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In 1899,
the streets of New York City...

echoed with the voices
of newsies...

peddling the newspapers
of Joseph Pulitzer,
William Randolph Hearst...

and other giants
of the newspaper world.

On every corner, you saw 'em
carryin'the banner,

bringin'you the news
for a penny a pape.

Poor orphans and runaways,

the newsies were a ragged army
without a leader.

Until one day,
all that changed.

Boots!

- Oh, gee.
- Skittery. Skittery. Skittery!

- I didn't do it.
- What do you mean?

Get up. When you get up,
you have to get up!

Snitch. Get up.
C'mon, everybody's sleepin'.

They sleep, sleep.
They sleep their life away, these kids.

The ink is wet.
The presses are rollin'!

Sell a pape!
Sell a pape!

Hey!

Hey, Cowboy. Hey, Cowboy,
you dreamin' about sellin' papers?

Hey, hey, hey.

- Don't wanna.
What's the matter with you?
- With me?

- What's the matter with you?
- What's the matter with you?

- Get off my back. Hey, go away from me.
- Come on!

- You're mad!
- Hey, kid.

Get up, boy.
Come on, come on.

Carry your banner.
Sell the papers!

Sell the papers. What are you doin'?
Sell the papers.

Everybody, what are ya doin'?

Hey, bummers
we got work to do

Since when did you
become me mudder

- So, how'd you sleep, Jack?
- On me back, Mush.

Did you hear that, fellas.
Hear what Jack said?

I asked Jack how he slept
and he said, "On me back, Mush."

Hey, Jack, when I walk, does
it look like I'm fakin' it?

- No. Who says you're fakin' it?
- I don't know.

It's just, there's so many fake crips
on the street today,

a real crip ain't got a chance.

I gotta find a new sellin' spot
where they ain't used to seeing me.

Try Bottle Alley
or the harbor

Try Central Park
it's guaranteed

Try any banker, bum
or barber

They almost all
knows how to read

Met this girl
last night

Carrying the banner
through it all

Carrying the banner
tough and tall

Every mornin'
we goes where we wishes

We's as free as fishes
sure beats washin' dishes

Carrying the banner
home-free all

- Whoo!
- Yeah!

Whoo!

Move it! Go! Go!

C'mon, c'mon. Hurry up!
C'mon, c'mon.

Hurry up!
Get the lead outta your pants.

C'mon, move it.
Go, go, go!

Hurry!
Go, go, go!

Summer stinks
and winter's waiting

Boy, ain't nature
fascinatin'

Carrying the banner
with me chums

Blowin' every nickel
as it comes

Sittin' makes me antsy
I likes livin' chancy

Harlem to Delancey
what a fine life

Carrying the banner
through the slums

Though you wander
lost and depraved

I hate the headline
I'll make up a headline

And I'll say
anything I hafta

'Cause it's two for a penny
if I take too many

Weasel just makes me
eat 'em afta

Look, they're putting up the
headline You call that a headline

I get better stories
from the copper on the beat

I was gonna start with 20
but a dozen'll be plenty

Tell me, how I'm gonna
make ends meet

We need a good
assassination

We need an earthquake
or a war

How 'bout
a crooked politician

Hey, stupid
that ain't news no more

Uptown to
Grand Central Station

We improves
our circulation

So, we'll be out there
carrying the banner man to man

Oh, we'll be out there
soakin' every sucker that we can

See the headlines
Newsies on a mission

Kill the competition
Sell the next edition

While we're out there
carrying the banner is the...

Dear me.

What is that unpleasant aroma?

I fear the sewer may have backed up
during the night.

- Too rotten to be the sewer.
- Yeah, yeah.

It must be
the Delancey brudders.

Hiya, boys.

In the back, you lousy shrimp.

That's not good to do that,
not healthy.

You shouldn't be callin' people
lousy shrimps, Oscar,

unless you're referring to the family
resemblance in your brudder here.

Five-to-one the cowboy skunks 'em.
Who's bettin'?

Nah! Bum odds.

That's right, it's an insult.
So is this.

- Cowboy, look out!
- Where'd Cowboy go?

There he goes!

Where is he?

Atta boy!

What do you think you're doing?

Runnin'!

Carrying the banner
through it all

Thank you.

Thank you.

See the headlines
Newsies on a mission

Kill the competition
Sell the next edition

What a fine life
carrying the banner

- lt's a fine life
carrying the banner

- lt's a fine life
carrying the banner

- It's a fine life
carrying the banner

- It's a fine life
carrying the banner

"Dese" is for the newsies.

Brilliant performance,
Jackie, brilliant!

- Better than yesterday's.
- You're too kind to me.

- We'll play again tomorrow, Cowboy.
- That'd be nice.

You're late, boys.

You're as good as dead, Cowboy.

Mr. Weasel.

- All right, all right!
- Hold your horses.

I'm comin'.

Did ya miss me, Weasel?
Did ya miss me?

I told ya a million times,
the name is Weisel,

Mr. Weisel to you.

- How many?
- Don't rush me.

I'm perusin' the merchandise,
Mr. Weasel.

- The usual.
- One hundred papes to the wise guy.

- Next.
- Morning, Your Honor.

Listen, do me a favor,
spot me 50 papes, huh?

- I got a hot tip on the fourth.
You won't waste your money.
- It's a sure thing?

Oh, yeah.
Not like last time.

50 papes. Next!

Heya, Mr. Weisel.

