All language subtitles for The.Young.Savages.1961.iNTERNAL.BDRip.x264-DAA.ENG

What did the guy look like?

How do you expect us to help you if
you don't know what the guy looks like?

- Hi, Lieutenant.
- Hello, Sergeant. Where are the boys?

- Oh, we have them set up for you inside.
- Come on.

When are we gonna get to
take a few shots, Lieutenant?

Yeah, when can we see them?

Now, fellows, we'll be through with
this as soon as we possibly can.

Oh, come on...

This is Hank Bell. He'll
handle the preliminary.

Captain Larsen.

- Captain.
- You know Whitey.

Sure.

- Sit over there.
- Go ahead, sit down.

Okay, Whitey,
preliminary interrogation.

For the D.A.'s office,
Assistant District Attorney Bell,

and detective
Lieutenant Gunderson.

- Witnesses, Captain Larsen. Officer?
- Wohlman.

Officer Wohlman.

Suspects, three members of a street
gang known as the Thunderbirds.

Named...

Arthur Reardon, Anthony Aposto
and Daniel D-I-P-A-C-E. Di Pace.

Which one of you is Di Pace?

- Your name Di Pace?
- David Copperfield.

All right, do you want me to
bounce you around the room?

- Hey, he ain't writing
that. He's Di Pace.

- Your father John Di Pace?
- I ain't got no father.

Your mother's named Mary?

So what the hell does my
mother got to do with it?

Nothing, kid.

- How old are you, Danny?
- I'm 15.

You can't hold me in
this police station.

You can't even question
me. I'm a juvenile.

You're a juvenile up to 16 unless
you kill somebody and you did.

- He stopped again.
- All right, shut up.

Gunderson!

The law says you can execute
a 15-year-old for murder.

But it also says you can't
question him in a police station...

Now look, I'm tired of
having to coddle these punks

because they're
15 instead of 16.

You don't have to tell
me about these kids.

I was born in
this neighborhood.

I went to school with some
of the worst gunsels in town.

A good swift kick would do more
to straighten out these punks

- than anything...
- Gunderson.

We're not out to kick kids this time,
we're out for first degree murder.

Putting a juvenile in the
chair is always big trouble.

Whoever prosecutes this case will need
a clear record the defense can't attack.

No technicalities getting in the
way, like interrogating a juvenile

in the police
station, right?

Okay.

Let's find out the
ages of the other two,

and then we'll separate the baby
killers from the adult killers.

- Okay, Whitey. You, name and age?
- Arthur Reardon, 17.

- Batman.
- What's your name?

- Anthony Aposto.
- How old are you?

Sixteen.

- Their homes been called, Captain?
- Strictly according to the book, Counselor.

Mrs. Di Pace and Reardon's
old man are outside now.

Take him out to
see his mother.

So you're a big shot, now.

You didn't find
them knives on us.

Found a lot of holes in the
body, we'll find the knives.

The spic started it. He pulled a knife.
So now, he's dead like he should be.

Why do you figure
he pulled a knife?

- We was on his turf.
- He's on your turf, you pull a knife?

We ain't no dirty spics.
We're Thunderbirds.

Do you know the name
of the boy you killed?

No, we never
seen him before.

His name was Roberto
Escalante. He was 15 years old.

So?

Now, let me get
this straight.

You went for a walk on
his street, he saw you.

- He came at you with a knife,
right? Yeah, that's right.

He must've been pretty
good with a knife?

He was crazy.

In fact, he must have been better with
a knife than anybody in the whole world,

because Roberto
Escalante was blind.

So, in view of Tolly's switch
to guilty, I think I'll be free

to take over that teenage
killing case, if you'd like me to.

I mean, it sounds
like a toughy

and I'd like something to get
my teeth into, for a change.

Something I can
really identify with.

Yes, well, I've asked Hank to
handle the preliminary on that.

How about it, Hank?

