All language subtitles for Hoffa

Want me to go call him up?

No.

You want a cup of coffee?

No.

You wanna go?

You ok?

Huh.

I'm betting you're awake in there.

Are you?

What do you want?

- Figured I'd like to talk to you.
- About what?

Fuck do you care? You
ain't making money at

the side of the road.
Get up. Start driving.

Put me in the cab. I keep you up.

- You're with the Teamsters.
- That's right.

I can't take you.
They find out you

rode my cab, I'm out of a job.

You best get used to it
cos I'm coming with you.

- The fuck you are.
- Fuck I'm not.

- I said, get the fuck off my cab.
- Have a cigarette.

I said, get the fuck out. They
find you in here, it's my job.

What fucking kind of
pussy are you? Some guy

in Duluth tells you
who stays in the cab?

Listen to me. Listen to me.
I know what that is, baby.

Your driving cig burns
down, keeps you

from falling asleep at the wheel.

I know, I been there.
I got scars of my

own. That's why I want
you to listen to me.

Get the fuck out of my cab.

Baby, you got the balls, and you
might get lucky and kill me.

Barring that, you'll
hear my speech about the

Teamsters, so just drive
the fucking truck.

All that I'm saying is there's
a lot more there for us.

It's right, it's just, it's
due us, it's possible.

The downtime pay, pay for
deadhead and medical.

All the things I've been saying.

Bobby, not only is it
possible, it's right there.

When they have to
negotiate, they say to you,

"Ride with the Teamsters,
lose your job."

- They treat us like dirt.
- I know that.

They got us driving to
pay the rent. Every

couple of weeks,
someone falls asleep.

I know that.

Stuck 10 hours, rig
broke down, no pay.

Yeah, I know that. We're trying
to strike the company, you see.

- I can't go out on strike.
- You can't afford not to go.

How you gonna get
back to your cab?

Another driver just
like you, baby.

Now, listen to me. I
want you to stop by...

I can't sign up with you.

You will sign up, but I didn't
say sign up. I said stop by.

All right, pull this
thing over right

here. You don't wanna
be seen with me.

Things been a little
tough. You know kids...

Don't count on their best efforts.

Negotiate from a
position of strength.

What can they take away
from you? Put it down.

Put it down. If they put it down,
then they can't do nothing.

Bobby, how you doing?

You're saying "I don't
know." "But I need my job."

I'm saying, guarantee your job.

Guarantee your wage. You're
working for peanuts...

- What's going on?
- Fella the Teamsters.

- What's he want?
- Strike.

Hey, let's get to work. Come on,
let's move a little faster, huh?

Let's get going. Ciaro,
you're on number ten.

- Fitzgrieg, you haul it out.
- Stop their exploitation.

I see a man with the power
of an international

union to eliminate
all this bullshit.

Let them move the
fucking crates. Let's

see how long they'll
never negotiate.

They've been feeding you dog shit,
telling you it's Cream of Wheat.

You, too. Hey, I've
had it with you.

I ain't afraid of
these cocksuckers.

I ain't afraid of nobody.

What are you afraid of? Hey, you.

You, you son of a
bitch. You. You. Yeah.

You rode with me 85
miles, smoked my

cigarettes, listened to my jokes.

After what I did for you, what are
you gonna do for me, huh? Huh?

You just cost me my job.

You cost me my fucking
job. You cost me my job.

You cost me my fucking job.

Put it down. Put the crate down.
You men, put the crates down.

Let it spoil.

Hey, where do you think
you are, a picnic?

Put the fucking crates down. Cross
the line. Join the Teamsters.

That's right. That's
right. Put it down.

Pick that crate up.

You don't need some manager.

You don't need some manager
telling you what's true.

You don't need to worry about
killing no fucking golden goose.

You guys want your jobs?
Get back to work.

Don't you got mouths to
feed? You can't fight back.

Get outta here, will ya?

I'm sick and tired
of talking to you.

- Quit coming in here. No union.
- You're wearing me out. Crumb.

Ladies.

- Walk a little bit here.
- What the fuck you want?

You cost me my job.

- And what?
- I'm gonna cut your throat.

You're obviously a man with a
profound sense of justice.

- Is there a problem?
- I got no quarrel with you.

Yes you do, lad. You
got a beef with

my partner, you got
a beef with me.

Pull a knife while a
guy's unprotected.

- Get fucking back.
- No.

I couldn't have that
on my conscience.

See?

Life's a negotiation.
It's all give and take.

I'm sorry I cost you your job.

I'm oh, so sorry.

And yes, yes, and...

- Everything I did, why?
- To help the working man.

You're fucking A.

And I'm a working man. So's Jimmy.

Just the same as you. You
gotta eat, I gotta eat.

I got no desire what
I do hurts you.

You got a beef with me.
What can I do to help?

Cos everybody's got
a right to eat.

That's right.

Take these cocksuckers. Honest

laundryman, signed
with the Teamsters.

- Some cocksucker.
- You see that guy?

I'm going to see him tonight.

Some guy, be it you, the trucks,
some guy out of laundry...

We are out there. Jimmy's
out there. Organising.

So the strength of collective

bargaining protects
the working man.

Some cocksucker won't
organise, won't join,

won't come along, let's his
brother pay the price,

but won't he take the benefits
his brothers have accrued?

You fucking know he will.

Nobody wanted to hurt you.

What am I gonna do for money?

Can he drive a truck?

That's where I met him, isn't it?

You want a bit of work? One night.

Give me the fucking knife.

You wanna go around, buy a
gun. Go like a white man.

This cocksucker...

"The Idle Hour Laundry."

Cop comes by two minutes.

We'll let him pass.

- How'd you do on the west side?
- Working on it.

I got the guys, Mallory Plant.
I'm gonna talk to 'em tomorrow.

Yeah. Hey. There he is.

Yes, indeed.

Right into the thick of things.

- Here we go.
- I got it.

You stay here. Turn the
motor on, put it in gear.

Shit.

Holy shit.

Jesus Christ.

- Jimmy.
- The fucker blew up.

- Jimmy.
- Jesus.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

Get somebody. Where's
the fucking phone?

Get a phone. Oh. Get
a fucking phone.

Jesus, it just fucking blew up.

He got out the cab,

and ran in to see
what the thing is

that he thought he heard
screaming in the joint.

He goes in...

And who's this? Is that
the way it happened?

- Yeah.
- Why?

It is.

- How's the other fella?
- He's dying in there.

Amen.

There may still be
enough time, my son, to

rid your soul of whatever
sin there may be,

and if you did this thing, simply
to confess and lay it before God.

- I...
- What?

Yes, my son, what is it?

Billy Flynn.

Wasn't he?

Fucking good old days.

You cost me my job, Jim.

You cost me my fucking job.

Fuck you.

You're wearing me out.

Never let a stranger in your cab.

Huh.

Never let a stranger in your cab,
in your house, or in your heart,

unless he is a friend of labour.

Ain't that the truth.

But if he is that
friend of labour...

Want a cup of coffee?

But if he is that
friend of labour...

But if he is that
friend of labour...

But if he is a friend to labour,
he's the only friend you've got.

And you'd best listen to that man.

If he's got the scars
on his knuckles,

if he's got the
muscles in his arms,

if he's been out on
that road, like you and

me, then he's the only
friend you've got.

Are you listening? The
only friend you've got.

The race, the race of labour...

We're the union, boys.

Like the race of Israel
of old, is saddened...

He knows the words, but
he don't know the music.

Hey, Pally.

Team up with people
who'll stand by you. To

the Kreger Company,
you're part of the truck.

You're just part of the truck,
you're the nut behind the wheel.

The minute they find a
way to replace you...

Get the fuck down off my cab.

