The Young Savages Page #5

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Mr. Dan Cole.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Friends, forgive me.

I apologize for being late.

Something about doing a profile on me.

Man, that's great. Just great.

Albany first

and then the White House.

Congratulations, sir.

Wonderful, Dan.

Food.

- Not too rare for Mr. Cole.

- Make mine rare, please.

Make Mr. Bell's rare.

Hank, do you realize that a conviction

in the Escalante case

is worth a 50,000 plurality

right in this district alone?

50,000?

Well, that's an electrical figure.

I should say you can count

on that plurality, Dan.

Case going that well?

As of now, I see no reason why we

can't get first degree convictions.

You ought to be a shoo-in.

Say, Hank, I got a great idea for publicity.

Why don't you get your picture taken

pulling the switch on the electric chair?

You have a definite

political potential, Hank.

But you must have co-operation,

right straight down the line.

You don't have to worry

about me, Mr. Cole.

I'm a great believer in electricity.

My wife majored in sarcasm at Vassar.

Yes. Excuse me, please.

Now hear this.

Order, everyone.

Before Dan Cole tells us what he thinks,

I shall like to tell you all what I think.

I think that Dan Cole is riding

on the crest of a wave.

And I'm mighty proud.

I'm proud of our party,

and I'm proud of Dan Cole.

And I'm proud of old Hank Bellini.

- Goodbye, Mr. Supreme Court justice.

- We've got a hard campaign coming up

and it's going to mean

shoulder to the wheel work for all of us.

A few thousand more votes, all you

gotta do is electrocute a few kids.

You third-generation progressive.

Sitting up at Vassar getting

your fat checks from daddy.

When was the last time you

had to scrounge for a buck?

You think I can afford this

phony idealism of yours?

I've got a job to do. Now get in that car.

I'll park the car. Be back in a minute.

Don't hurry.

Help. Hank!

Hank!

Hank!

Karin! Karin!

Karin.

What's the matter, Karin? What happened?

Those boys. Those boys.

How's the little lady feeling this morning?

How do you think she feels?

We've assigned Kirk and Bronski

to stay with her until this is over.

- How do you do?

- Go on and make yourself at home.

There's lots of coffee on the stove.

Where's that candy store where

the Thunderbirds hang out?

Why? Are you thinking of going

up to Italian Harlem?

Well, it wasn't Puerto Ricans that

paid us a visit last night.

- All right. I'll go with you.

- No, I wanna return this visit personally.

Now why don't we have the T-birds

picked up and brought in?

What's the address?

117th and 1st, Moretti's Candy Store.

Pretty Boy Savoricci. He's your man.

Help you, man?

I understand

the Thunderbirds hang out here?

Look, mister, I only sell sodas here.

That's all.

I'm from the D.A.'s office.

I have a list of all the names and

addresses of the Thunderbirds.

Now, I can have them picked up

and brought down for questioning,

or you can tell me where I can

find Pretty Boy Savoricci.

Hey. Hey.

Come on over.

Hey, we were just reading about

some character from the D.A.'s office.

His wife got scared by some

crazy cats last...

Pancho, get the District Attorney a chair.

- No, thanks.

- That ain't polite.

Where's Pretty Boy Savoricci?

You know you got a lot of courage,

Mr. District Attorney.

Coming in here, without no escort.

Are you gonna tell me

where I can find Pretty Boy Savoricci,

or do I have to run you in?

Well now, what exactly was it

you wanted to see him about,

Mr. District Attorney?

- Where's your telephone?

- Hey, Mr. District Attorney,

what's the matter?

Can't you take a little joke?

Don't get excited.

We clown around like this all the time.

Makes life interesting, you know.

Never mind, I'll tell him myself.

This imbecile from the D.A.'s office

wants to see him.

Don't you knock?

Don't you got no manners?

You Pretty Boy Savoricci?

You know why they call

me Pretty Boy, Mr. Bell?

I can guess.

'Cause I'm ugly.

Anybody calls me ugly, they're dead.

Dead.

The table's crooked. Floor's on a bias.

You're a mighty tough character,

aren't you?

You've heard of me?

Sixteen times I got my name

in the papers.

Most of the time

they give the wrong address

or they don't spell the name right.

Savoricci!

You're a...

Are you Italian, too?

Right, Mr. Bell.

Put that back.

Listen, you bum.

Two of your punks came down

to my apartment house last night,

and terrorized my wife.

Yeah, I was sorry to hear about that.

Hotheaded kids, you know how it is.

Can't keep an eye on all of your troops.

They're members of your gang

and you're their leader.

If it ever happens again,

I'll hold you responsible, personally.

Mr. Bell, I said I apologize.

Now, please tell your wife I'm sorry.

Remember what I said.

Mr. Bell.

Cue ball, please.

Thanks, Mr. Bell.

Mr. Bell,

it's kind of hard keeping your boys

in line when they hear you

spent an evening drinking with the spics.

We know all about you palling around

with the Horsemen over at the Tres Putas.

They're all on the stuff,

you know that, don't you?

That's where they got their

name, Horseman.

Big H for heroin.

If any of our boys get on the junk,

I break their arm.

Cue's warped.

Another thing, Mr. Bell,

you've been approaching

their star witness.

Hated to hear that. Those are

three nice guys you're trying to frame.

Those three nice guys committed murder.

Lots of nice guys, all through history,

kill people.

In a war, the more people you kill,

the more medals you get.

Well, that won't make them

any less nice, does it?

What about the guy

who invented the H-bomb?

And he got the biggest medal of all.

Some honor.

Like you went around saying,

"What a great guy, he invented cancer. "

No, sir, Mr. Bell.

You're making a big mistake trying to

frame those three guys.

They're okay. Every one of them.

They got heart.

Heart to chop down a blind boy,

playing a harmonica.

Maybe that blind kid needed

chopping down.

Did you ever think of that, Mr. Bell?

You think being blind made that

kid an angel or something?

Being blind got him killed.

All right. You wanna know the truth

about Escalante?

It'll rock you.

I thought he was just a blind kid, too.

So, nobody notices.

So, he's blind, so what?

When I heard the Horseman

were busting out,

popping the gang on the next block.

Had myself a look.

It was a rumble for real, zip guns,

jackhammers, the works.

Then I saw something phony.

Something that didn't fit.

Blind angel.

But why?

Cops got the word and I found out why.

The little creep was their cover-up,

their arson.

They ditched their guns on him.

Hey, you!

SA VORICCI... Every one

of those Horsemen was clean.

Man, the cops couldn't hold a one.

Smart man.

He was a top warlord in that gang.

That nice little blind boy.

Hey, Diavolo.

I just called you fellows in to ask

you to be nice enough

to escort the district attorney

to the edge of our turf.

Where does Zorro live, honey?

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