Well, the facts in the case
are just about as reported.

The boys admit the killing,
but they claim self-defense.

However, the boy they killed,
the Puerto Rican boy, was blind.

Blind?

I've got a hunch the papers are
gonna play this like the Chicago Fire.

Do you think we should try
for first degree murder?

It looks like it to me.

You wanna prosecute?

That's up to you, but
before you make any decision

I think you ought to know one of the
defendants is a kid named Di Pace.

I used to go with his
mother, when I was a kid.

Oh boy, Hank, the papers would
have a field day with this one.

I hope I'm not speaking
out of turn, Mr. Cole.

But it seems to me that politically
this is a dangerous case.

Politically?

We don't care anything
about politics now, do we?

Well, sir, I think we're all aware,
sir, that there's something more

than a ground swell developing to
put you in the Governor's mansion.

I'm sure none of us would like to see
anything happen to jeopardize that.

Oh, now, the worst the
newspapers can say is,

"Honest D.A. Prosecutes son
of childhood sweetheart. "

Doesn't sound so
damaging to me.

All right, that's all
for the moment, gentlemen.

- Hello, darling.
- Sweetheart.

Boy, I'm beat.

- How's that for timing?
- I earned this one today.

- Did you ever see such headlines?
- It's a hard case, all right.

Mom, where's that
white bra of yours?

- Hi, Dad.
- Hi, beautiful.

Third drawer of the dresser,
dear, where it always is.

Okay.

Jenny wearing a bra?

Jenny's been wearing a bra
for almost two years now.

I guess I haven't taken
a good look at her lately.

One of those boys is only
a year older than Jenny.

- I guess that's why it bothers me so.
- He was old enough to handle a knife.

Whose idea was it anyway to
go for murder one, Dan Cole's?

- Look, Karin...
- I know why he assigned this case to you.

'Cause you're the only man smart enough
to get him a first degree conviction.

He'd frame his own mother
to get that nomination.

Karin, it wasn't Dan Cole's idea
to go for first degree murder.

It was mine.

Yours?

Yes, mine.

I don't believe it.

But you came from that
neighborhood yourself.

- Yes and I got out.
- Yes, you did.

But everybody hasn't got
the emotional equipment

to put up with the
slums and the poverty.

Here we go with the passive
theories of social oppression.

Listen, Karin, those punks
have made Harlem a nightmare.

People are afraid to walk home
from the subway after dark.

Remember the old man at the newsstand,
the one who loaned me the money

to buy a suit
for my bar exam?

Well, last week, four of your
underprivileged children beat him up.

They broke both his legs,
he'll never walk again.

And you're upset because
three self-confessed killers

are gonna stand
trial for murder.

Good night, folks.
Don't wait up for me.

Oh, Jenny, I
wasn't planning to.

I'm going to bed
at 12:00, after you.

Mother, you can be such a drag
sometimes. So utterly cubistic.

You know what I
mean, don't you, Dad?

You heard your
mother. 12:00, darling.

All right, I just hope I can explain
it to Lonnie's satisfaction. Good night.

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.

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

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, Se�or.

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, Se�or,

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, Se�or.

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.

- 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 Jes�s 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 homes. I'm delighted
you haven't fallen for any of that

modern nonsense about emotional
problems or environment, or broken homes.

A little mass execution now
and then, that'll stop them.

Nothing else has.

Look, Doctor, I came here to ask a
couple of questions about these boys.

I've already talked
with Reardon and Aposto.

They're old pros.

Those two have been
through the mill

here regularly since
they were 10 or 11.

- Di Pace been in here before?
- No. This is his first.

Tell me something about him.

He's bright.

IQ 135.

Likes to read.

Of course, the psychological tests show
aggression and fear, just like the others.

What about Reardon?

Delusions of grandeur.
Deep feeling of inferiority.

Hates anybody whose skin
or religion is different.

Underneath,
scared of course.

