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When I was young, I thought
house painters painted houses.

What did I know?

I was a working guy.

A business agent for Teamster Local 107
out of South Philly.

One of a thousand working stiffs...

until I wasn't no more.

And then...

I started painting houses...

myself.

In this particular matter, the whole
thing was built around the wedding.

Bill Bufalino's daughter
was getting married in Detroit.

Bill was a Teamster lawyer,
but more important,

he was Russell Bufalino's cousin.

Russell didn't want to fly,

so I was gonna drive him
to the wedding.

He wanted to take care of
some business along the way,

which in Russell's case
meant only one thing:

Money... collecting it.

So, we'd drive.

Him and his wife Carrie
and me and my wife Irene.

I call her Reenie.

I figured we would take 476
out of Philly,

then up to Pittston

and pick up Russ which is what we did,

and then Interstate 80 West...

through Pennsylvania,
and then across Ohio to Toledo,

and then we would go 75 North to Detroit.

It would take about three days with all
the business breaks and cigarette stops.

Russell didn't allow nobody
to smoke in the car.

He says Jimmy Blue Eyes and Meyer Lansky

convinced him to stop smoking when
they were kicked out

of their casinos in Cuba
and getting shot at by Castro.

I don't know. Maybe it was:

"Please-God-if-I-ever-
get-out-of-this-fucking-thing-alive-

-I'll-never-smoke-again."

But I do know that,

from Castro on, Russ wouldn't allow nobody
to smoke in his car, not even Carrie.

Can we stop soon?

We're only in the car two minutes, honey.

We're not even near the highway.

I know.
But you don't like to stop on the highway.

It's not that so much. They don't let you
stop on the highway.

Okay, so then we'll smoke in the car.

What about my cataracts?

I'll crack the window.

Carrie,

I made a vow. Remember?

Remember I made a vow, Carrie?

Yeah, now I can't smoke.

All right, and now I can't smoke.

See where we are?

Is that?

What are those odds?

What's the problem, kid?

I don't... I don't know. It sounds funny.
It stops, it starts, it loses power.

Let me see if I can give you a hand.

Check all these plugs.

Spark plugs are okay.

The distributor cap's okay.

It's gotta be something with with this.

Timing chain.

This is what this is. There's a cap on it.

This cap is loose.
It ain't supposed to be loose.

So that means they're getting worn out.

Try that now. Tighten It up.

All right?

I can drive 'em. I can't fix 'em.

You're back in business, kid.

I owe you anything?

No, you don't owe me anything.
It's all right.

-Frank.
-Hey, Frank. How ya doing?

What's your name?

Where you from?

-Philly.
-Oh, you're from Philly.

Where you hang out there?

Callahan's.

Bocce Club. It's a bar not a bocce club.

Oh, yeah. You play bocce?

Nah.

All right, Frankie, get that fixed.

-Because it'll go again on you.
-Thank you.

-I will. Thanks again.
-Good luck, buddy.

I thought maybe he owned

the gas station.

He owned something, you could tell.

Yeah, it turns out
he owned the whole road.

This one?

Drink up, fellas.

God bless.

Let's go. Let's make some money.

It's a bar.

Say hello to your wife.

I got a way
we can push those hindquarters.

There's a guy in here, he'll pay
a lot of money for them.

Let's shoot this first.

At the other end of the bar
at twelve o'clock.

He's got a rescinding hairline.

You'll make a lot of money with him.

Skinny Razor. He owns the place.

Razor?

He shylocks and runs a book
out of the joint.

He's got good connections.

Razor's his name?

He used to work at a butcher shop.

My friend Frank Irish is here.
The one I told you about.

-The truck.
-Yeah, hindquarters.

Frank Sheeran.

You like steak?

I do.

I deliver steak.

Do ya?

Good steak.

I could deliver you steak.

-Could ya?
-I could.

Good price, too. The best.

-We'll talk later.
-Okay.

Thanks, Skinny.

It's freezing out there.

I don't mind it.

I hate it.

When you go outside...

put the seal on.

-All right. I gotta go out anyway.
-I owe you one.

There you go, Frank.

-See you next time.
-Thanks, Tony.

Much better, Frank.

I don't go near Choice.
I only do Prime.

Can I get more next Tuesday?

How many you want?

At least five.

Five you got.

What the fuck is this?

Tony, I don't...

-What the fuck is this, Frank?
-I don't know.

I don't load the truck.

The loaders are supposed to load it.
Maybe they didn't do their work.

You didn't realize you were driving
a light horse?

It felt fine.

Come on, Frank. Come on.

I'm telling you. I... I...

God's truth. I just don't know what
happened. Maybe some...

-It's empty.
-I know it is.

I know it is.

What are you looking at? Go back to work.

All of youse!

What can I tell the boss?

Just don't look at me 'cause I...

Who else can I look at?

It's not gonna be on me, Frank.

I just drive the truck.

Frank Sheeran. Did I say that right?

Under the contract, thanks to Jimmy Hoffa,

a driver can only be fired
on very specific charges.

-Were you ever late?
-No.

-Do you have any moving violations?
-No.

-Do you drink on the job?
-No.

Ever hit anybody?

On the job?

Stealing, is that grounds?

Can they prove it?

I don't think so.

Then there's nothing to worry about.

If they can prove it,

they're just gonna
want names. Accomplices.

You give them some names, you go home.

Keep your job.

How about that?

Would you give them names?

No names.

I don't care if you did it or not.
That makes no difference to me.

I'm here to defend you. Right?

So you want to know if I did it or not?

I'm gonna defend you either way.

I work hard for them when I'm...
I ain't stealing from 'em.

Your Honor, if this was about

right or wrong, the company would have
sought Mr. Sheeran's dismissal.

They didn't.

They accused Mr. Sheeran because
they hoped he could name conspirators

which he couldn't do
because they don't exist.

They don't exist
because he didn't steal anything.

He didn't steal anything
because he's an exemplary employee,

who, in eight years, has never taken
a day of sick leave.

The only rule he ever broke
is his own union's,

by helping others carry sides of beef
from his truck

to their refrigerators
in the dead of winter.

All rise.

Court is in session.

I'm dismissing this case with a warning.

Yes, Your Honor.

No, not you, Mr. Sheeran.

You bring another working man
before this court

with threats instead of evidence,
believe me, you'll be sorry.

If I owned stock in this company,
I would sell it.

I don't know how he did it

and I ain't gonna ask. All I know is

that Bill Bufalino got me out of a case

I should never have gotten away with.

I should've been down for the count.

They're gonna appreciate
what you did today.

They got families, they got kids.

They need those jobs.

Instead, we went out celebrating...

and I met what was gonna turn out to be
the rest of my life.

I thought that was you walking in outside.

Can I introduce you to this new guy Frank?

Frank, I want you to meet
my cousin Russell Bufalino.

You helped me with my truck
a few months ago.

Oh, yeah, yeah, that's right.
The timing chain.

Did you get it fixed?

I fixed it the next day.

-Thanks again.
-You're welcome.

I'm glad you fixed it.

There's a lot of tough guys
around here. Did he tell ya?

-You're not afraid of tough guys, are ya?
-No.

I didn't think so. I'll see you around.

Your cousin saved my ass.

I could've lost the whole load.

Yeah. Well, he knows
everything about trucks.

He worked at Canada Dry for a long time.

Vito, how are you?

Let's take the booth. Come on.

I didn't know
who Russell Bufalino was back then,

but I'd seen enough pictures and stories
in the newspapers

to know he was eatin' with Angelo Bruno.

Bruno, he... he was just made the new boss
of Philadelphia.

He took care of everything
from Philadelphia to Atlantic City.

That I knew.

And that was all I had to know,

to know that Russell Bufalino was no truck
mechanic from Canada Dry.

This bread is very good.

Good, eh?

Where did an Irisher like you
learn to speak Italian?

In Italy - the war.

Where?

Salerno.

Anzio.

Sicily...

around Catania.

Catania? I'm from Catania.

Yeah? I thought you had
an accent like Catania.

How long were you in the war?

Four years.

411 days in combat...

...122 at Anzio.

Forty-fifth Infantry.

Were you afraid of dying?

Always afraid.

And don't let anybody tell you

that they weren't afraid.
That's a lot of bullshit.

Everybody's afraid.

And you pray a lot.

I prayed a lot.

I prayed I'd never sin again
if I could just get out of here.

But then the fighting starts,

and then you forget about everything.

You're just trying to survive, stay alive.

Once I saw

that I was getting through the war,

I looked around me, and I said:

"From now on, whatever happens, happens."

Fuck it.

You know, you follow orders.

They tell you to bring some
prisoners into... into the woods.

They don't say what to do,

they just say, "Hurry up."

It's crazy, but I never understood
how they would just keep digging...

their own graves.

Stop!

Maybe they thought
if they did a good job,

the guy with the gun...

would change his mind.

Russell, he... he took a shine to me
right away.

After a while,

he started giving me

little things to do.

But then Angelo, himself, started
giving me little things to do, too.

Russ's wife Carrie, her family

goes all the way back, way, way back

to the same town in Sicily
as the Bufalinos.

They talked about it all the time.

She came from Mob royalty,
if you want to call it that.

The Sciandras.

To them, it was like they came over
on the... the Italian Mayflower.

Why don't you go upstairs, wash up.

Give me those clothes.
I'll get rid of them.

Don't forget your shoes, Russell.

Hey, Frank,

can we stop soon?

Yeah, yeah, well,
ask your husband. Russell?

He's out cold.

-I got it, Frank.
-Sure?

Where are we?

Near Lewisburg.

Let me know when we get there.
I got some stops to make.

Russell had a piece of everything.

He had this store in Pittston called
Penn Drape and Curtains.

And he ran everything out of there.

Who knew what it all was?

I'm sure the man had partners.
They always have partners.

Nobody keeps all the money.

But everybody listened to Russ.
That I can tell you.

You wanted to bribe a judge,
you asked Russell.

You didn't know how much to bribe him,
Russell was gonna tell you.

All right, I'll tell him.
I'll be right there.

Don't worry, I'll take care of it.

You want to promote one of your guys,

Russ would tell you
you could or you could not.

Do me a favor.

Go with Steve down to his place.
Take Vito with you.

These guys keep coming around,
so straighten them out.

I'll take care of it, Russ.

Where's... Oh, here you are.

You want to make somebody disappear,
you got to get Russell's permission.

No two ways about it.

-I wasn't worried.
-I didn't think so.

-Tell your father I said "Hi".
-I'll tell him. Thanks.

What are you doing here?
You gotta go with Bruno.

I'm on my way.

And when you did something for Russ,
you did it yourself.

Like Russ used to say...

When I ask somebody to take care of
something for me,

I expect them to
take care of it themselves.

I don't need two roads coming back to me.

When Anastasia got killed
in the barbershop,

they brought Russell in
to calm things down,

so that everybody wasn't going
around killing everybody

and it could all get straightened out.

We know what happened.

We can't change it. It is what it is.

Please, tell my friend I'm happy to help.

You'd never know it
by looking at this guy,

but all roads led back to Russ.

Where's the money?

-He don't have it.
-He don't have it?

-He said something about his mother--
-Don't tell me.

Let me guess.

His mother died,
and the funeral set him back.

Yeah. Exactly. Exactly.

Fucking mother's...

fucking dying over and over
for ten years.

What do I do?

Don't leave.

Here.

Just show it to him. Don't use it.

Hey. Look.

Hey, Frank.

Skinny wants to see you. Get in the car.

-I was just gonna go see him.
-Get in the fucking car.

-I was just gonna go see him!
-Get in the car!

Don't get cute with me. That bullshit
about your mother. Get in the car!

-I swear I was just gonna--
-Get in the fucking car!

You want to get cute with me?

All that bullshit about your mother
and sick and all that and dying.

-I was just gonna go see him.
-You're gonna see him now.

I swear,
I was gonna come see you tomorrow.

Tomorrow. I swear to God.

Tomorrow. Here.

