Crime Story (1986–1988): Season 1, Episode 17 - The Battle of Las Vegas - full transcript
A general strike hits Las Vegas casinos. Luca decides to get the strike leaders on his side one way or the other. Meanwhile, Torello's team must track down a gang that bombing and setting fires to both casinos and the picket lines.
NARRATOR: This week
on "Crime Story."
-Why'd you split up
with your husband?
-The old story.
I guess we just grew apart.
My being a dancer didn't help.
I work all night, look after
my daughter in the day.
We just never saw each other.
-I know how that goes.
[indistinct chatter]
-I don't think it's
ever one thing that
really wrecks a
marriage, do you?
-Different people,
different circumstances.
But the same pain.
[sighing] Aside from
you're not having children,
I think we have a lot in common.
-Oh, yeah?
-Mm-hm.
-I guess so.
Listen if, uh, if I
ordered us another drink,
do you think that we can
carry this conversation
on after your curfew?
-It could be an all-nighter.
-Huh.
[foreboding music]
[indistinct chatter]
[crashing]
[screaming]
[THEME MUSIC DEL SHANNON,
"RUNAWAY"]
[shouting]
[car engine]
[coughing]
-The union is trying
to muscle us now.
Hell, you'd think we were
back on the Jersey waterfront.
But I say, the Nevada casino
owners has got to hang tough.
-I agree with Mr. Stark.
We band together, we
can hold the line.
-Even if that means a
long and costly strike?
MAN: It won't come to that.
-How do you know?
MAN: I have contacts in
the accounting department
of the Resort Workers
Union Chicago Offices.
They have a very
small strike fund.
-Then what are we
getting excited about?
We hang tough and
kick some tail.
I say, let's bust this
union once and for all.
-I agree also we hang
tough like Willie here,
we could own this town.
-You bet.
-All right.
[chuckling]
[car beeping]
LUCA: See, Mr. Mahoney--
-Slim.
I don't know any Mr. Mahoney.
-Slim.
We know your union is a
tough and determined group.
-Yeah, we're real tough.
When you're negotiating
for people's livelihood,
you better be.
-[laughing]
Let me tell you where
I'm coming from.
The cash used to finance
and purchase The Lucky Star
is union money.
Working guys like you.
You own this casino with
money from their pension fund.
Now I'm just a custodian.
And uh, I'd be slapping
these guys in the teeth
if I decided to haul down.
That's why I've got to sign
this contract with you.
But everybody else in this
town is going to hang tough.
-The other owners aren't going
to be too happy about that.
-I'm not worried
about their happiness.
We know your strike
fund is shallow.
-I am on the board
of the Midwest
Employees Union Pension Fund.
I know many, many people
in the union movement.
-We've got a
proposition for you.
-The Midwest
employees can channel
a major loan into
your strike fund.
And none of their people
working in this town
will cross your picket lines.
-No truck deliveries
means no food,
or beverages, no
linens, no cigarettes.
The casinos will be
brought to their knees.
-We're in a very,
very competitive
business, Mr. Mahoney.
We're in competition
with the other casinos.
-I'm a union man.
You know what that is?
No, you don't.
You only know what a union
lackey is, because you've
been pushing them
around back East.
Well out here, we don't let
two-bit gangsters tell us
how to run our
strikes or our union.
Kapice?
[car engine]
[screaming]
-In the union's history,
is there any evidence
of firebombing or
mob infiltration?
-No, just the usual brawls
between strikers and scabs.
That's about it.
-Normal labor disputes?
-Wages, of course.
Sometimes improved benefits.
-We've got a murder, Mike.
-Who and where?
-Slim Mahoney.
President of the
Resort Workers Union.
In a parking lot off The Strip.
Guy was busted all up.
-Looks like a hit and run.
-Any witnesses?
-Not yet.
-Sounds like Ray Luca wants
to get himself a union.
-If he gets a hold
of that union,
he'll have the resort owners
eating out of his hands.
-He'll buy them out.
Double, triple the skim.
-Only we're not going
to let that happen.
-Walter, you and
Nate talk to the guy
that was firebombed yesterday.
And talk to the pickets.
See where the pressure
is coming from.
Danny, you and Joey coordinate
with the Las Vegas Arson Unit.
Tell them we want
to work with him.
Did he have any family?
-A wife.
She identified the
body at the scene.
-David, tomorrow
you and I will go
see her and see what
she can tell us.
BRENDA: Well, he was
a fighter, damn it.
He didn't lay down for anybody.
When he was a
longshoreman in Frisco,
he stood toe to toe with
strike breakers and scabs.
And do you know what it got him?
He couldn't find a decent
job for five years.
But that didn't stop him.
He turned this sorry excuse
of a union into something
the workers could be proud of.
-Then if we were being pressured
by outsiders, he would resist?
-Of course.
-Did your husband
mention anything unusual
that might have happened
in the past few weeks?
-No.
Nothing at all.
-Well, tell me.
Did you notice anything unusual
in your husband's behavior?
Any mood shifts?
-No.
What is it you want to know?
-Everything about
your husband's union.
His friends and his enemies.
-Slim didn't enemies.
-Fighters usually
do, Mrs. Mahoney.
-Well, if you did have enemies,
he never talked about them.
-Mrs. Mahoney, we're trying
to find your husband's killer.
Please help us out.
Now within the union, who was
your husband's opposition?
-Sam Taylor.
He was vice president.
Acting president now.
There's got to be another
election in 10 days.
-Would Taylor have been
Slim's choice to succeed him?
-No.
Roger Jankowski was
his right-hand man.
They came up together.
He taught Roger everything
about the union movement.
Roger looked up to Slim.
-Did anything happen
between Jankowski and Slim
in the past few weeks?
Any argument--
-They were best friends.
Roger's got to be
devastated by this.
-Did Taylor cause your
husband any problems?
-Not that I know of.
But um, Sam is real competitive.
-Sam, I can't tell you
how sorry I am about Slim.
-It's a real loss to our union.
I got some pretty
big shoes to fill.
-Come on.
Word out here,
you're the right man.
Sit down.
Let's talk.
You know, Sam, I
think I know who
ordered the death
of your friend.
-Yeah?
And who was that?
-You're not going to like this.
The Nevada Resort Association.
They're trying to
break your union.
By murdering a
die-hard like Mahoney,
it's they're way of getting a
message to the rank and file.
-Well, that's only
going to unify us.
-Are you sure about that?
-What are you
getting at, Mr. Luca?
