The Young Savages Page #9

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Did you also not confess that

you stabbed him four times?

- Answer yes or no!

Objection.

Witness can always explain his answer.

The witness will please

answer the last question.

Yeah! I guess I said that.

- And you stabbed him with this knife?

I object!

- Answer yes or no!

I object!

Counsel has still failed

to identify the knife.

I cannot question this witness properly,

if my every word is going to be examined!

You're bullying the witness!

Damn it, you put him

on the witness stand, didn't you?

Mr. Bell, I must caution you

about profanity in this courtroom.

Your Honor, I'm sorry.

But I think I'm on the verge

of establishing which knife is his.

If I may proceed, please.

Witness will answer the last question.

Read back the last question.

"And you

stabbed him with this knife. "

Well, Danny?

- Look, what if it is my?

- Answer the question, yes or no!

- Is this your knife?

- Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!

- And how many times did you stab him?

- Four! Four!

- Why, Danny?

- I told you he came at me...

- Why Danny?

- I don't know!

- Why? Why?

- Because the others,

because the others, they...

- Because the others stabbed him.

- Yes! Yes! And they...

- So you stabbed him?

- Yes, I stabbed him four times!

Look, what do you want from me?

I stabbed him!

I stabbed him! I stabbed him!

You're lying, Danny.

You never stabbed him.

Your Honor.

I want this report placed in evidence.

It's an official report from

the criminal identification laboratory.

It states that the switchblade knife,

the one with the black and white handle,

the one you identified as your knife,

did not have a single trace of blood on it.

Your knife, Danny.

And not a single trace of blood.

- No! No! I wiped it clean.

- Nobody can wipe it that clean.

Nobody can wipe it so clean

that the police lab

wouldn't find a single trace of blood on it.

No, Danny. You never stabbed him at all.

- You only pretended to stab him!

- No! No!

You turned the handle of the blade around

and you stabbed him here on the shoulder!

No! No! I stabbed him! I stabbed him!

You're lying, Danny.

Danny, what are you afraid of?

Danny. Did you kill Roberto Escalante?

I never killed anybody in my life.

Never, never. Oh, God! Never.

All right, Danny. All right.

I hate crying.

Crying is for babies.

Crying is for men, too.

Who killed Roberto Escalante?

Anthony Aposto, a mental defective

that an efficient society would

have taken off the streets long ago?

Arthur Reardon? A young man

so crippled by the pressures and poverty

of slum life that...

That his rage makes him

even more dangerous than Aposto,

and less capable

of controlling his emotions?

Or Danny Di Pace.

Whose values are so twisted

by the strange social order

that he's afraid to admit he didn't kill.

Mr. Bell, you're out of order.

Sorry, Your Honor.

No further questions.

Mr. Randolph?

Your Honor, the Defense rests.

This court will recess.

Mr. Bell, my newspaper is very

disappointed in your performance.

Tell me, did your friendship

with Mary Di Pace...

Go out and write anything you want.

No comments!

Mr. Cole, are you expecting

to be sent to the Governor's mansion

on the prestige you're

going to get from this case?

- Any statements?

- Just one.

Keep out of my sight.

Arthur Reardon,

the sentence of this court is

that you be confined in the

Elmira Reception Center,

for a period of not less than 20 years

and no more than your natural life.

Anthony Aposto,

this court commits you to the Matteawan

State Hospital for the criminally insane,

until such a time as you may be judged

ready to again take your place in society.

Daniel Di Pace,

you've acted in concert

with the other two defendants,

and as such, you became an accomplice.

However, the court has seen fit

to be lenient in your case,

finds you guilty of third degree assault.

We're gonna send you

to the boy's prison at Elmira, New York,

for a period of one year.

For classification, treatment

and rehabilitation.

This court is adjourned.

Hank?

Hank. Hank.

And what about my son?

Is this your justice for a dead blind boy?

What about the animals

who killed my son?

A lot of people killed

your son, Mrs. Escalante.

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