- Get back, Jimmy.
- All right. All right.

Fuck gonna shoot me,
the fucking scab.

- Jimmy, how you doing?
- Fine, Fitz.

Somebody ought to shoot that

motherfucker. Let him
organise the dead.

Hey.

They're letting them in.

It don't look good.

Hey. Get down off them trucks.

You stupid dago. Get down off
those trucks. You fucking scabs.

That's my job you're
taking away from me.

You scab bastards, you.
Hey. Hey. Come here.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah.

You think they're
gonna be loyal to

you, huh? Crossing over this line?

- Get out of the way.
- You know what you are to them?

A scab, just like you are
to us. A fucking scab.

Fuck you. Get out of the way.

Hey, we're blowing this
fucking strike, Fitz.

I better organise some people this

week, or my family
ain't gonna eat.

Where's the justice in that?

Oh, hell.

We're gonna get in
another punch-up.

If we can just keep these
fucking dagos off our backs...

- Just keep your head down.
- Yeah, yeah.

Are you listening?
Are you listening?

We're with the Teamsters.
We're with you.

Pull these trucks over.
What's the matter with you?

Jimmy.

Some people wanna see you.

He said "What are you afraid of?"

Tell him it's none of
his fucking business.

Go on. Tell him what I said.

He said to say that you're
costing him money and that

you're pissing on his
whole operation.

I wanna...

He said to shut up.

He said, why shouldn't
he take you out in the

alley and beat you until
you beg for death?

This is the question.

When you fuck with the livelihood

of the people under
his protection,

why shouldn't he kill you?

He said, if you were in his
place what would you do?

Tell him he gives me a cup of
coffee, I'll answer his questions.

Don't go anywhere. I'm
gonna need you here.

Now,

Here's the situation
that we got here.

Bring your man D'Alli in.
He'll understand the numbers.

Kreger's got lettuce rotting all
over the south side of the city.

You're running men in
to break the strike.

The strike goes
nowhere, the people go

nowhere. Doesn't do
anybody any good.

We'll win the strike.
Thank you very much.

The thing of it is, see...

All right, all right. The
end of the strike...

Let me have your
attention for a minute.

Is due to one thing
and one thing only.

To the efforts of one
man who went out there,

who went out there in the cold,

who was out there day and night,

speaking the word,
spreading the word.

And the word was Teamsters.

The word was unity.

And it overcame the scabs.

And it overcame the company.

It made the day, and it
made us our contract.

Here's the man who led
us through that fight,

the man who beat Kreger, who broke
them down and who took us in,

our new business manager,

Red Bennett.

Thank you, thank you.
Listen to me. Listen to me.

This is a very embarrassing
position for me.

Ha. You bet.

None of us who were there,

none of us, are undeserving
of recognition.

It was the group, as it always is.

The group.

Full of shit.

You don't get the wops to back
off, we don't win the strike.

- That's right.
- Hey, this is my nephew.

- Petey Connelly.
- Pleased to meet you.

Hi.

Hey, Petey, Petey, I'll
catch up with you later.

- Jimmy.
- Yeah, I'm terrific.

- I got a lot to learn from you.
- That's true.

- How did you do it?
- You don't wanna know.

- Yes, I do. That's why I asked.
- Oh, I see.

- I wanna know.
- You're drunk.

I tell you, you go show off

tomorrow morning,
tell your nephew.

Jim. Jim, I'm born. I'm bred.

- Yeah.
- I wanna know.

I wanna put this together.
I wanna be the guy Th...

I'm sure you do, Fitz. So I'm
gonna give you a piece of advice.

Don't ask for something that it's
a burden to you if you get it.

Huh?

Like information
or something, huh?

Like what a guy did.

You want to know what I did?

I told the wops "Don't
drive the Kreger trucks."

"Scab labour. Help the Teamsters."

They said "Why should I?" I said

"Teamsters drive the
Kreger trucks."

"Half the trucks we drive, we take

'em to a warehouse
of your choosing,

and you steal the contents."

What do you think of that, Fitz?
Does it shock or delight you?

- Jimmy.
- Yeah.

There's a negotiating
tactic you can

use next time you
get all jammed up.

What a fucking guy. Hey, look.

I'm gonna go out, get
drunk, get laid.

I don't blame you for it.
It was a famous victory.

Come with me.

Nah, I'm busy. You go get laid.

Fucking guy.

So why'd you tell him?

The thing of it is, a guy's close
to you, you can't slight him.

You can't slight that guy. A
real grievance can be resolved.

Differences can be resolved.
But an imaginary hurt?

A slight?

That motherfucker gonna hate
you till the day he dies.

Should I have told him?

6-to-5 and pick 'em.

And so we move on.

- Ain't that something?
- Yeah. You did good.

Yeah.

Al. Pretty chilly tonight.

- Oh, yeah. I feel it in my bones.
- All right.

So how much money you
make organising?

What?

How much money you
make organising?

All right?

- Give you a hand?
- Yeah.

A man who ain't afraid
to get his hands dirty.

I ain't afraid to get
'em dirty or get 'em

bloody. I ain't afraid
of a fucking thing.

I'll tell you why. Cos I'm
a member of a brotherhood.

Jimmy Hoffa, Local
299, International

Brotherhood of Teamsters.

Now go around, get a big stone or

something, chock up
this back wheel.

You want some help?

$10 each new member, 10%
of the first year's dues.

That's what you make?

What I make is none of
your fucking business.

It's what I'll pay
you, you come in

with me. I wanna tell
you something...

I'll listen to any man ain't
afraid to get his hands dirty.

First man I ever seen go out
of his way to help a trucker.

Someday this man will be
president of the United States.

Fuck that. Someday I'm gonna
be president of the Teamsters.

Now I want you to
listen to me. When this

tin Lizzie breaks
down, who pays you?

I'll tell you. Nobody,
that's who pays you.

Same as who pays you when you got
the downtime and the deadhead.

When there's nothing
in there, who's

your partner? He makes
you his partner.

When it's time to give the
ham-and-eggers a Christmas bonus,

does he make you his
partner then? No. I'll

tell you when he makes
you a partner...

- You armed? You packing?
- Always, Jimmy. Always.

- Don't lighten up on me now.
- Oh, no.

I'm serious, Bobby.

Did I get to be this old?

You got the piece stashed
at the roadhouse?

Can you get to it?

You wanna go check it?

I'll check it if you need
that, but it's there.

Go check it.

Where the fuck's D'Allesandro?

I don't know.

- Why don't you call him up?
- He ain't gonna be in.

Call him up. Where is he?

What the fuck? I'm
sitting here fucking

shotgun for a simple
meeting, fucking guy.

- I'm sorry he ain't here.
- You fucking wops.

You people.

You cocksucker, why you wanna
be born into a race like that?

- Bad judgement.
- You're fucking A well told.

You go sit, look out
the roadhouse, huh?

The booth the meeting's
supposed to be.

Call the motherfucker.
Tell me. Thing

is, I'm not sitting here all day.

- I'll call him.
- Leave me the piece.

I'm gonna go naked?

You got the one at the roadhouse.

What are you worried about?

Get outta here. Do
something for a living.

Blew a fucking rod and
busted through the fan belt.

I'm supposed to be in
Cleveland four o'clock.

I know. What am I, a
fucking idiot? I know.

The booth.

Excuse me. There's a big
sign, "booth reserved."

- What?
- Way it is.

Ok, come on. I was
just going, anyway.

Sorry.

- One coffee here, two to go.
- You got it.

Will you give me a fucking break?

Hey, hey, look. Get
it out to me, ok?

Because I can't move my
fucking rig without it.

Look, just get it to me.
Would you just get it to me?

Hey, I need it. I need it. Would I

call if I didn't
need it? I need it.