But scared more
than the others.

Is Aposto as
stupid as he seems?

Retarded.

Very.

As a psychiatrist, would
you say he's legally sane?

Now you know that the words sane and
insane have no meaning in medicine?

- They have in law.
- I deal in people, Mr. Bell.

Not in legal technicalities.

Where is Di Pace?

- In the juvenile section.
- Thank you.

And, by the way,

I hope you'll forgive
my bad manners.

It's a conditioned reflex with
public officials, I'm afraid.

Think nothing of it, Doctor. We
all have our emotional problems.

Sit down.

- Cigarette?
- Ram it.

I'd like to hear your
side of the story, Danny.

So you can help fry me?

Do I look like a kook?

Did my lawyers give you
an okay to talk to me?

They know I'm here.

They must have told you
you're in serious trouble.

They told me I'm innocent
till proven guilty.

You'll get a fair trial,
if that's what you mean.

But not in a children's
court, a grown-up murder trial.

You better tell
me your story.

Okay.

In two words, self-defense.

Danny, that's stupid
and you know it.

And you're stupid
to stick to it.

Tough and a half.
So, I'm stupid.

And a little scared, too?

Nobody scares me,
especially a bum like you.

Don't get fresh
with me, Danny.

I'm here because I'm a
friend of your mother's.

Don't con me, Mr. Bell.

Bell. Your name's Bellini,
and you're a wop just like me.

What's the matter, Mr. Bellini?
You ashamed of being a wop?

Let me tell you
something, Mr. Bellini.

Don't walk down any
dark streets alone.

You haven't got the guts to handle a
skinny broad, much less the Thunderbirds.

You look kind of
fruity to me anyway.

And, stay away from my
mother, you fake wop!

Excuse me. I'm
looking for Zorro.

Go away, don't bother
me. Vamos, Se�or.

Mr. Bell, what
brings you to my turf?

- I'd like to talk with Louisa Escalante.
- Why?

She was there the day it happened.
I'd like to talk with her.

A few minutes. Come
on, I'll buy you a beer.

- They think I'm a C
-man, huh?

- Why do you think so?

You know, this white
shirt, the suit.

You know Harlem, huh?

I used to live here.

They think I'm a cop and
they don't wanna be around

if there's gonna be a pinch.

You know, this
place is all right.

A guy gets pinched, he like throws
stuff away. Might land at your feet.

Next thing you know,
you're arrested for holding.

Or maybe even for
intent to sell.

Let's have two
beers, Miguel.

Good beer here.
You'll like it.

So, you're working
for Roberto?

Well, that's one
way of putting it.

The birds ain't
got a chance,

or have they?

I think we've got
a very good case.

Yeah? My man, you
give it to them good.

The others are bad,
but they are the worst.

You don't like them,
do you, any of them?

Well, man, put
yourself in my shoes.

The niggers look down on
us. The wops look down on us.

The Irish were here
before the Indians.

Man, my people
are a proud race.

Puerto Rico ain't
no African jungle.

And the wops, what the
hell did they ever have?

Mussolini, a big stink.

Michelangelo, so what?

You ever heard of
a guy named Picasso?

- Yes.
- Now Pablo Picasso, man,

I went all the way down to the
museum to look at his paintings.

Now, that cat is great.

He's the greatest artist that
ever lived, man. He sings.

And you know...

That's the delivery kid
that don't wanna pay.

You know, Picasso, he's got the same
blood in his veins that I got in mine.

And you know the first
fiddle at the Minsk hall?

Puerto Rican. Come on.

That a contribution
to your war chest?

Look, we got three
square blocks here.

Like this is our island,
little Puerto Rico.

You know what I
mean, Mr. Bell?

And we are
busting to get out.

But while we here, we
gotta protect our turf.

People gotta respect it.

And, you know what
people respect. Force.

Here, our contribution
to your favorite charity.

You know that that ain't the
point. It ain't the money.

