The Hurricane Page #4

Yeah, they're still out.

I've seen a lot of things

in my time,

but it's taken 35 minutes

for these judges to tell us...

what this hometown crowd

already knows.

Joey Giardello

is about to lose the crown...

to Rubin "Hurricane" Carter.

Ladies and gentlemen,

it's a unanimous decision.

The winner...

and still champion

of the world,

Joey Giardello!

Giardello!

No, no, no.

Hey! What?

- You've stolen it!

- Aw, sh*t!

Bullshit!

What is going on here?

Yeah! Yeah!

Boo!

All I can say...

is these Philly judges must've

been watching a different fight,

because in the one

we just saw...

Hurricane Carter

took the title.

Oh, now tell me where

can you party, child

All night long

In the basement

Down in the basement, yeah

Oh, where can you go

when your money gets low

In the basement

Down in the basement

And if a storm

is takin 'place

You can jam

and still be safe

In the basement

I got somethin' special

for you.

Hey, Hurricane.

How you doin'?

Hey, champ.

In the basement

Down in the basement

Oh, you got the comforts

of home Anybody call a cab?

A nightclub too In the

basement Down in the basement

Anybody call a cab? I did,

unless Rubin's taking me home.

Yeah, if I take you,

it ain't gonna be home.

Mr. Carter!

M- Mr. Carter.

Headed 'cross town,

Mr. Carter?

Yeah. Why?

You need a ride?

W:

- Would you mind? No, I wouldn't mind.

All right! Okay. Come on.

You drive.

Drive your car?

Come on.

Oh, sh*t!

My friends are never gonna believe

I was cruising with the Hurricane.

What we wanna know is,

can we get his autograph?

Oh, sh*t.

Motherfuckers.

John, you been drinkin'? No.

All right, just relax. Let

me handle this. All right.

License

and registration.

It's okay.

I got it.

You guys come with me.

B- E-L-L-O.

Bello.

Bradley.

B- R-A-D-L-E-Y.

Okay.

Are those the guys?

No?

Okay, let's go.

So what are you doing around here at

that hour? We was just taking a walk.

Right?

Yeah.

Just getting a pack of cigarettes.

That's it.

Both of you

are in big trouble.

You're in violation

of your parole.

But I don't wanna talk

about the burglary.

We'll talk about your

parole problem later, Bello.

As far

as I'm concerned,

no proof a burglary

really took place.

See what I mean?

Yeah, I see what you mean.

I'm only interested

in the facts in this case,

and you and Bradley are the only

two people that can help me out.

Do you follow?

Yeah, I follow.

Good.

Now, is there any scenario

that you can imagine...

in which you could be sure,

really,

positively sure...

that the man

you saw that night...

was Rubin Carter?

Yeah.

Rubin Carter.

Wanna tell me again what happened?

You were there having a drink?

No, no, it was a-

I was going out for a

pack of cigarettes. Yeah.

I heard a couple of shots.

Then I saw these two colored guys come

out of the bar. And one of them was?

One of them was Rubin Carter. Rubin Carter?

Yeah, Rubin Carter,

the fighter.

All rise!

Court will come

to order.

The Honorable Judge Larner

presiding.

Be seated.

The defendants will rise.

Rubin Carter,

although you still contend you are not

guilty of the crimes charged against you,

you were afforded a full and fair

trial by a jury of your peers.

Have you reached

a verdict?

Yes, we have,

Your Honor.

We, the jury,

find the defendants,

Rubin Carter and John Artis,

guilty on all counts.

Oh, no!

It ain't right!

He's innocent!

Order!

No!

Order in the court! No!

Order. The bail if will see

to it that order prevails.

This ain't right!

Railroaded!

No.

Rubin Carter,

John Artis,

for the murder

of James Oliver...

it is

the Court's sentence...

that you be imprisoned for the

remainder of your natural life.

No!

On the second count,

the murder of Fred Nauyaks,

you are sentenced to be imprisoned

for the remainder of your natural life.

No, God, no!

As to the third count involving

the murder of Hazel Tanis,

it is the sentence of this

Court that you be imprisoned...

for the remainder

of your natural life.

Okay, Carter,

let's go.

Take it easy.

You're a tough guy.

He thinks he's gonna stay

in a room, and that's it.

Put your clothes, shoes, your ring, your

watch and whatever else you've got...

in that bag.

You are being issued a standard inmate

uniform with your numbers on it...

so that we can identify you immediately.

You'll go to have your facial

hair shaved. You know the rules.

No, I can't do it,

Warden.

I beg your pardon?

I cannot do it.

Look, you have legal custody

over my body,

but I'm innocent.

I've committed no crime.

The crime's been committed

against me.

I will not wear the clothes

of a guilty man.

I'll go anywhere you want me to

go in this penitentiary, Warden,

but you let it be known

in no uncertain terms...

that any man who tries

to put his hands on me-

This place is where

we tell you the rules.

You hear that?

Do you

understand me?

Do you?

Because if you do,

you had better strip

right now...

and put on

that f***ing uniform.

I can't do that.

Put this man

in the hole.

Give him

sufficient time...

to reflect on how he intends

to behave in this institution.

Ninety days.

Hey, Bobby,

we got another one for you.

I like your suit.

Three,

two,

one.

Lights-out.

You see?

"Though I walk through the

valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil. "

There's doubt.

The shadow is doubt.

The shadow is doubt.

But you're not gonna get me.

You're not gonna get me.

Lights-out.

What the f***

you talkin' about?

You can't break me

'cause you didn't make me.

You understand?

Huh?

You f***ed everything up

for everybody, Rubin.

It's all f***ed-up.

Who's that?

Y'all ain't got no speakers

in here. Who is that?

I put us into this situation

any goddamn way,

motherf***er.

I done f***ed everything up

for everybody.

You know that sh*t,

that's all f***ed up.

What the f*** they expect

us to do now, huh?

Motherf***er.

I'm- I'm- I'm scared.

Shut up. Shut the f*** up,

you little skinny motherf***er.

You think your father beat

your little stuttering ass?

Don't make me

jump over there on ya.

No, you shut up.

Just shut the f*** up talkin'

to me. F*** you talkin 'to?

You ain't tellin' me what to

say. I'm running sh*t around here.

F*** is wrong? Ain't nobody

runnin' sh*t. I'm runnin' sh*t.

Shut the f*** up!

What you say?

No. No.

W- What are we

gonna do now?

Huh?

I don't know what.

Sh*t, ain't nobody touchin' me.

Ain't a goddamn soul touchin 'me.

Put your hands on me not twice. You

better not put your f***in' hands on me.

Shut up!

Oh, yeah. There's our man. I can

feel the hate. Can you feel it?

You can feel

the hatred, Rubin.

Don't you wanna

just hurt somebody?

I feel like

I wanna kill somebody,

'cept there ain't nobody

in here to kill,

'cept you, boy.

How 'bout it, Rube?

Go away from me!

All right, Carter.

Time's up.

Jesus Christ.

You could really

use a shower.

You smell awful, Mr. Carter.

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