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...that stands to get to cover

the greatest feat in history?

It's inside I'm needing relief.

And I'm not talking water!

Not before your bar-tab's paid.

Not before he puts a chip on the bar.

He'll get sick and die!

I'll stake him to a stone.

You don't want me to tell 'em where you got

that pretty figure tucked away, off-caucus?

Would you inform

on your own father?

I'll tell 'em how I lace you up

every morning.

Alright...alright...give him a drink.

I've been studying you, Jenny.

How'd you like me

to draw your picture?

Well, I was thinking of having her picture

across the bar.

Are you going to draw it

on the wall?

On a head of beer.

Hey, I'll split your mainbrace if you

give my girl here that sort of talk.

Remember the face on

the barroom floor?

I'm going to draw a face

on a head of beer.

4 bits you can't!

Put your chip on the bar.

There's the groom...

Now let me see the bride.

A large schooner, Jenny...

with a big head.

That's fine!

Nothing's to it when you know

what you're doing.

Perfectly easy, Jenny...

You're pretty as a picture.

See!

The trick is...

it's an indelible pencil.

Take it and draw yourself a picture.

What's the good of writing anything...

if you haven't got a paper

to put it in?

You know what I'd do

if I had a paper?

Here we go again...

...daydreaming at night...

...and sober!

No, Mitch...what would you do?

The first thing I'd do is christen it...

I'd call it 'The Globe'.

I'd make it the best newspaper on Park Row...

that's what I'd do.

I'd give away free ice...

...coal...summer excursions...

Xmas dinners for the poor...

That'd make 'em happy...

It'd make news..

and news makes readers!

Readers makes circulation..

and circulation makes advertising...

And advertising means

I'd print my paper

without the support

of any political machine.

That's what I'd do

if I had a newspaper.

Would you give me a job?

- What did Hackett pay you?

- $18 a week.

I'd double it.

You'd pay me $36 a week?!

Sure...if I had a newspaper.

Why don't you dream up

your own newspaper, Jeff?

And give yourself $100 a week!

Mr Mitchell...

For 3 years, every night, I've been listening

to what you'd do. if you had a newspaper.

Don't you like it, Mr Leach?

I like it very much.

You're that job-printer...

got a shop in 'The Times' right?

'Tribune.'

I don't make up my mind quickly,

Mr Mitchell...

But when I do...I act.

Your dream kept me awake nights.

And I made my decision.

You sure O'Rourke's whisky

hasn't gone to your head?

Like you, I never trust anything

stronger than beer.

If I were interviewing you,

I'd have nothing so far...

What are you driving at?

All my life I wanted to be

what you are.

A newspaperman!

What you can do, I can't.

What you need...I've got.

What I dream about...you are.

I've got a good steam press.

I've got a little credit for type-foundry.

Got a little newsprint...got a little cash.

I want to go into partnership,

Mr Mitchell.

You'll be editor and publisher

of the newspaper...

I'll be printer, and handle

the business end.

You'll get the heart...

I've got the hands.

You've got the head.

I've got the press.

What do you say?

A paper...of my own?

I'd be editor.

And I do no man's bidding.

You run the paper the way you want

to run it, and answer to no one.

Can I name it?

Yes.

You can name it, Mr Mitchell.

Is it a deal?

Yep!

You've got yourself a newspaper!

Jeff...you're on the staff...

I promised.

$36 a week!

30 what?!...15 a week!

$15? You promised me $36

if you had a paper.

If a paper...it was a different issue...

Alright...in a week...

Ever draw for a paper, Tom?

- No.

- You're on 'The Globe'...$15 a week.

- Spent all your money yet, Mr Leach?

- Getting close!

You know...what I need now

is a good reporter like Mr Davenport.

No, Mitch...

You need young blood to bring life

to a newspaper just born.

I could use some old blood, too.

Want to have them on 'The Globe.'

Steve...it's the cops!

Anybody in here

seen Steve Brody?

He ain't here...

he's down at 'Lizzy the Duck'.

What do you want of him, officer?

He's broken the law...

He just jumped off

the Brooklyn Bridge.

Any witnesses see him jump?

I saw him!

We're wasting our time...let's go

down the 'Lizzy the Duck'.

Here you are, officer.

Is this the man who jumped?

I don't know what his name is...

But he's the fellow which jumped.

Take him away!

Mitch...you're a Judas!

It's me, Brody, your bosom pal.

Lock him in 'The Tombs'.

Fake!...You and your newspaper!...

You're a snake in the grass!

All you reporters

are snakes in the grass!

Throw the keys away!

Mitch...How could you've done it?

How could you 've done it

to my Steve, Mitch?!

This'll be Brody's story...

On page one!

"Bridge and safety"

Steve Brody drops 120 feet

to the water below!

Arrested...locked in 'The Tombs'.

I get the follow-up...

"The Globe frees Brody from 'The Tombs'."

The officer won't like this.

The readers will.

- 6 columns...6 pages...

- We're shaving close!

4 pages...let's get 'em to the office.

Look, Mr Mitchell...I got

printer's ink in me, too.

See!

You got a chore-boy?

Just Mr Angelo and me...

We take care of the shop.

I run the press...

and he sets type.

Who's Mr Angelo?

This is Mr Angelo.

Rusty, there's only one opening on 'The Globe'.

You know the difference between a guideline, a keyline,

a 4+4 and a stick o' stone?

Yes Sir.

No you don't...but you're gonna learn.

You're printer's devil.

From now on, Rusty...

you're a newspaperman.

Yes, Sir!

Got a key, Mr Leach?

Fine...we're putting 'The Globe'

to bed tonight.

Meet you all in the office in 5 minutes.

5 minutes, Mr Davenport.

What a business!

Beautiful, Mr Leach...

Great place to work.

Plenty of room for our hard-hitting

competent staff.

Rusty...get all the papers...

Go and get 'The Star.'

And get rid of that shoe-shine box.

Well, you heard it, Mr Leach...

where's all your type?

It looks like we'll have to set up

all our stories in a couple of inches.

When that type's sorted up, we'll have

enough to handle the paper...

Most of our jobs have been

handbills and cards.

How much paper have we got?

Couple of half bundles in the back.

I didn't figure you'd want

to go to press so soon.

Paper plants are all closed now.

Vol. 1, No. 1, hits the street

in the morning.

Say...what's a job printer like you doing

with such a big press?

I once tried to run a weekly.

I just didn't have what it takes

to put out a paper.

That press came between me

and my wife many a time.

She finally got to get fond of it, too.

Jeff...

Yeah, what is it, Mitch?

Your brother's a butcher

over on William St. isn't he?

No...my brother-in-law...why?

How much butcher-paper

can you get from him?

Butcher paper?

Yeah...we're short of newsprint...

and borrow his wagon.

He's a mercenary.

Tell him 'The Globe' 'll take care of the bills.

You don't know my brother-in-law.

Here's all the cash I've got on me.

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