

- You remember my foreman?
- Sure. Hello, Tony.

- How are you?
- Get a move on. Don't waste my time.

You got a lot to learn.

Come on. I'll show you around.

How do you like the place?
Pretty fancy, huh?

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- Good morning, Alan.
- Good morning, miss hackett.

I hope they're not working you
too hard your first day.

- Morning, Tony.
- Morning, miss hackett.

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First thing you'll learn,
you gotta be nice to buyers,

especially miss Lee hackett.
A very big buyer.

She likes a manufacturer,
can bring lots of business.

Pays to be nice to her,
like your papa.

Same old Tony, nothing sacred.

There's no love in the dress business,
if that's what you mean.

Everybody grabs to get what they can.

Come on.

We start in the showroom.

You like them models?

You figure I'll wind up working
in the showroom, huh?

The boss' son, where else?

Do notice the movement in the back.
It really talks.

Back talk is
terribly important this season.

Do you think that back will talk?

Even in Scranton.

"Even in Scranton."

Too bad we lose mr kenner,
just when the season starts.

It's gonna be a big season.
Lotsa orders.

Boy, this is a real dog!
Why do I get all the dogs?

- Stop complaining.
- So I told him,

"why should I relax
when I'm not used to it?"

Yeah, you know, salesmen.

Romance merchants,
that's what they are.

I wouldn't go out with one of them.

Maybe, but mine's not exactly the
physical type a girl can swoon over.

Toni was luckier. She was
just a buyer when he found her.

Now she's a designer.
Like I'm a designer!

Yeah, when I found out
she was married,

I just had to go out with her husband.

I don't know what came over me.

They're just in to show the line.
The regular house models.

- Stephanie, that must be the boss' son.
- And I had to get married.

Hey, Joe!

Your papa knows every operation.
He learned by lots of sweat.

The boss' son,
he learn by somebody else's sweat.

This shop is piece work.

Everybody gets paid
for just how much they do.

The garment comes up from the
cutting room to the first section.

Look, I've been in the shop before.

Sure. When a kid, you come in,
tried to be with your papa.

But it's different now.

You're gonna work.

You're gonna learn why he
didn't have time to be with you,

what it means to run a dress factory.
Every minute's like a war.

Gotta fight to stay alive.

Woman: Hey, Tony, come here.
I wanna see ya.

Like this, you watch.

What's the matter?

This here dress with the bolero,
we gotta have more money.

All: That's right. Yeah!

We settle the price yesterday.

Yeah, sure, you settled it.
A dollar off the work.

I settle, you settle,
then it's settled!

Mr foreman,
I don't want to start a big tzimmes,

but it takes too much time
to make this garment for the money.

I've been on this thing all morning long
and I'm not half through!

Now you listen to me.

Who don't like it, pick up
your cheque and get outta here!

Now hold it, mister.

Now, suppose we talk this over.

It'll get us a lot further
than pushin' the people around.

- Those days are gone for good.
- Who are you?

Tulio Renata. Ilg.

Mitchell: Hey! Wait a minute!

What's goin' on here?
Why aren't they workin'?

He's from the union.

- In my shop? On my time?
- A majority here want the union.

That's right!
Let the union settle it.

This is my place!

I'll settle everything.

With the help of paid pistoleros.

A bunch of crummy hoodlums
backin' you up,

scarin' the people here
to keep them from signin' up.

- Get out.
- We're gonna make this a union shop.

If you come back,
you'll get kicked into the street.

Or down an elevator shaft,
like your partner?

Just what does that mean?
You know what I mean.

I said "get out"!

Don't worry, I'll be back.

- Don't worry!
“All: He'll be back!

Get me Artie ravidge.

Yeah.

Receptionist:
Mr Mitchell on the phone.

Hello, Walter. How're you feeling?
I was gonna call you later.

What's all this talk about kenner
being killed, that it wasn't an accident?

You listening to union bums?

I don't like it,
no matter where it comes from.

If I thought for a minute it was true,
that you had anything to do with it...

Me?

Walter, my deal's with you. Why should
I lay a finger on your partner?

Sure, I know he wanted to chop me,

but as long as you run the business,
I let him holler. Who cares?

I'm sorry it happened, of course,
but for you to think

I'd have anything to do with it,
it's a little outta line.

- Well, I...
- I know how it is,

losing a partner after 20 years,
but accidents happen.

The important thing is, you've got
to grab hold of yourself, understand?

Yeah.

I'll be talkin' to you.

Dad, can I ask you something?

