re not too funny today, Fat Man.
Hey, what gives
with our boy tonight, Charley?
He isn't himself.
It's the Joey Doyle thing
and how he exaggerates the thing.
Too much Marquis of Queensbury
softens him up.
Listen, I'm a soft touch, too.
Ask any rummy on the dock...
...if I'm not good for a fin any time
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 rough fellas in the way.
They gave me this to remember them by.
He kept his hand over his throat
to stay alive and he still went after them.
I know what's eating you.
I got 2,000 dues-paying members in
this local, that's $72,000 a year legitimate.
When each one of them puts in
a couple of bucks a day just to make sure...
...the work's steady, well, figure it out.
That's just for openers.
We've got the fattest piers
in 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
squeal to the crime commission. Do you?
Do you?
No, Johnny.
I just figured I should have been told.
I make it $2,623.
You're $50 short, Skins.
Gimme.
- I must've miscounted.
- Gimme!
You come from Green Point, go back there.
You don't work here no more.
Here, kid, here's half a bill.
Go get you a 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 if you check in
and goof off on a coffee bag.
Okay?
You got a real friend here.
Now don't forget it.
Why should he forget it?
Thanks, Johnny.
All right, payday.
Rony.
Mac.
Hi, Terry.
- Hi, kid.
- I was just going to feed them.
I already fed them.
You must've been up early?
I was up anyhow,
so I figured I might as well.
They sure got it made.
Eating, sleeping, flying around like crazy,
raising gobs of squabs.
Well, I better get over there.
Be careful. Don't spill no water on the
floor. I don't want them to catch cold.
I'll see you around.
Come on, Tony, give me the tabs.
He was a good boy, that Doyle kid.
Sure he was,
that's why he got it in the head.
But he couldn't learn
to keep his mouth shut.
Hey, Pop, why don't you go home?
The boys at work today
will be chipping in gladly.
No thanks, fellas, I'm gonna shape.
- Who do you think'll pay for the funeral?
- Johnny Friendly, the "great labor leader."
Why don't you keep that big mouth
of yours shut?
What are you, a wise guy?
If I was wise, I wouldn't be
no longshoreman for 30 years.
I'm poorer now than when I started.
- Wise guy.
- Big mouth.
Don't mess with those guys.
I brought you Joey's windbreaker.
It might come in handy.
- Go ahead, wear it.
- Thanks, Pop.
Mine's more full of holes
than the Pittsburgh infield.
Hey, Joe, I got a coat for you.
Do you know Terry Malloy?
No, I don't. Never heard of him.
You're Terry Malloy, aren't you?
So what?
Didn't I see you fight
a couple of years ago?
Without the birdseed, what do you want?
Identification.
Waterfront Crime Commission.
What's that?
I just want to ask you a few questions.
We'll hold public hearings
on waterfront crime...
...and underworld infiltration
of longshore unions.
- I don't know nothing.
- You haven't heard the questions yet.
- What did you say?
- You heard me.
There's a rumor that you're one of
the last people to see Joey Doyle alive.
I don't know nothing.
Nobody's accusing you of anything,
Mr. Malloy.
I hope you understand that.
Just want to ask you some questions
about some people you may