The Young Americans Page #4

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- Nothing.

It's not them, is it?

I don't know.

I want to talk to the boy.

- Carnegie's arrest from

the nightclub. - Why?

He probably knows more than

all of us put together.

As long as that's

okay with you.

Mind if I show you something?

Do I have any choice?

You recognize him?

- No. - I think he helped

kill two police officers.

He threw a fire bomb

into their car.

They burned to death.

Why would he want to

do that, Chris?

All right, play it your way.

I hear you haven't spoken to anyone

since your arrest. Do you like it here?

- I've seen worse. - If I were you,

I'd get myself an attorney.

Assault.

Resisting arrest.

Who's to say you didn't stick

the knife into your pal?

Who did then? Who?

You know who did it,

don't you?

How's Lionel?

Lionel's in very bad shape.

He might not make it.

I want to see him.

Help me out, Chris, and I'll

make sure that you see him.

Check him out.

Okay, he's clean.

- What did he say? - He knows who they are.

He's gonna point them out to me.

- Really? - Yeah. I think

I'll recognize them.

I've got the boy's confidence,

so why don't you let me run with it?

- What do you say?

- Okay.

But we have to do it properly.

I still need to do my job.

- Fine. So do it.

- Still an "advisor," Mr. Harris?

You know what I mean?

Who the f***'s this?

- You're both under arrest.

- We're f***ing what?

F***!

Freddy, run!

I just don't believe this.

It's assault!

Oh, you want to press charges,

do you? Right.

- Somebody hit you over the head with

a bottle, did they? - Well, look at me!

Who was it?

The American?

Oh, come on now.

Who was it, your mate?

Oh, right! Your mate hit you over

the head with a bottle, did he?

Nice mates.

That'll add grievous bodily harm

to everything else.

F*** off!

This is just going to go on

and on until we're satisfied.

Are you listening?

Two of my policemen are dead, and we

have people who saw you at the scene.

Bollocks! This ain't even

a police station.

Look, either charge me

or let me go.

How old are you? Eighteen, right?

Look it up.

Prison. your life's over.

Is that what you want?

- How long have you been doing this job, man?

- Who's your American friend?

I don't know any

f***ing Americans!

You're a terrible liar, Dwayne.

You know plenty of Americans.

What about Michael Jackson?

Mickey Mouse?

Thomas Nuefeld?

Joseph Hernandez?

Carl Fraser?

Is that the name

he's using now?

He's changed names more times than

you've changed your underwear, Dwayne.

F*** off!

You curse me or my friend one more time

and I'll tear your f***ing jaw off!

Got it?

He's using you.

It's what he does.

But you're so full of sh*t

you can't even see it, can you?

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