We just can't let people come in and out
of here without knowing whose place it is.

- Like the Thunderbirds?
- Yeah, like the Thunderbirds.

Look what happened
to poor Roberto.

Poor, innocent, blind kid
who never did anyone no wrong.

Tell me something. Thunderbirds
know you protect your turf.

How do you explain three of them
coming down here and invading it?

The Thunderbirds are
all on junk, that's why.

They're dope
addicts, you know.

That's right.

Those boys weren't on junk.

You're right. They weren't
on junk, not then anyway.

But it's that Reardon.

- What about the other two?
- Aposto?

Man, that cat does
anything anybody tells him.

And Di Pace?

He's a wild one.

You know, he helped one of
our guys out of trouble once.

Now why would a wop
wanna help a spic?

No. It's that Reardon.

He's got holes in his head.

I put one of them there.

When I smacked that chump, he went
down and I stomp him in the head.

- You know why?
- So he wouldn't get up again.

If he did, you might go
down and he'd stomp you.

You sound like you've
been stomped before.

A touch here and there.

Man, this popping is for no one,
man. It's for writing on toilet walls.

It stinks, man, it stinks.

That's what this popping is.

Well, the old lady won't let
her baby come down to this place.

So, you can talk to
her at her house. Okay?

What do I owe
you, bartender?

- The beer's on me.
- Let me.

I said the beer's on me.

Thanks.

Mrs. Escalante.

I'd like to talk
with your daughter.

You can talk to
her right here.

Louisa, I'd like to ask you,

just what happened the
night Roberto was killed?

I told the cops many times.

I know, but I...

I'd like you to tell me.

I was sitting here.

Maria was there.

We saw them coming.

They jumped for Roberto and
started killing him, that's all.

Did Roberto have a knife?

A knife?

Your policeman keep
asking for this knife.

And why? It is not true.

Roberto never have a knife.

Three boys said
he pulled a knife.

This is a lie.

A girl saw it, too.

That is not so.
Who is this girl?

Louisa, can you
tell me something?

This girl said she saw
something that glittered.

What was it that glittered?

- Glitter?
- Shine.

His harmonica.

The harmonica on which
he plays his music.

This is what shined.

This is what you mean.

Ladies and gentlemen,
meet our next governor,

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?

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?

I've gone a hundred
miles out of my way

to find out what makes
these monsters tick.

I've been to Harlem time
and again. To their homes.

They spit in my face.

What more can anyone
do? What would you do?

- I don't know.
- Don't you?

All right, I made a mistake.

Was it a mistake? Don't
you believe what you said?

All right, Hank, I meant every
word I said the other night.

Something else you said.

Old Hank Bellini.

Danny Di Pace said it, too.

"What's the matter, Mr. Bellini?
You ashamed of being a wop?"

My old man was ignorant.

He thought the way to be a good
American was to change your name.

It was always easy for me to
explain, "My father did it. "

Now I realize I not only went
along with it, I was glad.

I was secretly glad my name
was Bell instead of Bellini.

It was part of
getting out of Harlem.

- Like marrying you.
- You married me because you loved me.

Hank, I know what
you're going through now.

Somehow you'll
find the answer.

"Grand jury of the county of
New York by this indictment

"accuses Arthur Reardon, Daniel
Di Pace and Anthony Aposto

"of premeditated murder
in the first degree

"on the 25th
day of July 1960,

"in the county of New York, by
feloniously stabbing Roberto Escalante.

"And at the stated time and place causing
the death of said Roberto Escalante,

"without excuse
or justification.

"Signed, foreman of the Grand
Jury, William Henry Baines. "

- Bell? Does the
Defense wish to open?

This is the lab
report on these knives.

- Your Honor.
- Thanks, Hardy.

- Aren't you gonna read it?
- When I get ready.

- Didn't think we'd find them, did you?
- You didn't, they just turned up.

