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MORRIS: See you tomorrow, Cowboy OSCAR: You're as good as dead, Cowboy JACK: Oh Mr. Weasel. WEASEL: Alright, alright! Hold your horses! I'm coming, I'm coming. JACK: So, didja miss me Weasel? Huh, did you miss me? WEASEL: I told ya a million times, the name's Wisel. Mr. Wisel to you. How many? JACK: Don't rush me, I'm perusing the merchandise Mr. Weasel. The usual. WEASEL: 100 papes for the wise guy. Next! RACETRACK: Morning your honor! Listen,do me a favor,spot me 50 papes? I got a hot tip on the fourth, you won't waste your money. WEASEL: It's a sure thing? RACETRACK: Yeah. Not like last time. WEASEL: 50 papes! Next! CRUTCHY: Heya Mr. Wiesel. RACETRACK: See anything good this morning? WEASEL: 30 papes for Crutchy! Next! JACK:(to Les) You wanna sit down? DAVID: 20 papers please. Thanks. RACETRACK: Look at this, 'Baby Born With Two Heads'. Must be from Brooklyn. WEASEL: Hey, you got your lousy papes, now beat it! DAVID: I paid for twenty. I only got nineteen. WEASEL: Are you accusing me of lying kid? DAVID: No. I just want my paper. MORRIS: He said beat it! JACK: No, it's nineteen. It's nineteen, but don't worry about it. It's an honest mistake. I mean, Morris here can't count to twenty with his shoes on. Hey Race, will ya spot me 2 bits? Another 50 for my friend. DAVID: I don't want another 50. JACK: Sure you do. Every newsie wants more papes. DAVID: I don't. I don't want your papes. I don't take charity from anyone. I don't know you. I don't care to. Here are your papes. LES: Cowboy. They called him Cowboy. JACK: Yeah, I'm called that and a lot of other things, including Jack Kelly, which is what me mudder called me.What do they call you kid? LES: Les, and this is my brother David. He's older. JACK: No kidding. So how old are you Les? LES: Me? Near 10. JACK: Near 10. Well, that's no good. If anyone asks, you're 7. You see, younger sells more papes and if we're gonna be partners, we wanna be the best. DAVID: Wait. Who said anything about being partners? JACK: Well, you owe me 2 bits right? Well, I'll consider that an investment. We sell together, we split 70-30, plus you get the benefit of observing me, no charge. DAVID: Ah-ha. JACK:(mocking) Ah-ha. CRUTCHY: You're getting the chance of a lifetime here, Davey. You learn from Jack, you learn from the best. DAVID: Well, if he's the best, then how come he needs me? JACK: Listen,I don't need you, pal,but I ain't got a cute little brudder like Les here to front for me. With this kid's puss and my God-given talent, we could push a thousand papes a week. So what do you say Les? You wanna sell papes with me? LES: Yeah! JACK: So we got a deal? DAVID: Wait. It's got to be at least 50-50. JACK: 60-40, I forget the whole thing. (David holds out his hand. Jack spits on his hand and reaches for David, who pulls his arm away.) JACK: What'sa matta? DAVID: That's disgusting! (By this time, the rest of the newsies have gotten their papers and are moving out into the street.) JACK: The name of the game is volume, Dave. You only took twenty papes. Why? DAVID: Bad headline. JACK: That's the first thing you gotta learn. Headlines don't sell papes, newsies sell papes. You know, we're what holds this town together. Without newsies, nobody knows nothing. (A girl hurries past and the newsies take off their hats and make a few comments) SPECS: Baby born with three heads! (The newsies begin to yell out various headlines as the spread out over the streets. We go into Pulitzer's office where Pulitzer is reading the headline. Also in the room is Jonathan, Seitz and another World employee.) PULITZER: 'Trolly Strike Drags On For Third Week' and this so called headline drags on for infinity. EMPLOYEE: News is slow, Mr. Pulitzer. The trolly strike's all we've got. PULITZER: Well, that's all Mr. William Randolph Hearst has too, but look how he covers the strike. Look! Look! EMPLOYEE: We'll get a new headline writter, sir. PULITZER: Steal Hearst's man. Offer him double. SEITZ: That's how he stole him from us. It's not the headlines, Chief. The circulation wars are cutting into our profits because you spend as much as you make trying to beat Hearst. PULITZER: Then we need to make more money. You do not penny-pinch when you're in a war, Seitz. Victory means everything. Now, when I created the World..what is that deafing noise? JONATHAN: Just the newsies, sir. I'll go have them quieted. PULITZER: Never mind the newsies. Where was I? SEITZ: Creating the World, Chief. PULITZER: There's lots of money down there, gentlemen. I want to know how I can get more of it...by tonight. |
