DAVID:
(Dropping a newspaper onto a table) Why didn't the Sun print the story?
DENTON:
Because it never happened.
RACETRACK:
What do you mean it never happened? You were there!
KID BLINK:
You wrote it!
DENTON:
It's not in the papers, it never happened. The owners decreed it not be in the papers, therefore..... anyway, I came to tell you fellas good-bye.
(The NEWSIES stare at DENTON in disbelief)
DAVID:
What happened? Did you get fired or something?
DENTON:
No, I got reassigned back to my old job as the Sun's ace war corespondent. Well, they want me to leave right away, and..... The owner thinks I should only cover the really important stories. So, wish me luck, fellas. At least half of what I wish for you.
(DAVID moves away from DENTON, and puts his head against the wall. DENTON walks over to him and turns around to face him)
DENTON:
They don't always fire you, David. I would be black balled from every paper in the country. I'm a newspaper man. I have to have a paper to write for. (Pressing a piece of paper into DAVID's hand) This is the story I wrote about the rally. I want you to read it at least.
(DENTON approaches the WAITER with a ten-dollar bill)
DENTON:
Here, this should cover it.
(The WAITER shakes his head, refusing the money, but DENTON pays him anyway and leaves. SKITTERY closes the door behind him and crosses his arms. DAVID crumples the story up and throws it on a table)
DAVID:
We get Jack out of the Refuge tonight. And from now on, we trust no one but the newsies.
(The NEWSIES cheer bitterly and get up and leave. LES uses Denton's article to wrap his unfinished hot dog. That night- DAVID, LES, MUSH, KID BLINK, RACETRACK, and BOOTS sneak into the Refuge's gates. KID BLINK has a rope)
DAVID:
(Pointing to a lit window in the Refuge) That's where we saw Crutchy.
(They are about to move when they see SNYDER leading JACK into a carriage)
LES:
It's Jack!
(The others hush him up)
MUSH:
Where they taking him, Dave?
DAVID:
Only one way to find out. (He stands up) I'll meet you guys at the square. (Pushing LES over to RACETRACK) Racetrack, watch him.
(DAVID hides in the back of the carriage, which goes to Pulitzer's house. SEITZ is waiting outside for them)
SEITZ:
(Jerking his head toward the door) Get him inside
(SNYDER takes JACK's arm and leads him in. DAVID pulls out the pin that attaches the horses to the carriage. Inside- SEITZ leaves JACK in Pulitzer's study. PULITZER enters)
PULITZER:
Sit. (JACK obeys) Know what I was doing at your age, boy? (He points to a picture of himself taken many years before) I was in a war. The Civil War.
JACK:
Yeah, I heard of it. So, did you win?
PULITZER:
People think war is about right or wrong and not power.
JACK:
Yeah, I heard of that too. Ya know, I don't just sell your papes, Joe. Sometimes I read 'em.
PULIZTER:
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.
JACK:
Yeah? Well, right now I'm only thinking about one future, and that's mine.
PULITZER:
So am I, boy. I have the power to see you stay locked in the Refuge-
JACK:
And I have the power to break out again.
PULITZER:
-or, I can see you released tomorrow, free and clear, with more money in your pockets than you can earn in three lifetimes.
JACK:
Are you bribing me, Joe?
PULITZER:
No. No, no.
JACK:
Well, it's been real nice chatting with you, Joe. But I got to be going now. (He gets up and starts for the door)
PULITZER:
You listen to me, boy. (JACK stops) You just shut your mouth and listen to me! You shut up and listen to me for once! No game I'm playing. You work for me 'til the strike's over, and it will end, boy, make no mistake, with or without you. Then you go where ever you want to buy a ticket for. Away from the Refuge, these foul streets. Free. With money to spend and nobody chasing you.
JACK:
(Smiling slowly) We must have you scared pretty bad, old man
PULITZER:
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? (JACK stops smiling) I understand he has a family. What do you think the Refuge will do to him? And it will 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.
(PULITZER pushes JACK out the door. As SNYDER leads JACK outside, he lets go of him for one second)
(Waving at JACK from the bottom of the front steps) Jack! Come on! Come on!
(JACK slides down the railing and jumps over it. He and DAVID run away)
SNYDER:
After him!
(The DRIVER whips the horses, which take off without the carriage)
SEITZ:
Don't worry. He's got no place to go.
(DAVID and JACK run into an alley. JACK slows down)
DAVID:
Come on! Keep running!
JACK:
You shouldn't have done this, Dave. They could put you in jail.
