All language subtitles for Target The Corruptors - S01E02 - Pier 60

Gateways to America.

New York.

San Francisco.

New Orleans.

Los Angeles.

Billions of dollars a year
steam up and down these waterways,

flow across these docks and piers.

Gasoline for your car.

Coffee for your breakfast.

Fruit for your kids.

And on every dollar you
pay for these products,

there is a hidden tax of seven
cents, levied not by the government,

but by the criminals, the corruptors,
the secret rulers of the underworld.

Seven cents out of every dollar?

Seven dollars out of every hundred?

Seventy of your dollars out of every
thousand you spend find their way into the

pockets of the corruptors across the
docks of the still unreformed waterfront.

A waterfront I had been investigating
for the past two months, collecting facts,

figures, and human stories
from my syndicated column.

This, then, is the waterfront,

a proving ground for criminals and
for the tenement kids off the streets,

a playground where you never know
whom you'll find for a playmate.

Hey, Locke.

What is it? I don't know.

Let's go find out.

Is he the guy you talked to?

Yeah, that's Vic Morgan.

It was back in Dutch Kleberg
had a good thing going for him.

He thought a lot of rank and file
support among the men on the waterfront.

I figured he might be
interested in giving me some information

I could use against Kleberg in
my column. And what did he say?

Keep my feet off the waterfront
and my nose out of this business.

That's the way it is on the
docks, their own private world.

Carmen, you suppose I'm the
reason Morgan's dead? No.

He started dying the minute he
bucked Dutch Kleberg. He was a threat.

That's the reason he's dead. You've got
nothing to feel guilty about. Think of me.

I'm a cop. There's nothing
I'm going to be able to do.

What do you mean, nothing?

I'll ask a lot of questions, and I file
them away in a drawer marked open cases.

Only we know it's my own private morgue.

It doesn't end with Kleberg, does it?

Who else is in on this
sweetheart contract?

What do you know about
sweetheart contracts? Not enough yet.

All right, Marino, for the record...

Takes three to make them work.

The Klebergs in control
of labor, your shipper,

and the contracting steward over
your eyes to move his cargo. Now,

working together, they cut
labor, demand kickbacks, and...

Rob the public by
charging them higher prices.

A profitable little arrangement.
Yes, sir. A sweetheart of a contract.

There's one way to stop it.

Stop Kleberg.

Ah, he's got friends,
Marino. Influential friends.

I need an airtight case or I wind up
on some beat at the end of the world.

What a beautiful name for
a dirty mess like this.

Sweetheart contract.

Otto Kleber, Dutch to his friends.

Six indictments for armed
robbery, no convictions.

Nine indictments, assault, no convictions.

President of the Kleberg
Civic Association and business

agent of a local that
exists only on paper.

Absolute boss of his section of the
waterfront, he fears no man and only one woman.

Surprise, baby.

Breakfast first.

OK, just put it down.

Well, come on, honey.
Aren't you going to eat?

How come we never get
invited? Invited where?

To something like this. Listen.

Says among the guests at the testimonial
dinner given to Francis Xavier Mahoney,

president of the Alpha
Stevedoring Company, were...

A lot of creeps sitting around talking.

They're the right
people, Otto. They're class.

I thought you knew Mahoney.

No, I'm not going to hang him.

How come he can't get
invited to one of his dinners?

Because I don't want to. Now,
will you eat something? Come on.

A little orange juice. Come on, honey.

I'd like to get invited
someplace nice for a change.

Oh, Harold, you're
nothing but a slob. It was just

a joke. A great big
slob. Honey, it was a gag.

Listen, take this
thing and get out of here.

Oh, honey, we're just up
to you. I was only kidding.

Oh, honey, I'm sorry.

Oh, take your hands off me and get
out of here. Oh, honey. Oh, boy,

it's going to be a long black night
before you get back in this room.

Oh, come on now. Don't call the guys
all out because of a gag. Oh, honey,

I'm sorry. I didn't mean nothing.

