All language subtitles for mjddsrtey

Want me to go
call him up?

No.

You want a cup
of coffee?

No.

You wanna go?

You OK?

Uh-huh.

I'm betting you're
awake in there.

Are you?

What do you want?

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

Fuck do you care?
You ain't making money
at the side of the road.

Get up. Start driving.

Put me in the cab.
I keep you up.

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

I can't take you. They
find out you rode my cab,
I'm out of a job.

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

The fuck you are.
Fuck I'm not!

(horn)

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...

(truck horn)

(Hoffa) Don't count on
their best efforts.

Negotiate from
a position
of strength!

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

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

Bobby, how you doin'?

(Hoffa) 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.
(Hoffa) Stop their
exploitation!

I see a man with
the power of an
international union

to eliminate
all this bullshit!

Let them move
the fuckin' crates!

Let's see how long
they'll never negotiate.

They've been feeding
you dog shit,

telling you it's
Cream of Wheat!

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

I ain't afraid of
these cocksuckers.
I ain't afraid of nobody.

What are you
afraid of?
Hey, you!

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

You rode with me 85 miles,
smoked my cigarettes,
listened to my jokes.

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

You just cost me my job!

You cost me my fucking job!
You cost me my job!

You cost me
my fucking job!

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

Let it spoil!

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

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

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

Pick that crate up!

You don't need
some manager.

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

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

You guys want your jobs?
Get back to work!

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

Get outta here.
I'm sick and tired
of talking to you.

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

Ladies.

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

You cost me my job.

And what?
I'm gonna cut
your throat.

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

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

Yes you do, lad.
You got a beef
with my partner,

you got a beef with me.

Pull a knife while
a guy's unprotected.

Get fuckin' back.
No.

I couldn't have that
on my conscience.

See?

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

I'm sorry I cost
you your job.

I'm oh, so sorry.

And yes, yes, and...

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

You're fuckin' A.
And I'm a working
man. So's Jimmy.

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

I got no desire
what I do hurts you.

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

Cos everybody's
got a right to eat.
That's right.

Take these cocksuckers.
Honest laundryman,
signed with the Teamsters.

Some cocksucker.
You see that guy?

I'm goin' to
see him tonight.

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

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

So the strength
of collective bargaining
protects the working man.

Some cocksucker
won't organize,
won't join,

won't come along,
lets his brother
pay the price,

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

You fuckin' know he will.

Nobody wanted to hurt you.

What am I gonna
do for money?

Can he drive a truck?

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

You want a bit
of work? One night.

Give me the fuckin' knife.

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

This cocksucker...

"The Idle Hour Laundry."

Cop comes by two minutes.

We'll let him pass.

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

I got the guys,
Mallory Plant.

I'm gonna talk
to 'em tomorrow.

Yeah. Hey.
There he is.

Yes, indeed.

Right into the
thick of things.

Here we go.
I got it.

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

(starts engine)

Shit.
(screaming)

Holy shit!

Jesus Christ!

Jimmy!
The fucker blew up.

Jimmy!
Jesus!

Oh, shit!
Oh, shit!

Get somebody! Where's
the fuckin' phone?

Get a phone! Oh!
Get a fuckin' phone!

Jesus, it just
fuckin' blew up.

He must have
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.

(priest praying in Latin)

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?

Ugh...

(groaning)

Yes, my son,
what is it?
Agh. Ah.

Aah.

Ahhh.

Agh.

Ahh.

Billy Flynn.

Wasn't he?

Fuckin' good
old days.

You cost me
my job, Jim.

You cost me
my fuckin' job.

Fuck you.

You're wearing me out.

Never let a stranger
in your cab.

Uh-huh.

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

unless he is
a friend of labor.

Ain't that the truth.

But if he is that
friend of labor...

Want a cup of coffee?

But if he is that
friend of labor...

(laughs)

But if he is that
friend of labor...

But if he is
a friend to labor,

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 labor...

(man) We're the union, boys!

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

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

Hey, Pally!

Team up with people
who'll stand by you.

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

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

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

Get the fuck down
off my cab.

Get back, Jimmy.
All right. All right.

Fuck gonna shoot me,
the fucking scab.

Jimmy, how you doing?
Fine, Fitz.

Somebody ought to shoot
that motherfucker. Let
him organize the dead.

Hey!

They're letting them in.

It don't look good.

Hey! Get down
off them trucks!

You stupid dago!
Get down off those trucks!
You fuckin' scabs!