Hey, look, just tell him I'll get
back to him, all right? When?

Five minutes. Five
minutes. Thank you.

Fuck you.

I need that back in five minutes.

Fuck off outta here. I'm busy.

Yeah. This is Bobby Ciaro.

Sal, where is he?

Because I'm asking.
Because I'm sitting

out here to meet with the fella.

When was that?

Well, then, where is he?

If he calls, you give him the 7488
number, the booth, the roadhouse.

And we're waiting, but we
aren't gonna wait all day.

You can't use it, son. I'm sorry.

Who the fuck are you?

Excuse me, will you?
You're blocking the view.

Who are you?

- You a union driver?
- Yeah, I'm a union driver.

That's who I am.

That's who the fuck I am.

Wait a minute. I am a
man with a legitimate

grievance and a
legitimate position.

I'm here in the legitimate
interest of my fellow Teamsters

and my fellow drivers, who, under
the law, have a right to elect...

You say legitimate?

Your people, for the
last six weeks,

have tied up this entire nation...

- My people?
- Your people.

My people? What about your people?

The over-the-road
drivers have a right

to a decent wage, to
representation...

President Roosevelt had decreed...

Hey. I'm an American citizen,

but President
Roosevelt, in all due

respect to him, don't
make the laws.

And neither do the newspapers.

When President Roosevelt
and when the newspapers

are hired by the
Teamsters to replace

me, then I will abide
by your opinion.

Wait a minute. Would
you wait one minute?

Get the fuck out of my way.

Will the president
send in the troops?

Are the Teamsters gonna back down?

The Teamsters are not
gonna back down.

We have been out six weeks.
We can stay out 600.

And we will prevail because of the

strength of our almost
one million members

in the organisation of the Railway

Transport Agency and
in the improvement...

Am I going too fast
for you? Of the

living conditions of
their working men.

I believe the correct
place to negotiate...

I don't give a shit what you
believe. We are working men,

and the law of the
land says that we

have the right to
collective bargaining.

I have men that I
am responsible to

that have sent me
here to negotiate.

I sit in a room and
I am told "Take it

or leave it" for the
last three months.

I say I leave it. I
cannot accept an

offer that I am not
empowered to accept.

And you throw the
president in my face.

I'm gonna tell you something. I'm
gonna tell it to you straight...

And who are the Secret Service?

They are the Pinkertons of old.

- Jim?
- They are...

I don't think a lot of guys
know who the Pinkertons are.

Are you fucking writing
this? You wanna write this?

Jimmy...

Get him outta here.
Get outta here, Pete.

- Jimmy, telephone call.
- I don't wanna talk to nobody.

It's Dan Tobin.

Did I say I don't
wanna talk to nobody?

Did I say who I did wanna talk to?

He says he needs to talk to you.

- Get outta here.
- He says he needs to talk to you.

All right. Give me that
phone. Hello. Dan?

No? What the fuck am I gonna
do? I gotta hold out.

Dan. Dan.

Dan, they're giving
me nothing that I...

The membersh...

Listen. Listen.

Listen, they're gonna...
They're gonna cave.

Give me another week, and I...

You wanna run this
local, come down

here. You wanna unseat
me? You tell me.

Barring that... Barring that...

Jimmy, what does Tobin want?

What's he want?

He wants the president
to like him.

Wants me to call off
the march tonight.

Wants me to settle RTA.

Don't you got to?

He wants to run this local,
he can come down here.

He wants to replace
me, let him do that.

- If Tobin says...
- Yeah, yeah.

Can you get me there?

If Dan Tobin wants to tell me
something that I don't know...

Come down. I'll listen to him.

Yeah, you're right,
Jimmy. You're right.

When the president
of the United States

comes out against
the working man...

The fucking local is
a ship upon the sea.

Right, Jim.

The man on board...

Can you get me there?

- Yes, sir.
- Pick it up, Petey.

Get down. Get down.

Stay down. Stay down.

Who the fuck is it?

Looks like the fucking
safety patrol.

- I'll go talk to 'em.
- Where you going?

- Give me the umbrella.
- Where you going?

- Don't worry.
- I got him.

- Keep 'em covered.
- Stay down.

Said there's gonna be an ambush.
Course there's gonna be an ambush.

- Always good to see you out here.
- How you doing, Jimmy?

- Jimmy.
- We're getting to 'em now.

We're getting to 'em
now. That's right.

- You marching on 'em tonight?
- We're working on that.

- How you doing?
- I'm fine.

- Hey, Jimmy.
- Jim, Jim, message.

Call Dan Tobin, New York,
right away, this number.

- All right.
- He says hold off the march.

Thank you.

He says the mood of
the newspapers...

Am I fucking deaf? I heard
you. Get back in the line.

- Go get 'em, Jim.
- I will, don't worry.

I'm gonna get 'em, all right.
Fellas, good to see you out here.

You're doing a good
job. Doing a good job.

They're gonna cave
in, don't you worry.

How are you, kid? Hey,
Bob, how you doing?

I've been good. Good to see
ya. How's it going? Huh?

- I been better.
- You holding up? Family eating?

- Eating something.
- Huh.

Been better fed.

People out here, they wanna hold
out or they wanna go back in?

Lot of people in the union, even,

they say take the
offer, go back in.

Huh.

- I'm Jimmy Hoffa.
- I know who you are.

International wants
me to call the strike

off. Cops say there's
gonna be violence.

What do you think I should do?

Don't make a difference
what I say. You're

gonna do what you
figure you got to do.

- Aren't you?
- Yeah, that's right.

Ain't that what we pay you for?

- What's the kid's name?
- Does it make a difference?

No, it don't.

They're all called
something, aren't they?

Indeed they are.

- Attaboy, Jimmy.
- Thank you.

- Mr. Hoffa, we ready?
- Huh?

- We ready to march?
- Yeah, we're ready.

I don't think they're
gonna do a goddamn thing.

Do you? What do they
gain by violence?

Yeah, that's a good
one, all right.

We're ready. It's time,
Mr. Hoffa. It's time.

What you gonna do, Jimmy?

Don't you think we
better call it off? If

Tobin says call it
off, don't you gotta?

Jimmy.

Stay down. Stay down.

Fuck me.

If Tobin, the
president, newspapers,

everybody else in the
world says I'm wrong,

I gotta be right. All right.

- Brothers.
- Yeah.

- Brothers, can you hear me?
- Yeah.

Look at them up there,
sitting on their fat asses,

drinking coffee and
eating doughnuts.

- Have you had enough of it?
- Yeah.

We're gonna march on
the RTA headquarters.

We're gonna demand that they
recognise the Teamsters.

We are gonna hold
together in good order,

and we are gonna get what
we came down here for.

Let's get over there.
Come on. That's right.

I'm sick to death
of them. Come on.

Mr. Hoffa, are we gonna
win this strike?

Mister, we have won this strike.

We won it the minute we started
across this railroad yard.

Move back, boys.

The right to organise?

Fuck their right to organise.
These cocksuckers shot at me.

You could've anticipated...

In every conflict
there are casualties.

The question is, what has been
lost and what has been gained?

- What about...
- Make the rest of it up yourself.

Hey. Get these guys.

Come on, boys.

- Joey.
- Mum. Mum.

- Mum.
- Joey. Joey.

- Mum.
- Joey.

- Mommy.
- Joey.

Mommy. Mommy. Mommy.

Come on, you scabs. Come
on, you fuck, come on.

Come on, let's tip this
fucking thing over.

Push the fucking thing over.

Mommy. Mommy.

Mommy.

Over here. Over here. I got him.

- Get him off me.
- Come on, come on.

Who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread,

and forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those who
trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.

Amen.

