Boys Town

I want your help for homeless boys.
I want you to let the world know
what I'm trying to do.

- No, I'm afraid I can't do that.
- Why not?

Because I don't believe in
what you're trying to do.

The very foundation is false.
"No such thing as a bad boy."
That's just a catch phrase,
sentimental nonsense.

Of course you know you're flying in
the face of the very best of public opinion.

I've seen you do that.
You lead public opinion.

On my convictions.
You want me to throw them
out the window.

A whole lot of good people
feel just as I do...

and we're not un-Christian monsters.
Well, if I'm right, you're pretty close to it.
And so far, I've proven my case.

Mr. Hargraves, when you got into trouble
at 11 or 12 years of age...

you had your mother or you had your
father to put their arms around you...

to talk things over with.
Can you imagine the fright
and the Ioneliness of a boy...

without that love and understanding?
This poor kid...
in prison for life.
I want a home for them,
where they can stay...

and where they can learn.
A town for boys...
governed by boys.
It's worth a shot, isn't it?
Your sincerity is worth a shot.
Father, I'm not going to fight a plan
as unselfish as yours.

But understand, when you fail...
I'll use you for a lesson in horse sense
to the world at large.

Fair enough.