- Anything good this mornin'?
- You wanna sit down?

- Next!
- 20 papes, please.

- 20 papes.
- Thanks.

Look at this:
"Baby Born With Two Heads."
Must be from Brooklyn.

Hey, hey, you got your papes.
Now beat it.

I paid for 20
and I only got 19.

Are you accusing me of lying, kid?

No, I just want my paper.

He said beat it.

No, it's 19, Weasel.
But don't worry about it.

It's an honest mistake.

Morris, he can't count
to 20 with his shoes on.

All right, get outta here.

- Race, will you spot me two bits?
- Here.

Thanks. Another 50
for my friend here.

- I don't want another 50.
- Sure you do.

- Every newsie wants more papes.
- I don't.

I don't want your papes.

I don't take charity from anybody,
I don't even know you, I don't care to.

So, here are your papes.

- Cowboy, they call him Cowboy.
- Yeah.

That and a lot of other things,
including Jack Kelly, which is
what my mudder called me.

- What do they call you, kid?
- Les.

And this is my brother, David.
He's older.

- Oh, no kiddin'. How old are you, Les?
- Near ten.

Near ten, that's no good.
If anyone asks, say you're seven.

Younger sells more papes, Les.

- If we're gonna be partners,
we want to be the best...
- Wait, wait!

Who said anything
about partners?

Well, you owe me
two bits, right?

So, I'll consider that an investment.
We sell together, we split...

70/30, plus
you get the benefit...

- of observing me, no charge.
- Ah-ha!

Ah-ha!

You're gettin' the chance
of a lifetime here, Davey.

- You learn from Jack,
you learn from the best.
- The best.

- If he's the best,
then how come he needs me?
- Oooh!

Listen, I don't need you, pal.

But I ain't got a cute, little brother
like Les to front for me.

With this kid's puss
and my God-given talent,

we could move
a thousand papes a week.

- So, what do you say, Les?
You wanna sell papes for me?
- Yeah!

- So it's a deal?
- Wait, hold it!

It's gotta be at least 50/50.

- 60/40 or I forget the whole thing.
- That's fair.

- A golden opportunity.
- That's fair, David.

What do you say?

It's very fair.

- What's the matter?
- That's disgusting.

The name of the game
is volume, Dave.

You only took 20 papes.
Why?

- Bad headline.
- That's the first thing you gotta learn.

- Headlines don't sell papes.
Newsies sell papes.
- Newsies, right!

We hold this town together.
Without newsies, nobody knows nuttin'.

- That's right. Hey, fellas.
- Look at that angel.

- What a heaven!
- Whoa!

"Baby Born
With Three Heads!"

Get your papes here!

"Trolley Strike Drags On...

For Third Week."

And this so-called headline
drags on for infinity.

The news is slow, Mr. Pulitzer.

The trolley strike's
all we got.

That's all Mr. William
Randolph Hearst has too.

But look how he covers the strike.
Look, look, look!

We'll get a new
headline writer, sir.

We'll steal Hearst's man.
Offer him double.

That's how he stole him from us.
It's not the headlines, Chief.

These circulation wars
are cutting into our profits...

because you spend as much
as you make trying to beat Hearst.

Then we need to make
more profits.

You do not penny pinch
when you're in a war, Seitz.

Victory means everything.
When I created "The World"...

What is that deafening noise?

Just the newsies, sir.
I'll go have them quieted.

Never mind the newsies.

Where was I?

- Creating "The World," Chief.
- Mmm.

There's lots of money down there
in those streets, gentlemen.

I wanna know how I
can get more of it...

by tonight.

Extra! Extra!
"Trolley strike drags on!"

Extra, extra!
"Ellis Island in flames!"

- Big conflagration!
- Hey, what?

- Where's that story?
- Thank you, sir. Page nine.

Thousands flee in panic!

Thank you.
Much obliged to you.

"Trash Fire Next To Immigration
Building Terrifies Sea Gulls"?

Terrified flight from inferno!

Thousands of lives
at stake! Thank you.

- Up here! Up here!
- At the top!

Extra! Extra!
Thank you, sir.

Extra! Extra!

You start in the back like I told ya?
Okay, show me again.

Buy me last pape, mister?

- It's heartbreakin', go get 'em.
- My father taught us not to lie.

Mine told me not to starve,
so we both got an education.

You're just makin' up things,
all these headlines.

I don't do nuttin' the guys
who write it don't do.

It ain't lyin'.
It's improvin' the truth a little.

Right hook.
Hey, come on.

- Look at that!
- Let's go. Strike him.

Come on!

The guy gave me a quarter!

- Quick, give me
some more of those papes.
- Wait, hold it.

You smell like beer.

That's how I made the quarter.
The guy bet me I wouldn't drink some.

Hey, no drinkin'on the job.
It's bad for business.

What if somebody
called a cop on you?

Is he a friend of yours?

Beat it!
It's the Bulls!

All this
for one sip of beer?

Come on, Les. Come on!

Stop, you! Stop, I say!

Hurry up, c'mon.
C'mon, hurry up.

- Up this way!
- I got you. C'mon, let's go.

Sleeper!

Okay, jump.

Hurry up.

- He's right behind us.
- Move!

Whoa!

- Where's he at?
- Over here.

Get down.

Sullivan!

Wait 'til I get you
back to the refuge!

I'm not running any further.

- I want some answers.
- Shh.

Who is he, why was he chasing you
and what is this refuge?

Refuge is this jail for kids.

