Hoffa Page #4

- Eating something.

- Uh-huh.

Been better fed.

People out here, they wanna hold out

or they wanna go back in?

Lot of people in the union, even,

they say take the offer, go back in.

- Uh-huh.

- I'm Jimmy Hoffa.

I know who you are.

The National wants me to call the strike off.

Cops say there's gonna be violence.

What do you think I should do?

Don't make a bit of difference what I say.

You'll do what you figured out to do.

- Won't you?

- Yeah, that's right.

Ain't that what we pay you for?

- What's the kid's name?

- Does it make a difference?

- No, it don't.

- They're all called something, aren't they?

Indeed they are.

- Attaboy, Jimmy.

- Thank you.

- Mr. Hoffa, we ready?

- Huh?

- We ready to march?

- Yeah, we're ready.

I don't think they're gonna

do a goddamn thing.

- Do you? What do they gain by violence?

- Yeah, that's a good one, all right.

We're ready.

It's time, Mr. Hoffa. It's time.

What you gonna do, Jimmy?

Do you think we better call it off?

If Tobin says call it off, don't you gotta?

Stay down. Stay down.

They're f***in' me.

Tobin, the President, newspapers,

every f***in' body else in the world

says I'm wrong, I gotta be right. All right...

- Brothers!

- Yeah!

- Brothers, can you hear me?

- Yeah!

Look at them up there,

sitting on their fat asses,

drinking coffee and eating doughnuts.

- Have you had enough of it?

- Yeah!

We're gonna march on

the RTA headquarters!

We're gonna demand that

they recognize the Teamsters!

Yeah!

We are gonna hold together in good order,

and we are gonna get

what we came down here for!

Let's get up at 'em!

Come on! That's right!

I'm sick to death of them. Come on!

- Mr. Hoffa, are we gonna win this strike?

- Mister, we have won this strike.

We won it the minute we

started across this railroad yard.

Move back, boys.

They have a right to organize?

F*** their right to organize!

These cocksuckers shot at me.

- You could've anticipated this...

- In every conflict there are casualties.

The question is, what has been lost

and what has been gained?

- What about...

- Make the rest of it up yourself!

Hey! Get these guys!

Come on, boys!

- Joey!

- Mom! Mom!

- Mom!

- Joey! Joey!

- Mom!

- Joey!

- Mommy!

- Joey!

Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!

Come on, you scabs!

Come on, you f***, come on!

- Come on, let's tip this f***in' thing over!

- Push the f***in' thing over!

Mommy! Mommy!

Mommy!

Let go! Get him off me!

Come on, come on!

...who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread,

and forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those

who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

Amen.

Lord... we're gonna pray

for people who have fallen.

For their men who fell,

for their children orphaned.

We must carry on

with the demands of their fathers

who fell in a just cause.

Hail Mary, full of grace,

the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,

pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

D'Ally's outside.

You want anything?

- Jimmy, l, uh...

- Thank you, Fitz.

- Pete.

- We're, uh...

- We're so...

- I appreciate it.

- I'm really sorry, James.

- Thank you.

We are left with this.

For unto them...

- This meat is very good.

- Thank you, Frankie.

- James R., is there anything that I can do?

- Yeah. Bring my wife a sandwich.

- Praise the Lord.

- Some f***in' mick on a podium.

He has delivered the soul of the poor

from the hands of the evildoers.

- D'Ally.

- Jimmy.

Thanks for coming.

- Nothing's ever settled by violence.

- I heard that before.

They're always looking to you, aren't they?

Yeah. What do we do?

What do we do now?

What do we do next?

No one pardons us, Jimmy.

If they could, we wouldn't let them.

They'd rather some people die

through your mistake...

than that they lived...

but that they lacked a leader.

We got things to do.

He was such a good boy.

From the bottom of my heart, I wish

I could change places with him, Mrs. Innes.

Yeah.

Bobby.

Where the f***...

Well, where is he?

Well, why don't you know?

Where's D'Al...

No. Hey, baby, we gotta meet,

and where is he? Find him.

Black. Two. Give them to me.

- Waiting?

- What?

- Waiting?

- Yeah, that's right.

Blew a f***in' torque rod.

I'm sitting here eating it.

Told me he'd get it to me four hours ago.

I'm sitting here waiting.

That's rough.

I want you to do me a favor.

That phone rings,

whoever it is, say he'll be right back.

I'm running out to the car.

- Black. Two.

- Here you go.

- Union business?

- Yeah, that's what it is.

I'm going out to the car.

I'll be right back.

What's out the car?

What's out the car is my guy.

What's in here is you watching the phone.

You help me out, I'll make a phone call,

I'll get somebody to shoot you out that rod.

Who's your guy?

So who's your guy?

Who's your guy that you all the time

you gotta run to him?

What's wrong with just staying here?

- I like you so much.

- I like you, too. You're fine.

Oh, f***. What I am is, I'm late.

There's a time to shirk and a time to work.

- Here.

- I don't want your money.

I didn't go with you because of the money.

Don't forget what you're saying.

I'll be back a few hours.

- Jim.

- Bobby.

I got news.

He said he'd have to go with test fleet.

- He'll lease 20 trucks from you.

- He said he'd go?

As it was laid down with what we said we'd

do, what he said he'd do, that he'd do it.

Good. Sign him up test fleet,

and send him my thanks,

and send him a bottle of...

- What's that shanty Irish prick drink?

- Crown Royal.

All right, send it to him,

and send him a little note with it, says,

"Good business deal benefits all..."

Eh, just tell him I said thanks.

- D'Ally, how are you?

- How's your wife?

- She's good.

- How's your boy?

He's good.

- How's your new kitchen coming along?

- It's costing me an arm and a leg.

- You should do it yourself.

- I am.

That's how come it's

so goddamn expensive.

Nobody says f***in' nothing about

anything to do with f***in' business, right?

Right, Jimmy. No business, no business.

- We're gonna have a good time.

- We're just gonna relax, take it easy.

We loan it out. 20 million.

Of which you rake off

the breakage of a half point,

plow it back, skim it, give it to the dog.

- I'd plow it back.

- You take your pension fund...

- What are you gonna whack your guys?

- What am I gonna whack 'em?

My idea of the pension fund,

even each guy 100 bucks a year.

Bear with me. Whatever. You're not a bank.

- I'm with you. You got your notes out?

- What notes? Fitz?

Give me a pencil. Hold this.

You give us control straight up,

we'll start off 20 million.

- 20 million.

- We'll loan it out.

Give me a piece of paper.

D'Ally, if you didn't notice. Write it out.

- I'll make it simple.

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