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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.

Ain't that the truth.

But if he is that friend of labor...

Want a cup of coffee?

But if he is that friend of labor...

If he is that friend of labor...

But if he is a friend to labor,

he's the only friend you've got!

And you'd best listen to that man!

If he's got the scars on his knuckles,

if he's got the muscles in his arms,

if he's been out on that road,

like you and me,

then he's the only friend you've got!

Are you listening?

The only friend you've got.

The race, the race of labor...

We're the union, boys!

We're the union!

With the race of Israel of old, it's said...

He knows the words,

but he don't know the music.

Hey, Pally!

Why don't you team up with

some people gonna stand by you?

To the Kreger Company,

you're just part of the truck.

You're just part of the truck,

you're the nut behind the wheel.

The minute they find a way to replace you...

Get the f*** down off my cab.

- Get back, Jimmy.

- All right. All right.

F*** gonna shoot me, the f***ing scab.

- Jimmy, how you doing?

- Fine, Fitz.

Somebody ought to

shoot that motherf***er.

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