The guy chasing me is Snyder.
He's the warden.

- You were in jail? Why?
- Yeah.

I was starvin'
so I stole some food.

- Right, food.
- Yeah, food.

- He called you Sullivan.
- Yeah, my name's Jack Kelly.
You think I'm lyin'?

- You have a way of improving the truth.
- Yeah?

- Why was he chasin' ya?
- 'Cause I escaped.

Oh boy, how?

This big shot gave me
a ride out in his carriage.

I bet it was the mayor, right?

No, Teddy Roosevelt.
You ever heard of him?

What is going on there?

Out, out, out, out!

You wouldn't kick me out
without a kiss good-bye,
would you, Medda?

Oh, Kelly!

Where you been, kid?

Oh, I miss seeing you
up in the balcony.

Hangin' on your every word.

- So, Medda, this is David and Les.
- Hello.

- And this is the greatest star
of the vaudeville stage today,
- No.

Miss Medda Larkson,
the Swedish meadowlark.

- "Velcome," gentlemen.
- Medda also owns the joint.

Well, what have we here?

Oh, aren't you
the cutest fellow that ever was.

Oh yes, you are.

Oh, are you all right?

Buy me last pape, lady?

Oh, you are good.

Oh, yeah,
this kid is really good.

Speaking as one professional to another,
I'd say you've got a great future.

Is it all right if we
stay here for a while?

Just 'til the problem
outside goes away.

Oh, sure, stay
as long as you like.

Toby, give my guests
whatever they want.

Lads, whatever you'd like.

Gumdrops, gumdrops.
Licorice whips.

Miss Medda Larkson.

I used to be
your tootsie-wootsie

Then you said
toodle-ee-doo

Come back
my lovey dovey baby

- So you liked that?
- Oh, I loved that.

It was great.
She is beautiful.

- How do you know her?
- She's a friend of my father's.

Come on, Les.
You wanna shine my shoes?

It's gettin' late.
My parents are gonna be worried.

- What about yours?
- They're out west
looking for a place to live.

Like this.

That's Santa Fe, New Mexico.

As soon as they find the right ranch,
they're gonna send for me.

- Then you'll be a real cowboy.
- Yep.

Come on, fellas!
Wait up!

Jack, why don't we go back
to my place and divvy up?

You can meet my folks.

It's the trolley strike, Dave,
these dumb asses must not have joined.

Jack, let's get outta here.

So, maybe we get
a good headline tomorrow.

Look at this.
He slept through it.

- My God, what happened?
- Nothin', he's sleepin'.

We've been waiting dinner.
Where have you been?

You made all of this
selling newspapers?

Half of it's Jack's.

This is our selling partner
and our friend,

Jack Kelly, my parents.

- Hello.
- That's my sister, Sarah.

Esther, maybe David's partner
would like to join us for dinner?

Why don't you add a little
more water to the soup?

Mayer.

I gotta say
from what I saw today,

your boys are
a couple of born newsies.

- Can I have a little more?
- Yes.

So with my experience
and their hard work,

I figure we can peddle
a thousand a week,

- not even break a sweat.
- That many?

More when the headlines
are good.

- What makes a headline good?
- Well, you know, um,

catchy words like
"maniac" or "corpse"...

or um, let's see,
"love nest" or "nude."

Excuse me.
Maybe I'm talkin' too much.

Sarah.

Go get the cake your mother's
hiding in the cabinet.

That's for
your birthday tomorrow.

I've had enough birthdays.
This is a celebration.

I'll get the knife.

I got the plates.

It's only the beginning.
The longer I work,
the more money I'll make.

You only work until I go
back to the factory.

Then you are going back to
school like you promised.

Happy birthday, Papa.

- Thank you.
- Here's your knife.

This is going to heal.
They'll give me back my job.

I'll make them.

Our visitor.

Apiece for David.

Thanks.

Come back my
lovey dovey baby

And what is this, David?

So how did your pop get hurt?

The factory.
It was an accident.

He's no good to them anymore
so they fired him.

He's got no union
to protect him.

David, it's time
to come in now.

- All right.
- All right.

Jack, why don't you
stay here tonight?

No, thanks.

I got my own place.

But your family's real nice,
Dave, like mine.

See you tomorrow.

All right.

- Carryin' the banner.
- Carryin' the banner.

So that's what
they call a family

Mother, daughter
father, son

Guess that everything
you heard about

So you ain't got
any family

Well who said
you needed one

Ain't you glad
nobody's waitin' up

I'm alone
but I ain't lonely

For a dreamer night's
the only time of day

When the city's
finally sleepin'

When my thoughts
begin to stray

And I'm on the train
that's bound for Santa Fe

And I'm free
like the wind

Like I'm gonna
live forever

It's a feeling
time can never

All I need's
a few more dollars

And I'm outta here
to stay

Dreams come true
yes, they do

Where does it say
you 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 17

Breakin' your back
for someone else's sake

If the light
don't seem to suit ya

How 'bout a change
of scene

Far from the lousy headlines
and the deadlines in between

Yee-haw!

- Move!
- Hey, boy, come back!

Hey, that's my horse!

Do you swear
you won't forget me

If I found you would you
let me come and stay

I ain't gettin'
any younger

And before my dyin' day
I want space

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't you glad
you ain't that way

Ain't you glad
you got a dream called

- Hey, Race.
- Hey, Jack.

- How was your day at the track?
- Remember that hot tip?

Nobody told the horse.