Can't it wait?
I'm awfully busy this morning.

Well, I just wanted to...

I've got buyers waiting.

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That union organiser,
why should he say what he did?

The lousy union'll say anything
about a boss who won't sign.

Why let him get away with it?
What right's he got to accuse...

Will you do me a favour?
Keep out of this.

This is your first day in the shop.
Learn what you have to.

This is none of your business.

Still the same.
“What's still the same?

When did you ever talk
anything out with me?

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Okay, will he bring the wire?

Right.

Mr Renata?

Hey, nine months old,
and already she's pickin' up the boys.

I'm Alan Mitchell.

Maria, shake the man's hand.

- I wanted to see you about...
- Come on. Say hello.

Come on. Dare ya. Come on.

Look, I'm not running for president.

You know, in this country,
everybody's got a chance.

Even a boss' son.

I came by to ask you about...

There she goes again.

What's the matter?
The faucet's always on?

Okay, okay. I got the message.

You know, you women are all alike.
Nag, nag, nag.

Today in the shop, what did
you mean about mr kenner?

- What do you figure?
- If I knew, I wouldn't be here.

You know why your old man's partner
got it. What do you really want?

You mean it wasn't an accident?

Come on, get to it, will you?

You're here to make a deal
with the union to lay off?

Deal? I don't know
what you're talking about.

Look, I didn't come here
to take dancing lessons.

Hey, theresal

how about that spaghetti bender?

She don't work hard enough all day,
besides taking care of the baby.

Comes Wednesday night,
she's got to knock herself out

teaching these monzas
how to dance Spanish.

Hey, Theresa,
time to change the piccini.

Hey, those paesanos.

Why don't they wear out
their own wives?

She's my wife.

She picked me.

How about that?
Maybe I got something. Who knows?

Come on, let's have it.

What makes you think
mr kenner was murdered?

- Go ask the wise guy who sent you.
- What wise guy?

Your old man's hidden partner.
Why don't you tell that killer

- he's got on his payroll?
- What? What did you say?

Oh, my father was right!

The union'll spread around anything
because he won't join.

Don't kid me
you don't know what's goin' on.

Then don't tell me
my father's in business with killers.

If you're on the level,

well, you sure got a lot to learn.

Look.
What I want to know is this...

Not now.

Ciao, bellezzal!

Great timing, I just changed her.

Bravo! Maria, she needs a papa
who's a first-class dry cleaner.

And her mamma needs another baby
to keep her where she belongs.

Who's stopping you?

Hey! Mind the kid!

All the time, in the middle of
no matter what, "mind the kid".

Look, would you please...

Oh, yeah.
Come on, let's get some air.

- Hey, who's your good-looking friend?
- Oh, he's here on business.

Business?

What kind of business?
You're my business.

Keep out of this.

Listen, if it's to help organise those
non-union shops, get somebody else!

Tulio's done enough.
Leave him out of it.

- That's not why I'm here.
- What for, then?

- I said keep out of it!
- Why should I keep out of it?

I'm his wife.
What do you want with him?

Mrs Renata, I'm Alan Mitchell.

Mitchell?
Roxton fashion Mitchell?

The son, not the boss.

Anybody from that inferno,
that no-good...

You went there? After all I said.

Honest to Peter and Paul,
I'm married to a crazy lunatic.

You want to be a hero for the union,
go organise the devils in hell...

Okay, okay.

Now, listen, listen, listen,
both of you!

I don't know
what you're talking about.

You've gotta believe me. I...

I've been out of
the country for years.

I just got back.
This is all new to me.

The dress business, the stuff about
the unions, and the hoodlums.

Don't you understand why I'm here?

Well, you said
things about my father...

Mr Mitchell, would you like some beer?

Don't ask, get 'em.

Gettin' hotter by the minute.
Cigarette?

- Ever hear of the edge?
- What's "the edge"?

You take any union shop.

They gotta pay scale,
plus workers' benefits.

But in a protected joint,
where they keep the union out,

there's no minimum, no benefits.

That's the edge,

the difference in the cost of labour.

In roxton fashions, it adds up
to over half a million a year.

- You mean my father is using...
- Artie ravidge.

That's who your father's
usin' to keep the union out.

Who is ravidge?

Theresa: Everything for
the needle trade, that's ravidge.

Especially broken heads,
acid in the face...

- Don't think I don't know.
- So who asked you?

Yes, and you had to get mixed up
with the number one murderer.

- It's time you went home.
- Yes, every time I talk sense,

it's either "mind the kid",
or "go home"!

