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To me, the blocks from 35th to 41st Street along 7th Avenue

in New York City are among the most exciting in the world.

But wherever there is big money to be made legitimately,

there is also underworld money waiting to gain at Toho.

The mobsters and the syndicate boys,

tossed out by the unions after decades of bitter struggle,

quickly learned how to return by the back door,

draining off millions of dollars a year.

I was writing a series on Victor Cobalt,

whose $20 million spider web most recently

began to spin around the garment industry.

As usual, by the back door.

We'll be through in a minute. We'll be through in a minute. Waiter! Yeah.

Hey, waiter.

I've been looking all over for you.

So you found me. You're going to leave it all up to me?

That's the kind of a partner you want to be?

You made the decision already, didn't you?

I didn't sign any papers yet. How could I without you?

You spend years to build up a nice little business,

so you're going to go out now and give it to the gangsters, huh?

Please.

Charlie, what's the matter?

You don't think a man is entitled to a chance to straighten himself out?

You're gonna give Victor Cobalt a chance?

Benny boy, you think a man stops being a gangster just because he

wears natural shoulders and don't throw bullets around no more?

Tell me, why should he when he can eat you up alive?

And people like you will wipe his mouth for him yet from the inside.

Heaven forbid you should think I got any racial prejudice against gangsters. Why,

some of my best friends are gangsters.

But tell me, would you want your sister to marry one?

Charlie, please.

Don't be a smart aleck.

I spent the whole morning at the bank. I talked to everybody.

A $100,000 loan unsecured. They fell down on the floor laughing.

Well, Victor Cobalt is willing to lend us the money.

What do you want to do? Go bankrupt just to spite him?

I've been mechuled before. Section 77B, the bankruptcy act.

I could recite it to you by heart. Look, Charlie, please.

A chance like this comes to a man only once in his life.

A designer who is not a plumber. You know what this means?

We should get down and kiss the paper she draws on.

One season with a line like this and we can be on top.

Charlie, please.

You want to go schlepping out on the road for the rest of your life?

You wouldn't rather sit in an air-conditioned

office for a change and have them come to you?

Waiter, where is the water for this table?

You I'm talking to. What's the matter, you deaf?

All right.

When is Cobalt coming over to close the deal?

Three o'clock.

You'll be there? Why not? Where else am I going to be?

Jumping off the Empire State Building?

Time for that later.

Ah, for crying out loud, you make me sick.

Run, run, run.

My father, may he rest in peace, he used to say,

to call the angel of death, send a lazy man.

Aye, Benny, Benny, Benny. So you'll wind up the richest man in the cemetery.

You want a nice family plot, I can get it for your retail.

Ah, for crying out loud. Who could eat with you?

Miss Holland, they're watching in the office. He's on his way up.

Who?

The big man himself. Hurry up.

Charlie, please, why are you sitting like a funeral?

It's not enough we're signing away our life. We have to do it yet with a smile.

Charlie, I swear you could be in heaven and you would be

miserable because you think you were being overcharged.

Ah, yes, darling.

Listen, please.

When he asks you about your designs, none of your little jokes, huh?

Like how you stole them all in Paris.

He might not appreciate your delicious sense of humor.

Okay, Ben, darling.

Charlie, please, will you sit down?

I'm still enough of a partner to stand up without your permission.

So where's the elevator?

It finally fell down the shaft?

No such luck.

Here he comes.

Wait for me. I'll wait downstairs.

Mr. Cobalt!

Come in, come in.

I want you to meet my partner, Charlie Schatz. Pleased to meet you.

My pleasure.

Ines Holland, my designer.

Miss Holland.

Our foreman, Mr. Capuano, and our accountant, Mr. Nelson. This is my son, Neil.

Delighted. Thank you.

All right, boys.

You can stay, Miss Holland. You're not out of the way.

I have work to do, Mr. Cobalt.

All those elegant designs are yours.

Very nice. This one will go places.

Young lady, you have a talent, a precious talent.

Thank you.

Oh, I have a talent, too.

To use other people's talents.

So, you need me, and I need you.

Will you excuse me, please?

All right.

Down to business.

You boys want $100,000 in cash against what?

The business.

I mean, P&S Frocks is worth conservatively a quarter of a million.

Neil, you study the books. What's their cash value as of this moment?

Total true assets for the fiscal year, just under $10,000.

I can give you the exact figures if you want. Well, that's good enough.

