Boys Town Page #9

We're coming through, Father.

Get him!

Quiet, boys!

Now there's just one thing I want to know.

The rest is for the police.

Wait a minute. Don't hand the kid over.

Hey, Whitey, come here and tell him.

Let him go.

Come on, Whitey, spill everything.

I couldn't tell you nothing before.

I didn't have no part in robbing the bank.

I couldn't tell you,

because I couldn't give my brother up.

I didn't come here

to make a sneak with them.

I came here to tell Joe that I wasn't going

to see Boys Town smashed.

That's what I came here for.

I told him I wasn't going to give him up,

Father. That's all.

I told him I was going straight back to you

and tell the truth.

But these other two guys, they held me

here. They wouldn't let me go.

Quiet.

That's the truth about tonight.

I've been good and rotten at Boys Town,

but that's the truth about tonight, Father.

I couldn't squeal on my brother.

Eddie, shut your eyes.

Now open them again.

And this hand is paralyzed

from signing for registered letters.

$50,000.

And that gorgeous color, black.

You win.

What would it cost to build a dormitory

for 500 boys?

One quarter of a million dollars.

Come on, sit.

Boys, I have a startling thing

to say to you.

In our midst is a lad

who has refused to act as an official here.

Now that is reprehensible.

He is notoriously shy, a shrinking violet.

But...

no excuse is good enough

for refusing duty when Boys Town calls.

The present Mayor, Tony Ponessa...

and the rest of the candidates

agree with me.

No boy can sidestep the call of duty.

I ask for a standing vote, acclamation.

I nominate Whitey Marsh.

My pal, Whitey.

I wished I could think of something to say.

And if I could think of something...

I wished I could say it.

I'm going to try to make...

I mean...

I'm going to try to help to make...

I mean...

I'm going to try to help...

to keep Boys Town the kind of place...

What a guy you picked to be Mayor.

There is no bad boy.

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