Look, I'll make it up to you.

Anything you want. You
name it, you got it.

What's that? What, do you want an
invitation to one of them fancy dinners?

Honey, I'll do something better for you.

You can throw one of your own.

Huh.

And who come, those crumbs from the pier?

No, invite anybody.

Invite all these people over to
Mahoney's dinner. Oh, Otto, they're top people.

You know, real 400.
They're judges in Congress.

I don't care who they were.

Now, you invite them,
they'll come. I guarantee that.

Well, so no more, huh?

Are you?

Well, I don't know.

Then there ain't going to
be any more to talk about.

Long, black nights, huh?

All right.

If you want something done
right, you've got to do it yourself.

Where are you going?

I'm going down to the waterfront.
Anybody wants me, I'll be with Mark.

Wait a minute. Don't forget. Forget what?

You forgot already. What,
the dinner? Look, don't

worry about it. Invite whoever you want.

They'll be there, I guarantee it.

Okay, let's go. I got a
job here for seven men.

Joey?

Bobby?

The old shape up on the dock is gone,

but there are other pressure
devices used to squeeze a man into shape.

For every 20 men, there are only 10 jobs.

And the way to get David
treatment is to get the

nod from Kleberg's
hiring boss, Marty Harmon.

Control a man's livelihood,
and you may control the man.

Thank you, Marty.

Dutch, there's a friend of yours...
Yeah, well, we'll talk about friends later.

Why don't you?

What's the matter with you?

You can't do anything right? All of a
sudden, you're an amateur? What'd I do?

Morgan, that's what you did.

I fixed it. Oh, yeah, you fixed it.

You fixed it so he'll make
more noise now that he's dead.

He was supposed to stay at
the bottom of the river.

The box must have broken and
the weights must have come out.

Yeah, I don't care how it happened.
It happened. Dutch, I swear to you,

we're covered with the cops. We
better be, or you'll be covered.

Yeah, what do you want?

I want to talk to Otto here.

Hey.

Hello, Dutch.

Hey. When did you get out?

Just got out.

Why didn't you tell me Ed was here?

I tried to, Dutch. Yeah,
sure. Oh, here's a guy.

You tell him to do
something, he does it, right?

Right.

Three years, huh? I didn't forget.

You know what he done for me?

He took a rap.

I got nothing you can't have, nothing.

You know what I'm going to do? I'm
going to make you a hiring boss.

There's a lot of loot in
there, ain't there, Marty?

Ain't there, Marty? Yeah,
sure, Dutch, sure. You wouldn't

want to lose out on it, would you, Marty?

No, I wouldn't.

Look, Dutch, I don't
want to cause no trouble.

Don't give nobody no
boot for causing me, yeah?

I should.

I got an idea. What do you say we make
him hiring boss of the Meadow Lines pier?

Well, Ed's kind of new, Andy. He's been
boss of those piers almost 30 years. Mm-hmm.

You like the spot, Red?

Yeah, sure, sure.

You see word gets around that I figure
it's about time Gore retired. Well, Dutch,

I don't know how hard you
can push him, you know?

He's almost like a
fixture down there. Well,

maybe the right guy
hasn't done the pushing, huh?

So you go down there, pay him a visit.

You show him the paper.

You show him where you were stupid
enough to have the cops find Vic.

Be smart, he'll get the hint.
Come on, I'll buy you a drink.

Hi, my name's Marino. I'd like
to ask a couple of questions.

Pardon me, I... I wonder
if you can help me out.

I'd like to ask a couple of questions.

Hi, Mr. Marino. Like I told you
before, you ain't got no business here.

Sure I have, Marty.

I want to talk to your men. About what?

Like the crate that came from this pier?

The one with Morgan in it.

You know something?
You're acting just like a cop.

No badge. Oh, I know, I
know. I read your stuff,

only I don't know. I can't go for it.

