The Young Savages Page #4

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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, Seor.

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, Seor,

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, Seor.

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?

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