Boys Town

12 years old. One friend.
Starving kid. Never had a chance.
Break your mugs.
Steal our food, will you?
Get in your own streets, you mugs!

Here. Tommy, stop it.
Come on, Tommy. Stop it.
Tommy, stop it!
Loafers! Police!
- Good morning, Dave.
- Good morning.

- Look, $80 smashed.
- It's a shame, Dave.

Father Eddie, that place of yours
draws the rats around.

- It's like molasses and flies.
- I suppose it does.

I sleep beside a machine gun,
while you rock-a-bye-baby the 40 thieves.

Read all about it!
Dan Farrow electrocuted!
Read all about it!

Where's His Reverend?
Don't we get a sermon this morning?

Hear ye, my friends.
Scoff your coffee while ye may,
turn up your toes...

call it a day.
I didn't start this place
to give you men a laugh. I really didn't.

I thought I could help you.
- Sorry, Father Flanagan.
- We apologize.

Thanks for the coffee.
We all love you, dominie, every one of us.
Well, you can pass the word
along the road...

that somebody else will be running
the place pretty shortly. I'm leaving.

- But, Father...
- Weasel, you're too smart.

No, I had decided before.
I spent last night, or rather this morning,
with Dan Farrow just before he...