You can do me a big favour.

If he comes into your place,
kick him out for me.

Woman: Hey, Theresa!
You're wanted on the phone!

I want a husband, not someone
who's 100% union, in the cemetery!

- So answer the phone.
- Yes. Answer the phone.

Answer the phone.

I can't believe it.

I just can't believe my father could
get mixed up with hoodlums, and...

Sure, I understand.
He's your father.

But when a hoodlum climbs
on a manufacturer's back,

it's tough to shake him off.

But he couldn't have had anything
to do with killing his partner.

- I'm sure of it.
- I'm not saying he did.

All I know is that after
I had kenner all set

to sign with the union,
down he went.

Twenty-seven floors, non-stop.

- Theresa, what's the matter?
- That call.

They said, "tell your husband
to stay away from roxton fashion,

"or you'll be a widow."

That's what I mean.

Don't worry.

- See you later.
- Where are you going?

I told you. I got a meeting.

You mean you're still going,
even after that call?

- Who's afraid of a call?
- Ibeg you.

Come on, now,
don't give me an opera.

- Tulio, please.
- I'm late as it is.

- See you later.
- Tulio! Tulio!

Try not to worry, mrs Renata.
I'll see what I can do.

Maybe I can talk my father
into signing with the union.

It's an old story
in the garment jungle.

It isn't only roxton fashion.

It just happened
tulio picked the toughest.

If it's not your father's place,
it'll be another, and then another.

Tulio won't stop
until every shop is organised.

It means that much to him?

He's not in it for himself,
but to help others.

- Quite a guy.
- Yes, he's quite a guy.

When he believes in something,
there's no stopping him.

And you, do you
believe in the union, too?

The union is good, of course,

but there's good and bad
in everything.

Well, it was a pleasure
talking to you, mrs Renata.

- Theresa's my name.
- Theresa.

Good night.

Mr Mitchell,

it was nice to talk to you, too.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Blake, brown...

Latzo,

Miller, alfredi...

- What's it all about?
- Search me.

Mr Bronson calls it,
there must be a reason.

- But at night?
- At night.

- Tulio.
- Tulio: Hello, kovan.

Hey, what's the matter?
Theresa giving you a rough time?

Like, "another union meeting?
Stay at home with me better."

- How'd you guess?
- I got a wife, too, you know.

Besides, whoever knew you
to come late to a union meeting?

Just in time.

- Kovan.
- All here, mr Bronson.

I called this secret meeting
of the organising committee

as soon as I received this telegram.

It's from the
manufacturers association.

Now we've got to sign up every shop,

or the union shops will all pull out.

Now I don't have to remind you
that 10% of the shops

in the garment center
are still non-union.

Now we've either got to get them in
or there'll be no more...

Well, who are these men?

They're hoods.

What a lousy thing to say,
but so lousy.

We're here to give your boys
protection, mr union manager.

With you to protect us, we can
get measured for coffins right now.

I know you good,
you flannel-mouth punk!

Any wise guy
wants a pistolero, calls you.

Price just doubled.

You need more
protection than I thought.

Crawl out with the rest of the lice!

You spic bum.

That's enough!

Now get out of here,
or I'll call the police.

Here's change.

How come they knew
about this meeting?

I'm asking, how come?

'Cause somebody here's wired direct
to these goons, that's how come!

Yes, I know there are traitors here

in my own committee,

but I want them and those they invited
to hear your answer.

Will you let chisellers protected
by hoodlums kill your union?

Activists: No!

Will you bring all shops
into the union,

and so raise the welfare

of every worker
in the garment industry?

- Activists: Yes!
- That is your answer?

Activists: Bring 'em in!

- You heard our answer.
- Hoodlum: And here's ours.

Tulio? Kovan?

Our answer is still the same.

No more protected shops.

Such a lousy thing to say.

Right in the middle of the season,
the union's gotta start another drive.

Don't worry. Your shop,
they won't organise. I guarantee.

If you have any trouble,
day or night, call me.

Ah, this heat!

Every pore like a
regular sprinkler system.

Receptionist: Mr Mitchell? Yes.

What about lot 4727?

Check with Tony.

Dad, I'd like to talk to you alone.

- I'm busy now.
- This is important.

- I said I'm busy.
- This your son?

Yes. I'll be through
in a few minutes.

Now, wait a minute.
I'd like to meet the young blood.

I'm Artie ravidge.

- I've heard all about you, mr ravidge.
- I've heard about you, too.

Your father says you're coming
in the business.

