Thieves' Highway

Synopsis: The soldier Nick Garcos returns back home from the war very happy with gifts for his parents Yanko and Parthena Garcos and money in his pocket to open a business and get married with his girlfriend Polly Faber. Out of blue, Nick realizes that his father lost both legs and Yanko, who was a truck driver, tells that he was cheated by the dealer Mike Figlia in the San Francisco's market when he delivered a truckload of tomatoes and was not paid. He believes that his accident was provoked by Figlia's gangsters. He also tells that he sold the truck to a driver named Ed Kinney that has not paid him. Nick meets Ed and tells that he will bring the truck back, but Ed proposes a deal with apples, where they may earn a great amount. Nick invests his savings in another truck and buys apples from a Polish farmer. They need to drive directly to the market in San Francisco without sleeping to keep the fruits fresh, but Ed's truck has problem on its axle and Nick arrives first. Mike Figlia hires the It

Genre: Drama, Film-Noir, Thriller

Director(s): Jules Dassin

Actors: Richard Conte, Valentina Cortese, Lee J. Cobb, Barbara Lawrence

Production: Criterion Collection


IMDB:: 7.7
Rotten Tomatoes:: 100%

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: NOT RATED
Year:: 1949
: 94 min
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The loud one's my old man.
You owe me a buck, 90.
Keep the change.
# Da-da-dah-da, da-da-dah-da #
# Da-da-da-da-da
da-da-da #
# Da-da-dah-da, da-da-dah-da #
# Da-da-da, da-da-da
dah, dah, dah ##
# La, la, la-la la, la
La, la, la-la-la-la, la, la #
Hey, Nico!
Hey, mitera. Is Nico.
Hiya, Pop.
- Nico, Nico! Oh, Nico.
- How's my girl?
Why you don't write?
Why you don't telephone you coming?
I get ready, I cook up dolmades.
Because I want to cook up surprise.
Where's Polly? I called
her from the station.
- Sh-She not here.
- Aw, she don't like you.
What are ya doin' home? I could hear him
singing three blocks down the street.
- Ha, ha, ha, ha!
- "Ha, ha, ha, ha!"
Look, presents for everybody.
- Presents?
- The big box is a lamp from India.
- Oh, India!
- China. Japan.
Africa.
Melanese Islands.
Ho-ho, you hear, mitera?
Man of the worid, Nico.
I bet he the best
mechanic on the ship.
Shoot a rod, they send for me.
Blow a valve, they send for me.
Yeah, they cry when you quit. Ho-ho-ho.
Look, Ma, earrings.
For you.
Dancing giris in Java
wear them.
No. No, Nick.
I-I am too old.
- You wear them. You're my dancing girl.
- Papa?
And look what I got for Polly's pop.
- Ho, ho, look just like him.
- Just about!
- Nicky! Nicky!
- Shh.
- Nicky? Oh, where is he?
Oh! No! Hey! No!
Oh, Nico!
- Bravo!
- Oh, Nick. Where did you get that awful thing?
- One of the Cannibal Islands.
- Polly.
- Dancing giris wear them in, uh Nico?
- Java, Ma.
- In Java.
- Oh, they're lovely.
And here's something for you.
Oh, isn't she pretty?
Oh, thank you, Nick.
I like it very much.
- I'll use it as a pin cushion.
- The finger.
Keep your eye on the finger.
Oh, Nicky!
Oh, it's beautiful.
Why, it must have cost a fortune!
- Hey, what do you think of that?
- Oh, that's wonderful!
1,800 smackers. More than enough
to go into business with your old man.
He's got an option on the vacant lot
next to the drive-in.
Hey, Jive-boy.
These I got for Pop.
All the way from China. Mandarin slippers.
The Chinese have small feet.
I had a tough time...
trying to get a size
to fit your number 12's.
Here, try them on.
See how they fit.
What's the matter? Did I say something bad?
All I said was, try them on.
I can't try on, Nico.
Why not?
- Pop
- Cover me, Nico.
What happened?
- Tell me, what happened?
- Nico
I came in here like a clown.
I couldn't tell.
He plays the phonograph, he sings
Oh, what I'm gonna do?
I don't lose my head, just my legs.
What happened?
Tell me what happened.
I get a nice truckload tomatoes.
Earlianas, first of season.
I leave with produce dealer.
Mike Figlia.
In San Francisco.
On consignment.
I go back for money.
He say, he sell good,
for good price.
"Come on. We have party,"
he say. "I buy you drinks."
I go for drink.
Two, three glass wine.
I say,
"Now you pay me money."
Mike Figlia say,
"Sure, I'm gonna pay.
Have another glass wine."
Two fellas from market,
they say, "Come on, pop."
So, we drinks lots of wine.
I laugh, I feel good.
I have good time.
I think how happy
Mama gonna be when I come home...
throw money like leaves
all over the floor.
Don't remember no more.
All I know is,
here it hurt. It hurt.
For long time, he don't believe his legs gone.
He think new legs will grow.
Don't you know
how it happened?
They find truck
turned over in ditch.
Yeah, they find me,
but they don't find money.
I think Mike Figlia,
he don't pay.
I telephone Mr. Figlia in San Francisco,
he say he pay.
- He no pay.
- My father saw a lawyer.
- He say, forget all about.
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