-Do you want to
win that election?
Stay president of the union?
-I worked my whole
life to run this union.
-Sam, if uh, you could deliver
the money to the strike fund,
and then a great
contract, would that
cinch the election for you?
-If I could deliver
money to the strike fund,
and a good contract, there's no
way I could lose that election.
-I could deliver these
things to you, Sam.
Think we can do business?
-What kind of business?
-I'd be your, uh,
silent partner.
You know, help
you run the union.
-Yeah.
I think we could make
a deal, Mr. Luca.
-[laughing]
TAYLOR: You guys
know management's
going to throw everything
they got at us.
They're already
bringing in scabs.
MAN: That's right.
-You know what else?
I think they killed
Slim Mahoney.
[crowd chattering]
-So who's crying
about a fire bombing?
Not me.
I say pour on the gas.
[cheering]
[booing]
MAN: Sit down.
MAN: Boo.
[cheering]
MAN: Get off the stage.
-Sam Taylor said his piece.
Now give me a
chance to say mine.
MAN: Yeah, let him talk.
-That's right.
JANKOWSKI: Slim Mahoney
would be ashamed of us.
Cheering fire bombs.
You know what kind
of people those are?
You know what they
bring in with them?
Huh?
The mob.
MAN: Yeah.
That's right.
We don't want 'em.
JANKOWSKI: Is that who you
want in control of this union?
MAN: No.
No way.
-You end up with
spit for a contract,
because they'll sell
you out in a minute.
-Don't preach to us
about Slim Mahoney.
-Yeah?
What do you know about
Mahoney's death, Jankowski?
-You come up here and
say that to my face.
Let me see who you are.
MAN: Yeah, shut up.
Who's the muscle man now?
-I ain't opposed to any man
who stands tall for this union.
We need a contract
we can live with it.
(SCREAMING) But Sam
Taylor doesn't give
a damn about this
strike, and never has.
MAN: Not true.
-Slim Mahoney was
my closest friend.
He taught me what being
a union man means.
It means standing
up for you rights.
MAN: Yeah, yeah.
-So, yeah.
We've got a right to
a decent contract.
We also got a right
to a decent union.
[cheering]
-And a contract is for today.
But the union is for a lifetime.
[cheering]
-Mr. Jankowski, we'll probably
get everyone behind you.
-Yeah, terrific.
You can count on us.
-Mr. Jankowski.
David Abrams,
Department of Justice.
This is Agent Torello.
We'd like to speak with you.
-Yeah?
-We heard you speak upstairs.
So you really believe
that, uh, your union's
been infiltrated by
a criminal element?
We'd like any information
you can give us.
Anything you've seen or heard.
-This union is clean.
I got nothing to say to you.
-Even if it involves your
friend Slim Mahoney's murder.
-If I ever find out who killed
him, I'm gonna break his neck.
-Oh, I have a pretty good
idea of who killed him.
JANKOWSKI: Who?
-We work together,
Mr. Jankowski.
-What do you want from me?
-Cooperation.
Let us helps you keep
your union clean.
-We can take care of our own.
-These aren't choir
boys, Jankowski.
-If federal investigators start
sniffing around our union,
everybody's going to
think we're already dirty.
We can't have that.
-You are already dirty.
Your president
has been murdered.
Do you have any idea who
you're dealing with here?
-Are you trying to scare me?
My name is in the phone book.
Anybody can find me.
And I'm going to tell
you what I tell everybody
else who shoves
into our business.
Back off and leave us alone.
-Mr. Jankowski, we're
in the phone book too.
[car engine]
[indistinct speech]
[crash]
[shouting]
DANNY: Give me my burger
there, will you Nate?
-Danny, what you find out
from the bomb and arson guys?
-Oh, just technical information.
That's all they could give me.
You know, molotov cocktails,
black powder bombs.
That sort of thing.
I could have told you that.
And there's nothing on that
bomb we can latch onto either.
-Who's buying black power?
-In this town?
It seems like
anybody who wants it.
Give me my onion
rings, will you?
-Hey, where'd you get that beer?
-Over there.
-You didn't get me one?
-No, I didn't get you one.
Look, my feet hurt.
I've been walking all
over this town all day.
-Quit fooling around, and go
talk to every restaurant owner
and casino owner in town
who's been picketed.
Meanwhile, Counsellor Abrams
has something for you guys.
-Pass these out, will you?
Photo line ups.
Known union infiltrators,
arsonists, bombists.
Give them to the owners.
You'll find out if any of these
guys have been leaning on them.
All right?
-Yeah.
-Let's hope we get somebody
identified before everybody
in this town is
on Luca's payroll.
[indistinct chatter]
-Boss.
-What?
-[inaudible].
[music playing]
FRANK: (SINGING) --little
dog when your big dog's gone.
When the big doggie
gets up, I'm gonna
see what that
little puppy's done.
Yeah, what it's done.
Woof, woof.
-All right.
Frank Holman.
FRANK: (SINGING)
Well, I'm sitting here
wondering if the
catbox will be my home.
I ain't got no grandma, but
I got a long way to go home.
-What do you want to do, Boss?
Should I go grab him?
-No, wait.
I've got a meeting
to attend to first.
Later, Pauli.
FRANK: (SINGING)
Well, I'm sitting here
wondering if a catbox
will be my home.
Yeah.
I'm sitting here wondering
if a catbox will be my home.
I ain't got no grandma,
but a long, long way to go.
[tepid applause]
-I got lucky.
-With what?
-A make on the bomb.
We talked to some picketers,
and the [inaudible]
guy's throwing
his weight around.
-Who is it?
-It's Zack Lowman.
-So this guy's our bomber?
-I'm hoping he's Luca's bomber.
-Mr. Stark, we're trying
to offer you some help.
LUCA: I can put an
end to the strike,
and deliver a contract
you can live with.
-You can do this?
LUCA: I can do it.
But I want to be your partner.
[scoffs]
Look at your joint downstairs.
You got no action at all.
And your entertainment?
It stinks. [laughs] So
what do you say, fellas?
Let's get together and
make some money, huh?
-No deal.
-Willie.
Willie, sit down, please.
-Yeah, sit down, Willie.
You're making me nervous.
-Damn, John, how
can you be so naive?
You can do this.
The guy's connected.
Look at this.
A midnight meeting
with the boys who've
been trying to push us around.
You gotta get hit
with a bar towel
to know you're in a bar, John?
This guy stinks.
I've seen his kind before.
PAULI: Your remarks are
out of line, Mr. Stark.