That's right.

- Well, you and I got a lot to talk about.
- Not if I can help it.

- Mr ravidge is a friend of the firm.
- So I've been told.

Everything for the needle trade,
including broken heads.

Who says?

You wouldn't talk to me yesterday,
so I went to the union. I heard.

You went to the union
behind my back?

I wanted to find out
what was going on.

I couldn't believe
what they were saying,

but now I know there must be
something to it.

You're taking their side against mine,
my own son?

I'm not taking any sides,

but when you start hiring thugs to beat
people up and threaten to kill them...

Just a minute.

Protection's my business.
That's all I give your father.

And nobody gets hurt
unless he asks for it.

Is that what you think?

All right.

Come in.

He was at a union meeting last night,
when they broke in and beat him up.

And before that,
they told his wife they'd kill him

if he didn't stay away from here.

So let him stay away.

You crawl back in the sewer
where you belong, you dirty...

You spic bum,
you open your mouth to me,

and they'll carry you outta here.

Mitchell: That's enough!

Mr Mitchell, I came here
because your son asked me to.

But I'm telling you,

we're gonna bring roxton fashions
into the union.

And this time,
nothing's gonna stop us.

And I'm tellin' you,
I'll never go union,

even if I have to close my doors.

Tulio: Well, that's just what
you're gonna have to do.

We've got the truckers with us.

They won't go through no picket line.

Nothing'll move in or out
of your place if you don't sign.

- He'll sign for your funeral.
- You kill me,

there are 400,000 others
to take my place.

I'm warning you,
this is your last chance.

Don't you threaten me!

I'm not some little cloak and suitor
you can push around.

You're dealing with Walter Mitchell.

Tell your union bosses
they couldn't lick me before,

and they won't now!

Dad, will you listen to reason?

Get out.

I told you it wouldn't do any good.

Thanks for the try.

You tell your hoods if they want me,
they'll find me on a picket line.

A real troublemaker, that one.

But don't you worry,
the stuff'll move. It'll move.

When I get done with him,
he won't bother us no more.

- What are you gonna do?
- Never mind.

I'm gonna educate that union
real good, to lay off us.

- Dad, are you gonna let him...
- What do you want me to do?

Give in to them?
Let the union take over?

That's what'll happen
once they grab hold.

With their hours, and benefits,
and guarantees!

3% of the payroll
for retirement,

2% for health, 2% for vacations,

always with a hand
stuck out for more.

The only thing a boss can be sure
of these days is an early heart attack.

Who guarantees me anything?

How do other
manufacturers get along?

I don't care about the others.

I built this place with my own hands,

so nobody's gonna
tell me how to run it!

I wanna be my own boss.
Do you understand? My own boss!

That still doesn't give you the right
to keep a hoodlum on the payroll.

Well, this boy, when he gives it to you,
right under the belt.

Mr junior executive, when you learn
the facts of life in this business...

Oh, I've learned enough already.

But never once did I hear
anything about right or wrong.

There's no such thing
in the garment business.

Where are you going?

To vomit.

Pronto? Alan: Mrs Renata?

Yes. Who is this?
“Alan. Alan Mitchell.

- Oh, hello.
- Is your husband there?

Why? Is there anything the matter?

No, nothing.
I'd just like to talk to him.

He's not here.

Any idea where I can find him?

He's on the picket line,
in front of your father's place.

- Since when?
- About an hour ago.

Well, thanks. Goodbye.

Wait, wait, don't hang up.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing. Really, there isn't.

I just wanted to talk to him.
Good night, mrs Renata.

Please tell me.
What...? Hello? Hello?

How about calling it off?

- They won't deliver this late.
- They'll try.

With cheese-eaters in the union,

they're sure to know
there's only five of us here.

- Wanna get help?
- Five's enough.

Just don't let anything get through.
A big part of the drive

- gets won or lost right here.
- Ssh!

Hold it.

Stay put.

Relax, it's okay. Mitchell's son.

What are you doing here?

I tried to call you at home.
You've got to be careful.

I can take care of myself.

But I heard what ravidge said
to my father. He's out to get you.

Sure he is, but he's
not gonna scare me off.

Thanks for your help.
Come on, you'd better get outta here.

- Tulio.
- Go on, you're no part of this.

- As much as you are.
- No. It's none of your doing.

Now, go on.
I don't want you to get hurt.

Get back.

- I told you to stay away from here.
- Tulio, listen...

- Where's the baby?
- She's asleep.

- Get her outta here. Go on home with her.
- Not without you.