There's not enough jokes. I don't
know. Maybe I don't read too good.

Hey, do you?

You see that sign over there?

Unauthorized personnel prohibited.

And you are unauthorized.

I wonder what authorizes
you to do the things you do.

You guys got any answers for any
questions Mr. Marino would like to ask?

See that? You see all
the time I saved you?

Why don't you try my
column tomorrow, Marty?

There might be a joke in there on you.

Look, Mr. Marino, we don't want
to start any trouble, you know,

but if you stir it up, we can
dish it out. You know what I mean?

Hi.

Jack.

How did you get in here? A private
detective's got to have some secrets.

If I didn't, you wouldn't hire me.

Longshoreman style.

All right, Longshoreman, what'd you learn?

Let my buddies on the dock
go along with Dutch. No,

you're talking about a
handful of men. Handful nothing.

You're on the outside,
Paul. I'm on the inside.

I know what I hear around for the men.

The rank and file want a decent union,
and the Cleburys won't let them have it.

Then why don't they do something about it?

Because they're scared.

Scared stiff. They just go along.

I want to show him up
for what he really is.

Bring about some laws with teeth in
them. It'll stop any new Dutch Klebergs.

And until then, they'll go on heisting
truckloads of coffee, jute, and rope,

the way they did today. And right under
your nose, my friend, you were there.

You saw Martin's boys
loading up that truck?

Well, that's one load that'll never get
to the public directly. $25,000 worth.

That open, huh?

Not raw.

What's so raw about it?

Shipper knows what's going on.

So the stuff is missing in transit.

Oh, there's something else for you, Colm.

Kleberg plans to get rid of Andy Gore,
the hiring boss on the metal line pier.

Go on.

And the betting is he won't quit peaceful.

He's one of the old timers.
He's tough, and on the other side.

The other side?

On interviewing Mr. Winston P.
Manners of the Triumph Shipping Lines,

your correspondent, in
answer to questions pertaining

to a theft involving those lines,

was told that croquet
is a fascinating game.

Oh, indeed it is, Mr. Marino.

A man has to judge his swing in
this game, not too hard, Not too easy.

I'm afraid my presence here
interferes with the conduct of your business.

I am sorry, Mr. Marino. I'm
afraid my hobby disturbs you.

It disturbs me.

That's precisely what it was
intended to do, Mr. Marino,

to make you appreciate the fact that your
purpose here is just as annoying to me.

You're willing to take a $25,000
loss without lifting a finger, eh?

Correction, the insurance company
takes a loss. And hikes its premiums.

Paid by the consumer, of course.

It's my job to pass on
all business expenses.

And this doesn't disturb you?

It does.

But not enough to stir up trouble.

Has it ever occurred to you, Mr.
Manners, that you've got a duty?

My duty is to my stockholders.

Anything for a buck.

Isn't that what we're
all after, Mr. Marino? If

it is, Mr. Manners, we're in trouble.

You, me, all of us.

I'll leave you to worry about the
morality of that philosophy. Yes.

You will excuse me, won't you?

Yes, Francis.

Francis Xavier Mahoney.

Owner of two stevedoring companies, a
trucking company, and a lighterage firm.

A law and an empire unto himself.

A man to whom power and its
uses have become second nature.

All right.

He'll be down in a couple of minutes.

His office is just two floors above this.

He must have been a pretty
powerful guy in these days, huh, Frank?

Trucker's picnic at Sands Point.

Champ, huh? Yeah.

What's this I hear about Andy
Gore? I don't know what you hear.

Tell me. I understand you're
going to try to move in on him.

Might not be very wise.

Why not, chap?

Oh, I just hate to see you try to
take on a guy you can't put down.

I'd like to try you. What do you mean?

Indian wrestling?

Oh, come on. It's for kids. Oh,
I know I could take you, Frank.

I wonder how much muscle a
guy your age has got left.

Are you serious? You afraid? All right.

