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.

Lmplicated 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

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