-What time?
-One o'clock. I'll be here at one.

What, are you sleeping in?

You tell me.

Ten o'clock. Here.

Tomorrow.

Swear on your mother.

Swear on your mother!

Swear on your mother!

I swear on my mother!

-What time tomorrow?
-I'll be here at ten o'clock.

Tomorrow. Here.

I'll bring the money tomorrow. All of it.

I swear to God. How do I get home?

Take the fucking bus!

Let his mother pick him up.

What's the matter with her?

Nothing. She knocked something over
at the grocery store and made a mess,

-and the grocer yelled at her.
-He yelled at her?

He shoved her.

He shoved her?

Did he shove you?

Who was this? The guy
at the grocery store on the corner? Joe?

Did he?

Honey, did he shove you?

Just answer me. Did he push you?
Did he shove you? Did he do that?

Let's go.

Frank, he didn't mean it.
It just happened.

He didn't mean it? He touched her.

He has no right to push her. Touch her.

Not even put one pinky on her.

That's him, right?

Stay here. Stay here.

Frank, I'm sorry, but your kid
was out of line.

I only did what you should.

God, I'm sorry.

No. Please. No, no, Frank.

No, no, Frank! No!

-Take that, you motherfucker!
-No! Come on!

My fucking hand. My fucking hand!

Russell and Carrie baptized
our new daughter Dolores.

It was a wonderful occasion,
and we were honored.

Everybody showed up.

The only thing is, you got more kids,
you gotta earn more money.

You wanna make a quick ten grand?

Whispers DiTullio. Not the Whispers

they blew up in that car
around the same time.

This was the good Whispers
who knew how to make money.

I got this place I front money to.
It's a really good business.

It's a laundry.

They collect the linen, towels,

sheets from the hotels and restaurants

in Atlantic City. They wash and iron it.

Normally, it's like a license to print
fucking money.

Until recently.

A company that opened in Delaware
is trying to put us out of business.

They're cutting their prices.
They're scaring our drivers.

They're trying to take our customers
from us.

To tell you the truth,
I'm a little concerned.

Whenever anybody says they're a little
concerned, they're very concerned.

As a matter of fact,
I'm really more than a little concerned.

And when they say they're more than
a little concerned, they're desperate.

I want this fucking place bombed, burnt,
torched, whatever you have to do.

You were in the war. You know what to do.

Leave that fucking place
like you left Berlin.

Burnt to the fucking ground. I want them
out of fucking business.

Who... who are they?

It's the Cadillac Linen Service
in Delaware.

It's run by a bunch of Jews.

Let them collect their insurance,

I'm sure they have plenty,

and leave this fucking other place alone,

the one I'm involved in.

-This ain't ten grand.
-It's two grand.

When you put these Jew washerwomen
out of business, you get the rest.

I'm a little short of the money
right now,

and I don't want to go to Skinny
and have to pay a big vig.

I'm getting the money somewhere else.

Nobody has to know.

Especially not Skinny because
I'm not getting the money from him.

I see you look a little hesitant.
I know what you can do.

If I stiff you on the money,
you'll do something terrible to me.

I do not want that.

I hit the number.

It's about 1,500.

I'll see you in a few hours.

Hey, Frank.

Angelo wants to see you.

-Now?
-Yeah, now is good.

What's it about?

I don't know. Come on. I'll drive you.

Sit down, Frank.

What're you doing in Delaware?

Bombing out a laundry place.

I was just doing a job to make some
extra money.

Putting this place out of action.

Putting this... Putting this place
out of commission.

For who?

Now is not the time to not say.

Whispers.

The other Whispers.

You know who owns
the Cadillac Linen Service?

-Some Jews in the laundry business.
-They own a part of it.

You know who else has an interest in it?

-No.
-I do.

Who?

I do. I own the other part.

Not I know somebody who owns
the other part.

Angelo, I didn't know
you had any part of it.

I would never have done what I did
if I knew you were involved.

I would never do that against you.

Whispers didn't say it was the Jew Mob?

He said Jew washerwomen.

Jew washerwomen.

What else he say?

I bet he said keep it to yourself.

Don't say nothing to nobody Downtown.

He did.

I didn't check.

I'm sorry. I should've checked.

-Can I give him his money back?
-He won't need it.

You can keep it.

I don't want no trouble. I'll just give it
back to him and I'm okay.

He won't need it.

Okay. Thanks.

Thank Russell.

I would have let the Jew Mob have you.

You got a good friend here.

You don't know how good
a friend you got.

I... I know.

No, you don't know.

Wait by the bar.

In a case like this, the best thing to do
is you use something brand new.

Right out of the box.

Otherwise, you don't know where it's been
or who's used it.

What crime it was connected to.

That's suicide.

So, I recommend something new,
straight out of the... the box.

Stone cold. Clean.

There you are. I didn't know which way
you were coming from. I didn't--

The next thing you do

is throw the thing away. Get rid of it.

Everybody uses a spot in
the Schuylkill River.

If they send divers down there,
they'd be able to arm a small country.

For me, everything changed after Whispers.

It was like the army.

You followed orders.

You did the right thing.

You got rewarded.

And when I handled things for Russell,
it was never for money,

but as a show of respect.

You ran an errand,

you did a favor, you got a favor back
if you ever needed it.

And you always hurried back.

Thank you, Vito.

Hi, Frank.

What can I get for you?

I'm just gonna get the wine now.

Just call me if you need anything.

I will.

-Help yourself, Frank.
-Thanks.

Things change.

-She's... she's the new one, right?
-Yeah.

She's a nice kid. Nice kid.

No time is a... is a good time
to leave your wife,

but that's when I left mine.

Hey, Ira, what's going on?

-Any problems?
-No. Everything's good.

Pull over after this Caddy.

He's expecting you.

Phil, you have a nice shop here.

People like to come to this store.

But your kid is a real sfigato.

Understand? He's a pain in the ass.

He's a wild kid. You gotta control him.
If you don't,

nobody's gonna want to shop here anymore.

If it's not good for you,
it's not good for me.

You understand what I'm saying.

I apologize, Russell.

That's from you and Frank, and this one
from you and me.

What about a baby spoon?

-What'll she do with a baby spoon?
-Have a baby.

They're not married yet.

I give you my word.

All right. Your word's good, Phil.

Let's go, girls.

We're done.

What are you doing?

When the hell are you gonna wise up?

There we go. That's my girl.

Hey, Peggy.

Come here.

I don't know.

I get the feeling she don't like me.
Like she's afraid of me.

That's the way she is.

She's afraid of me at times, too.
She's a sensitive kid.

I understand if she's afraid of me,
but she shouldn't be scared of you.

And then she hears about me
in the papers sometimes.

You gotta be close to your kids.

I am.

You're blessed to have them.

Carrie and I can't have kids.

But you're blessed. You're blessed.

Call her. Tell her to come over.

Sweetheart. Peggy. Come here.

-Come here.
-Come over by Uncle Russ.

-How are you?
-Okay.

Do you know why God made the sky
so high?

So little birdies don't bunk their head
on it when they're flying around.

Isn't that cute?

A little joke.

Isn't that funny?

You want some candy?

No, you guys don't want any candy.

There's nothing I can do for you?

If there is, let Uncle Russell know.

Okay.

Go back. Have some fun.

You see what I mean?

See that feeling I get?

She's just shy.
She... she don't mean nothing.

Sometimes, when the parents get divorced,
the kids get all confused,

and they get resentful, and they don't
know who to take it out on

or which side, or...

No, you're right.

I'm lucky because Reenie and
Mary get along like gangbusters,

so the kids go back and forth
with no problem.

Keep your family close.
Keep an eye on that.

I mean, I'm... I'm just lucky.

How's it going with the union?

-The union's the best in the world.
-You like it, huh?

I wish I had something more steady, but...

How about organizing?

I would like to do that. But...

there's a long line.

A long waiting list, if you will.

Well, a friend of ours
is having a little trouble.

Friend at the top.

Who's that?

The top.

Hoffa?

Yeah.

I heard the other day that some guys
tried to pipe him because of

a workman's comp case.

Yeah, I heard he
beat the shit out of them.

How long can he keep doing that?

He needs somebody he can trust around him.

Somebody to be with him all the time.

I'll put McGee on the phone.

Hello.

Hiya, my friend. How are you?

I got that kid
I was talking to you about here.

I'm gonna put him on the phone,
let you talk to him.

Hello.

Is that Frank?

Hiya, Frank. This is Jimmy Hoffa.

-Glad to meet you.
-Glad to meet you, too,

even if it's over the phone.

I heard you paint houses.

Yes. Yes, sir, I... I do. I do.

And I...

I also do my own carpentry.

Glad to hear that.

I hear you're a brother of mine.

Yes, sir. Local 107. Since 1947.

Our friend speaks very highly of you.

Thank you.

He's not an easy man to please.

I do my best.

Well, there's a situation...

Nowadays, young people,
they don't know

who Jimmy Hoffa was.

They don't have a clue.

Maybe they know that he disappeared
or something, but that's about it.

But back then, there wasn't nobody

in this country who didn't know
who Jimmy Hoffa was.

God bless, Jimmy. You're a real gentleman.

In the '50s, he was as big as Elvis.

In the '60s, he was like the Beatles.

Next to the President, he was the most
powerful man in the country. Bar none.

If you got it,

a truck brought it to you.

If you got

your food, your clothing,

your medicine, fuel for your homes,

fuel for your industries,

a truck brought it to them.

The day our trucks stop,

America stops!

There's a situation going on now, Frank,
that needs to be attended to.

Big business and the government
are trying to tear the union apart.

They're trying to pull us down.

Big business is on the attack!

They're coming. They're coming hard
and they're coming fast.

Big business and the government

are trying to sow the seeds of dissent

among our ranks,

at a time when we need unity!

We need solidarity!

I want to write it in the sky.

Solidarity!

Solidarity!

Solidarity!

You wanna be a part of this fight?

Yes, I do, sir.

Would you like to be
a part of this history?

Yes, I would.

Whatever you need me to do, I'm available.

Can you come to Chicago tomorrow?

-I can, sir.
-See you then.

He likes to talk, don't he?

Thought I was talking to General Patton.

You know, Frank, the only reason why
you're here,

the Seafarers Union is signing up
the same non-union cab drivers

as we want to do.

Nobody knows who you are,

and nobody knows what the fuck
you're doing here. Okay?

You and I know why you're here.

We need to sign these drivers up
so Paul Hall doesn't get 'em

for his fucking union.

For some reason, most of these drivers
are fucking lesbians.

I have no reason why.

Paul Hall's running around saying that

he's getting a better contract
than our boy Jimmy.

He's a cocksucker.

Jimmy has Mayor fucking Daley
in his pocket.

The cops are okay with whatever we do.

They won't help us push these cars in,

but they won't let anybody
fucking stop us.

Come on, all you guys.

Let's get this fucking thing
in there. Watch yourself!

This is a lot of work.

-You ever think of using candy?
-What?

Candy.

What the fuck is candy?

-Hey, Lou, open the fucking gate.
-I got it. I got it.

Here, you take the gas.

One thing about Jimmy.

Don't ever make him wait.

If you have a meeting, get there
on time. Better, get there early.

I can't stress this enough.

His problem is that time is of essence.

That's the important thing.

One more thing. Jimmy doesn't drink.

The head of the largest fucking union
in the world don't drink.

The worst part about it is, he doesn't
allow anybody to drink around him.

Another thing about him.

Jimmy hates fucking watermelon.

But we're gonna like watermelon.

Jimmy, you should'a seen it,

sinking in the water.

One by one. I bet you
when they woke up

the next morning,
those fucking cab drivers

went to get their cabs,
they didn't know what the fuck hit 'em.

Great idea, Joey.

Great idea.

Well, it wasn't my idea.

My man Frank. It was his idea.

Let me tell you something.

Frank took over the pier.

Whatever he told them to do,
whatever he said, they did it.