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

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

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah! Yeah!

You think they're gonna
be loyal to you, huh?
Crossing over this line?

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

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

Fuck you! Get out
of the way!

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

I better organize some
people this week, or my
family ain't gonna eat.

Where's the justice in that?

Oh, hell.

We're gonna get in
another punch-up.

If we can just keep these
fuckin' dagos off our backs...

Just keep your head down.
Yeah, yeah.

Are you listening?
Are you listening?

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

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

Jimmy.

(speaks Italian)

Some people wanna see you.

(speaks Italian)

He said "What are
you afraid of?"

Tell him it's none
of his fuckin' business.

Go on. Tell him
what I said.

(speaks Italian)

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

you're pissing on
his whole operation.

I wanna...
(speaks Italian)

He said to shut up.

(speaks Italian)

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

and beat you until
you beg for death?

(speaks Italian)

This is the question.

(speaks Italian)

When you fuck
with the livelihood

of the people
under his protection...

(speaks Italian)

...why shouldn't he kill you?

(speaks Italian)

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

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

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

Now...

Here's the situation
that we got here.

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

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

You're runnin' men in
to break the strike.

The strike goes nowhere,
the people go nowhere.
Doesn't do anybody any good.

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

The thing of it is, see...

(man) 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.

(cheering and applause)

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 labor.
Help the Teamsters."

They said "Why should I?"
I said "Teamsters drive
the Kreger trucks."

"Half the trucks we drive,
we take 'em to a warehouse
of your choosing,

and you steal
the contents."

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

Jimmy!
Yeah.

There's a negotiating
tactic you can use

next time you get
all jammed up.

What a fuckin' guy.
Hey, look.

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

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

Come... come with me.

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

Fucking guy.

So why'd you tell him?

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

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

Differences can be resolved.
But an imaginary hurt?

A slight?

That motherfucker
gonna hate you till
the day he dies.

Should I have told him?

6-to-5 and pick 'em.

And so we move on.

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

Yeah.

Al. Pretty chilly tonight.

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

So how much money
you make organizing?

What?
How much money
you make organizing?

(clank)

All right?

Give you a hand?
Yeah.

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

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

I ain't afraid
of a fuckin' thing.

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

Jimmy Hoffa, Local 299,
International Brotherhood
of Teamsters.

Now go around, get a
big stone or something,
chock up this back wheel.

You want some help?

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

That's what you make?

What I make is none
of your fuckin' business.

It's what I'll pay you,
you come in with me.
I wanna tell you something...

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

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

Someday this man
will be president of
the United States.

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

Now I want you
to listen to me.

When this tin lizzie
breaks down,
who pays you?

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

Same as who pays you
when you got the downtime.

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...

You armed? You packin'?
Always, Jimmy. Always.

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

I'm serious, Bobby.

Did I get to be this old?

You got the piece
stashed at the roadhouse?

Can you get to it?

You wanna go check it?

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

Go check it.

Where the fuck's
D'Allesandro?

I don't know.

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

Call him up.
Where is he?

What the fuck?
I'm sitting here
fuckin' shotgun

for a simple meeting,
fuckin' guy.

I'm sorry
he ain't here.
You fuckin' wops.

You people.

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

Bad judgment.
You're fuckin' A
well told.

You go sit, look out
the roadhouse, huh?

The booth the meeting's
supposed to be.

Call the motherfucker.
Tell me.

Thing is, I'm not
sitting here all day.

I'll call him.
Leave me the piece.

I'm gonna go naked?
You got the one
at the roadhouse.

What are you worried about?

Get outta here.
Do something
for a living.

Blew a fucking rod
and busted through
the fan belt.

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

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

The booth.

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

What?
Way it is.

OK, come on. I was
just going, anyway.
Sorry.

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

Will you give me
a fucking break?

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

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

Look, just...
just get it to me.

Would you just
get it to me?

Hey, I need it.
I need it.

Would I call if
I didn't need it?
I need it!

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

Five minutes.
Five minutes.
Thank you.

Fuck you.

I need that back
in five minutes.

Fuck off
outta here.
I'm busy.

Yeah. This is
Bobby Ciaro.

Sal, where is he?

Because I'm asking.
Because I'm sitting out here
to meet with the fella.

When was that?

Well, then,
where is he?

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

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

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

Who the fuck are you?

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

Who are you?

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

That's who I am.

That's who the fuck I am.

Wait a minute.