You ready? I'm ready.

Go.

Don't win.

Well, what's all this?

It's just a game, Winston.

I don't think they'd
play it in your circles.

Aren't you a little old for
that sort of game, Francis?

Yeah, I guess that's
what Otto thought, too.

All right, let's cut out all the
talk. Let's get down to business.

Union contract comes up for
negotiation in four weeks.

The men are going to ask for an
increase of 37.5 cents an hour.

How much do we have to come up with?

Well, I figured we'd
settle for 7 cents, but to

keep the squawkers
quiet, we'll make it 10.

All right, 10 it is.

How much do you get? 10,000 apiece.

All right, Dutch, you got a deal.

Send the money over to you.

One more thing.

My wife's giving a
dinner. You're both invited.

I'm sorry. I'm afraid I'll be out of town.

I didn't say when it was.

It's on the 18th, the banquet room of
the Marquette. I expect to see you there,

man. It's with your wife.

My pleasure, Mr. Kleberg.

Same goes for you,
Francis. Matter of fact,

my wife's inviting everybody you had at
your dinner party. You make sure they come,

right? Especially Judge Vandor.

I'm not in the catering business, Dutch.

I know.

You're in the stevedore business.

I stop supplying the men, you're
out of the stevedore business.

I figure we make money together,
might as well break bread together.

Right, sweethearts?

They'll be there. That's what I figured.

I'll see you.

Well, if it isn't Miss America herself.
Annie, you look as pretty as a picture.

Dutch Cleabag is on his way.

Oh, is he?

And Marty Harmon and
Meg Foster are with him.

Well, Cardi, no less. Do you
think I ought to go and join them?

I heard you had a run-in with Dutch.

Oh, listen, I've tangled with
worse, and they're all gone,

and old Andy Gore is still here.

He's mean, Andy. I know
his kind from way back.

Oh, now, Andy, you know
me better than that. Now,

I've never been afraid a day in me life.

I have no intention of
starting to be afraid now.

Please, be careful, Andy.

Oh, yes, I'll be careful. Andy.

Could you be using a couple of hours?

Oh, no, Andy. There's plenty of
scraps for the cats, and I've got food.

Well, I ate it first.
I was thinking of it.

Well, uh... Well, uh... Now
that you mention it... All right.

The matter is that...
Well, now, he is fine,

but I don't want you to go wasting this.

I want you to spend it sensibly.

Buy a fifth of gin.

Bless you, Andy. Bless you, bless you.

Hi, Hendricks.

Dutch?

Hey, I've been expecting you to come down
and see me. Oh, have you? Good morning.

Told you I had some business I
wanted to talk over with you.

Well, as long as you're here, Dutch,

the least I can do is
listen to what your business is.

Well, you, uh, you've been boss of
these piers a long time, haven't you? Yeah.

About since you stopped
wiping your nose with

your shirt-sleeved... You know he's right.

It's a tough job for an
old man, Andy. There are

some people who say
that, but not Andy Glaw.

That's funny.

I hear you're thinking of resigning.

Why would you get an idea like that?

Well, a man over 60, it's about time.

You never can tell you might slip,
fall down, you get hurt, man your age.

You know what I mean?

Nobody's gonna take care of him.

Nobody.

But me, personally.

Where are you going, Andy?

Union Hall, Dutch.

What for?

Tell them about a skunk.

Go ahead.

You didn't listen to me, Andy.

You bad, bad boy.

I heard the news on the radio.

Kleberg?

What do you think?

Can you prove it?

Nobody saw anything. They heard the
shots, but they didn't see anything.

They never do.

No chance at all to nail him.

One, if Gore lives long enough
to name him, and will name him,

then I'll haul Cleaver again, and I
don't care how much pressure is put on me.

Hello.

Who?

You got the wrong number.

Two bullets in him, he's still living.

What if he talks, Dutch? He won't talk.

If he makes it, he's going to want
me for himself. I can handle that.

