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  KARYL

  Nothing clear enough to use.

  BRIGGS

  And it really isn’t that hard to find people who are in jail or whom you arrest to swear that somebody else is a bad guy? Isn’t that right?

  KARYL

  We check every story. We give everybody the benefit of the doubt.

  BRIGGS

  But you don’t check fingerprints?

  KARYL

  We check them when we find them.

  BRIGGS

  Right. Nothing further.

  CUT TO: INTERIOR: JAIL. An OLDER PRISONER sits on the john, his pants around his ankles.

  OLDER PRISONER

  They got to give you some time. A guy dies and you get time. That’s the deal. Why the hell should you walk? And don’t give me young. Young don’t count when a guy dies. Why should you walk?

  STEVE

  ’Cause I’m a human being. I want a life too! What’s wrong with that?

  OLDER PRISONER

  Nothing. But there’s rules you got to follow. You do the crime, you do the time. You act like garbage, they treat you like garbage.

  PRISONER 2

  Yo, man. You acting like you a preacher or something—but guess where you at? This ain’t no hotel.

  OLDER PRISONER

  But I ain’t complaining.

  PRISONER 2

  But suppose he innocent?

  OLDER PRISONER

  You innocent?

  STEVE

  Yes.

  OLDER PRISONER

  Yeah, well, somebody got to do some time. They’re going to lock somebody up.

  PRISONER 3

  How’s he gonna say he’s innocent? That’s why they holding the trial—so the jury can say if he’s innocent or not. What he says now don’t even count.

  OLDER PRISONER

  Whatever. Anyone got a newspaper?

  FADE OUT

  FADE IN: INTERIOR: WAITING ROOM. O’BRIEN enters and sits on bench with STEVE. STEVE’s wrist is handcuffed to bench.

  O’BRIEN (indicating cuffs)

  This wasn’t necessary.

  STEVE

  They just like to show they’re in charge. How do you think the trial is going?

  O’BRIEN

  It could be going better.

  STEVE (surprised)

  What’s wrong?

  O’BRIEN

  Well, frankly, nothing is happening that speaks to your being innocent. Half of those jurors, no matter what they said when we questioned them when we picked the jury, believed you were guilty the moment they laid eyes on you. You’re young, you’re Black, and you’re on trial. What else do they need to know?

  STEVE

  I thought you’re supposed to be innocent until you’re proven guilty?

  O’BRIEN

  That’s true, but in reality it depends on how the jury sees the case. If they see it as a contest between the defense and the prosecution as to who’s lying, they’ll vote for the prosecution. The prosecutor walks around looking very important. No one is accusing her of being a bad person. They’re accusing you of being a monster. The jury can ask itself, Why should the prosecutor lie? Our job is to show that she’s not lying, but she’s simply made a mistake. How are you feeling? Is your stomach still upset?

  STEVE

  A little better.

  O’BRIEN

  This afternoon we have an important witness scheduled. This Osvaldo Cruz character. What do you know about him?

  CUT TO: EXTERIOR: NEIGHBORHOOD STOOP. Fourteen-year-old OSVALDO CRUZ is slim, well built. He has a tattoo of a devil’s head on his left forearm and a tattoo of a dagger on the back of his right hand between the thumb and forefinger. FREDDY ALOU, 16 and tough, sits fiddling with a beeper he is trying to repair. STEVE is sitting with them.

  FREDDY (to STEVE)

  What school you go to?

  OSVALDO

  He goes to that faggot school downtown. All they learn there is how to be a faggot.

  FREDDY

  You let him dis you like that, man?

  OSVALDO

  He don’t have no choice. He mess with me and the Diablos will burn him up. Ain’t that right, faggot?

  STEVE

  I can kick your narrow butt any day in the week.

  OSVALDO

  Well, here it is, so why don’t you come and kick it?

  FREDDY

  You better chill; he hangs with some bad dudes.

  OSVALDO

  He don’t hang with nobody. He’s just a lame looking for a name. Ain’t that right, Steve? Ain’t that right?

  STEVE

  Why don’t you shut up?

  OSVALDO

  You ain’t got the heart to be nothing but a lame. Everybody knows that. You might be hanging out with some people, but when the deal goes down, you won’t be around.

  STEVE

  Yeah, and you will be, huh?

  CUT TO: INTERIOR: COURTROOM. OSVALDO is on the stand.

  OSVALDO (softly, timidly)

  So Bobo said to me if I didn’t help him, he’d cut me up.

  CUT TO: STEVE writing on pad.

  CU: OSVALDO.

  OSVALDO

  He said he would cut me up and get my moms, too. I was, like, really scared of him.