Just graduated University of Pennsylvania. Business administration, if you please.

But I, uh, I thought you wanted to do business with us.

I do.

But I must have security, no? Otherwise I'm not a businessman. I'm a dummy,

am I right? All right then.

I'll have my lawyer draw up the papers, but here are the terms.

You want to take notes?

Yes.

8% interest per month.

100% a year.

That's pretty good.

The mathematician.

Charlie, please.

And 30% of the net profit.

Charlie.

There'll still be enough left for us, I'm sure.

That's all.

No, that wasn't so painful, was it, Mr. Schatz?

I'm still wearing a shirt.

You ought to wear silk shirts.

They feel nice on the skin, especially when it's hot.

What's your neck size? I'll have my tailor send you a dozen.

You know how to read a tape, Mr. Cobalt?

I get the picture.

Oh, by the way, this is purely a personal favor.

I'd like Neil to get some practical business experience

in looking after his old man's hard-earned dollars.

You suppose you could find a place for him in

the office as a kind of efficiency expert?

Pay him whatever you think is fair.

Certainly.

Delighted to have him.

You'll find he'll do a good job looking after both our

interests. Oh, by the way, who does your trucking?

City Transfer. They give us the best price.

How much?

11 cents a garment.

You better look into that.

Thank you, gentlemen. Our pleasure, Mr. Cobalt.

Let's look over your new business.

All yours, boys.

All of it.

No industry is more ferociously competitive than the garment business,

where one thing stands between prosperity and bankruptcy, the edge.

That tiny little margin over your competitor.

Merely a glimpse at a confidential order.

Or a priority at the mill on fabrics.

Or someone to put the arm on a pesky organizer for the union.

This, too, is the edge.

And before long, the door to corruption is swinging open all the way.

For a while, it's a great feeling to have the edge on your rival down the street.

But presently, you find out that when you deal

with the corruptors, you pay the bill.

Working late.

Inez, how come you need 14 bolts of cloth just to make two dresses?

Because I'm a designer, not a shoemaker. And where's my material?

It'll be here tomorrow.

I'm making some changes in the shipping room. I just fired Harry this morning.

You what?

Yes, he's inefficient, and he talked back to me.

But Harry talks back to everybody. He's been here since the first day of creation.

Well, he's not anymore.

Did you clear it with Daddy?

He called me a name I don't take from anybody.

Oh, not only handsome, but sensitive too.

When you look at me, have you ever seen me?

Or is it always him?

That must be some interesting design you're making there.

Could I have that?

Gonna show it to Daddy?

Maybe someday when I live up to it a little better.

Well, well, well. Just the man I came back to see.

You can't stand to hear it, can you, gangster son?

Stop it, Harry.

Look, I'm sorry about this morning.

You come into work tomorrow, you hear me?

I wouldn't work for you again. My kids were starving.

Good night, Harry.

Gangster, son!

Now you quit bothering that kid.

He's got work to do.

What kid?

Before long, even the exorbitant rates of interest and the

lion's share of the profits no longer seemed enough.

And so the mob came up with still another parody on private enterprise.

An attempt to control the very arteries of the garment industry, the trucking firms.

And so my leg man, Jack Flood, not for the first time in his life,

dug out his union card and gloves and became a truck driver.

Tell me, Charlie, my boy, what did you do to their buyer?

The next time you go to Pittsburgh, maybe I

should come along. Did you ever read Faust?

Written by this German fellow. You know,

we may have to take over another loft to handle all these orders.

He made a deal with the devil.

Yeah, you never read it?

At first, everything was milk and honey.

But then...

Then it came time to pay the bill.

Wait, wait. Poor Harry was only the beginning.

Charlie, do me a favor.

Now I know what it feels like to be a fish.

Oh, the bait was delicious. Now wait for the hook. Listen, Charlie,

will you get off my back with your nightmares already?

I'll see you later.

You insult me and I should pay for your lunch?

May I? Hmm?

You're, uh, Charlie Schatz, aren't you?

Did I say no?

My name's Marino, Paul Marino. What do you want from me? I write a newspaper column.

Oh, you're the fellow who writes that stuff about the racketeers and all that, huh?

Boy, could I tell you some stories.

Well, go ahead. You think I'm a sugar?

So, uh, from that you make a living?

No complaints.

Wish I could say the same.

Why can't you?

Cheat your lunch yet?