What about the old dammit
sauce? You mean Cat Annie?

Yeah. Nobody knows where she
lives. She comes out at night.

Picks up stray cats and garbage to
feed them or something. You find her.

And I don't want to read about her in
the papers like I did about Morgan.

Good looking, Dutch, but it could be
anywhere from a barge to a cellar.

You pass the words around.

You tell them anybody who
finds her, take good care of them.

Yes? Paul, Jack.

Something up? Kleberg is
ready to pay off big to anyone

who knows where an old
dame named Cat Annie lives.

That means she's important
to him. I know where she is.

Give me that address. I'll grab a cab.

Oh.

She live here? No, down here.

Crawls out at dusk, goes back at
dawn. She might have been a witness.

That's what I think, too.
Whatever it is, Cleetburg wants her.

Now, let's see if we can find out why.

Cat's all right. You're gonna
have to do better to top that music.

Hello, suckers.

The gin's cut, the food's
lousy, the music is awful,

but your money is good
and we'll take it, suckers.

That's what we're here for, suckers, to
take your money. Ain't that so, Texas?

Texas?

Oh, you're first to Texas?

Yes, what an art gallery you've got here.
Al Capone, Legs Diamond, Bugs Moran, Madge O'Callaghan.

Yes, sir, every one of them know them all.

Come here, regular.

They do, do they, Ann?

Yes, sir, everyone. Annie knows everybody.

Even Dutch Fleabag?

Oh, I don't mind if I do.

Oopsie.

You take your paws off that.

Take your dirty paws off that.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

It's hard to hear you over the music.

Are they music? Are they
music at all? It's memories.

Can't you hear them?

It's beautiful memories.

You shouldn't know to stop the memories.

Of course not.

You ought to know better than that.

There's nothing like memories.

That's right.

Remembering the places you
saw, the people you know.

Like Dutch Kleberg.

You do know him, don't you?

Sure, I told you I know them all.

All!

When did you see him last, Annie?

Al Capone?

Kleberg, Annie.

Dutch Kleberg.

When did you see him last?

Evening. Yesterday.

What was he doing, Annie?

Kleberg, I mean.

Running.

He killed Andy.

You saw him do that?

Nice Andy.

Nice Andy.

Good Andy.

Annie, when you saw Kleberg,
you said he was running away.

Where?

To the car, of course, for
the getaway. I saw the gun.

You saw a gun?

You saw Kleberg with a gun?

Sure, they always had guns, all of them.

And they were all crazy
for me, every one of them.

Even the big fella
danced with me, hugged me.

And then he took a thousand dollar bill.

A whole thousand dollar bill, and he...

I can't tell you what he
did with this mixed company.

All right, Annie.

Now, what about Kleberg?

Kleberg, Kleberg, Kleberg. Is
that all you are, a Johnny One Note?

Don't you want to know how
it was when it was wonderful?

Of course we do, Annie.

Don't you want it to be wonderful again?

Everybody making a fuss over
you. Pictures on the front page.

That's right, Annie.

Pictures?

Clothes, I haven't got clothes.

We'll get you clothes, all
right, the best there are.

You'll look prettier than you ever did.

Will I?

That's right.

All you've got to do is
tell the police how you

saw Kleberg running
with a gun in his hand.

Wait a minute, Jenny.
Pictures? Pretty pictures?

Annie, do you understand
what we want you to do?

We want you to be a
witness against Dutch Kleberg,

to link him to the shooting of Andy Gore.

Will you do it?

Sure, sure. Wonderful gentleman, Andy.

There could be some danger.

You mean he might kill me?

He might try.

How could he?

I'm already dead.

I can't do it, Pa.

But she's practically an eyewitness, Corn.

She saw him with a gun in his
hand and can place him on the scene.

Flood's got her in a hotel now, Garty.

Kleberg's got two witnesses that
say he was nowhere near there.