DAVID:
(Shrugging) I don't care.
JACK:
Come here. (He pushes DAVID against a wall) What about your family? What happened to them if you go in jail? You don't know nothing about jail! Now, thanks for what you done, but you get out of here. (He pushes DAVID away)
DAVID:
I don't understand.
JACK:
I don't understand either, but just get outta here!
DAVID:
No!
JACK:
Go!
(DAVID turns slowly and walks away angrily. JACK leans against the wall. Suddenly, he's leaning against a wall in the Refuge)
JACK:
Santa Fe
My old friend
I can't spend my whole life hiding
You're the only light that's guiding me today
(CRUTCHY opens a little slot in the door. He has a potato)
CRUCTHY:
Psst! Jack! Look! I snitched it off Snyder's plate while I was serving him. It's the biggest one. Oh, Mr. Snyder was eating good tonight. You know the stuff that we don't ever get? He got potatoes, olives, liver, bacon, sauerkraut. And guess what I done to his sauerkraut, huh?
JACK:
(Taking the potato and looking it over) So, what'd it get you?
CRUTCHY:
Oh, another three months, probably. But you can't let them get you, right, Jack? That's what you always said.
JACK:
(Leaning against the wall and staring at CRUTCHY) We was beat when we was born
(CRUTCHY frowns and closes the slot)
JACK:
Will you keep a candle burning?
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
NEWSIES:
Stop the World! No more papes! Stop the World! No more papes! (etc.)
(The POLICE form a barricade. Some of the NEWSIES start to fight amongst themselves)
DAVID:
(Grabbing RACETRACK and shouting at him over the noise) Race! Help me! I need some help!
RACETRACK:
(Pulling away from DAVID and yelling) All right! I ain't deaf!
(Two small BROOKLYN NEWSIES are fighting. SPOT pulls them apart)
SPOT:
Hey, hey, hey! Break it up, break it up. (He notices something) Hey, Race, come here.
(WEASEL leads JACK out. He's in a new suit)
RACETRACK:
What?
SPOT:
Just tell me I'm seeing things. Just tell me I'm seeing things.
RACETRACK:
No, you ain't seeing things. That's Jack. What's he doing?
SPOT:
He's dressed like a scabber!
MUSH:
Jack? Jack, look at me, will you? Come on, it's me, Mush. Look at me. What are you doing, Jack?
KID BLINK:
This ain't happening. This can't be happening. What are you doing, Jack? Come on, what are you doing?
BOOTS:
Come on. What is this? Where'd you get them clothes?
WEASEL:
(Straightening JACK's collar and grinning horridly at the NEWSIES) Mr. Pulitzer picked them out himself. A special gift for a special new employee.
(The NEWSIES erupt in anger)
SPOT:
He sold us out!
RACETRACK:
C'mere..... I'll give you a new suit! You bum! I'll soak ya!
SPOT:
Hey, hey, hey! Let me get my hands dirty. (He flies at JACK, screaming. The NEWSIES can barely keep him back) Come here you dirty rotten scabber! Traitor!
(The NEWSIES finally pull SPOT away. DAVID stares at JACK)
WEASEL:
Aww. You wanna talk to him? Come on, come on. Sure. Got right ahead.
(DAVID walks up to JACK and grabs his new jacket)
DAVID:
So, this is why you didn't escape last night. (JACK nods) You're a liar! You lied about everything! You lied about your father being out west, 'cause he's not out west! You didn't even tell me your real name!
JACK:
So? What you wanna do about it, Dave?
DAVID:
I don't understand you.
JACK:
Oh, so let me spell it out for you. You see, I ain't got nobody tucking me in at night, like you. It's just me, I gotta look out for myself.
DAVID:
You had the newsies!
JACK:
Oh, what'd being a newsies ever give me but a dime a day and a few black eyes? You know, 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? (DAVID looks away angrily) I got more on the way and as soon as I collect, I'm gone, I'm away. All right?
DAVID:
Well, that's good. That's good because we don't need you! We don't need you! Because all those words you said, those were mine.
JACK:
Yeah, but you never had the guts to put them across yourself, did you?
DAVID:
I do now.
(DAVID starts to go back to the NEWSIES, then turns to look at JACK again)
JACK:
What's the matter? Got a problem?
(DAVID flies at JACK, but WEASEL and a few POLICEMEN pull him away)
WEASEL:
Maybe you'd like a new suit of your own, huh?
DAVID:
Never! Never!
