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...to the Wilkinson Home for Boys.

John Reilly, the court hereby sentences you to be remanded for a period...

...of no more than months or less than year...

...to the Wilkinson Home for Boys.

Lorenzo Carcaterra.

Taking into consideration that you arrived on the scene...

...after the theft of the cart had already occurred...

...in consideration of that, the Court hereby sentences you to serve...

...no more than year, no less than months at the Wilkinson Home for Boys.

Michael Sullivan.

The Court hereby sentences you to be remanded...

...for a period of no more than months...

...no less than year at the Wilkinson Home for Boys.

And I might add... had it not been for the intervention...

...of Father Robert Carrillo who spoke in glowing terms on your behalf...

...l would've sentenced you to a much stiffer punishment.

I still have my doubts as to your inherent goodness.

Only time will serve to prove me wrong.

Could you do me a favor?

What do you want? Name it.

The past couple of weeks...

...my mother and father looked like they were ready to kill each other.

Could you watch over them for me?

I will.

And no matter what you hear, tell them I'm doing okay.

You mean, you want me to lie?

It's a good lie, Father. You can do it.

Come on, let's go.

Be strong.

I will.

The Wilkinson Home for Boys held youthful offenders...

...housed in separate units.

From the outside, the facility resembled what those who ran it...

...wanted it to resemble...

...some kind of nice school or university.

Michael, Tommy, John and I were assigned to the nd floor of Group C.

We each had a private ft room. I'd been in my room less than an hour...

...when the panic set in. It doesn't take very long...

...to know how tough a person you are, or how strong you can be.

I knew from my first day at Wilkinson that I was neither tough nor strong.

Hello, Carcaterra.

Toss your clothes on the floor.

Here?

Were you expecting a dressing room? We don't have any.

Now, lose the clothes.

In front of you?

Let's go, let's go!

What's that piece of sh*t around your neck? Take it off.

It's Mary, you know, the mother of God.

I don't give a f*** whose mother it is. Take it off.

Everything.

You want me to stand here naked?

Now you're catching on.

I knew you Hell's Kitchen boys weren't as dumb as everyone says.

Now, what?

Get dressed.

There were four guards assigned to each floor...

...with one -- in our case, Nokes -- designated group leader.

Ferguson was the only son of a slain New York State trooper...

...and was on the waiting list for both the New York City...

...and Suffolk County Police Departments.

Styler was using his job at Wilkinson's to finance his way through law school.

Addison was a graduate of a local high school...

...who wanted nothing more than a steady job that paid well.

It was not a group of innocent young boys at Wilkinson.

Most, if not all, the inmates belonged there.

A number of them were riding out their nd and rd convictions.

All were violent offenders. Few seemed sorry about what they had done.

And as for rehabilitation, forget it.

What the f*** did you do that for?

You got close to me.

So?

It bothers me.

I don't want to be near you or your creeped out friends!

You know your time here hasn't taught you sh*t!

You're still the same f***ing bunch of clowns you were...

...the day you walked in here.

Okay, everybody go on back and finish your lunches.

There's nothing to see.

Go on, go, sit down... get out of here.

Go on.

That go for me too?

No, it don't go for you.

You go back to your room. You're through with your lunch. Go on.

You and me...we're gonna finish this sometime real soon.

Maybe at dinner.

So...you Hell's Kitchen boys get any lunch?

I got to smell it.

You got to smell it...

That's good.

Where you going?

You said to get lunch.

You boys don't need to get back in line to get lunch 'cause...

...there's plenty to eat right where you're standing.

You could smell it.

I'm not hungry.

Well, I don't give a f*** if you're hungry or not.

You eat...because I'm telling you to eat.

I'm still not hungry.

I'll tell you when you're hungry or not.

Now, eat.

Excuse me? What the f*** are you looking at?

Get the f*** down on your knees now and finish your goddam lunch!

Come on now, eat! Don't think you got all f***ing day, here! Eat!

You've got some mashed potatoes... come on, suck up some of that jello.

Come on now, you f***ing a**holes, eat! Don't be thinking you got all day.

Hurry up. Come on, now, let's go.

None of you clowns are leaving here until these a**holes finish their goddam lunch!

You got that? Hey you....

There you go, you can't have a good lunch without a nice piece of bread. Eat!

Come on now, that's good.

Show the boys how you follow my rules.

Rules! You understand?

Hey look, boys, see how he follows my rules?

Your shift's over, Nokes.

I'm not ready to go yet. I still got a few more things...

...l gotta clean up here before I can leave.

It's my tour now. I'll clean what needs cleaning.

Stay out of this one. It's got nothing to do with you.

This one, I'm staying in.

Don't f*** with me, boy.

No, Nokes...you f*** with me.

I'm asking you.

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