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Hey, buddy... What do you think you're doin'?

You think you own these streets?

What about that STOP sign?

What STOP sign?

Little Joe...

What are you doin' here?

I got you the stuff you wanted.

You didn't bring it here?!

No...it was in his briefcase... the whole works.

You didn't bring the briefcase?!

No...I'm not stupid... just what's inside.

It's in the paper.

Give it to me and get outta here.

I told you not to come around here!

Hey, hold on a second.

Let's go.

Go on...get out! Go on...blow!

Is this all the trade you could drum up?

There'll be more... there usually is.

Usually? I don't do "usually".

The fewer guys get here, the less votes we make.

We're not voting tonight... We're demonstrating support.

Who are the 2 guys over there in the 4th row, next to the end?

On the right?

That's Bill Gibson and Fred McAfee.. They work for Carleton and Sons.

They're pretty average union guys.

Good bowlers.

Bill Gibson won $400 in a quiz show.

That's very interesting.

Alright, grab that gavel... Let's get the meeting underway.

Alright, fellas...

We got the honour of having our good friend and president

'Little Joe' Braun here with us tonight.

And Joe is gonna give us the lowdown...

on the 'sideshow' that those politicians will be startin' tomorrow.

Let's show Joe that we're with him all the way!

I wanna thank you men for the warm reception you just gave me...

Especially the guys that booed.

It's good to know there are a couple of honest men in the room anyway.

I'm here to tell you guys there's a circus comin' here tomorrow...

There's some phoney politicians comin' to town on a union-bustin' expedition.

They're gonna ask me if I shot my grandmother.

Yeah, I shot her!...

They're also gonna ask me who paid for my yacht.

Well, I don't own A yacht...

I got news for ya... I got TWO yachts...

A front yacht and a back yacht!

Now maybe it's just a coincidence that the Senate Committee is comin' here...

...while we're trying to negotiate with the employers.

And if the employers want to know

what kind of a deal we're gonna make with the tool works...

I'll tell 'em.

We're gonna give 'em the works!

Your name Bailey?

Yeah.

Shop Steward?

That's right.

I got a note for ya.

From Himself.

Says I got a job here.

What if the boss don't like it?

You tell him I'm his insurance policy...

As long as I'm working... he won't have any troubles.

Hey...Don't fool with the tools, will ya!

What's your line, anyway?

- It says "Helper". - I know...

But what kind of a help?

What do you care what kind?... You got the word.

Fella named bill Gibson around?

Yeah, he's here...he's over there by the wash-basin.

Fella on the right.

C'mon Freddie.

Whadda you got there? Apple pie?

That's love...

Sure...after 10 years... Mary still cares.

C'mon man!

Sure it does!

No kiddin'...She's a doll, that girl.

You're Bill Gibson.

Seen you on a quiz show, didn't I?

Could be.

Them quiz shows are fixed... all of 'em.

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

C'mon...they give you guys the answers before they ask the questions.

Oh yeah? We got ourselves a mark here, Bill.

Here's a little of pocket-book of facts we carry around just for suckers like you.

Go on...take a look at it.

Ask any question in it... I bet you Bill can give you the answer.

Let's see the colour of your money.

- I'll hold the dough. - Here's 2 bucks on Bill.

Sure you can afford it?

Alright...

How old was Jesse James, when he was killed?

34.

Bet another five.

You're covered.

Do you know why they call a crumb who rats on his pals, a "stool pigeon"?

It's from a tame pigeon they put in a net, as a decoy to lure in other pigeons.

He took you again.

We got a real pigeon this time, Bill.

Bet you another five.

When a mobster knocks off a punk...

Why does he always leave a dime in his hand.

Guess I don't know that one.

You're smart fella.

Just don't get TOO smart!

Well, he sure had it open at the right place, for a guy like him.

"Criminals".

How come you didn't know the answer, Bill?

They leave a dime to show how little his life's worth.

Why didn't you speak up?

Fred...sometimes it pays not to win too much money off strangers.

You guys want to hear the Senate Committee pick on 'Little Joe'?

Mr Braun do you know that 34 of the 42 individual unions that make up your organisation

are headed by men with prison records?

I refuse to answer that question on the grounds of the 5th Amendment of the U.S. Constitution.

Mr Braun...

Did the treasurer of the Precision Toolers write a cheque for $8,245.88, to pay for a black limousine?

I refuse to answer that question on the grounds of the 5th Amendment.

And is the title of said black limousine now on your name?

I refuse to answer that question on the grounds of the 5th Amendment.

Did the treasurer of the Precision Toolers write a cheque for $85,500

to pay for a house situated at 1529 Dandon Rd?

I refuse to answer that question on the grounds of the 5th Amendment.

And is the title of said house at 1529 Dandon Rd now in YOUR name?

I refuse to answer that question on the grounds of the 5th Amendment.

That's the 17th time 'Little Joe' has taken the 5th amendment.

Mr Chairman...

May I object to the use of TV cameras in this hearing room...

...as an unwarranted invasion of my client's privacy.

Objection overruled.

And as a prejudicial action, designed to create...

...adverse public opinion... relative to Mr Braun.

If anything is crating adverse public opinion of your client, Mr Cernak...

...it is taking refuge under the 5th Amendment...

in defiance of the Ethical Practices Code of the American Federation of Labor and the CIO.

Objection overruled.

Mr Braun...what is the name of the treasurer of the Precision Toolers?

I refuse to answer that question on the grounds of the 5th Amendment.

Mr Braun, may I remind you...

...that if your use of your constitutional rights is obviously capricious...

...you can still be cited for contempt.

Mr Henland, it isn't MY constitutional rights...

...if YOU can decide when I can use it.

I will rephrase the question, Mr Braun.

Is the treasurer's name, William Tragg?

I refuse to answer that question on the grounds of the 5th Amendment.

The witness is excused...

...subject to the re-call of the Chair.

Mr Chairman...I will call William Tragg as my next witness.

William Tragg!

Mr William Tragg.