Your witness is Cat Annie. You
know who Kleberg's witnesses are?

Who? Winston Prentiss Manners
and Francis Xavier Mahoney. I see.

According to Kleberg, they
were negotiating a contract all

through the night in the
early hours of the morning.

I called, they verified it.
They're lying, of course.

Maybe, but you show me a DA that's
going to build a case on Annie alone.

She's a derelict, an alley cat, a drunk.

Now, the only real chance
I've got is if Gore names

Dutch as the man who
shot him. But will he?

Who knows? They usually don't talk.
They figure we'll never get a conviction.

Suppose we told him we had an eye with
us, that all we need is his statement. No,

he won't talk. You know he won't
talk. Well, it's certainly worth a try.

All right, I'll try. I'll try anything.

Oh, honey, I can't put
that thing on. What? I

can't hook up a tie.
Oh, you're so helpless.

All right, just a minute.

Otto, you sure they're
all going to be there?

I told you they were
going to be there, didn't I?

Even that Mr. and Mrs. WP manners?

I guarantee it.

Think of it.

You and me.

The host and hostess of a
dinner for them. There.

Sit me up, will you?

Up I don't like to do. Oh, honey.

Otto, now look, we're going to that party.

Yes, ma'am.

Otto, you think it'll be in the paper?

What?

Our dinner, on the social page.

Honey, you want it in the
paper, it'll be in the paper.

There's nothing Dutch
Kleberg won't do for you.

Oh, Otto, please, I
can't stand that nickname.

Honey, since we're going strictly first
class, we'll cut out the Dutch, okay?

And I promise you tomorrow morning
you'll see the names of Mr. and Mrs.

Otto Kleberg in the paper.

Otto.

Thank you. Amen.

How long will he be conscious, Doc?
A minute, two minutes, maybe five.

Gore. Andrew Gore, can you hear me?

I'm Sergeant Kornman, 18th Precinct.

Gore, listen to me.

Who shot you?

Listen to me, Gore. Who did it?

This is something I'm
going to take care of myself.

Is that right, Mr. Moreno?

If you don't talk now, Andy, the man
who did it will get off free and clear.

Do you want that?

I'm a man who keeps his own house clean.

I'm not going to make it, am I?

No.

Cat Annie saw him do it, Andy.

He's got the whole
Waterford looking for her.

She's in danger, Andy.

Don't let them touch her.

You're the one who can help her, Andy.

All Kornman needs is the
name of the man who shot

you and the judge's
signature to pick him up.

It was Dutch Kleeper.

It's pretty strong, isn't it?

I hope you men are enough to make
this indictment stand up. Plenty.

The victim named Kleberg
as the man who shot him.

And I found a witness who saw him
running from the scene of the shooting.

Good. Well, give me about 30
minutes to go over the facts.

Mr. Marino and the priest
witnessed the statement, Your Honor.

Well, you men want this thing to work.
You don't want any slip-ups, do you?

No, sir.

30 minutes, sir. I'm sorry we
had to bust in on you like this,

but I want to make this arrest
myself. Well, that's perfectly all right.

Good night, sir.

Good night. Good night.

Hello.

Hello, Francis.

Judge Bender.

Good evening, Your Honor.

I'm just calling to tell you that I'm not
going to be attending that dinner tonight.

If you remember, I didn't even
want to accept the invitation.

Well, what's wrong? Our host.

In 30 minutes, there'll be a warrant
out for his arrest on a charge of murder.

Yes, I think they've got
a very good indictment.

A witness who saw the
gentleman leaving the scene

and a deathbed statement
from the victim, Andrew Gore.

Andy Gore?

Yeah.

May I suggest that there might be other
guests who would prefer not to be there?

Yeah, well, thanks for calling, Judge.

They won't be there.

Are you kidding? Honey, you'll make
their eyes bug out. Otto, please.

I'll watch my language, all right?

The Kleberg dinner, sir?

That's right.

What's the matter? Nobody here yet?