I am a man with a
legitimate grievance
and a legitimate position.

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

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

You say legitimate?

Your people, for
the last six weeks,

have tied up
this entire nation...

My people?
Your people.

My people? What
about your people?

The over-the-road drivers
have a right to a decent wage,
to representation...

President Roosevelt
had decreed...
Hey. I'm an American citizen,

but President Roosevelt,
in all due respect to him,
don't make the laws.

And neither do the newspapers!

When President Roosevelt
and when the newspapers

are hired
by the Teamsters
to replace me,

then I will abide
by your opinion.

Wait a minute.
Would you wait
one minute?

Get the fuck
out of my way.

Will the president
send in the troops?

Are the Teamsters
gonna back down?

The Teamsters are
not gonna back down.

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

And we will prevail
because of the strength

of our almost
one million members

in the organization of
the Railway Transport Agency

and in the improvement...

Am I going too
fast for you?

Of the living conditions
of their working men.

I believe the correct
place to negotiate...

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

and the law of the land
says that we have the right
to collective bargaining.

I have men that
I am responsible to

that have sent me
here to negotiate.

I sit in a room and I am told
"Take it or leave it"
for the last three months.

I say I leave it. I cannot
accept an offer that I am
not empowered to accept.

And you throw the
president in my face.

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

And who are the
Secret Service?

They are the
Pinkertons of old.

Jim?
They are...

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

Are you fucking
writing this?
You wanna write this?

Jimmy...
Get him outta here.
Get outta here, Pete.

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

It's Dan Tobin.

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

Did I say who I
did wanna talk to?

He says he needs
to talk to you.

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

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

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

Dan. Dan...

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

The membersh...

Listen... Listen.

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

Give me another week, and I...

You wanna run this local,
come down here.

You wanna unseat me?
You tell me!

Barring that...
Barring that...

Jimmy, what does
Tobin want?

What's he want?

He wants the president
to like him.

Wants me to call off
the march tonight.

Wants me to settle RTA.

Don't you got to?

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

He wants to replace me,
let him do that.

If Tobin says...
Yeah, yeah.

Can you get me there?

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

Come down.
I'll listen to him.

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

When the president of the
United States comes out
against the working man...

The fucking local is
a ship upon the sea.
Right, Jim.

The man on board...

Can you get me there?

Yes, sir.
Pick it up, Petey.

(horn)
(Bobby) 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.

(Hoffa) 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.
(Hoffa) We're getting
to 'em now.

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

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

How you doing?
I'm fine.

Hey, Jimmy.
Jim, Jim, message.

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

All right.
He says hold
off the march.

Thank you.
He says the mood
of the newspapers...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I been better.
You holding up?
Family eating?

Eating something.

Uh-huh.

Been better fed.

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

Lot of people in the union,
even, they say take
the offer, go back in.

Uh-huh.

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

International wants me
to call the strike off.

Cops say there's
gonna be violence.

What do you think
I should do?

Don't make
a difference
what I say.

You're gonna do what
you figure you got to do.

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

Ain't that what
we pay you for?

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

No, it don't.
They're all called
something, aren't they?

Indeed they are.

Attaboy, Jimmy.
Thank you.

Mr. Hoffa, we ready?
Huh?

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

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

Do you? What do they
gain by violence?

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

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

What you gonna
do, Jimmy?

Don't you think
we better call it off?

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

(gunshots)

Jimmy!
(whistles blow)

(gunshot)

Stay down. Stay down.

(gunshot)

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.

(booing)

Have you had
enough of it?
Yeah!

We're gonna march on
the RTA headquarters!

(cheering)

We're gonna demand
that they recognize
the Teamsters!

We are gonna
hold together
in good order,

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

(cheering and applause)

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

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

Mr. Hoffa, are we gonna
win this strike?

Mister, we have
won this strike.

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

Move back, boys.

The right to organize, eh?

Fuck their right to organize!
These cocksuckers shot at me.

You could've
anticipated...

In every conflict
there are casualties.

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

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

(yelling)

Hey! Get these guys!

(honking)

Come on, boys!

Joey!
Mom! Mom!

Mom!
Joey! Joey!

Mom!
Joey!

Mommy!
Joey!

Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!

Come on, you scabs!
Come on, you fuck,
come on!

(man bellows)

Come on, let's tip this
fuckin' thing over!

Push the fuckin'
thing over!

(cheering)

Mommy! Mommy!

Mommy!

Over here!
Over here!
I got him!