  PETROCELLI

  Have you ever seen Bobo hurt anyone?

  OSVALDO

  I heard he messed up a dude in the projects.

  BRIGGS

  Objection.

  JUDGE

  Sustained.

  PETROCELLI

  Do you know as a matter of fact if Bobo has hurt anyone in the hood?

  BRIGGS

  Objection! Unless the prosecutor is going to pass out glossaries to the jury, I want her to use standard English.

  JUDGE

  Overruled.

  OSVALDO

  He told me he did some time for cutting a guy in the projects.

  PETROCELLI

  Do you know how old Bobo is?

  OSVALDO

  Twenty-two.

  PETROCELLI

  And how old are you, Osvaldo?

  BRIGGS

  Objection! Why are we suddenly on a first-name basis?

  PETROCELLI

  And how old are you, Mr. Cruz?

  OSVALDO

  Fourteen.

  PETROCELLI

  You live on 144th Street; is that correct?

  OSVALDO

  Yeah, across from the school.

  PETROCELLI

  I’m going to give you a series of names, and you will tell me if you know any of them. James King?

  OSVALDO

  Yeah, that’s him at that table in the blue suit.

  PETROCELLI

  Let the record indicate that Mr. Cruz has identified Mr. King. Steve Harmon?

  OSVALDO

  He’s the Black guy sitting at the other table.

  PETROCELLI

  Let the record show that Mr. Cruz has identified Steve Harmon. (Turning back to Osvaldo) All right. Did Mr. Evans, or Bobo, make a proposition to you?

  BRIGGS

  Leading!

  PETROCELLI

  Your honor, Mr. Cruz is a juvenile!

  BRIGGS

  He’s hostile? He’s a juvenile. Do you mean to say he’s hostile?

  PETROCELLI

  No, but you are.

  JUDGE

  That’s not necessary, Miss Petrocelli. You haven’t established Mr. Cruz as a hostile witness.

  PETROCELLI

  Mr. Cruz, how real did you think Mr. Evans’s—Bobo’s—threat was?

  OSVALDO

  I thought it was the real deal. You know, like I thought he would mess me up.

  PETROCELLI

  Were you afraid of Mr. King?

  BRIGGS

  Objection! If she wants to testify instead of the witness, fine. Swear her in, but she can’t lead the witness like that.

  JUDGE

  Sustained.

  PETROCELLI

  Di
d you participate in this robbery?

  OSVALDO

  Yes, I did.

  PETROCELLI

  Why?

  OSVALDO

  Because I was afraid of them. They were all older than me.

  PETROCELLI

  Who exactly were you afraid of?

  OSVALDO

  Bobo, James King, and Steve Harmon.

  PETROCELLI

  And was Bobo the only one who actually threatened you?

  BRIGGS

  There she goes again!

  JUDGE

  Where’s she going? That’s not leading! You think that’s leading? Look, I think it’s a good time for a break, folks. Maybe we’ll all be a bit more civil after a good night’s sleep.

  LS as JURY files out. Then the GUARDS come and cuff STEVE and JAMES KING. MS of OSVALDO passing STEVE. The two young men look at each other for a brief instant; then OSVALDO turns away.

  FADE TO BLACK.

  Thursday, July 9th

  Miss O’Brien’s saying that things looked bad for me was really discouraging. I wonder if the prosecutor knows what Osvaldo is really like. I wonder if she knows what I’m really like, or if she cares.

  This morning one of the guys in the next cell expects a verdict. His name is Acie. He was telling everybody that he didn’t care what they said about him. He held up a check-cashing place and shot the guard.

  “All they can do is put me in jail,” he said. “They can’t touch my soul.”

  He said he needed the money and intended to pay it back once he got on his feet. He said that God understood and would give him another chance. Then he started crying.

  His crying got to me. Miss O’Brien said the judge could sentence me to 25 years to life. If he did, I would have to serve at least 21 years and 3 months. I can’t imagine being in jail for that long. I wanted to cry with the guy.

  As I got dressed, I felt sick to my stomach. Mama leaves clean shirts and underwear for me. I thought of her in the kitchen ironing the shirts. I think about myself so much, about what’s going to happen to me and all, that I don’t think about my folks that much. I know she loves me, but I wonder what she’s thinking.

  Mr. Nesbitt. I thought about Mr. Nesbitt and remembered the pictures they showed of him. When they were passing them to the jury I didn’t look at them, but afterward, when the jury left, Miss O’Brien took them out and put them on the table in front of us. She made notes about them, but I could tell she wanted me to look at them. I looked at them.

