On the Waterfront

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?
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 rumour 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 know.

-People I may know.
-That's right.

-You better get out of here, buster!
-Slow down, boy.

I don't know nothing, I ain't seen nothing,
and I'm not saying nothing.

Why don't you and your girlfriend take off.
All right, Mr. Malloy!
You've every right not to talk
if that's what you choose to do.

-The public has a right to know the facts.

We'll be seeing you again.
Never's going to be too much soon
for me, Shorty.

Take it easy.
How do you like them mutts
taking me for a pigeon.

-Who is it?
-I don't know who they are.

You're three weeks behind on the last $25,
but I'm willing to take a chance.

Some chance at ten percent a week
and if we don't borrow, we don't work.

May you rot in hell, JP.
When I'm dead and gone,
you'll know what a friend I was.

Why don't you drop dead now,
so we can test your theory?

Hey, Pop, look.
Let her go, Tony.