The Mayor of Hell

- How's that? - That's pretty good.

Hey, Stupe.

- Watch your car, mister? - No.

- Yeah, how much? - Quarter.

All right.

Check it, Stupe.

- Do you want your car watched, mister? - Can't you see I'm locking it?

- Let us watch your car. - What do I want you to watch it for?

I just locked it. I'll give you a buck to polish it.

- All right, sure. - No.

This ain't no garage. We just watch them, see?

All right, tough guy. But don't watch it, see?

Hey, Jimmy, we better be careful. He looks like a pretty tough guy.

Yeah? What's that got to do with it? Come on. Get on that back tire.

Hey, Schnoz, take that radiator cap and throw it down the sewer.

- Give me some of that. - That's Navy Twist.

I know it. It's for my old man.

Help. Help. Police. Help.

Police!

- What did you see? - They took him in the ambulance.

- Yeah? - He's bleeding, Jimmy. His head's busted.

- Guess I showed him, huh? - Maybe. Maybe he was killed.

Yeah.

Maybe he was.

But anybody that says any more about that is gonna get a smack in the mouth.

See?

Come on, let's divvy up.

Is this all I get?

Yeah.

Don't you like it?

I was gonna split it up, Jimmy. Honest.

You were, huh?

That'll teach you to lay it on the line after this, see?

Hey, fellas, beat it, quick! The cops!

Scram, you guys.

Let me go, will you? I didn't do it. I swear. Let me go.

- Well, if you didn't, who did? - I don't know, let me go.

Come on. We'll find out.

- All right, don't-- - You kids told us that--

- Hello, Mom. - Hello, dear.

- I'll fix you for getting me in here. - You didn't have any place else to go.

- Why, you little-- - Fred.

You mustn't talk that way to your father, Jimmy.

And when they call on you, speak up nicely, will you, dear?

- All right. - Step inside. Find seats there.

Hey, Pop.

- Huh? What? - Don't fall asleep here.

All right. Okay, Tommy.

Okay. Okay, Tommy.

"Anthony Carmonotti."

- That's my boy. - Stand up, please.

Anthony Carmonotti.

Allegedly one of the gang to rob the candy store of Frank Partalas on April 17th--

Attaboy, take the chair.

- Face the judge. - Implicated in assault charge...

...said Partalas having received fractured skull resisting robbery.

The hospital reports Partalas out of danger, judge.

And I can't find any past record on this boy.

What's the matter, lad? Are you frightened?

You needn't be.

Just relax and tell the truth and don't be afraid.

Come on now. Come on, come on. Tell me all about it.

- Were you with this gang, Tony? - Yeah.

Well, what have you got to say about it?

- I didn't do nothing. - Yes. Yes, you did. Tell him that you did it:

I didn't mean it. I won't do it again.

Judge, Tony's not a bad boy. He's just a little bit bad.

I got my first papers. I'm an American citizen.

Please, let him go this time.

All right, Mr. Carmonotti, I'll give the boy another chance.

Thank you, judge. Thank you very much. Thank you.

I want him to report to this court every Saturday morning for three months.

You hear? I betcha my life he's coming.

All right. Discharged.

Come on. March. March.

- Thomas Gorman. - Please.

Hey, Pop. Pop.

- Thomas Gorman. - Hey, Pop, wake up, will you?

- Now, what's the matter, huh? - He's calling us. Come on.

- Who's calling who, huh? - Come on, step up.

Thomas Gorman.

Defendant, take the chair. Both face the judge.

A long record and the same story. The boy hasn't a chance.

Mr. Gorman, you promised us three weeks ago to stay sober.

Who's sober? Who stays sober?

Thomas, I'm going to send you to the reform school.

No, you ain't. You can't do that to a Gorman.

You ain't gonna send my boy to no school. You ain't, I tell you. You ain't. You ain't.

All right, buddy. Come on.

So long, Tommy.

Charles Burns.

- Charles Burns. - Step up, please.

We've about given this boy up.

You were in this gang, eh, Charles?

You've quite a record, son.

No. He's not a bad boy, judge.

Not really bad.

Give him a chance.

Well, he seems to have been given every chance, Mrs. Burns.

He has an extraordinary record for a boy of his age.

Robbery, shoplifting, petty thievery.

It would be good if we send him for a year to a reform school so he might--

No.

No.

He's all I have, judge.

Let him come with me...

...and I swear...

...I promise he'll be all right.

Please?

Please.

On March 14th, he was arrested for striking you.

The neighbors heard you crying. Called the police.

Oh, wait a minute, wait a minute. Not so harsh.

My dear, Mrs. Burns...

...someday you'll be grateful we sent your son to a reform school.

You-- You can't.

You-- You can't!

You sent my first boy there...

...and he came out a murderer.

No, you can't. You can't. You can't. You can't.

- Come, madam. - No, no, you can't.

- You can't. - Please, madam.

No, no.

Let me go.

No! You can't! No!

Charles! Charles, no!

You-- You can't!

Isidore Horowitz.

- Isidore Horowitz. - Step up, please.

Judge, Your Honor, I'm a man like this.

I'm a busy man and I got troubles of my own.

What reason there's Cossack like this come to my store at 8:00 in the morning...

...and make me sit in this courtroom all day long like a fool?

I'm asking you.

Were you with this gang, Isidore?

- Certainly, he's one of the gang. - The boy has a bad record.

Of course he's got a bad record.

He wouldn't go to school and he's no good.

Then you agree that he should be sent to the reform school for a while?

Uh-- What kind of school?

A reform school.

- Well, what's doing there? - Well, it's just a regular school.

But in addition to their studies, the boys work in the shops...

...and at farming and so forth.

Uh, what does that cost?

Ha-ha. It costs nothing. The state pays.

Oh. It ain't a prison, is it?

No. Of course not.

You can take him.

One, two, three. That's three of this group committed.

James Smith. Step up, please.

Evidently the ringleader.

Why, this boy has a remarkably good school record.

Up until this year. Then look what happened.

Can you explain your son's sudden change, Mr. Smith?

No. He ain't no good, I guess, that's all.

- Oh, surely as the boy's father-- - You can take him if you want him.

- I'm sick of supporting him anyway. - Yeah?

When did you ever support me?

You can sit down, Mr. Smith.

Can you explain your son's change?

Oh, if you'll only let me take care of Jimmy.

Mrs. Smith, you've had every opportunity to take care of him.

- But look at his recent record. - Oh, I know.

But I can change him again. He used to be such a good boy.

Well, don't you think it would be wisest to send James to a reform school for a time?

Oh, no. If you'll only let me take care of Jimmy...

...I promise you he'll never bother you again.

I'll-- I'll set my foot down.

Mrs. Smith, I don't-- I don't think you're equal to the task.

Ma.

Come, madam.

All right, my boy.

- All right, come on. - I'm coming.

- Joliet Hemingway. - That's me.

Joliet Hemingway.

Yes, sir. Coming up, Your Honor. 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.