The Young Savages Page #2

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Lonnie? Whatever happened to Greg?

He's been replaced by

a more mature man, age 16.

- I ever meet Lonnie?

- You haven't even met Greg.

Look, honey, let's not wrangle.

Come on, we'll grab our things,

go out to dinner,

have a big, thick steak

and a bottle of wine. What do you say?

Okay.

By the way, your old girlfriend,

Mary Di Pace, called today. Twice.

I referred her to your office.

Did you talk to her?

I don't know what to say to her.

Why don't you just tell her

that you're gonna burn her son.

For old times' sake.

Russell, come on, will you?

Grab those crates

and bring them over here.

- Papa, what did you do?

- Never mind what I done.

- You told the police about the knives.

- Mr. Rugiello?

That's right.

I hope nobody see you come here?

This your daughter?

I don't have 'em,

I know nothing about 'em.

All right, come on, come on.

All right, Mr. Rugiello. Let's go.

What are you going to do

with girls like this?

Some father.

- Calls the cops on his own daughter.

- He did the right thing.

Your name is Angela, isn't it?

They call you Angy.

What did you do with the knives, Angy?

You're so smart, find them.

You can get into a lot of trouble by

concealing evidence.

- You know that, don't you?

- I know.

All right then, what did you do

with the knives?

I hid them in some newspaper.

Then I got scared and threw them

- in the back of a car.

- What car?

- I don't know.

- Where was the car?

I told you I don't know. It was just parked.

- Where?

- On the street.

- What street?

- I don't know, I don't know.

Angy, I want you to listen to me.

Nothing's going to happen to you,

if you try to help us.

Now, please think. Where were you

when you got rid of the knives? Tell me.

The cops were all around. I just ran.

I turned the corner, no more cops.

I don't know which corner.

- I don't know, I don't know.

- All right, now about the car.

What kind of a car was it?

I'm not sure, it could have been

a Ford or a Chevy.

- It was old, I think.

- Do you remember the color?

I think it was dark, black,

or maybe it was blue.

I was just so scared.

I didn't know what to do.

All right, Angy.

Let's talk about the boys for a minute.

Why did you take the knives

in the first place?

I don't know. I don't know.

- Did you do it for Reardon?

- That creep.

- Aposto?

- The Batman?

No, it's on account of Danny.

He's different, he's sweet.

- He's a darling.

- What do you know about him?

- I know he killed a boy in cold blood.

- No, he didn't, he just fought back.

- How do you know that?

- I told you,

because I saw it with my own eyes.

- What were you doing there?

- I just followed them.

- Why?

- I don't know.

For kicks.

What did you see?

I was a ways behind them.

The boy on the stoop pulled a knife.

- HANK... The boy on the stoop couldn't see.

- He still pulled a knife,

it glittered, I saw it shining.

- Anybody else see it?

- I was alone,

but there were lot of other people around,

they must have seen it.

I talked to a lot of other people.

Nobody saw it.

You talked to a lot of Puerto Ricans.

I think you're making this up, Angy,

for Danny's sake.

I'm not making it up and you're not

going to scare me into saying I am.

I still can't get the blood off my skirt.

Hey, these Puerto Ricans put on

a pretty good show, don't they?

Yeah, great.

This interest you, Barton?

I thought your newspaper believed

the only good Puerto Rican

was a dead Puerto Rican.

You haven't been

reading our paper, Mr. Bell.

Not lately.

This is oppressed minority season with us.

You ought to read it, Hank.

Big expos on Park Avenue call houses.

- We perform a public service.

- Yes, I know.

You tell the citizens

how to get their asses hauled.

We got the word that they concocted

a story about the blind boy

flashing a knife. Anything to that?

Not a thing.

Good, because our readers are expecting

the chair for the killers

of this gentle and poetic blind boy.

We'll do our best.

Who tips them off

to these things, anyway?

Thousand-to-one the girl is lying.

But suppose he did have a knife?

He would have been using it

in self-defense.

If he had a knife, we'll never make

murder one stick with the jury.

- It's what you really want, isn't it?

- That's what I want.

There's Cole, come on.

Hey, come on, you guys.

Give him room, guys.

- Anything to give us today, Dan?

- Certainly.

The city of New York will not rest

until justice has been done.

I've come to the funeral myself

to make sure that is perfectly clear.

The boys are right on the job, Dan.

- Good morning, boys.

- Dan.

Who are the boys in costume?

The Horsemen,

a Puerto Rican gang.

- Like to meet their leader?

- Yeah.

Hey, Zorro, come on over here

a moment, will you?

This is Mr. Cole, a district attorney. Zorro.

You gonna burn the Thunderbirds

that killed Roberto?

- We're gonna try.

- That'll be the day.

- What do you mean by that, son?

- You're kidding? Try.

When your people come from Puerto Rico

or Cuba, they just ain't human to cops.

It'll be the same old story this time.

- Mrs. Escalante.

- Mother of the dead boy.

Mrs. Escalante.

Mrs. Escalante, I am the district attorney.

- Please accept my condolences.

- Gracias.

And this is Mr. Bell, the prosecutor.

He'll help your son's case.

You cannot help Roberto,

it is too late to help Roberto.

- Mrs. Escalante, please believe me we...

- Perdoname, Seor.

When I am a little girl,

in my family they teach me love.

They teach me this in Puerto Rico,

where I am born.

The people there, they say to you,

"Hello. " Here,

is different.

Here, so many people.

But is no one here say to you, "Hello. "

In this city, and on these streets,

is no time for love.

There is only...

Hatred.

Hatred.

And it is hatred is killed my son.

Your son will have justice, Mrs. Escalante.

Ah, Seor,

is only one justice.

You want to do something?

All right, you can do something for me,

and for my son.

One thing.

Kill them.

Kill the murderers.

The same way they kill my son.

You put out their eyes,

and you come at them with knives,

the same way they came at my son

in his darkness.

You kill them like the animals they are.

You kill them and you rid the streets

of the animals.

This, you can do for me, Seor.

And for my son,

who is dead.

Is that what you're gonna do, Hank?

Hello, Mary.

You're gonna kill my kid?

You're gonna put his eyes out and

come at him with knives in the darkness?

You're gonna kill him like an animal, huh?

This is Lieutenant Gunderson.

Miss... Mrs. Di Pace.

Danny didn't have

anything to do with this.

- I'm afraid he did.

- No, no.

He's protecting somebody or something.

I know him.

I know, he's my child. You don't know.

He swore to me

he's not even a member of this gang.

It still happened, Mary.

Is that what my child is to you?

Just another case, another conviction?

He's mine, Hank.

Danny will have a fair trial,

same as the other two.

You know this neighborhood.

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