Boys Town Page #4

Debts up to your knees.

This time it's up to here.

It might not be as bad as that.

You've got to stop thinking from here,

and think from here a little bit.

Now, Eddie, come on.

Let's look at the figures, averages...

and see what we can set aside.

Father, we'll have to go now

if you're going to make that train.

My goodness, I forgot all about it.

I'll be right with you, Paul.

Now where are you going?

A boy in the State Penitentiary

wants to see me. He's in for life.

Yes, and you're in for life, too.

Thank you.

- Goodbye, Mo.

- Goodbye, Father.

- Have a nice trip, Father.

- Thank you.

- Goodbye, boys.

- Bye, Father.

Pee Wee.

Are you going to be a good boy

while I'm away?

Can I get my candy when you're away?

Freddie, everyday Pee Wee gets

a piece of candy in my office...

if he's a good boy.

Of course, if he isn't a good boy,

then he won't expect it.

Because Pee Wee is an honorable man,

aren't you, Pee Wee?

- Goodbye, boys.

- Bye, Father.

- Nice trip.

- Bye, Father.

- Father Flanagan.

- Warden.

This is Joe Marsh.

He leaves for a federal prison today.

- Hello, Joe.

- Hi.

- I'm letting you use my office, Father.

- I appreciate that.

The guard will let you know

when the time is up.

- Would you like them to stay?

- No, I don't think that's necessary.

See you later.

I'm sorry I couldn't get here sooner,

but I was up to my ears in work...

when your letter came.

Yeah. Nursemaid for a couple of hundred

kids ain't no cinch.

That's right, no cinch.

Look, I didn't want to see you

for none of them phony prayers.

Nothing like that.

I got something else on my mind.

All right, go ahead, shoot.

Get this, I ain't sorry for nothing.

Well, everybody has a right

to look at things in their own way.

You bet. I went my own way,

and I got to be headman, didn't I?

Guys took off their hats

when I told them to...

and there's plenty of them still scared

that maybe I might bust out of this joint.

Well, now, look, you didn't have me come

all the way from Boys Town...

just to lord it over me, did you?

What's on your mind?

I got a kid brother, Whitey.

I've been taking care of him

ever since my old lady died.

Well, he's batty about me.

You know, thinks I'm aces.

Wants to be number one, like me.

But he ain't got what it takes.

He'd turn out to be a five-and-ten mug.

That's where you come in.

- You want me to take him to Boys Town.

- That's it.

The warden's got $280 I had on me.

It's all yours.

He'll tell you where to find Whitey.

He's here in Lincoln.

Well, we're overcrowded,

but I guess I can find room for one more.

He's pretty tough.

You may have to kick him around.

I doubt that.

Sorry, time's up.

- Goodbye, Joe.

- So long.

Wait here, I'll be right down.

- Hello, son.

- Hello, Father.

- Ante two.

- Two?

You heard it.

Gee, I haven't had a hand yet.

I'm sitting in a rummy seat

myself over here.

Keep your hands to yourself, Shorty.

See who it is.

- What's it worth?

- Two.

That's all it's worth.

- Hello, Father.

- Hello, boys.

Hello, sir.

Hi, Doc.

Which one of you is Whitey Marsh?

I've got a message for Whitey.

I'd like to deliver it to him alone.

Hey, wait a minute. I'm out about $1.10.

Come on back here.

There, that's better.

I'm Father Flanagan.

I saw your brother Joe

just a little while ago.

We had a long talk about you, Whitey.

Joe wants you to come with me

to Boys Town.

You've got a swell chance taking me

to that joint.

That's right, a swell chance.

I've got $280 your brother gave me

to take care of you.

I don't care if he gave you a million bucks.

What am I going to do

in a broken-down nursery like Boys Town?

There are a lot of things you could do.

We've got machine shops...

carpenter shops.

We've got printing presses, farming.

I think you might like farming.

It's good for you.

Keep you out in the open,

put hair on your chest.

If you think you'll make a plow jockey

out of me, you got another thing coming.

Now, look, Whitey, in a pinch

I can be tougher than you are...

and I guess maybe this is the pinch.

You're coming with me to Boys Town...

because that's the way

your brother wants it.

And that's the way I want it.

My arm!

My poor arm. You broke my arm.

You better get me to a hospital.

I can't go nowhere.

My arm, poor broken arm.

- Well, let's see. Where does it hurt?

- Take it easy.

- Where is it? Right here?

- Yeah, right there.

Well, I guess we can fix that...

Now, why don't you stop

acting like a kid, Whitey?

- Hello, Father.

- Hello, Mo. Hello, Paul.

- Hello, Father.

- How's everything, Mo?

- It couldn't be better. Everything's jake.

- Good, that's cheerful.

Whitey, this is Mo Kahn,

our second baseman and barber.

Mo, this is Whitey Marsh.

- Hello.

- Hi, eagle-beak.

I'm going to have trouble.

Say, where are you from?

You probably got that big schnoz

sticking it into somebody else's business.

- It's coming.

- Come on, boys. Come on now. Hurry up.

- Say, how far is this place from Omaha?

- About 10 miles.

Ten miles?

What? Are we stuck out at this place

all the time? We never get into town?

Once in a while, a football game,

or baseball game. Some special occasion.

This is Birchwood Drive.

This is the main road leading to the home.

It leads out, too, don't it?

Boys, this is Whitey Marsh.

How are you?

Whitey, I won't introduce you

to all these fellows.

You probably couldn't remember

their names.

Okay by me. Got a lunch counter?

When do we eat?

When the bell rings.

- Hello, Father.

- Hello, Freddie.

Whitey, this is one boy you have to meet.

This is Freddie Fuller,

the Mayor of Boys Town.

- Hello, Whitey.

- Hiya.

- I'll put him in your charge.

- Yes, Father. This way, Whitey.

Okay.

I don't like a lot of kids looking at me

like I was a freak or something.

Come on, gangway in here.

Come on, open it up, buddy.

Boys, something tells me we're gonna

have to use a lot of patience with Whitey.

But I don't think he's half as tough

as he thinks he is.

Hey, Red.

Take this bag of Whitey's, will you?

Service, huh?

Mammy. Mammy.

Now I'll show you around.

- Do you have to do that?

- That's what we do.

- Hello, Pee Wee.

- Grab them kind of young, don't you?

- Hey, what's your name?

- Go on, beat it, kid.

This is Pee Wee.

He's sort of a mascot around here.

Everybody likes Pee Wee.

Yeah, I know, except I don't like kids

hanging around me.

- What's your name?

- His name's Whitey.

Hello, Whitey.

Here, cut yourself a pair of diapers.

Gee, for me? That's swell.

Over there's the band room

where the fellows practice.

- Got any poker players in the mob?

- No smoking, Whitey.

Just plain, nice boys, huh?

Hey, Whitey, I bet you can't do this.

Yeah, watch this, kid.

Step back, will you? Give me room.

You're wonderful.

What? Are you kidding?

Hey, what's the skyscraper over there?

That's our own branch

of the United States Post Office.

Well, what do you know about that?

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