Newsies Page #8

- He's dressed like a scabber.

Jack, look at me, will ya?

Come on, it's me, Mush.

Look at me!

What're you doing?

This ain't happening!

What are you doin', Jack?

Hey, what is this?

- Where'd you get them clothes?

- Mr. Pulitzer picked them.

- A special gift

to a special new employee.

- He sold us out.

Look at him in his little suit.

Ya bum! I'll soak ya!

- Ya fink!

- Let me get my hands dirty.

Come here, you dirty,

rotten scabber!

I'll murder ya!

Oh, you want to talk to him.

Come on, sure.

Go right ahead.

So this is why you

didn't escape last night.

- Yeah.

- You're a liar.

You lied about everything.

You lied about your father

being out west.

- You didn't even tell me your real name.

- So? What you want to do about it?

I don't understand you.

So let me spell it out for ya.

You see, I ain't got nobody

tucking me in at night like you.

It's just me.

I gotta look out for myself.

- You had the newsies!

- What'd being a newsie give me...

but a dime a day

and a few black eyes?

I can't afford to be a kid

no more, Dave.

For the first time in my life

I got money in my pockets. Real money!

Money. You understand?

I got more on the way and as soon

as I collect, I'm gone, all right?

That's good 'cause

we don't need you.

We don't need you!

All those words you said,

those were mine.

But you never had the guts

to put 'em across yourself.

I do now.

What's the matter?

Got a problem?

Maybe, maybe you'd like

a new suit of your own, huh?

- Never!

- Get outta here! Off with him.

You make me sick!

- Look at yourself, huh?

- I trusted you.

Seize the day, huh, Jack?

He's foolin' 'em

so he can spy on 'em or something.

Yeah, that's it.

He's foolin' 'em.

Yeah, he's spyin'

on 'em, kid.

Les,

what is this?

I'm savin' it.

David,

it's Denton's article.

"The Dark Truth,

Why Our City Really Fears

The Newsies' Strike...

"by Bryan Denton.

"Last night I saw naked force

exercised against mere boys,

the newsies, who were the..."

One trick, Cowboy,

and it's right back to the refuge.

Please.

Ah, you gonna be requiring

anything else this evening?

No? Ah, tsk, tsk.

Well then, I oughta

be saying good night.

Remember... one trick

and I go straight to Mr. Pulitzer.

Move along, gentlemen, move along.

20 papes. Next.

- 20 papes, please.

- Next.

- 30 papes, please.

- Yes, sir.

30 papes. Next.

- I'll take, uh, 50.

- 50 papes!

50 papes. Next.

Sleep well, Cowboy?

Come with us, Cowboy.

We're gonna go fix your pal Davey.

- Fix him so he can't walk.

- Shut up!

Uh-uh. Lift one finger,

it's back to the refuge.

Next!

- Good mornin'.

- Good mornin' to ya.

'Scuse me, sweet face.

How's your little brother, tootsie?

Where's the little Davey?

Leave my sister alone!

Stop it! Leave him alone!

You stupid ape.

No!

- What happened? Are you hurt?

- No, I'm all right.

- Help Sarah.

- Run, Davey!

Oh, yeah, run, Davey.

We got the best part

of your family right here.

Let go of me!

Stop it!

- Get up!

- Les!

Stop, you're hurting him.

No! Leave him alone!

Stop it!

Leave him alone!

Get over here!

Remember Crutchy?

- You all right?

- Yeah.

David?

You better run, Cowboy.

We're gonna tell Uncle Weas.

- You'll be back in the

refuge by supper time.

- Run, ya lousy coward.

Run, get outta here!

Don't come back.

What? You couldn't stay away?

Well, I guess I can't

be something I ain't.

A scab?

No, smart.

Did you mean

what you wrote here?

About all these sweatshop

kids listening to me?

I don't write anything

I don't mean.

Well, come on in.

I was just packing a few things.

So, yes, I meant it.

The city thrives

on child labor.

A lot of people

make money that way.

They're terrified that

the newsies strike will spread.

There's not much chance

of that...

as long as

they got the power.

Sometimes all it takes

is a voice.

One voice

that becomes a hundred,

and then a thousand...

unless it's silenced.

Why can't we spread

the strike?

Have another big rally and get

the word out to all the sweatshop kids?

- Why not?

- What are we gonna do?

Put an ad in the paper?

We'll do better than that.

We'll make our own paper.

We tell 'em they gotta join us.

Isn't that a good idea?

Yeah, it is. But what do we know

about printing a newspaper?

- Nothing, but our man, Denton...

- But I think our man, Denton,

has something more

important to do.

I mean, he's gonna be

an ace war correspondent.

Right, Denton?

All right.

Where do we start?

We gotta move fast.

We're gonna need

the newsies to circulate.

We need a printing press.

So happens I know a guy

with a printing press.

- You've been living here?

- Shh! They're above us.

If weasel catches us,

we're all in the slam.

All right!

A platen press!

Looks like old man Pulitzer

never threw anything away.

- Will this thing work?

- It better. We have a deadline.

# This is the story

you wanted to write #

# Well tonight is a night

that you can #

# Just get this done

and by dawn's early light #

# You can finish the fight

you began #

# This time we're in it

to stay #

# Think about

seizing the day #

# Think of that train as

she rolls into old Santa Fe #

# Tell 'em I'm on my way #

# See ol' man Pulitzer

snug in his bed he don't

care if we're dead or alive #

# Three satin pillows

are under his head #

# While we're begging

for bread to survive #

# Joe, if you're still

countin' sheep #

# Wake up and read 'em

and weep #

# You got your thugs with

their sticks and the slugs #

# Yeah, but we got

a promise to keep #

# Once and for all something

tells me the tide'll be turnin' #

# Once and for all

there's a fire inside me #

# That won't stop burning #

# Now that the choices

are clear #

# Now that tomorrow is here #

# Watch how the mighty can fall

for once and for all #

It's nice of Mr. Pulitzer

to let us use his press.

I just hope I get

to thank him for it some day.

# This is for kids

shining shoes in the streets #

# With no shoes on

their feet every day #

Hey, kid, can you read?

Read that.

Take this. Read these.

Know how to read?

Read that, all right?

Carryin' the banner!

# Once and for all we'll be

there to defend one another #

# Once and for all

every kid is our friend #

# Every friend a brother #

- Hey, meeting in the square.

- Support the newsies.

# Five thousand reasons to try

we're going over the wall #

# Better to die than to crawl #

# Either we stand or we fall #

# For once once and for all ##

Disgraceful, Denty!

Those poor boys!

I thought you'd feel

this way, Governor.

And I did nothing...

until now.

Good, very good, sir.

So when's the others

comin', kid?

They ain't comin'.

Ain't gonna be nobody but us.

- Come on, Jack.

- Have hope, Jack.

# When the circulation

bell starts ringin' #

- # Will we hear it #

- Naw.

# What if the Delanceys

come out swingin' #

- # Will we hear it #

- No!

Atta boy!

# When you got

a million voices singin' #

- # Who can hear a lousy #

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