  Mr. Nesbitt’s right foot was turned out. His left arm was lifted and bent at the elbow so that his fingers almost touched the side of his head. His eyes weren’t completely closed.

  Miss O’Brien looked at me—I didn’t see her looking at me but I knew she was. She wanted to know who I was. Who was Steve Harmon? I wanted to open my shirt and tell her to look into my heart to see who I really was, who the real Steve Harmon was.

  That was what I was thinking, about what was in my heart and what that made me. I’m just not a bad person. I know that in my heart I am not a bad person.

  Just before I had to go back to the cell block yesterday, I asked Miss O’Brien about herself. She said she was born in Queens, New York. She went to Bishop McDonnell High School, and then St. Joseph’s College in Brooklyn. After that she worked her way through New York University Law School.

  “And here I am,” she said.

  It sounded like a good life even though she said it like it was nothing special.

  In the holding pen, across from where we enter the courtroom, the guards were talking about their lives. One wanted to talk about how much money his kid’s teeth were costing to have them fixed. The other guard didn’t have any kids and he wanted to talk about how the Yankees were doing.

  We didn’t start on time because one of the jurors was late.

  “The little blonde,” the guard who wasn’t married said. “Her old man probably had something for her to do before she left the house.”

  They laughed. It must have been funny.

  While we were waiting, they brought King in and handcuffed him near me. I thought of the movie, of what kind of camera angle I would use.

  I could smell the different scents of him. He had on aftershave lotion and some kind of grease on his hair. I could separate the smells. Please don’t speak to me, I prayed.

  “They ain’t got nothing yet,” he said. “Osvaldo don’t mean nothing ’cause they let him walk. Anybody can see that.”

  I didn’t answer.

  “You thinking about cutting a deal?” he asked.

  King curled his lip and narrowed his eyes. What was he going to do, scare me? All of a sudden he looked funny. All the times I had looked at him and wanted to be tough like him, and now I saw him sitting in handcuffs and trying to scare me. How could he scare me? I go to bed every night terrified out of my mind. I have nightmares whenever I close my eyes. I am afraid to speak to these people in the jail with me. In the courtroom I am afraid of the judge. The guards terrify me. I started laughing because it was funny. They do things to you in jail. You can’t scare somebody with a look in here.

  A court officer came in and got us. When I went into the courtroom, I saw a group of kids sitting in front. It looked like a junior high school class.

  “Once the trial actually begins there will be no talking,” the teacher with them said. “This is part of the American judicial system, and we have to respect every part of it.”

  When I looked at the kids in the class, they turned away from me quickly.

  I sat down and looked straight ahead. It was easy to imagine myself sitting where they were sitting, looking at the back of the prisoner.

  FADE IN: INTERIOR: COURTROOM. MS of JURORS. CU of a PRETTY BLACK JUROR. She is smiling.

  CUT TO: CU of STEVE. He smiles.

  CUT TO: CU of PRETTY BLACK JUROR. She stops smiling and looks quickly away.

  MS of COURTROOM. STEVE has put his head down on the table. O’BRIEN pulls him up.

  O’BRIEN

  If you give up, they’ll give up on you. (Then angrily) Get your head up!

  STEVE lifts his head. There are tears on his face. As he wipes away the tears, we hear a VO of PETROCELLI as she continues with OSVALDO’s testimony.

  PETROCELLI

  So what did Richard Evans, the man we are referring to as Bobo, suggest to you?

  OSVALDO

  He said he had a place all lined up. He said all I had to do was to slow anybody down who came out after them. I was going to push a garbage can in front of them.

  CUT TO: PETROCELLI, who appears very confident. Then MS of front of COURTROOM.

  PETROCELLI

  When Bobo mentioned the other participants, did he specify what part they were to play in this robbery?

  OSVALDO (getting tougher as he speaks)

  He said that him and James King were going to go into the store and do the thing. Steve was going to be the lookout.

  PETROCELLI

  And how were the proceeds of this robbery going to be divided?

  OSVALDO

  Everybody was going to get a taste. I don’t know how much exactly. But everybody was going to get a taste.

  PETROCELLI

  And is that taste, or share of the take, the reason you participated in this robbery?

  OSVALDO

  No, I was in because I was scared of Bobo.

  PETROCELLI

  Mr. Cruz, you’re testifying against people you know. Are you testifying because you’re getting a deal from the government?

  OSVALDO

  Yeah.

  PETROCELLI

  Nothing further.

  MS of BRIGGS as he walks slowly to the podium. OSVALDO is obviously an important witness, and BRIGGS treats him like one.