All language subtitles for The.Garment.Jungle.1957.1080p.BluRay.x264-ORBS.SDH

NARRATOR: New York City.
This is the Garment District.

Within a few short city blocks,

thousands of workers produce
most of America's clothing.

But behind these
streets is the real world.

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

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

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

What kind of talk is
that from a partner?

KENNER: If we
ran a union shop...

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

- (CLOTH TEARING)
- Look, look at these operations.

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

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

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

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

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

You're a designer. Design.

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

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

We can run a union shop.

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

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

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

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

Okay.

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

with all his union talk.

Be just a minute.

- Ready?
- MAN: Anytime.

All right, now.

Hey.

Hey. Hey!

Help! Help!

Help! Help!

Oh, my God! Hey! Hey!

Oh, my God!

(SCREAMING)

(SIREN)

Fred.

I didn't mean what I said.

- Keep it.
- Thanks, mister.

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

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

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

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello.

Yeah, Tony, what is it?

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

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

Yeah, well, I'll
see you tomorrow.

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

(BUZZER)

- Who is it?
- Alan.

Alan?

- Hello, Dad.
- Alan.

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

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

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

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

I figured you were busy.

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

you don't come home every day.

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

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

Oh, I had enough of that.

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

and get started at something.

- How about a drink?
- Sure.

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

Well, you decided on anything?

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

The garment business?

That is, if the
offer's still open.

You never wanted to before.

What made you change your mind?

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

Don't you want me to?

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

But...

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

I'd rather you stayed out.

Why? I don't understand.

Oh, it's too much of a struggle.

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

All the worry, all
the aggravation.

It's not for you.

Besides, your mother,
God rest her soul,

she never wanted you in it.

(DOOR OPENING)

Walter, dear, I...

Oh, Lee, this is my son.

Oh.

Alan, this is Lee Hackett.

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

Alan, I'm delighted to meet you.

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

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

She's also a very good friend.

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

I know how much it
means to your father.

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

Walter, didn't...

He just arrived.

What is it, Dad? What's wrong?

His partner was
killed the other day.

- Mr Kenner?
- Accident. Freight elevator.

I'm sorry.

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

Yeah.

Well.

That's the way it goes.

Lee, this is Alan's
first night home.

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

Yes, let's.

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

- While I call for a table.
- Please.

All right.

(DIALLING PHONE)

Walter, I must
tell you something.

I just left Mrs Kenner, and
she said it wasn't an accident.

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

She thinks her
husband was murdered.

Murdered?

But there was an
investigation, police.

Why should anyone
want to kill him?

Maybe because he
sympathised with the union.

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

I'm only telling you
what she thinks.

Dad, what's it all about?

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

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

I said "forget it".

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

I wish that's all it
was, Miss Hackett.

Huh?

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

When it comes to
something that really matters,

I'm still kept out of it.

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

The main thing is
you're home, Alan.

And at a time when your
father really needs you.

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

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

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

He's not cut out for it.

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

I know what I want.

Walter, I think he does.

Okay.

Be at work tomorrow.

Eight sharp.

Roxton Fashions.

Mr Mitchell is busy
now. Will you call later?

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

(EVERYONE TALKING AT ONCE)

You call those fabrics?

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

Come back next Tuesday.

Next Tuesday. Next
Tuesday. Always next Tuesday.

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

Alan here yet?

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

And don't be too easy on him.

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

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

- (BUZZER)
- Yeah?

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

Must have overslept.

Good morning, Roxton
Fashions. One moment, please.

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

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

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

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

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

You got a lot to learn.

Come on. I'll show you around.

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

Now, we fixed it up since you was
here. Best showroom in New York.

PRESENTER: a joy to
behold. Also available in black.

A Roxton romance in
fabric and fashion at $29.75.

Top floor. Roxton Fashions.

PRESENTER: And now,
Roxton presents number 37...

I'm sure you'll find
what you need here.

Roxton Fashions is really
the hottest house this season.

- Good morning, Alan.
- Good morning, Miss Hackett.

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

- Morning, Tony.
- Morning, Miss Hackett.

PRESENTER: And remember, while
many of our new silhouettes are slim...

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

especially Miss Lee
Hackett. A very big buyer.

She likes a manufacturer,
can bring lots of business.

