In a brilliant credit sequence, three leather-jacketed hoodlums stride across a scarred slum until, just after director Frankenheimer's name crosses the screen, they arrive at the front steps of a brownstone where a group of Puerto Rican youths sit chatting. The three pull out switchblades
and stab one of the youths, a boy wearing dark glasses. They take off running back across the slum area but are quickly captured by police. The victim of this vicious gang murder was blind, and the arrested gang members, Chandler, Nephew, and Kristien, refuse to talk to police, even to explain how
their victim was selected; the politically ambitious district attorney, Andrews, wa...