Hoffa

Want me to go call him up?

No.

You want a cup of coffee?

No.

You wanna go?

You OK?

I'm betting you're awake in there.

Are you?

- What do you want?

- Figured I'd like to talk to you.

- About what?

- F*** do you care?

You ain't making money sit here

side of the road. Get up. Start driving.

Put me in the cab. I keep you up.

- You're with the Teamsters.

- That's right.

I can't take you. They find out

you rode my cab, I'm out a job.

You best get used to it

'cause I'm coming with you.

- The f*** you are.

- F*** I'm not!

- I said, get the f*** off my cab.

- Have a cigarette.

I said, get the f*** out.

They find you in here, it's my job.

What f***ing kind of p*ssy are you?

Some guy in Duluth

tells you who stays in the cab?

Listen to me. Listen to me.

I know what that is, baby.

Your driving cig burns down,

keeps you from falling asleep at the wheel.

I know, I been there. I got scars of my own,

that's why I want you to listen to me...

Get the f*** out of my cab.

Baby, you got the balls,

and you might get lucky and kill me.

Barring that, you'll hear

my speech about the Teamsters,

so why don't you just

drive the f***ing truck, huh?

All that I'm saying,

there's a lot more there for us.

It's right, it's just, it's due us, it's possible.

The downtime pay,

pay for deadhead and medical.

All the things I've been saying.

Bobby, not only is it possible,

it's right there.

When they have to negotiate,

they say to you,

"Ride with the Teamsters, lose your job."

- They treat us like dirt.

- I know that.

They got us driving to pay the rent.

Every couple weeks,

some son of a b*tch falls asleep.

I know that.

Stuck 10, 12 hours,

rig broke down, no pay.

Yeah, I know that.

We're trying to strike the company, ya see.

- I can't go out on strike.

- You can't afford not to go.

- How you gonna get back to your cab?

- Another driver just like you, baby.

- Now, listen to me. I want you to stop by...

- I can't sign up with you.

You will sign up, but I didn't say sign up.

I said stop by.

All right, pull this thing over right here.

You don't wanna be seen with me.

Things been a little tough.

You know kids...

Don't count on their best efforts.

Negotiate for a position of strength!

What can they take away from you?

Put it down.

Put it down. If they put it down,

then they can't do nothing.

Bobby, how you doin'?

You're saying,

"I don't know, but I need my job."

I'm saying, guarantee your job!

Guarantee your wage!

You're working for peanuts...

- What's going on?

- Fella the Teamsters.

- What's he want?

- Strike.

Hey, let's get to work.

Come on, let's move a little faster, huh?

Let's get going!

Ciaro, you're on number ten.

- Fitzgrieg, you haul it out.

- Stop their exploitation!

I see a man with the power

of the international union

to eliminate all this bullshit!

Let them move the f***in' crates!

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

They've been feeding you dog sh*t,

telling you it's Cream of Wheat!

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

I ain't afraid of these cocksuckers.

I ain't afraid of nobody.

What are you afraid of? Hey, you!

You, you son of a b*tch! You! You! Yeah.

You rode with me 85 miles,

smoked my cigarettes,

listened to my jokes.

After what I did for you,

what are you gonna do for me, huh? Huh?

You just cost me my job!

You cost me my f***ing job!

You cost me my job!

You cost me my f***ing job!

Put it down! Put the crate down.

You men, put the crates down!

- Let it spoil!

- Where do you think you are, a picnic?

Put the f***ing crates down.

Cross the line. Join the Teamsters.

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

Pick that crate up!

You don't need some manager.

You don't need some manager

telling you what's true.

You don't need to worry about

killing no f***ing golden goose!

You guys want your jobs?

Get back to work!

Don't you got mouths to feed?

You can't fight back?

- Get outta here, will ya?

- I'm sick and tired of talking to you.

- Quit coming in here.

- You're wearing me out.

- No union!

- Crumb!

Ladies.

- Walk a little bit here.

- What the f*** you want?

You cost me my job.

- And what?

- I'm gonna cut your throat.

You're obviously a man with

a profound sense of justice.

- Is there a problem?

- I got no quarrel with you.

Yes you do, lad. You got a beef

with my partner, you got a beef with me.

Pull a knife while a guy's unprotected.

- Get f***in' back.

- No.

I couldn't have that on my conscience.

See?

Life's a negotiation.

It's all give and take.

I'm sorry I cost you your job.

I'm oh, so sorry.

And yes, yes, and...

- Everything I did... why?

- To help the workingman.

- You're f***in' A.

- And I'm a workingman. So's Jimmy.

Just the same as you.

You gotta eat, I gotta eat.

I got no desire what I do hurts you.

You got a beef with me,

what can I do to help?

- 'Cause everybody's got a right to eat.

- That's right.

Take these cocksuckers. Honest

laundrymen signed with the Teamsters.

- Some cocksucker.

- You see that guy?

I'm gonna see him tonight.

Some guy'll be near the trucks.

Some guy, a laundry.

We are out there.

Jimmy's out there. Organizing.

So the strength of collective bargaining

protects the workingman.

Some cocksucker won't organize,

won't join,

won't come along,

lets his brother pay the price,

but won't he take the benefits

his brothers have accrued?

You f***in' know he will.

Nobody wanted to hurt you.

What am I gonna do for money?

- Can he drive a truck?

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

You want a bit of work? One night.

Give me the f***in' knife.

You wanna go around, buy a gun.

Go like a white man.

This cocksucker...

"The Idle Hour Laundry."

Cop comes by two minutes.

We'll let him pass.

- How you doin' on the west side?

- Working on it.

I got the guys, Mallory Plant.

I'm gonna talk to 'em tomorrow.

Yeah. Hey. There he is.

Yes, indeed.

Right into the thick of things.

Ah.

- Here we go.

- I got it.

You stay here.

Turn the motor on, put it in gear.

Sh*t.

Holy sh*t!

Jesus Christ!

- Jimmy!

- F***in' blew up.

- Jimmy!

- Jesus!

Oh, sh*t! Oh, sh*t!

Get somebody!

Where's the f***in' phone?

Get a phone!

Oh! Get a f***in' phone!

Jesus, it just f***in' blew up.

Once he got out the cab,

we run in to see what the thing is,

that he thought he heard

screaming in the joint.

He goes in...

And who's this?

Is that the way it happened?

- Yeah.

- Why?

It is.

- How's the other fella?

- He's dying in there.

Amen.

There may still be enough time, my son,

to rid your soul of

whatever sin there may be,

and if you did this thing,

simply to confess and lay it before God.

- I...

- What?

Yes, my son, what is it?

Billy Flynn.

Wasn't he?

F***in' good old days.

You cost me my job, Jim.

You cost me my f***in' job.

F*** you.

You're wearing me out.

Never let a stranger in your cab.

Never let a stranger in your cab,

in your house, or in your heart,

unless he is a friend of labor.

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