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a poor and violent place.

The only way to survive was to know how

to handle yourself, and I learned fast.

Hurry up!

Hurry up!

Get out of here! Let's

go! Let's get out of here!

Hold on.

Wait, wait, wait.

Take this out.

Hey, Donnique,

go for a swim!

Hello, boys.

Wanna see

something?

Huh?

Isn't that pretty?

You like that?

What's your name?

Donnique.

Donnique?

That's a pretty name,

Donnique.

You wanna be good to me,

sugar?

H- H-Hey, mister!

L- Leave him alone!

I wouldn't hurt

your friend.

Would I?

You don't need to be afraid,

Donnique.

You're pretty.

How old are you?

Ten.

Ten?

I said,

leave him alone!

Run! Run!

Come on!

Get outta here!

You little bastard.

Let's get outta here!

Black bastard!

Goddamn it!

Please, mister!

Put me down!

Shut up,

you son of a b*tch!

Put me down!

Ow!

I didn't

- didn't do nothin'! Come on, let's go.

I didn't- I

didn't- Shut up.

I didn't do nothin'.

Come on, you-

No!

Get in there.

It wasn't me!

I didn't do nothin'.

Sit down, kid.

What have we got here?

It's a juvenile case.

He's a kid, Sarge.

He's only 11 years old.

It's a n*gger

with a knife.

I don't care

how old he is.

Take care of it.

We know you were at the falls last

week, and we know what happened.

You're gonna talk,

you little son of a b*tch.

You'll be making speeches when I

get through with your black ass.

Ralph. Ralph.

I'm Sergeant Detective

Della Pesca.

You wanna tell me

what happened?

What is it, you were trying

to rob this man's gold watch,

he fought back

and so you stabbed him?

Is that pretty much it?

I- I-I...

didn't do nothing.

Let me tell you something,

sunshine.

The man you stabbed...

is a very important member

of this community,

and you are going down.

Do you see?

And I am gonna see to it personally.

As for you, Rubin Carter,

you're a menace to society.

If something isn't done about you soon,

you'll become a dangerous man in later life.

I only wish you were old enough I

could send you to the state prison.

I there fore

sentence you...

to the state home for boys

in Jamesburg...

from this day

till you're 21 years of age.

So be it.

Jamesburg was

a place of horror...

that I would be forever sorry

to have known existed.

It was there that I spent the next eight

years learning how to maim, butcher...

and fight for my survival.

I don't get what's going on.

I'm the boy's father.

I'll take care of him.

I don't know what you people-

I mean, what's it to you?

Mr. Martin, we've gotten to know

Lesra over the past few weeks.

I gotta tell you, he's got more

natural ability and enthusiasm...

than just about any kid

I've ever worked with.

So when he told us

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