Mr Chairman, I don't seem able to locate my witness...

I would like a recess until this evening, to try to find him.

This committee will recess until 8 o'clock tonight.

Bill!

- Bill...come on! - What's the matter?

Oh, it's awful... Hurry!

Look!

Stop it, Bill!

You called me a junk-head!

Well, go on, Bill... Stop this!

No, honey.

Then I will!

No!

I don't understand you.

He's hurting him... Bill, stop it, please!

We can't fight ALL of his battles for him, honey.

He's got to learn to take care of himself, someday.

I think you're cruel.

Alright you guys, come on... Break it up!

Break it up...c'mon... up...on your feet!

What's the big battle all about?

I thought you guys were supposed to be buddies.

You guys been watching the fights on TV Wednesday nights?

You were really goin' at him.

Here, son...wipe the blood off your mouth.

That's a pretty good right hook you had, Skip.

Sure showed HIM... didn't I Mr Gibson?

You sure did.

Now the fight's over... now what do we do?

C'mon, Skip...shake hands with him.

Alright.

Stick around...

I'm gonna get you a couple o' peace pipes to smoke together.

Alright...come on, tigers!

A couple of vanillas.

Here, Skip...

Heap big pipe of peace!

Gee, thanks Mr Gibson!

Jimmy...Light up!

I'm gonna take this battler home and give him a shower and a rub-down.

I'll see you tonight, Bill.

OK, Fred.

You don't want to fight with your friends, son... or you won't have any.

I didn't do so good... did I, Pop?

I don't know, son... I think you did fine.

I'm not kidding myself, Pop... He licked me.

Well, you proved ONE thing... You proved you can take it.

That's important.

What's so good about gettin' beat up?

Well, if you get beat up and you don't quit... that proves you're a man.

- Does it? - Sure!

Hey...you know that last punch you threw...

The one in the bread-basket... that was a good punch.

Was it?!

Say...if I found my old boxing gloves...

Will you give me some pointers?

Why...sure!

Timmy Gibson...eating ice-cream! You'll spoil your dinner.

Oh, mother... It's just a little 'iced appetizer'.

What have YOU got for dinner?

Roast beef and brown potatoes.

Oh boy!...roast beef!

You go wash your hands, son.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

Mr Chairman, I'm still unable to locate my witness.

Mr William Tragg has not been seen since he drove away from the Union Hall last night.

I have subpoenaed records he had volunteered to produce before this committee.

And I have just been informed they are no longer in his office.

Mr Tragg is treasurer of the Precision Toolers?

That is correct.

And until we find him, I am going to request Joe Braun to resume the witness stand.

You got the bridge table set up, buddy?

I'm losing money, waiting.

Don't be discouraged... you're gonna lose more!

- 'Little Joe' Braun's on TV. - 'Little Joe; Braun?!

'Cowboy Pete' here, has been switching programs.

Excuse me.

Oh gee, Dad, now I have to go and listen to the old radio.

Mr Braun...I have here a telegram from the president of the National Federation...

It reads..."This organisation would like to go on record that any union official...

...refusing to testify before a congressional committee...

...on the grounds that he may incriminate himself...

...is bringing adverse public opinion upon ALL organised labor...

..and is liable to expulsion by a vote of the Board of Directors.

Counsel may inspect this message.

Mr Braun, in light of this information...

...will you consider carefully your answer to the next question?...

Do you know a Jess Haskel, convicted of embezzling $28,000 from Local 43?

I refuse to answer that question on the grounds of the 5th Amendment.

Do you know Oscar Wetzel... commonly known as 'The Executioner'?

I refuse to answer that question on the grounds of the 5th Amendment.

I will refresh your memory, Mr Braun.

The man sitting in the second seat in the front row is Mr Oscar Wetzel.

For the record, evaded arrest for assault, mayhem, arson, and 2nd-degree murder.

Do you know him?

C'mon...let's play cards.

I think I've seen that face some place before.

Face isn't familiar to me.

Mr Braun, this man is notorious, and you're the head of a big public organisation.

By hiding behind the 5th Amendment, you're admitting that you're...

Hiding?! I'm not hiding.

Hiding behind the 5th Amendment, Mr Braun.

Who said so?!

Among others, The National Federation of Labor.

What do THEY know about things?

They know that if a man has nothing to hide...

- ...he's not afraid to... - Wait a minute!

Mr Senator, may I state right here and now...

...that I ain't afraid of nothin'!

You DO know Oscar Wetzel, don't you Mr Braun?

I've never heard of him before in my life.

Alright, come on.

Come on, let's play...right now!

Mary, you got the table ready?

Mr Braun...

Has any officer of the Precision Toolers...

...ever paid any of the bills for your private racing-stable?

WHAT private racing stable?

I have here an affidavit signed by William Tragg, treasurer of the Precision Toolers...

In which he states that the union paid out $18,500 for your stabling bills.

If he said that, he's a liar.

The witness is excused.

And I will request the Chairman's permission...

The hearing is now adjourned.

Hello, Bagget...

Yes, I'm aware that the Shop Steward called all the men off the job today.

Well I'll try and get 'em back as soon as possible.

Right...hang on just a minute.

Hello...Charlie...

Get a hold of the Shop Steward at Bagget Manufacturing...

...and tell him I want all the men back on the job by tomorrow.

I don't care what their grievances are.

You just get 'em back... That's an order from me!

Hello..Bagget...

Did you hear that?

Yeah...well, look... Any time you have a problem...

...you just call me personally.

That's right.

Well, we'll help each other...right?

One hand washes the other.

Nice talkin' to you...

Well, there you go...

That company now owes me a favour... and in a few days I'm gonna ask 'em for it.

You're gonna need a lot more than a favour, if you're gonna stay with the '5th'.

Why did you deny knowing Wetzel, today?

Because Wetzel is hot.

All the more reason...

Oh, you're a lawyer!

Look, I've explained it to you... You stay with the '5th'...

..all they can pin on you is 'Contempt'.