It's quite interesting,
you better read it.

...it is not fact
but a mere accusation.

I'm sure you will
keep your minds open

until you have heard all
the evidence from both sides,

and that your verdict
will be a just one.

Thank you for
your attention.

State your name,
address and age.

Louisa Maria Philippa
Garcia Escalante,

Forty-nine and a half, West
110th Street, 16 years old.

Louisa, are you the
sister of the murdered boy?

Objection. Rephrase
your question, Mr. Bell.

Are you the sister
of Roberto Escalante?

I was.

On the afternoon
of July 25, 1960,

were you seated on the front
steps of the apartment house

where you live at 49 and
a half, West 110th Street?

- Yes, sir. Who
was there with you?

- My brother,
Roberto. Anyone else?

Yes, sir. My
friend Maria Creva.

- What were you doing there?
- I was talking.

And your brother?

He was making music
on the harmonica.

The three of you were seated on the
front steps minding your own business,

watching the world go
by. Is that correct?

Roberto was not
watching the world go by.

- You mean he was blind?

- Yes.

- And he was playing the harmonica?
- Yes.

Did anything happen
to disturb that moment?

- Them! Those boys
were... Louisa. Louisa.

Try to control yourself.

Sit right down.

Try to tell me as clearly and as
calmly as you can just what happened.

Three boys came
down the street.

When they got by our stoop,

they pulled knives
out of their pockets

and stabbed Roberto.

They stabbed him many
times. They killed him.

Did he draw a knife?

He did not have no knife.

Did he act in any way as though
he were going to attack them?

Why would he
attack those boys?

He did not know
they was there.

He was blind.

Why would he attack
those three boys?

What did the boys
do then, Louisa?

They run away.

Did you get a good look at
them before they ran away?

Yes, sir.

If you saw them again,
would you recognize them?

- Yes, sir.
- Are they in this courtroom?

Right over there.

Louisa, just so there can be
no possibility of a mistake.

Just so the court will know
exactly who you are talking about,

I want you to leave the witness stand, go
to the three boys who killed your brother,

and place your hand on the shoulder
of each one to identify them.

Miss Escalante, now the court realizes
the extent of your emotional involvement

- in this case.
- Nice work, Hank.

Here, read this.

Quite interesting.

I'm not through
with her yet.

- Now, if you'd like a short
recess... No, I'm all right.

I'll be all right.

I want to answer
the questions.

Louisa, what is
your occupation?

- Occupation?
- What do you do for a living?

You're under oath, Louisa, remember
that. What do you do for a living?

I am a hooker.

You mean you're
a prostitute?

- Yes.
- When did you become a prostitute?

I was 14.

You became a prostitute
when you were 14?

- Yes.
- Were you coerced into it?

Objection, Your Honor. I see no
purpose to this line of questioning.

Bell, do you have a point
here, which applies to the case?

I do, Your Honor.
- Proceed.

Were you coerced
into this profession?

Coerced?

Did someone, an older
man for instance,

cause you to
become a prostitute?

No, sir. I thought
of it myself.

Thought of it yourself, why?

We had no money and
my mother was sick.

Couldn't you get a job?

I was 14.

I tried to get a job, they do
not give me a working permit.

- What about your brother?
- He was blind.

Did you make some
money this way?

I did.

Did your mother ask you
where you got the money?

- Yes.
- What did you tell her?

I told her I was
on the street.

You told your mother
you were a prostitute?

- Yes.
- What did she say?

She said,

"Why didn't we let her die?"

Mr. Bell, why are you
pursuing this line?

Your Honor, I'm trying
to get at the truth.

Thank you, Louisa.

No more questions.

- Your witness, Mr.
Randolph. No questions.

Is the Defense ready?

Your Honor, the Defense
requests a short recess.

Court will recess
for 10 minutes.

That was a masterful
presentation, Hank.

Come on out to the hall. Have
your picture taken with me.