WEASEL:
Get outta here! Get outta here! (He pushes DAVID back to the NEWSIES)
DAVID:
I'm not like you!
(The POLICE surround JACK so the NEWSIES can't get him. The NEWSIES watch him go)
SPOT:
Traitor!
KID BLINK:
You make me sick!
BOOTS:
I trusted you!
RACETRACK:
Seize the day, huh, Jack?
LES:
He's fooling them, so he can spy on them or something. Yeah, yeah, that's it. He's fooling them!
RACETRACK:
(Laughing a humorless laugh) Yeah, he's spying on them, kid. (He pats LES on the cheek)
SARAH:
(Taking the hot dog out of the drawer) Les. What is this?
LES:
I'm saving it.
(He takes the hot dog and leaves the article in SARAH's hands. She looks at it)
SARAH:
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.....'
(DAVID climbs out the window, slams it, then storms off the fire escape. SARAH and LES exchange looks. That night- WEASEL leads JACK to his new bedroom, the basement of the World building)
WEASEL:
One trick, Cowboy, and it's right back to the Refuge. Please.
(He motions forward, and JACK obliges reluctantly. WEASEL throws a dust-covered sheet to JACK)
WEASEL:
Ah. You gonna be requiring anything this evening? Huh? No? Aww..... tsk, tsk. Well then, I ought to be saying good night. (He starts to leave, then turns and points a finger at JACK warningly) Remember, one trick and I go straight to Mr. Pulitzer.
(He exits, leaving JACK alone. The next morning- JACK goes to buy his papers. OSCAR and MORRIS DELANCEY come up behind him)
WEASEL:
Sleep well, Cowboy?
OSCAR:
Come with us, Cowboy. We're gonna go fix your pal Davey. Fix him so he can't walk.
MORRIS:
(Grabbing his brother and eyeing JACK warily) Shut up.
(JACK starts to go after them)
WEASEL:
Ah! Lift one finger and it's right back to the Refuge. Next!
(JACK picks up his papers and leaves. Later that morning- SARAH is walking to work with LES. She has a basket full of lace)
SARAH:
'Morning.
LADY:
Good morning, dear.
(OSCAR 'bumps' into her)
OSCAR:
(Tipping his hat) 'Scuze me, sweetface.
(She continues to walk with OSCAR behind her. MORRIS steps out in front of her)
MORRIS:
Where's your little brother, tootsie? Where's little Davey?
(SARAH tries to get by, but the DELANCEYS push her around)
LES:
(Clenching his teeth) Leave my sister alone!
(He shoves OSCAR. MORRIS holds onto SARAH while OSCAR pushed LES into a puddle)
SARAH:
Stop it! Leave him alone!
(LES gets up and comes at OSCAR again, and OSCAR shoves LES into a pile of tin baskets. SARAH shoves Morris away)
SARAH:
You stupid ape.
(SARAH punches MORRIS, but it doesn't hurt him. She runs into the alley. The DELANCEYS catch her. DAVID sees LES lying hurt in the pile of baskets and helps him up)
DAVID:
What's the matter? Are you all right?
LES:
I'm all right, I'm all right. Help Sarah!
SARAH:
Run, Davey!
OSCAR:
Yeah, run, Davey. We got the best part of your family right here.
(DAVID tackles OSCAR)
SARAH (to Morris):
Let go of me!
(MORRIS throws her to the ground. OSCAR punches DAVID)
SARAH:
Stop it! Les! Stop, you're hurting him! No!
(MORRIS pulls out a pair of brass knuckles and puts them on)
SARAH:
Leave him alone!
(OSCAR continues to punch DAVID. LES runs to SARAH. JACK is carrying his papers down the street near the alley)
SARAH:
Stop it! Leave him alone!
(JACK hears her cries and runs, dropping his papers and stepping on them as he goes. OSCAR holds DAVID as MORRIS gets ready to hit him with the knuckles. JACK comes up behind MORRIS and punches him. DAVID gives OSCAR an elbow in the stomach. JACK throws MORRIS aside)
JACK:
Get over here.
(JACK grabs OSCAR)
JACK:
Remember Crutchy?
(JACK headbutts him and he falls, dazed, near MORRIS. JACK goes to help SARAH up)
JACK:
You all right?
SARAH:
Yeah.
(They hug briefly)
SARAH:
David!
(JACK goes to DAVID and checks him over before helping him up. OSCAR and MORRIS finally get up)
MORRIS:
You'd better run, Cowboy. We're gonna tell uncle Weas. You'll be back in the Refuge by suppertime!
