Newsies Page #7

someone your own size?

Racetrack!

Get outta here now!

Hey, come here!

Sullivan, I gotcha!

Go up there.

All right, no, go here.

Push me.

Get outta here! Go!

- Stop where you are.

- Hey, come back!

Show's over, Cowboy.

You all right?

Come on.

Stay back!

Arise, arise.

Court is now in session.

Judge E.A. Monahan presiding.

Are any of you represented

by counsel?

No. Good, good.

- That'll move things along considerably.

- Your Honor, I object.

On what grounds?

On the grounds of Brooklyn,

Your Honor.

I fine each of you $5.00,

or two weeks' confinement

in the house of refuge.

- He said five bucks.

- Whoa. Hey, we ain't got five bucks.

We don't even got

five cents.

Your Honor, how 'bout

I roll you for it?

Double or nothing.

- Move along, move along.

- Your Honor,

I'll pay the fines,

all of them.

- Fellas, you all right?

- It's David.

- Where's Jack?

- Look, we got to meet

at the restaurant.

Everybody.

We have to talk.

Pay the clerk.

Move it along.

Hey, fellas!

Hey, Cowboy, nice shiner.

Pay the clerk.

Move it along.

Hey, Denton, I guess

we made all the papes this time.

- How'd my picture look?

- None of the papers covered the rally,

not even "The Sun."

Case of Jack Kelly.

Inciting to riot,

assault, resisting arrest.

Judge Monahan,

I'll speak for this young man.

You two know each other.

Ain't that nice!

Just move it along,

Warden Snyder.

This boy's real name

is Francis Sullivan.

His mother's deceased,

his father's a convict.

He's an escapee from

the house of refuge...

where his sentence for three months

was extended to six months...

- for disruptive behavior.

- Like demanding we eat the food

you steal from us.

Followed by an additional

six months for attempted escape.

Attempted? Last time

wasn't an attempted escape.

Remember me and Teddy Roosevelt

and the carriage?

- You remember Roosevelt

and the carriage!

- I ask he be returned...

- to the house of refuge.

- Away for my own good,

right, move along?

For my own good and

what he kicks back to you.

And that the court order his

incarceration until the age of 21...

in the hope that we may yet guide him

to a useful and productive life.

So ordered!

No!

Next.

Hey, Mr. Denton!

- Thanks for bailing us out.

- My pleasure.

- Why didn't "The Sun" print the story?

- Because it never happened.

What do you mean? It never happened?

You were there!

If it's not in the papers,

it never happened.

The owners decreed that it

not be in the papers, therefore...

Anyway, I came to tell

you fellas good-bye.

- What happened? You get fired?

- No, I got reassigned...

back to my old job as

"The Sun's" ace war correspondent.

They want me

to leave right away.

The owner thinks I should only cover

the really important stories.

Yep, well,

wish me luck, fellas,

at least half of what

I wish for you.

They don't always

fire you, David.

I would be blackballed from

every paper in the country.

Hey,

I'm a newspaperman.

I have to have a paper

to write for.

This is the, uh,

story I wrote

about the rally.

And...

I want you to read it,

at least.

Bill?

- No, no.

- This should cover it. Thanks.

We get Jack out of

the refuge tonight.

- From now on, we trust

no one but the newsies.

- Yeah!

Come on,

get the lead out of your pants.

Move along, boy.

That's where we saw Crutchy.

It's Jack.

- It's Jack!

- Shh, shh.

Whoa, boy.

Where they takin' him, Dave?

There's one way to find out.

I'll meet you guys

at the square.

Racetrack, watch him.

Whoa, whoa, boy.

Get him inside.

Oh, well, about ready

to wrap up for the night.

- Gonna be another late one.

- Yes, I know.

Sit!

Know what I was doing

when I was your age, boy?

I was in a war!

- The Civil War.

- Yeah, I heard of it.

So... did you win?

People think that wars

are about right or wrong.

They're not.

They're about power.

I heard of that too.

I don't just sell your papers,

Joe, sometimes I read 'em.

Power of the press

is the greatest power of them all.

I tell this city

how to think.

I tell this city

how to vote.

I... shape its future.

Yeah? Well, right now...

I'm just thinking about

one future and that's mine.

So am I, boy.

I have the power to see that

you stay locked in the refuge.

- And I have the power

to break out again.

- Or...

I could see you released

tomorrow free and clear...

with more money in your pockets than

you could earn in... three lifetimes.

Are you bribin' me, Joe?

Mmm. Well,

no-no-no-no-no.

It's been nice chattin' with you,

Joe, but I gotta be going now.

You listen to me, boy.

Just shut your mouth

and listen to me.

You shut up and listen

to me for once!

It's no game I'm playing.

You work for me

until the strike is over.

It will end, boy,

make no mistake, without you.

Then you go wherever you

want to buy a ticket for.

Away from the refuge,

these foul streets.

Free!

With money to spend

and nobody chasing you.

I must have you scared

pretty bad, old man.

I offer you freedom

and money just to work for me again.

To your friends,

I won't be so kind!

Now your partner,

what's his name, David?

I understand he has a family.

What do you think the

refuge will do to him?

And it would be you

who put him there.

And all the others.

After all, you're their leader.

Go back to the refuge tonight.

Think about it.

Give me your answer

in the morning.

Jack, come on!

Come on! Run!

After him!

Don't worry.

He's got no place to go.

- Come on, keep running!

- You shouldn't have done this, Dave.

- They could put you in jail.

- I don't care.

Come here!

What about your family?

What happens to them if you go in jail?

You don't know nothin'

about jail.

Thanks for what you've done,

but you get outta here.

- I don't understand.

- I don't understand either,

but just get outta here!

- No!

- Go!

# Santa Fe #

# My old friend #

# I can't spend

my whole life hiding #

# You're the only light

that's guidin' me today #

Psst, Jack.

Look. I snitched it off of

Snyder's plate when I was serving him.

It's the biggest one.

Oh, Mr. Snyder was eating good tonight.

You know, the stuff

that we don't never get.

Potatoes, olives,

even bacon, sauerkraut.

Guess what I done

to his sauerkraut.

- So what's it get ya?

- Another three months.

But you can't let him

beat ya, right, Jack?

That's what you always say.

We was beat when we was born.

# Will you keep

a candle burnin' #

# Will you help me

find my way #

# You're my chance

to break free #

# And who knows

when my next one will be #

# Santa Fe #

# Wait for me ##

Stop "The World." No more papes.

Stop "The World."

No more papes.

Cheese it!

Cheese it!

- Cheese it! Race, please help me.

- All right, I ain't deaf.

Hey, hey, hey.

Break it up.

Hold it right there.

- Hey, Race, come here.

- What?

Tell me I'm just seein' things.

Just tell me I'm seein' things.

You ain't seein' things. That's Jack.

- What's he doin'?

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