All we're doing
here is presenting
you with a business proposal.
-Yeah.
A business proposal.
No more pickets, Willie.
-Suppose I don't want to
hear your business proposals?
-Willie, will you please shut
up and let me the man talk?
Please, Willie?
-Come on, Willie.
I'm really a great guy.
And ask Pauli here.
-We think we can help
negotiate an end to the strike.
-Yeah?
How soon?
-Could take awhile.
A couple of hours, maybe.
A whole day even.
-[laughing]
PAULI: In exchange,
we'd like 35% ownership
of your establishment
and control of gaming.
-What?
-[laughing]
-Get outta here.
You're nothing but a
couple of extortionists.
Get out of my casino
before I throw you out.
-Good luck, Willie.
I mean, really.
Absolutely the best of luck.
-He's really a terrific guy.
[car engine]
-[grunting]
-Get that sack off.
It's time to tell
me your story, son.
-Look, I did it to
protect you, Ray.
LUCA: Yeah?
-If you got indicted, I
figured if I was to finger
your with Torello, he'd get off.
Because--
-Because why?
FRANK: Because Torello would
have to defend himself, right?
No jury in their
right mind is going
to take my word
against Torello's.
-Keep talking.
FRANK: I knew [inaudible] case
against [inaudible] fall apart.
Did anybody go to jail?
Huh?
I mean, we're all here, right?
I'm rocking, you're
rolling, and this
is the way it's going to stay.
What are you doing in Vegas?
-Well, I always wanted
to get on the stage.
[inaudible]
Grooving is my new way of life.
Besides, you know,
making some real money.
I mean, I knew you was here.
I wanted to get back in.
[inaudible], you flung me out to
this hick town in Pennsylvania.
Intercourse, Pennsylvania.
There's nothing but
these Amish dudes.
Right, with beards and hats,
and horses and buggies.
I thought I was
in Hebrew school.
-I didn't know me was Jewish.
-Look, Ray, I swear to God, man.
It's the truth.
-Put the sack back on his head.
-Aw, Ray, man, this is not cool.
I'm just now getting
my act together.
Ray.
Ray.
Come on, Ray.
[gunshots]
-[screaming]
-Take the sack off.
-Mother of God, I
made it to heaven.
-Wrong, Frank.
You're in hell with
the rest of us.
[laughing] Help him up, Pauli.
Welcome back, Frank.
Cut him loose.
Let's go out and
get a drink, huh?
[smack]
-What you do that for?
-I owed you one.
-I thought we was buddies.
-Yeah, well, buddy up on that.
I give up.
-He ain't gonna have that.
-Did you eat the last cupcake?
-What?
No.
-There's our bombers.
-Come on.
Let's go.
[engine revving]
[interposing voices]
[traffic]
[indistinct chatter]
MAN: Decent wages is
all we're asking for.
Come on, don't cross the line.
[indistinct chatter]
-Joey, call Mike.
I'll stay with them.
[background conversations]
[car horn]
[indistinct conversation]
-Damn it.
-Unfair.
[car beeping]
MAN: Please don't
cross the line.
-Where are they?
-I lost them in this crowd.
-There they are.
-Mike.
One of them had a
package when he came in.
He doesn't have it now.
-Stay here to check it out.
Walter [inaudible].
Come on, let's go.
MAN: Hey!
Hey.
[men shouting]
[gunshots]
[gunshots]
[gunshots]
[shouting, shrieking]
-They left a bomb on the casino.
Let's go.
-Move let's go.
-Excuse me.
The police want everybody
out of here right now.
Right now.
-[inaudible].
-Roll them outside,
unless you want
to hang around for
a real [inaudible].
-Move.
Let's go.
Let's go.
Keep moving.
Come on, move on now.
-Come on, everybody out.
-Come on, let's go.
Come on.
Out.
[indistinct chatter]
-Get these people out of here.
-Let's go.
Let's go, Mike.
WOMAN: I'm never
coming back here.
-What do you think, Danny?
-Well, there's no time to
wait for a fluoroscope.
-You sure you want to fool
around with this thing?
The casino's clear, but
not the upstairs rooms.
This thing could
be powerful enough
to blow through the ceiling.
Yeah, it's got to be
done right now, Mike.
-All right.
What do you need?
-Clear everybody out of here.
Get me any kind of rope
or cord you can find.
-Joey, what's your next move?
-Check for any
anti-disturbance devices.
-And how the hell
will you do that?
-Want to hang around and see?
-Want to pay me the
money you owe me?
-You better clear outta here.
[dramatic music]
[crash]
[ticking]
-We can help you with
stuff like this, Stark.
-Take your men and
get the hell out.
I handle my problems
without anyone's help.
-What do you mean, no money?
-Hey, bomb don't go off,
the bomber don't get paid.
-Hey, it ain't my fault
that the cops found it.
You pay me for my labor,
but not the result.
-Listen, you're confusing me.
Say me and you are gonna
burn a peak, right?
And you're gonna do the burn.
You can't light the torch,
we make no bread, right?
-No, no.
It ain't the same.
I had to make the bomb.
I don't like getting stiffed.
-Stiffed, huh?
You know you had a chance to
work for Ray Luca and blew it?
I think Luca got stiffed.
-The bomb got placed.
Give me my money.
-How do I know the
bomb would've went off?
-What's the matter with you?
-Ah, you can't take a joke, huh?
I got what you want right here.
[gunshots]
-Boom.
-You ever play any chess, Sam?
-Is that anything like checkers?
-You know, I appreciate
your cooperation, Sam.
-I'm getting a little impatient.
-[inaudible].
Call on the strike, Sam.
It's time to deliver
your people a contract.
-What kind of contract?
-The contract I
selected for your union.
-We getting what we've been
asking for from the owners?
-Not quite.
You're going to lower you
demands from 8% to 4%.
And then the owners
are going to be happy.
-The rank and file aren't
going to be happy, Mr. Luca.
-The rank and file isn't
our concern, is it, Sam?
-But what about the election?
-Are you saying you can't
be Jankowski in the election
if you deliver that contract?
-Well, this Jankowski,
he's a popular guy.
I don't know.
-You let me worry
about Jankowski.
You just deliver the contract.
Your workers are a
cinch to vote for it.
You just tell them that,
um, along with the contract,
you're delivering
me and everything
I can bring to your union.
Respect, and more money
than you've ever known.
We'll control jobs,
increase the membership.
And eventually, the
politicians will be ours.
Come on, Sam.
