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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 delivery 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 Let 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’s 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 on 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 world, 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. |