Pays to be nice to
her, like your papa.

Same old Tony, nothing sacred.

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

Everybody grabs
to get what they can.

Come on.

We start in the showroom.

You like them models?

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

The boss' son, where else?

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

Back talk is terribly
important this season.

Do you think
that back will talk?

Even in Scranton.

"Even in Scranton."

Too bad we lose Mr Kenner,
just when the season starts.

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

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

- Stop complaining.
- So I told him,

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

Yeah, you know, salesmen.

Romance merchants,
that's what they are.

I wouldn't go out
with one of them.

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

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

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

Yeah, when I found
out she was married,

I just had to go out
with her husband.

I don't know what came over me.

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

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

Hey, Joe!

(WHIRRING)

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

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

This shop is piece work.

Everybody gets paid for
just how much they do.

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

Look, I've been
in the shop before.

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

But it's different now.

You're gonna work.

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

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

Gotta fight to stay alive.

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

Like this, you watch.

What's the matter?

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

ALL: That's right. Yeah!

We settle the price yesterday.

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

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

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

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

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

Now you listen to me.

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

Now hold it, mister.

Now, suppose we talk this over.

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

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

Tulio Renata. ILG.

MITCHELL: Hey! Wait a minute!

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

He's from the union.

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

That's right! Let
the union settle it.

This is my place!

I'll settle everything.

With the help of
paid pistoleros.

A bunch of crummy
hoodlums backin' you up,

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

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

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

Or down an elevator
shaft, like your partner?

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

I said "get out"!

Don't worry, I'll be back.

- Don't worry!
- ALL: He'll be back!

Get me Artie Ravidge.

(BUZZER)

Yeah.

RECEPTIONIST: Mr
Mitchell on the phone.

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

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

You listening to union bums?

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

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

Me?

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

Sure, I know he
wanted to chop me,

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

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

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

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

losing a partner after 20
years, but accidents happen.

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

Yeah.

I'll be talkin' to you.

(DOOR OPENING)

Dad, can I ask you something?

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

Well, I just wanted to...

I've got buyers waiting.

PRESENTER: Roxton presents
number 3082, the Mandarin look.

Leading fashion magazines
across the country

are heralding the Far
Eastern influence...

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

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

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

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

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

This is none of your business.

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

When did you ever talk
anything out with me?

PRESENTER: for only $32.75.

Remember, above all,

Roxton desires to give you
the ultimate in fashion, at a price.

Okay, will he bring the wire?

Right.

Mr Renata?

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

I'm Alan Mitchell.

Maria, shake the man's hand.

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

Come on. Dare ya.
Come on. (LAUGHING)

Look, I'm not
running for President.

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

(BABY CRYING)

Even a boss' son.

I came by to ask you about...

There she goes again.

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

Okay, okay. I got the message.

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

Today in the shop, what did
you mean about Mr Kenner?

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

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

You mean it wasn't an accident?

Come on, get to it, will you?

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

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

(SALSA MUSIC PLAYING)

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

Hey, Theresa!

How about that spaghetti bender?

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

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

teaching these Monzas
how to dance Spanish.

Hey, Theresa, time
to change the piccini.

Hey, those paesanos.

Why don't they wear
out their own wives?

She's my wife.

She picked me.

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

Come on, let's have it.

What makes you think
Mr Kenner was murdered?

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

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

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

Oh, my father was right!

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

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

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

If you're on the level,

well, you sure
got a lot to learn.

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

Not now.

Ciao, bellezza!

Great timing, I
just changed her.

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

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

Who's stopping you?

(BABY CRYING)

Hey! Mind the kid!

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

(HARD SLAP)

Look, would you please...

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

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

Business?

What kind of business?
You're my business.

Keep out of this.

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

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

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

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

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

Mrs Renata, I'm Alan Mitchell.

Mitchell? Roxton
Fashion Mitchell?

The son, not the boss.

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

You went there?
After all I said.

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

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

Okay, okay.

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

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

You've gotta believe me. I...

I've been out of the
country for years.

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

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

Don't you understand
why I'm here?

Well, you said things
about my father...

Mr Mitchell, would
you like some beer?

Don't ask, get 'em.

Gettin' hotter by the
minute. Cigarette?

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

You take any union shop.