You'll win the election.
With us behind you,
you can't lose.
Pauli, get him a drink.
Sit down, Willie.
You're going to
make Pauli nervous.
-You're, uh, going to end
this strike, right, Mr. Luca?
-Yeah, sure.
I'll deliver.
-Considering you've come around
and you see things our way,
we'll do you some
good on the contract.
-I've already written up the
papers for your signatures.
Keep the pens.
-Hey, mine says 51%, but
you said 35%-- his says 35%.
What's going on?
-We take 35% in control of
gaming from slobs, Willie.
But from tough
guys, we take 51%.
But that doesn't mean anything.
Look at it this way.
At least now, we're partners.
So what do you say, fellows?
Let's get together and
cut up some bred, huh?
OK?
You happy?
You happy?
You?
I'm happy.
[gunfire]
POLICE: Are you all
right, Mr. Jankowski?
I'm with the Justice
Department Task Force.
You can come out now.
-You all right?
-Yeah.
All right.
Get your family together now.
We're going to get
you outta here.
-I got them here
as fast as I could.
The local police
are at the house.
-Good.
I,
-I, uh, I got to
protect my family.
I need your help.
-We need yours too.
You're safe here.
Taylor was selling us out.
He--he's calling the
men in off the line.
-Take Mrs. Jankowski and
the kids to the room.
Call in Walter and Danny.
Make sure they're
safe and comfortable.
-Thank you.
We're going to lose it all.
Contract, the union, everything.
-No you're not.
There's still an election.
-Taylor has got some
kind of mob backing.
-How do you know that?
-Because I was-- I was
making up a financial report,
so I took a look
at the union books.
There's a deposit
into the strike fund.
$250,000 loan from the
Midwest Employees Union.
-Nothing illegal about that.
JANKOWSKI: That's not the point.
There's two withdrawals.
$10,000 each made by Sam Taylor.
-Two bombings, two withdrawals.
You got the dates?
-Right here.
-Yeah.
Yeah.
Both since Mahoney died.
-What, did these
bombs get paid COD?
-Why would Taylor
pay the bombers?
-Luca.
Very, very smart move.
I will never get back to him.
Where are these ledgers?
-They're at the union hall.
-I'm sure he's going to
try and juggle the books,
but he hasn't yet.
-Let's go get the ledgers.
There's a lot of
Taylor's men around,
so we've got to be careful.
-Yeah, we know.
-We've been had, damn it.
But if we get one of the
bombers, we've got Luca.
-I'm glad you called me.
Tell me how I can help you.
-When I spoke with you before,
I wasn't completely honest.
I was scared.
-You're still scared.
Of what?
-I was threatened.
Told to keep my mouth shut
about any union business.
I'm sorry.
I should have told you
before because I really
don't want Roger
to lose this union.
-Who threatened you?
-One of Taylor's men.
Zack Lowman.
-Where?
-He came to the house right
after Slim was killed.
He said the union
was Taylor's now,
and if I did anything to ruin
it, they'd come back for me.
-What do you know
that scares them?
-You asked me to help you
find my husband's killer.
I am not saying
that Taylor did it.
I don't know that.
But he's mixed up in it somehow.
He and Slim had been fighting.
They argued right here
in the house one night.
-What did they argue about?
-The contract.
Taylor wanted to sell
out to the hotel owners.
He and Slim had been
fighting about it for weeks,
and Slim was really
upset about it.
-Mrs. Mahoney, thank
you telling me this.
-Please, I'm really
scared. [crying]
-It's going to be all right.
It'll be all right.
[barking]
[dog barking]
-Wake up, Zack.
--[mumbling] You
got the wrong guy.
Please don't kill me.
-I'm trying hard not to, you
cheap punk, but it ain't easy.
All right, you guys.
Look, whatever you want.
Whatever you want.
Please don't hurt me.
-Maybe you should
put out the word
that Zack's working
for us now, huh?
-Definitely.
-But what do you want?
-We already got what we want.
You.
The question is, what are you
going to do to keep us happy?
-I make you happy,
or I make me dead.
-Not in protective custody.
-No way.
-No is no longer
in your vocabulary.
Now you either
play ball with us,
or we send back to
your friend Ray Luca.
What do you want to do?
-All right.
All right.
I'll give you the goods on Luca.
You just lock me up
where he can't get me.
TAYLOR: To deliver the contract
is more important to us right
now than anything
we've ever had.
Now, sure, some of you say
we could have got more.
MAN: That contract stinks.
-But what we do
have is our jobs.
We're not out walking
the picket line.
We've got backing
now we've never had.
The people behind us
are for the working man.
They ain't afraid to
tango with management
over what's best for us.
[shouting]
-They gave us a loan we needed.
With their help, we
control more jobs,
and our benefits won't be cut.
We'll be working for
a decent hourly wage.
And there will be guarantees
built into the contract.
Union brothers.
With the support we have now--
MAN: You're selling us out.
- --we can trust in our future.
[applause]
-We caught a break.
I thought for sure,
they'd try to stop us.
-Get back.
Don't come down here.
-You ain't coming
in here, Jankowski.
-I said don't come down here.
Back up.
Move.
-Now, tonight we
go to the polls.
And I'm asking you.
I'm asking you to
vote prosperity.
I'm asking you to
vote for Taylor.
[applause]
[booing]
-Now it seems to me that this
other candidate don't even
care enough about you
folks to show up on time.
-Hold on a minute.
Hold on a minute.
-Who the hell are you?
AGENT: Federal agent with
some information for you.
-This guy's got
something to say.
You better all listen to him.
-My name is Abrams.
I want you to know who
you're selling out to.
A mobster.
Ray Luca.
Ray Luca.
He's already responsible
for swallowing
two hotels during your strike.
MAN: Shut up and listen.
-You've been spoon fed a new
contact by Luca's boy here,
bought and paid for by the mob.
You like elect Taylor,
you're electing Luca.
You elect Luca into your
union, you're finished.
Your union will be dead.
You let Luca in, you'll be lost.
They'll be eating
the crumbs that he
brushes off the
table onto his floor.
-Let's go.
They should have
been here by now.
-You can turn it around.
Roger Jankowski's your answer.
He's of you, and he is for you.
MAN: That's right.
ABRAM: It's Jankowski.
MEN: (CHANTING) Jankowski.
Jankowski.
Jankowski.
Jankowski.
Jankowski.
Jankowski.
Jankowski.
Jankowski.
Jankowski.
Jankowski.
Jankowski.
