CUT TO: INTERIOR: COURTROOM. KARYL is still on stand as BRIGGS cross-examines.
BRIGGS
Did you dust the area for fingerprints?
KARYL
It’s my understanding that the crime-scene technicians didn’t find any fingerprints they could establish as belonging to a perpetrator.
BRIGGS
Isn’t it true that what you did in this case was to skip the investigation and run to your stoolies?
KARYL
We treat each case carefully. We don’t just go through the motions.
BRIGGS
The cash register was handled, but you didn’t find fingerprints, is that right?
KARYL
Not clear prints.
BRIGGS
How about the counter—was that dusted for fingerprints?
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
Did 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.
BRIGGS
Mr. Cruz, when you were apprehended, did you make a statement to the police about your part in this crime?
OSVALDO
Yeah.
BRIGGS
You admitted to the police that you were a participant in this crime, isn’t that true?
OSVALDO
A what?
BRIGGS
You were one of the people involved with the crime?
OSVALDO
Yeah, that’s right.
BRIGGS
So for all practical purposes you were up to your neck in a crime in which a man was murdered. Is that right? Is that how you saw it?
OSVALDO
I guess so.
BRIGGS
And now that you’re in trouble, you’d do pretty much anything to get out of trouble, wouldn’t you? And when I say anything, I mean tell lies, get other people in trouble, anything?
OSVALDO
No.
BRIGGS
And when the Assistant District Attorney offered you a deal that would keep you out of jail, you jumped at it, didn’t you?
OSVALDO
I wouldn’t lie in court. I’m telling the truth.
BRIGGS
Well, I’m certainly glad you’re telling the truth, Mr. Cruz. But let me ask you, Mr. Cruz, hasn’t the prosecutor given you a choice? You go to jail or you put somebody else in jail? Isn’t that your choice?
OSVALDO
I don’t go around lying to people. Especially when I swear.
BRIGGS
And you did swear today, isn’t that correct? And it wouldn’t be right to lie under oath?
OSVALDO
Right.
BRIGGS
It wouldn’t be right to lie under oath, but it would be just fine to go into a drugstore and stick it up? That’s cool, isn’t it?
OSVALDO
That was a mistake.
CU of BRIGGS’s face showing absolute disgust.
BRIGGS
Nothing more.
O’BRIEN stands and takes her place at the podium.
O’BRIEN
Osvaldo, do you know how you were apprehended?
OSVALDO
I had a fight with my girlfriend and she called the police.
O’BRIEN
A fight? You mean an argument? A disagreement?
OSVALDO (quietly)
She found out I got another girl pregnant.
O’BRIEN
Are you a member of a gang?
OSVALDO
No.
O’BRIEN
So the information I have about you belonging to a gang called the Diablos is wrong?
A beat.
OSVALDO
No, that’s right. I belong to the Diablos.
O’BRIEN
So your first answer was a lie?
OSVALDO (Looks toward Petrocelli.)
It was a mistake.
O’BRIEN
You also said that the robbery was a mistake. Perhaps you can tell us the difference between a mistake and a lie?
OSVALDO (ruffled)
Hey, I’m just trying to turn my life around. (Looks toward jury.) I made a mistake and now I figure it’s about time I did the right thing.
O’BRIEN
How do you get into this gang, Mr. Cruz? Is there something you have to do to become a member?
OSVALDO (getting even tougher)
You have to fight a guy who’s already in the club to show you got the heart.
O’BRIEN
And don’t you have to do something else? Something involving a knife?
OSVALDO
You got to leave your mark on somebody.
O’BRIEN
Can you tell the jury exactly what it means to “leave your mark” on somebody?
OSVALDO
You have to cut them where it shows.
O’BRIEN
So to be a member of this gang, the Diablos, you have to fight a gang member and then cut someone. Usually that’s done to a stranger, and the cut is made in the face, is that right?
OSVALDO
They don’t do that anymore.
O’BRIEN
But Mr. Cruz, that’s what you had to do, isn’t it?
OSVALDO
Yeah.
O’BRIEN
But now you want us to believe that you participated in this robbery because you were afraid of Bobo, and not because this is what you do?
OSVALDO
I was afraid.
O’BRIEN
Did you tell the Assistant District Attorney who questioned you that you were a member of the Diablos?
OSVALDO
Yeah, they knew.
O’BRIEN
You weren’t afraid to fight a member of the Diablos to get into the gang. You weren’t afraid of cutting a stranger in the face. You weren’t afraid of beating up your girlfriend. But you were afraid of Bobo, is that right?