I know we need to make more money.
That's why we're here.

I have several proposals.
First,

to increase the paper's price.

Oh, then Hearst undersells me
and I'm in the poorhouse.

Brilliant, Jonathan, brilliant.

Not customer price, the price
to the distribution apparatus.

Charge the newsies more
for their papers?

Bad idea, Chief.

Very well, my next proposal.

Salary cuts,
particularly those at the top.

- Very bad idea.
- Wait, wait, wait.

What do the newsies pay now,
50 cents per 100 papers?

If you raised it to, what?

- Sixty cents?
- A mere tenth of a cent per paper.

That multiplied by 40,000 papers a day.

Seven days a week.

It definitely adds up, sir.

If you do this, every newsie
we've got will head for Hearst.

You don't know Hearst
like I do.

As newspapermen, he and I would cut each
other's throats to get an advantage.

But as gentlemen
and as businessmen,

we often 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.

It's going to be
awfully rough on those children.

Nonsense, nonsense.
It'll be good for them.

Incentive, make them work
harder, sell more papers.

They'll look on it...
as a challenge.

Challenge.

They jacked up the price.

Did ya hear that, Jack?
Ten cents a 100.

It's bad enough we gotta eat
what we don't sell.

Now they jacked up the price!
Can you believe that?

This'll bust me.
I'm barely makin' a living right now.

I'll be back
sleepin' on the streets.

It don't make no sense,
all the money Pulitzer's makin'.
Why would he gouge us?

He's a tightwad, that's why.

Pipe down, it's just a gag.

- So why the jack up, Weasel?
- Why not?

It's a nice day.

Why don't you ask
Mr. Pulitzer?

They can't do this to me, Jack.

They can do whatever
they want, it's their stinkin'paper.

It ain't fair.
We got no rights at all.

It's a rigged deck.
They got all the marbles.

We got no choice.
Let's get our lousy papes
while they still got some.

- No! Nobody's goin' anywhere!
- We gotta eat, Jack!

They can't get away with this.

Clear out, give him room.
Give him some room!

Let him think!

Done thinkin' yet?

Hey! "World" employees only
on this side of the gate!

Listen, one thing for sure,

if we don't sell papes,
then nobody sells papes.

Nobody comes through those gates 'til
they put the price back where it was.

- You mean, like a strike?
- Yeah, like a strike.

- You outta your mind?
- It's a good idea!

Jack, I was joking. We can't strike,
we don't have a union.

Yeah, but if we go on strike,
then we are a union, right?

No, we're just a bunch of
angry kids with no money.

Maybe if we got every
newsie in New York, but...

- We organize.
Crutchy, you take a collection.
- Swell!

- We'll get all the newsies
in New York together.
- This isn't a joke.

You saw what happened
to those trolley workers.

That's a good idea.
Any newsie don't join,

we bust their heads
like the trolley workers.

Stop and think
about this, Jack!

You can't rush
everybody into this.

All right,
let me think about it.

Listen, Dave's right.

Pulitzer and Hearst
and all them rich fellas,

they own this city.

Do we think street rats like us
can make any difference?

The choice has gotta be yours.

Are we gonna take what they give us
or are we gonna strike?

- Strike!
- Yeah, let's do it!

Keep talkin', Jack.
Tell us what to do.

You tell us what to do, Dave.

Yeah, come on, Dave,
tell us what to do.

We gotta stick together.

- Pulitzer and Hearst
have to respect our rights.
- All right.

Hey, listen, Pulitzer
and Hearst have to respect...

the rights of the workin' boys
of New York.

That's right!

That worked good.
What else?

Tell 'em that they can't
treat us like we don't exist.

- Pulitzer and Hearst think
we're nothin'. Are we nothin'?
- No!

If we stick together
like the trolley workers,
they can't break us up.

Pulitzer and Hearst
think they got us

No!

We're union now, the newsboys union.
Start acting like a union.

Even though we ain't
got hats or badges

We're a union
just by sayin' so

What's to stop someone else
from sellin' our papes?

- We'll talk with 'em.
- Some don't hear so good.

- Then we'll soak 'em.
- No, it'll give us a bad name!

What's it gonna take to stop
the wagons? Are we ready?

- Yeah!
- No!

What's it gonna take
to stop the scabbers

Yeah!

We'll do what we gotta do
until we break the will of

Mr. Hearst and Pulitzer
have we got news for you

We've been hawkin' headlines
but we're makin' 'em today

And "The World" will know
that we've been here

Who does he think he is,
anyway?

When the circulation bell
starts ringin'

No!

What if the Delanceys
come out swingin'

No!

When you've got
100 voices singin'

Who can hear
a lousy whistle blow

That we got a ton of
rotten fruit and perfect aim

Now they're gonna see what
stop the presses really means

And the time is now
and the fear is gone

Pulitzer may own "The World"
but he don't own us

Pulitzer may own "The World"
but he don't own us

Pulitzer may crack the whip
but he won't whip us

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 young stand tall
and the time is now

And our ranks will grow
and our ranks will grow

And so "The World"
will feel the fire

Strike! Strike!

Strike! Strike!
Strike! Strike!

Strike! Strike!
Strike!

We gotta get word out to
all the newsies in New York.

I need some of those,
uh, what do you call 'em?

- Ambassadors?
- Yeah.

You guys, you gotta be ambassadors
and go tell the others we're on strike.

- Jack, I'll take Harlem.
- I got midtown.

