Newsies Page #3

It's the trolley strike, Dave,

these dumb asses must not have joined.

Jack, let's get

outta here.

So, maybe we get

a good headline tomorrow.

Look at this.

He slept through it.

- My God, what happened?

- Nothin', he's sleepin'.

We've been waiting dinner.

Where have you been?

You made all of this

selling newspapers?

Half of it's Jack's.

This is our selling partner

and our friend,

Jack Kelly, my parents.

- Hello.

- That's my sister, Sarah.

Esther, maybe David's partner

would like to join us for dinner?

Why don't you add a little

more water to the soup?

Mayer.

I gotta say

from what I saw today,

your boys are

a couple of born newsies.

- Can I have a little more?

- Yes.

So with my experience

and their hard work,

lfigure we can peddle

a thousand a week,

- not even break a sweat.

- That many?

More when the headlines

are good.

- What makes a headline good?

- Well, you know, um,

catchy words like

"maniac" or "corpse"...

or um, let's see,

"love nest" or "nude."

Excuse me.

Maybe I'm talkin' too much.

Sarah.

Go get the cake your mother's

hiding in the cabinet.

That's for

your birthday tomorrow.

I've had enough birthdays.

This is a celebration.

I'll get the knife.

I got the plates.

It's only the beginning.

The longer I work,

the more money I'll make.

You only work until I go

back to the factory.

Then you are going back to

school like you promised.

Happy birthday, Papa.

- Thank you.

- Here's your knife.

This is going to heal.

They'll give me back my job.

I'll make them.

Our visitor.

Apiece for David.

Thanks.

# Come back my lovey dovey baby #

# And coochie coo with me ##

And what is this, David?

So how did your pop

get hurt?

The factory.

It was an accident.

He's no good to them anymore

so they fired him.

He's got no union

to protect him.

David, it's time

to come in now.

- All right.

- All right.

Jack, why don't you

stay here tonight?

No, thanks.

I got my own place.

But your family's real nice,

Dave, like mine.

See you tomorrow.

All right.

- Carryin' the banner.

- Carryin' the banner.

# So that's what

they call a family #

# Mother, daughter

father, son #

# Guess that everything

you heard about #

# Is true #

# So you ain't got

any family #

# Well who said

you needed one #

# Ain't you glad

nobody's waitin' up #

# For you #

# When I dream on my own #

# I'm alone

but I ain't lonely #

# For a dreamer night's

the only time of day #

# When the city's

finally sleepin' #

# When my thoughts

begin to stray #

# And I'm on the train

that's bound for Santa Fe #

# And I'm free

like the wind #

# Like I'm gonna

live forever #

# It's a feeling

time can never #

# Take away #

# All I need's

a few more dollars #

# And I'm outta here

to stay #

# Dreams come true

yes, they do #

# In Santa Fe #

# Where does it say

you gotta live and die here #

# Where does it say

a guy can't catch a break #

# Why should you only

take what you're given #

# Why should you spend

your whole life livin' #

# Trapped where there

ain't no future even at 17 #

# Breakin' your back

for someone else's sake #

# If the light

don't seem to suit ya #

# How 'bout a change

of scene #

# Far from the lousy headlines

and the deadlines in between #

# Ha ha, ha #

# Ha #

# Ha #

# Ha, ha #

Yee-haw!

- Move!

- Hey, boy, come back!

Hey, that's my horse!

# Santa Fe #

# Are you there #

# Do you swear

you won't forget me #

# If I found you would you

let me come and stay #

# I ain't gettin'

any younger #

# And before my dyin' day

I want space #

# Not just air #

# Let 'em laugh in my face

I don't care #

# Save a place

I'll be there #

# So that's what

they call a family #

# Ain't you glad

you ain't that way #

# Ain't you glad

you got a dream called #

# Santa Fe ##

- Hey, Race.

- Hey, Jack.

- How was your day at the track?

- Remember that hot tip?

Nobody told the horse.

I know we need to make more money.

That's why we're here.

I have several proposals.

First,

to increase

the paper's price.

Oh, then Hearst undersells me

and I'm in the poorhouse.

Brilliant, Jonathan,

brilliant.

Not customer price, the price

to the distribution apparatus.

Charge the newsies more

for their papers?

Bad idea, Chief.

Very well,

my next proposal.

Salary cuts,

particularly those at the top.

- Very bad idea.

- Wait, wait, wait.

What do the newsies pay now,

50 cents per 100 papers?

If you raised it to, what?

- Sixty cents?

- A mere tenth of a cent per paper.

That multiplied by 40,000 papers a day.

Seven days a week.

It definitely adds up, sir.

If you do this, every newsie

we've got will head for Hearst.

You don't know Hearst

like I do.

As newspapermen, he and I would cut each

other's throats to get an advantage.

But as gentlemen

and as businessmen,

we often see eye to eye

on certain things.

Now if we do it,

Hearst and I, if we do it,

then the other papers

will do it.

It's going to be

awfully rough on those children.

Nonsense, nonsense.

It'll be good for them.

Incentive, make them work

harder, sell more papers.

They'll look on it...

as a challenge.

Challenge.

They jacked up the price.

Did ya hear that, Jack?

Ten cents a 100.

It's bad enough we gotta eat

what we don't sell.

Now they jacked up the price!

Can you believe that?

This'll bust me.

I'm barely makin' a living right now.

I'll be back

sleepin' on the streets.

It don't make no sense,

all the money Pulitzer's makin'.

Why would he gouge us?

He's a tightwad,

that's why.

Pipe down,

it's just a gag.

- So why the jack up, Weasel?

- Why not?

It's a nice day.

Why don't you ask

Mr. Pulitzer?

They can't do this

to me, Jack.

They can do whatever they want,

it's their stinkin' paper.

It ain't fair.

We got no rights at all.

It's a rigged deck.

They got all the marbles.

We got no choice.

Let's get our lousy papes

while they still got some.

- No! Nobody's goin' anywhere!

- We gotta eat, Jack!

They can't get

away with this.

Clear out, give him room.

Give him some room!

Let him think!

Done thinkin' yet?

Hey! "World" employees only

on this side of the gate!

Listen,

one thing for sure,

if we don't sell papes,

then nobody sells papes.

Nobody comes through those gates 'til

they put the price back where it was.

- You mean, like a strike?

- Yeah, like a strike.

- You outta your mind?

- It's a good idea!

Jack, I was joking. We can't strike,

we don't have a union.

Yeah, but if we go on strike,

then we are a union, right?

No, we're just a bunch of

angry kids with no money.

Maybe if we got every

newsie in New York, but...

- We organize.

Crutchy, you take a collection.

- Swell!

- We'll get all the newsies

in New York together.

- This isn't a joke.

You saw what happened

to those trolley workers.

That's a good idea.

Any newsie don't join,

we bust their heads

like the trolley workers.

Stop and think

about this, Jack!

You can't rush

everybody into this.

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