Perjury is a lot worse, Joe.. several years worse.

Anybody on the outside ever see you with Wetzel?

I don't know of anybody.

Wait a minute...

There WERE a couple of guys that saw me out in front of the Union Hall the other day.

Get that, will you.

Who wants him?

Joe...

The couple of guys in front of the Union Hall.

Joe...

Cliff Hill from the Federation.

Hello, Cliffy...

Yeah, well they tried to slow me up a little bit today...

...but they didn't get very far.

The Board met, and what...?

What?!

Mary...

Hi, honey...I'm home!

Hello, Bill!

Hi Pop...look what Uncle Joe gave me!

A silver dollar!

That's quite a bit of money for a little boy like you, isn't it?

Gee...it sure is!

I'm going to go show it to Skip!

Hello, darling!

I told Mr Braun you'd be home soon.

Do you want me to hold dinner for a while?

Nice place you got here...

But a pretty girl like this deserves a lot better.

Well...WE like it!

If you'll excuse me, Mr Braun... I'll go take care of my chores.

Or maybe you'd like to stay for dinner?

Thanks, but I can't.

I'll take a raincheck.

A real livin' doll you got there...

You ought to keep your eye on her.

I don't have to watch my wife, Mr Braun...

Just call me Joe.

You know, I've had my eye on you for quite some time.

I'd like to talk a little business with you... Let's sit down, shall we?

A couple of my guys tell me that you're a real smart fella.

I don't quite get you, Mr Braun...

What do you mean... you've been watching me?

Well, a big union like Precision Toolers is always on the lookout for new talent.

I'm sorry... I just don't get the point.

How'd you like to come to work for me as an organiser...

200 bucks a week...

And an expense account.

Look...Mr Braun...

I don't know anything about gettin' guys to join a union...

And if you're thinkin' about strong-arm stuff...

...you got the wrong guy.

Nobody said anything about strongarm stuff.

I'm a real peaceful guy... I like my work...

...and I like my family.

You want to take good care of them.

I saw you on TV yesterday, Mr Braun.

You did?

Yeah.

Some of those organisers of yours are pretty rough-looking characters.

Pop...Skip and me are going to the movies.

Mom said we could.

I'm buying!

It's OK, Mom!

Skip's folks say he can go.

His mother's going to pick us up.

That's a cute kid you've got there.

Want to know who those guys were on that TV program the other day?

They were union-busters.

You said something a few minutes ago, about...strongarms.

Sure, we used to have a few guys like that on the payroll...

We had to fight fire with fire.

But things have changed...

We have a new thing now, called "Public Relations"...

Sure...it's good business for me to hire different types of men.

Ex-big-league-ballplayer...

Good clean-cut family man with a reputation of packing muscle

...between his ears instead of his knuckles...

You could do the union a lot of good.

I want you on my payroll.

I don't think I want to work for you, Mr Braun.

You're workin' for me anyway.

You're in my union.

Then when you become a part of my personal staff...

..an even bigger cheque...

No grease under the fingernails.

This may sound crazy, but i like working on a lathe...

...and I think I'll stick with Carleton.

Don't make up your mind too fast.

You think it over, buddy-boy.

Goodnight Mrs Gibson.

Goodbye, Mr Braun.

Come again, won't you?

Yes, I might do that.

You got a real stubborn husband here... Take good care of him.

Bill...breakfast is ready.

Fred not here yet?

Now you can't even start your breakfast without HIM?

Ooh...waffles.

- Hi kids. - 'Morning, Fred.

Will you have a waffle?

No thanks, I've had a big breakfast.

- A little bacon? - No thanks.

D'you know what happened to ME last night?

Wait till you hear what happened to ME last night.

Wait...will you listen to me?

'Little Joe' came over to my house last night.

You're kidding!

The man himself!

Hey, that does look like pretty good bacon.

Help yourself.

He offered me a job, organising for the Toolers.

200 bucks a week.

Very funny... That's what he offered ME.

He did?

Yeah...he was here last night.

But Fred...you take the job... 'coz I turned it down.

You must be nuts turning down a job that pays 200 bucks a week.

I might just have a little smidgen of waffle.

Mary...fix Fred a waffle, will you?

No, really Mary... I just couldn't eat a thing.

Take the whole thing!

- I've HAD my breakfast. - Go ahead.

No...thank you very much.

You want a big laugh?

I turned the job down, too.

We both must be a couple of nuts.

Could i have a little more coffee, just to keep it warm, please.

Have some milk, too.

No, thanks, really... I'm not hungry.

You know something I can't figure out...

Why would a character like this Braun, want you and me working in his outfit.

Maybe he figures he's gonna have trouble keeping the Precision Toolers in line.

Now that he's been kicked out of the Federation.

Still don't know where we'd fit in the picture.

A couple of very popular guys.

If we're gonna stay popular.. we'd better get outta here.

Oh boy!...Waffles!

- Goodbye honey...goodbye son - Goodbye Dad.

Thanks for the cup of coffee, Mary.

I'll go see what it's all about.

Hey, what's the beef?

What do YOU care... It's a picket line, ain't it?

Look, I didn't come over to argue... I just want to know what's goin' on.

The boys wasn't happy with the work conditions.

So...they walked out.

I've been workin' for Carleton for 10 years...

I never seen any of THESE guys before.

So what? Listen!...

Only a fink goes through a picket line.

You get the message?

Where's Bailey?

Who's he?

Whadda you mean..."Who's he?"

You run the strike...and you don't even know the Shop Steward.

You got any complaints... take them up with 'Little Joe'.

On your way!

- Now wait a minute... - Hey, Bill!

Alright...one side, you punks!

There's a strike goin' on here, boy!

What strike? I don't know nothin' about no strike...

Get outta my way!

C'mon boys...Get 'im!

Take your hands off me!

Take it easy!

Do you wanna get your head knocked in?

Mixin' with those guys is like takin' a swing at a cop.

Take it easy!

What's this about, anyway.

Who called a strike?

All I know is, I got a phone call from 'Little Joe'.