- I got the bowery.
- I'll take the Bronx. Come on.

Bumlets, Specs, Skittery,
take Queens.

- All right.
- Pie Eater, Snotty, East Side.

Snipeshooter, go with 'em.

What about Brooklyn?
Who wants Brooklyn?

Come on,
Spot Conlon's territory.

- What's the matter, scared of Brooklyn?
- We ain't scared of Brooklyn!

Spot Conlon makes us
a little nervous.

- He don't make me nervous.
You and me, Boots, we'll go.
- All right.

And Dave can keep us company.

- Right, Dave?
- Sure, as soon as you take
our demands to Pulitzer.

- Me to Pulitzer?
- You're the leader, Jack.

Go tell him, Jack!

Maybe the kid'll
soften him up a bit.

Strike! Strike!

Strike! Strike!
Strike!

What is this strike?
What's going on?

We're bringing
our demands to Pulitzer.

- What demands?
- The newsies' demands. We're on strike.

I'm with "The New York Sun."
I'm Bryan Denton.

You seem like the kid in charge.
What's your name?

- David.
- David, as in David and Goliath?

- You really think Pulitzer's
gonna listen to your demands?
- He has to.

- Out!
- So's your old lady!

- Tell Pulitzer he needs
an appointment with me!
- Yeah!

So this real snooty mug says,
"You can't see Mr. Pulitzer.

No one sees Mr. Pulitzer."
Real hoity-toity, you know.

- Real hoity-toity.
- I said, "I ain't transactin'
business with office boys.

Just tell him Jack Kelly's
here to see him now."

- That's when he threw us out.
- Ha-ha!

Does it scare ya?
You're goin'up against
the most powerful man in New York City.

Look at me, I'm tremblin'.

All right, keep me informed.

I wanna know everything
that's going on.

- Are we really an important story?
- Well, what's important?

Last year I covered
the war in Cuba.

Charged up San Juan Hill
with Colonel Teddy Roosevelt.

That was a very
important story.

So, is the newsies' strike important?
It depends on you.

So my name's really
gonna be in the papers?

- Any objections?
- Not as long as you get it right.

Kelly, Jack Kelly.

And Denton?

- No pictures.
- Sure.

I've never been
to Brooklyn, have you?

I spent a month there
one night.

Watch this.

So is Spot Conlon
really dangerous?

Goin' somewhere, Kelly?

Well, if it ain't
Jack Be Nimble, Jack Be Quick.

You moved up in the world, Spot,
got a river view.

Hey, Boots, how's it rollin'?

Hey, I got a couple
of real good shooters here.

Yeah.

- So, Jack, I've been hearin'
things from little birds.
- Yeah?

Things from Harlem, Queens.

All over.

They're chirpin' in my ear.

Jackie boy's newsies is playin'
like they're goin' on strike.

- Yeah, we are.
- Well, we're not playin'.
We are goin' on strike.

Oh, yeah, yeah?

What is this,
some kind of walkin' mouth?

Yeah, it's a mouth,
a mouth with a brain.

If you got half of one,
you'll listen.

Go on, tell him.

Well, we started the strike,
but we can't do it alone.

So we've been talkin' to other newsies
all around the city.

Yeah, so they told me.
But what did they tell you?

They're waitin' to see
what Spot Conlon does.
You're the key.

That Spot Conlon is the most respected
and famous newsie in all of New York.

And probably everywhere else.

And if Spot Conlon joins the strike,
then they'll join.

We'll be unstoppable.
You gotta join us because...
Well, you gotta.

Well, you're right, Jack.
Brains.

But I got brains too.

And more than just half of one.

How do I know you punks won't run
the first time some goon comes at you?

How do I know you got
what it takes to win?

'Cause I'm tellin' you, Spot.

That ain't good enough,
Jackie boy.

You gotta show me.

Double down, boys, double down.

How you doin', Jack?

Jack, so where's Spot?

He was concerned
about us bein' serious.

Maybe we ought to
ease off a little.

Without Spot and the others,
there's not enough of us.

Maybe we're movin' too soon,
maybe we ain't ready.

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

- Oh, do you?
- Yeah, we're not Brooklyn.

Who we kiddin' here? Spot was right.
Is it just a game to you?

- Hey, Crutchy.
- Hiya, Jack.

Open the gates
and seize the day

Don't be afraid
and don't delay

Nothing can break us
no one can make us

Arise and
seize the day

Yeah!

Yeah!

Now is the time
to seize the day

Now is the time
to seize the day

Send out the call
and join the fray

Send out the call
and join the fray

Wrongs will be righted
if we're united

Friends of the friendless
seize the day

Raise up the torch
and light the way

Raise up the torch
and light the way

Proud and defiant
we'll slay the giant

One for all
and all for one

Open the gates
and seize the day

Don't be afraid
and don't delay

Nothing can break us
no one can make us

One for all
and all for one

- Yeah!
- Yeah!

Anybody hear that?

- No!
- What are we gonna do about it?

Soak 'em!

Come on, it's a beautiful day!

Let's go! Let's go!

Come on, buy your papes!
What's goin'on here?

Move it, move it!
Move it!

- All right!
- Atta boy!

You did good.

It's about time, South,
where you been?

We got a big one, fellas.

Is he a newsie or what?
Hey, hey, hey.

Fellas, fellas.
Blink.

Now, Jack, just don't...

- Hey-hey-hey-hey!
- I'm gonna crack your dome!