I never seen a guy walk through a crowd
like he does.

He doesn't touch a fucking person!
Everybody gets out of the way.

I'm not kidding you. I swear.

Guys he never met in his life.
It was like...

like Moses. Remember Moses,

when he walked into the ocean, the sea,
whatever it was, and it opened up!

That's him. I'm telling you.
Jimmy, he's got it.

What do you think?

You need him a few days more?

We gotta clear up a few dribs and drabs.

You guys sure like watermelon.

Want a bite?

Not on your life.

You were there. You saw it firsthand.

Those guys ain't union.

They're like Nazi collaborators,
operating behind the lines.

-You know. You were in the war.
-I sure do.

In a war,

you go from point A to point B.

Sometimes...

you spill a little beer along the way.

That philosophy make sense to you?

Sure does.

Good.

Jimmy didn't make me stay in his suite
because he liked me.

He didn't want me
registering in my name at the hotel.

This way, there was no proof
I was even in Chicago.

Come on, Jimmy, you're way behind.

Nothing stops her.

After Chicago, Jimmy and I got close.
The wives hit it off.

And with Jimmy and Josephine's kids
grown up and out of the house,

they got a kick out of our kids, too.

Especially Peggy.

She and Jimmy
fell for each other right away.

You know what I like even better than
getting my picture took?

What?

Surprise!

To Peggy, Jimmy wasn't like Russ,
or Skinny or even me.

Sorry, everybody.
This is just for Peggy and I.

For one thing,
Jimmy didn't have a nickname

like the "Razor" or "The Hunchback"

or "The Weasel", or "Whispers".

So, what happened to "Thank you"?

And to her, he was helping people.

He was helping them make more money,
live better lives.

He wasn't stomping on somebody's hand.

"'If you have it,
a truck brought it to you."

This is what Mr. Hoffa says.

He's the president of the Teamsters Union
with over a million members.

They all support him
because they have steady jobs

big pay and a retirement pension.

The Teamster Pension Fund
had eight billion dollars in it.

Jimmy had complete control
over every bit of it.

Isn't this a beautiful presentation?

A bridge loan is really
all I'm asking, Jimmy.

I'm not gonna piss away my members'
pension dough on something too risky.

This is not a risk, Jimmy.

I got Minsky's Follies.

I got the first topless act on the Strip.

We're booming in there.
I can't get the drinks out...

Just asking for a golf course. You know
you never lost a dime with me.

We'd really appreciate whatever
you can do to help Jake along here.

One-five is all I need
for a completion bond.

Okay. Okay. Go to the bank.

It's gonna be a big success.
Thank you, Jimmy.

You're a prince. You're a mensch.

And, because of Mr. Hoffa,
workers have medical insurance

for when they get sick,

and know, when they retire,
they're not going to go hungry.

There was so much paperwork that Jimmy
used an insurance company

run by this kid, Allen Dorfman,
to work out the loans.

No, no, nothing for nothing.
Next time ask a little bit fucking nicer.

And? And? How'd it go?

It was a little touch and go for a bit.
But at the end, fine.

Russ would get Jimmy to give
guys like Gottlieb the loans

and you would get like 10% of that.

Or whatever. Maybe even more.

You tell Marteduzzo from me
that I appreciate it.

Everybody'll appreciate it.
It's a good thing.

You couldn't go to regular banks because
the money was for gambling.

God's truth, that's what it was.

You couldn't. So the Mob went to
the Teamsters for the money.

It was the Teamsters that stepped in

and lent the money that built Las Vegas.

Billy, don't touch this stuff.
Just go where you gotta go.

There was more business than anybody
could handle.

So Jimmy had to shove some of the deals
off on to his wife Jo,

who had no idea she had 22% of
a Florida land deal called "Sun Valley,"

some charter fishing boats,
and a ski lodge with its own mountain.

One of Jimmy's clients
was Sam "Momo" Giancana,

who was friends with the Kennedys
from back when Jack's father

made his fortune with the Italians

as a bootlegger during Prohibition.

Momo, Sinatra hung out together

with the Kennedys.

Momo and Kennedy, believe it or not,
even had the same girlfriend.

Together. At the same time.

Talk about crazy.

It was easy for the Mob to help
Joe Kennedy get his son elected president.

They just punched up the vote to make
sure that he won

in Illinois.

In exchange for that,

the new president was gonna get
Castro out of Cuba,

so our guys could get their casinos
and race tracks and shrimp boats

and everything else that they had
and owned down there in Havana back.

But that that didn't happen.

The Italians

wanted Kennedy the Irishman
for President,

and that's what they got.

Get used to it because we're gonna be
seeing it 24/7.

Son of a bitch!

Goddamn Kennedys.
I'm looking at the damn Kennedys.

The kids. Language.

What difference does it make?

They gotta learn sooner or later.
We're going to war with these people.

War!

I've said it a thousand times.

I don't care they're Irish.

I don't care they're Catholic.

If there's one person you can't trust
in this life,

it's millionaires' kids.

You're right, Jimmy.

Especially that little son of a bitch.

You don't remember doing any favors
for Johnny Dio

or you don't remember
the conversation?

I'm saying,
to the best of my recollection,

I must recall on my memory,

I cannot remember.

Then where did this $20,000 come from?

Individuals.

Which individuals, Mr. Hoffa?

Off hand, that particular amount of money
I borrowed...

I don't know at this particular moment.

But the record of my loans,
which I requested, I have...

and out of all the moneys I loaned

during this period of time
I went into these ventures.

Those goddamn Kennedys,

they get what they want!

Jimmy, the kids.

Him and all the bullshit problems
he put me through already.

I gotta go. You don't expect me
to look at this.

No, I don't.

For guys like Russ,

it couldn't have been better.

Russ did his part for getting
Kennedy elected,

that's for sure.

What are you doing?

I told you to put them on every pole.

So, what's the first thing

that Jack Kennedy does to thank
Chicago for all their help?

He puts his shitass brother in there,

that little prep school punk,
and he makes him Attorney General.

And what's the first thing Bobby does?
He goes after not just Jimmy,

which in a way you could understand.

Jimmy hated the Kennedys so much,

he gave Nixon $500,000 in Teamster cash.

But Bobby also goes after Giancana,
Marcello, Trafficante,

and all the other guys

who put his brother in the White House
in the first place.

What's that about?

Thank you.

Am I missing something?

That's gorgeous.

Wear it in the best of health.
We love you.

This one is for Peggy,

from Uncle Russell.
Merry Christmas, my love.

Oh, look at those.

So nice!

I heard you like to skate.

What do you say?

Thank you.

Now me and Uncle Russell can take
you ice skating.

I think Santa Claus left you a little
something extra in there, too.

What do you say to Uncle Russell?

What do you say?

It's all right.

She said thank you once. That's enough.

With Bobby as Attorney General,
they were all over us.

We couldn't talk on the phone because
we knew it was being bugged.

You couldn't do nothing.
You couldn't go nowhere.

You couldn't do anything. It was a bad,

bad, bad situation. And then...

Jimmy... Forget it.

Bobby, as Attorney General, has
the power to send anybody to jail.

And Jimmy was at the top
of Bobby's hit list.

He even set up

a "Get Hoffa Squad".

And he had his guys from the FBI,
the IRS working 'round the clock.

Their only job
was to put Jimmy Hoffa in jail.

That's all they did.

I am sitting in a room
full of fuckin' idiots.

You dumb motherfuckers!

You know what you did?

You take Johnny O'Rourke's kid...

and you put him on

as general organizer,

pay him thirty-six fucking grand,

at the same time...

you let him sell insurance
to his fucking father's...

to his fucking father's...

to his fucking father's locals!

Damn it!

How do you do that?

How stupid can you be?

That fucking cocksucker Kennedy

has got his nose up my ass
everywhere I go!

They're hounding me.
They're looking at everything I do.

And you let this happen in public!

You're giving it to him!

I'm going to jail. You understand?

I'm going to prison because of you,

you dumb motherfuckers.

What you wanted

was to put me in jail.
Tell me, so I can kill you.

Right here!

-Where're you going?
-I fucking quit, that's where I'm going.

Quitting? Why?

You gonna call me a motherfucker?

You can talk to them like that,
but not to me.

No! That didn't apply to you.

Then let me know it didn't apply to me.
I'm standing right there.

I didn't even see you standing there!

I was standing right there.
What are you talking about?

But it didn't apply to you!
What else can I say?

You got a problem, pull me aside.

Don't insult me and then say
it didn't apply to me.

But I didn't even see you there.

Come on, Frank, you know me better
than that. You know me better than that.

Please.

Come on. It's gonna be all right.
It's gonna be all right.

Why would I say that to you?

-You gotta control these people.
-I'm controlling everything. Don't worry.

Okay, guys, get out of here now.

I don't know how
Jimmy is running the fucking union.

Between Bobby and the FBI up his ass
all the time, he's going fucking crazy.

Tell Jimmy I'm sorry for his troubles.

The old-timers know the old man.
They'll talk to him and straighten it out.

But he can't understand,
and to be honest, I don't either,

how youse could help get the Kennedy
pricks elected in the first place.

It don't make no sense to him.

He doesn't have to understand everything.

You know what I'm saying.
Sometimes it's better.

When I see him like that, you know...

I'm tryin' to... I feel bad.
I wanna help him in some way.

He's too emotional.

Like some guy who's rushing all over
the place and misses the big picture.

Like Cuba.

Getting us back into casinos.

Getting us back into Havana.

Like getting rid
of that fucking Castro prick.

The old-timers spoke to the old man.

The old man talked to his son Jack,
and he told him...

don't forget who the fuck he owes.

He knows who the fuck he owes.

So, I want you...

to go down to a place
called Milestone Hauling.

There's a guy named Phil.

He's gonna give you a rig.

You drive the rig to Baltimore
to a concrete plant.

It's on Eastern Avenue.

It's the only one on the street.
You can't miss it.

A guy's gonna meet you there.

A fairy named Ferrie.

Pull it forward, then back it in.

You'll pick up some things.

He'll give you some paperwork
in case you get stopped.

You drive down to Florida.

A dog track outside Jacksonville.

You leave it there.

A guy with big ears named Hunt
will meet you there.

He's gonna give you a car
to drive back to Philly.

What are you looking at?

You looking at my ears?

Sorry?

My ears. Are you looking at my ears?

No.

I had an operation, so there's no need for
anyone looking at my ears anymore.

I ain't looking at your ears.

Get out of here. Go on.

...in the Bay of Pigs.
Nothing went as planned.

Paratroopers were unable

to blow up roadways along
the beach area. Castro raced

toward the scene.

The underground might have blown up
the roads, but it knew nothing.

Soon Castro had artillery firing

on the beachhead.
His planes destroyed invading ships

carrying a brigade of men
and vital ammunition.

The beachhead could not be enlarged,
and paratroopers

were fighting their way back
to the shore where the invaders

were pinned down. 1,500 men had been
dumped on the shore without air cover

or protective fire from ships.

Castro had to wait only until they ran out
of ammunition before mopping them up.

Later, Castro was to strut around
the invasion area with newsmen

and expound on the errors that had
been made. He had ample material.

The United States, already humiliated,

stood condemned
by most of the countries of the world.

Ah, shit!

Just as I predicted. They fuck up Cuba,

Boobie comes after me and the union.

He's looking for cheap publicity.
That's all it is. That's what he's doing.

It's gonna blow over.

How's it gonna blow over?

They'll never forget...

-that I gave money to Nixon!
-Calm down. Jimmy, please.

We're gonna handle this.

Some of the old-timers are gonna get to
old man Kennedy.

He's a little sick, but--

Sick?

He had a fucking stroke. That's not sick.

That's you're... you're close
to the grave.

He's become a fucking eggplant.

You can't blame anybody for that.

I'm not blaming anybody. But if I were,
it's the Kennedys.

His kids killed him. I'll tell you that.

He's not dead, but he's going. He's going.

They killed him.
They'd give anybody a heart attack.