Lord, we wanna pray for the
people who have fallen.

For their men who fell.
For their children, Lord,

who must carry on
with the knowledge

that their fathers
fell in a just cause.

Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among
women and blessed

is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour
of our death. Amen.

D'Alli's outside.

You want anything?

- Jimmy, I...
- Thank you, Fitz. Pete.

We're...

- We're so...
- I appreciate it.

- I'm really sorry, James.
- Thank you.

We are left with this.
For unto them...

- This meat is very good.
- Thank you, Frankie.

James R, is there
anything that I can do?

Yeah. Bring my wife a sandwich.

- Praise the Lord...
- Some fucking Mick on a podium.

Isn't it?

Delivered the soul of the poor

from the hands of the evildoers.

- D'Alli.
- Jimmy.

Thanks for coming.

Nothing's ever
settled by violence.

I heard that before.

They're always looking
to you, aren't they?

Yeah. "What do we do?"

"What do we do now?"

"What do we do next?"

No one pardons us, Jimmy.

If they could, we
wouldn't let 'em.

They'd rather some people
die through your mistake,

than that they lived

but that they lacked a leader.

We got things to do.

He was such a good boy.

From the bottom of
my heart, I wish I

could change places
with him, Mrs. Innes.

Yeah?

Bobby.

Where the fuck...?

Well, where is he?

Well, why don't you know?

Where's D'Al...

No. Hey, baby, we got a meet,
and where is he? Find him.

Black. Two. Give 'em to me.

- Waiting?
- What?

- Waiting?
- Yeah, that's right.

Blew a fucking torque rod.
I'm sitting here eating it.

Told me he'd get it to me
four hours ago. I'm waiting.

That's rough.

I want you to do me a favour.
That phone rings, whoever it is,

say "He'll be right back."
I'm running out to the car.

- Black. Two.
- There you go.

- Union business?
- Yeah, that's what it is.

I'm going out to the
car. I'll be right back.

What's at the car?

What's at the car
is my guy. What's

in here is you watching the phone.

You help me out, I'll
make a phone call,

I'll get somebody to
shoot you out that rod.

Who's your guy?

So who's your guy?

Who's your guy that all the
time you gotta run to him?

What's wrong with
just staying here?

- I like you so much.
- I like you, too. You're fine.

Oh, fuck. What I am is I'm late.

There's a time to shirk
and a time to work.

- Here.
- I don't want your money.

I didn't go with you
because of the money.

Don't forget what you said.
I'll be back a few hours.

- Jim.
- Bobby.

I got news. He said he'd
have to go with Test Fleet.

- He'll lease 20 trucks from you.
- He said he'd go?

As it was laid down
with what we said we'd

do, what he said he'd
do, that he'd do it.

Good. Sign him up Test Fleet,
and send him my thanks,

and send him a bottle of...

What's that shanty
Irish prick drink?

Crown Royal.

All right, send it
to him, and send

him a little note with it, says:

"A good business
deal benefits all."

Ah,

just tell him I said thanks.

- D'Alli, how are you?
- How's your wife?

- She's good.
- How's your boy?

He's good.

How's your new kitchen
coming along?

It's costing me an arm and a leg.

- You should do it yourself.
- I am.

That's how come it's
so goddamn expensive.

Nobody says fucking
nothing about anything

to do with fucking
business, right?

Right, Jimmy. No
business, no business.

We're gonna have a good time.

Right. We're just gonna
relax, take it easy.

We loan it out. 20 million.

You take the breakage
of a half point,

plough it back, skim it,
give it to the dog.

- How do I plough it back?
- You take your pension fund...

What are you gonna
whack your guys?

What am I gonna whack 'em?

My idea of the pension fund,
even each guy 100 bucks a year.

Bear with me. Whatever.
You're now the bank.

- I'm with you.
- You got your notes out?

What notes? Fitz, give
me a pencil. Hold this.

You give us control straight up,
we'll start off 20 million.

- 20 million.
- We'll loan it out.

Give me a piece of paper.

20 million loan. Go
a little slower.

I need notes. Write it out.

- I'll make it simple.
- All right. Go ahead.

All right. Look.

You take your 20 mil.
We're gonna put it out.

We pay five points.
That's one mil a year.

One mil.

Two and a half points,
that's 25 grand.

On top the mil?

Perfectly legit. Call
it a service charge.

Now, the rate goes up,
the loan goes up.

The rate goes up, loans go
up, everything goes up.

Same two and a half?

Let me go back.

- We're going to Nevada.
- Going Nevada.

The down, 20 mil.

Teamsters getting, I'm talking

basically, three
streams of income,

which all are, mind you,
legal. They're all legal.

Your money, four and
one half per cent.

- That yearly?
- Yearly, of the total.

- Yearly.
- Yearly.

- All right, you say the points...
- Just let me finish.

One four and one half
per cent of the total.

Basically.

As what?

Two and a half service charge
and the one and a half as what?

- Let me finish.
- All right.

This is the same two
and a half plus the...

No, no, let me finish.

Fucking crazy.

Go ahead. Get up, Fitz.
The fighting's over.

Four percent. Listen to what I'm

telling you. Different
scenario, ok?

- Two and a half and four, say 40.
- That's the one and a half...

- No, different scenario...
- Beautiful.

This goombah, this guinea, reaches

under his coat, takes
out his piece.

Kaboom. There goes the deer.

Can't even hunt for
shooting targets.

Ya-boom, ya-boom, ya-boom.
Great outdoorsman.

Have to go over some
of your testimony.

All I'll do is tell the truth.

- You shot a deer in cold blood?
- He pulled a knife on me.

This goombah... Wait, wait, wait.

This goombah is
reaching around in his

pockets. Can't
nobody find a knife.

He takes out a nail file. He's
skinning a deer with a nail file.

International Brotherhood of
Teamsters. Please let me through.

Hold it, buddy.

I have a very important
message for James R Hoffa.

Not much hunting he'd
done up till here.

- James. James R.
- Just a minute.

So hardly it occurs to me to
ask him, heart in my throat:

"Bobby, where did
you learn to skin?"

James, I have a very
important message.

I'm telling a story.

I'm telling a story.
It's a very important

message to you, you
understand, not to me.

It's not that important
to me at this moment.

- Ok.
- Ok?

- Just a second.
- All right, I'll tell you later.

Washington. So...

Come to order. Everybody
take a seat, please.

I lost my train of
thought. More about the

great outdoors after
the ladies' lunch.

How's it gonna go?

How's it gonna go? I'm gonna win.

Right will prevail. This mooch.
Why doesn't he get a job?

Trying to make a
reputation for himself.

Wants a reputation? Why
doesn't he rob a bank?

Someday you gonna
organise the cops?

Hey, that's easy.
Someday I'm gonna

organise the crooks,
then we all sit down.

Mr. Hoffa?

Nice suit, Jimmy.

Well, Jo got it for me.
Didn't want me to look bad

next to the Senate committee
and their lawyers.

Mr. Hoffa. Please take your seat.

Sister M.

- Frankie eating all his spinach?
- Can you believe it?

Mr. Chairman...

Mr. Chairman, I would
like to apologise

for delaying these proceedings.

On the night of March 13th...

Excuse me. Was I interrupting you?

I thought you'd finished.

No, I was just
expressing a thought.

It was of no consequence. You
go on with what you had to say.

All right. All right. Well, then,

why don't we talk
about Joe Holtzman?

- He was a close friend of yours?
- I knew Joe Holtzman.

- He was a close friend of yours?
- I knew Joe Holtzman.

- He was a close friend of yours?
- Now, just a moment, Bob.

I said I knew Joe
Holtzman. He wasn't

any particular friend of mine.

Your turn, Bobby.