Try the blintzes.

Waiter.

Having trouble with your new partner so soon?

Who partner? What partner? Waiter!

I'm writing a series of articles on Victor Cobalt.

Now, look, mister, I'm a salesman. Don't bother me with politics. I got tired blood.

I checked with the banks.

They turned you down for a loan, didn't they?

Suddenly, Victor Cobalt's son starts working for you.

Put two and two together, what do you get?

Heartburn.

Maybe you'd rather we should have made a little fire for the insurance company.

You really think you borrow money from Cobalt? That's the end of it?

Look, Mr. Marino, I'm a grandfather.

I know what you're talking about. I'm not stupid.

I'm just too old to be a hero.

You're also too young to be dead.

Yes.

Yes, Mr. Cobalt.

Our new partner thinks that Keystone Trucking

will give us better service from now on.

Maybe he wants you to change your wife, too?

Tell him no.

Uh, Mr. Cobalt, uh, We would like to take it under advisement.

Okay.

Yes.

Yes, thank you very much, Mr. Cobalt.

Thank you.

What's the beef this time? Am I using too many pins?

Yes.

I wish you'd give me a fighting chance sometime to present my side of the case.

Is there a case?

Look, I know how my father made his money, but he's been a good father to me,

the best he knew how, and I appreciate that.

But he doesn't own me, body and soul. Now, I want to

be judged for what I am. Is that too much to ask?

No.

All right.

Put down the needle and talk to me over a table.

OK.

Tonight, right after work, cocktails?

And look, do me a favor, will you?

Just relax.

Whenever a man says that to me, his next move is for the light switch.

You enjoyed the bait?

Okay, now enjoy the hook.

Keystone wants 12 cents more of garment than city transfer.

He's out of his stupid head.

I'd call Keystone and tell him to go chase themselves

till they come down to a sensible price.

You want to tell this to Victor Cobalt?

Here's the phone.

Here, go ahead.

Or maybe you want to try and sell a shipment of frocks with paint stains on them.

Or have two sluggers waiting in your garage when you come home tonight. Well,

we'll just have to absorb the extra cost. It's not so much.

It's these nickel and dime items that represent

our profits. Am I right, Nelson? Right.

All right, so we'll just have to raise our prices, that's all. Oh, sure, sure.

Pass it on to the consumer. Next week it'll be 60 cents.

Where do you stop it?

Ready to go?

Don't hold your breath, Junior.

Your father just made us a very nice present.

Well, what are you looking at? What do you want?

Can I talk to you alone for a moment, Dad?

Do you know Judge Palmer?

All right, boys.

Judge Palmer, if you don't mind.

Thank you.

What's the matter with you?

You remember my 16th birthday? You took me to Las Vegas.

You put me at the roulette table, gave me $1,000 worth of chips,

for in a half hour I won $3,000 all on my own.

I was so proud of myself.

Until I found out you had the whole thing rigged just to give me a treat.

And I wasn't really as clever as I thought I was.

Get to the point. The judge isn't going to wait around all night.

Oh, yes, he will. He'll wait as long as you tell him to.

But I think you know the point already.

Dad, look, I know, maybe P&S Fox is just a

small part of a larger organization to you.

But if I'm going to run it, I want to see it show a profit. Dad,

I'm 25 years old now. You don't have to fix the roulette table for me anymore.

Big enough to make it on your own now. I didn't say that, Dad.

I appreciate everything you've done,

but you've got to stop treating me like I was still 16.

How am I doing that?

That business with Keystone.

Dad, you just don't do things that way anymore. Oh, you don't?

Don't they teach free enterprise competition in your school?

You're not playing for marbles here, you know.

What's free about holding a gun to a man's head? Now, look, Dad,

how do you think it makes me look?

Oh, you're worried about how you look. You want to be popular.

You want people to love you.

No, I just want to be respected. Make money. They'll respect you.

Show them you're the boss.

They'll respect you.

Oh, come on. What do you think I was trying to urge you?

So I'm a foolish old man because I love my son,

and I wanted to give him a little push in the right direction. All right.

Maybe I pushed a little too hard. So what? Was I making me a villain or something?

I'm surprised at you.

Just don't shove Keystone down my throat, Dad. Okay. Okay. From

now on, you're on your own.

That's what you want, right?

And if Keystone is too high, you give the contract to somebody else.

You mean that, Neil? I put you in charge.