Where are you going?

I'm going to work.

Go back to sleep.

All I can say, we will not stop.

We been doing that for fifty years!

What good does it do?

Let the lawyers drive a truck.

They need their pencils and papers
and their ink pads.

That's a whole other story.

But we're gonna get through this.

We're gonna get through this legal
bullshit garbage they're throwing at us.

We're gonna get through it because
"Boobie" Kennedy wants something

doesn't mean the rich boy
is gonna get it. You understand?

I don't care what he wants.
He's not gonna get it!

He's not gonna get it because...

we... are the biggest,

and best,

and most honest union

in this country!

Yes, I waited for that!

And you know the operative word
I'm talking about.

Solidarity.

And it works. It works for all of us.

And it works for our friend here
Frank Fitzsimmons!

Frank Fitzsimmons here,

my Executive Vice President.
If there's anyone

that can do this job, it's this man here.

And with him at my back,

where are we gonna go but up!

Is that right, Fitz?

All the way, Jimmy!

Hoffa! Hoffa! Hoffa!

A union man!

I felt they liked Fitz.
No two ways about it.

You... you gave Fitz some build up.
I hope he deserves it.

Why? What's wrong with Fitz?

I don't know. I don't want to
knock the guy, but...

Well, you're not knocking him.
Just tell me...

tell me what you feel.

He's a loyal guy, I'm sure.

He's a nice guy, but

he ain't that sharp. He ain't that smart.

He's also like a... He plays a lot of
fucking golf.

He plays golf?

That's what you want from a number two.

You don't want somebody too smart.

You want a nice guy. People like him.

Not dumb, but somebody

you can have walking behind you
without getting knifed.

-Well, I hope you're right.
-I'm always right.

I can sleep like a babe with Fitz.

It's the Little Guy I have to worry about.

You know what I'm saying.

The Little Guy.

That's my worry.

That son of a bitch.

What's the matter?

Nothing. Nothing. You're right.

I'm right. Yeah.

-You're not perplexed, are you?
-Not at all.

I... I told you how I felt about Fitz.
Pro. You know.

Good, because sometimes I feel

I'm the only one who sees
right through that cocksucker.

So let's raise a glass

To the greatest guy

560 is lucky enough to ever have

You're our boy

Tony Pro

We're all yours

The Little Guy was Tony Provenzano.

They called him Tony Pro.

He was a capo in a big Jersey crew and

the president of Local 560
in Union City, New Jersey.

Pro and Jimmy...

came up together
and they were close for a while.

You turl, you work,

while the corporation kings

and princes of industry,

with their vast expense accounts
and salary and luxurous yachts,

have dedicated themselves
to our destruction.

Down on them!

I didn't need nobody
to tell me about Tony Pro.

No, no. What did I need to know?
I knew enough.

This... this is a man
who had Sally Bugs strangle

Tony "Three Fingers" Castellito

just because Three Fingers
was coming up big in the union.

And it was his own guy, his own guy.

Tony Pro was so fucking worried that
this guy was gonna beat him out,

that after he had Sally Bugs
strangle the guy,

he had Sally stick him
in a fucking tree shredder.

That way there'd be no competition,
not even from the grave.

He's out of control.

What can you do with him?

He's got a hand in everybody's pocket.

Shaking down the trucking companies.

Threatening people.

You threaten people once in awhile,
I understand.

But all the time?

It's drawing attention to us.

Guys like that give the unions
a bad name.

Something's got to be done.

I mean it. Something's gotta be done.

Tony being Tony...

that ain't... that ain't easy.

I don't mean that.

Not... not that.

I'm just saying get working guys

who know the unions,
card-carrying Teamsters,

like you and me,

to start running,

take over some of the locals.

What do you think?

He ain't gonna like that.

Fuck him. Who the fuck is he?
He's a gangster.

I'm the president of the union.

All I need is some guys

who know their ways around.

Know how to handle themselves.
That's all.

That's why I want you to run
for president...

of Local 326.

You're like family to me, Frank. You know.

You, Irene,

the girls.

The lovely Peggy.

But that's not why I'm doing this.

I'm not giving you anything
you didn't earn,

you didn't deserve.

What do you think?

I... I don't know what to say, Jimmy.

Well, just say you'll do it.

That's all you got to say.

Plus, I can guarantee you're gonna win.

When you run for president...

of 326, you're gonna win.

I guarantee it.

Yeah, okay, I'll do it. Yeah.

You mean it, huh?

Yeah. I'm... I'm honored.

I love you. I just love you, you know.

I love you, man.

I can't tell ya.

Gee. This is so good, you know.

I feel like I can breathe again.

It's so funny.

Somehow, I...

I don't know.
I thought you would've said no.

I'm glad you said yes.

You never reveal how you feel.
It's hard to tell.

I'm honored, Jimmy.

I don't... I don't know what to say.

I'm honored.

Well, that's good.

That makes me feel good.

Oh, I can breathe.

That's so great.

What can I... I say?
I mean, I owe it all to Jimmy.

He took me out of a meat truck
and gave me my start.

He gave me my first charter.
He gave me my first union.

How are ya?

Frank Sheeran, the new president
of Union 326.

-I wanted to introduce myself.
-Nice to meet ya.

-What's your name?
-My name's Al.

Nice to meet ya, Al.

-A little something.
-No, no. Don't need it.

-Sure?
-Yeah.

Just came to introduce myself.
You need anything, get in touch with me.

You sure?

If they can prove

you stole from them
what they're gonna want are names.

Would you give up names
to keep from going to jail?

No.

You got nothing to worry about.
The lawyers will take care of it.

The Interstate 80 West through
the rest of Pennsylvania,

and then... then we'd go across Ohio
all the way to Toledo,

and then we'd go 75 North to Detroit.

And we'd still get there on time.

Your Honor, counsel advised my client

that it was legal for his wife to be
part owner of a trucking business.

Still, when the McClellan Committee
challenged its legality,

she withdrew
from the company immediately.

That should be the end of the matter.

There has not been one indictment served
against my client

in thirteen grand jury investigations.

Your Honor, this is an example of
a personal vendetta against my client,

against his family by a frustrated
Justice Department

and the Attorney General, Robert Kennedy.

He's got a gun!

Get that gun out of his hand!

That was not a real gun, was it?

How'd that gun get in?
How'd it get in here?

It wasn't my fault!

Oh, my Chuckie!

Hey, it's my son!

That's my kid. I raised this kid.

You see him? You see what he did?

I'll tell you this.

He shot at me,
and it was like a pellet or something.

I just felt an impact, like I was shot
not even with a BB gun.

Something even lighter.

But I charged him.

I charged him and so did Chuckie.
I taught him well.

You charge a guy,
always charge a guy with a gun.

With a knife, you run away.

Run away from a knife.
You charge with a gun,

with a knife you run.

Hey! I rhymed!

It sounds crazy, but a higher power
told me to shoot Jimmy Hoffa.

Come with me.

A lot of nuts in Nashville, Frank.

Come on down, Frank.

I got one of them with me now.

Get down here. Eddie Partin,
from Baton Rouge, is here with me.

I'll get right down.

Out of my way, boys.

Did Mr. Brennan first say, or do you
remember him first saying

something about,
"I had to change the deal.

I have to cut Hoffa in"?

Wasn't that the chronology
of the whole thing?

I don't know he changed the deal,

but it was my understanding
that Brennan

was speaking for himself.

That's an angry woman.

She was a teacher I think.

What we're looking at is this one.
This one is not approachable.

She'd be a tough nut to crack.

...will hail, stop, and search
all ships bound for Cuba.

If the ships' captains do not stop,
force will be used to stop them.

Did you make this statement
to the Grand Jury? I'll read it for you.

"Brennan came to me and said words
to the effect he's gonna go ahead..."

He's got a restaurant.

Any violations?

I'd rather stick with the women.

They're more approachable.

...in Cuba of operational
medium-range missiles.

If one of the missiles is launched,
it would probably carry a nuclear warhead.

It could hit any spot in the southeast
United States, south of Washington.

We would have no way of intercepting it
or issuing a warning about it.

This one's married to a State Trooper
named Plechette.

That's good.

We know anyone?

We got an ex-cop, in the Local.

That's good.

All our forces are on increased alert.

...said he's gonna go ahead
and set up a company to lease trucks.

But later, he phoned me and said, quote:

"I gotta change the deal
'cause I gotta cut Hoffa in on the deal."

Is that accurate, sir?

This one's another possibility.

She's seeing her boyfriend
while she's still married.

So, maybe we could grab her,

hold on to her.

But this guy,

the construction business.
He has some violations,

and there's a lien on his house.
His car

is unpaid.

That's good. Keep going.
Don't quit while you're ahead.

Thank you. See you, Big Eddie.

Do you swear to tell the truth,

the whole truth and nothing
but the truth, so help you God?

I do.

Mr. King,

you're a member of the International
Brotherhood of Teamsters, is that correct?

I respectfully decline

to answer that under the...

protection afforded me by the...

Fifth Amendment.

I just asked if you're a Teamster.

-I respectfully decline to answer.
-All right. Fine.

I'm gonna show you a photograph.

-I respectfully decline to answer...
-Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait.

...under the protection--

Look at the photograph, wait a smidge,
and then you can--

I want to avail myself...

of my right under the Constitution.

Jim, let him avail himself.

Okay.

That King's the best.

He's the best. He's a good guy.

He really stood up to that jerk.

He was great.

I love what he did.

They tried their best to get him.

-We need more like him.
-Oh, my God!

More details just arrived.

These details are not the same
as previously.

President Kennedy, shot

as his motorcade left downtown Dallas.

Mrs. Kennedy

grabbed Mr. Kennedy.
She called, "Oh, no!"

The motorcade sped on.

United Press says
President Kennedy's wounds

perhaps could be fatal.

Repeating. A bulletin from CBS News.

President Kennedy has been shot

by a would-be assassin in Dallas, Texas.

Stay tuned to CBS News
for further details.

It takes more than an instant
to make a real cup of coffee.

That's why Nescafe has come up
with a new kind of coffee.

It's more than an instant.
It's new minute-brew Nescafe

Anybody can make a...

The flash, apparently official,
President Kennedy died

at one p.m.

Central Standard Time,

two o'clock Eastern Standard Time,

some 38 minutes ago.

Vice President Johnson

has left the hospital

in Dallas, but we do not know...

to where he has proceeded.

He will be taking
the Oath of Office shortly,

and become the Thirty-Sixth President
of the United States.

Mr. Hoffa, will you be attending
the President's funeral?

-I wasn't invited.
-A million Americans will be there.

Well... I'll have to check my schedule.

If you did go, and asked to speak,
what would you say?

I'd say,

Bobby Kennedy is just another lawyer now.

Son of a bitch.

Good, Eric. Thank you very much.

Jimmy was right.

Almost.

That was the end of it with Bobby.

So much for him being Attorney General.
That was done.

Bobby's vendetta was over. With us.

Mr. Hoffa,

you stand here convicted of having
tampered with the soul of this nation.

But there was still that jury thing
in Nashville.

The soul of this nation...

lies in its sacred processes of justice.

Justice must be done.

And for your wicked attempts to
corrupt these processes...

justice will be done on you.

We got him now.

Ladies and gentlemen, we did it!

But... but Jimmy, he had it all set up.

Although you knew it was supposed to
look like Fitz

was the one in charge,

he gave Fitz his orders through
Bill Bufalino and Allen Dorfman,

who ran Jimmy's loans.

Things are good in here? Everything is--

Everything's terrible.

You don't sleep at night 'cause
you're afraid someone's gonna knife you.

You look okay.

Wh... where's Fitz? He's late.

We were gonna meet him in the front.

-Here he is here he is.
-Where the hell have you been?

What are you doing here?
Why did you come at all?

Are you aware you're late?
I want to know. You know you're late?

I'm sorry I'm late,
but we got a lot going on.

I don't wanna hear that. I wanna hear
something concrete, something straight on.

Just be a little more patient.