- I know why he called.
- You told her?

- I didn't have to.
- What are you blaming him for?

He's trying to save your life.

If you can't think of me,
think of Maria.

I know.
That's why you brought her here.

I didn't have time to find
anyone to leave her with.

Yeah.

Caro mio, haven't you done enough?
Please.

- Why don't you do what she says?
- You do what I say.

- You go on home with her!
- Tulio.

Listen to me, once and for all.

I'm tellin' you.

Come on, I'm doin' what I gotta do.

You take care of yourself, and the baby.
That's what you gotta do.

That way you make it easy
all the way around. Please.

Alan, do what I say.
Take her home for me.

Now, come on. Beat it, will ya?
Before I turn on the fire plug.

Disgraziato! E finita!
From now on, go sleep with the union!

Please, let's stop someplace.

- I'm supposed to take you home.
- I want to be near tulio.

Is there any place
open around here?

Driver:
There's a bar around the corner.

- Any place.
- Okay.

Oh, Bella Mia, no.

Evening, folks.

What'll it be?

- Would you like a beer, Theresa?
- All right.

- Make it two.
- Two beers.

Now, don't give any to the kid.

I got six of my own, and they never
touched a drop till they could talk.

What's the matter, maricia.
What's the matter, hmm?

Oh, capito. Ho capito.

Per la bambina, la vita semplice?

Mmm, va bene, va bene.
“What does that mean?

It's an old saying. It means,
"for babies, life is simple".

I'm sorry.

Theresa: Tu tesoro. Brava, ecco...

I hear tulio's one of the
best cutters in the trade,

good for $150 a week.

Yet for $80 a week, whenever
the union needs an organiser,

puts his head on a chopping block.

I don't get it.

How can anything come before you?

I mean, before his wife and his child?

How many times
have I asked myself that?

He's married to you.

To you.

What reason could he have
big enough?

His father.

His father?

He was a soft man, a dreamer,

who only wanted to make
life better for others.

A poor tailor.

There was never any choice for tulio,
was there?

Choice?

Between his father,

what he thought was...

They were like one person.

The same dreams,
the same hunger.

But if he'd had to choose,

would tulio have turned against
his own flesh and blood?

What kind of a son would do that?

Blood is blood, but there's
always a right and a wrong.

Yes.

And a choice has to be made.

Tulio! Look out!

What are you trying to do, kill me?
Who's this stuff for?

- Roxton fashions.
- Nothing gets delivered to roxton.

No going through our picket line!

Alfredi!

Alfred!

Why?

- Why you?
- Alfredi!

Latzo! Miller!

- All right, what do we do now?
- Let's go.

- Aren't we going to deliver the stuff?
- Not tonight.

- Hey, where's kovan?
- The guy I slugged?

- Guess he beat it.
- You guess?

- Well, he ain't here now.
- Do you think he seen us?

Miller: Well, if he did, he'll
know enough to keep his mouth shut.

Alfredi:
Yeah, but what if kovan talks?

Who's got time for waltzin' around?
Get movin'!

Let's go.

- Where's the phone?
- Right there.

- Alan: What happened?
- They got tulio.

Tulio!

- Get me the police.
- Hey, she left her baby!

Tulio! Tulio!

Tulio! Tulio!

Tulio, caro mio.

Tulio. Tulio!

Tulio!

Walter, where have you been?

I was so worried when I called
the office and you weren't there.

After reading the papers,
I didn't know what to think.

- I was with the police.
- Police!

What did they want you for?

Well, it was my place
he was picketing.

There were no witnesses.
The others said they ran away.

How could this have happened?

Renata pulled a knife

on one of the truckers
when he tried to get through.

Ravidge told me it was unavoidable.

I believe it! I saw it.
The way he behaved in the shop,

the way he behaved in my office.
He was a hothead.

- Heard from Alan?
- Nothing.

Didn't even come home last night.

Walter, is it really worth all this?

Where are they all goin'?

To Renata's funeral.
Where do you think?

The work's stopped in all the shops.

What are they so excited about?

Ain't the first time a union organiser
was killed in the garment center.

In the old days,
when the union started,

they used to kill 'em like flies.

Bronson: When the union loses
a tulio Renata, it may well weep,

for the tulio renatas
can never be replaced.

Even in a union like ours,

where so many have given so much
for the betterment of others.

Every bone in his body,
every drop of his blood,

everything that a man had to give,

he gave for this union.

Tulio was every man's friend,

as he believed that
every man was his friend.