You're in charge.

OK, Dad.

Judge wants to know if you still want him.

Let him knock his head against the wall a couple of times.

Maybe then he'll appreciate.

What about the judge?

Hm?

Oh, get rid of him.

Uh, give him, you know, the mink coat.

Tell him his wife forgot it the last time they were here.

He'll remember.

You just don't do things that way anymore.

You're sure?

Well, I'll call up City Transfer right now.

Hello, dear, get me... Wait a minute.

Maybe you better talk to Keystone first, huh?

Give me Keystone, please.

Let me talk to Al.

Al, this is Neil.

You know our contract is off, don't you?

Yeah, okay, kid.

You too, huh?

When's our first shipment of Rogers and Stanley ready to go?

Well, it's supposed to be this afternoon.

It better be ready or we can forget about the whole order. Take it easy, Ben.

I'll check with Capone right now.

That boy is working out all right.

I tell you, if you have to take poison, it's good to be friends with the antidote.

You think old man Cobalt's gonna let somebody put a finger in his eye?

Even his own son?

Well, he told him to go ahead, didn't he?

He told him.

Then he...

Some fathers, the only way they know how to teach a kid

he can't fly is let him fall off the roof by himself.

Well, like we used to say in school, it's been a gas.

Like we used to say in Hemingway.

Oh, thou art much woman.

Hey, you're not going to send me home without a cup of coffee, are you?

Neil.

I can't go this route many more times. Not if it's going to be just for laughs.

What makes you think... No, no.

Look, last year when Ben hired me for this job, he, uh,

he wasn't getting along too well with his wife.

I guess he had some notions of holding hands under the table with me.

Well, why not? I mean, he didn't invent the game.

I guess that was a great disappointment to him. I mean,

everything except the designs.

But at least he didn't turn savage on me.

I preferred a good season to a bad romance.

You weren't up for grabs.

I guess they just found out I get bored easily.

Are you bored with me? No.

I'm not bored with you.

I don't know what you could have had, and somewhere inside here,

I think there's a decent man screaming to get out.

I'm afraid of that.

If you ask me, John, I went to Malden to pick up some rayon.

Just a minute.

He, uh, he wants to talk to you.

Yeah?

Are you positive?

Now look, Ben, please don't go jumping to conclusions. It must be a mistake.

You wouldn't do a thing like that to me.

All right, all right. Listen, I'll call him up right now. I'll call you back.

He told you what happened?

Yeah.

Well, it's a mix-up.

He told me plain as day. Go ahead. Sure, a mix-up.

Somebody else's truck was supposed to be burned, not ours.

Not our shipment to Rogers, Stanley. No, we're protected. Let me talk to my father.

He sure gives you a lot of rope, doesn't he?

Dad? You know what I'm calling about?

The truck, yeah.

Is that how you let me on my own?

Just another little push in the right direction, huh?

Well, look, I'm telling you this.

I'm through being pushed by anybody. Neil,

will you listen a minute to a tired old man who happens to be your father?

Now, look, you come and have dinner with me tonight,

and we'll talk this over calmly like two adults.

What do you say?

Well, bring her along. She can watch a movie while we talk.

I won't keep you all night, I promise.

Don't you ever go out with anybody else!

All right, boy.

Suppose a young man has to try everything once.

All right, 8.30 then.

Yeah.

Was all that for my benefit?

My father has a bad heart.

Do you think that I would talk to him that way just

to impress a woman unless I was in love with her?

Dinner tonight at 8.30 at my father's house, both of us.

He invited me?

I'm inviting you. I think it's time he met the woman I'm going to marry.

Not tonight.

Why not? Not this way.

Look, Neil, this is the most important announcement of my life,

and I'm not going to let you use this as a stick to beat your father with.

It just broke your heart to see me stand on my own two feet, didn't it?

Huh?

Some boys you can teach with a lecture,

some boys you can only teach with a shot in the mouth. I'm paying you a compliment.

You know what you've done to me?

For the first time in my life, someone trusted me.

It's the girl, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

A congratulations, in order?

You'll be the first one to know.

You're serious about this old maid designer, aren't you?

Can't you see what she's playing you for? A fat alimony paid for by the old man?

It won't cost you a penny, I guarantee you that.

Neil.

Neil, I want to tell you something.

As one grown man to another.

Women are a wonderful thing. They can make a man very happy,

like your dear mother may she rest in heaven.