OSCAR:
Run, you lousy coward, run!
LES:
Go on! Get outta here! Don't come back! You hear me?
DAVID:
(Holding his stomach) What? You couldn't stay away?
JACK:
Well, I guess I can't be something I ain't.
DAVID:
A scab?
JACK:
No, smart.
(The four of them go to Denton's apartment. JACK knocks on the door. DENTON opens it)
JACK:
(Holding up the article) Did you mean what you wrote here? 'Bout all these sweatshop kids listening to me?
DENTON:
I don't write anything I don't mean. Come on in. I'm just packing a few things.
(They enter. DAVID closes the door)
DENTON:
So, yes, I mean it. The city thrives on child labor. A lot of people make money that way. They're terrified that the newsies strike will spread.
JACK:
Well, there's really not much chance of that as long as they got the power.
DENTON:
Sometimes, all it takes is a voice. One voice that becomes a hundred. And then a thousand..... unless it's silenced.
JACK:
Why can't we spread the strike? Have another big rally and get the word out to all the sweatshop kids, why not?
DAVID:
What are we going to do? Print an ad in the newspaper?
JACK:
No, we'll do better than that. We'll make our own paper. Tell them they gotta join us. Isn't that a good idea?
DAVID:
Yeah, it is. But what do we know about printing a newspaper?
JACK:
Nothing, but our man Denton.....
DAVID:
Yeah, but our man Denton has something more important to do. He's going to be an ace war correspondent, right, Denton?
DENTON:
(Laughing a little) All right. Where do we start?
(JACK grins, and they sit at a table)
JACK:
All right, we gotta move fast. Now, we'll need the newsies to circulate.
DENTON:
There's something else we need. We need a printing press.
JACK:
Just so happens, I know a guy with a printing press.
(JACK, SARAH, DAVID and DENTON enter the basement of the World building)
SARAH:
You've been living here?
JACK:
Shh. They're right above us. Weasel catches us here, we're all in the slammer.
(JACK uncovers a press)
DENTON:
All right! A Platen press. Looks like old man Pulitzer never threw anything away.
DAVID:
Is it going to work?
DENTON:
It better. We have a deadline to meet.
(They start printing their papers)
This is the story you wanted to write, well tonight is the night that you can
JACK:
Just get this done and by dawn's early light you can finish the fight you began
DAVID:
This time we're in it to stay
SARAH:
Think about seizing the day
JACK:
Think of that train as she rolls into old Santa Fe
Tell them I'm on my way
NEWSIES:
See old 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 counting sheep
Wake up and read 'em and weep
You've got your thugs
With their sticks and their slugs
Yeah, but we got a promise to keep
Once and for all
Something tells me the tide will be turning
Once and for all
There's a fire inside me that wont stop burning
Now that the choices are clear
Now that tomorrow is here
Watch how the mighty will fall
For once and for all!
(JACK hands bundles of papers to the newsies. DENTON and JACK crawl out the window)
DENTON:
It's awfully nice of Mr. Pulitzer to let us use his press.
JACK:
Yeah, I just hope I get to thank him for it someday.
(The NEWSIES spread out and hand the papers to various work kids)
NEWSIES:
This is for kids shining shoes on the streets
With no shoes on their feet everyday
This is for guys sweating blood in the shops
While their bosses and cops look away
This is to even the score
We ain't just newsies no more
This ain't just kids with some pie in the sky
This is do it or die
This is war!
Once and for all
We'll be there to defend one another
Once and for all
Every kid is a friend
Every friend a brother
Five thousand fists in the sky
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!
(DENTON is with TEDDY ROOSEVELT, who has just read the NEWSIES' paper, the Newsies Banner)
ROOSEVLET:
(Folding the paper and slamming a fist onto the table) Disgraceful, Denton. Those poor boys.
DENTON:
I thought you'd feel this way, Governor.
ROOSEVELT:
And I did nothing. (Holding out a hand to DENTON) Until now.
DENTON:
(Shaking ROOSEVELT's hand) Good. Very good, sir.
(ROOSEVELT is handed his hat and walking stick. Later that day- The NEWSIES and SARAH have gathered around the Horace Greeley statue. None of the work kids have showed up)
MUSH (to Kid Blink):
So, when's the others coming, Kid?
JACK:
They ain't coming. Ain't gonna be nobody but us.
SNITCH:
(Clapping his hand on JACK's shoulder) Come on, Jack.
SPECS:
Have hope, Jack.
(LES walks away from the group)
LES:
When the circulation bell starts ringing, will we hear it?