He said this guy named Zatko was comin' over with some pickets.

We should listen to HIM.

I don't get it.

Look...There's as many of us as is there are of them...

- Let's rush 'em! - Take it easy!

What do you say we all go down to the Union Hall?...

See what the score is on this thing.

- Good idea... - Good idea...Let's go!

What's going on, Brannell...?

We came to work this morning... and found a picket line.

Yeah...there's a strike.

How can there be a strike...? There hasn't been a vote!

Nobody even told ME... And I'm the Shop Steward.

Nobody HAS to tell you.

Read your by-laws, Bailey!

Oh, that's a lotta bull... Where's 'Little Joe'?

He's busy.

Listen, Brannell...we're dues-payin' members of this union...

We wanna see 'Little Joe'... we're gonna see 'im!

Sure, Fred...as a matter of fact, Joe wants to see you, too.

Come on.

Is Bill Gibson here, too?

Come on, boys.

Wait a minute!...

I'm the Shop Steward at Carleton.

Yeah, you're gonna keep on bein' the Shop Steward, if you learn to keep your mouth shut.

Now when Joe wants to see YOU... I'll tell ya!

Now, come on boys.

Hello, boys.

How's it going?

That's what WE'd like to know.

Come to work this morning... find a bunch of yeggs blocking the gate.

I wouldn't say "yeggs"... Them are nice boys.

Here, have a cigar.

How about you, Bill?

Well, I guess you guys wanna know what's goin' on, eh?

We sure do.

Well, how would you like a 15% raise in salary and a 3-week paid vacation?

Who wouldn't?!

Fine..but you gotta win a strike first.

The strike was won, before I called it.

Carleton and Sons can't operate without a high-test alloy...

The only place they can get what they need is at Bagget Manufactures.

And they'll be very happy to give you boys the 15% increase...

...or else! Follow me?

No!

You're supposed to be the smart one here...

Explain it to your partner!

Evidently Mr Braun has put some pressure on this...Bagget Manufactures...

The Metallurgists Local...

One of my unions.

Then, through them...he can force Carleton to pay what he wants.

My boys said you were smart!

They were right.

Excuse me.

Braun.

Yeah, listen...I know the law as well as YOU do.

No, there'll be no mediation... no cooling-off period...

It's 15%...AND 3 weeks.

I'm closing you down for good... Do you understand that?

Alright...take it to court...

It'll take you 2 years to win the case... if you DO win it.

Whatta you gonna do with that big plant in the meantime..

Knit neck-ties?

No, I'm not comin' down there to talk to you...

If you wanna talk to ME... come up here!

Well, there you go...

I'll bet you a 'fin' they'll throw in the towel before 6 o'clock.

Now, why don't you come in with ME?

Come on my payroll, and I'll give you $300 a week.

No more grease under the fingernails...

And you can take that pretty wife of yours, out nightclubbing.

I still don't get it...

Who gave YOU the authority to call a strike?

Did the men vote?

Are YOU kiddin'?

Did you ask the officers of the local... or the Board?

Who do you think you are... A Philadelphia lawyer?!

Why don't you boys think it over?

I'll talk to you later...eh?

Order!

Shut up, you guys!

YOU asked for this meetin'...

Anybody got anything to say... Stand up and say it!

I got plenty to say.

My old man had to raise 8 kids on $3 a day, because there WAS no union in those days.

Sure, we're a lot better off right now...

...but how long are we gonna STAY better off...

...if a bunch of stiffs can throw a picket line around a plant, without askin' us?

I think it's about time that somebody told 'Little Joe' Braun

...that WE're not workin' for HIM...

...HE's workin' for US!

Mr Chairman...

I'm the Shop Steward at Carleton and Sons...

...but when a guy named Zatko can come around...

...A guy that nobody ever heard of before...

When this guy can come around and tell everybody what to do...

...then HE can have MY job... I'll resign right now.

Joe 'll be here...he's just held up... He's a little late.

Hold it down, will ya, fellas!

Fred, your stickin' your neck out.

What are you givin' me?...Boo!

How do you think you're gonna look without teeth?!

A lot better than I'd look without guts.

Are you guys askin' for ME?

What about that strike?

I'll tell you about that strike...

- Joe, I told them... - Quiet!

How did you like your vacation, boys?

What vacation? We get paid for vacations.

Well you're gonna get paid for this one, too.

The strike is over, boys...

You get a 15% raise in pay... and a 3-week paid vacation.

I don't believe it.

That is, everybody in this room is gonna get it...

Except Fred McAfee there, who isn't paid up in his dues!

What, are you nuts or somethin?

Here is my dues book... all paid-up.

Alright...let me see his dues book... Get it for me...give it to me!

Go on...take a look at it.

Just like I thought.. Six months delinquent!

Here...Brannell...suspend him!

You're out of your mind!

Wait a minute...let's have no violence in here...

Hold it!

Let's try and conduct this meeting with a little dignity.

Go on...get him outta here.

Are you gonna let him do this to me, you guys?

Then let him go!

Alright, all those in favour of the 15% raise, say "Aye".

AYE!

Opposed?...

Motion passed...meeting dismissed!

Don't stand in my way!

Punk!

Give me a match!

Simmer down, Fred...

How'd you like a pig like Braun steppin' on YOUR face?

I wouldn't like it any more than you, and you know it.

Come on...

I guess I'm just a peaceful guy.

I get to thinkin' about Mary and Timmy...

...and I just want to stay out of trouble.

Well, that's fine... You stay right out of trouble...

Go on back in there and join your friends.

Don't talk like a sap...

You're my friend and you know it.

Oh, no...You can't afford to have ME as a friend any more.

I'm on Joe Braun's 'dirt-list' now.

We'll go down and have a beer, sit down and talk it over.

The guys aren't gonna let Braun throw you out of the union or suspend you.

Are you kiddin'?

For a 15% pay-raise they'd let 'em cut my thumbs off.

Hi, honey...I'm home.

Hi, darling!