I'm inside here. I can't be too patient.

As much as Jimmy
was getting pissed off at Fitz,

everybody else liked him because

they could get anything out of him they
wanted which they couldn't with Jimmy.

That's what happens when you go away
to college.

How's that?

Jimmy's pissed off with Fitz.

Fitz is okay. We like Fitz.

But there's a problem.

Jimmy's got that ballbusting Dorfman
holding up loans

that Fitz already okayed.

I hate Dorfman.
He's such a pain in the ass, fucking Jew.

What do you want me to do?

No, not that. Not that.

What you gotta do,

put a firecracker up Dorfman's ass.

Fitz'll get the message.

He'll get the message.

You can't do it to Fitz.

That lush

will run to the Feds
and screw up everything.

But Dorfman...

You gotta do it to Dorfman.

Fitz.

Fitz got the message.

After that, anybody who wanted anything
from the pension fund, they got it.

The thing keeps comin' around.

What's goin' on?

Who let you in?

Mr. Provenzano,

I'm Agent DiGregorio of the FBI.
I have a warrant for your arrest.

-Can I finish my hand?
-No, sir. Please stand.

I had a bad fucking hand anyway.

I got nothing in my pocket.
I got fucking shorts on here.

Look at this penguin over there.

Hey, Tony, will you get my bags?

Yeah, I'll get 'em, Tony.

This is like watchin' TV.

They got Pro for extortion
and gave him seven years.

They sent him to Lewisburg prison.

So who does he end up with?

Jimmy.

Look at that.

A work of art.

Thank you, Pete.

I gotta talk to you about a problem
with my pension.

I know.

You know?

What do you know?

I know...

you got a million-two,

and... there's a problem with it.

So you'll look into it for me?

How am I going to look into it?

It is what it is.

Well, what is it?

You lost it.

You forfeited it when you came in here.
That's it.

So is yours forfeited too?

No.

Let me get this straight.
Yours is still there,

your million-five, whatever it is,
but mine's gone?

Yeah. Mine's still there.

But we're both in here.

We're both sitting here. That's right.

Only we're sitting here
for different things.

You're sitting here for extortion.

I'm sitting here for fraud.

So?

So, there's a difference.

What's the difference?

I didn't threaten anybody, you did.

-That makes no sense.
-It does.

It doesn't. I don't want a debate.

-Think about it.
-I'm thinking about it.

Don't fuck with me.

Just do something about it.

"Do something about it"?

-What am I gonna do?
-There's always something.

It's federal law.

-I don't care.
-You don't care?

You can still do something about it.

What can I do?

You can get my fucking money.

How?

-Some other way.
-What way?

The same way you got your money. .

Lower your fucking voice.

You telling me to lower my voice?

Cocksucker.

Don't call me a cocksucker.

Don't you fucking dare.

Look, you're here for fraud.

You stole money.

I stole money. 0kay, in a different way.

I want what I'm fucking owed.

You people. You people.

-What did you say?
-Oh, my God!

Come on, what I said.

What the fuck did I say?

"You people".
What does that mean, "You people"?

I'm done...

talking about this.

-You people?
-I'm done!

You're done?

I'll fucking kill you!

I'll fucking kill you. Motherfucker!

What the fuck, you...

Right then, you knew
it was all gonna fall apart.

I can't believe that crazy bastard thought
he could do that,

right there
in front of five thousand people,

and get away with it.

I can't believe it. That is not right.

That is not right.

That is a total piece of shit.

That's a piece of shit.

There's only one guy that would have
the balls, the nerve, the audacity

to do that.

He was known Downtown
as "Joey the Blond",

but everybody,
especially the newspapers,

called him "Crazy Joe".

...the truth, the whole truth and nothing
but the truth, so help you God?

I do.

Mr. Gallo, do you have
an opening statement?

Yeah.

This carpet would be great
for a crap game.

Russ was right.

Who the hell else runs around with
show business people,

getting his picture in the papers,
drawing attention to himself...

What is that?

Who does he think he is? Erroll Flynn?

He went against everything
and everybody. Just didn't give a shit.

And, growing up,
he kidnapped his own bosses.

I... I don't know how he got away
with that. You do that, you die.

That simple.

When he went to the can, he recruited
black guys instead of his own kind.

When he got out,
nobody knew what he was doing.

We didn't know what was going on.
Nobody did.

You don't like what he's doing?
Say something,

and see what happens.

Who does something like that?

I'll tell you. I'll tell you.

This disgraziato.

Him and Oswald. Two of a kind.

At least in Dallas, it was just Jackie,
not the kids.

Joey, your doctor called.
You died an hour ago.

You a Jewish fellow?

Would you like to be?

Don't worry about the operation.
We don't do that no more.

We freeze it.

You stand there and a Mexican broad
comes over with a wet rock.

It's okay to laugh.
I make fun of everybody.

God put us on this earth, to laugh.

I work everyone.

I make fun of blacks, of Jews.

I work Gypsies, Italians.

Well, not those Italians.

I got the money, Joey. Don't shoot.

You think he bought it?

I was told,
"Be very careful about what you say."

But all kidding aside,
happy birthday, Joey.

Hey, Russ.

What's that?

You believe in that bullshit?

Well, it's not that.

It's Italian.

Joey.

What did I say?

What did I say?

Now listen.

You can't say stuff like that here.

Why? Only Rickles can make jokes?

The man's a boss.

So I'm a boss.
We're all supposed to be brothers.

I know, but let's not have a beef.

-We're brothers, right?
-Right, brothers.

-We're brothers?
-You're brothers.

-We're brothers.
-I'm not arguing.

Everybody's a brother. You're a brother.
You're his brother.

I'm not, but you guys are.
That's why I would like you to...

All right.

-We're brothers?
-You're brothers.

It's my birthday.

Happy birthday.

Get the fuck out of here.

For something like this,
you're gonna need two guns.

The one you're gonna use and a backup.

You want something with more
stopping power than a .22.

You definitely don't want a silencer.

You want to make a lot of noise,
so the witnesses run away

and don't look at you.

But a .45 makes too much noise,
and a patrol car

can hear it a few blocks away.

Th... the cops call a .32 a woman's gun.

It's easier to handle and don't do
the damage a .38 does

but, you know, it does enough.

It would be late, so the tourists
from Idaho

would be in bed.

And being in Little Italy,

maybe he'd be more comfortable,
more relaxed.

It was his birthday,
so he'd be with his wife

and his kid which, in this case,

that's good because that's the point.

They should see what it's like.

He'd already been drinking,

which would have
slowed him down a lot.

His bodyguard would be with him,
and Joey himself could be carrying, too,

but the piece would be
in his wife's purse, probably.

You never got a lot of advance notice.

All you knew was your part of it.

John the Redhead knew only one thing:

he was gonna drop me off,

circle the block,

and pick me up.

You wanna take out the bodyguard first.

Not kill him.
Don't kill him, just disable him.

You got no argument with him, so,
not in the face or the chest.

Sometimes with something like this,

you might want to
go to the bathroom first,

to be sure nobody followed you in,

and to make sure nobody is in
the bathroom you have to worry about.

And you should go to the bathroom.
You don't want to be uncomfortable.

But I went before, and in a place this
small, you might as well just get to work.

We need more wine.

Hey, Tommy, some more wine.

Shit!

It happened in New York's Little Italy,

an area rumored to be neutral territory
among mobsters.

After the killing,

police found several guns and some
fingerprints which they were tracing.

Joseph "Crazy Joe" Gallo had come
to the seafood restaurant

to cap an evening of celebration with
his new bride

and his eleven-year-old daughter
by a previous marriage.

They were celebrating
Joe's 47th birthday.

They had been to a nightclub
early in the evening and were sitting

at a rear table, this group of six...

when a...

a man walked in

from the back door,
and he walked up to...

to the side of the table.
He fired three shots.

He hit Joe twice,

and he hit his bodyguard,

Pete the Greek, one time.

A total of fourteen shots were fired.

Peggy, come on.

It's quiet here on President Street,
Joey Gallo's turf.

In fact, it's too quiet.

Out here in Brooklyn,
Joey Gallo was a hero.

Speculation has it that his death
may start a gang war,

if it hasn't already begun.

-Take it easy, Jimmy.
-You too, Mikey.

Take good care, Jimmy.

If I don't see you again, hello.

Four years later,

and $500,000 under the table
to Nixon's re-election committee,

Jimmy finally got what he wanted.

Sorry, but I won't be back.

A Presidential pardon and his parole.

What are you gonna do now?

The first thing I'm gonna do is register

with the Federal Probation Office,

then I'm going down to Florida
with my wife to get some sun.

Any plans after that?

Yeah, take back control of my union.

How will you do that, Jimmy?

-How do you like Fitz running against you?
-I don't.

What was it like being locked up?

Wonderful. Had a great time.

The first thing I did

was pick us up some chili dogs
from Lum's.

Jimmy loved them
almost as much as ice cream.

A consultant to President Richard Nixon's
re-election campaign committee.

The secret is they steam them in beer.

It's the best hot dog in America.

McCord and his accomplices brought
listening devices

with them and had removed
two ceiling panels...

...while installing
eavesdropping equipment

at the Democratic National Committee.

Look at this. He's got the balls to run
for President of the Teamsters.

And Tony Pro giving him an award.

This fuck. Do you believe it?

Fitz is very popular with certain people.

Of course he's popular.

He loans money to every goombah who asks.

That's why Tony's behind him.
He's given Fitz all his votes.

You got great support
from most of the union.

All you need is Tony Pro's voters
in the Northeast to win.

You want one of these?

I just can't believe I gotta go
to Tony Pro to get votes.

What is that?

Tony has Fitz in his pocket.

Wiseguys don't run the union.

With Fitz they do.

Jimmy, once you're back as president,

you can do anything you want.

You can fire anybody.

You can even fire Tony Pro.

You could stand over him as he clears out
his desk.

You could strip-search the guy.

Make sure he doesn't walk off
with a paper clip.

See. Did you hear that?

Everybody thinks Jo's the nice one
and I'm the bad guy.

But it's opposite.

She's the killer, and I'm the sweetheart.

Now I have to make peace
with the cocksucker.

"Oh, I want to make up with you.

I need you to endorse me. Please, Tony."

I'm not gonna get through this.

You just gotta talk to him. Just...

-You gotta deal with it.
-Let the chips fall

-where they may.
-Oh, he is a cocksucker, though.

If I sat down with him
would you come along?

Of course.

How could I not go with you?

Fuck it. Let's go.

Jimmy, Jimmy. Give it a chance.
Give it a few more minutes.

This isn't right.

You don't do this.
You don't keep a man waiting.

I know. I know.

The only time you do

is when you want to say something.

When you want to say "Fuck you."

That's the only time.

Here they are.

Can you believe this weather, Frank?

It's 85 degrees outside.

Hey, Tony Jack.

People freezing to death in New York,
and look at us.

I don't know why we don't live here
year-round.

It's summer.

What?

It's summer.

People aren't freezing to death
in New York.

It's summer.

To me, it's always 8 degrees in New York.
I'm making a point.

You're making a point.

Making a point dressing like that?

You dress like that for a meeting?

This is how you dress in Florida?
In a suit?

For a meeting?

Anywhere. Florida, Timbuktu,
I dress in a suit. For a meetin'.

And you're late.

What?

You're late.

There was traffic.

Wasn't there traffic?

There was traffic.

What do you want from us?

It was bumper to fuckin' bumper.

It's bad, you know?

Traffic.

I never waited for anyone who was late...

more than ten minutes in my life.

Fifteen. Fifteen's right.

No, ten.

Ten's not enough.
You have to take traffic into account.

That's what I'm doing.
I'm taking traffic into account.

-That's why it's ten.
-I still say fifteen.

Ten.

Fine. We disagree on that.

How about twelve and a half minutes?

The middle. Right in the middle.
Beautiful.

More than ten,

you're saying something.

You saying something?

I'm here.

It says what it says.