Jankowski.
-Luca may have two more casinos,
but he doesn't get this union.
MEN: (CHANTING) Jankowski.
Jankowski.
Jankowski.
[theme music]
on "Crime Story."
-Why'd you split up
with your husband?
-The old story.
I guess we just grew apart.
My being a dancer didn't help.
I work all night, look after
my daughter in the day.
We just never saw each other.
-I know how that goes.
[indistinct chatter]
-I don't think it's
ever one thing that
really wrecks a
marriage, do you?
-Different people,
different circumstances.
But the same pain.
[sighing] Aside from
you're not having children,
I think we have a lot in common.
-Oh, yeah?
-Mm-hm.
-I guess so.
Listen if, uh, if I
ordered us another drink,
do you think that we can
carry this conversation
on after your curfew?
-It could be an all-nighter.
-Huh.
[foreboding music]
[indistinct chatter]
[crashing]
[screaming]
[THEME MUSIC DEL SHANNON,
"RUNAWAY"]
[shouting]
[car engine]
[coughing]
-The union is trying
to muscle us now.
Hell, you'd think we were
back on the Jersey waterfront.
But I say, the Nevada casino
owners has got to hang tough.
-I agree with Mr. Stark.
We band together, we
can hold the line.
-Even if that means a
long and costly strike?
MAN: It won't come to that.
-How do you know?
MAN: I have contacts in
the accounting department
of the Resort Workers
Union Chicago Offices.
They have a very
small strike fund.
-Then what are we
getting excited about?
We hang tough and
kick some tail.
I say, let's bust this
union once and for all.
-I agree also we hang
tough like Willie here,
we could own this town.
-You bet.
-All right.
[chuckling]
[car beeping]
LUCA: See, Mr. Mahoney--
-Slim.
I don't know any Mr. Mahoney.
-Slim.
We know your union is a
tough and determined group.
-Yeah, we're real tough.
When you're negotiating
for people's livelihood,
you better be.
-[laughing]
Let me tell you where
I'm coming from.
The cash used to finance
and purchase The Lucky Star
is union money.
Working guys like you.
You own this casino with
money from their pension fund.
Now I'm just a custodian.
And uh, I'd be slapping
these guys in the teeth
if I decided to haul down.
That's why I've got to sign
this contract with you.
But everybody else in this
town is going to hang tough.
-The other owners aren't going
to be too happy about that.
-I'm not worried
about their happiness.
We know your strike
fund is shallow.
-I am on the board
of the Midwest
Employees Union Pension Fund.
I know many, many people
in the union movement.
-We've got a
proposition for you.
-The Midwest
employees can channel
a major loan into
your strike fund.
And none of their people
working in this town
will cross your picket lines.
-No truck deliveries
means no food,
or beverages, no
linens, no cigarettes.
The casinos will be
brought to their knees.
-We're in a very,
very competitive
business, Mr. Mahoney.
We're in competition
with the other casinos.
-I'm a union man.
You know what that is?
No, you don't.
You only know what a union
lackey is, because you've
been pushing them
around back East.
Well out here, we don't let
two-bit gangsters tell us
how to run our
strikes or our union.
Kapice?
[car engine]
[screaming]
-In the union's history,
is there any evidence
of firebombing or
mob infiltration?
-No, just the usual brawls
between strikers and scabs.
That's about it.
-Normal labor disputes?
-Wages, of course.
Sometimes improved benefits.
-We've got a murder, Mike.
-Who and where?
-Slim Mahoney.
President of the
Resort Workers Union.
In a parking lot off The Strip.
Guy was busted all up.
-Looks like a hit and run.
-Any witnesses?
-Not yet.
-Sounds like Ray Luca wants
to get himself a union.
-If he gets a hold
of that union,
he'll have the resort owners
eating out of his hands.
-He'll buy them out.
Double, triple the skim.
-Only we're not going
to let that happen.
-Walter, you and
Nate talk to the guy
that was firebombed yesterday.
And talk to the pickets.
See where the pressure
is coming from.
Danny, you and Joey coordinate
with the Las Vegas Arson Unit.
Tell them we want
to work with him.
Did he have any family?
-A wife.
She identified the
body at the scene.
-David, tomorrow
you and I will go
see her and see what
she can tell us.
BRENDA: Well, he was
a fighter, damn it.
He didn't lay down for anybody.
When he was a
longshoreman in Frisco,
he stood toe to toe with
strike breakers and scabs.
And do you know what it got him?
He couldn't find a decent
job for five years.
But that didn't stop him.
He turned this sorry excuse
of a union into something
the workers could be proud of.
-Then if we were being pressured
by outsiders, he would resist?
-Of course.
-Did your husband
mention anything unusual
that might have happened
in the past few weeks?
-No.
Nothing at all.
-Well, tell me.
Did you notice anything unusual
in your husband's behavior?
Any mood shifts?
-No.
What is it you want to know?
-Everything about
your husband's union.
His friends and his enemies.
-Slim didn't enemies.
-Fighters usually
do, Mrs. Mahoney.
-Well, if you did have enemies,
he never talked about them.
-Mrs. Mahoney, we're trying
to find your husband's killer.
Please help us out.
Now within the union, who was
your husband's opposition?
-Sam Taylor.
He was vice president.
Acting president now.
There's got to be another
election in 10 days.
-Would Taylor have been
Slim's choice to succeed him?
-No.
Roger Jankowski was
his right-hand man.
They came up together.
He taught Roger everything
about the union movement.
Roger looked up to Slim.
-Did anything happen
between Jankowski and Slim
in the past few weeks?
Any argument--
-They were best friends.
Roger's got to be
devastated by this.
-Did Taylor cause your
husband any problems?
-Not that I know of.
But um, Sam is real competitive.
-Sam, I can't tell you
how sorry I am about Slim.
-It's a real loss to our union.
I got some pretty
big shoes to fill.
-Come on.
Word out here,
you're the right man.
Sit down.
Let's talk.
You know, Sam, I
think I know who
ordered the death
of your friend.
-Yeah?
And who was that?
-You're not going to like this.
The Nevada Resort Association.
They're trying to
break your union.
By murdering a
die-hard like Mahoney,
it's they're way of getting a
message to the rank and file.
-Well, that's only
going to unify us.
-Are you sure about that?
-What are you
getting at, Mr. Luca?
-Do you want to
win that election?
Stay president of the union?
-I worked my whole
life to run this union.
-Sam, if uh, you could deliver
the money to the strike fund,
and then a great
contract, would that
cinch the election for you?
