The Young Savages Page #3

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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.

- HANK... 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 other 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

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