There it is.

Where do we go from here?

Well, what can I do for you?

I want you.

I want you to endorse me...

for you know what.

Let's straighten
that other thing up first.

No. The other thing
is none of my business.

I can't do anything about your pension.

I can't. Not with Fitz in there.
Fitz is in there.

-You go to Fitz.
-I did.

I did. He said he'll take care of it,
no questions asked.

You wouldn't do that, but he will.

I meant the other thing.

What other thing?

You know.

I don't know.

Your apology.

My apology?

My apology for what?

For what you said when you were eating
your ice cream like some fucking king.

That was an ethnic slur. "You people".

Did you know what he said?

I heard you had an altercation in the can.

Yeah, "you people".

That's what you said. Right, Jim?

"You people". Am I beneath you?

Definitely.

Jimmy, come on.

"You people" got you where you are.

Don't tell me that.

That's your problem.

Your problem is you're a piece of shit.

Jimmy, come on.

Jesus, Jimmy, come on.

I asked for your endorsement.

I asked for your apology.

Who the fuck are you to apologize to?

Who the fuck are you?

I don't need this.

I need this? I need you?

You need me.

Come on. You're asking for something.

The guy gets me nervous.
He gets me upset.

Everybody's here.
Let's have the fucking meeting.

Let's talk. That's all.

He's here.

Same altercation youse had in the can?

Yeah, something like this.
We got to arm wrestling.

He lost.

I lost. You should see his ribs.

Why don't you just talk about
what you need to talk about.

What do you want me to do?

I said "you people".
You want me to apologize for it?

That's exactly what I want. An apology.

I'll apologize for it...

That's all I want.

...after you apologize

for being late...

you motherfucking wop cocksucker.

Jimmy, you're out of your fucking mind.

I'll apologize after I kidnap your
granddaughter, rip her guts out

and send them to you in an envelope!

Get him the fuck off! Come on!

-I'll fucking kill him!
-Come on, Tony!

You think Russ would...

would do something about this guy?

That's complicated.

Yeah. It's complicated.

I'd like to clip the motherfucker myself,
get the okay from them. But...

This guy's gotta go.

He's gotta go, Frank.

I won't get the okay to do that.

Frank, just talk to the guy.

Okay? Just talk to him.

The guys from Jersey called me about this
bullshit between these two guys.

I'm gonna tell you the same thing
I told them.

I don't approve of what Pro said
about Jimmy.

Who talks like that about
a person's grandchildren?

It's not fucking right.

But Pro isn't nobody.

Jimmy should know that.

Hey, I can't tell this guy
what he can and can't fucking say,

like he's a child.

Jimmy don't mean nothing.
He's just upset.

Russ, we all know he's a fucking hothead.

We all are sometimes.

But Jimmy says things he shouldn't say.

We all do that too.

Well, somebody should calm him down.

Yeah, well, that... I'm gonna... I'm gonna
calm him down. He's difficult, but...

Maybe this could help calm him down.

Tell him that I always liked him...

and won't stand in his way trying to
get his job back.

I will. I will tell him that, Tony. Yes.

That's not making me calm down.

Standing by me.

What the fuck does that mean?

Standing by me ain't the same thing
as doing something

about some out-of-control
fucking psycho!

The Little Guy ain't a nobody.
You gotta understand.

He's a cocksucker. Fitz is a cocksucker.

I'm gonna deal with
both these cocksuckers...

myself!

This used to be my office.

Look for Frank Fitzsimmons there.

You're not gonna find him.

That's because he travels
all over the country,

to every goddamn golf course,
because that's what he does.

He plays golf.

Who is he to run around with Nixon
and the Attorney General?

He does this and collects
a full-time salary while he's doing it.

Now how do you do that?

There's not enough hours in a day.

I was sent to prison for fraud.

This is fraud.

So what's Fitz's answer to Jimmy?

He sends a message to Jimmy's
old friend, Dave Johnson.

Now Dave Johnson, he ran Local 299.

This was the message.

So this is how

Fitz says
he wants my old pal Dave Johnson

to step down, so he can have his son

take over Local 299.

This is how I'm gonna say no to his son,

Little fucking Fitz.

She looked a lot like your mother.
About the same size.

Good-looking girl.
She was a good-looking girl.

But I had no idea that
it wasn't your mother. It was dark.

This is how Fitz says
he doesn't like who I say

runs the 299.

By firing my wife

from her forty-eight fucking thousand
dollar a year union job!

Son of a bitch. Fuck him!

He had taped the lock on the entry door
of the basement of the Watergate.

What are you looking at?

It's Big Ears.

He noticed that
the tape had been removed...

and he re-taped the door.

Big Ears?

Somebody I met a long time ago.

His ears ain't so big.

I said, "Let us junk it",
meaning let us scrap the operation.

Mr. Liddy and Mr. McCord
talked between themselves,

and the decision was made to go.

Do you feel Frank Fitzsimmons

should remain
president of the Teamsters?

Absolutely not.

Frank Fitzsimmons has sold his union out
to his underworld pals.

The Mob controls him,

which means it controls
our Pension Fund.

That's a billion dollars in low
or no-interest loans

this man has given to known racketeers
for their illegal enterprises.

Not anymore.

It's time for the rats to abandon ship.

Is he serious?

Not Jimmy. This is all publicity.

He's running for office. It's all a show.

It's all puff. It's got no substance.

Maybe he means what he says.

Tony, he's campaigning.

He's liable to say any fucking thing.

I don't care if he's campaigning.

-He can't fucking talk like that.
-I understand.

You know what he should do, Russ?

He should cash in that big pension of his.

Spend more time with his grandchildren.

Got a beautiful family.

He should relax.

Word should get back to him.

Don't take this

the wrong way.

I was with some people,
you know who they are,

they were saying...

"Please tell Jimmy we love the guy.

We don't want any problem.

We just think that he should...

enjoy his grandchildren,
enjoy his pension, enjoy his life as is."

Go no further, Frank.

Who said it?

-It don't matter who said it.
-Oh, it matters.

Was it Russell?

Of course, it's not Russell.
It's that little cocksucker

from the Miami fiasco?

Not him. No?

Then who?

I'm gonna tell you.

Tony.

Which Tony?

They're all named Tony.

What's the matter with Italians?
They can only think of one name.

It's the other Tony.

What Tony?

Salerno.

Well, what can I say?

I'm trying to help you.
I'm trying to tell you something.

Frank, don't even think about it.

I don't keep my mouth shut for anyone.

I know that, you know that,
they don't know that.

That's who I am, that's what I am,
and that's what I'm gonna do.

Somebody can tell him that.

He said that?

In so many words.

Before he says something like that,

he should remember that Joe Gallo
liked to make a lot of fucking noise, too.

You tell him that.

Who said?

-Tony.
-He said that?

Oh, that's it. That does it.

I'm never gonna retire now.

Tell him that.

Jimmy, I told him over and over.

You told him. Let's stop this. Forget it.

Enough.

Let me enjoy my ice cream here.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

-What?
-Nothing.

You're thinking something. What?

What are you doing?

-It ain't the right time.
-Not the right time?

What isn't the right time?

Say it.

The Local's putting together

a testimonial dinner for... for me and--

A testimonial dinner. Good.

But later. Later. Later, when you're...

What's the matter?

I was gonna a... ask you if...
if you would present the award to me.

That's nice of you, Frank.

Really. That's nice of you.

Who's gonna be there?

-Everybody.
-Tony.

Tony, Tony, Tony, and Tony.

Everybody from Downtown.

It ain't a good idea. Everybody's gonna
be there. You're gonna be uncomfortable.

I don't give a fuck who's there.

Those cocksuckers

can't keep me from your big night.
There's no way.

I'm gonna be there.

I'll be honored to be there.

You deserve this.

Thank you, Jimmy. Thank you.

Oh, that Mo Dean.

-She's a good-looking broad.
-She's nice.

I did not realize...

that Mr. Howard Hunt worked

while he was at the White House
in the plumbers unit.

He's a rat, but that's, you know.

He's a smart rat.

We've got a great crowd

for Frank tonight. Come on. Give it up.

That's because Frank is a man
with a lot of friends.

From his war buddies
who fought with him in Italy

under General George Patton...

to the drivers,

national organizers...

We are all friends

of Frank's tonight.

Friends of Frank.

Like NAACP president Cecil Moore.

District Attorney Emmett Fitzpatrick.

Philadelphia mayor Frank Rizzo.

Hey, they like you, Frank.

And, of course, our featured speaker,
James Riddell Hoffa.

And outside in the trees,

we got the FBI.

Who wants to check on them?

The first time I met Frank, he took me out
to a steak dinner,

and he asked me,
"How do you like your steak?"

I like it rare. He said, "Me too."

They bring out the steaks.
Mine's rare.

Frank's was walking from the kitchen.

He says, "Well, I'm an animal lover.
I don't want to hurt it."

He's an animal lover.

He's not even the damn president
and he's holding up people's loans.

You sure?

I'm sure.

-How's he doing this?
-His guys are holding back loans

on Carlos's hotel in New Orleans,

the add-on we're doing at Caesars.

What's Fitz doing all this time?

He's supposed to help with this shit.

The money comes from the trustees.

They sign off on it. They're supposed to
rubber stamp what Fitz says.

Except Jimmy...

has a couple of them
to stop rubber stamping.

The son of a bitch.

I thought we took care of that.

He told somebody,

once Fitz is out and he's in,

he's gonna call in the old loans.

Hotels,

casinos, real estate, whatever it is.

You don't have his money
and interest in two seconds,

he's taking them over.

We can't have that.

He said that?

He said that.

You sure he said that, Tony?

He said that. Everything

I'm telling you, he said.

Who does he think he is? Castro?

You don't need money, do you?

It's not about money.

If it's not about money, then I don't
understand what all the talk is about.

It's my union.

Is that hard to understand?

It's your union.
It'll always be your union.

You could step down and still run it.

You don't step down.

You don't step down to run a union.

You step down to go to your grave.

Well, listen.

I still think I can't help but think
I'm sorry,

but is there another reason?

This is my union! What do you mean
"another reason"?

This is my union.

Let's start with that,

and then try to understand things.

Listen, some people,

not me, but...

some people,

they're a little concerned.

Some people, not me,
they think that you might...

I might?

You might be demonstrating a failure
to show appreciation.

I'm not showing appreciation?

According to, you know, some people.

I went to school for five fucking years.

Yes, you did.

Five fucking years.

I didn't name one fucking name.

-You did the right thing.
-I did the right thing.

I sat there with that

whining cocksucker from New Jersey,
talking to me

about his woes, his problems,

and all I wanted to do
was finish my ice cream in peace.

This cocksucker

shows up at a meeting
15 minutes late,

wearing fucking shorts!

-Who wears shorts to a meeting?
-Nobody.

Nobody.

I'm not showing appreciation?

It's not me.

According to some people--

I know it's not you. Some people.

Some people say
I'm not showing appreciation?

Well then, fuck them.

I'm trying to help you.

I know you are.

But nobody threatens Hoffa.

He has done it as a driver.

He has done it

as an organizer, and...

I don't think many of you
know this, but Frank...

holds a record.

It's most arrests on the picket line.

Twenty-six times...

in 24 hours,

beating my record.

There it is, ladies and gentlemen.
There's no exaggeration.

He is a union man...

to his bones.

Which side are you on?

Your side!

Whose side?

Your side!

My side.

Your side.

His side.

There it is.

It is an honor for me
to be here tonight

to present this award

to my dear friend,

Mr. Frank Sheeran!

Thank you, Jimmy, thank you so much.

Thank you to my lovely wife Reenie,

for being here with me.

My lovely, sweet, adorable daughters,

Maryanne,

Dolores, Connie,

Peggy, for putting up with me

for all these years.

And, Jimmy, I can't tell you what this
means to me to get this honor from you.

It's the highlight of my life.
Thank you very, very much.

And this man, James Riddell Hoffa,

is the guy that gets the job done.