Get him off me!
Come on, come on!

(screaming)

(siren)

...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, uh...
Thank you, Fitz. Pete.

We're, uh...

We're so...
I appreciate it.

I'm really sorry, James.
Thank you.

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

This meat is very good.
Thank you, Frankie.

James R, is there
anything that I can do?

Yeah. Bring my
wife a sandwich.

...praise the Lord...
Some fuckin' Mick
on a podium.

Isn't it?
...delivered the
soul of the poor

from the hands
of the evildoers.

D'Alli.
Jimmy.

Thanks for coming.

Nothing's ever
settled by violence.

I heard that before.

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

Yeah. "What do we do?"

"What do we do now?"

"What do we do next?"

No one pardons us, Jimmy.

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

They'd rather
some people die
through your mistake...

than that they lived...

but that they
lacked a leader.

We got things to do.

He was such
a good boy.

From the bottom of my heart,
I wish I could change places
with him, Mrs. Innes.

(she sobs)

(phone rings)

Yeah?

Bobby.

Where the fuck...?

Well, where is he?

Well, why don't you know?

Where's D'AI...

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

Black. Two. Give 'em to me.

Waiting?
What?

Waiting?
Yeah, that's right.

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

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

That's rough.

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

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

Black. Two.
There you go.

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

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

What's at the car?

What's at the car is my guy.
What's in here is you
watching the phone.

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

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

Who's your guy?

So who's your guy?

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

What's wrong with
just staying here?

I like you so much.

I like you, too.
You're fine.

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

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

Here.
I don't want your money.

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

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

Jim.
Bobby.

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

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

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

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

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

and send him
a bottle of...

What's that shanty
Irish prick drink?
Crown Royal.

All right, send it
to him, and send him
a little note with it, says:

"A good business
deal benefits all."

Ah,

just tell him
I said thanks.

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

She's good.
How's your boy?

He's good.

How's your new kitchen
coming along?

It's costing me
an arm and a leg.

You should
do it yourself.
I am.

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

Nobody says
fuckin' nothin'

about anythin'
to do with fuckin'
business, right?

Right, Jimmy.
No business,
no business.

We're gonna
have a good time.

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

(Hoffa) We loan it out.
20 million.

(D'Alli) You take
the breakage
of a half point,

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

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

What are you gonna
whack your guys?

What am I gonna
whack 'em?

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

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

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

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

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

20 million.
We'll loan it out.

Give me a piece of paper.

20 million loan.
Go a little slower.
I need notes. Write it out.

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

All right. Look.

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

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

Two and a half points,
that's 25 grand.
On top the mil?

Perfectly legit. Call it
a service charge.

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

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

Same two and a half?

Let me go back.

We're going to Nevada.
Going Nevada.

The down, 20 mil.

Teamsters getting...
I'm talking basically...
three streams of income,

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

Your money, four
and one half per cent.

That yearly?
Yearly, of the total.

Yearly.
Yearly.

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

One - four and
one half per cent
of the total.

Basically.

As what?

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

Let me finish.
All right.

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

No, no, let me...
let me finish.

Fuckin' crazy.

(Hoffa laughs)

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

Four percent. Listen
to what I'm telling you.
Different scenario, OK?

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

No, different scenario...
Beautiful.

This goombah, this guinea,
reaches under his coat,
takes out his piece.

Kaboom! There
goes the deer.

Can't even hunt
for shooting targets.

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

Have to go over
some of your testimony.

All I'll do is
tell the truth.

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

This goombah...
Wait, wait, wait.

This goombah is
reaching around
in his pockets.

Can't nobody
find a knife.

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

International Brotherhood
of Teamsters.
Please let me through.

Hold it, buddy.

I have a very
important message
for James R Hoffa.

Not much huntin'
he'd done up till here.

James. James R.
Just a minute.

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

"Bobby, where did
you learn to skin?"

James, I have a very
important message.
I'm tellin' a story.

I'm tellin' a story.

It's a very important
message to you,
you understand, not to me.

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

OK.
OK?

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

Washington. So...

(gavel pounding)

(man) Come to order.
Everybody take
a seat, please.

I lost my train of thought.
More about the great outdoors
after the ladies' lunch.

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

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

Trying to make a
reputation for himself.

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

Someday you gonna
organize the cops?

Hey, that's easy. Someday
I'm gonna organize the crooks,
then we all sit down.

Mr. Hoffa?

(man) 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?

Uh...

Mr. Chairman...