Yes,

the tulio renatas
belong to all mankind,

for we were his life.

Everything he did, he did for us,
not for himself,

not for his family.

But as tulio dedicated himself,

so we shall pledge ourselves
to his memory,

all 400,000 of us.

Narrator: They gave
tulio Renata a martyr's funeral,

one of the biggest ever held
in New York City.

Every shop closed
in the garment district.

Over 65,000 workers poured
into the canyons of seventh Avenue

to honour his memory,

and protest against his murder.

This was the final tribute.

Theresa, where are you going?

I want to know why you're moving.
“What's the difference?

If there's any way I can help.
The union won't, or it seems that way.

How much more can they do?

Beside giving me a job,

wanting to take care of my baby
in the nursery,

begging me to live here for nothing?

Then why move?

Because I just can't
stay in that apartment.

Everything I touch,
everything I see...

Like tulio's still there.

What's the use?

Driver!

Will you please bring my things up?

- What floor, lady?
- Fourth.

Never mind moving anything,
and leave your meter running.

- Theresa, why here?
- Because tulio's mother lives here.

But this is no place for you.

- If it's a question of...
- No, thank you.

- Let me find you both another place.
- No, no, I've got to stay here.

But why? Why?
It doesn't make sense.

This is her home. She's lived here
ever since she came to this country.

It's full of memories for her.

It's all she's got left,
and her grandchild.

Theresa: Mamma.

Mamma, this is Alan Mitchell.

- Mitchell?
- The son. He's a friend.

On.

Would you like to come in?

Theresa! I gotta tell you.

Tell me what?

- Can't it wait?
- No, it can't wait!

Drinking don't help.
Confession don't help.

If I tell you,
then maybe I can live with it.

Live with it?

What are you talking about?

Mamma.

I didn't...

Try to save tulio, like I said.

- You didn't?
- No.

I lied.

I lied to you. I lied to the police.
I didn't run after help.

I just...

Lay there after they hit me.

And the others?

They lied, too.

They were the ones
that held him while...

Alfredi, latzo, his friends?

And you?

Is a man free to do what he wants?

I got a kid, too, you know.

Maybe that's why I didn't help him
after they...

After?

After what? What?

After they ran away,
and they left me.

You were there all alone with him.

You could have saved him.

- You could have saved him!
- I wanted to, Theresa.

I was afraid.

You...

You let him die!

- Assassino! Assassino!
Alan: Theresa! Theresa!

Afraid of what? What?

- Stop it! Theresal
- Disgraziato! Assassino!

We gotta take care of kovan
before he gets to the grand jury.

- I'll be glad to accommodate.
- You keep that knife in your pocket.

If he turns up dead...
You and youl!

But we just can't let him
get away with it.

A couple of phone calls
in the middle of the night,

remind him he's got
a wife and a kid.

Newsreader: And now for the
latest news on the labour front.

The grand jury today failed
to return an indictment

for the murder of tulio Renata

on the grounds of
insufficient evidence.

George kovan, ilg picket,

who'd reversed his earlier testimony,

apparently was unable to convince
the grand jury with his accusation.

I hope that ends it.

Now, if there were only
some word from Alan.

All this time,
without even a phone call.

Does he blame me for what happened?
Doesn't he understand?

Does he think all this is my doing?

I'm sorry, Lee. You shouldn't
have to go through all this.

You have no idea how worried
your father's been about you.

Has he? I never thought he worried
about anybody but himself.

If that's what you
came back to tell me...

Alan:
I only came to ask you one thing.

The district attorney needs evidence.

I want you to tell him how you
kept ravidge on the payroll,

what for, and how he threatened
Renata in your office.

He threatened to beat him up
if he caused trouble, that's all.

He meant to murder him, and he did!
Kovan wasn't lying.

Do you expect me to believe that,
when the grand jury didn't?

I heard kovan before he was
scared out of his wits.

It was a deliberate murder,
and ravidge was behind it.

There's no proof.

Until there is, I'll take
his word against the union's.

- Because you want to.
- Because I know the union.

I pleaded with them
to leave me alone.

If it wasn't for the union,
I wouldn't have to use a ravidge.

That's no excuse
for taking a man's life.

Are you saying I condone murder?

I'm saying that if you don't go
to the district attorney,

tell him what you know,
you're just as guilty as ravidge.

Walter, please!

Alan, wait! You mustn't
leave, no matter what.

He's your father. He needs you.

Alan: Tony.

Oh, good morning, Alan.

- What are they doing in our shop?
- Well, I had to put 'em on.