Have a good day?

I don't know about that... It was just one of those days.

What happened?

I'll tell you later.

Dinner's almost ready...call Timmy.

- Where is he...out back? - Last time I saw him.

Timmy!

Hey, Skip...have YOU seen Timmy?

Nope...haven't seen him.

Timmy back yet?

No, dear.

Dinner will be spoiled!

Do you know what he's gonna get? A good belt right across the bottom.

Still no sign of him.

Sure hope nothing's happened to him.

You won't spank him when he comes home.

Okay.

Mary, do you have any idea what this house 'd be like, without that kid in it?

I'm going to call the emergency hospital.

- Bill...you don't think...? - I don't think anything...

I just want to make sure it's not the worst.

Get me the Westside Emergency Hospital, please.

Oh Bill!

Hi Mom...hi Dad...

What do you know...

We beat them by 6.

I made 2 touchdowns.

Timmy Gibson, how dare you stay out to this hour!

It's pitch dark now!

And look at your sweater and your pants!

What you need is a good old-fashioned spanking.

I mean it, Bill.

You get in there and wash your face and hands, and go to bed...

Without any supper.

If you ever pull a trick like this again , you're really gonna get a hiding...

Now, go on!

Get in the bedroom!

A fella can't ever have any fun around here.

Brother!

Oh, Bill, I was so frightened.

You and me both, honey.

Bill, what are you gonna do about Timmy?

What do you mean...'what am I gonna do about him?'

You mean...I don't know... If he does this again...

I forgot all about it...

The kid had me so darned worried...

Fred got in trouble over at the union, today...

I thought it might be a nice idea if we went over, and...

...gave him sort of moral support.

Okay?

Alright, hang on... I'll go and get my sweater.

Hey...Mary...

The guy you made such a big hit with, is in a lot of trouble.

Listen to this.

'Little Joe' Braun's perjury trial will be heard in Federal Court, November 1st.

If convicted, Braun could be sentenced to a term of 5 years in the State Penitentiary.

Did you hear me?

Be there in a minute.

I thought your father told you to go to bed.

You can't go to bed without SOMETHING to eat.

Gee, thanks, Mom!

All set now.

What were you doin'... knittin' that sweater?!

Mmm...you smell good!

Oh, honey...I forgot my cigarettes...

You go on...I'll catch up with you.

Okay...go ahead and live it up!

Gee...thanks Dad.

You're welcome.

You...you're a smart one, aren't you?

What do you mean?

I happen to like you... that's all.

Alice!

Hi!

Thought maybe you and Fred 'd like to play a little bridge tonight.

Fred hasn't come home yet... I'm getting a little upset.

Put that down!

I wanna talk to you.

Put it down!

Come around here.

Put the drink down... I want to talk to you!

Now who told you to set this guy McAfee on fire...

He didn't even see us.

You told me to scare him, didn't you?...

So I poured a little gas on him.

A little gas!

Is it my fault the stupid loon lights a match?

How do you think this is gonna look for me at the trial?

You don't set anybody on fire, unless I tell you to...understand?!

Do you want to know every time I put a bullet in a gun?

You told me to shut this guy up... didn't you?

Do you wanna know exactly beforehand how I'm gonna do it?

Are YOU tryin' to pick a beef with me?

I just wanna get my orders straight... that's all.

You're orders were to go and get a picture of this guy McAfee and show it to Tony...

That's what your orders were.

At least you got the picture, eh?

Tony...

Come here...

I want you to take a look at this guy in the photograph...His name is McAfee...

Because he came into your gas station the other day, and got that can of gas.

What'd he get the gas for?

He got the gas, so he could set my house on fire...Stupid!

But your house ain't on fire!

No...but it WILL be!

'Little Joe' Braun says it the other way 'round.

The story here in the paper, says that McAfee tried to burn his house down.

Joe Braun's a liar.

Of course you realise, this might get rough.

Mr Heldon...tell 'em to call me... I'll be there.

I was raised the way I was... it's to go to the cops.

Get me Henley in the DA's office.

Henley...this is Cliff Heldon... Labor Federation...

I've got a witness here, who can convict Joe Braun of perjury.

That's right.

His name is Bill Gibson...

He'll testify he saw Braun and Wetzel TOGETHER outside the Union Hall.

The night before, Braun testified he'd never even seen the man.

The night Bill Tragg disappeared.

Henley...I think if you put your men on it, you'll find Bill Tragg was murdered.

Alright...shut that slop off.

And burn it right now... right here in front of me.

Yes, Joe?

Send in Lou and Danny, please.

Well, Slim...you've done a good job for me...

I'm putting you on my permanent payroll.

Thank you Mr Braun...that's great.

To start off, you can make a private phone call for me.

Hey, Bill...phone for you.

Gibson speaking...

This is the District Attorney's office.

We want to talk to you about your testimony.

How late do you work?

Who am I talking to?

You're a smart fella to want identification.

Does the name Cliff Heldon ring a bell?

For sure.

He called us about you.

Now, how late do you work?

Got some overtime... 6 - 6.30

Can you come down to the District Attorney's office in the City Hall when you're through.

I guess...yeah...sure.

Mary...honey, I might be a little late tonight...

Don't worry about me.

Buddy, what do you think you're doing?

Do you think you own these streets?

What about that STOP sign?

What STOP sign?

Come on in with me.

What do you want to stop here for? The trial starts tomorrow...

We gotta go down to my office and discuss it.

We'll discuss it here.

What's wrong with my office?

You pay me... I'll talk where you want.

I pay you...you talk where I want... Come on!

If that fellow Gibson gets on the stand... He says he saw you with Wetzel...

That ties you right in with the 'human torch' bit...

...And you're halfway to Alcatraz.

Don't worry about Gibson... He won't give us no more trouble.

What makes you so sure?

Did you buy him off?

Not a dollar.

Well, what did you do with him?

I told you Gibson wouldn't give us any more trouble...

...Now is that enough?

No, Joe...that's not enough!

