The Mayor of Hell Page #2

Come on here, boy.

The longest truant record in the city.

Why don't you see

that your son gets to school?

Come again, boss?

I say, why don't you see

that your son gets to school?

Excuse me, boss. I know that's

that judge up there, but who is you?

I happen to be a lawyer for the

Children's Society, if that helps you any.

Now, do you know why your boy

hasn't been going to school?

Well, I think that, uh...

Never mind what you think.

Tell us what you know.

- Well, I think that...

- Tell us what you know, I said.

Never mind what you think.

Excuse me, boss. I ain't no lawyer.

I can't talk without thinking.

How many you got there?

Six.

Six, huh? Here you are, Bill.

All right, out you come.

Come on, hurry up.

Step on it. Line up, right there.

Come on, hurry up.

One, two, three, four, six.

Left face. Come on, follow me.

All right, boys. Come on.

Hurry up. Come on.

Come on in here. Line up down there.

- Move on.

- Take your caps off.

I want you boys

to get this straight from the start.

You're here

because you're petty criminals.

If you behave yourselves,

you'll get on all right.

Do as you're told

and don't ask any questions.

Before you sleep one night here...

...make up your minds that you're gonna

work hard and keep your mouths shut.

Now, anybody that doesn't like

the idea...

...can apply for a transfer

to the penitentiary right now.

What's your name, boy?

Jimmy Smith.

We say "sir" here.

Understand?

Yeah.

Drop that tone, boy.

You're in a reform school now.

- Take them outside.

Well, come on.

Get moving.

Hurry up, there.

All right.

- Stand over there.

Open your mouth.

Come on. Open your mouth.

Do as you're told. Open your mouth.

That's all right.

Now, this won't take a minute,

and really, it won't hurt at all.

Come on, open it.

- All right.

Stand over there.

What's the matter? Have you got a cold?

- Well, do you always cough like that?

- Sure.

Sit over there, will you?

Over here.

Come on.

Double quick.

Pick any bed.

Hang your clothes over the bottom rail.

Come on, hurry it up. Get over there.

Excuse me, sir.

But don't we get nothing to eat?

I'm awful hungry.

Why, sure.

There's a French girl brings

your supper up to you.

Just tell her what you want.

Such a place.

And I thought I was going

to the country.

- Why don't you guys pipe down?

Lights out.

Lights out.

Lights out.

- What's the matter, Skinny?

- I'm scared.

Well, I'm not scared.

- And they're not gonna keep me in here.

Shut up, they'll hear you.

I want them to hear me.

I want them all to hear me.

I'm awful hungry.

Hup, hup, hup...

Company, halt.

Halt.

Hats.

Your hand to your hat.

Off.

Sit.

Wait for the order.

Down.

- Ow!

- Wait for the whistle.

Now you can eat.

What's the matter?

You're crazy, this is good stuff.

Phooey.

- What's the matter, don't you eat?

- No.

The less you eat,

the sooner you get out of here.

Hey, what do you have to do

to get better food around here?

If you wanna stool for Thompson,

he'll put you in the administration building.

Good morning.

Good morning.

- Bacon and eggs.

Yes, sir.

Good morning.

Mr. Thompson.

Mr. Thompson.

There's a new boy, Johnny Stone.

He has a pretty bad cough and I really think

he should be in a hospital.

Well, what do you want

me to do about it?

I didn't send him up here.

Well, I know that, but I think

you should notify the state board.

All right. Notify them.

You know the notification

has to come from you.

Yeah. All right.

I think you should do it at once.

It's very dangerous

for the other boys to have...

Well, I said all right, didn't I?

Rise.

Hats on.

Assemble in the yards for work detail.

On the double.

Forward march.

Come on, do it.

Hold it down.

Come on.

Go to that laundry there.

Come on.

Who's there?

Gargan, the new deputy commissioner,

you screw.

Oh. Open the gate. It's Richard Gargan,

the deputy commissioner.

Where's Thompson's office?

Yeah, the third building on the right,

Mr. Gargan.

You said it, Beesock.

Where's the Fagin that runs this joint?

And where's all those

cute little reform boys, huh?

What do you want?

- Take it easy. Take it easy.

This is Patsy Gargan,

the new boss of this dump.

- Take it easy.

How do you do, Mr. Gargan?

- Hello.

- Mr. Thompson is in his office. I'll...

But I wanna go to bed.

Well, we weren't expecting you, madam.

However, you'll find a room in there.

- Come on. Come on.

- Come on, Mike.

- Where's Thompson's office?

- Right this way.

I'll see you in a few minutes, Mike.

Mr. Gargan, Mr. Thompson.

- Well, how do you do, Mr. Gargan?

- Hello, hello.

- You're the superintendent?

- Yes, sir.

Mm-hm. Well, have a drink.

Why, no, sir. L...

- Well, you don't mind if I have one, do you?

- Why, certainly not.

Mm-hm. Sure you won't have it?

No, thank you.

See, a man in my position, I...

Okay. Okay.

Now listen, I wanna get everything

straightened out before tomorrow morning.

- Before I get out.

- Yes, of course.

Now, uh... Now, what's the layout?

What do I do to make things regular?

Well, usually, Mr. Gargan,

the deputy commissioner, he, uh...

Who's this guy?

Why, that's Mr. Walters. He's our auditor.

Oh, yeah?

Oh, say, what about

these reports I'm supposed to turn in?

I don't know anything about that.

You can make them out for me,

couldn't you? How about it?

Well, sir.

Well, that would be a little unusual,

Mr. Gargan, you know?

But still, if you want me to, I...

Then we have nothing to worry about.

All set.

Guys, loosen up, have a drink.

What's the matter?

Fighting in the dormitory, Mr. Thompson.

When I said behave yourself,

boy, I meant it.

Now, we got a place for boys like you,

and I'm going to show it to you.

Wait.

I'll handle him.

Look out, Thompson,

I think he can take you.

Come here.

- Put that down.

- Come here.

Keep away from me.

Get him.

Keep away from me, all of you.

Keep away.

Sound the alarm! Searchlight!

Guard.

Get to those fences.

Which way did he go?

Oww!

There he is.

Get down.

Get down!

Get down.

Get down.

Get down.

Now, wait a minute, Thompson.

- Give the kid a break. He's had enough.

Here, lock him up.

You can't lock him up.

He's very badly cut.

Am I going to have trouble with you?

Back where you belong.

Mind your own business.

- Lock him up.

- No, you can't.

- Do as I tell you.

- Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Right. This kid's had a bad fall.

He needs attention.

Mr. Gargan.

Well...

Very well, sir. Whatever you say.

- Take him to the infirmary.

I'll take him.

No, no. It's all right. Let these two lugs

do it. Go ahead, carry him.

I'm sorry, Mr. Gargan,

this had to happen on your first visit.

Huh?

Well, this kind of thing is very unusual,

you know.

But you've got to show

an iron hand from the start.

Yeah. These little monkeys are tough.

But after all, he's only a kid.

Yeah, well, you take this boy, now.

He comes up here, a product of the worst

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