They gotta pay scale,
plus workers' benefits.

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

there's no minimum, no benefits.

That's the edge,

the difference in
the cost of labour.

In Roxton Fashions, it adds
up to over half a million a year.

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

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

Who is Ravidge?

THERESA: Everything for
the needle trade, that's Ravidge.

Especially broken
heads, acid in the face...

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

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

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

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

You can do me a big favour.

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

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

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

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

Answer the phone.

I can't believe it.

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

Sure, I understand.
He's your father.

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

it's tough to shake him off.

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

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

All I know is that after
I had Kenner all set

to sign with the
union, down he went.

Twenty-seven floors, non-stop.

- (MUSIC STOPS)
- (APPLAUSE)

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

They said, "Tell your husband to
stay away from Roxton Fashion",

"or you'll be a widow."

(MUSIC RESTARTS)

That's what I mean.

Don't worry.

- See you later.
- Where are you going?

I told you. I got a meeting.

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

- Who's afraid of a call?
- I beg you.

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

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

- See you later.
- Tulio! Tulio!

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

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

It's an old story in
the garment jungle.

It isn't only Roxton Fashion.

It just happened Tulio
picked the toughest.

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

Tulio won't stop until
every shop is organised.

It means that much to him?

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

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

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

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

The union is good, of course,

but there's good
and bad in everything.

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

- Theresa's my name.
- Theresa.

Good night.

Mr Mitchell,

it was nice to talk to you, too.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Blake, Brown...

Latzo,

Miller, Alfredi...

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

Mr Bronson calls it,
there must be a reason.

- But at night?
- At night.

- Tulio.
- TULIO: Hello, Kovan.

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

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

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

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

Just in time.

- Kovan.
- All here, Mr Bronson.

I called this secret meeting
of the organising committee

as soon as I
received this telegram.

It's from the
Manufacturers Association.

Now we've got to
sign up every shop,

or the union shops
will all pull out.

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

in the Garment Center
are still non-union.

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

Well, who are these men?

They're hoods.

What a lousy thing
to say, but so lousy.

We're here to give your boys
protection, Mr Union Manager.

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

I know you good, you
flannel-mouth punk!

Any wise guy wants
a pistolero, calls you.

Price just doubled.

You need more
protection than I thought.

Crawl out with
the rest of the lice!

You spic bum.

That's enough!

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

Here's change.

How come they knew
about this meeting?

I'm asking, how come?

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

Yes, I know there
are traitors here

in my own committee,

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

Will you let chisellers protected
by hoodlums kill your union?

ACTIVISTS: No!

Will you bring all
shops into the union,

and so raise the welfare

of every worker in
the garment industry?

- ACTIVISTS: Yes!
- That is your answer?

ACTIVISTS: Bring 'em in!

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

Tulio? Kovan?

(CHAIN RATTLING)

Our answer is still the same.

No more protected shops.

Such a lousy thing to say.

(GROANING)

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

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

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

Ah, this heat!

Every pore like a
regular sprinkler system.

- RECEPTIONIST: Mr Mitchell?
- Yes.

What about Lot 472?

Check with Tony.

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

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

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

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

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

I'm Artie Ravidge.

- I've heard all about you, Mr Ravidge.
- I've heard about you, too.

Your father says you're
coming in the business.

That's right.

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

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

Everything for the needle
trade, including broken heads.

Who says?

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

You went to the
union behind my back?

I wanted to find out
what was going on.

I couldn't believe
what they were saying,

but now I know there
must be something to it.

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

I'm not taking any sides,

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

Just a minute.

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

And nobody gets hurt
unless he asks for it.

Is that what you think?

All right.

Come in.

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

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

if he didn't stay
away from here.

So let him stay away.

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

You spic bum, you
open your mouth to me,

and they'll carry
you outta here.

MITCHELL: That's enough!

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

But I'm telling you,

we're gonna bring Roxton
Fashions into the union.

And this time,
nothing's gonna stop us.

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

even if I have to
close my doors.

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

We've got the truckers with us.

They won't go
through no picket line.

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

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

there are 400,000
others to take my place.

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

Don't you threaten me!

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

You're dealing
with Walter Mitchell.

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

and they won't now!

Dad, will you listen to reason?

Get out.

I told you it wouldn't
do any good.