I gotta know what's goin' on, if I'm gonna protect you.

Is he alive?

That's a lousy crack!

I don't think I like it.

Who's he?

Your witness.

- I'm gettin' outta here! - Stop!

Look, if you get in trouble, you're gonna need a lawyer, bad...

I'm no good to you, if I'm a defendant, too.

Look, counsellor...you just drove me over to this place...

...so I could talk to some business associates.

Now, why don't you go in the other room...

...and wait for Kayo to come and play some cards and cool off...eh?

You're stickin' your neck out to be in the same room with him!

You know how many years it took me, to build up this business, do you?

And this is the only guy that could blow it up.

And I'm gonna take care of him personally.

You understand that?

- How's your customer? - Sleepin' peacefully.

Tape his eyes.

Counsellor...

While you're out there, figure out what this guy is gonna say on the stand, exactly.

Exactly...you understand?

Keep your hands down.

Where am I?

I'll tell you where you ain't...

You ain't in court, testifying.

Stand up!

The man says "stand up"!

Alright...

Now sit down, you fink!

Who are you?

We're from the Association.

What association?

"The Anti-Stoolie Association."

Don't knock him.

Stand up!

He said stand up!

You know what we do with stoolies...eh?

You'd look pretty good at the bottom of the harbour...

...in a slab of concrete.

Let's cut 'im first!

Sit down!

He said "sit down"!

You know what you are, stoolie?

You're a dead man.

We don't want to mark 'im.

C'mon, dead man!...

What's goin' on here, boys?

We're just gettin' ready to give this fink the back-road treatment.

You don't have to kill this man...

We got no choice...

If he gets on the witness stand tomorrow, he's gonna sing like a canary.

Maybe not... Maybe he'll listen to reason...

Let me talk to him.

You know what I mean?

It isn't very smart to get yourself killed is it?

Leave your wife a widow.

What would she do for eatin' money?

Who'd look after your kid, buddy-boy?

Joe?...Joe Braun?

Yeah, it's me...listen... I'm here to help you, kid.

This is outta my hands now...

These guys mean business...

This guy Wetzel 'd just as soon kill you as look at you.

All they want you to do... they'll ask you to identify Wetzel

as the guy you saw in front of the Union Hall...

You sat it was dark...

You can't be sure.

It's an honest mistake.

Is that all?

That's all.

Seven good union members

are going to testify they were playing poker with Wetzel

at the same time you THOUGHT you saw him.

You do this for Wetzel, we'll give you 10 grand.

You can get yourself started in a business...

Your wife 'll get her husband back... Your kid, a father...

You won't end up a piece of meat on a marble slab.

Little Joe...there's not gonna be any marble slab.

Don't be too sure, Billy Boy.

You can't get away with any more disappearing witnesses.

I'll tell you why.

Why? Go ahead...tell me why!

One serving of cold meat on a marble slab might be considered coincidence.

Even a second witness set on fire.

Might be some doubt about that, too.

But if number 3 disappears...

Three strikes and you're out, Joe.

I mean REALLY out.

If they don't get you for murder, they'll pin something else on you.

"They"...

I happen to control "THEY".

You don't own public opinion.

No...you know what that did for Capone.

They couldn't hang murder on him, either...

But they got him on somethin' else.

They got him for income tax evasion.

They couldn't pin any killings on Luciano so they deported him.

'Little Joe'...if witnesses against you keep disappearing...

..the newspapers 'll keep you on the front page...

...till you're a dead pigeon.

You know they told me you were a smart guy...

I'm beginnin' to think you're pretty dumb.

You leave me no way out.

I leave you ONE out... ONE, Joe!

I'm going in the witness stand tomorrow and testify I saw Wetzel.

In front of the Union Hall.

Period!

And these goons who had me kidnapped...

They can believe me... or they can believe your 7 "poker players".

You know it's too bad Billy Boy

you didn't come to work for me when I asked you to.

You know me, Billy...

I don't negotiate with a guy when I've got him where I want him.

Looks like, fellas...

...we can't do business like gentlemen.

Don't mark up his face... He has to testify tomorrow.

He told you the terms.

Get a bucket of water.

Slim...go wire him up.

What are you gonna do?

Makin' a good witness out of 'im.

How can you?

I don't care what he says now, or what he promises...

He can double-cross you on the stand tomorrow...

There's not a thing you can do about it.

You underestimate me, Cernak.

I'll be back to you in a minute.

I'm all ready.

Let him have the water!

He's all yours.

Can you hear me Billy Boy?

Yeah.

You know there's one thing worse than being dumb...

That's being too smart.

And you've practically outsmarted yourself into a 500 buck policy!

You know what policy that is, buddy?

The union Death Benefit.

If you don't stop givin' me trouble... it'll go to pay for your funeral!

It'll be your funeral too, Little Joe.

No, it won't be my funeral...

Because you won't disappear...

We got something special for you...

You're gonna have an automobile accident...

In your own car!

We've got your car, Billy Boy!

You're not gonna have me killed, Joe...

If you were, you wouldn't even be in the same room with me.

Don't get smart with me, smart boy...

The only chance you've got is to level with me.

And don't lie to me!

If you lie, I'm gonna take up a collection for your widow.

Don't even think of lyin' to me.

I'm gonna let you go home pretty soon, see...

And you drive straight home and you tell your wife you worked a little late.

Nothin' else...do you hear?!

Don't try to use the phone, either.

Because the wires 'll be tapped... Is that understood?

When you get to court tomorrow...

...you don't say nothin' til you get on the stand.

And then you say exactly the right thing.

Is that understood?... The RIGHT thing!

Right...what's your full name?

Bill Gibson.

What's your wife's name?

Mary.

Your kid's name.

Timmy.

Now, I want you to repeat this after me, Billy...

When they ask me to identify Wetzel...

When they ask me to identify Wetzel...

I'll say I made a mistake.

I'll say I made a mistake.

He's lying!

You feel that thing around your fingers, Bill...

You're hooked up to a lie-detector.