-If I could deliver
money to the strike fund,
and a good contract, there's no
way I could lose that election.
-I could deliver these
things to you, Sam.
Think we can do business?
-What kind of business?
-I'd be your, uh,
silent partner.
You know, help
you run the union.
-Yeah.
I think we could make
a deal, Mr. Luca.
-[laughing]
TAYLOR: You guys
know management's
going to throw everything
they got at us.
They're already
bringing in scabs.
MAN: That's right.
-You know what else?
I think they killed
Slim Mahoney.
[crowd chattering]
-So who's crying
about a fire bombing?
Not me.
I say pour on the gas.
[cheering]
[booing]
MAN: Sit down.
MAN: Boo.
[cheering]
MAN: Get off the stage.
-Sam Taylor said his piece.
Now give me a
chance to say mine.
MAN: Yeah, let him talk.
-That's right.
JANKOWSKI: Slim Mahoney
would be ashamed of us.
Cheering fire bombs.
You know what kind
of people those are?
You know what they
bring in with them?
Huh?
The mob.
MAN: Yeah.
That's right.
We don't want 'em.
JANKOWSKI: Is that who you
want in control of this union?
MAN: No.
No way.
-You end up with
spit for a contract,
because they'll sell
you out in a minute.
-Don't preach to us
about Slim Mahoney.
-Yeah?
What do you know about
Mahoney's death, Jankowski?
-You come up here and
say that to my face.
Let me see who you are.
MAN: Yeah, shut up.
Who's the muscle man now?
-I ain't opposed to any man
who stands tall for this union.
We need a contract
we can live with it.
(SCREAMING) But Sam
Taylor doesn't give
a damn about this
strike, and never has.
MAN: Not true.
-Slim Mahoney was
my closest friend.
He taught me what being
a union man means.
It means standing
up for you rights.
MAN: Yeah, yeah.
-So, yeah.
We've got a right to
a decent contract.
We also got a right
to a decent union.
[cheering]
-And a contract is for today.
But the union is for a lifetime.
[cheering]
-Mr. Jankowski, we'll probably
get everyone behind you.
-Yeah, terrific.
You can count on us.
-Mr. Jankowski.
David Abrams,
Department of Justice.
This is Agent Torello.
We'd like to speak with you.
-Yeah?
-We heard you speak upstairs.
So you really believe
that, uh, your union's
been infiltrated by
a criminal element?
We'd like any information
you can give us.
Anything you've seen or heard.
-This union is clean.
I got nothing to say to you.
-Even if it involves your
friend Slim Mahoney's murder.
-If I ever find out who killed
him, I'm gonna break his neck.
-Oh, I have a pretty good
idea of who killed him.
JANKOWSKI: Who?
-We work together,
Mr. Jankowski.
-What do you want from me?
-Cooperation.
Let us helps you keep
your union clean.
-We can take care of our own.
-These aren't choir
boys, Jankowski.
-If federal investigators start
sniffing around our union,
everybody's going to
think we're already dirty.
We can't have that.
-You are already dirty.
Your president
has been murdered.
Do you have any idea who
you're dealing with here?
-Are you trying to scare me?
My name is in the phone book.
Anybody can find me.
And I'm going to tell
you what I tell everybody
else who shoves
into our business.
Back off and leave us alone.
-Mr. Jankowski, we're
in the phone book too.
[car engine]
[indistinct speech]
[crash]
[shouting]
DANNY: Give me my burger
there, will you Nate?
-Danny, what you find out
from the bomb and arson guys?
-Oh, just technical information.
That's all they could give me.
You know, molotov cocktails,
black powder bombs.
That sort of thing.
I could have told you that.
And there's nothing on that
bomb we can latch onto either.
-Who's buying black power?
-In this town?
It seems like
anybody who wants it.
Give me my onion
rings, will you?
-Hey, where'd you get that beer?
-Over there.
-You didn't get me one?
-No, I didn't get you one.
Look, my feet hurt.
I've been walking all
over this town all day.
-Quit fooling around, and go
talk to every restaurant owner
and casino owner in town
who's been picketed.
Meanwhile, Counsellor Abrams
has something for you guys.
-Pass these out, will you?
Photo line ups.
Known union infiltrators,
arsonists, bombists.
Give them to the owners.
You'll find out if any of these
guys have been leaning on them.
All right?
-Yeah.
-Let's hope we get somebody
identified before everybody
in this town is
on Luca's payroll.
[indistinct chatter]
-Boss.
-What?
-[inaudible].
[music playing]
FRANK: (SINGING) --little
dog when your big dog's gone.
When the big doggie
gets up, I'm gonna
see what that
little puppy's done.
Yeah, what it's done.
Woof, woof.
-All right.
Frank Holman.
FRANK: (SINGING)
Well, I'm sitting here
wondering if the
catbox will be my home.
I ain't got no grandma, but
I got a long way to go home.
-What do you want to do, Boss?
Should I go grab him?
-No, wait.
I've got a meeting
to attend to first.
Later, Pauli.
FRANK: (SINGING)
Well, I'm sitting here
wondering if a catbox
will be my home.
Yeah.
I'm sitting here wondering
if a catbox will be my home.
I ain't got no grandma,
but a long, long way to go.
[tepid applause]
-I got lucky.
-With what?
-A make on the bomb.
We talked to some picketers,
and the [inaudible]
guy's throwing
his weight around.
-Who is it?
-It's Zack Lowman.
-So this guy's our bomber?
-I'm hoping he's Luca's bomber.
-Mr. Stark, we're trying
to offer you some help.
LUCA: I can put an
end to the strike,
and deliver a contract
you can live with.
-You can do this?
LUCA: I can do it.
But I want to be your partner.
[scoffs]
Look at your joint downstairs.
You got no action at all.
And your entertainment?
It stinks. [laughs] So
what do you say, fellas?
Let's get together and
make some money, huh?
-No deal.
-Willie.
Willie, sit down, please.
-Yeah, sit down, Willie.
You're making me nervous.
-Damn, John, how
can you be so naive?
You can do this.
The guy's connected.
Look at this.
A midnight meeting
with the boys who've
been trying to push us around.
You gotta get hit
with a bar towel
to know you're in a bar, John?
This guy stinks.
I've seen his kind before.
PAULI: Your remarks are
out of line, Mr. Stark.
All we're doing
here is presenting
you with a business proposal.
-Yeah.
A business proposal.
No more pickets, Willie.