You go ahead, Dan. I
want to look this over.

We're ready, Dan.

That was nice.

State your name,
age and address.

Anthony Aposto, 16,
and what was that?

Your address.

The court has Anthony
Aposto's address.

Anthony, sit down.

Anthony Aposto, are you
also known as Batman?

- Yeah.
- Well, why do they call you Batman?

I don't know, everybody
calls me Batman.

Where did you get the name?

- Batman, he's in the comics.
- I see.

Do you like reading
comic books, Anthony?

- Yeah, sure I like the pictures, you know?
- What about the words, Anthony?

Well, they're okay
too, I guess, yeah.

Well then, perhaps you have a
little trouble with the words.

You know, I'm not
such a hot reader.

Anthony, what do you
like about Batman?

Batman. Well, he ain't
afraid of nothing, you know.

And, well, he wears this
cool black suit all the time.

And he's always
fighting, you know.

Do you like to
fight, Batman?

- Sure.
- Are you a good fighter, Batman?

Oh, boy. My old man will tell you. You
know something, I pack a hell of a wallop.

- That's right.
- Why?

- Has he watched you?
- No, I walloped him once.

Why do you like
to fight, Batman?

I don't know why.

Try to think why.

Why what?

Just try to think
why you like to fight.

Because it makes
me feel good.

You really got your work
cut out for you here.

He's even got me convinced
this kid is a nut.

Anthony, if this court frees you,
what will you do with your life?

Am I going to get sprung?

Just answer the
question, Anthony.

- The question?
- The question.

If this court frees you, what
will you do with your life?

I don't know.

If you were released this afternoon,
what would you do for the rest of the day?

- I'd go back to the block.
- And tomorrow?

- Tomorrow?
- Yes. Tomorrow.

I don't know. I mean, I gotta
know what I do tomorrow? You know.

Anthony, please try
to answer the question.

I don't know.

Dr. Walsh, you heard
Anthony Aposto testify

that he likes to fight,
because it makes him feel good.

Could you explain this
testimony to the jury?

In laymen's terms, please.

Aposto's gratification from
fighting stems from two sources.

One, fighting
gives him status.

And two, in laymen's
terms, Aposto enjoys pain.

Dr. Walsh, do you
believe Anthony Aposto

to be capable of an act, say
an act of extreme violence,

which requires
premeditation?

Premeditation would not be
consistent with Aposto's pattern.

- The state of New York... May I?
- By all means.

...is your employer,
is it not, Dr. Walsh?

I work for the state, yes.

You realize you are testifying
against the state of New York.

I realize that.

Doesn't it frighten you to be testifying
in opposition to your employer?

The truth is the truth.

We've gotta get
our own man up there

and demolish that
testimony and do it now.

Later, it won't
have any impact.

Dr. Andrade,

as a qualified psychiatrist, I'd
like to talk to you for a moment

about Arthur Reardon.

In your report to our office,
you indicated that he had

more than normal aggression,
I believe you said.

- Along with delusions of grandeur.
- Yes, those are parts of my findings.

He had fantasies about becoming a
very important man in his neighborhood.

He dreamed about growing up to be a
bigger man in his field than Al Capone.

Yes, he did.

Doctor, you are a very
experienced psychiatrist.

In your opinion, your
professional opinion,

what is the cause of these
unmanageable aggressions and delusions?

- Fear.
- Fear?

Arthur Reardon is a very
frightened young man.

Would you say as a
generalization he's

insecure or as a specific,
that he is a coward?

Well, a layman might
so describe him. Yes.

A coward and a bully.

I don't know what the word
bully means to you, Mr. Bell.

A bully is a
person so cowardly

that he attacks only those
who cannot defend themselves.

Like a blind boy.

I would call him a
bully and a coward.

It's a lie, you
stinking pig!

Order. Order!

Arthur, sit down!

Order, let there be
order in this court.

Father, he's making me sick.