RACETRACK:
Nah. (Taking his hat off and wiping the sweat from his forehead)
What if the Delanceys come out swinging, will we hear it?
LES:
No!
RACETRACK:
(Pulling LES' hat over his eyes) 'Atta boy!
WORK KIDS:
When you've got a million voices singing
Who can hear a lousy whistle blow?
(The NEWSIES wonder at the sound of singing. KID BLINK points, and WORK KIDS flood in from all directions, holding signs against child labor and cheering)
WORK KIDS:
And the world will know!
(The NEWSIES cheer. SPOT enters, leading in all of the BROOKLYN KIDS)
SPOT:
Brooklyn!
NEWSIES & WORK KIDS:
The World will feel the fire
and finally know!
WORK KIDS:
Strike! Strike! Strike! (etc.)
(The NEWSIES make their way to the front of the World Building)
RACETRACK:
(Tapping JACK's shoulder and pointing) Dear me. What have we here?
(SEITZ and a group of POLICEMEN are by the entrance, looking out into the crowd nervously. Inside the World building- PULITZER is at his desk. SEITZ brings in JACK and DAVID. JONATHON grabs SEITZ' arm and whispers)
JONATHAN:
It's awful. Everyone's calling. Mr. Hearst, Mr. Bennett, and the mayor in such awful language. The city's at a stand still and they all blame the chief. It's like the end of the world..... oops, I didn't say that.
(JACK and DAVID approach Pulitzer's desk, where JACK pulls out a copy of the Newsies Banner from his shirt pocket)
JACK:
Extry, extry, Joe. Read all about it.
PULITZER:
(Scanning the paper) I promised that if you defied me, I'd break you. I'll keep that promise, boy. Now, I gave you a chance to be free, I don't understand. Anyone who doesn't act in their own self-interest is a fool.
DAVID:
Then what does that make you?
PULITZER:
What?
JACK:
Oh, this is my pal, Davey. The Walkin' Mouth.
DAVID:
You talk about self-interest, but since the strike, your circulation's been down seventy percent. Every day you're losing thousands of dollars just to beat us out of one lousy tenth of a cent. Why?
(PULITZER nods at him knowingly, taking a puff of his cigar)
JACK:
(Never taking his eyes off PULITZER) You see, it ain't about the money, Dave. It Joe gives in to nobodies like us, it means we got the power. And he can't do that, no matter what it costs. Am I right, Joe?
PULITZER:
I sent for the police. They must be here by now. Send them in, Seitz.
JACK:
I'm not going back to jail, Joe. Look out here. Right out here is where the power is.
(JACK opens the window. All the WORK KIDS and NEWSIES are still yelling. PULITZER covers his ears)
PULITZER:
Shut the window! Close the window! (Yelling at the KIDS) Go home! Go home! Go home!
JACK:
I can't hear you, Joe!
PULITZER:
Go home! Go home to your mothers and fathers! Go home!
JACK:
I don't hear you!
PULITZER (to Jack):
Now you listen to me!
JACK:
Maybe you should listen to me for a change!
PULITZER:
No, no! You listen to me!
JACK:
No! You listen!
PULIZTER:
Shut the window and shut up!
JACK:
There's a lot of people out there and they ain't just gonna go away. They got voices now and they're going be listened to. Putting them in jail is not going to stop them! That's the power of the press, Joe.
(He closes the window. PULITZER takes his hands away from his ears)
JACK:
So thanks for teaching me about it.
SEITZ:
Those kids put out a pretty good paper there, Chief.
(PULITZER picks up the paper and reads it)
PULITZER:
I ordered a printing ban on all strike matters. Now, who defied me? Whose press did you use to print this? Whose?
JACK:
(Staring at him with a slight twinkle in his eye) Well, we only use the best, Joe. So, I just want to say..... thanks again.
SPOT:
Hey, fellas, they're over here! Over here!
(The NEWSIES gather around and start asking questions. JACK bends over and whispers in LES' ear. He lifts LES onto his shoulders and they look out towards all the KIDS)
JACK:
We beat 'em!
(The KIDS cheer. All the NEWSIES hug and pat each other on the back. WEASEL and the DELANCEY BROTHERS put on their hats and leave, the NEWSIES taunting them. A paddy wagon pulls up. SNYDER is sitting in the front seat with two POLICEMEN)
LES:
Jack! Jack, it's the bulls. It's the bulls. Let me down!
SWIFTY:
Down, Jack. Get down!
KID BLINK:
Hide, Jack.