Or they can make him very miserable, too, if you let them.

Neil, I beg you.

Have all the fun you want,

but don't let this broken-down art student from Greenwich Village

crawl into your brain or your pocket.

I love this girl.

And if she will have me, I'll marry her.

Oh, so that's the payoff, is it?

After all the love and dreams and hopes I invested in you,

the empire scratched together with these two hands for you.

To have you now spit in my face over a pencil pusher that doesn't make $200 a week.

Neil, this is yours, all of it.

How much longer do you think I have?

Sure. That's your idea of love, isn't it?

Well, I'm sorry, Dad.

I guess I'm just one investment you're gonna have to write off as a tax loss.

You'll be sure to tell your accountant, won't you?

Listen, Neil, with all due respect,

you think a man like your father is going to let

a bunch of dressmakers play games with him?

Get me Keystone.

Ben, will you give me a chance?

Look, we burned our fingers once already.

Isn't that enough?

Hello, Al.

This is Ben Payton. What do you bet they just

doubled their rates? Yeah. Yeah, listen, Al.

Tell me, what's the deal?

What do you mean 52 cents a garment?

Yeah, but didn't you say... But you said you... All right.

All right.

What are you going to do?

Cut off your nose?

I'd like to talk to you about Neil.

Why ask me?

Who else would know how Ben and Charlie feel about

you running around with the Crown Prince?

I'm going with him. I'm not running around.

So far, no complaints. Any further questions?

Oh, come on. You can't be that naive.

Cobalt didn't put his son into your little firm just to keep him off the street.

Whatever the reason, Neil's been on the level with

us. If you don't believe me, you can ask Charlie.

Charlie's been avoiding me.

Probably Cobalt or one of his pistoleros gave him the word.

Oh, it's a nice family.

I'm marrying the son, not the father.

Think so?

I guess you told me what I wanted to know after all.

Go ahead.

Put words in my mouth.

Tell your readers what an evil man I am.

I've had my name in the papers before.

It doesn't mean a thing. If you want to quote me, just say,

I think this is the greatest country in the world for making an honest dollar.

You can't touch me, because the great unwashed who read

that yellow rag are yours. They want it that way.

You hear them screaming?

You're the only one who's screaming. Yeah?

Must be a lonely job, being a voice in the wilderness.

There are compensations.

I've seen you in operation before, Mr. Cobalt.

In laundries, vending machines, hotels, restaurants.

Always start off like Santa Claus.

Until you get one foot in the door.

Then it's swallow up one company, undercut the whole industry, bust up the unions.

Is that your plan for the garment industry, Mr. Cobalt?

Set it to music, you'll make the top ten.

Remember one thing. I got a big investment in that firm,

so don't get any ideas that I'm going to play dead

because a certain newspaper hack wants to bury me.

You want a story, a good story?

Find it.

I have, Mr. Carpenter.

My assistant was almost killed in that truck.

You're breaking my heart.

But he learned enough, so it won't happen again.

And there are some guys that never learn.

Oh, I don't know.

Your son seems to be getting some pretty good lessons.

Leave Neil out of this.

He can take care of himself.

Miss Holland tells me that's just what he's trying to do.

That way.

You've got everyone in your pocket, haven't you?

Everybody but the one person in the world who means it.

There it is. I'll find my way out.

What's this?

Cancelations?

No, marriage proposals.

Just passed the extra cost on down the line, huh? What's another 52 cents, huh?

Only we forgot one little item.

We forgot it, and our partner, Mr. Cobalt, forgot it.

Out-of-town buyers read Marino's column, too. That Marino.

I thank heaven there are people like him.

At least to give the rest of the industry a warning.

Yes, even if it hurts.

Idealist.

You're still going to be talking that way at the bankruptcy hearing? Sir,

we lost the Roger Stanley account.

Oh, we're not going to go bankrupt, no.

We're just going to lower our prices and absorb the

loss, aren't we? Please, don't kill yourself.

Oh, you can be sure Victor Cobalt's accountant's got it figured

out to the penny how much milk the cow is good for.

Well, he'll let us live. Sure, why not? He'll even pay us a living wage.

Just as long as we keep giving milk. For him, for him, for him. Please, Charles.

So for this, you kill yourself all season?

For this?

To wind up in the end with nothing in your pocket but a dirty handkerchief?

All right, all right. What do you want me to do, cut my throat?