Thanks for the try.

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

(DOOR CLOSING)

A real troublemaker, that one.

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

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

- What are you gonna do?
- Never mind.

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

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

Give in to them? Let
the union take over?

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

With their hours, and
benefits, and guarantees!

3% of the payroll
for retirement,

2% for health, 2% for vacations,

always with a hand
stuck out for more.

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

Who guarantees me anything?

How do other
manufacturers get along?

I don't care about the others.

I built this place
with my own hands,

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

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

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

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

Mr Junior Executive, when you
learn the facts of life in this business...

Oh, I've learned enough already.

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

There's no such thing
in the garment business.

Where are you going?

To vomit.

- (PHONE RINGING)
- (BABY CRYING)

- Pronto?
- ALAN: Mrs Renata?

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

- Oh, hello.
- Is your husband there?

Why? Is there
anything the matter?

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

He's not here.

Any idea where I can find him?

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

- Since when?
- About an hour ago.

Well, thanks. Goodbye.

Wait, wait, don't hang up.

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

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

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

How about calling it off?

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

With cheese-eaters in the union,

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

- Wanna get help?
- Five's enough.

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

- gets won or lost right here.
- Ssh!

- Hold it.
- (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Stay put.

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

What are you doing here?

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

I can take care of myself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Get back.

(BRAKES SQUEALING)

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

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

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

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

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

He's trying to save your life.

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

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

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

Yeah.

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

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

- You go on home with her!
- Tulio.

Listen to me, once and for all.

I'm tellin' you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

(BABY CRYING)

Please, let's stop some place.

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

Is there any place
open around here?

DRIVER: There's a
bar around the corner.

- Any place.
- Okay.

Oh, bella mia, no.

Evening, folks.

What'll it be?

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

- Make it two.
- Two beers.

Now, don't give any to the kid.

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

(BABY CRYING)

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

Oh, capito. Ho capito.

Per la bambina,
la vita semplice?

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

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

I'm sorry.

- (BABY GURGLING)
- THERESA: Tu tesoro. Brava, ecco...

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

good for $150 a week.

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

puts his head on
a chopping block.

I don't get it.

How can anything
come before you?

I mean, before his
wife and his child?

How many times have
I asked myself that?

He's married to you.

To you.

What reason could
he have big enough?

His father.

His father?

He was a soft man, a dreamer,

who only wanted to
make life better for others.

A poor tailor.

There was never any
choice for Tulio, was there?

Choice?

Between his father,

what he thought was...

They were like one person.

The same dreams,
the same hunger.

But if he'd had to choose,

would Tulio have turned
against his own flesh and blood?

What kind of a
son would do that?

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

Yes.

And a choice has to be made.

Tulio! Look out!

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

- Roxton Fashions.
- Nothing gets delivered to Roxton.

No going through
our picket line!

Alfredi!

Alfredi!

Why?

- Why you?
- Alfredi!

Latzo! Miller!

(TULIO YELLING)

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

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

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

- Guess he beat it.
- You guess?

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

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

ALFREDI: Yeah, but
what if Kovan talks?

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

Let's go.

- Where's the phone?
- Right there.

- ALAN: What happened?
- They got Tulio.

Tulio!

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

Tulio! Tulio!

Tulio! Tulio!

Tulio, caro mio.

(INAUDIBLE)

Tulio. Tulio!

Tulio!

(SOBBING)

Walter, where have you been?

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

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

- I was with the police.
- Police!

What did they want you for?

Well, it was my place
he was picketing.

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

How could this have happened?

Renata pulled a knife

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

Ravidge told me
it was unavoidable.

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

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

- Heard from Alan?
- Nothing.

Didn't even come
home last night.

Walter, is it really
worth all this?

(WHIRRING)

Where are they all goin'?

To Renata's funeral.
Where do you think?

The work's stopped
in all the shops.

What are they so excited about?

Ain't the first time a union organiser
was killed in the Garment Center.

In the old days, when
the union started,

they used to
kill 'em like flies.

BRONSON: When the union loses
a Tulio Renata, it may well weep,

for the Tulio Renatas
can never be replaced.

Even in a union like ours,

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

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

everything that a
man had to give,

he gave for this union.

Tulio was every man's friend,

as he believed that
every man was his friend.