What's he doin'?
What are you starin'at!

What are you lookin'at?

Look out!

Jack! Jack!

Hey! It's the Bulls!

Hey, cheese it!
Cheese it, it's the Bulls!

Les!

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Whoa! Crutchy!
Scram! Scram!

Oh!

- Hey!
- Heya, fellas, how ya doin'?

Huh, huh?

Hey, guys, don't.
Hey, what ya doin'?

So, here it is, the refuge.

My home, sweet home.

How can you be sure
they sent Crutchy here?

How can I be sure
the Delanceys stink?

It's just the way things work.

An orphan gets arrested,

Snyder makes sure he gets sent here
so he can rehabilitate him.

The more kids in a refuge,
the more money the city sends
to take care of'em,

the more Snyder
sticks in his pocket.

He's here.

So how come
you brought the rope?

Gently, Dave, gently.

That's good. That's good.

Cowboy, you miss the joint?

What do you say, Ten-Pin?
You got a new guy, Crutchy?

- The gimp? I'll get him for ya.
- Yeah, the gimp.

Crutchy, Jack.

Hey, Crutchy.

I don't believe it.

- Hey, thanks.
- Hey, Crutchy.

What are ya hangin'
around here for?

- What do you mean?
Know who's on the roof?
- Who?

- Dave.
- Is that Dave? Dave, how ya doin'?

- Shh!
- Listen, go get your stuff.

- We're gonna get you out.
- Well, um...

Actually, I ain't
walkin' so good.

Oscar and Morris kinda
worked me over a little.

They hurt ya?

Don't worry about it,
me and Dave can carry you out.

I don't want nobody
carryin' me.

Never, d'ya hear?

Hey, Davey, they still talk about
how Jack rode outta here on that coach.

- Teddy Roosevelt's, right?
- You already heard the story.

- You mean, it's true?
- Of course.

Hey, cheese it!

Uh, Mr. Warden Snyder, sir,
I was thinking.

I'd like you to know that when
you were taking a nap this afternoon...

I don't think they're
just going to go away, Chief.

Mr. Pulitzer, sir.

Just give me the means
and I'll take care of them for ya.

Give him whatever means he requires.
I want this nonsense done with.

- Chief...
- Shut your mouth, Seitz!

Open the gates
and seize the day

Don't be afraid
and don't delay

Nothing can break us
no one can make us

Yeah!

Come on, you grafters,
cross the line.

All right,
everyone remain calm!

Let's soak 'em for Crutchy.

Oh, Jack!
Jack, it's a trick!

Wait!

Hiya, Jackie boy.

Les, get outta here, go!

Hey!

- Aren't you going to stop them, sir?
- Move along, mister.

Never fear, Brooklyn is here.

- Brooklyn!
- Brooklyn!

Aaah!

Owww!

Come here, ya... Come on!

Owww!

Aaah!

Hey, I give up.
All right, I give up.

Oooh!

Hey, Spot!

Hiya, Weasel.

Are you all right?

Hey, David.

Jack! Boys! Freeze!

- Freeze!
- All right, guys.

Extra! Extra!

"Children's Crusade,
Newsies Stop 'The World. "'

- Hey, fellas! This is it!
- Hey, Denton.

Hey, hey, big time.

What you got there, Jack?

Where's me picture?
Where's me picture?

Them words there,
they all about us?

- Look at you, Jack,
you look like a general.
- Get your fingers off.

- Where does it say my name?
- Quit thinkin' about yourself.

- You got us on the front page.
- You got yourselves on the front page.

I just gotta make sure
you stay there.

So what, you get your
picture in the papes?
What's that get ya?

What are you
talkin' about, huh?

You've been in
a bad mood all day.

- I'm not in a bad mood!
- Glum and dumb! What's the matter?

You're in the papes!
You're famous.

You're famous,
you get anything you want.

- That's what's so great about New York!
- Yeah!

A pair of new shoes
with matchin' laces

A permanent box
at sheepshead races

A porcelain tub
with boilin' water

A Saturday night with
the mayor's daughter

Look at me
I'm the king of New York

Suddenly I'm respectable starin'
right at ya lousy with stature

Nobbin' with all
the muckety mucks

I'm blowin' my dough
and goin' deluxe

There I be
ain't I pretty

It's my city
I'm the king of New York

I said don't rip it.

A corduroy suit
with fitted knickers

A mezzanine seat
to see the flickers

Havana cigars
that cost a quarter

An editor's desk
for the star reporter

Tip your hat
he's the king of New York

How about that
I'm the king of New York

In nothin' flat he'll be coverin'
Brooklyn to Trenton

I gotta be either
dead or dreamin'

'Cause look at that pape
with my face beamin'

Tomorrow they may wrap
fishes in it

But I was a star
for one whole minute

Startin' now
I'm the king of New York

Ain't ya heard
I'm the king of New York

Pulitzer's cryin'
Weasel he's dyin'

Flashpots are shootin'
bright as the sun

I'm one highfalutin
son-of-a-gun

Don't ask me how
fortune found me

Fate just crowned me
now I'm king of New York

Look and see
once a piker

Now a striker
I'm the king of New York

Guts and glory
I'm the king of New York

- Let's have some ideas.
- We gotta show people where we stand.

So we gotta stay in the papes.

My paper's the only one printin'
any strike news so far.

So we should do somethin'
that's so big...

the other papers are gonna
feel stupid if they ignore us.

- Yeah.
- Like a rally.