Mr. Chairman, I would like
to apologize for delaying
these proceedings.

On the night of March 13th...
Excuse me. Was I
interrupting you?

I thought you'd finished.
No, I was just
expressing a thought.

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

All right. All right.
Well, then, why don't we
talk about Joe Holtzman?

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

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

I said I knew Joe Holtzman.
He wasn't any particular
friend of mine.

Your turn, Bobby.

(laughter)

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, uh...

I don't think that the
comparison holds.
That's what you think.

The fact that Mr. Bridges has
ties with the Communist party
leaders of the world.

Mr. Goldblatt is
identified repeatedly

as an important member
of the Communist party.

These people are leaders
of a local with whom
you made an alliance.

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

I don't know if Bridges is
a Communist or if
Goldblatt is a Communist.

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

but they're elected under
the free democratic
process of America

and the Taft-Hartley laws.

Mr. Goldblatt filed
for 10 years,

according to his testimony,
non-Communist affidavits.

You think it's wrong,
you investigate that.

There is no question
about Mr. Goldblatt.

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

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

Just a moment. Don't you
say anything about
a question about Hoffa.

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

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

You said that enough
around this country,

and I want the American
press to know

that I resent the fact that
there is any inference
that I am a Communist,

that I am associated with
or controlled by Communists,

and don't you use this
as a sounding board

for headlines
for that purpose.

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

and that nobody
cast any aspersions

about my loyalty
to this country.

I object to that!

I'll straighten
the record out.

I was talking
about Mr. Bridges
and Mr. Goldblatt.

Don't put me in
their class, then.

Did you put him
in their class?

No, I just said that
although there might be

some question
about Mr. Hoffa...

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

What I meant to say was that

although there might be
some question about
Mr. Bridges,

there is no question
about Mr. Goldblatt.

Evidently, you agree
with the same thing.
Just one moment...

You agree,

otherwise you wouldn't
have said "Don't put me
in their class."

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

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

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

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

that I am associated with
or controlled or any part
of the Communist party.

I resent it, sir!

All right. All right.

We refer now...

to the pension fund.

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

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

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

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

Wait a minute...
If I may finish.

You may finish
in a moment, sir.

When I am done,
then you may finish.

The movement
of organized crime
into the ranks of labor,

the corruption of leading
Teamster officials
with gangsters...

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

It is unfair to allow
this impression
to exist publicly,

as it's created by
these hearings,

that I am controlled
by gangsters.

I am not controlled by 'em.

I would be very sympathetic
if it wasn't for a fact
you got people in Detroit,

at least 15 who
have police records.

You've got Joey
Glimco in Chicago.

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

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

I intend to follow
the constitution

of the International
Brotherhood of Teamsters.

We're talking about
the vicious cooption
of the field of labor,

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, uh...
jump from
the Capitol dome.

(laughter)

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

Where... 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.

(all shout questions)

Jimmy.
Yeah. I hear you.

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

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

These allegations will affect
your run for presidency
of the Teamsters.

How are these allegations
gonna affect my bid
to become president

of the International
Brotherhood of Teamsters?
That your question?

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

You know, Ted,
the Detroit News,
hometown paper.

You'd think in a city
built by the
automotive industry,

I'd get a fair shake
from the press.

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

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

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

I wanted to ask you
about Test Fleet.
What is that?

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

About using Teamster
muscle to compel

certain companies
to lease trucks
from you.

Nothing could be further
from the truth.

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

Well, you got those
facts and figures.

Why haven't you
run them, then?

We plan to,
next week.

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

See, as I said,

this is something of
a volatile time,
this time here.

Hearings, elections
coming up.

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

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

Ants to the picnic.

Somebody ought
to give that punk
a dose of reality.

Yeah. Somebody ought
to give it to him.

(man) We're with you, Jimmy!

The idea being,
if it's got wheels,
it's in Teamster jurisdiction.

If you wanna organize,
you gotta be a fuckin' man.

You don't go out there
to run pussies or to
bring back an excuse.

You wanna organize,
the guy says take names.

Do not take no
for an answer,

because if you
will not take no
for an answer,

eventually the answer
comes back yes.

Get the shit.

This it? Let's see it.

(liquid sloshing)

There you go.
Thanks.

Put the paper under it.

What was I saying?
Billy.

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

back when we
were organizing
the laundries.

Billy gonna light
up this laundry.

Light it up?
He's gonna firebomb it.

They don't wanna
come around
or sign up.