Yes,

the Tulio Renatas
belong to all mankind,

for we were his life.

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

not for his family.

But as Tulio dedicated himself,

so we shall pledge
ourselves to his memory,

all 400,000 of us.

NARRATOR: They gave
Tulio Renata a martyr's funeral,

one of the biggest ever
held in New York City.

Every shop closed in
the Garment District.

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

to honour his memory,

and protest against his murder.

This was the final tribute.

(HORN HONKING)

Theresa, where are you going?

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

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

How much more can they do?

Beside giving me a job,

wanting to take care of
my baby in the nursery,

begging me to live
here for nothing?

Then why move?

Because I just can't
stay in that apartment.

Everything I touch,
everything I see...

Like Tulio's still there.

What's the use?

Driver!

(BABY CRYING)

(CHATTERING)

Will you please
bring my things up?

- What floor, lady?
- Fourth.

Never mind moving anything,
and leave your meter running.

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

But this is no place for you.

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

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

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

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

It's full of memories for her.

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

THERESA: Mamma.

Mamma, this is Alan Mitchell.

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

Oh.

Would you like to come in?

(KNOCKING)

Theresa! I gotta tell you.

Tell me what?

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

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

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

Live with it?

What are you talking about?

Mamma.

I didn't...

try to save Tulio, like I said.

- You didn't?
- No.

I lied.

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

I just...

lay there after they hit me.

And the others?

They lied, too.

They were the ones
that held him while...

Alfredi, Latzo, his friends?

And you?

Is a man free to
do what he wants?

I got a kid, too, you know.

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

After?

After what? What?

After they ran away,
and they left me.

You were there
all alone with him.

You could have saved him.

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

I was afraid.

You...

You let him die!

- Assassino! Assassino!
- ALAN: Theresa! Theresa!

Afraid of what? What?

- Stop it! Theresa!
- Disgraziato! Assassino!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The grand jury today
failed to return an indictment

for the murder of Tulio Renata

on the grounds of
insufficient evidence.

George Kovan, ILG picket,

who'd reversed his
earlier testimony,

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

(SWITCHING OFF)

I hope that ends it.

Now, if there were only
some word from Alan.

All this time, without
even a phone call.

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

Does he think all
this is my doing?

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

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

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

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

ALAN: I only came
to ask you one thing.

The district attorney
needs evidence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There's no proof.

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

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

I pleaded with them
to leave me alone.

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

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

Are you saying I condone murder?

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

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

(HARD SLAP)

Walter, please!

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

He's your father. He needs you.

(WHIRRING)

ALAN: Tony.

Oh, good morning, Alan.

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

Who told you to? Not my father?

Well, the boss is not here. I
got a word from Mr Ravidge.

Ravidge.

Get outta here,
the three of you!

What's the idea?

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

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

Now, wait a minute.
Wait a minute!

All right, out. Come on.

- WORKERS: Yeah, about time.
- Yeah.

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

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

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

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

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

Roxton Fashions.

And when Artie
Ravidge gives a promise,

you can make book on it.

You'll work in Roxton Fashions.

(BUZZER)

- Yeah?
- RECEPTIONIST: Mr Mitchell is here.

Right in.

Wait outside.

Come in and close
the door, Walter.

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

That's right.

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

and they got kicked out.

You put 'em to work in my place?

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

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

which they did. The
union tore up their cards.

Then Kovan told the truth.

You lied to me.

Walter, listen to me.

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

"Bring all the shops
in," they holler.

There was only one
way to stop that organiser.

Murder?

Muscle is muscle.

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

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

and you never asked me how.

All you did was
grab the benefits.

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

And Kenner?

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

What'd happen to
me if you caught it?

And now, I got a
more delicate situation.

Your son.

It was him kicked them out.

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

Out they went.

And out they stay.

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

it's the basis of existence.

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

You think you can fire my son?

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

Artie, we're through.

It's still my business.

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

How? You got proof?

Walter,

in case you wanna play games,

remember how I play.

The door.

- Good night, Mr Mitchell.
- Good night.

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

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

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

- Thank you. Good night.
- Good night.

Good night.

So you fired those three
hoodlums this morning.

I heard about it.

Well, Ravidge
just went with 'em.

You broke with him?

Now it's just the two of us.

