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There was a lot more to CTB then we ever knew...( Race also gets to sing more in this one)
Extended Carrying the Banner, Aka, A Smile as Sweet as Butter.INT. NEWSIE LODGING HOUSE - DORMITORY -SAME TIME
A large room filled with boys sleeping in hammocks, including JACK KELLY, snapping his fingers in his sleep. On the wall by his head, the commanding visage of Teddy Roosevelt grins down from a rotogravure photo. Kloppman wakes the boys, intoning his morning ritual:
KLOPPMAN
Ink's wet, the presses are rolling, the papers are stacking--rise and shine, make a dime, no news without the Newsies -- etc.
Jack jumps out of his bed and shakes the BOY below.
JACK
Wake up,Crutchy -- The World is waitin'.
CRUTCHY
(yawning)
Tell Mr. Pulitzer my yacht was lost at sea.
Jack laughs and tossing him his crutch. The dorm is now alive with waking boys -- yawning, stretching, pulling on pants, hitching up suspenders as they sing --
SONG: "CARRYIN' THE BANNER" (Approx. 7 minutes, 15 seconds)
RACETRACK
THAT'S MY CIGAR
SNIPESHOOTER
YOU'LL STEAL ANUDDER.
KID BLINK
HEY BUMMERS, WE GOT WORK TO DO.
SPECS
SINCE WHEN DID YOU BECOME MY MUDDER?
CRUTCHY
AH, STOP YOUR BAWLIN'
ALL
WHO AST YOU?
MUSH, cross-eyed and skinny with big ears and lisp, playfully pushes the NEWSIE so he falls on his hammock
NEWSIE
Hey, whattaya?
INT. WASHROOM -MINUTES LATER
Younger boys pump water for older boys, then trade off. Teeth brushing, sponge baths with cold water -- the older boys shave. Jack smears his face with shaving cream as Mush pulls up a box next to him.
MUSH
How'd you sleep Jack?
JACK
On me back Mush.
MUSH
(thinks that's hilarious)
You hear that, you hear what he said? I ast how'd he sleep--
CRUTCHY
Jack, this look like I'm fakin' it?
He hobbles towards Jack on one crutch.
JACK
Who says you're fakin' it?
CRUTCHY
The streets are fulla fakes these days -- its hurtin' the rep of genuine articles like myself. I gotta find me a new sellin' spot, where they ain't used to seein' me.
Jack smiles; Mush taps Crutchy on the arm... sings
MUSH
TRY BOTTLE ALLEY OR THE HARBOR
RACETRACK
TRY CENTRAL PARK IT'S GUARUNTEED
JACK
TRY ANY BANKER BUM OR BARBER
SKITTERY
THEY ALMOST ALL KNOWS HOW TO READ
Jack rinses his face, takes special care adjusting his red bandana
KID BLINK
I SMELL MONEY
CRUTCHY
YOU SMELL FOUL
MUSH
MET THIS GIRL LAST NIGHT
CRUTCHY
MOVE YOUR ELBOW
RACETRACK
PASS THE TOWEL
SKITTERY
FOR A BUCK I MIGHT
CHORUS
AIN'T IT A FINE LIFE CARRYING THE BANNER THROUGH IT ALL
INT. LODGING HOUSE - FRONT DESK - LATER
Jack and the newsies move down the stairs, greeting Kloppman and moving out the door
CHORUS
A MIGHTY FINE LIFE, CARRYING THE BANNER TOUGH 'N' TALL
EVERY MORNING WE GOES WHERE WE WISHES, WE'S AS FREE AS FISHES, SURE BEATS WASHING DISHES, WHAT A FINE LIFE
EXT. NEWSIE LODGING HOUSE - SAME TIME
CHORUS
CARRYING THE BANNER HOME-FREE ALL!
Jack stands next to Crutchy and Mush as the boys file out.
JACK
(looks at the morning)
What's your leg say, Crutch? Feel like rain?
CRUTCHY
(feels his leg; shakes his head)
No rain -- partly cloudy, clearin' up towards evenin'.
(As Jack laughs)
Who ya sellin' wit, Jack?
JACK
Ain't decided yet.
Jack spots a passing wagon and helps Crutchy on board -- he and Mush jump on for the ride and they all move off --
EXT. DAVID'S APARTMENT - MORNING
DAVID JACOBS, 15, hurries down the street as his brother, LES, 8, dawdles after him
DAVID
Les, hurry up, willya? Why do I gotta be saddled with you?
LES
Why do I gotta be saddled with you?
DAVID
Come on -- they'll run out of papers!
EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD STREET - MORNING
KID BLINK, 16, one eye covered by a patch, moves past a fruit stand with three of his boys. He's about to swipe a banana when the shadow of a cop on horseback looms over him. Blink smiles up at the COP.
KID BLINK
Mornin' officer.
OFFICER (COP)
I'm keepin' my eye on you, Blink.
Kid BLINK
And I'll keep my eye on you, too, sir.
OFFICER
Get moving!
Blink and the boys race into an alley--
EXT. ANOTHER STREET - POLICY SHOP - SAME TIME
A boy's hand shoots some dice -- it belongs to RACETRACK HIGGINS, an Italian beanpole, who's gambling with THREE OTHER BOYS.
RACETRACK
AIN'T THEY AS PRETTY AS A PITCH'A
Race picks up his winnings and admires the pile of change in his hand
SNODDY
THAT MAKES IT TEN GAMES OUT OF TEN
RACETRACK
A PLEASURE DOING BUSINESS WICH'YA
WHO WANTS TO TRY THEIR LUCK AGAIN?
BOOTS
I'm wiped out -- my mother'll murder me -- if I had one.
The wagon passes -- Jack, Mush, and Crutchy get out.
RACETRACK
Jack -- whattaya know, whattaya say. Got a hot tip on a nag is the fourth at Sheepshead -- sure t'ing.
JACK
Your last sure t'ing's still runnin', Racetrack.
MUSH
(the world's best audience)
Ya hear that> Race says sure t'ing and Jack says -- ya hear what he said, ya hear it, he said --
BOOTS/CRUTCHY
(together)
We heard it!
EXT. ANOTHER STREET - SAME TIME
David still hurrying -- Les slows to hop on a hopscotch game chalked on the sidewalk. David grabs his hand and pulls him on --
EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD STREET - SAME TIME
Kid Blink and his boys come out of an alley, joining Jack and the others.
KID BLINK
Say Cowboy -- I hear Medda's breakin' in a new act at the vaudeville tonight -- ya interested?
JACK
Stupis question.
CRUTCHY
Stupid Question
KID BLINK
That an echo? Or is the crip followin; ya again?
CRUTCHY
(swinging his crutch)
Yeah? How'd you like it if this crip cracked your head?
JACK
Better choke it, Blink -- fore you need another patch.
KID BLINK
Hey, who ya sellin' wit, Jack?
CRUTCHY
Not wit you!
JACK
Nothing personal, Blink, but...
JACK
IT TAKES A SMILE AS SWEET AS BUTTER
CRUTCHY
THE KING THAT THE LADIES CAN'T RESIST
As Jack sings, the boys listen respectfully. They respect his opinion.
RACETRACK
IT TAKES AN ORPHAN WITH A STUTTER
JACK
WHO AIN'T AFRAID TO USE HIS...
KID BLINK
...FIST!
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