Cry-Baby Page #4

Bombs exploding in the... the

airport, the barbershop.

That's right, all in alphabetical order.

Carwash, drugstore.

I used to lay in my cradle and

hear him scream in his sleep.

# A, B, C, D, E, F, G ##

[mimics explosions]

But your mom?

My mother tried to stop him.

She couldn't even spell, for Christ's

sake, but they fried her, too.

But I'll pay them all back, Allison.

That's why, every day, I gotta do

something rotten for my parents' sake

and I cry for what I have to do.

But not much, though.

One single, salty tear

is all that they will ever

suck out of this Cry-Baby.

[Thunder clapping]

[Yelling] Cry-Baby.

[Grunting]

[People screaming]

[All yelling]

[Laughing]

[Police car siren wailing]

I'm going to have his baby.

(Baldwin) Allison!

[Wind whooshing]

Oh, my God. What have they done to you?

Allison, come home. They

beat me and kicked me.

All because I love you.

[Screaming]

[Thunder clapping]

[Engine revving]

Get on.

Don't do it, Allison.

No!

(all) Too smart to

work, too cool to care.

Come to Turkey Point, man, if you dare.

Too smart to work, too cool to care.

Come to Turkey Point, man, if you dare.

L-Let her go. She's with me.

Her name is Allison

and she is a nice girl.

Allison, I'm sorry to get you locked up.

But tonight, well,

you were the coolest date I ever had.

But, Cry-Baby, who is that girl?

Why didn't you tell me you

already had a lady friend?

Lenora ain't nothing to me,

I swear on my daddy's grave.

I'm burning inside to touch you, baby.

(reporter #1) How do you feel about

your granddaughter becoming a Drapette?

(reporter #2) Mrs.

Vernon-Williams, a picture, please.

Please, no pictures.

[People chattering]

Get your hands off! Get

your hands off of me!

[People shouting]

[Inaudible]

[Sputters]

(judge) Order. Order in this courtroom.

What a sad vision of today's youth.

The juvenile authorities

have had it with Drape gangs.

Milton Hackett.

Wanda Woodward.

Mona Malnorowski, also

known as Hatchet-Face.

You are blights on this community.

Are the parents here?

Yes, Your Honor.

We have been praying

all night for our son.

And praying so hard

that we got headaches.

Hi, Wanda honey.

You were on the radio.

Would you just get me

the f*** out of here?

What does "f***" mean, Hector?

Oh, Maggie, it's just a

teen nonsense word Wanda uses

to make herself feel all grown-up.

Your Honor, could we

take Wanda the f*** home?

[All laughing]

[Gavel pounding]

Good God!

Order. Order in this courtroom.

You hear that, Your Honor? It's a sign.

[Speaking indistinctly]

She is speaking in tongues.

God is in her gullet.

And he is in yours, too.

Let him out.

Let the words of the Savior be heard.

Order! Order!

No wonder your children are in trouble.

And you, Miss Malnorowski...

By the way, that's a

shame about your face.

There's nothing the matter with my face.

I got character.

I see that your parents

haven't taken the trouble

to come to get you.

(Mr. Malnorowski) Oh, yes, we did.

You happy now, Mona? You finally did it.

You put your own mother in an iron lung.

Mrs. Malnorowski,

there is no smoking in this courtroom.

Why not?

I pay taxes on cigarettes, don't I?

And what do I get for those taxes?

Happiness? Hell, no.

I get tuberculosis.

[Explodes]

Oh, Christ! Now I got a flat tire.

I'm going to release these delinquents

to their parents' custody.

And if they were mine,

I'd give them a bare-assed whipping.

Ohm, they can sing, Your Honor.

You should hear them.

Oh, it's new, it's exciting.

We don't know what to call it.

It sort of rocks, man, it spins.

Yeah.

Let me get the right

words. It twirls. It twirls.

Ramona and Belvedere Rickettes,

I find you guilty of

disturbing the peace

and I fine the both of you $1,000.

That's all we have.

How are we supposed to live?

Damn you. Handcuff those brats.

Don't touch my children.

(judge) And you, Pepper Walker,

I'm going to have your two children

put in the custody of

the Chatterbox Orphanage,

until they're adopted

by God-fearing parents

who at least will give

them Christian names.

(Pepper) Not my children.

They're my flesh and blood.

They're all I have! Mrs. Tadlock.

Get away from them.

[All clamoring]

Don't you touch them!

Come on.

(Pepper) I love you, children.

(judge) Wade Walker,

better known as "Cry-Baby"

what a sad and silly

name for a young man.

You were the ringleader

in tonight's gang war.

Grandmother, help him. We

were just singing together.

[People murmuring]

Judge, let Allison go and

I'll take the full blame.

I didn't mean no harm,

Mrs. Vernon-Williams.

I may be a Drape, but I

love your granddaughter.

And if that's a crime,

I'll stand convicted, ma'am.

Your Honor, I am Allison's grandmother.

And, uh, if Mr. Walker

does have musical talent,

I am willing to give

him a second chance.

Won't you? The boy is at least polite.

Mrs. Vernon-Williams,

are you aware that negroes were

present at tonight's disturbance?

My granddaughter is fond

of all kinds of music.

I am going to release

Allison this one time,

because you are a fine and beautiful

woman, Mrs. Vernon-Williams.

[People murmuring]

But not you, Cry-Baby Walker.

The only place you're

going to sing is in jail.

No!

I find you guilty

of rampant juvenile delinquency

and I hereby sentence you

to the Maryland Training School for Boys

until your 21st birthday.

Ha!

[Banging gavel] Court dismissed.

[People exclaiming] Lock him up!

You can't lock up his music!

[Crowd clamoring]

I'll get out, sugar dumpling,

if it's the last thing I do!

I swear.

Cry-Baby!

##[In The Jailhouse

by Webb Pierce playing]

# He's in the jailhouse now

He's in the jailhouse now #

# He's in the jailhouse now ##

Boy, do I have a story for you.

How does it feel to be

a juvenile delinquent?

It feels good. I've never

been so happy in my whole life.

(man) I hear you were...

Lenora, you filthy hag. I

wouldn't let you shine my boots!

Allison's my girl.

A-L-L-l-S-O-N,

fellows.

(male reporter) When did he propose?

[Reporters clamoring]

Oh, just last night.

You see, I'm pregnant with his child.

Well, you know that

Cry-Baby is an orphan.

He wants his baby to have a real family

for the family that

he himself never had.

[Inmates clamoring]

(guard) Break it up!

[All applauding]

Shut up!

Delinquents, hit the sack!

(man) Oh, I swear.

Strip down, a**hole.

It's beddy-bye time.

[Grunting]

Now, don't forget to say your prayers.

God bless my probation officer.

(all) God bless my probation officer.

God bless the draft board.

(all) God bless the draft board.

God bless the juvenile authorities.

(all) God bless the

juvenile authorities.

We're going to give you a

haircut tomorrow, pretty boy.

You ever hear of a Whiffle?

[Gagging]

Well, that's what you're going

to get, you big old cry-baby, you.

[Laughing]

God bless Dwight Eisenhower.

(all) God bless Dwight Eisenhower.

God bless Roy Cohn.

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