I'm behind you, Jimmy.

All the way.

In any case, from the deepest part
of my heart, I thank you all.

I don't really deserve all this.

But I have bursitis
and I don't deserve that either.

Thank you all and thank you for coming.

What happened to "Say cheese"?

Only three people in the world
have one of these.

And only one of them is Irish.

I have one.

Angelo has one.

Now you have one.

This is beautiful.

I... I don... don't know
what to say, Russ. It's...

Slip it on. See how it looks.

-Feel good?
-Yeah.

You know how strong I made you?
You know how strong?

You're my kid.

Nobody... Nobody can fuck with you.

Nobody.

Listen, Frank.

Things have gotten out of hand
with our friend again.

Some people are having serious problems
with him.

And it's at a point where

you're gonna have to talk to him
and tell him...

it's what it is.

What it is?

Yes. It's what they want.

It's where it's gotten.

You're close to him.
Maybe he'll listen to you.

I talked to him.
He's a tough guy to talk to.

He has no choice.

He has no choice.

These are the higher-ups.

Well, he's a higher-up, too. No?

Not like this. You know that.

Come on, Frank.

If they can whack a president,
they can whack a president of the union.

You know it and I know it.

I talk, talk, talk to this guy.
He don't listen.

But he's gotta listen now.
I gotta make him listen.

That ain't right.
He's... he's a fucking knucklehead.

I talked to Russ.

He talked to Tony.

He means what he's saying.

Who? Russ?

Tony.

I mean what I'm saying.

He can't seem to get that through
his fat fucking Sicilian head.

Don't worry.

What's the matter with you?

-I'm concerned.
-Yeah, I know.

What are you concerned about?

-They should be concerned.
-They are.

They're more than a little concerned.
There's widespread concern.

It's a big problem.

Tony told the old man
to tell me to tell you...

"It's what it is".

What it is?

It's what it is.

Please, listen to me.

They wouldn't dare.

They wouldn't dare.

Hey, Frank, come on.

Don't say they wouldn't dare.

Don't... don't tell me that kinda...

That's fairy tales.

Don't say they wouldn't dare.

If something funny happens to me,

they're done.

You understand that, and they know it.

Because I got files. I got proof.

I got records.

Tapes. Any time I want, they'll be gone.

These Guinea motherfuckers will spend
the rest of their lives in jail,

and they know it.

They know it.

That's what they're concerned about.

I know things.

I know things they don't know I know.

You wanna take that chance?

Why should I be taking a chance?

They're saying this is it.

They're saying this is it? It's it?

Bullshit. Bullshit, Frank.

I'm trying to tell you something.

You're telling me they're threatening me
and I gotta do what they say.

It's more than a threat.
It's the bottom line.

The bottom line.

It's what it is.

They do something to me,
I do something to them.

That's all I know. Nothing else.

So what do I do? What do I tell McGee?

That you're not gonna listen?

He ain't used to people
not listening to him.

Neither am I.

Neither am I.

Then I don't know what to do.

You should get some bodies around
for protection.

I'm not gonna go that route.

Don't do this to me.

What do you mean, bodies around me?

You use bodies
then they go after your family.

It doesn't matter. You worried?

Get some bodies around you.
I tell you why.

This could happen to you.

They could come after you...

since you're with me.

No?

I'm worried.

Tell Russ I got nothing but respect
for him.

We had a little trouble.

We were talking and I got a little crazy.
You know me.

I just blow.

Sometimes.

I just walked away. But I get that way.
I get abrupt.

Maybe you could tell him
how much I respect him.

I have nothing but respect for this guy.

I would never hurt him,

no matter what I do with files,
or with anything.

But you should tell him.

-Yourself.
-I'm not gonna tell him myself.

-It would go a long way.
-He's your rabbi.

Because of him you're here.

You tell him.

Listen to me.

At the end, there's only one thing
that's real.

This is my union.

This is my union, Frank.

Very simple when you say it that way.

Peggy!

Shall we dance?

Excuse us.

A few hours outside Detroit, we figured
we'd spend the night,

drive up in the morning.

The wedding, that was the thing.

Bill Bufalino was giving his daughter away
to a hell of a guy.

Better than the bum she was with before.

And that was all well and good.

But the wedding was really
a peace mission.

And that's what we were there for .

And everybody kinda knew that
we were there to straighten it all out.

I'm driving up with the old man.

He hopes we can work everything out.

-What did he say?
-He said he hopes

we can straighten it out. After the
wedding, we talk, we straighten it out.

I'm not going to the wedding.

Too many people I don't like
will be there, so,

I'm not going.

You're not going to the wedding?

I'm not gonna be there.

Well, we could
we can do it anywhere you want.

We can do it at your house.

We can do it anywhere you want.

Wherever you're comfortable.

The lake?

You wanna do it at the lake?

From day one, I wanted to work this out.

I know.

From day fucking one.

Nobody knows better than me.

Just you two, right?

Not the Little Guy.

-Of course, the Little Guy.
-No.

I'm not doing it with him.

There's no point just the three of us.

Just the three of us. That's it.

There's no point.
The Little Guy's gotta be with us.

I'm not sitting down with that little
cocksucker again! I can't do it!

-You have to sit down with him.
-We don't gotta do anything.

This is a courtesy with these people.
A complete courtesy.

I understand.

You gotta move past that.

I am past it. I'm never seeing
that motherfucker again.

You gotta sit down. Everybody says so.

There's no point. I don't wanna do it
and I'm not gonna do it.

I'm gonna hang up now.

Please. Understand this. Okay?

-What did he say?
-He's thinking about it.

Thinking about it?

That's for you.

Well, that's good.

Okay.

What time you got?

About five.

Give Jimmy a call.
He said he was gonna think about it.

Okay.

So, when are you getting in?

Tomorrow morning.

Oh, that's good. That's good 'cause...

I changed my mind
about the other thing.

You did?

I'm gonna meet with the Little Guy
tomorrow afternoon.

-With the Lit... With the Little Guy?
-Yeah.

Tony Jack set it up. I like Jack.

Jack's good. I met with him a few times

after that Miami fiasco.

With the Little Guy. Where?

Same place as before.

You know where it is.

In public.

You know Tony Jack is Pro's cousin?

Yeah. So? They're all fucking cousins.
What're you gonna do?

Jimmy, I think I should be there.

Yeah, I want you there.
That's why I asked when you're coming in.

-What time's the meeting?
-Two-thirty.

And that cocksucker better not be late.

Or wearing those fucking shorts.

I'm gonna get there at two, so,

-you should get there at two.
-I'll be there.

Oh, good. Good.

I'll see you at two.

See you at two.

What did he say?

He's gonna meet with Pro.

Tony Jack set it up.

Very good.

We're starving.

This is the best move we've made
getting this vinegar from Angelo's guy.

The Italian olive oil,

we got from that other mooch
wasn't bad, either.

Catania olives, what better.

The best.

There's been a change.

Instead of...

going up early, we're gonna hang around
tomorrow morning and then drive up.

But I t... told Jimmy that we were gonna

be up in the morning.

I told... I told Jimmy
we'd be up in the morning.

I know. I know.

Th... that I would be there
for th... that meeting with Pro.

What?

Th... that meeting with Pro.

I know. I know.

But what I... I... What am I gonna do?

We gotta go there. I mean,
I gotta go. I told him I'd be there.

We did all we could for the man.

Don't call him.

Good morning.

Want some coffee?

No, I got it here.

-How'd ya sleep?
-Good. You?

All right.

Want Total or corn flakes?

Total.

We're going up to Port Clinton today.

I thought we were staying here.

No, the girls are staying here.

You and me, we're going up.

We'll be back three hours tops.

What's in Port Clinton?

A plane.

A plane? To where?

Detroit.

We're going to Detroit now?

No, you're going to Detroit.

And when you come back,

me and you,

together with the girls,
we take a nice slow drive up.

With cigarette breaks.

I had to put you into this thing...

or you would never let it happen.

I know you wouldn't.

But it's gonna happen.

Either way,

he's going.

I know how you feel, Frank. Trust me.

I know how you feel.

We tried everything to help him.
You know that.

You tried.

He brought this on himself.

And it's landing on us.

They only agreed to this,

out of respect to me.

But you and Reenie will be okay...

'cause you're with me.

You're with me.

Give me your glasses.

Chuckie's late.

That him?

I'm Sally.

Let's go. Your father'll yell at me
for being late.

Frank, you take the front.

What the fuck is this?

It's wet.

I had a frozen fish I had to...

deliver for a friend of mine.

A fish?

The seat is wet from a fish?

What do you want me to do about it now?

I'll sit in back.

No, you sit in the front.

I'll sit here. You take the front.

I'll sit there.

I'm not sitting there. I'm sitting there.

Sit where you want.

You want a newspaper, Frank?

Let's go. We gotta hurry.

What kind of fish?

What?

What kind of fish?

I don't know. The kind you eat. A fish.

You don't know what kind?

No. I don't.

Where did you get it?

What the fuck. At a fish place.

Did ya just go in there and say,
"Gimme a fish?"

Pretty much. Yeah.

You didn't say, you wanna salmon,
you wanna...

haddock, you wanna a...

a fucking cod?

What the fuck does it matter
what kind of fish it was?

-Why are you so concerned?
-I'm just trying to understand how...

how you can buy a fish
and not know what kind it was.

There was a fish waiting for me there.

I didn't ask what kind it was. I'm sorry.

So your friend
had already ordered this fish.

I wanna be able to explain this
if somebody asks me.

Dad.

Chuckie.

-Sorry I'm late. I had to--
-Late?

What are you even doing here?

Who invited you?

Who the fuck are you?

I'm with Pro.

You're with Pro?

The cocksucker who just stood me up?

I wait only ten minutes for someone.

He's at the house.

What house?

With Russ.

Russ? What the fuck is...

Look who's here.

What the fuck is going on?

I was waiting for you.

You were supposed to show at two.

I'm sorry. McGee decided to come.

But he didn't wanna come here.

He's at the house.

McGee's in Detroit?

He decided to come.

To help straighten this all out.

The house?

We'll bring you back after.

There was a fish in here, but...

we cleaned it up.

A fish?

Chuckie had a fucking fish in here.
Didn't know what kind.

It's okay. I wiped it up.

-I got the handkerchief here.
-I can smell it.

You had a fish in your car?

For Bobby Holmes.

Bobby likes fish.

We cleaned it up, Jimmy.

You cleaned it up?

You cleaned it up?

What the fuck you know about fish?

You ever catch a fucking fish?

No.

Then you don't know.

Listen. Never put a fish in your car.
You never get the smell out.

Unless you pack it tight.

I know.

You know? Remember that.

It'll help you in life.

You couldn't come at two
and tell me this?

I was waiting there forty minutes
like a fuckin' moron.

I'm sorry. I came as soon as I got here.

You got in this morning.

Russell had business in Port Clinton.
I had to wait for him.

He reminded me. I forgot.

As soon as we got here,
I came right here to see you.

All due respect to Russ, you know,

but somebody should have come tell me.

Just come tell me it's 2:30, 2:40,
at the very least.

Not incorrect.

And who the fuck is Pro?
Sending a fucking errand boy.

He ain't stayin'.

That's not the point he's staying
or not staying.

The point is Pro sent him.

He should've picked me up himself.
That's the point.

Can you see out of those glasses?

I can't see a fucking thing.

That's good. I'm glad you're not driving.

Yeah, it's right... It's right up...

It's right up here. Right... right up...
The building with the staircase.

You got your friend with you?

You never know with this cocksucker,

with or without Russ there.

Let's get outta here. Come on.

James Hoffa, former president
of the Teamsters Union,

disappeared on Wednesday.
No trace of him has been found.

Hoffa spent four years in prison,
and made no bones about his intention

to get the presidency back
from his successor Frank Fitzsimmons.

Still nothing?

Young Fitzsimmons' car

was bombed. He was not in it.

But there is bad blood
in the Detroit Local.