Mr. Hoffa,

would you allow, as a
Teamster official,

a man who is a Communist?

We don't have any Communists
in our Teamsters...

Just answer the question, please.

Just a moment, if you will.

That I know of. But if
the membership saw fit

to elect a man who
had been tagged,

tagged, mind you, as a Communist,

and no proof was presented
under our constitution,

and you don't have
to read it to me

because I helped
write the article,

we would be not
allowed to discharge

him from his elected position.

Is there any question in your mind

that Mr. Bridges and Goldblatt
are Communists, Mr. Hoffa?

I don't know whether
they are or not.

I'm not dealing with Khrushchev,
I'm dealing with Goldblatt.

I deal with Goldblatt
the way our Secretary

Herter would deal with Khrushchev,

on the basis of what
is good for the

American worker, the
American citizen.

- I'm not in bed with him.
- Well, I...

I don't think that the
comparison holds.

That's what you think.

The fact that Mr.
Bridges has ties with

the Communist party
leaders of the world.

Mr. Goldblatt is
identified repeatedly as

an important member of
the Communist party.

These people are
leaders of a local

with whom you made an alliance.

I don't know if Harry Bridges
is a Democrat... Excuse me.

I don't know if Bridges
is a Communist

or if Goldblatt is a Communist.

This is not the issue under the
question of transportation unity,

but they're elected under
the free democratic

process of America and
the Taft-Hartley laws.

Mr. Goldblatt filed for
10 years, according

to his testimony,
non-Communist affidavits.

You think it's wrong,
you investigate that.

There is no question
about Mr. Goldblatt.

There can be a question
about Mr. Hoffa...

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

Just a moment. Don't
you say anything

about a question about Hoffa.

There is no question about Hoffa,
and don't you say that either.

Don't you say that I'm a Communist
or even affiliated with one.

You said that enough
around this country,

and I want the
American press to know

that I resent the
fact that there is

any inference that
I am a Communist,

that I am associated with or
controlled by Communists,

and don't you use
this as a sounding

board for headlines
for that purpose.

And I appeal to the chair that
that be taken out of the record,

and that nobody
cast any aspersions

about my loyalty to this country.

I object to that.

I'll straighten the
record out. I was talking

about Mr. Bridges
and Mr. Goldblatt.

Don't put me in their class, then.

Did you put him in their class?

No, I just said that
although there might

be some question
about Mr. Hoffa...

Instead of... What I said was
"Hoffa" instead of "Mr. Bridges".

What I meant to say was
that although there

might be some question
about Mr. Bridges,

there is no question
about Mr. Goldblatt.

Evidently, you agree
with the same thing.

Just one moment...

You agree, otherwise
you wouldn't have

said "Don't put me
in their class."

Don't put me in their class
that they're tagged.

In a class that they're
tagged, I said.

But I want to have,
if you will, sir,

the record cleared that there are
no aspersions made in any way

that I am associated
with or controlled

or any part of the
Communist party.

I resent it, sir.

All right. All right.

We refer now

to the pension fund.

To your stewardship, we could
say, to your creation of same.

In amassing these funds, this war
chest, this unholy war chest...

Mr. Kennedy, you have used
this term "a war chest",

to which you have now
added "unholy"...

- Wait a minute...
- If I may finish.

You may finish in a moment, sir.

When I am done, then
you may finish.

The movement of organised crime
into the ranks of labour,

the corruption of leading Teamster
officials with gangsters...

Mr. Chairman. Mr. Chairman. If I
might. Point of order. If I might.

It is unfair to allow
this impression to exist

publicly, as it's created
by these hearings,

that I am controlled by gangsters.

I am not controlled by 'em.

I would be very
sympathetic if it wasn't

for a fact you got
people in Detroit,

at least 15 who have
police records.

You've got Joey Glimco in Chicago.

I say you're not tough enough
to get rid of these people.

I don't intend to be tough.
I don't wanna be tough.

I intend to follow the
constitution of the

International Brotherhood
of Teamsters.

We're talking about the
vicious co-option of

the field of labour, and
you sit there, sir,

who have single-handedly
created this monster,

who have forged this bond with

improper, with
criminal activity...

If it please the
committee, my client

has been convicted of nothing.

He hasn't been
convicted, but he will.

If James R Hoffa is acquitted,

I will jump from the Capitol dome.

Aw, fuck it. Hey, I'll
answer their questions.

Where... This little
piece of shit.

Yeah, I made a pension fund.

For the benefit of who, Paul?
For the benefit of who, huh?

He couldn't find a working man
if you drew him a diagram.

This little fuck born
with a dick in his mouth.

Mr. Hoffa, do you
have a statement?

Bob Kennedy seems sure of himself.

He's gonna jump from
the Capitol dome.

Bob Kennedy, Robert Kennedy,
whatever you wanna call him,

has an exaggerated sense of
his own entertainment value.

He asserts your only
motive in inaugurating

the pension fund was
accumulating power.

The assertions that
Mr. Kennedy propounds

here lack only the
merit of being true.

This three-ring circus,
the newspapers and

the TV and the media and
all the rest of it,

is designed and intended to
bring him to the public eye.

To bring him to the public eye.

And what has this law clerk
done with his little vendetta

except picking on the working man?

In my opinion, it's union busting.

That's what it is, and nothing
more elegant than that.

Hoffa will be acquitted,

because Hoffa is innocent
of the vicious and

unsubstantiated charges
that face me here.

And then Bobby Kennedy can
jump off the Capitol dome,

or whatever else he
thinks will bring

him to the public
eye at that time.

That's all I got to say.

- Jimmy.
- Yeah. I hear you.

- Hey, Jimmy, we're with you.
- How are you, Pete?

- Jimmy. Ted Harmon, Detroit News.
- I know who you are.

These allegations will affect your

run for presidency
of the Teamsters.

How are these allegations gonna
affect my bid to become president

of the international Brotherhood
of Teamsters? That your question?

In my opinion, the first
ballot will be the last.

You know, Ted, the Detroit
News, home-town paper.

You'd think in a city
built by the automotive

industry, I'd get a fair
shake from the press.

You guys been printing a lot
of detrimental stuff about me.

What can I tell you? We
print it cos it's true.

Is that the thing? Well, you
go on printing it, then.

I wanted to ask you
about Test Fleet.

What is that?

- About your Test Fleet company.
- Yeah, huh?

About using Teamster
muscle to compel

certain companies to
lease trucks from you.

Nothing could be further
from the truth.

We possess facts and figures
which establish that it is true.

Well, you got those
facts and figures.

Why haven't you run them, then?

We plan to, next week.

I'd be careful about
that, I were you.

See, as I said, this is something

of a volatile time,
this time here.

Hearings, elections coming up.

If I was gonna print something,
I'd be oh-so-sure it was true.

It is true. We're gonna run it.
I thank you for your reaction.

Ants to the picnic.

Somebody ought to give that
punk a dose of reality.

Yeah. Somebody ought
to give it to him.

We're with you, Jimmy.

The idea being, if
it's got wheels,

it's in Teamster jurisdiction.

If you wanna organise, you
gotta be a fucking man.

You don't go out there to run

pussies or to bring
back an excuse.

You wanna organise, the
guy says take names.

Do not take no for an answer,

because if you will not
take no for an answer,

eventually the answer
comes back yes.

Get the shit.

This it? Let's see it.

- There you go.
- Thanks.

Put the paper under it.

- What was I saying?
- Billy.

The most stand-up guy I
ever met, Billy Flynn,

back when we were
organising the laundries.

Billy gonna light up this laundry.

- Light it up?
- He's gonna firebomb it.

They don't wanna come
around or sign up.

They never heard of the Teamsters.

Billy torches the joint. Too much
fuel. Burns up entire body. Dying.