Will he let you go?

Leave him to me.

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

When I first started,
it was nominal.

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

Oh, yeah, that's extortion.

And I was a party to it.

I'll take my chances
with the law.

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

Dad, I...

To Mitchell and Son.

Mitchell and Son.

We'll start again.

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

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

So can we, the two of us.

The two of us.

We'll click.

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

Here's where the business
really starts to grow.

It's big enough now.

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

Why keep knocking yourself out?

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

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

I could never see it before,

how you were always burying
yourself in the business.

I had to.

I wanted the best for you.

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

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

You can't help it,

or even see it.

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

Well, things are
gonna be different now.

That's all I ever wanted.

To have a father.

Just give me a chance.

Boss, we gotta go
over the samples.

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

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

Mr Mitchell, are you okay?

(MITCHELL CHUCKLING)

Good night, Tony.

Good night, Mr Mitchell.

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

Well...

I'll be busy for a while.

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

Could I ask Theresa
to come along?

Mrs Renata.

Yes, I'd like that.

I'd like that.

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

Miss Hackett, please.

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

- Who is it?
- Mr Mitchell.

Thank you.

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

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

Walter, are you all right?

Never felt better,

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

Walter, what...
what brought this on?

Well, this is a day full
of wonderful surprises.

More surprises? I
don't need any more.

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

Alan will pick you
up at your apartment.

Goodbye, darling.

Goodbye, Walter.

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

Theresa? This is Alan.

(GUNSHOT)

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

NEWSREADER: And here
is a surprise development

in the alleged slaying
of Walter Mitchell.

The slain man's son has promised

that evidence will
soon be forthcoming

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

(SOFT ORGAN MUSIC PLAYING)

If I'd stayed away,

hadn't come back,

this never would have happened.

Don't blame yourself.

There's only one
man responsible.

My father told me he
had certain records.

If I could only find them.

I have them.

I'll get them to you.

You can turn them over
to the district attorney.

Could I take you...

I'd like to stay
here for a while.

I'll take Theresa home.

Wait there.

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

Maria!

Maria! Mamma, dov'è la bambina?

Maria!

My baby! Maria! Maria!

Maria! Mamma!

Mamma! Mamma, Maria!

Mamma!

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

(BABY CRYING)

Maria!

There's a phone at the corner.

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

(PHONE RINGING)

- Hello.
- MAN: Miss Hackett?

Yes.

Keep out of the
Mitchell business,

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

Remember, we know
every move you make.

(LINE GOING DEAD)

- What time is it?
- After four.

What do you think
happened to Lee?

Get some rest. I'll watch.

Come on. Please.

- Who is it?
- Milkman.

We don't want any milk.

I've gotta get these
to the district attorney.

They'll never let you get by.

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

No! If they find out what
you're carrying, they'll kill you.

I've had enough
heroes in my life.

Then there's only one way left.

To try to get to that phone.

Put those away.

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

Be careful.

(CAR STOPPING)

- Mr Ravidge would like to see you.
- What for?

Never mind,
buster. Get in there.

Don't let her out of your sight.

Right.

- No!
- Out of my way.

Inside.

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

Now, Junior...

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

That's right.

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

Sunday morning in
the Garment District,

every building quiet
like a cemetery.

If anything happens, nobody
hears, so pay attention.

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

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

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

You run the
business like I tell you.

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

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

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

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

You'll talk yourself
right into the grave.

I'm going to finish
what my father started.

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

you'd have handed it
to the police already.

You don't have a chance,
Mr Ravidge. What I've got...

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

Books?

A record of all you
took from my father.

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

When the police open
the rest of the sewer,

and your hoods start to talk,

you're on your way
to the electric chair.

Where are they?

You will tell me, Junior.

- Not a chance.
- Oh, yes,

you'll tell me.

Where are they?

Well?

You go to hell.

Tell me!

Never.

Get up!

Well, Junior, you had enough?

Too bad that's all he can get.

- Well, shall we go?
- Yes.

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

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

I've already got
a table for three.

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

But you gotta okay the new line.

- Can't it wait?
- Wait?

With the whole shop sittin'?

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

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

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

Not even time for lunch.

Just because you
run a union shop, boss,

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

They get an hour
for lunch, not you.

Well, that's the
garment business.

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

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