A newsie rally with all the kids
from all over New York.

We'll make it the biggest, loudest,
noisiest blowout this town's ever seen.

We'll send a message
to the big boys.

- I'll give 'em a message.
- Yeah.

There's a lot of us
and we ain't goin' away.

We'll fight until doomsday
if it means we get a fair shake.

I'll fight to that.

Hey, you guys,
to our man Denton.

- Oh!
- To our man Denton!

Heya, Mr. Snyder,
how was your supper?

Hey, that's Jack.

He looks just like his self.

- You know this boy?
- No, naw!

You have a famous friend, this Jack.
Do you know where he lives?

I never heard of him, honest.

It's this brain.
It's always makin' mistakes.

It's got a mind of its own.

Can I get you anything
else, Mr. Snyder?

Good-bye, Mr. Snyder.

So'd I spell it right,
Kloppman?

Very good.
That's very good.

I like it. Yeah.

Excuse me.
Can I help you?

You have a boy who
calls himself Jack Kelly?

- I wish to see him.
- Jack Kelly?
Jack... Never heard of him.

Never heard of him.

Any of you boys ever
heard of Jack Kelly?

That's unusual name
for these parts.

Oh, you mean Jack Kelly!

Yeah, he was here.

But he put an egg in
his shoe and beat it.

I have reason to believe
that he is an escaped prisoner,
possibly dangerous.

Oh! Dangerous?

I better look in my files.

Oh, this way, please.

Give to the
newsie strike fund, mister?

Huh?

Did you sleep out there
all night?

Yeah.

Why didn't you wake us up?

Well, I didn't want
to disturb nobody.

Anyway, it's like
the Waldorf out here,

great view and cool air.

Go up on the roof.

- Are you hungry?
- Yeah.

Good, 'cause
I made you breakfast.

Papa's so proud
of you and David.

You should hear him
talking about Jack Kelly,

the strike leader who occasionally
takes his meals with us.

This is one strike leader who's gonna
be very happy when it's all over.

I can get outta here
and go to Santa Fe.

I mean, there's nothin'
for me to stay for, is there?

You should see Santa Fe.
Everything's different there.

It's all bigger.

You know, the desert
and the sky and the sun.

It's the same sun as here.

Yeah, just looks different.

I should...

get ready for work!

Sarah, I'm just
not used to havin'...

whether I stay or go
matter to anybody.

I'm not sayin'
it should matter to you.

I'm just sayin', um...

But does it... matter?

Of course,
the city is very concerned...

that this event doesn't
get out of hand, but...

Chief?

We can't just charge in
and break it up, Mr. Pulitzer.

- We've got no legal cause.
- Legal cause!

Would the fact that this rally
is organized by an escaped criminal...

be cause enough, Mayor?

Escaped criminal?

Fugitive from
one of your prisons.

Convicted thief.

He's been living at large
under the alias of Jack Kelly.

- What's his real name?
- Sullivan.

Francis Sullivan,

Your Honor, I would've caught
him before now, but...

You know Warden Snyder,
don't you, Mayor?

I believe you know him
because you... appointed him.

Yes.

If this boy is a fugitive,

- then the chief can quietly arrest him.
- No, no, no.

Not quietly.
Not quietly!

I want an example made.

I want this rabble he's roused
to see what happens...

to those who would dare to...

They should see justice
in action.

- Arrest him at the rally.
- By the way, Mayor,

I'm having a few friends
for cards tonight,

newspaper friends,
Willie Hearst, Gordon Bennett.

Perhaps you'll join us.

Talk about the...
coming election.

I'd be honored.

Carryin' the banner!

Carryin' the banner!

You know the boys, Mayor.
This is Mr. Bennett
of “The Tribune."

- Mr. Taylor of “The Times."
- Nice to see you.

- Of course, you know Mr. Hearst.
- Of course.

This is a new member of
our little group, Mr. Gammon.

- He just came back from Europe.
- Welcome home.

Mr. Gammon owns, what?
"The New York Sun."

Cigar, sir?

We've come a long way,
but we ain't there yet.

Maybe it's only gonna
get tougher from now on.

But that's fine.
We'll just get tougher with it.

But also,
also we gotta get smart...

- and start listenin' to my pal, David,
- Yeah!

Who says,
"Stop soaking the scabs."

What are we supposed to do
to the bums, kiss 'em?

Any scab I see,
I soak 'em, period.

- Yeah!
- Yeah!

No! That's what
they want us to do.

If we get violent,
it's playin' into their hands.

They're gonna be
playing with my hands.

This ain't what they say,
it's what we say.

Nobody ain't gonna listen
to us, unless we make 'em.

You got no brains!
We're starting to fight each other,

it's just what the
big shots wanna see.

That we're street trash,
street rats with no brains,

no respect for nothin'
including ourselves.

So here's how it is. If we don't
act together, we're nothin'.

If we don't stick together,
can't trust each other,
then we're nothin'.

- Tell 'em, Jack!
- So, what's it gonna be?

We're with you, Jack.

So what do you say, Spot?

I say that what you say...

is what I say.

- Yeah! Yeah!
- All right!

Sometimes the livin'
is sweet

And sometimes
there's nothin' to eat

But I always lands
on my feet

I wait for high times
and then

I put on my best
and I stick out my chest

And I'm off
to the races again

Oh, Medda!

Hello, newsies?
What's new?