In the hospital, dying.

Priest comes up.
Give me the ribbon.

Priest comes up... Yeah,
put your finger there.

Priest: "My son, confess
the shit that you did."

"Confess, and meet God
with a clean conscience."

Looks the priest in the eye.

"Fuck you."

His dying words.

Never let down. Never
let up. Never forget.

What's in the package?

A guy's dick and balls.

Get this shit. Come on.

Ok, read it back to me.

"Successful in verifying
on three occasions

the charges of bribery
against James Hoffa."

- Ted.
- "In light of..."

- Sure about that?
- Came for you.

Yeah?

"In light of which
the attitude of the

Senate committee,
although combative,

is both, it would seem,
justified and necessary."

"The power to organise
does not and must not

include the power to
coerce, either in..."

The boardroom, the
courtroom, or the streets.

"The J&H Sales Company, later
called National Equipment,

own trucks which deliver
automobiles on large, open racks."

This is prosaic enough, if Hoffa
did not feel guilt about it..."

Kill the story.

What?

Kill the story. Kill
the Hoffa story.

- I...
- Kill the fucking story.

Vice president in charge of
finance, Jerome Dempsey.

Vice president for
planning, Jerry Laughlin.

Our negotiating team,
Vice President

Dave Miller and John Breen.

Head of the benevolent
association, John Patrick Deedy.

Head of the finance
committee, Billy Flaherty.

The strengths, the depths

which makes, which made and which
will make the international run.

Join with me in welcoming to you

and using for the first
time that title,

the president...

president of the international
Brotherhood of Teamsters.

James R Hoffa.

Tomorrow morning, you go in, you

fire every one of
these cocksuckers.

What?

You're gonna can a lot of people,
make sure you do it the first day.

That way, the ones that are left
don't feel insecure, you see.

What they feel is grateful.

You do it all piecemeal, they're
gonna turn against you.

Right, Jimmy.

- You listen to this good.
- Yes, sir.

Jimmy.

Let's get as many as we can, Jo.

Whoa. Here I go.

- Here.
- Where is he?

I called him at the club,
the office, everybody.

Where the fuck is he?

Fucking cocksucker.

- The money I made him. The guys.
- I know, JR.

The fucking money I made that man.

Call him at Gold Club.

I did. They don't
know where he is.

Call him that number in
the back. Equipment shed.

The card game.

Call him. He's coming or not.

I don't wanna be sitting here
till the fucking sun goes down.

- I understand.
- I don't wanna, Bobby.

Right.

Not in the mood for
no fucking bullshit.

Getting old.

Everybody gets old till they die.

That look familiar?

Long time.

You've been with me
a long time, Bobby.

What the fuck else am I gonna do?

- Where you going?
- To call the equipment shed.

Stay in the car. I said,
stay in the goddamn

car. Hands on the wheel,
eyes straight ahead.

- If you'll just...
- Are you listening to me?

- You're doing 90, 50-mile zone.
- I'm in a hurry.

That's a hell of a
hurry. You got something

peculiar making you go that fast?

I do.

Let me see your registration and
your licence. Slowly. Ok? Slowly.

- Wanna tell me what it is?
- I work for James R Hoffa.

The hell you say.

- Ok. Go right ahead.
- Thank you.

I said nobody gets in.
Fuck's the matter

with you? Someone waves
a name in your face?

Who the fuck are you?

Who the fuck I am
is not important.

I am here with a message for
somebody who's in there.

A message from James R Hoffa.
I was instructed to...

I said nobody in. Nobody
in. I said I don't care.

I don't care who you work
for. Screw this bullshit.

Throw this fucking
dago out of here.

This is my fucking club here, ok?

- I told you, nobody gets in.
- I'm sorry.

I don't care who the
fucking guy works for.

You're gonna fucking care.

Down the stairs. Down the stairs.

Are you insane? Get
this guy off me.

We're going in the
back to look for

a fella. I was told he was here.

Six feet, black hair,
fella from Detroit.

- All I got is a message for him.
- You're dead.

You'll be in Sheepshead
Bay tonight, you

guinea bastard. Know
who my friends are?

- You are fucking dead.
- Open the door.

You know what this
cocksucker did? Fucking

goombah comes in, puts
a gun to my head...

Give me your piece. Give me
your piece. Cut him down.

Cut this fucker
down. Cut him down.

I'm sorry to intrude. I came
here. I was sent by someone.

I didn't wanna
mention names. I was

instructed to give a note to you.

I'm very sorry you
were put through this.

Well, sorry is... Thank you.

Sorry ain't enough.
This is my club here.

Guy comes in, puts a
gun to my head...

Hey, I'm not talking to you.

He is like a brother to me,

and should be treated
with the same

respect with which you treat me.

D'Alli...

Did he say he was here from
our friend in Detroit?

He said that, yeah.

Having said that,
you told him what?

To get out? That
this is your club?

D'Alli, I...

I had no idea that you'd...

Thank you for making the trip.

If there's anything
you need here in New

York, Mr. Stein
will be happy to...

D'Alli, on my knees,
on my knees, if I

knew this man was a
friend of yours...

I'm sure if there's
anything you need here in

New York, Mr. Stein
would be most happy...

Happy? I'd be honoured...
Honoured? I'd be delighted.

Whatever I can do for the
gentleman. Anything.

- Champagne, Sal.
- Champagne.

James R? Nothing
to it. The note is

delivered, the note is understood.

The message is "thank you", and I

am in receipt of a
package for you.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow
night. You want me to...

You can spare me that long?

Huh.

Nothing separates me from
it, you know that, boss.

Thank you, boss.

I'm gonna see you Wednesday,
then. Thank you, boss. Right.

- Hi, Jackie.
- Bobby.

You wanna know what's in there?

A heart of pure fucking gold.

I don't care. Give me wops.

You wanna talk about
loyalty? Talk about

honour? Give me this
dago right here.

Petey, get me a cup
of coffee, will ya?

Yeah.

Hey, fits in there nice.

James R, you want the
guy to continue?

Yeah, all right. Go ahead. Bobby?

Oh.

This is my dream.
Thank you, Petey.

Wanna know what my dream is? Huh?

Fitz?

It's a dream of community
for working men...

it's for broken-down
truckers to drink beer,

fart, and lie about the
waitresses they fucked.

- That's right.
- A truck stop with a patio.

Wanna make retired
truckers feel at home?

Put a condom machine
in their living room.

That's a good idea. Hey,
Jerry, get me a price on that.

Don't strain yourself, Bobby.

Thank you. Give me that briefcase.
Put this in the safe, for fun.

Subpoenas from the
McClellan Committee.

- Huh?
- Loan policy.

The loans are legit.

All the Las Vegas loans.
Record Test Fleet.

- Test Fleet is legit.
- Kennedy and...

it's a fucking vendetta. These two

little creeps are
riding into office...

- We have a subpoena.
- Forget about the subpoena.

You can't square off
with the White House.

Then they don't
square off with me.

You follow me? Don't tell me
who I can square off with.

Don't use words with me.
Any man fucks with me...

- They have a subpoena.
- I say fuck the subpoena.

Fuck you, too. Guy needed
his brother elected

fucking president of
the US to get a job.

You'd have been a
bond salesman. You're

the brother-in-law
they make jokes about.

I don't know what you're trying
to prove, but you're proving it.

I'm proving what? You got nothing
on me. You got a TV show.

The justice department has
plenty on you, Mr. Hoffa.

You don't impress me and your
office don't impress me,

and your family don't impress
me. Bunch of rum runners.

And I don't need $300 million and
my brother elected president

to whip your fucking
ass, you slimy prick.

I beat that trumped-up
charge down south.

