The Mayor of Hell Page #2

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.

I want you boys

to get this straight from the start.

You're here

because you're petty criminals.

If you behave yourselves,

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