They never heard
of the Teamsters.

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

In the hospital, dyin'.

Priest comes up.
Give me the ribbon.

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

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

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

Looks the priest
in the eye.

"Fuck you."

His dyin' words.

Never let down.
Never let up.
Never forget.

What's in the package?

A guy's dick and balls.

Get this shit. Come on.

OK, read it back to me.

"Successful in verifying
on three occasions

"the charges of bribery
against James Hoffa."

Ted.
"In light of..."

Sure about that?
Came for you.

Yeah?

"In light of which the
attitude of the Senate
committee, although combative,

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

"The power to organize
does not and must
not include

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

The boardroom,
the courtroom,
or the streets.

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

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

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

Kill the story.

What?
Kill the story.
Kill the Hoffa story.

I...
Kill the fuckin' story!

(cheering and applause)

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!

(frenzied applause and cheering)

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.

(band plays triumphant march)

You listen
to this good.
Yes, sir.

Jimmy!

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

Whoa! Here I go.

Here.
Where is he?

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

Where the fuck is he?

Fuckin' cocksucker.

The money I made
him. The guys.

I know, J R.

The fuckin' money
I made that man.

Call him at Gold Club.

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

Call him that number
in the back.
Equipment shed.

The card game.

Call him. He's
coming or not.

I don't wanna be
sittin' here till the
fuckin' sun goes down.

I understand.
I don't wanna, Bobby.

Right.
Not in the mood
for no fuckin' bullshit.

Gettin' old.

Everybody... gets old...

till they die.

That look familiar?

Long time.

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

What the fuck else
am I gonna do?

Where you going?

To call the equipment shed.

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

Hands on the wheel,
eyes straight ahead.

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

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

That's a hell of a hurry.
You got something peculiar
making you go that fast?

I do.

Let me see
your registration
and your license.

Slowly. OK? Slowly.

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

The hell you say.

OK. Go right ahead.
Thank you.

I said nobody gets in.
Fuck's the matter with you?

Someone waves
a name in your face?

Who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck I am
is not important.

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

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

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

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

Throw this fuckin'
dago out of here.

This is my fuckin'
club here, OK?

I told you,
nobody gets in.
(man) I'm sorry.

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

You're gonna fuckin' care!

Down the stairs.
Down the stairs.

Are you insane?
Get this guy off of me.

We're going in the back
to look for a fella.
I was told he was here.

Six feet, black hair,
fella from Detroit.

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

You'll be in Sheepshead Bay
tonight, you guinea bastard.
Know who my friends are?

You are fuckin' dead.
Open the door.

You know what this
cocksucker did?

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

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

Cut this fucker down.
Cut him down.

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

I didn't wanna mention names.
I was instructed to give
a note to you.

I'm very sorry you
were put through this.

Well, sorry is...
Thank you.

Sorry ain't enough.

This is my club here.
Guy comes in, puts
a gun to my head...

Hey, I'm not talking to you.

He is like a brother to me,

and should be treated with
the same respect with
which you treat me.

D'Alli...

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

He said that, yeah.
Having said that,
you told him what?

To get out? That
this is your club?
D'Alli, I...

I had no idea that you'd...

Thank you for
making the trip.

If there's anything you
need here in New York,
Mr. Stein will be happy to...

D'Alli, on my knees, on my
knees, if I knew this man
was a friend of yours...

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

Mr. Stein would
be most happy...

Happy? I'd be honored...
Honored? I'd be delighted.

Whatever I can do
for the gentleman.
Anything.

Champagne, Sal.
Champagne.

James R? Nothing to it.

The note is delivered,
the note is understood.

The message is "thank you",
and I am in receipt of
a package for you.

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

You can spare
me that long?

Uh-huh.

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

Thank you, boss.

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

Hi, Jackie.
Bobby.

You wanna know
what's in there?

A heart of pure fuckin' gold.
I don't care. Give me wops.

You wanna talk
about loyalty?
Talk about honor?

Give me this
dago right here.

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

Hey, fits in there nice.
James R, you want
the guy to continue?

Yeah, all right.
Go ahead. Bobby?
Oh.

This is my dream.
Thank you, Petey.

Wanna know what
my dream is? Huh?

Fitz?

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

It's for broken-down
truckers to drink
beer, fart,

and lie about
the waitresses
they fucked.

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

Wanna make retired
truckers feel at home?

Put a condom machine
in their living room.

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

Don't strain yourself, Bobby.

