The Young Savages Page #3

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- You're guilty before you're arrested.

- Mary.

You look everywhere for evidence

to prove that he's guilty.

Are you looking for evidence

to prove he's innocent?

No, that wouldn't help you, would it?

You wouldn't get a gold star,

would you, Hank?

They're all alike.

They all say the same thing.

"My son didn't do it. "

"My son couldn't do it. "

"My son is a good boy. "

They all believe it, too.

- Can I come in a minute?

- Please.

Please, Hank.

Come in.

I'm calling a Puerto Rican boy.

I want him to tell you something.

He came to see Danny last summer,

to thank him.

Sit down, Hank.

Jos?

Could you come to my house right away?

It's Danny's mother.

I went to look for him yesterday. Sit down.

How does he...

How does he get through no man's land?

Well, he comes through the cellars

and then through that old area way...

Over the roof?

Yeah, I remember.

He'll be here right away. You wait, Hank.

I have to go to work in a minute.

- I work in an appliance store down...

- I'll wait.

Cigarette?

I'll get you some coffee.

No, don't...

Jos?

Jos, this is Mr. Bell.

He's a friend of mine.

Is amigo. You can talk to him.

The Thunderbirds will kill me

if they know I am here,

and the Horsemen worse.

Jos, so you tell him, please.

Go ahead, son.

You know the swimming pool, mister?

- On 124th Street?

- Yes.

Well, there's a cool in there. No fighting.

I was there with some of the Horsemen.

I don't swim so good, see?

What's the matter, Reardon?

Look in the water.

I don't see nothing in the water.

Spics.

Well, what are they doing?

You like swimming with them?

Hey, Danny!

Hey, Danny! Come here.

Yeah, what's up, Doc?

Take a look.

San Juan's polluting the water.

So, you never saw a spic before?

They swim here every day.

Today, I don't like it.

What are you, head of the

immigration department or something?

I'm me.

I don't like it and I say we kick 'em out.

Danny, don't get into trouble.

So, that's your problem.

You let a broad boss you, huh?

All right, all right. Big deal.

Let's go get it over with.

What are you wearing a necklace for?

I thought only girls wore necklaces.

That's no necklace.

That's Jess Cristo.

You got no religion?

You got religion.

He's got religion, boys.

We wanna see how religious you are, spic.

Don't you call me a spic!

We wanna see

if you can walk on water, spic.

Hey, I don't swim so good.

I told you! I told you I don't swim so good!

He's trying to drown you, stupid!

Okay, let him go. That's enough.

Neck, keep him under!

Damn it. You're gonna kill him!

Watch out, watch out.

Thank you, Jos.

Gracias, Jos.

Can you believe

that the same boy who did this,

would stab to death a helpless blind boy?

If he didn't do it,

we'll find out he didn't do it.

Believe me, Mary.

You know, Hank,

I made a terrible mistake

when I walked out on you.

I knew it the day after I married Johnny.

He turned out to be a petty racketeer.

I never told Danny

what kind of man his father was.

But he's a pretty sharp kid.

And sometimes,

I would see him looking at me,

thinking, "What kind of a woman is that?

She marries a guy like that. "

And so,

you know, just to make him

think more of me,

I would tell him about you.

You know, when we read your name

in the papers,

or I kind of heard about

what you were doing.

And then, I would think,

"Well, you can't be a total mess.

A man like that wanted to marry you. "

Don't give yourself the worst of it, Mary.

You will try to see Danny

as he really is, huh?

I'll talk to him.

He could have been our son.

That was a long time ago, Mary.

We've grown up.

Maybe it's too bad, but we've grown up.

Will Danny grow up?

- Goodbye, Mary.

- Goodbye, Hank.

235 calling. Over.

Hardy speaking. Over.

This is Bell, Hardy.

What about the knives

in the Escalante killing? Over.

HARD Y... What about them?

- Well, did you find them?

- Not yet.

- How many men did you put on it?

- All we can spare.

- How many is that?

- Two.

That's not enough, Lieutenant.

You'll have to put more men on it.

And you'd better put out

an all points bulletin about that car.

It could be anywhere by now.

And I want daily progress

reports from your office.

In which order do you want these

requests turned down? Over.

Who is this character?

I don't have all day, Bell. Over.

Let me talk to the head

of your department.

He went on vacation this morning,

and he's the only one who can give

priority authorization for

additional manpower.

Well, doesn't he deputize

anyone to do it for him?

No, he doesn't.

Well, does your whole department

go to pieces

because one man goes on a vacation?

We'll find your knives as

soon as we can, Mr. Bell.

Of course, we only have to find

an undescribed automobile which

may be anywhere in the state

of New York, Connecticut, New Jersey,

Arizona or Texas.

Not that we can't do it, you understand,

in spite of being understaffed,

overworked and underpaid.

But I'm sure you're not interested

in our internal problems. Over.

Look, Hardy, I hate to have to go

to the D.A. On this. Over.

Me, too. Nice talking to you. Over and out.

- Now, where to, Hank?

- What?

Where to?

Raymond Street Jail.

All right. Come on now, knock it off.

Keep it quiet.

Pipe down.

My folks didn't understand me.

I just wanted to go to the country

and see the cows.

Instead, they sent me out on this

crummy street to play with bad boys.

Some parents, huh?

But it really wasn't their fault.

They were poor.

Okay, Batman. It's your turn.

Me, I'm stupid. You know.

I'm pazzo, we call it.

I can't even read right, you know.

The doctor, he says to me, he says,

that my brain is a little mixed up,

you know like, I don't know,

scrambled eggs. I mean...

Show him how stupid you are, stupid.

Now, tell him how stupid you are.

Well, I've been in the sixth grade,

I think five times now, that's right.

My old man's a drunk.

My mother takes in boarders

and goes out with them, too.

I got a sister.

I don't know if she's my sister.

That's why I'm so disturbed.

- He's got a song about it.

- Yeah.

Go ahead, sing it, stupid.

Yeah, yeah.

My mother throws snow to the snowbirds

My father makes barbershop gin

My sister sells jazz for a living

And that's when money rolls in

Where's Dr. Walsh's office?

- Down at the end of that corridor.

- They're all yours.

Hey, look, ain't you going to ask

us no regular questions?

On your feet.

I don't want you to run another Rorschach.

I don't care if he's faking.

I don't care.

What he's faking reveals just as much

as his real reactions.

That's right. Yes, yes.

Yeah, I gotta go. Bye.

My name is Bell, D.A.'s office.

Oh, yes.

I understand they're building

a kid-sized electric chair upstate

for you people.

Now, Doctor,

that's a nice friendly approach.

Indictment is first degree, isn't it?

Usually is, in premeditated murder.

Bully and gung ho.

I'm delighted you haven't fallen for any

of that modern nonsense

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