Script!
Part 2

JACK:
So that's what they call a family
Mudder,daughter, fadder, son
Guess everything you heard about it true.

So you ain't got any family
Well,who said you needed one?
Ain'tcha glad nobody's waiting up for you?

When I dream on my own
I'm alone, but I ain't lonely
For a dreamer, night's the only time of day
When the city's finally sleeping
When my thoughts begin to stray
And I'm on the train that bound for
Santa Fe

And I'm free
Like the wind
Like Im gonna live forever.
It's a feeling time can never take away

All I needs a few more dollars
And I'm outta here to stay
Dreams come true
Yes they do
In Santa Fe

Where does it say you've gotta live and die here?
Where does it say a guy can't catch a break?
Why should you only take what you're given?
Why should you spend your whole life livin'
Trapped where there ain't no future
Even at seventeen
Breaking your back for someone else's sake

If the life don't seem to suit ya
How 'bout a change of scene?
Far from the lously headlines
And the deadlines in between

Santa Fe
Are you there?
Do you swear you won't forget me?
If I found you would you let me come and stay?

I ain't getting any younger
And before my dying day
I want space
Not just air
Let 'em laugh in my face, I don't care
Save a place
I'll be there

So that's what they call a family?
Ain'tcha glad you ain't that way?
Ain'tcha glad you got a dream called
Santa Fe?

(Jack ends up outside the Lodging House. As he enters, he meets up with Racetrack)

JACK:
Heya Race.

RACETRACK:
Hey Jack.

JACK:
How was your day at the track?

RACETRACK:
Remember that hot tip I told you about? Nobody told the horse.

(Pulitzer, Setiz and Jonathan are sitting it Pulitzer's office.)

PULITZER:
I know we need to make more money. That�s why we�re here, to find out how to make more money.

JONATHAN:
I have several proposals. First, to increase the paper�s price.

PLUITZER:
Then Hearst outsells me and I�m in the poorhouse. Brilliant, Jonathan, brilliant.

JONATHAN:
Not the customer�s price. The price to the distribution apparatus.

SEITZ:
Charge the newsies more for their papers? Bad idea, Chief.

JONATHAN:
Very well. My next proposal, salary cuts. Particularly those at the top.

SEITZ:
Very bad idea, Chief.

PULITZER:
Wait. What do the newsies pay now? 50 cents for 100 papers? If you raise it to 60 cents..

JONATHAN:
A mere tenth of a cent per paper.

PULITZER:
Multiply by 40, 000 papers a day�7 days a week�.

JONATHAN:
It definitely adds up, sir.

SEITZ:
If you do this, every newsie we�ve got will head straight for Hearst.

PULITZER:
You don�t know Hearst like I do, Setiz. As newspapermen, he and I would cut each other�s throats to get an advantage. But as gentlemen, as businessmen, if also   see eye to eye on certain things. Now, if we do it, Hearst and I, if we do it, then the other papers will do it.

SEITZ:
It�s going to be awfully tough on those children.

PULITZER:
Nonsense, nonsense. It�ll be good for them. Incentive, make them work harder, sell more papers. They�ll look on it as an advantage.

(Outside the World building, the newsies have gathered. Jack joins them)

KID BLINK:
They jacked up the price! You hear that Jack? Ten cents a hundred! You know, it�s bad enough that we gotta eat what we don�t sell, now they jack up the price!
Can you believe that?

SKITTERY:
This�ll bust me, I�m barely making a living right now.

BOOT:
I�ll be back sleeping on the streets.

MUSH:
It don�t make no sense. I mean, all the money Pulitzer�s making, why would he gouge us?

RACETRACK:
Because he�s a tight wad, that�s why!

JACK:
Pipe down, it�s just a gag. So, why the jack up Weasel?

WEASEL:
Why not? It�s a nice day. Why don�tcha ask Mr. Pulitzer?

KID BLINK:
They can�t to this to me Jack.

RACETRACK:
They can do whatever they want. It�s their stinkin� paper.

BOOTS:
It ain�t fair. We got no rights at all.

RACETRACK:
Come on, it�s a rigged deck. They got all the marbles.