OSVALDO
Yeah.
CU of JUROR shaking her head.
DISSOLVE TO: INTERIOR: VISITORS’ AREA of DETENTION CENTER. There is a table in the shape of a hexagon. One side leads to a tunnel through which the PRISONERS can enter. They sit on the inside while the VISITORS sit on the outside. We see STEVE sitting among the prisoners. He is wearing his orange prison garb. MR. HARMON, his father, sits on the outside of the table.
MR. HARMON
How are you doing?
STEVE
All right. You talk to Miss O’Brien?
MR. HARMON
She doesn’t sound that positive. There’s so much garbage going through that courtroom, she thinks that anybody in there is going to have a stink on him.
STEVE
She said she’s going to put me on the stand. Give me a chance to tell my side of the story.
MR. HARMON
That’s good. You need to tell them that…
His voice fades away.
STEVE
I’m just going to tell them the truth, that I didn’t do anything wrong.
A beat as the father and son try to cope with the tension.
STEVE
You believe that, don’t you?
CU of MR. HARMON. There are tears in his eyes. The pain in his face is very evident as he struggles with his emotions.
MR. HARMON
When you were first born, I would lie up in the bed thinking about scenes of your life. You playing football. You going off to college. I used to think of you going to Morehouse and doing the same things I did when I was there. I never made the football team, but I thought—I dreamed you would. I even thought about getting mad at you for staying out too late—there you were lying on the bed in those disposable diapers—I wanted the real diapers but your mother insisted on the kind you didn’t have to wash, just throw away. I never thought of seeing you—you know—seeing you in a place like this. It just never came to me that you’d ever be in any kind of trouble….
MS: STEVE and MR. HARMON. An incredibly difficult moment passes between them. STEVE searches his father’s face, looking for the reassurance he has always seen there.
STEVE
How’s Mom doing?
MR. HARMON
She’s struggling. It’s hard on all of us. I know it’s hard on you.
STEVE
I’ll be okay.
STEVE puts his head down and begins to weep. MR. HARMON turns away, then reaches back and touches STEVE’s hand. A GUARD crosses quickly and moves the father’s hand away from his son.
MR. HARMON (choking with emotion)
Steve. It’s going to be all right, son. It’s going to be all right. You’re going to be home again and it’s going to be all right.
The scene blurs and darkens. There is the sound of STEVE’s FATHER sobbing.
Notes:
I’ve never seen my father cry before. He wasn’t crying like I thought a man would cry. Everything was just pouring out of him and I hated to see his face. What did I do? What did I do? Anybody can walk into a drugstore and look around. Is that what I’m on trial for? I didn’t do nothing! I didn’t do nothing! But everybody is just messed up with the pain. I didn’t fight with Mr. Nesbitt. I didn’t take any money from him. Seeing my dad cry like that was just so terrible. What was going on between us, me being his son and him being my dad, is pushed down and something else is moving up in its place. It’s like a man looking down to see his son and seeing a monster instead.
Miss O’Brien said things were going bad for us because she was afraid that the jury wouldn’t see a difference between me and all the bad guys taking the stand. I think my dad thinks the same thing.
FADE IN: EXTERIOR: STEVE’s NEIGHBORHOOD. Camera pans. Homeless men have built a cardboard “village” on rooftops. Then: to edge of roof, where we see a crowd in the street below. As camera zooms in, we pick up a cacophony of sounds. Gradually one sound becomes clearer. The accent is West Indian, and a ground-level camera comes up on two dark, somewhat heavy and middle-aged WOMEN.
WOMAN 1
I think it’s a shame, a terrible shame.
WOMAN 2
What happened?
CUT TO: STEVE; he is holding a basketball and is within earshot of the 2 women.
WOMAN 1
They stuck up the drugstore and shot the poor man.
WOMAN 2
Oh, these guns! Is he all right?
WOMAN 1
Miss Trevor say he dead. They had 2 ambulances.
WOMAN 2
Two people got shot?
WOMAN 1
I don’t think 2 people got shot, but 2 ambulances came. One came from Harlem Hospital.
WOMAN 2
It’s probably those crack people. They say they’ll do anything for that stuff.
WOMAN 1
Was he married? I didn’t see no woman working in the store.
WOMAN 2
That young Spanish boy? I don’t think he married.
WOMAN 1
No, girl, he ain’t the owner. The old man owned that place. I think he from St. Kitts.
WOMAN 2
Oh, you know it’s a shame. You know it is.