The Young Savages Page #6

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Thank you.

Hello, Mr. Bell.

Come on in.

Come into my office.

Sit down.

Make yourself comfortable.

I can't offer you any beer,

but I gladly accept one of your cigarettes.

Why did you lie to me?

Did I lie to you, Mr. Bell?

Roberto Escalante was

a leader in your gang.

So, you really been playing detective?

Listen, punk.

You may run these three square blocks,

but when I talk to you, I want the truth.

Well, it's a cruel world, Mr. Bell.

And blind kids can't sit around doing

nothing just because they're blind.

And, since you so interested,

I'll tell you something else.

Roberto wasn't just Louisa's brother.

He was her pickup man.

Louisa, a prostitute?

Louisa's a hooker.

And Roberto was a blind pickup man

for his own sister.

How does that grab you, Mr. Bell?

And now, I'll tell you something else.

I don't care.

I don't care if he beat his

mother or sold pot.

Roberto was killed in cold blood

by three guys who hated him

because he had darker skin.

Reardon came here like those

Japs during the war, kamikaze.

Is it right to stick someone Spanish

on home ground?

He found Roberto and killed him.

Now, the law says that you

die for that, Mr. Bell.

And it's your job to see that

those three guys die for it.

Look, we ain't got much, but this we want.

I don't care whether you're making out

with Di Pace's old lady or not.

Just don't cop out on us.

Give me a cigarette.

Hello, Dan? This is Hank. I'm up in Harlem.

Listen to this.

It turns out our poor defenseless blind

boy was a top leader in the Horsemen.

And a procurer for our star witness,

who at the age of 16...

Can you hold it a minute, Hank?

Jack, that press release on

Louisa Escalante, kill it.

And you'd better call that columnist,

the one who was gonna do

the poem about the little blind boy.

Tell him to forget it. Never mind why.

Okay, now, what does that do to us?

Well, I haven't had time to figure

out all the details.

But I'd like to go back and take

another crack at that Danny Di Pace.

Hank, you can't do it.

You're too close to trial

to interrogate those boys now.

The defense would raise the roof.

We've gotta take the chance, Dan.

I want to try to break that boy down.

Hank, absolutely no!

Dan. I'll call you when I get back.

You look pretty good, Danny.

Danny, Mr. Bell has some

questions to ask you.

Something very important has come up.

You can trust him.

Danny, maybe it'll help us.

I told you to stay away from her.

Danny, are you

a member of the Thunderbirds?

- Who cares?

- Well, your mother cares for one.

I understand you swore.

You swore that you'd never join a gang.

What if I did?

Did you break that promise to her?

Did you, Danny?

Why?

Why, Danny?

The Thunderbirds are my friends.

Danny, you put Reardon down once

to save a Puerto Rican boy.

Now, what happened in between

to make you go along and kill one?

In between I found out

who my friends really are.

- Your friends got you in here.

- What are you trying to do?

Split me from the rest?

Get me to turn state's evidence?

- You're not like those boys.

- Trust him, you tell me,

and he sneaks up on me

and tries to get me to rat on my friends.

I shouldn't even be talking to you,

coming here with him.

Yeah, you are pretty cozy together.

What are you doing?

Shacking up with him?

Well, now I know.

Hank, maybe you

shouldn't have walked me home.

Maybe it would've been smarter

if you'd dropped me...

Get in.

- Thank you, Hank.

- It's all right.

I guess I haven't been much

of a mother, huh?

Well, maybe if he had a father,

he would have...

Yeah, some father.

I don't know. I always heard

that a boy got in trouble

because he didn't have love.

I love Danny more than anything

in the world.

You just thank God, Hank. You didn't

have to raise your kid on these streets.

Good night.

Doctor, is it all right if I smoke?

- Lf you have to.

- Gunderson.

How do you feel?

- Oh, man.

Man, I feel sick.

That's a surprise.

I was this far.

This far from killing him.

Hello, Karin. I'm all right, honey.

- Hello, gorgeous.

- Daddy.

I was spiked trying to steal third base.

Gunderson told us.

It's not as bad as it looks.

Just a couple of ribs.

I'll be all right. I'll live.

I've got to. I gotta get ready

for that trial a week from Monday.

Or am I confused?

No, not for a minute.

I protected my face so I wouldn't put in

too bad an appearance. Vanity.

That's the difference between the

police department and the D.A.'s office.

You boys protect your pretty faces,

our boys protect their kidneys.

Stop making jokes, Gunderson.

Which gang was it, Daddy?

I don't know, gorgeous.

T- birds or Horsemen,

may have been either one or both.

Karin,

I was choking him and I couldn't stop.

And I wish to hell you hadn't.

Hadn't stopped.

All right, now let's turn him over

on his left side, please.

Gently, easy. Gently.

- Karin?

Yes, love.

He was 15 or 16 years old

and I was trying with all my heart

to kill him.

You know?

I know.

- Yes.

- HARD Y... Hello, Bell. We found the knives.

What? Who is this?

- This is Lieutenant Hardy.

- Lieutenant Hardy? Oh, hang on a second.

- What's the matter, Hardy?

- HARD Y... I said we found the knives.

You found the knives?

Is that what you called me for,

to tell me you found those damn knives?

What's the matter, Bell,

you said these knives were important.

Well, what could I possibly do with them,

at this hour of the night?

- Want a suggestion?

- You're not very funny, Hardy.

- What condition are they in?

- Bloody.

Well, send them over to the lab.

I want blood type and finger prints.

- After sunrise.

- Aren't you interested

in how we found them?

Not very. Anything else?

A lady in Kew Gardens found her

three-year-old daughter chewing on the

handle of one of them in the back seat

of a light green Plymouth.

You helped a lot with the description

of the car, Bell.

- Dark Ford or Chevy.

- Hardy, don't ever call me

- at this hour of the night again.

- Nighty-night.

Hank?

Hank, are you all right?

Does anything hurt you?

I'm all right. Ribs are a little sore,

that's all.

You still got that lump on your jaw.

We may have to put a little makeup

on that before you go to trial.

That's all I need.

What do you think of your little victims

of social oppression now?

I don't know what you mean.

You were pretty sure of yourself

the other night at Cole's party.

I'm sorry about that, Hank.

I made a fool out of myself.

Only for Escalante, you said.

"Darling, I've got a marvelous idea

for a publicity stunt.

"Get a picture of you

pulling a switch on the electric chair. "

It's not a very funny joke.

Voice of the martini.

You weren't that drunk.

You knew what you were saying.

It's late, let's go to bed,

we can talk about this in the morning.

Those hoodlums scared you half to death,

and they almost killed me.

You still think they need

special consideration, special attention?

You don't think

I condone that kind of violence, do you?

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