MUSH:
Jack, we got no choice, so why don�t we get our lousy papes while they still got some, huh?

JACK:
No! Nobody�s going anywhere. They can�t get away with this!

LES:
Give him some room, give him some room. Let him think.

RACETRACK:
Jack, you done thinkin� yet?

WEASEL:
Hey! Hey! Hey! World employees only on this side of the gate!

JACK:
Well, listen. One thing for sure, if we don�t sell papes, then nobody sells papes. Nobody comes through those gates until they put the price back to where it was.

DAVID:
You mean like a strike?

JACK:
Yeah, like a strike!

RACETRACK:
Are you out of your mind?

JACK:
It�s a good idea!

DAVID:
Jack, I was only joking. We can�t go on strike, we don�t have a union.

JACK:
But, if we go on strike, then we are a union, right?

DAVID:
No, we�re just a bunch of angry kids with no money. Maybe if we got every newsie in New York, but..

JACK:
Yeah, well we organize. Crutchy, you take up for collection. We get all the newsies of New York together.

DAVID:
Jack, this isn�t a joke. You saw what happened to those trolley workers.

JACK:
Yeah, well that�s another good idea. Any newsie don�t join with us, then we bust their heads like the trolley workers.

DAVID:
Stop and think about this Jack. You can�t just rush everybody into this

JACK:
Alright. Let me think about it. Listen. Dave�s right. Pulitzer and Hearst and all them other rich fellas, I mean, they own this city, so do they really think a bunch of street kids like us can make any difference? The choice has got to be yours. Are we just gonna take what they give us, or are we gonna strike?

LES:
Strike!

BOOTS:
Keep talking Jack, tell us what to do!

JACK:
Well, you tell us what to do Dave.

DAVID:
Pulitzer and Hearst have to respect our rights.

JACK:
Hey listen! Pulitzer and Hearst have to respect the rights of the woiking boys of New York! Well, that worked pretty good, so what else?

DAVID:
Tell them that they can�t treat us like we don�t exist.

JACK:
Pulitzer and Hearst, they think we�re nothing.
Are we nothing!

NEWSIES:
No!

DAVID:
If we stick together like the trolley workers then they can�t break us up.

JACK:
Pulitzer and Hearst, they think they got us.
Do they got us?

NEWSIES:
No!

DAVID:
We�re a union now, the Newsboys Union. We have to start acting like a union.

JACK:
Even though we ain�t got hats or badges
We�re a union just by saying so
And the World will know!

BOOTS:
What�s to start somebody else from selling our papes?

JACK:
Well, what�s wrong with them?

RACETRACK:
Some of them don�t hear so good!

JACK:
Well then we�ll soak �em!

DAVID:
No! We can�t beat up kids in the streets. It�ll give us a bad name.

CRUTCHY:
Can�t get any worse.

JACK:
What�s it gonna take to stop the wagons?
Are we ready?

NEWSIES:
Yeah!

DAVID:
No!

JACK:
What�s it gonna take to stop the scabber?
Can we do it?

NEWSIES:
Yeah!

JACK:
We�ll do what we gotta do until we
Break the will of mighty Bill and Joe!

NEWSIES:
And the World will know
And the Journal too!
Mr. Hearst and Pulitzer
Have we got news for you!

Now the World will hear
What we�ve got to say
We�ve been hawking headlines
But we�re making �em today.
And our ranks will grow!

CRUTCHY:
And we�ll kick their rear!

NEWSIES:
And the World will know that we been here!

JACK:
When the circulation bell starts ringing
Will we hear it?

NEWSIES:
No!

JACK:
What if the Delancey�s come out swinging�
Will we hear it?

NEWSIES:
No!
When you�ve got a hundred voices singing
Who can hear a lousy whistle blow?

And the World will know
That this ain�t no game
That we got a ton of rotten fruit and perfect aim
So they gave their word
But it ain�t worth beans!
Now they�re gonna see what �stop the presses� really mean

And the day has come
And the time is now
And the fear is gone

BOOTS:
And their name is mud!

NEWSIES:And the strike is on

BOOTS:
And I can't stand blood!

NEWSIES:
And the World will..