I instruct the court attendants
that in the event of another outburst

from this defendant,

they are to bind
him and gag him,

so that this trial will
not be interrupted again.

Nobody's gagging me! This country
has free speech, doesn't it?

Why are they trying to tell
me what I can say and do?

Gag the defendant.

Why are you trying to
gag me? I got my rights.

Hank, this is gonna
work against us.

This makes him look like a hotheaded
maniac, instead of a cold-blooded killer.

We're going to have a terrible
time proving premeditation now.

Dr. Andrade,

you testified that in
your professional opinion

Anthony Aposto was aware of the
quality and nature of his act

when he stabbed
Roberto Escalante.

Objection!

When and if he stabbed
Roberto Escalante.

- That is correct.
- Doctor,

how can you say what was definitely
in the mind of Anthony Aposto

when and if he
stabbed another boy?

So far science has found
no means of determining

what definitely goes
on in the mind of a man.

If Anthony Aposto did not
know what he was doing,

then he'd be innocent in the
eyes of the law, wouldn't he?

I'm afraid I can't answer
questions about the law.

Let me put it
this way, Doctor.

Is there in your mind the
slightest shadow of a doubt

that Anthony Aposto
knew what he was doing

when he stabbed
Roberto Escalante?

But I have no
psychic powers.

I can't answer
your question.

You are aware that under the
laws of the United States,

a man is presumed innocent till proven
guilty beyond a reasonable doubt.

Oh yes, I am.

Thank you, Doctor.
No more questions.

That's all, Doctor.
Call the next witness.

We call Daniel Di Pace.

What are you doing?

- I'm looking for the truth.
- There's a proper procedure

for arriving at the truth.

I didn't put you on
this case to lose it.

I'm looking for justice.

The jury decides justice.

I'm taking you off
this case, Hank.

Do that, Dan.

I'd like to hear you
explain it to the newspapers.

Would you have stabbed him
if he hadn't drawn his knife?

No, sir.

So you only stabbed
him to defend yourself.

Thank you, Danny.

Your witness, Mr. Bell.

Your Honor, I have here three
knives I'd like to place in evidence.

Also, a sworn statement
by one Angela Rugiello,

to the effect that these are the
knives handed her by the defendants,

on July 25.

Her statement goes on to
say that Angela Rugiello

wrapped the knives
in a newspaper,

and threw them in the backseat of
an automobile that same afternoon,

in the same condition in
which they were given to her.

And finally, I have
a police lab report,

on the condition of the
knives when they were found.

I would like to place this in
evidence, but at the proper time.

May I have the
knives, please?

Mark this statement.

- You recognize these knives, Danny?
- No.

You're under oath, Danny.

Don't add perjury to
the charge against you.

Is that any worse than
going to the chair, huh?

I don't recognize them!

- This your knife?
- I don't remember.

This one?

I don't remember.

What about this one?

I don't remember.

Don't you recognize any of these
knives? Any one of them at all?

Objection! Badgering
the witness.

Witness has already
answered the question.

Objection sustained.

Danny, are you afraid to
admit which knife is yours?

No, I'm not afraid!

Then why can't you recognize
your knife when you see it?

Objection! Counsel is assuming
a fact not in evidence.

There is no testimony linking any
of the knives with the witness.

I'll sustain that.

Danny, you're a very bright
young man, with a very high IQ.

You think the jury is going to believe
that you can't recognize your knife

when you see it?

I don't care whether
they believe it or not.

Who spotted Roberto
Escalante first?

- I don't remember.
- Who stabbed him first?

We all stabbed him
at the same time.

How many times
did you stab him?

- I don't remember!
- I saw you at Welfare Island,

you told me you stabbed
Roberto Escalante four times!

I must object!

I'll rephrase the
question, Your Honor.

Danny,

did you or did you not confess
that you stabbed Roberto Escalante?

Yeah. In self-defense.

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.