JUDGE
Stop!
(to Officer Simpson)
Grab him. Put him in de shade.


CLIFF
Judge, I'm unguilty! I ain't laid de weight of my hand on her in malice.
You got me 'cused of murder and I ain't harmed a child.


JUDGE
Lemme ast _you_ something. Didn't you know dat all de women in dis town
belongs to me? Beat my women and I'll stuff you in jail. 90 years. Take
'im away.
(CLIFF is led off to jail. JUDGE looks
angrily at the boy who is holding
hands with the pretty girl)
You runs me hot and I'm just dyin' to sit on _yo'_ case.
Whut you in here for?


BOY
Nothin'.


JUDGE
Well, whut you doin' in my court, you gater-faced rascal?