I'm bleeding already. Believe me, the next time

I need a hundred grand, I'll go rob a bank.

At least I'll get a fair trial.

One thing we can do. What?

Or I can, anyway.

What, what?

Charlie, please, don't do anything foolish.

Mr. Marino, Charlie Schatz. Charlie, don't.

I can meet you someplace this evening. Charlie, please.

Someplace quiet, huh?

Maybe up here in the office.

In your office. Fine, Mr. Schatz.

8 o'clock, all right? 8 o'clock.

Charlie, please, what's the matter with you?

It's not enough you got a purple heart for your son who died on Normandy Beach.

You have to be a hero, too?

Charlie!

Nelson, call the Internal Revenue.

Find out how we can get ourselves incorporated as a non-profit business. Yes, sir.

Charlie, please! This is dangerous!

This is Nelson.

Mr. Schatz and Mr. Marino are meeting at 8 o'clock tonight here at the office.

Yes.

Well, you're early.

They don't let you leave even for a minute. Turn that down, will you?

Yeah?

Oh, it's you, Marino.

All right, boy reporter, so what's the hot scoop?

What?

What?

Turn that off!

Oh, the dogs.

The dirty, lousy, filthy, rotten dogs!

Listen, Marino, you're still there? All right, you stay there.

I got a couple interesting little documents in my safe I want to turn over to you.

Yeah, at least enough to teach the rest of the industry a lesson.

All right.

Ben, what is it?

Charlie.

They killed him.

Good time, Charlie.

He always laughed as if his stitches hurt him.

Ben, you're not going to get involved, are you? Involved?

Ben!

Ben!

Please, please!

Yeah?

Turn on the 11 o'clock news.

Charlie Schatz was murdered tonight.

The police don't know by whom.

But we do.

Don't we?

No, no, no!

We gotta protect our business.

And I told you to keep your bloody hands out

of the... Don't tell me what... No, not you!

What are you?

You just had a man killed, and you sit here playing games.

What kind of man are you? Neil.

I can't get through to you. And you know why?

Because you don't understand any way except your own.

Now you stay out of our lives. It's the girl. The girl, isn't it?

Neil!

I'm losing my boy.

What a wonderful boy I'm losing.

Get the car.

Paul, glad I caught you. You'd better get down here fast.

I've been watching Cobalt all day.

He just came calling on his future daughter-in-law and he didn't bring flowers.

Oh, thank you.

Not good for my liver, if you'll pardon my frankness.

By all means.

Let's have a little frankness around here.

May I really be quite open with you?

Be my guest, Dad.

What, are you being witty?

Where is the last refuge of the spinster?

I just made that up.

You're a good-looking woman, Miss Inez.

Does my son really appeal to you in a serious way?

He's got possibilities.

As a husband or ex-husband, with the old man kicking in with a nice settlement,

you'll forgive my frankness.

That's the only kind of relationship you understand, isn't it?

I'm an old man, Miss Inez.

I've learned that every woman needs a little mask to hide behind.

Also, that every mask has its price.

You've got me curious. How much do you think mine is worth?

I would say about 15,000 a year for as long as your looks hold out.

Let's say two, three more years.

Thank you.

To get along with me, one must be as realistic as I am.

What's the dream?

Come again? Oh.

To be a Hausfrau in Westchester, another Claire McArdle, a seal Chapman, a Mr. Mort.

You want your own salon, you're talking to the man who can make it possible.

My, my, aren't we the proper Victorian daddy offering to pay off

a painted woman to take her hooks out of his innocent son?

Neil's not innocent.

I won't dispute the rest.

Touché.

But no deal.

Yeah, quite certainly.

No deal!

I'll wait in the car.

Call the police. He can't get very far.

Who was it?

Who do you think?

Neil!

Neil, don't go down there!

Why?

He isn't worth it.

He is to me.

He's my father.

You all right?

Come out of there, Dad, huh?

Come out of there or I'll tear you out.

I wish I could expose you.

So Harry was right. You know what he said?

Your father's no good. From now on, stay out of my life.

I don't need you or your business or your money. I don't need your love.

There are many ways in which a man's life can be snuffed out.

Noisily by a bullet, quietly by a broken heart.

This would not be the last attempt to swallow up the garment industry.

It will take constant watching,

even after the power has been turned off in the factory lofts and the busy,

noisy crowd has gone home for another night.