-Suppose I don't want to
hear your business proposals?
-Willie, will you please shut
up and let me the man talk?
Please, Willie?
-Come on, Willie.
I'm really a great guy.
And ask Pauli here.
-We think we can help
negotiate an end to the strike.
-Yeah?
How soon?
-Could take awhile.
A couple of hours, maybe.
A whole day even.
-[laughing]
PAULI: In exchange,
we'd like 35% ownership
of your establishment
and control of gaming.
-What?
-[laughing]
-Get outta here.
You're nothing but a
couple of extortionists.
Get out of my casino
before I throw you out.
-Good luck, Willie.
I mean, really.
Absolutely the best of luck.
-He's really a terrific guy.
[car engine]
-[grunting]
-Get that sack off.
It's time to tell
me your story, son.
-Look, I did it to
protect you, Ray.
LUCA: Yeah?
-If you got indicted, I
figured if I was to finger
your with Torello, he'd get off.
Because--
-Because why?
FRANK: Because Torello would
have to defend himself, right?
No jury in their
right mind is going
to take my word
against Torello's.
-Keep talking.
FRANK: I knew [inaudible] case
against [inaudible] fall apart.
Did anybody go to jail?
Huh?
I mean, we're all here, right?
I'm rocking, you're
rolling, and this
is the way it's going to stay.
What are you doing in Vegas?
-Well, I always wanted
to get on the stage.
[inaudible]
Grooving is my new way of life.
Besides, you know,
making some real money.
I mean, I knew you was here.
I wanted to get back in.
[inaudible], you flung me out to
this hick town in Pennsylvania.
Intercourse, Pennsylvania.
There's nothing but
these Amish dudes.
Right, with beards and hats,
and horses and buggies.
I thought I was
in Hebrew school.
-I didn't know me was Jewish.
-Look, Ray, I swear to God, man.
It's the truth.
-Put the sack back on his head.
-Aw, Ray, man, this is not cool.
I'm just now getting
my act together.
Ray.
Ray.
Come on, Ray.
[gunshots]
-[screaming]
-Take the sack off.
-Mother of God, I
made it to heaven.
-Wrong, Frank.
You're in hell with
the rest of us.
[laughing] Help him up, Pauli.
Welcome back, Frank.
Cut him loose.
Let's go out and
get a drink, huh?
[smack]
-What you do that for?
-I owed you one.
-I thought we was buddies.
-Yeah, well, buddy up on that.
I give up.
-He ain't gonna have that.
-Did you eat the last cupcake?
-What?
No.
-There's our bombers.
-Come on.
Let's go.
[engine revving]
[interposing voices]
[traffic]
[indistinct chatter]
MAN: Decent wages is
all we're asking for.
Come on, don't cross the line.
[indistinct chatter]
-Joey, call Mike.
I'll stay with them.
[background conversations]
[car horn]
[indistinct conversation]
-Damn it.
-Unfair.
[car beeping]
MAN: Please don't
cross the line.
-Where are they?
-I lost them in this crowd.
-There they are.
-Mike.
One of them had a
package when he came in.
He doesn't have it now.
-Stay here to check it out.
Walter [inaudible].
Come on, let's go.
MAN: Hey!
Hey.
[men shouting]
[gunshots]
[gunshots]
[gunshots]
[shouting, shrieking]
-They left a bomb on the casino.
Let's go.
-Move let's go.
-Excuse me.
The police want everybody
out of here right now.
Right now.
-[inaudible].
-Roll them outside,
unless you want
to hang around for
a real [inaudible].
-Move.
Let's go.
Let's go.
Keep moving.
Come on, move on now.
-Come on, everybody out.
-Come on, let's go.
Come on.
Out.
[indistinct chatter]
-Get these people out of here.
-Let's go.
Let's go, Mike.
WOMAN: I'm never
coming back here.
-What do you think, Danny?
-Well, there's no time to
wait for a fluoroscope.
-You sure you want to fool
around with this thing?
The casino's clear, but
not the upstairs rooms.
This thing could
be powerful enough
to blow through the ceiling.
Yeah, it's got to be
done right now, Mike.
-All right.
What do you need?
-Clear everybody out of here.
Get me any kind of rope
or cord you can find.
-Joey, what's your next move?
-Check for any
anti-disturbance devices.
-And how the hell
will you do that?
-Want to hang around and see?
-Want to pay me the
money you owe me?
-You better clear outta here.
[dramatic music]
[crash]
[ticking]
-We can help you with
stuff like this, Stark.
-Take your men and
get the hell out.
I handle my problems
without anyone's help.
-What do you mean, no money?
-Hey, bomb don't go off,
the bomber don't get paid.
-Hey, it ain't my fault
that the cops found it.
You pay me for my labor,
but not the result.
-Listen, you're confusing me.
Say me and you are gonna
burn a peak, right?
And you're gonna do the burn.
You can't light the torch,
we make no bread, right?
-No, no.
It ain't the same.
I had to make the bomb.
I don't like getting stiffed.
-Stiffed, huh?
You know you had a chance to
work for Ray Luca and blew it?
I think Luca got stiffed.
-The bomb got placed.
Give me my money.
-How do I know the
bomb would've went off?
-What's the matter with you?
-Ah, you can't take a joke, huh?
I got what you want right here.
[gunshots]
-Boom.
-You ever play any chess, Sam?
-Is that anything like checkers?
-You know, I appreciate
your cooperation, Sam.
-I'm getting a little impatient.
-[inaudible].
Call on the strike, Sam.
It's time to deliver
your people a contract.
-What kind of contract?
-The contract I
selected for your union.
-We getting what we've been
asking for from the owners?
-Not quite.
You're going to lower you
demands from 8% to 4%.
And then the owners
are going to be happy.
-The rank and file aren't
going to be happy, Mr. Luca.
-The rank and file isn't
our concern, is it, Sam?
-But what about the election?
-Are you saying you can't
be Jankowski in the election
if you deliver that contract?
-Well, this Jankowski,
he's a popular guy.
I don't know.
-You let me worry
about Jankowski.
You just deliver the contract.
Your workers are a
cinch to vote for it.
You just tell them that,
um, along with the contract,
you're delivering
me and everything
I can bring to your union.
Respect, and more money
than you've ever known.
We'll control jobs,
increase the membership.
And eventually, the
politicians will be ours.
Come on, Sam.
You'll win the election.
With us behind you,
you can't lose.
Pauli, get him a drink.
Sit down, Willie.
You're going to
make Pauli nervous.