JACK:
Pulitzer may crack the whip but he won�t whip us!

NEWSIES:
Pulitzer may crack the whip but he won�t whip us!
And the World will know
And the World will learn
And the World will wonder how
We made the tables turn
And the World will see
That we had to choose
That the things we do today
Will be tomorrow�s news

And the old will fall
And the young stand tall
And the time is now
And the winds will blow
And our ranks will grow
And grow and grow and so
The World will feel the fire
And finally know!

NEWSIES:
Strike! Strike! Strike! (etc.)

JACK:
We gotta get word out to all the newsies of New York. I need some of those�.what�dja call �em?

DAVID:
Ambasitors?

JACK:
Yeah, right. Okay, you guys, you gotta be ambastards and go tell the other that we�re on strike.

KID BLINK:
Say, Jack, I�ll take Harlem

RACETRACK:
Yeah, I got Midtown.

MUSH:
I got the Battery, Jack.

CRUTCHY:
Hey, I�ll take the Bronx.

JACK:
Alright. And Bumlets, and Specs and Skittery, you take Queens. Pie Eater! Snoddy! East Side! Snipeshooter, you go with �em. So, what about Brooklyn? Come on, Spot Conlon�s territory. What�sa matta? You scared of Brooklyn?

BOOTS:
Hey, we ain�t scared of Brooklyn. Spot Conlon makes us a little nervous.

JACK:
Well, he don�t make me nervous. So you and me, Boots, we�ll go to Brooklyn. And Dave here can keep us company.

DAVID:
Sure, just as soon as you deliver our demands to Pulitzer.

JACK:
Me? To Pulitzer?

DAVID:
You�re the leader, Jack.

JACK:
Well, maybe the kid�ll soften him up.

(Jack and Les enter the World Building. The newsies cheer)

NEWSIES:
Strike! Strike! Strike! (etc.)

(The newsies go off in different directions. Denton enters and approaches David.)

DENTON:
Hey, what is the strike? What�s going on?

DAVID:
We�re bringing out demands to Pulitzer.

DENTON:
What demands?

DAVID:
The newsies demands. We�re on strike.

DENTON:
I�m with the New York Sun. Bryan Denton. You seem like the kid in charge. What�s your name?

DAVID:
David

DENTON:
David. David as in David and Goliath? You really think old man Pulitzer�s going to listen to your demands?

DAVID:
He has to.

(Jack and Les get thrown out the door.)

JACK:
Well, so�s your old lady! You tell Pulitzer he needs an appointment with me!

LES:
Yeah!

(Jack, David, Les and Denton are sitting in a booth in Tibby�s Restaurant.)

JACK:
So this snooty mug says to me, �You can�t see Mr. Pulitzer. No one sees Mr. Pulitzer.� Real hoity-toity, you know the type?

LES:
Real hoity-toity.

JACK:
So that�s when I says to him, �Listen, I ain�t in the habit of transacting no business with office boys. Just tell him Jack Kelly�s here to see him now!�

LES:
That�s when he threw us out.

DENTON:
Does he scare you? You�re going up against the most powerful man in New York City.

JACK:
Oh yeah, look at me. I�m trembling.

DENTON:
Alright, keep me informed. I want to know everything that�s going on.

DAVID:
Are we really an important story?

DENTON:
Well, what�s important? Last year I covered the war in Cuba. Charged up San Juan Hill with Col. Teddy Roosevelt. That was an important story. So, it the
newsie� strike important? That all depends on you.

JACK:
So my name�s really gonna be in the papers?

DENTON:
Any objections?

JACK:
Not as long as you get it right. It�s Kelly, Jack Kelly. Oh, and Denton? No pictures.

DENTON:
Sure Jack.

(Jack, David and Boots start across the Brooklyn Bridge.)

DAVID:
I�ve never been to Brooklyn, have you?

BOOTS:
I spent a month there one night.

(Jack and Boots lean over the side and scream at the top of their lungs.)

DAVID:
So, is this Spot Conlon really dangerous?

(The boys get to Brooklyn. There are a lot of tough looking boys.)

BROOKLYN NEWSIE:
Going somewhere, Kelly?