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

Subpoenas from the
McClellan Committee.

Huh?
Loan policy.

The loans are legit.
All the Las Vegas loans.
Record Test Fleet.

Test Fleet is legit.
Kennedy and...

It's a fuckin' vendetta.
These two little creeps
are riding into office...

We have a subpoena.
Forget about it.

You can't square off
with the White House.

Square off with
the White House?

Then they don't
square off with me.

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

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

They have a subpoena.
I say fuck the subpoena.

Fuck you, too.

Guy needed his brother
elected fuckin' president
of the US to get a job.

You'd have been
a bond salesman.

You're the brother-in-law
they make jokes about.

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

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

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

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

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

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

to whup your fuckin' ass,
you slimy prick.

I beat that trumped-up
charge down south.

I'll beat you again.
There is no organized crime
in the Teamsters...

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

For what? What'd
I fuckin' do?
Your loans...

The pension fund has
the best record.

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?
(door closes)

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
kind of badge
he's got on 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?

(men laughing)

I ate at a
Chinese-German
restaurant.

An hour later, I was
hungry for power.

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

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

Fuckin' guy thinks
I'm a native dancer.

Jimmy, I wanna thank
you for all your help.

Good of you to come in.

Anything, anytime.
You know that.
We appreciate it.

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

With my act, I should be
in your business.
At least I'd get mileage.

(all laugh)

What?

What is it?
They've indicted
Bobby and Peter, too.

Indicted Bobby
and Pete...?

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

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

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

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

We're not a
small organization

with two people
up in an office.

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

Every time some guy in
Washington comes up
with an idea,

I gotta haul records
down 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."

(applause and cheering)

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.

(bang)

(banging)

(bang)

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

for bribery, fraud,
conspiracy to commit same.

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

The motherfucker
can't stop smoking.

His cigarette, the fumes,
some fuckin' thing.

Vaboom. There he goes.

Another one, Bobby?
In a minute. I'm coming
to the point of it.

The priest, who was Father
Doyle down at St Margaret's,
which you wouldn't know,

asked him to confess.

I'm coming to
the end of it.

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

"Fuck you."

(laughter)

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

To respond to your
request - now pour it.
Heh.

Fuckin' man built the union
with a pair of balls
and a billy club.

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

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

- Going my way?
- Yeah.

- What did they come up with in this trial?
- Nothing.

Nothing. Not a fuckin' thing.

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

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

"What were you doing?"
None of your
fuckin' business.

None of your
motherfuckin' business.

What if they
had something?

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

I heard the government
got to one of the guys.

Where'd you hear that?
I heard a guy high up
was giving Hoffa up.

Who are you?
I heard the government
had him.

Had Jimmy?

And if other defendants could
corroborate their case,
they'd let them walk.

That's what I heard.

You, for example.
You could cross over and
testify for the government.

They'd grant you immunity
and let you walk.

You ain't got nothing.

You got nothing or
you wouldn't be here.
We got him.

And he's going away.

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

You want me to
give up Jimmy Hoffa?

(laughs)

You want me to
give up Jimmy Hoffa?

You piece of shit!

Witnesses for the prosecution.

Your Honor, 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.

Thank you.
They discussed?

Formation of
the pension fund.

And...

And its use by
organized crime?

Objection! There are
no links established

between my clients
and Mr. D'Allesandro.

Overruled. You
may continue.
Thank you, Your Honor.

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

On which... they...

they laid out the
scheme by which

the pension fund
would give loans.

To Mr. D'Allesandro?
Yes, sir.

Thank you. That is all.

Mr. Connelly, did anyone
except you hear this
alleged conversation

between the defendants
and Mr. D'Allesandro?

In fact, there are no
witnesses, are there?

No, sir.

In other words,
there is no evidence
whatsoever

to support that this
fantastical conversation you
describe ever took place.

Isn't that true?

There's a...

There's a hunting license.

A hunting license
issued to Peter Connelly.

Scribbled on,
the initials J RH,

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.

(murmurs) Who the fuck
keeps stuff that long?

What are you doin'?

You goin' with me?

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

You don't take
anything to prison, Jo.

It's not the end
of the road.

Eventually,

everything's gonna
finally be all right.

You got nothing
to be ashamed of.
I know that.

Fitz is gonna
be president
until I return.

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

No?

Fine.

Otherwise...

Jimmy...

Fitz.

I tell you,

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

Jimmy, uh...

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.
(laughter)

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.

