Men of Boys Town Page #7

W9YDK. Come in, Whitey.

W7BDF back to W9YDK.

I thought I'd find you on, Pee Wee.

Listen, can you get Father Flanagan

to talk to me now? It's important.

Not tonight, Whitey.

He went in to Omaha.

He's got to make a speech or something.

I'll ask him to talk tomorrow night though.

Tomorrow morning. The first thing.

It's very important. Now, don't forget.

I'll remember, all right.

Go to bed. You're up awful late.

Good night, Pee Wee.

What are you trying to hide? Money?

If you don't ask questions,

you won't get answers.

And if you don't get answers,

you'll never know anything...

that'll hurt you, see?

- Did you steal it?

- No, I won it in a crap game.

- Crap game.

- So it was a poker game.

- Come on. Give me the money.

- What do I look like, a chump?

Give me the money

or I'll take it away from you!

- Hijacking a pal.

- I'm going to give it back...

- to whoever you took it away from.

- You and what regiment?

Where'd you get it? Tell me!

- A gas station.

- We're gonna take it right back now.

A copper. A double-crossing copper.

Why, I'll copper you.

Pull over to the curb

and turn your lights on.

Come on, get out of that car.

Are these the ones?

- That's them.

- The little one's him, all right.

- Stuck a gun in my ribs, he did.

- How much you missing?

- Eighty-eight dollars.

- Reach.

It ought to be all here.

They haven't had time to spend any yet.

- Here.

- Not yet. Evidence.

He didn't cop that dough.

He ain't got the nerve

to pull a job like that.

Okay, baby face. You can straighten it out

with the judge.

Don't listen to him. He likes to talk tough.

He had nothing to do with it.

Anybody you want to pick up

before we go to the precinct?

No. Nobody.

Get in the car. We're going for a little ride.

Come on, you.

Come on, get in there.

Hey, broadbeam, quit crowding.

Straight ahead.

You knew that he escaped

from the reformatory?

Yes, sir.

- And you had him living in your den?

- I did.

- Good evening, Lieutenant.

- How do you do, Mr. Maitland?

- How are you, Whitey?

- I'm sorry this had to happen, sir.

I have the records

if you'd like to look at them.

Whitey Marsh's brother.

Reformatory, one trick in the penitentiary,

and then the chair.

Yes, I knew about that.

Father Flanagan told me.

And the little boy's record.

- That baby?

- Hey, watch what you're saying.

Associating with young criminals

of 14 and 16.

Amazing.

- Did you know about this?

- When he told me, I wouldn't listen to him.

I just thought

he was shooting his mouth off.

Oh, sure.

All those reform school kids

stick together...

just like their older brothers.

I was never in reform school.

- You were at Boys Town, weren't you?

- Boys Town isn't a reform school.

It's as good as any school in the country.

Better.

When a school's got a lot of kids in it

with criminal records...

- it's reform school to me.

- You're a liar!

Perhaps you'd better let me

talk to him alone.

All right, sir. In there.

- This way, Whitey.

- Yes, sir.

He sure told you off.

How do you like them onions?

Why didn't you tell me about the boy?

Why, I wanted to keep you and Mrs...

Mother, out of it.

It's developed into quite a mess, Whitey.

I tried to get Father Flanagan on the radio,

but he wasn't at Boys Town.

You were going to ask Father Flanagan

for advice?

Yes, sir. He'd know what to do.

There isn't very much he could do,

or anyone else...

for such an incorrigible little thief.

- That young scamp is thoroughly bad.

- Oh, no, sir.

There is no such thing as a bad boy.

That, I suppose, is something you learned

from Father Flanagan.

Yes, sir.

That's why I was trying to help Flip.

You see,

I wanted to keep you out of it altogether.

I was going to handle it.

Just me and Father Flanagan.

That attitude is completely wrong

for any member of my family, Whitey.

You belong with me,

on the side of law and order.

You mean

that I shouldn't try to help people?

No, Whitey, that isn't what I mean.

But you should pick people worthy of help.

Nobody needs it more than Flip.

Why, he'll become a criminal

if they keep him in Marysport.

That's where he learned

about sticking people up.

The boy was born

with criminal tendencies.

- I won't believe that.

- You must.

After all, you should accept my standards.

And forget everything

that Father Flanagan has taught me?

Whitey, you have a strange idea that

yours is a mission to reform humanity.

That's wrong, as many of

Father Flanagan's ideas are equally wrong.

Don't you say anything

about Father Flanagan.

Don't you ever.

You did that all by yourself?

Come on, let's go.

- Where do you think you're going?

- Downstairs to my cell.

But we can only keep one houseguest

and that's the big boss, not you.

You can't do that to me.

I got a right to a cell.

I'm the real boss. I did all the work.

You ain't going to make me no softie

sitting around here with a bunch of bulls.

Sling me into a cell.

I can do time standing on my head.

Now, look,

you're going to do time right here...

until the bus comes to take you back

to the reform school.

- Joe, get the kid a glass of milk.

- Yes, sir.

Hot milk.

- How does it look?

- Dark. Very dark.

- Whitey's story is difficult to believe.

- That's terrible.

Don't you think

that my being on the parole board...

No, dear, he's the one boy

you can't possibly use your influence for.

We've got to do something.

I'm afraid Whitey's in the position

of the general's son...

he'll have to face the music.

All out. Come on, follow me.

Hey, what's that?

Duck waddle. Punishment.

- Yeah? How long do they keep it up?

- Till they drop.

Here, what's all the gab about?

Well, if it ain't fancy-pants.

Helped the kid get away, didn't you?

And got me fined three days' pay.

If you didn't have that club...

This is elegant.

Get up!

Here, fall in there, you.

We'll start cutting you down to size

right now.

- Flip, where's Miles Fenely?

- In solitary.

Watch out for the guard, he's tough.

Sure, he's tough in here with plenty of

other guards and clubs to back him up.

Jiggers.

Halt!

- What were you saying?

- I was talking to myself.

Well, quit talking to yourself.

Quit thinking to yourself, remember that.

Around here we don't tell anybody

anything twice.

All right, get moving!

You know, Whitey ain't so bad

when you get to know him.

Of course,

he's got a little stool pigeon in him...

but after he's done some time

he'll get over that.

Jiggers.

Still the wise guy, ain't you?

No, I'm no wise guy.

Hey, lay off me.

Say, why don't you pick on someone

your own size?

I've been waiting for this.

You can talk all you want to in here.

Shout your head off.

Nobody will ever hear you.

Whitey, I'm scared.

It's Fenely, Miles Fenely!

This kid's hurt. He's dead.

They beat him and beat him.

You kids ain't seen nothing, I tell you.

He's dead. That's what he is, dead.

You killed him.

You're only imagining things.

Kids always think they see something

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