Who told you to? Not my father?

Well, the boss is not here.
I got a word from mr ravidge.

Ravidge.

Get outta here, the three of you!

What's the idea?

- The boss' son.
- Now go on, get out!

- Now hold on, you can't...
- Get out!

Now, wait a minute.
Wait a minute!

All right, out. Come on.

- Workers: Yeah, about time.
- Yeah.

Tony: All right, come on,
back to work, huh?

Roxton fashions. One moment, please.
I'll connect you.

Jean, do you know
where I can reach my father?

No, sir, I don't. He said
he'd be out most of the day.

- Well, let me know when he comes in.
- All right, sir.

Roxton fashions.

And when Artie ravidge
gives a promise,

you can make book on it.

You'll work in roxton fashions.

- Yeah?
- Receptionist: Mr Mitchell is here.

Right in.

Wait outside.

Come in and close the door, Walter.

Aren't they the ones
who were accused of...

That's right.

I put them three to work
at your place this morning,

and they got kicked out.

You put 'em to work in my place?

I gave them my word
I'd take care of them.

A cash consideration, plus steady work
if they got into a jam,

which they did.
The union tore up their cards.

Then kovan told the truth.

You lied to me.

Walter, listen to me.

The union's got a big drive on,
in case it skipped your head.

"Bring all the shops in," they holler.

There was only one way
to stop that organiser.

Murder?

Muscle is muscle.

Use it to turn a buck,
and you might as well go all the way.

For fifteen years,
I kept the union off your back,

and you never asked me how.

All you did was grab the benefits.

I should have known.
I just closed my eyes to it.

And kenner?

When a halo starts growing,
it's a regular disease.

What'd happen to me
if you caught it?

And now, I got
a more delicate situation.

Your son.

It was him kicked them out.

He knew I sent them.
It was just like I didn't exist.

Out they went.

And out they stay.

Walter, in my end of the business,
a man's word,

it's the basis of existence.

Them three, you take back,
and your son's out.

You think you can fire my son?

Chop went the axe.
That's how I think.

Artie, we're through.

It's still my business.

And if it's the last thing I do,
I'm gonna put you where you belong.

How? You got proof?

Walter,

in case you wanna play games,

remember how I play.

The door.

- Good night, mr Mitchell.
- Good night.

- Have a nice weekend, mr Mitchell.
- Thank you.

Oh, er... mr Mitchell.
I have these calls.

All this can wait till Monday.
Have a nice weekend.

- Thank you. Good night.
- Good night.

Good night.

So you fired those three hoodlums
this morning.

I heard about it.

Well, ravidge just went with 'em.

You broke with him?

Now it's just the two of us.

Will he let you go?

Leave him to me.

I've got a complete record
of every cent I ever paid him.

When I first started, it was nominal.

- Then he demanded more and more.
- Isn't that...

Oh, yeah, that's extortion.

And I was a party to it.

I'll take my chances with the law.

Tomorrow morning, I'm turning the
books over to the district attorney.

Dad, I...

To Mitchell and son.

Mitchell and son.

We'll start again.

We'll go union.
Sure, we'll give it a try.

If other manufacturers
can make it without the edge...

So can we, the two of us.

The two of us.

We'll click.

It's not too important.
Mitchell and son, that's what matters.

Here's where the business
really starts to grow.

Ah, you can't stop in the garment
business. If you don't grow, you die.

Why keep knocking yourself out?

Well, that's the
kind of business this is.

No, dad.
It's the kind of man you are.

I could never see it before,

how you were always
burying yourself in the business.

I had to.

I wanted the best for you.

No, dad, it's something inside
that won't let you rest.

Business was always the place you
ran to, to get away from yourself.

You can't help it,

or even see it.

Don't get me wrong.
I'm not blaming you.

Well, things are gonna
be different now.

That's all I ever wanted.

To have a father.

Just give me a chance.

Boss, we gotta go over the samples.

- Later, Tony.
- But it's for next week's work.

You go home. I'll take care of it.

Mr Mitchell, are you okay?

Good night, Tony.

Good night, mr Mitchell.

- Good night, Alan.
- Good night, Tony.

Well...

I'll be busy for a while.

How about you picking up Lee?
We'll all have dinner together.

Could I ask Theresa to come along?

Mrs Renata.

Yes, I'd like that.

I'd like that.

I'll call her just as soon as
I scrape this off.

Miss hackett, please.

Just a moment.
Miss hackett, it's for you.

- Who is it?
- Mr Mitchell.