I'll beat you again. There is no

organised crime in
the Teamsters...

I am gonna see you
in jail, Mr. Hoffa.

- For what? What'd I fucking do?
- Your loans...

The pension fund has the
best record on loans.

Bullshit.

- Best record in the country.
- Bullshit.

For the working man. You
ever heard of work?

I want this man in jail.
I'll see you behind bars.

Who in the fuck are you?
Who the fuck are you?

Fuck you and fuck your threats
and fuck your brother.

- What did you say?
- You heard me.

What the fuck did you say?

I don't succumb to pressure and
I don't succumb to threats.

I've received both
vilification and

threats in the form of innuendo

from personnel of
the international

Brotherhood of Teamsters.

Nothing will stop
me or this office

from the continuance
of our duties.

I swear to you that
I will not stop

until those corrupted individuals

have been put where they
belong, behind bars.

Jimmy believes in you, or you
wouldn't be where you are.

You didn't believe in him,
he wouldn't be where he is.

Now's the time not
to trust anybody.

You didn't go to school
with the guy, I don't

care what badge he's
got stuck his lapel,

you do not know
him. Any questions,

come to Petey Connelly or me.

Bobby, there's a man from the
Attorney General's office.

Hey.

What are you doing?

I'm Eliot Cookson. I
have a subpoena...

- Get the fuck out of here.
- I have a legitimate...

You have a legitimate right to get
the fuck out before I bust you.

- These people are witnesses...
- They didn't see a thing.

Now, get going.

You don't understand
me. Robert Kennedy...

Fuck Robert Kennedy,
and fuck you, too.

What do I have to do, throw you
through a window? Are you deaf?

I ate at a Chinese-German
restaurant.

An hour later, I was
hungry for power.

Hear that?

Like those clubs?
I'll send you a set.

Ok, ok, enough with the brushing,
all right? Back in your cage.

Fucking guy thinks
I'm a native dancer.

Jimmy, I wanna thank
you for all your help.

Good of you to come in.

Anything, anytime. You know that.

We appreciate it.

- I'll see you out there.
- Knock 'em dead, kid.

With my act, I should be in your

business. At least
I'd get mileage.

What?

What is it?

They've indicted Bobby
and Peter, too.

Indicted Bobby and Pete...?

I'm a busy man. What
do they want from me?

- They wanna try you.
- It's the same old shit.

They're just trying...

They're succeeding's
what they're doing.

I'm a busy man. I got a union
to run. I got a job to do.

We're not a small organisation
with two people up in an office.

Every time some jerk-off...
Excuse me, Jo.

Every time some guy in
Washington comes up

with an idea, I gotta
haul records there.

- Take it easy...
- Will you stop telling me that?

Tell him to take it easy. He's the
one indicted. You take it easy.

A guy drives up, big
black Cadillac,

Teamster medallion on the side.

- May I?
- Help yourself.

You're too easy. You're too easy.
Teamster medallion on the side.

A little fella gets out.

Guy turns to St. Peter,
he says, "I thought

you told me Jimmy Hoffa
wasn't up here."

St. Peter says, "That's God. He
just thinks he's Jimmy Hoffa."

Are you laughing?

- Bob, what are we gonna do?
- What do you mean?

I mean, what are we...

The guys will come and
tell us what to say.

It even brought my family
and I closer together...

The lawyers will come
down and tell us.

Buck up, Peter. Pete,
we're the Teamsters.

Yeah.

Any man...

Any man can have an
accusation thrown at him.

Am I immune?

Are you?

In my opinion, it is our
very prominence itself

that draws this, that
draws these attacks.

I will not be swayed.

The international Brotherhood of
Teamsters will not be swayed.

And our policy of unity
will not be swayed.

That's right.

We must be ever watchful.

We led the Teamsters,
and the Teamsters led

the working man into
the middle class.

And, buddy, we
intend to stay here.

Hey, Bob.

It's a boxing match. You gotta
get in there and mix it up.

You wanna dish it out, you
gotta get in close enough

that you, too, have the
possibility of getting hurt.

That's life, my friends.

It's give and take and mix it up,

and that's what I
am not afraid of.

And that is what
made the Teamsters

what we are today,
and I'm proud of it.

Proud to serve you.

James R Hoffa, Robert Ciaro,
Peter Connelly, et al,

for bribery, fraud,
conspiracy to commit same.

Billy Flynn. Third-degree
burns, 90% all over his body.

The motherfucker can't
stop smoking. His

cigarette, the fumes,
some fucking thing.

Vaboom. There he goes.

Another one, Bobby?

In a minute. I'm coming
to the point of it.

The priest, who was
Father Doyle down at

St. Margaret's, which
you wouldn't know,

asked him to confess.

I'm coming to the end of it.

As he is dying, Bill Flynn
looks the priest in the eye.

"Fuck you."

To respond, they have nothing.
Jimmy, everybody gonna walk.

To respond to your
request, now pour it.

Heh.

Fucking man built the union with a
pair of balls and a Billy club.

$200 million a year in dues. Some
bullshit fag in Washington...

Fuck it. I said it. They got
nothing. Nothing but talk.

- Going my way?
- Yeah.

What did they come up
with in this trial?

Nothing.

Nothing. Not a fucking thing.

- You watching the television?
- Yeah, I seen it.

"Where were you on this
day?" Hey, somewhere, pal.

"What were you doing?" None
of your fucking business.

None of your
motherfucking business.

What if they had something?

They ain't got nothing.
There's nothing to have.

I heard the government
got to one of the guys.

Where'd you hear that?

I heard a guy high up
was giving Hoffa up.

- Who are you?
- I heard the government had him.

Had Jimmy?

And if other defendants
could corroborate

their case, they'd let them walk.

That's what I heard.

You, for example. You could cross

over and testify for
the government.

They'd grant you immunity
and let you walk.

You ain't got nothing.

You got nothing or you
wouldn't be here.

We got him.

And he's going away.

Well, if he's going away,
I'm going with him.

You want me to give
up Jimmy Hoffa?

You want me to give
up Jimmy Hoffa?

You piece of shit.

Witnesses for the prosecution.

Your Honour, the prosecution
would like to call

just one more witness.

And at this meeting, I'm referring
to the meeting of December 6,

you saw what?

- They discussed...
- "They" being?

- Mr. Hoffa and Mr. D'Allesandro.
- Mr. Hoffa and Mr. D'Allesandro.

Thank you. They discussed?

Formation of the pension fund.

And...

And its use by organised crime?

Objection. There are
no links established

between my clients and
Mr. D'Allesandro.

- Overruled. You may continue.
- Thank you, Your Honour.

And so, on this hunting
trip, on which...?

On which they

they laid out the scheme by which
the pension fund would give loans.

- To Mr. D'Allesandro?
- Yes, sir.

Thank you. That is all.

Mr. Connelly, did
anyone except you

hear this alleged conversation

between the defendants
and Mr. D'Allesandro?

In fact, there are no
witnesses, are there?

No, sir.

In other words, there is
no evidence whatsoever

to support that this
fantastical conversation

you describe ever took
place. Isn't that true?

There's a...

There's a hunting licence.

A hunting licence issued
to Peter Connelly.

Scribbled on, the initials JRH,

and the outlines of a plan for the

diversion of moneys
from the pension fund.

These notations,
including the initials

of James Riddle Hoffa,

are in the handwriting
of Carol D'Allesandro.

Who the fuck keeps
stuff that long?

What are you doing?

You going with me?

I was just putting a few
things I thought you'd need.

You don't take anything
to prison, Jo.

It's not the end of the road.

Eventually,

everything's gonna
finally be all right.

You got nothing to be ashamed of.

I know that.

Fitz is gonna be president
until I return.