You just committed suicide, smart boy!

Get him!

Put 'im on the couch!

Alright...let's do it the hard way.

Got everything ready for the Halloween party?

It's in the car.

Lou...go with him and make it fast.

Goodbye, Mom... I'll catch up with the kids.

Hey, fellas!

Hey, fellas...wait for me!

Hey fellas...where are ya?!

Hey...Timmy...

You want a trick or treat?

Gee...thanks!

You want some more, kid?

Golly...thanks!

Gonna let you go home, Billy Boy...

Gonna let you go home... Don't need you around here anymore.

Besides, you have to be in court tomorrow to testify.

The right way.

- What's the catch? - There's no catch.

You're gonna testify the way I told you to.

Alright, say somethin'.

Say what?

Daddy?

You listen to me, Braun...

If you hurt that kid, I'll kill you.

Listen to me, 'smart boy'...

Nobody's gonna hurt that kid...

Unless you testify the wrong way.

Alright.

Okay...you win.

Send the boy home.

Send the boy home?...

You got things turned around...

The kid don't leave this place til after you recite your piece!

You can't keep him here until after the trial...

His mother 'll call the police.

She ain't gonna call the police... Do you know why?...

Because you're gonna be at home, tellin' her not to.

Get him outta here!

Just a minute...

I want to talk to the boy first.

That's out!

Listen, Braun...you know how the American people feel about kidnapping a child...

They'll tear you apart.

I'm the only one who can save you.

You can't even save yourself.

I can beat this rap with you in the witness chair...

...or at the bottom of the harbour... Either way!

You could've an hour ago... but not now.

You know Braun... The only way I have half a chance

with a guy like you, is to make sure you're afraid of me.

Well, you better be afraid of me...

If anything happens to that kid.. you'll get the gas-chamber.

Do you want me to get him home before Mary calls the police?

Send Timmy in here.. Right now!

Send the boy in here.

Daddy...

Are you alright, son?

Sure?

Looks like the enemy captured us, doesn't it?

Will we kill them?

No...what a crazy idea!

One of them said, if I don't keep quiet...

Never mind about that...

Timmy I want to whisper something in your ear...

Tomorrow morning, we're gonna escape.

Don't you say anything about it.

Don't you be afraid.

Alright...let's go.

Watch the steps.

More steps.

Bill...Mr Heldon's here waiting for you.

What's wrong?

- Nothing, Mary... - Are you alright?

I'm fine, honey.

We came to talk over your testimony tomorrow, Bill...

Well, I been thinkin' about that...

- Well, maybe... - Maybe what?!

Well, it WAS kinda dark that night...

I could've made a mistake.

What's the matter... You getting scared...

...or did somebody "get" to you?

Excuse me Mr Heldon, but, Bill... I'm worried about Timmy...

He isn't home yet.

It's alright Mary...it's alright.

But it's very late...I'll call Alice, and see if Skip's home.

Mary...please... I'll go look for him.

Alice won't mind if I call her.

We been waiting here almost an hour...

I'm sorry...

We didn't come to YOU about being a witness... YOU came to us.

Hello...Alice?

Is Skip home yet?

Mary...please!

Did 'Little Joe' Braun find out you were going to testify?

YOU tell ME!

More than an hour!

But where's Timmy?

- Mary...let me go find him. - Then he DID find out!?

What did you do? Sell out?

Sets fire to your friend...

...and you sell out for a few lousy bucks.

Is that the kind of a man that you are?

He saw Timmy going away with who?

Alice...I'm sorry... we'll call you back...

I've got to use the phone.

Now look here, Gibson...

You're going to have to answer a few questions.

Will you let me alone, please, let me alone.

Something's wrong... something's happened to Timmy.

Nothing's happened to Timmy ...Believe me!

Look...would you get out please...

I'll talk to you tomorrow, any time you say...

But not now.

You've got to go to court tomorrow...

We can't put this off.

If you hadn't volunteered to testify...

...we'd have postponed the trial, till there was more evidence.

If they let him off tomorrow, they can never try him again.

I can't help that.

Bill..this may not mean anything...

But what?

Skip saw Timmy go off in a car, almost 2 hours ago.

With a couple of witches.

Must have been a couple of guys with masks on.

Anyway I asked him about the car...

...and he said it was an old black sedan.

I know all about it... Timmy's alright.

If he's alright...where IS he?

Look, it was an old black sedan they brought me home in.

- Timmy's alright. - Bill!

Wait a minute...wait a minute...

I think I know the way Bill feels.

They took your son... didn't they?!

No...no... Will you get outta here?!

What was their price for bringing him back?

- I'm going to call the police! - No, you're not!

They HAVE kidnapped him, haven't they?

You can't lie to me, Bill.

Listen...It wouldn't do any good to go to the police.

They can search the city... they can put it on the radio.

No...that's one thing we can't do.

If it gets out he's been kidnapped, they...

...they wouldn't have any more use for him!

They'll destroy the evidence... they'll kill him.

They've got my kid!

Look, Bill...you decide to go to court tomorrow, and testify for them.

I won't say a word.

That goes for me, too.

But if you perjure yourself for Braun... just how safe is he?

Look what they did to McAfee.

You'll be safe until the trial... But what about after?

You think they'll say thanks, and let him go?

You've got to do something, NOW!

I agree with Mrs Gibson...

It's a police business.

If I could just be sure I could find that place again.

You were there?

Do you know the street?

Bill..could you recognise the neighborhood?

They had a tape on my eyes.

You were blindfolded?

How do you expect to find it?

I was listening.

Half a million houses in this city.

Hope to find ONE house in a half a million?

It's impossible.

I'm gonna find that place...

...and get my kid back tonight.

You haven't got a prayer.

Then, YOU pray for me!

Bill!...Bill!

Want my car?

Here are the keys.

When they came in, they pushed me out... comin' in THIS direction.

They came from THAT way.

Move over.

Mary...please...stay here!

He's my son, too.

How far in that direction?

To the freeway.

Why the freeway?