Thank you.

Walter, could I call you back?
I'm right in the middle of...

- Look, if it's only business...
- Only business?

Walter, are you all right?

Never felt better,

unless of course you're too busy
to get married today.

Walter, what...
What brought this on?

Well, this is a day
full of wonderful surprises.

More surprises?
I don't need any more.

See you in half an hour.
I'll tell you then.

Alan will pick you up
at your apartment.

Goodbye, darling.

Goodbye, Walter.

Mrs Renata, please.
She works in mr Bronson's office.

Theresa? This is Alan.

Theresa: Alan, what's the matter?
Is something wrong?

Newsreader:
And here is a surprise development

in the alleged slaying
of Walter Mitchell.

The slain man's son has promised

that evidence will
soon be forthcoming

that will lead to the arrest
and conviction of the murderer.

If I'd stayed away,

hadn't come back,

this never would have happened.

Don't blame yourself.

There's only one man responsible.

My father told me
he had certain records.

If I could only find them.

I have them.

I'll get them to you.

You can turn them over
to the district attorney.

Could I take you...

I'd like to stay here for a while.

I'll take Theresa home.

Wait there.

Hey, Mitchell, lay off,
or the kid's legs will come next.

Maria!

Maria! Mamma, Dov'e la bambina?

Maria!

My baby! Maria! Maria!

Maria! Mammal

mamma! Mamma, Maria!

Mammal!

- Mamma: What's the matter?
- Nothing.

Maria!

There's a phone at the corner.

No, I'm not going to leave you alone.

- Hello.
- Man: Miss hackett?

Yes.

Keep out of the Mitchell business,

or that pretty face of yours
won't be pretty anymore.

Remember, we know
every move you make.

What time is it? After four.

What do you think happened to Lee?

Get some rest. I'll watch.

Come on. Please.

- Who is it?
- Milkman.

We don't want any milk.

I've gotta get these
to the district attorney.

They'll never let you get by.

I'll have to take that chance.
There's no other way.

Nol! If they find out what
you're carrying, they'll kill you.

I've had enough heroes in my life.

Then there's only one way left.

To try to get to that phone.

Put those away.

And lock the door, and don't let
anyone in till I get back. Understand?

Be careful.

Mr ravidge would like to see you.
“What for?

Never mind, buster.
Get in there.

Don't let her out of your sight.

Right.

- No!
- Out of my way.

Inside.

All right, wait in my office.
I'll call you if I need you.

Now, junior...

That's my father's chair
you're sitting in.

That's right.

- Here's the deal...
- I'm not making any deals with you.

Sunday morning
in the garment district,

every building quiet like a cemetery.

If anything happens, nobody hears,
so pay attention.

From your father, I got $2,000
a week, cash. Every week.

With you, starting Monday,
50% of the profits.

And the union stays out, like always.
No signing up.

You run the business like I tell you.

I'm going to run it
the way my father intended,

after he broke with you,
and you had him killed.

- That's a terrible accusation.
- You murdered them all.

- Renata, kenner, and my father.
- Just keep talking.

You'll talk yourself
right into the grave.

I'm going to finish
what my father started.

- I'm going to put you...
- Son, if you had anything on me,

you'd have handed it
to the police already.

You don't have a chance, mr ravidge.
What I've got...

- You're scaring me.
- A set of books.

Books?

A record of all you
took from my father.

Extortion, tax evasion,
and that's just the beginning.

When the police open
the rest of the sewer,

and your hoods start to talk,

you're on your way
to the electric chair.

Where are they?

You will tell me, junior.

- Not a chance.
- Oh, yes,

you'll tell me.

Where are they?

Well?

You go to hell.

Tell me!

Never.

Get up!

Well, junior, you had enough?

Too bad that's all he can get.

Well, shall we go? Yes.

- Look, why don't you two run along?
- Not without you.

- But I've got...
- Come on. No arguments.

I've already got a table for three.

- Hey, boss, where you goin'?
- To lunch. Be back in an hour.

But you gotta okay the new line.

Can't it wait? Wait?

With the whole shop sittin"?

And what about the goods?
When are you gonna pick that?

And there's a couple of
big buyers from Chicago...

Okay, okay. You better go ahead.
I'll try to join you later.

Not even time for lunch.

Just because you
run a union shop, boss,

don't give you the same rights
like the workers.

They get an hour for lunch, not you.

Well, that's the garment business.

Roxton fashions. I'll see if he's in.

Roxton fashions. Mr Mitchell
is busy now. Will you call later?

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