No, sir, it's just 8.15, and
the invitations are for 8.30.

Your name, please.

I'm Kleberg.

Yes, sir, of course.

This way, please.

All right, all right.

You sure there's nothing wrong?

Maybe I put the wrong
date on the invitations.

No, we're just a little
early, honey, that's all.

A drink, madame?

No, no, thank you.

Bring me a double shot, will you, fella?

Yes, sir. Why don't you ask for champagne?

I don't like champagne.

What do we do now?

We sit, we wait, they'll come, honey.

They'd better come.

They've gone out for the evening,
sir. They left about an hour ago.

Any idea where they went?

Yes, sir, to the banquet
at the Hotel Marquette.

Thank you.

It's my seventh. You don't count good.

What are we going to do? Just
sit here? It's 9.30 already.

They'll come.

They will!

The waiters are looking at you.

I'll let them look. Let them...

Did I say we were going to wait?

Huh?

You were so big, so important.

They all do for you.

They do. I tell you, they do.
Otto, please. Always, Otto, please.

Otto, please.

Otto, please what?

The waiters are laughing at you.

Who's laughing?

Hey, you. You!

What are you laughing
about? What's so funny?

Nothing, sir.

What's that smile on your face for?

A joke, sir. I was
just thinking of a joke.

Yeah?

Murray!

Marie!

Where you going?

I'm going home. You get back here. You
sit. I told them to come, and they're coming.

No one's coming, Otto. No
one's coming, and you know it.

I don't know it. I told them to
be here, and they'll be here.

Well, I'm going home.

Listen, if you don't stay there till
they come, you got no home to go to.

I told them to come, and they're coming.

Oh, you're so big.

Yeah, you're big, all right.

What do you want, baby? Anything you
want, you just name it. Well, I named it,

and you couldn't deliver.

And that makes you a zero,
Otto. A great, big, fat zero.

Marie.

I need you.

Dutch, I need something else.

What is it, huh?

Is that what you're waiting
for? Go on, get out of here.

Go on, beat it! Beat it, come on.

Couldn't come, huh?

All you fancy-pants couldn't come.

Oh, I'm good enough to make
money with, but I'm not good

enough to eat with, right?
Mrs. Winston P. Manners.

Oh, I'm going to give you
something to eat, lady.

Crow, you're going to
crawl to me on your belly,

because I know how to
squeeze you right where it hurts.

Don't I, Mr. Winston P. Manners?

Assemblyman Saunders, you couldn't be
elected door catcher if it wasn't for me.

Well, you, you just lost me.

Judge Horace Vander, your honor, sir.

How much did it cost
you for your job, sir?

Fifty grand, huh? Well,
that ain't a bad deal, is it?

Because you made ten
times that so far, huh?

Well, school's out, Your
Honor, sir, Judge Horace Vander,

because I'm ringing the bell on you.

Marie.

I know you.

Oh, oh, I know you,
Francis Xavier Mahoney.

You did this to me. Don't think I
don't know it. Oh, boy. But I'll get you.

Oh, here he is, ladies and gentlemen, huh?

The big cheese. He coughs, you jump, huh?

Oh, I'll get you. Oh, yeah, he's so clean.

But I remember when...

When he used to work on the docks, and he
got his hands dirty just like everybody!

The arraignment for murder of
Dutch Kleberg broke one link in the

chain of corruption that ties
the underworld to the upper world.

For the corruptors, it was a
setback, but only a temporary one.

Another man would be found to replace
Dutch, perhaps a man up from the docks,

or maybe someone from another racket.

This is why the battle against
corruption is a never-ending one.

As long as there are men like Francis
X. Mahoney, and worse than Mahoney,

much worse, men like Winston P.
Manners, respectable, law-abiding,

whose basic philosophy
is anything for a dollar,

no matter what dirt or
filth it comes from.

As long as they don't have to see and
touch the dirt, but only the dollar.