(Jack pushes past him. David and Boots follow.)

SPOT:
Well, if it ain�t Jack be nimble, Jack be quick.

JACK:
I see you moved up in the royal, Spot. Got a river view and everything.

(The two boys spit-shake.)

SPOT:
Heya Boots. How�s it rollin�?

BOOTS:
I got a couple of real good shooters.

(Spot takes the marbles and takes out his sling shot.)

SPOT:
Yeah. So, Jacky-boy. I�ve been hearing things from little birds. Things from Harlem, Queens, all over. They been chirpin� in my ear. Jacky-boy�s newsies is playing like they�re going on strike.

JACK:
Yeah, well we are.

DAVID:
We�re not playing. We are going on strike.

SPOT:
Oh yeah? Yeah? What is this, Jacky-boy? Some kind of walking mouth?

JACK:
Yeah, it�s a mouth. A mouth with a brain, and if you got half a one, you�ll listen to what he�s got to say.

DAVID:
Well, we started the strike, but we can�t do it alone. So, we�re talking to newsies all around the city.

SPOT:
Yeah, so they told me. But what�d they tell you?

DAVID:
They�re waiting to see what Spot Conlon is doing, you�re the key. That Spot Conlon is the most respected and famous newsie in al of New York, and probably everywhere else. And if Spot Conlon joins the strike, then they join and we�ll be unstoppable. So you gotta join, I mean..well, you gotta!

SPOT:
You�re right Jacky-boy, brains. But I got brains too, and more than just half a one. How do I know you punks won�t run the first time some goon comes at ya with a club? How do I know you got what it takes to win?

JACK:
Because I�m telling you, Spot.

SPOT:
That ain�t good enough Jacky-boy. You gotta show me.

(The boys go back to Newsies Square, where the rest of the newsies wait.)

RACETRACK:
Jack. So, where�s Spot?

JACK:
He was concerned about us being serious. You imagine that?

RACETRACK:
Well, Jack, maybe we ought to ease off a little.

KID BLINK:
Without Spot and the others, there ain�t enough of us, Jack.

MUSH:
Maybe we�re moving too soon. Maybe we ain�t ready, you know?

SKITTERY:
I definitely think we should forget about it for a little while.

JACK:
Oh, do ya?

SKITTERY:
Yeah.

RACETRACK
Yeah, I mean, without Brooklyn� you know?

JACK:
Spot was right, is this just a game to you guys?

DAVID:
Open the gates and seize the day
Don�t be afraid and don�t delay
Nothing can break us
No one can make us
Give our rights away
Arise and seize the day!

DAVID:
Now is the time to seize the day

NEWSIES:
Now is the time to seize the day

DAVID:
Send out the call and join the fray

NEWSIES:
Send out the call and join the fray

DAVID:
Wrongs will be righted
if we�re united

DAVID AND NEWSIES:
Let us seize the day!

DAVID:
Friends of the friendless seize the day

NEWSIES:
Friends of the friendless seize the day

DAVID:
Raise up the torch and light the way

NEWSIES:
Raise up the torch and light the way

DAVID AND NEWSIES:
Proud and defiant
We�ll slay the giant
Let us seize the day

Neighbor to neighbor
Father to son
One for all and all for one!

NEWSIES: (group1)
Open the gates and seize the day

NEWSIES: (group 2)
Open the gates and seize the day

NEWSIES: (group 1)
Don�t be afraid and don�t delay

NEWSIES: (group 2)
Don�t be afraid and don�t delay

ALL NEWSIES:
Nothing can break us
No one can make us
Give our rights away

Neighbor to neighbor
Father to son!
One for all and all for one!

(The circulation bell begins to ring)

JACK
Anybody hear that?

NEWSIES
No!

JACK:
So what are we gonna do about it?

NEWSIES:
Soak �em!

(The newsies and the scabbers have a stand off. 3 scabs join with the newsies, but then a bug scab comes up against Jack. He tries to get by, but can�t. The newsies start soaking the scabs, who eventually run away. They tear up the newspapers. Jack starts making faces and blowing raspberries at Weasel, Oscar and Morris through the distribution window.)

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