(all shouting)

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

Mind your own business.

Pricks.

I can't even
scratch my nose.

Does it itch?
No.

What the fuck you
complainin' about, then?

What time is it?

Six.
Check it out.

This is it.

(horns and shouting)

Bob.

Jimmy's got a
lot of friends.

Hiya, Jimmy.
Hi, Jimmy.

Hey, Tony.

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

Bobby! I thought...

Weren't we gonna
go meet him?

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

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

I looked for you over
at the office. They told
me you were here.

How's Jimmy?
Fitz, you'd know if you
went to see him.

How is he?
You gotta get him out.

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

We're working on it.
How serious is that?
I'm not kidding you.

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

I'm sorry I can't
share it with you now.

You gotta get him out.

We're gonna get him out.

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

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

You got to get him out.

The idea is this -
the Teamsters
endorse Nixon.

(jet engine noise
drowns out voices)

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?

(chanting) Jimmy! Jimmy!
Jimmy! Jimmy! Jimmy!

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

(chanting continues)

In a minute.

In a minute.
Vamp with it.

Um...

(whispers)

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... Jimmy...
Jimmy...
Tomorrow...

Jimmy what?

You know what
they used to say -

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

Yeah.

Jo, go out and tell them
I'll be right there,
would you, honey? Please?

OK, sweetheart.
Thank you.

You what?

You fuckin' lied!
You fuckin' lied!
Now, Jimmy... Jimmy...

I did the best I could.
You big piece of shit!
You what? You fuck!

Frankie!

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

I want you to stuff
his arms up his ass,
that's what I fuckin' want!

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

He made a deal
I gotta resign
from the Teamsters.

That's the deal -
I gotta resign.
I'm out! I'm out!

Next ten fuckin' years
I'm out the American
labor movement.

Six months I'm
eligible for parole.

I never would've done this
if I knew what this is.

They wait until
now to tell me.

I never would've agreed.

Fitz. Fitzsimmons.

All the time he's telling
people he's scheming to get
me out, he done nothing!

What am I supposed to do?
I want him fuckin' dead!
That's what I want!

I want his fuckin' back broke
is what I fuckin' want!

What do the lawyers
say, Jimmy?

Fuck the lawyers!
Fuck the law!

I don't want law,
I want justice.

I took that prick off
a loading dock 40 years ago,
and now he's betraying me.

Are you telling me
you don't understand?
Yeah, I understand it.

And I can't get close to it.

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

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

If you think I'll fuckin'
stand still for this,
you're out of your mind,

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

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

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

What does it mean?

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

That what we're doing?

40 fuckin' years.
We're gonna use words?

Too fuckin' late.

Too late.

That concludes this
press conference.

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

Hey, Frank!

John.

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

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

Jimmy's saying
you and Colson

conspired to keep him
out of the union
for ten years.

Nothing could be
further from the truth.

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

And by the way, I got news for
Jimmy Hoffa. I ain't that
easy to get rid of.

What is it Jimmy wants?

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

This whole thing is too hot.

You gotta tell him
the shit he's doing.

You!

You gotta stop it.

Need to cool down.

When it dies down, we'll talk.

He needs to
talk with you.
Or what?

Is there an
"or what"
with that?

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

he's gonna go to the press.

All right, tell him
it's not necessary.

Tell him I know
he doesn't mean it.

Tell him
I'll meet him.
Where?

The roadhouse.
Two tomorrow.

Tell him it's gonna
be all right.

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

You tell him we
waited four hours.

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

What the fuck are
you doing here?
Still waitin' on that part.

Are you a Teamster?

Get the fuck out of here.

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

Here. Call that number.

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

Do it quick. I wanna
keep this phone open.

You tell them Bobby said
to get out here with
what you need right now.

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

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

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

I don't fuckin'
believe it.

Said they're coming
right over with it.

You're fuckin' right he is.

You remember that.
How can I thank you?

You don't gotta thank me.

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

A lot of pull, yeah.

I got a lot of pull.

I'm the last
fuckin' Mohican.

That's the way
it should be.

Are we all in it?
Fuck, yeah.

Thanks.
It's all right.

This was stuck
to the bottom of it.

That really from
Jimmy Hoffa?

That's really from
Jimmy Hoffa?

That's right, son.

You know him?
You know Jimmy Hoffa?

There you go.

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

You wanna thank somebody?

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

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

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

Go on.

Mr. Hoffa?
Yeah, that's right.

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