I heard cars.

Same speed as the rest of the traffic.

Time it for me...

45 seconds from that exit over there.

How do you know it was 45 seconds?

Timed it from my pulse-beat...

72 to the minute.

Pulse-beats?

42..43...44...45

There's still no sign of a turn-off.

There's gotta be.

There's the on-ramp... over there.

We'll find the entrance to it and work backwards.

Got to be around here some-place.

Hey...what's that?

Turn around...that's where they must have come from.

Yeah...But which way do we turn onto the boulevard?

Right or left?

Before we came onto the freeway, we made a right...

Before we turned, we passed a lot of parked cars...

There wasn't anything like that, right OR left.

There's a high-school stadium at the corner of Field...

Maybe they had a football game tonight.

That's worth a trial.

Daddy?

Daddy?

Oh, shut up!

There's your stadium.

I knew it was impossible.

I know I heard the sounds as if we were passing a lot of parked cars.

Not in front of this stadium.

Is there any place else around here, where a lot of cars could be parked?

Not that I know of.

Well, what do we do now?

Oh, Bill...call the police.

Not many parked cars here.

Oh...this is a wild-goose-chase.

Hey...what are you doing?!

You're gonna kill us!

Close your eyes and listen.

That's the sound.

It's the bridge.

It does sound like parked cars, doesn't it.

Right on the nose! What now, Bill?

Well, there's something like a business section I guess...

With rough streets and a dance-hall of some sorts.

I heard Scotch music.

Well there's your business district.

No dance-hall here.

If only the road's rough.

Are you sure you heard Scotch music?

Bagpipes.

Just before that, it sounded like the car had a flat tyre.

That's it...the "flat tyre".

Tar-strips..across the road.

Well, whadda ya know!

Hey...what are you doin'?

Goin' back to that beat joint.

Miss, excuse me...

Have you heard any bagpipe music tonight?

Bagpipes!...Are you kidding?

Do you have a radio or a juke-box in here?

A juke-box yes... but it plays only opera...

Verdi, Puccini, Leoncavallo, Monteverdi...

Television stores...is there one in the neighborhood open?

Look buster, you want to see cowboys...

Go home to your own pad.

Or a movie house...

Or a hall where Scotchmen could be having a party.

I don't dig dance-halls... Run along, lover-boy!

Look miss, are you positive you haven't heard any bagpipe music?

I haven't heard any harps, either!

Only Verdi and Puccini on the jukebox.

So, goodbye, now!

What's that?

That's the crazy kid who takes out the girl next door.

He's always blasting his car radio.

Car radio!

Excuse me...were you parked here a half hour ago?

I don't want to break this up...

But were YOU parked here a half hour ago?

So what...is against the law to park?

Were you listening to bagpipe music... Scotch bagpipe music?

Do you think we listen to that kinda corn?

I turned it off.

Now what?

First right.

Which street?

Coming out of the circle, they all turn left... look for yourself.

Which one?

Take the first right... it's not much of a turn.

Wait a minute... I don't remember 3 dips.

Must be that other street.

The first stop signal... a left and up a hill.

No, we've got the wrong street.

Let's see, we...

We stopped at the signal, just before we...

...turned into the street with a dip.

Had to be a signal, because it was way too long to be a STOP sign.

I suppose there were other signals before that one, and they were green.

We'd have gone right through it, and I'd never know they were there.

We'll just go back to the boulevard and try the next one.

The next and the next and the next!

Well, you can't say we haven't tried.

There it is!

How do you know it's the right house?

By the number of steps...

4 down from the porch...

..and that short sidewalk...

...and 5 more down to this sidewalk.

Mary...go back to that last phone booth we passed, and call the police.

Go right back...

Daddy!

Where is he?

Timmy!

Where's 'Little Joe'?

- I don't know. - I can't find Timmy.

Hold it!

What kind of a vagrant is this?

Officer, they broke in here and begun slugging everybody in sight.

I want them all arrested.

This is Little Joe's lawyer.

They kidnapped Bill Gibson's boy, so he wouldn't testify tomorrow.

That's a complete fabrication!

Officer...who's in charge?

I am.

Look...these men kidnapped my boy...

Jim upstairs... Joe downstairs...

Jack...shake 'em.

They're holding him here some-place.

Where?

I don't know, but I talked to him in this house not more than a half hour ago.

Braun, too.

Officer, I've been in this house all afternoon...

I never saw this man before.

Wait a bit...I know that voice...

They had me too, before...

They had my eyes taped, but I know I heard that voice.

And there was another one.

He had a cold... He was always sneezing.

And this is Wetzel...

This is Wetzel...the one I saw outside of the Union Hall...

...The one I was going to testify on.

That's why they were holding me!

And there was another...

I remember, when they were beating me..

This one had a heavy ring on, with the initial "D".

Let's take a look.

So I wear a ring... What's it prove?

I'll take a look, anyhow.

It's a "D" alright!

I searched the house... There's no sign of the kid.

Oh, officer, please.

We'll do what we can, lady.

Wait a minute.

This cigar stub...

It's the kind of cigar that Joe Braun smokes.

He's got to be around here somewhere...

Feel that...it's still warm.

Cigar ashes!

There's gotta be some other way outta here.

There's an opening here!

Daddy!

Look...There's no reason to get excited here!...

He has no business hittin' me, officer.

The kid's alright...he's safe.

The moment I found out he was missin' I came over to protect him...

Some of my boys, they act without orders, sometimes.

This is completely illegal...

You can't enter a citizen's house without a search-warrant.

- Do you want to make a complaint? - I certainly do!

You bet I do!... He assaulted me.

As soon as we get down to the station, you can make out the papers.

Well, now you're talking...

You and me, we're gonna be good friends.

Let me give you a little friendly advice...

Hire yourself a good lawyer...

Wait a minute...you can't...

A REAL good lawyer...

You can't do this to ME!

Down to the station.

We didn't quit, did we Dad?

We sure didn't son.

Subtitles by FatPlank for KG