I don't think there's anything
else to be said on that.

No?

Fine.

Otherwise...

Jimmy...

Fitz.

I tell you,

you don't know what to do,
what good it do I tell you?

Jimmy...

Petey...

You don't have to
say anything, Fitz.

You'll do fine.

Wave bye to Grandpa.

Let's do this thing.

- Sir.
- Hold on.

Let him through, let him through.

All right. Don't worry about
it. I ain't in any rush.

I know you got a job
to do. So do I.

I wanna say...

that this is an unhappy
day in my life.

All of my petitions
that I have filed

have stated that
the government has

wiretapped, room-bugged,
surveilled,

and did everything
unconstitutional

that they could do

to try and place me
in jail, which they

have temporarily
succeeded in doing so.

But I wanna say to my

1,800,000-strong

members of the international
Brotherhood of Teamsters,

don't believe what people would
have you think with fancy words.

I never benefited one dollar

from the loans made
by the pension fund.

Legal loans.

Loans that made profits for the

union, and what is
wrong with that?

- What is wrong with that?
- Not a thing, Jimmy.

Tell that to Robert Kennedy.

Come on, Jimmy. Give us a story.

How does it feel to be
going to jail, Jimmy?

Mind your own business.

Pricks.

I can't even scratch my nose.

- Does it itch?
- No.

What the fuck you
complaining about, then?

What time is it?

- Six.
- Check it out.

This is it.

Bob.

Jimmy's got a lot of friends.

- Hiya, Jimmy.
- Hi, Jimmy.

Hey, Tony.

- Yeah, he's on.
- That's par.

Bobby. I thought...

Weren't we gonna go meet him?

There's no point in
that now. I'm out.

We were gonna go out and
meet you. How are you?

I looked for you
over at the office.

They told me you were here.

How's Jimmy?

Fitz, you'd know if
you went to see him.

- How is he?
- You gotta get him out.

He's not well. You gotta
get him outta there.

We're working on it.

How serious is that?
I'm not kidding you.

We're working on it.
I have a plan. I'm

sorry I can't share
it with you now.

You gotta get him out.

We're gonna get him out.

He can't do eight more
years, I'm telling you.

You're just gonna have
to trust me on this.

You got to get him out.

The idea is this, the
Teamsters endorse Nixon.

- And they go to Nixon.
- They what?

They give you a pardon.

- They give me a pardon.
- Yes.

We give them the endorsement and
the money, they give me a pardon.

- Yes.
- I voted for the guy three times.

Jimmy...

You've been gone five years.

It feels like a thousand.

When?

What's his name? I can't hear ya.

In a minute.

In a minute. Vamp with it.

Jesus Christ.

I'm tired.

Well, now, time to just
rest up, huh, Jim?

I wanna thank you, Fitz.
You done a good job.

You done a good job.
You kept it together.

You done what you
were supposed to do.

What happened...

We rode it out, and here we are.

Now, tomorrow, tomorrow we go in,
first thing, end of the week,

we announce I'm gonna make a
speech, as back in office.

Get the TV if you can.
Bobby, give him the list.

These guys are out.
I don't like the

way they were behaving
when I was in.

I got no complaints you, Fitz.
But these guys, they're gone.

Jimmy...

I gotta get back in the
swing. Indulge me.

- Jimmy.
- Tomorrow...

Jimmy what?

You know what they
used to say, tell me

now, I'm gonna find
out about it anyway.

Yeah.

Jo, go out and tell
them I'll be right

there, would you, honey? Please?

- Ok, sweetheart.
- Thank you.

You what?

You fucking lied.
You fucking lied.

Now, Jimmy. Jimmy.

I did the best I could.

You big piece of shit.
You what? You fuck.

Frankie.

Frankie.

What do I want you to do? I want
you to kill the cocksucker.

I want you to stuff
his arms up his

ass, that's what I fucking want.

He made the deal with that prick
Colson to get me out of prison.

He made a deal I gotta
resign from the Teamsters.

That's the deal, I gotta
resign. I'm out. I'm out.

Next ten fucking years I'm out
the American labour movement.

Six months I'm eligible
for parole. I never

would've done this if
I knew what this is.

They wait until now to tell me.

I never would've agreed.

Fitz. Fitzsimmons.

All the time he's
telling people he's

scheming to get me
out, he done nothing.

What am I supposed
to do? I want him

fucking dead. That's what I want.

I want his fucking back broke
is what I fucking want.

What do the lawyers say, Jimmy?

Fuck the lawyers. Fuck the law. I
don't want law, I want justice.

I took that prick off
a loading dock 40

years ago, and now
he's betraying me.

Are you telling me you
don't understand?

Yeah, I understand it.

And I can't get close to it.

You can't get close to
it? What does that mean?

Does it mean no, D'Alli?
Is that what it means?

If you think I'll
fucking stand still

for this, you're out of your mind,

cos if he don't reverse
it, you don't reverse it,

I'll do what I gotta do
to get the union back.

- What does that mean?
- I'm gonna do what I gotta do.

What does it mean?

What does it mean?

We talking words here,
D'Alli? We using words?

That what we're doing?

40 fucking years. We're
gonna use words?

Too fucking late.

Too late.

That concludes this
press conference.

Thank you very much, ladies and
gentlemen. No, no more questions.

Hey, Frank.

John.

I didn't wanna say it
at the news conference,

we've been friends a
long time, but...

Jimmy's saying you and
Colson conspired to

keep him out of the
union for ten years.

Nothing could be further
from the truth. When he

talks like that, he's
lying through his teeth.

And by the way, I
got news for Jimmy

Hoffa. I ain't that
easy to get rid of.

What is it Jimmy wants?

- He wants to talk with you.
- He's too hot.

This whole thing is too hot.

You gotta tell him
the shit he's doing.

You.

You gotta stop it.

Need to cool down.

When it dies down, we'll talk.

- He needs to talk with you.
- Or what?

Is there an "or what" with that?

Or, he says, you and him
can't get together,

reverse this thing, he's
gonna go to the press.

All right, tell him
it's not necessary.

Tell him I know he
doesn't mean it.

Tell him I'll meet him. Where?

The roadhouse. Two tomorrow.

Tell him it's gonna be all right.

You tell him ten more minutes,
then we're gone. We're gone.

You tell him we waited four hours.

We're gone. He'll
know what that means.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Still waiting on that part.

Are you a Teamster?

Get the fuck out of here.

Let's see if we can't roust some
fucking brotherhood the thing.

Here. Call that number.

Just call that fucking number.
You tell 'em Bobby said...

Do it quick. I wanna
keep this phone open.

You tell them Bobby
said to get out

here with what you need right now.

Give me two more coffees
to go, a pack of smokes.

Hello. Yeah, Bobby Ciaro
told me to call this number.

I'm out here at the roadhouse. I'm
having a problem with my truck.

I don't fucking believe it.

Said they're coming
right over with it.

You're fucking right he is.

- You remember that.
- How can I thank you?

You don't gotta thank me.

Nice. Guess you got
a lot of pull, huh?

A lot of pull, yeah.

I got a lot of pull.

I'm the last fucking Mohican.

That's the way it should be.

- Are we all in it?
- Fuck, yeah.

- Thanks.
- It's all right.

This was stuck to
the bottom of it.

That really from Jimmy Hoffa?

That's really from Jimmy Hoffa?

That's right, son.

You know him? You
know Jimmy Hoffa?

There you go.

I'm gonna show you
something, kid. Come on.

You wanna thank somebody?

You wanna thank somebody, thank
somebody who deserves your thanks.

I want you to take these, go
over there, and thank that man.

Just do it. If you wanna thank
someone, you go thank him.

Go on.

- Mr. Hoffa?
- Yeah, that's right.