DENTON:
Jack, it's over. (JACK ducks behind some NEWSIES) No, no. You don't have to run. Not anymore. Not from the likes of him. Come on, Come on.
(DENTON urges JACK to approach the paddy wagon. The NEWSIES hang back warily. A POLICEMAN opens the paddy wagon and the KIDS from the Refuge come out. The last one is CRUTCHY. A POLICEMAN leads SNYDER into the paddy wagon. CRUTCHY taps him on the back)
CRUTCHY:
Ah, remember what I told you, Mr. Snyder. The first thing you do in jail..... make friends with the rats. Share what you got in common. (SNYDER climbs in. A POLICEMAN is about to close the door)
CRUTCHY:
Officer, may I please?
POLICE OFFICER:
Sure, kid.
(CRUTCHY hands his crutch to a KID. He slams the door and locks it. The NEWSIES, WORK KIDS, and especially REFUGE KIDS cheer. He gets his crutch back and goes over to JACK and the NEWSIES)
JACK:
Heya, Crutchy.
DENTON:
You won't be seeing much of him anymore. Say 'Goodbye, Warden'.
NEWSIES:
Goodbye, Warden!
(The paddy wagon pulls away)
CRUTCHY:
Oh, Jack, you oughtta seen it! He comes storming into the Refuge waving his walking stick like a sword and he's leading in this army of lawyers and cops.
JACK:
Who comes storming in?
CRUTCHY:
You know, your friend. (He points at ROOSEVELT, who has entered, tipping his hat to the KIDS) Him! Teddy Roosevelt.
(The NEWSIES are amazed)
DENTON:
The governor's very grateful that you brought this problem to his attention. I said you might need a lift somewhere. He'd be happy to oblige. Anywhere you want. And this time, you ride inside.
JACK:
So, can he drop me at the trainyards?
(The NEWSIES look at JACK)
DENTON:
Yeah, if that's what you want.
(They make their way to Roosevelt's carriage. JACK shakes ROOSEVELT's hand and climbs in. BOOTS throws Jack a bag. DAVID, LES and SARAH watch sadly. The WORK KIDS follow the carriage as it leaves, leaving the NEWSIES alone. The circulation bell begins to ring)
MUSH:
Try Bottle Alley or the harbor
RACETRACK:
Try Central Park, it's guaranteed
CRUTCHY:
Try any bank, or bum, or barber
KID BLINK:
They almost all knows how to read
BOOTS:
Summer stinks
SKITTERY:
And winter's waiting
SPECS, BUMLETS & SNIPESHOOTER:
Welcome to New York
SNODDY, PIE EATER, SWIFTY, ITEY & JAKE:
Boy ain't nature fascinating
NEWIES:
When youse gotta walk?
(The NEWSIES line up for their papers, as they did in the beginning. DAVID is first in line. He slaps down a coin)
DAVID:
A hundred papes.
(The NEWSIES clap him on the back)
MUSH:
All right, Davey.
(The NEWSIES hear cheers and turn to see the carriage returning. All the WORK KIDS are following)
Dave, he's back!
JACK (to Roosevelt):
Thanks for the advice, Governor. Like you said, I still got things to do. Besides, I got family here.
(He gets out of the carriage. LES hugs him and JACK places his cowboy hat on LES' head. All the NEWSIES yell and talk at the same time. DAVID and JACK look at each other)
JACK:
So, how's the headline today?
DAVID:
(Putting on his newsie hat) Headlines don't sell papes. Newsies sell papes.
(The NEWSIES cheer)
JACK:
Come here, Davey.
(JACK holds out his hand. DAVID spits in his own hand and they shake. SARAH makes her way through the crowd. She and JACK kiss. The NEWSIES whoop and cheer. The carriage pulls away, with ROOSEVELT in the front and SPOT casually sitting in the back. SPOT tips his hat and waves as he leaves)
SARAH:
Bye, Spot!
JACK:
You go back to Brooklyn now, you hear?
(DAVID, JACK, SARAH, LES, and CRUTCHY follow the carriage. DENTON shakes DAVID's hand, then goes to the side and starts writing. The NEWSIES, with their papers, dance as they leave)
GROUP 1:
It's a fine life
Carryin' the banner
It's a fine life
Carryin' the banner
It's a fine life
Carryin' the banner
It's a fine life
Carryin' the banner
GROUP 2:
You got 'em, Cowboy!
You showed 'em how, boy!
You got 'em, Cowboy!
You showed 'em how, boy!
DIRECTED BY KENNY ORTEGA