-You're, uh, going to end
this strike, right, Mr. Luca?
-Yeah, sure.
I'll deliver.
-Considering you've come around
and you see things our way,
we'll do you some
good on the contract.
-I've already written up the
papers for your signatures.
Keep the pens.
-Hey, mine says 51%, but
you said 35%-- his says 35%.
What's going on?
-We take 35% in control of
gaming from slobs, Willie.
But from tough
guys, we take 51%.
But that doesn't mean anything.
Look at it this way.
At least now, we're partners.
So what do you say, fellows?
Let's get together and
cut up some bred, huh?
OK?
You happy?
You happy?
You?
I'm happy.
[gunfire]
POLICE: Are you all
right, Mr. Jankowski?
I'm with the Justice
Department Task Force.
You can come out now.
-You all right?
-Yeah.
All right.
Get your family together now.
We're going to get
you outta here.
-I got them here
as fast as I could.
The local police
are at the house.
-Good.
I,
-I, uh, I got to
protect my family.
I need your help.
-We need yours too.
You're safe here.
Taylor was selling us out.
He--he's calling the
men in off the line.
-Take Mrs. Jankowski and
the kids to the room.
Call in Walter and Danny.
Make sure they're
safe and comfortable.
-Thank you.
We're going to lose it all.
Contract, the union, everything.
-No you're not.
There's still an election.
-Taylor has got some
kind of mob backing.
-How do you know that?
-Because I was-- I was
making up a financial report,
so I took a look
at the union books.
There's a deposit
into the strike fund.
$250,000 loan from the
Midwest Employees Union.
-Nothing illegal about that.
JANKOWSKI: That's not the point.
There's two withdrawals.
$10,000 each made by Sam Taylor.
-Two bombings, two withdrawals.
You got the dates?
-Right here.
-Yeah.
Yeah.
Both since Mahoney died.
-What, did these
bombs get paid COD?
-Why would Taylor
pay the bombers?
-Luca.
Very, very smart move.
I will never get back to him.
Where are these ledgers?
-They're at the union hall.
-I'm sure he's going to
try and juggle the books,
but he hasn't yet.
-Let's go get the ledgers.
There's a lot of
Taylor's men around,
so we've got to be careful.
-Yeah, we know.
-We've been had, damn it.
But if we get one of the
bombers, we've got Luca.
-I'm glad you called me.
Tell me how I can help you.
-When I spoke with you before,
I wasn't completely honest.
I was scared.
-You're still scared.
Of what?
-I was threatened.
Told to keep my mouth shut
about any union business.
I'm sorry.
I should have told you
before because I really
don't want Roger
to lose this union.
-Who threatened you?
-One of Taylor's men.
Zack Lowman.
-Where?
-He came to the house right
after Slim was killed.
He said the union
was Taylor's now,
and if I did anything to ruin
it, they'd come back for me.
-What do you know
that scares them?
-You asked me to help you
find my husband's killer.
I am not saying
that Taylor did it.
I don't know that.
But he's mixed up in it somehow.
He and Slim had been fighting.
They argued right here
in the house one night.
-What did they argue about?
-The contract.
Taylor wanted to sell
out to the hotel owners.
He and Slim had been
fighting about it for weeks,
and Slim was really
upset about it.
-Mrs. Mahoney, thank
you telling me this.
-Please, I'm really
scared. [crying]
-It's going to be all right.
It'll be all right.
[barking]
[dog barking]
-Wake up, Zack.
--[mumbling] You
got the wrong guy.
Please don't kill me.
-I'm trying hard not to, you
cheap punk, but it ain't easy.
All right, you guys.
Look, whatever you want.
Whatever you want.
Please don't hurt me.
-Maybe you should
put out the word
that Zack's working
for us now, huh?
-Definitely.
-But what do you want?
-We already got what we want.
You.
The question is, what are you
going to do to keep us happy?
-I make you happy,
or I make me dead.
-Not in protective custody.
-No way.
-No is no longer
in your vocabulary.
Now you either
play ball with us,
or we send back to
your friend Ray Luca.
What do you want to do?
-All right.
All right.
I'll give you the goods on Luca.
You just lock me up
where he can't get me.
TAYLOR: To deliver the contract
is more important to us right
now than anything
we've ever had.
Now, sure, some of you say
we could have got more.
MAN: That contract stinks.
-But what we do
have is our jobs.
We're not out walking
the picket line.
We've got backing
now we've never had.
The people behind us
are for the working man.
They ain't afraid to
tango with management
over what's best for us.
[shouting]
-They gave us a loan we needed.
With their help, we
control more jobs,
and our benefits won't be cut.
We'll be working for
a decent hourly wage.
And there will be guarantees
built into the contract.
Union brothers.
With the support we have now--
MAN: You're selling us out.
- --we can trust in our future.
[applause]
-We caught a break.
I thought for sure,
they'd try to stop us.
-Get back.
Don't come down here.
-You ain't coming
in here, Jankowski.
-I said don't come down here.
Back up.
Move.
-Now, tonight we
go to the polls.
And I'm asking you.
I'm asking you to
vote prosperity.
I'm asking you to
vote for Taylor.
[applause]
[booing]
-Now it seems to me that this
other candidate don't even
care enough about you
folks to show up on time.
-Hold on a minute.
Hold on a minute.
-Who the hell are you?
AGENT: Federal agent with
some information for you.
-This guy's got
something to say.
You better all listen to him.
-My name is Abrams.
I want you to know who
you're selling out to.
A mobster.
Ray Luca.
Ray Luca.
He's already responsible
for swallowing
two hotels during your strike.
MAN: Shut up and listen.
-You've been spoon fed a new
contact by Luca's boy here,
bought and paid for by the mob.
You like elect Taylor,
you're electing Luca.
You elect Luca into your
union, you're finished.
Your union will be dead.
You let Luca in, you'll be lost.
They'll be eating
the crumbs that he
brushes off the
table onto his floor.
-Let's go.
They should have
been here by now.
-You can turn it around.
Roger Jankowski's your answer.
He's of you, and he is for you.
MAN: That's right.
ABRAM: It's Jankowski.
MEN: (CHANTING) Jankowski.
Jankowski.
Jankowski.
Jankowski.
Jankowski.
Jankowski.
Jankowski.
Jankowski.
Jankowski.
Jankowski.
Jankowski.
Jankowski.
-Luca may have two more casinos,
but he doesn't get this union.
MEN: (CHANTING) Jankowski.
Jankowski.
Jankowski.
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