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All rise. All rise. Court is now in session. Judge E.A. Monahan presiding.
Yes, right. Presiding the case of some unruly streets rats - I swear, Johnson LIKES to give me these cases...that's not why I attended Law School for four years...and I didn't even have the time to eat anything..."Important briefing" Yeah, sure.
Are any of you represented by a council?
Ha! As if.
No?
Surprise, surprise...
Good, good, that will move things along considerably.
Perhaps I can get out of here quickly and eat some baked beans at the new restaurant at the corner...
Hey, yer honor, I object!
Or perhaps not. What does this street rat have to say anyway? As if...well, I have to ask.
On what grounds?
Like he had an answer. Wasting my time.
On the grounds of Brooklyn, yer honor.
WHAT? This piece of trash is mocking me! How DARE you rats laugh at me? They'll see what it gets them.
I fine each of you five dollars, or two weeks confinement in the House of Refuge.
...which means you'll ALL go to jail. And knowing Snyder, for longer than just two weeks. Ha, that shut them up!
Whoa. We ain't got five bucks.
I know.
We don't even got five cents.
That's the idea.
Hey, yer honor, how about I roll you for it. Double or nothing?
I don't believe this...I just...
All right. Move along, move along.
What is this turmoil?
Your honor, I'll pay the fines. All of them.
Hell. Who is this guy? And why did he rip up his sofa to make a bowtie?
Hey, fellas, you all right? Where's Jack?
Look, we've got to meet at the restaurant. Everybody. We have to talk.
What are they mumbling? Ah, whatever...
Pay the clerk. Move it along.
Just get out of my courtroom.
Hey fellas!
Oh yes. Another street rat. And from the letter he's the worst of them.
Hey, Cowboy! Nice shiner!
I wish I could... Look at them. They're PROUD to be here! They're what gives this city a bad name.
Hey, Denton. I guess we made all the papes this time. So, how's my picture look?
Showoff. He'll soon have other worries than his picture.
None of the papers covered the rally. Not even the Sun.
Oh...are we disappointed now?
Case of Jack Kelly. Inciting a riot. Assault. Resisting arrest.
I just LOVE law abiding citizens...
Judge Monahan, I'll speak for this young man.
Yes, yes, I got the letter.
You two know each other. Ain't that nice.
No it's not. I most probably don't like this guy any more than you do. But he respects law and order. I can't do anything about him, but I can get YOU off the streets!
Just move it along, Warden Snyder.
...I want to get it over with.
This boy's real name is Francis Sullivan.
He knows I know that.
His mother's deceased. His father's a convict in the state penitentiary.
Why does he tell...ah...he wants this boy to leave this room without a friend in the world...that's what I don't like about Snyder...
He's an escapee from the House of Refuge where his original sentence for three months was extended to six moths for disruptive behavior.
Like demanding we eat the food you steal from us.
Yes, sure. I'm sure that's ALL you did. Just like poor little Oliver Twist...
Followed by an additional six months for an attempted escape.
I knew there was more.
Attempted? Last time it wasn't an attempted escape.
Obviously.
Remember Snyder? Remember me and Teddy Roosevelt and the carriage? Remember Roosevelt and the carriage?
Roosevelt? What does the governor...? I must find out what Snyder didn't tell me THIS time.
Therefore, I ask that he be returned to the House of Refuge.
Perhaps I should reconsider...
What? For my own good, right? Move it along. For my own good and for what he kicks back to you.
To ME? He's accusing me of... I'll teach him!
I ask that the court order his incarceration until the age of twenty-one, in the hope that we may yet guide him to a useful and productive life.
I'm so sure you hope that. Anyway...
So ordered.
The little bastard will rot in jail!
No!
Yes. See, kid? THAT is justice in action. Now back to those baked beans...