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Want to give some boodle

for the Liberty statue?

Just give me what you can,

and I'll call you patriotic.

Sure, I'm patriotic...

Here's a dollar, mister.

And here's your receipt.

Watch 'The Globe' paper for your name.

Come on, Red.

Wait a minute!

Don't you want to see the first barmaid

in America, to make a you special drink?

No, we gotta go.

I'll make you a Blue Blazer...

On the house!

I can make the best Blue Blazer

you ever saw.

Anybody getting money for that pedestal...

they deserve more than a Blue Blazer.

You know what...

I got lots of patriotic customers here.

I bet you I can get you $20

for that pedestal.

Got any more of them receipts?

My father gave $10 for the statue.

I heard today that Ed Shore...

...gave $100...

...And my father's brother gave $20

for the statue...

...and his brother-in-law

gave $30...

Now wasn't that worth waiting for?

That's what I call a Blue Blazer!

A shot of allagazam...

and a shot of sangaree...

As a matter of fact I even put in

a bit of sheep-dip...

Now that's what you call

a Blue Blazer!

Was that worth waiting for?

That's a Blue Blazer mixed with a shot of allagazam

and a shot of sangaroo...

A you sure they're on the house?

Sure they're on the house...

for anybody that's patriotic.

Steve...that's the guy

with the forged receipts!

You know what I did to the man

who ran over the kid's legs...

And I'll crush your head in with this

unless you tell me...

...who's paying you to pass

those Liberty receipts.

You can't scare me.

Wiley of 'The Star' 's behind me...

I ain't afraid of you

or your paper.

That's the story I want.

Turn him over to the federal authorities...

and WE'll pick up the newsprint.

Mr Davenport, I want you to write

the story exposing Hackett.

You can tell them there'll be a Statue of Liberty

on Beddoes Island in less than 60 days.

I guess that's the big story

for your 120-point headline.

Don't tell me about it, Mr Davenport...

write it!

Are you hurt?

Are you alright?

Hey Jack...give me that pail of beer.

Mr Mergenthaler...are you alright?

Yeah...

What about Mr Davenport?

He was gone before it happened.

Gone where?

Wrote his story and said goodnight...

and went home.

Give me a hand...

Let's get him in the other room.

Are you alright Mr Mergenthaler?

Did you get a good look

at any of them?

No...they were too fast.

They had it all figured out

like clockwork.

Each man knew

where to hurt it most.

Well, it'll just mean we come out

a little later...that's all.

Jeff...find that story

Mr Davenport wrote.

Mr Angelo, let's sort out this type.

It'll take us a month...the state of this type.

Look...they threw mailing glue all over it.

May take more than a month.

We got a lot of paper out there...

we can't let it go to waste.

We can't afford to miss

a single edition.

Mr Davenport's story isn't here.

What do you mean it isn't there?...

It's got to be there...someplace.

Look around over there.

I'll look on his desk.

What is it, Mr Mitchell?

It's Davenport's obituary.

Who wrote it, Mr Mitchell?

Mr Davenport.

Read it, Mr Mitchell.

Josiah Davenport, 75...

Journalist...

Died today, at peace with Park Row.

The search for a man to carry on

the fire for Horace Greeley...

...was successful.

His last words were written

to this man...

...Phineas Mitchell, 'The Globe'.

In most countries there is

no freedom of the press...

In the United States, there is.

It's freedom was born in 1734...

in the libel trial of John Peter Zenger...

...printer and publisher

of the New York Weekly Journal.

He was acquitted by a jury.

When anyone threatens your freedom

to print the truth...

...think of Zenger, Franklin, Bennett...

and Greeley.

Think of them...fight for what they fought for...

...and died for.

Don't let anyone ever

tell you what to print.

Don't take advantage

of your free press.

Use it judiciously,

for your profession...

...and your country.

The press is good, or evil...

...according to the character

of those who direct it...

...and 'The Globe' is a good newspaper.

I have put off dying...

...waiting for a new voice

that would be heard.

You are that new voice, Mr Mitchell.

And now that I have found a man

worthy enough to die for...

I'm ready to die.

The old press is silent.

If there's a place

where newspapermen go...

..and a last edition is put to bed...

...I want to be there

to hear the roar of 'The Globe'...

..the thunder of the type...

I want to be there,

still covering the story

on the cuff of the last of the survivors...

...who saw American journalism

born on Park Row.

'30'.

It's hot!

It's type!

Can you make a sentence?

Go ahead.

What do you call this,

Mr Mergenthaler?

Line of type.

Mr Leach...get that press beating...

Mr Angelo, railroad those formes.

Steve...get that butcher paper in there.

Jeff, get started on the copy.

We'll put Mr Davenport's obituary

right on page 1...and we'll box it.

I'll write the Hackett expos.

Mr Mergenthaler...if I give you

my story right here...

...can you get the words out

of your line o' type as I talk?

'Linotype'...that is a good name

for my machine!

Here's your lead...

The press...

...is good or evil...

...according to the character

of those who direct it.

And now that the story is revealed...

...'The Globe' will continue

its subscription drive...

...for the Lady in New York Bay.

Hey...Jeff!

Look at that...

a special Sunday Extra.

"Fourth of July"! Look at that headline..

120-point!

Look at that paper...in Linotype!

This is history, Jeff..

This is history!

How's the press..will she live?

She's in bad shape.

There'll be no 'Globe' out tomorrow,

Mr Mitchell.

Well, you can all start looking

for new jobs.

Sure is a wake for the dead.

What plans I had for you!

This was just the beginning.

So many things I wanted to print...

...fight...

..expose...

...make history together...

We started something new...

...newspaper business...

I had it all figured out.

All figured out.

Re-plates...newsstands...

Railroad stations.

By-lines...

...for good writers...

Columns...

'The Globe'...is dead.

Long live 'The Globe'.

Extra, extra...read all about it...

Extra...read all about it...extra!

I'm surprised at you Mr Mitchell...

You had a paper to put out.

...and what do you do?...

You go to a saloon.

How did you do it?

My machine...

We had the copy...

While you were filling your belly

with schnapps

I was on the linotype.

The explosion burnt it a little...

...but I fixed it quickly...

Where'd you get the press?

Right across the street.

I came in here after the explosion.

I read your page-1 story.

I didn't order the violence.

Mr Wiley did.

He blew up your pressroom.

I am responsible, because

I gave him the order to kill 'The Globe'.

In doing that I violated the Publishers' Code.

That's why I borrowed your staff

for the paper make-up.

And I printed 'The Globe'.

Good ink.

The best.

8 pages!

On your newsprint.

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