Hoffa disappeared Wednesday afternoon.

Now, more than 48 hours later,
there's no word

on what happened to Hoffa.

Police are extremely concerned.

Authorities are trying to find
whom Hoffa

was supposed to meet outside the Red
Fox restaurant where he was last seen.

Police think it could have been
Anthony Giacalone,

a big man in the Detroit Mafia.

Hoffa's son James tried to contact
Giacalone today, but didn't succeed.

I should call Jo.

You haven't called Jo yet?

Why?

What?

Why?

Why what?

Why haven't you called Jo?

I'm gonna call her now.

Do you think the abduction had anything
to do with the recent conflicts

within Local 299, his own Local?

I think the union politics certainly
has to be investigated.

One high official of the Teamsters
says he fears the worst,

that Hoffa may have been killed.

Robert Hager, NBC News,
Bloomfield, Michigan.

She stopped talking to me

that day.

August 3, 1975.

She's got a good job now

and lives just outside Philly.

But my daughter...

Peggy...

disappeared...

from my life that day.

Hello.

Jo?

Yeah, Frank.

Do you think... Do you think he's alive?

He's gotta be.

You know, you gotta think positively.
It's just, it ain't that long.

But do you...

do you know he's okay?

No, no, no, I mean, you know me, I...

Maybe he did something
like the Joe Bananas thing...

and had himself kidnapped, and then...

came back. But he wasn't hurt,
nothing happened.

Maybe he just... he... he wanted to
clear his head a bit.

Ya gotta think that it's gonna be...

it's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

If you need anything, I'm here for you.

Anything. Anything.

Can you call me again?

Yeah, I'll call... I'll call you.

Yeah, I'll... I'll call you.

I'll check in with you tomorrow.

Yes, call me tomorrow.

I'll call in the morning, okay?

Promise?

Don't worry. Be strong.

Be positive.

Okay, okay.

Talk to ya a little later. Bye.

It was no more complicated than that.

Mr. Sheeran,

do you know who, if anyone,

was behind the disappearance
of James Hoffa?

Everybody who ever had anything to do
with Jimmy

was hauled in and questioned.

I respectfully decline
to answer that question

on the grounds that it might
incriminate me.

Let me ask you this:

What color is my pen?

And everybody took the Fifth.

In that situation,

that's what you do.

Still, everybody got convicted
of one thing or another,

but not that.

Not about Jimmy.

Nobody, as you know, even went to jail
for that.

And nobody talked, which is unusual.

Usually, three people can keep a secret

only when two of them are dead.

Bruno Denzetta and Marco Rossi

got twenty years each for shaking down
a trucking company.

Pro was convicted with them,

but he was already back in school
for that other matter.

That union Treasurer
Tony Three Fingers

who got more votes than Pro.

They got him on that.

Sally Bugs, you know, he did that one.

One day, Bugs was seen
walking into the Federal building.

What he did ain't no crime.

A lot of people get called in for things.

But Sally knows better.

Why didn't he say anything to anybody?

He didn't tell anybody one word.

Not one word.

One thing for sure,

he didn't go there for fucking lunch.

Sally.

Hey, Irish.

Turns out Sally did tell somebody

he was going there.
They just forgot to tell somebody else.

So, it was a bad hit.

Jimmy's son Chuckie, his foster son,
was in the thing, too,

but he didn't know it.

All Chuckie knew was he was pickin' up
one of Pro's guys and me,

and we was gonna pick up his dad
at the Red Fox for a meetin'.

Well, he was in it, yeah,
you could say that, but stupidly.

I... I always felt sorry for Chuckie
in this whole thing. And I... I still do.

And the Feds gave him ten months for
some bullshit thing about a car

and a... who knows what the fuck.

Fat Tony Salerno,
they got on an income tax thing.

A little after,

he was diagnosed with prostate cancer.

There's a... a pork store up in...

northern California.

Right around...

Walnut Creek.
You're from up there, ain't you?

Yeah.

Maybe you know the guy that runs it.

Actually, I'm looking for
a little favor...

for him, not for me.

But if you can get him a ticket,
like, to Australia...

You know what I mean.

Yeah.

Want to help him get down there?

Y... Yeah.

Now Russell got pinched

for telling Jimmy The Weasel
to strangle Jack Napoli

over a beef about 25 grand of jewelry
that Jack took on credit

from Russell
and then he never paid for.

Now, with Russ, you don't do that.

So, only thing is, The Weasel,
he flipped.

He had a wire on him.

They called it
"conspiracy to kill a witness".

It was obvious to everybody else that
Napoli was clearly in the wrong.

How could you not see that?

He set him up. It was entrapment.

What else could you call it?

But that's another thing
I don't wanna get into now.

They charged me up with bribery
and labor racketeering

and some other bullshit things.

Did Mr. Boffa give you and your wife
luxury vehicles?

I've worked for 44 years.

I never took one dime illegal off Boffa
or nobody else.

You can think what you want.

All they got me for
was blowing up a crane company

that fired two of my shop stewards
for no good reason.

An... and my Lincoln.

I bought that car from Eugene Boffa.

He leased truck drivers
to freight companies,

and then paid them
substandard wages.

They said I paid a lot less for the car
than what it was worth.

They said the car was a bribe.

I... I... I loved that car.

But it wasn't worth the 18 years
they gave me for it. That's for sure.

Russell, he had a stroke.

Fat Tony,
he couldn't control his urine no more.

A... and my arthritis,

that started in the foxholes of Anzio,
was eatin' at my lower back,

and I couldn't feel much in my feet.

I needed a cane.

But they won't give you a cane
in the can,

since you could use it as a weapon.

The medicine Neurontin
helped me a little bit,

but it made you loopy.

He's got it!

We were all falling apart
in the freezing fucking cold.

You getting scared?

Yeah, you stay here another ten years,
you'll beat me.

Is this the good grape juice?

I can't eat it.

I got no teeth.

Put a little piece.

Just a little piece.

Jimmy was a good man.

He had a nice family, too.

I know.

I never wanted it to go that far.

I picked us over him.

Fuck 'em.

Fuck 'em.

Fuck 'em.

Where you goin?

-Where you goin'?
-To church.

Don't laugh, you'll see.

Don't laugh.

You'll see.

Russell went to church.

Then he went to the prison hospital.

And then he went to the graveyard.

Lord Jesus Christ...

I got out that October.

Reenie died in December.

On December 23, to be exact.

Lung cancer.

No surprise.

Grant that our sister
may sleep here in peace

until you awaken her to glory.

For you are the resurrection and the life.

And then she will see you face-to-face,

and in your light will see light,

and know the splendor of God,

for ever and ever. Amen.

Much to the frustration
of some policy makers,

NATO military leaders will not risk

low flying attacks on Serb troops
in Kosovo.

It could days more of systematic
bombing, especially since

the Serbs have hidden so many
of their anti-aircraft missiles,

in essence, daring NATO to fly low.

You go... You go there. Yeah, yeah.

Peggy. I just want to talk.

She walked away.

I know she's mad at me, but I... I want...

Call her. Call her.
I just want to talk to her.

Talk to her and tell her what?

I just want to say I'm sorry. That's all.

For?

I know I wasn't a... a good dad.
I know that.

I was just trying to protect her.

Protect all of youse.
That's what I was doing.

From what?

Well, everything.

You... youse had a...
a sheltered life,

in a way, because you didn't see
what I see,

and what I've been through.

There's a lot of bad people out there.

What else am I gonna do?

Daddy, you have no idea
what it was like for us.

We couldn't go to you with a problem
because of what you would do.

We couldn't come to you for protection

because of the terrible things
you would do.

I was just... I was... I didn't want to
see youse get hurt, that's all.

I know you read a lot of things about me,
heard about me.

I'm sorry.

Can I do anything to help and make it up
to you?

If you want something
a little more luxurious,

we have these two models over here.

They're like the Cadillacs of caskets.

If we put you in the oven,
it doesn't matter what you go in.

The cheapest shit possible.

Particle board.

What are we doin' today? A cremation?

A burial.

For a man or for a woman?

Me.

Shit.

You see anything you like?

That green one.

That's a beauty.

That one'll set you back 7,500
if you take it home today.

What do you think?

Can you do any better?

Buddy, this is what you want to
go home in, no?

We'll go six on that for you.
How about that?

-Six flat cash work for you?
-That's good.

Good for me.

Sooner or later,

everybody put here has a date
when he's gonna go.

That's just the way it is.

And I think there's gotta be something
when you go...

'cause, I mean, how the hell did this

whole thing start?

People smarter than me
can't figure it out.

That's why I would never go for
cremation. It's so... It's so final.

This one.

That's 1948.

The hardest part for anybody
when they bury youse

is when they go into the ground
because it's...

it's so final.

If you go into a building,
the building's there. The crypt is there.

It has to be a metal casket,

and they have you in the room.

And all that there.

It's just not as final. You're dead,

but... it ain't that final.

I'm sorry,

but I gotta direct youse
to my attorney Mr. Ragano...

if youse want to talk
about Mr. Hoffa or...

or any matter for that matter.

I got noth... nothing new to say.

He's dead.

Who's dead?

Your attorney, Mr. Ragano.

He's dead? Who did it?

Cancer.

Everybody's dead, Mr. Sheeran.

It's over.

They're all gone.

Russell, Angelo, Salerno,

Pro, Dorfman, Sally Bugs. They're gone.

Who are you protecting?

You know who's not gone?

Mr. Hoffa's family.

His children.

They're here.
And they gotta live not knowing.

That's hard to do.

You got kids, Frank.

Can you imagine?

Frank, it's time.
It's time you say what happened.

You seem like nice fellas.

I appreciate youse coming to see me.

But I can't help you.

That's it?

That's it.

Holy Mary, Mother of God.

Pray for us sinners.

Now and at the hour of our death.

Amen.

That wasn't too bad. It's been a while.

Not bad at all.

And the intention was there.
The intention.

I know the intention was there.

It was there, Father.

Do you feel anything for...

for what you've done?

I... I... I don't.
I mean, maybe... maybe that...

because I'm here now talking to you,
that... that... in itself is a,

you know, an attempt to...

But you don't feel anything at all?

No.

Water under the dam.

Any... any remorse...

for the families?

I didn't know the families.

I didn't know 'em. Except one I knew.

You know...

I think we can... we can be sorry.

We can be sorry
even when we don't feel sorry.

Well, for us to say,
to make a decision of the will, "God,

I am sorry, God.

Forgive me."

That's a decision of the will.

What kind of man...

makes a... a phone call like that?

What do you mean? What phone call?

I can't tell you.

I can't. I got...

Frank, shall we pray again?

This time we'll do it
in our own words. Okay?

God, we come before you,

sinful and sorrowful.

Sinful and sorrowful.

We know you are all good and all merciful.

We ask you...

to help us see ourselves...

as you see us.

That's my daughter Peggy.

Is it?

I haven't met her yet.

Well, she ain't been... been around
too much.

Is she your only child?

No, I got four daughters.

Over there.

Beautiful.

Busy man.

Who's that with her?

You don't know who that is?

No.

Jimmy Hoffa.

Oh, yeah.

Right, "Oh, yeah."

You don't know who he is.

Okay, I don't.

Yeah. Oh, boy, you don't know how fast

time goes by until you get there.

But you don't have to worry.
You have your whole life ahead of you.

Forever. It goes fast.

I'm trying to take your pulse,
Mr. Sheeran. Please, don't talk.

It's great today.

I'm still alive?

Yes, you are.

That's good to know.

Alive and well.

And you're free...

till later today when we do it all again.

I'm here.

Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good.

His mercy endures forever.

All right, Frank. I'll be back to visit
very soon,

probably after the Christmas holidays.

Okay.

-Frank, God bless you.
-You, too. Thank you.

It's Christmas?

Almost.

Well, I ain't going nowhere.

Hey, Father?

C... could you do me a favor?

Don't shut the door all the way.
I don't like that.

Leave it open a little bit.

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