You're in the church if I need you?
Did you ever hear of a saint
hiding in a church?
I wanna know who killed my brother!
What's the matter with you, punk?
Hey, boss, Packy wants
another drink on the cuff.
- Give it to him!
- All right.
Here's the cut on the shape-up.
Eight hundred and ninety-one men,
3 bucks a head. That's 2673.
Charley, you count them.
Got a banana boat on 46 tomorrow.
If we could pull a walkout, it might
mean a few bucks from the shippers.
- Bananas go bad in a hurry.
- Ask 2 G's.
Twenty-six seventy-three.
These clowns can't fight.
There's nobody tough anymore.
Hiya, slugger.
- Hi there, Johnny.
- Hi, kid.
The tough nut!
Don't hit me! Don't hit me!
Where's Morgan?
Where's that big banker of mine?
- Right here, Mr. Friendly.
- Hiya, J.P.
- How's business?
- Having trouble with Kelly again.
He won't take no loans, and Big Mac
puts him to work anyway.
- He's my wife's nephew.
- But he won't take no loans!
I gotta put him to work!
She'd murder me!
That's why I never got married.
Here's the interest on the day,
boss, 532.
Here, you count it.
Counting makes me sleepy.
Hey, Skins. Did you handle
that sheet metal all right?
Yeah. The checker faked the receipt.
Here it is.
When you talk to me,
take the cigar out of your mouth.
- Stow the receipt. I'll take the cash.
- Yeah. Sure.
Here you are. Forty-five bills.
Hey, Terry. You count this.
Go on. It's good for you.
Develops your mind.
- What mind?
- Shut up. I like the kid.
Hey remember the night
he took Farella at St. Nicks?
We won a bundle.
Real tough. Big try.
I lost the count.
Okay. Forget it, Einstein.
How come you never got an education
like your brother Charley?
The only arithmetic he ever got was
hearing the referee count up to 10.
You know, you're not
too funny today, fat man.
- Hey!
- Don't.
What gives with our boy tonight,
Charley? He ain't himself.
It's just the Joey Doyle thing
and how he exaggerates some things.
Just too much Marquis
of Queensbury. It softens him up.
Listen, kid. I'm a soft touch too.
Ask any rummy on the dock
if I ain't good for a fin...
...anytime they put the arm on me.
But my old lady raised us 10 kids
on a stinking watchman's pension.
When I was 16, I had to beg
for work in the hold.
I didn't work my way up
out of there for nothing.
I know that, Johnny. I know it.
Taking over this local
took a little doing.
There were some rough fellas
in the way.
- They gave me this to remember them.
- He had to keep his hand...
...over his throat to live,
and he still went after them.
- I know it.
- I know what's eating you.
Well, I got 2000 dues-paying
members in this local.
That's 72,000 a year, legitimate.
When each one of them puts
in a couple bucks a day...
...just to make sure
the work's steady...
...well, figure it out.
And that's just for openers.
We got the fattest piers...
...and the fattest harbor in the world.
Everything moves in and out,
we take our cut.
Why shouldn't we? If we can get it.
We're entitled to it.
You don't suppose I can afford to be
boxed out of a deal like this, do you?
A deal I sweated and bled for...
...on account of one lousy little
cheese-eater, that Doyle bum...
...who thinks he can go squealing
to the Crime Commission, do you?
Well, do you?
No, Johnny. I just figured
I should have been told...
I make it 2623.
You're 50 short, Skins.
- Give me.
- I must have miscounted.
Give me.
Give me!
You come from Greenpoint.
Go back to Greenpoint.
You don't work here no more.
Here, kid. Here's half a bill.
Go get your load on.
- No, I'm okay, Johnny. Thanks.
- Present from your Uncle Johnny.
And Mac...
...tomorrow morning
when you shape the men...
...put Terry up in the loft.
Number one. Every day.
It's nice, easy work.
You check in, and you goof off
on a coffee bag, okay?
Okay.
Hey.
You got a real friend here.
Now don't forget it.
Why should he forget it?
Yeah. Thanks, Johnny.