So your old lady
don't love you no more

So you're afraid there's
a wolf at your door

So you got street rats
that scream in your ear

You win some
you lose some, my dear

Oh, high times
hard times

Sometimes the livin'
is sweet

And sometimes
there's nothin' to eat

But I always lands
on my feet

I wait for high times
and then

I put on my best
and I stick out my chest

And I'm off
to the races again

And I'm off
to the races again

Excuse me, aren't you
Warden Snyder?

Bryan Denton of “The Sun."
How do you do, sir?

I heard about your wonderful
work with the children.

I wondered if I might
get an interview.

- Jack!
- Hi, David.

- It's Snyder.
- What?

It's Snyder... right there.

Let me get that correct.
"Snider" as in snide?

Smile, sir.

Medda, thanks.
I gotta run.

Hurry.

No!

No! For God's sake!

He's just a child.
Why don't you pick on
someone your own size?

Racetrack!

Get outta here now!

Hey, come here!
Sullivan, I gotcha!

Go up there.
All right, no, go here.

Push me.

Get outta here! Go!

- Stop where you are.
- Hey, come back!

Show's over, Cowboy.

You all right?
Come on.

Stay back!

Arise, arise.
Court is now in session.

Judge E.A. Monahan presiding.

Are any of you represented
by counsel?

No. Good, good.

- That'll move things along considerably.
- Your Honor, I object.

On what grounds?

On the grounds of Brooklyn,
Your Honor.

I fine each of you $5.00,

or two weeks'confinement
in the house of refuge.

- He said five bucks.
- Whoa. Hey, we ain't got five bucks.

We don't even got five cents.

Your Honor, how 'bout
I roll you for it?
Double or nothing.

- Move along, move along.
- Your Honor,

I'll pay the fines,

all of them.

- Fellas, you all right?
- It's David.

- Where's Jack?
- Look, we got to meet
at the restaurant.

Everybody.
We have to talk.

Pay the clerk.
Move it along.

Hey, fellas!

Hey, Cowboy, nice shiner.

Pay the clerk.
Move it along.

Hey, Denton, I guess
we made all the papes this time.

- How'd my picture look?
- None of the papers covered the rally,

not even "The Sun."

Case of Jack Kelly.
Inciting to riot,

assault, resisting arrest.

Judge Monahan,
I'll speak for this young man.

You two know each other.
Ain't that nice!

Just move it along,
Warden Snyder.

This boy's real name
is Francis Sullivan.

His mother's deceased,
his father's a convict.

He's an escapee from
the house of refuge...

where his sentence for three months
was extended to six months...

- for disruptive behavior.
- Like demanding we eat the food
you steal from us.

Followed by an additional
six months for attempted escape.

Attempted? Last time
wasn't an attempted escape.

Remember me and Teddy Roosevelt
and the carriage?

- You remember Roosevelt
and the carriage!
- I ask he be returned...

- to the house of refuge.
- Away for my own good,
right, move along?

For my own good and
what he kicks back to you.

And that the court order his
incarceration until the age of 21...

in the hope that we may yet guide him
to a useful and productive life.

So ordered!

No!

Next.

Hey, Mr. Denton!

- Thanks for bailing us out.
- My pleasure.

- Why didn't "The Sun" print the story?
- Because it never happened.

What do you mean? It never happened?
You were there!

If it's not in the papers,
it never happened.

The owners decreed that it
not be in the papers, therefore...

Anyway, I came to tell
you fellas good-bye.

- What happened? You get fired?
- No, I got reassigned...

back to my old job as
"The Sun's" ace war correspondent.

They want me
to leave right away.

The owner thinks I should only cover
the really important stories.

Yep, well,
wish me luck, fellas,

at least half of what
I wish for you.

They don't always
fire you, David.

I would be blackballed from
every paper in the country.

Hey,

I'm a newspaperman.

I have to have a paper
to write for.

This is the, uh,

story I wrote about the rally.

And...

I want you to read it,
at least.

Bill?

- No, no.
- This should cover it. Thanks.

We get Jack out of
the refuge tonight.

- From now on, we trust
no one but the newsies.
- Yeah!

Come on,
get the lead out of your pants.

Move along, boy.

That's where we saw Crutchy.

It's Jack.

- It's Jack!
- Shh, shh.

Whoa, boy.

Where they takin' him, Dave?

There's one way to find out.

I'll meet you guys
at the square.

Racetrack, watch him.

Whoa, whoa, boy.

Get him inside.

Oh, well, about ready
to wrap up for the night.

- Gonna be another late one.
- Yes, I know.

Sit!

Know what I was doing
when I was your age, boy?

I was in a war!

- The Civil War.
- Yeah, I heard of it.
So... did you win?

People think that wars
are about right or wrong.

They're not.
They're about power.

I heard of that too.
I don't just sell your papers,
Joe, sometimes I read 'em.

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.

Yeah? Well, right now...

I'm just thinking about
one future and that's mine.

So am I, boy.

I have the power to see that
you stay locked in the refuge.

- And I have the power
to break out again.
- Or...

I could see you released
tomorrow free and clear...

with more money in your pockets than
you could earn in... three lifetimes.

Are you bribin' me, Joe?

Mmm. Well,
no-no-no-no-no.

It's been nice chattin' with you,
Joe, but I gotta be going now.

You listen to me, boy.

Just shut your mouth
and listen to me.

You shut up and listen
to me for once!

It's no game I'm playing.

You work for me
until the strike is over.

It will end, boy,
make no mistake, without you.

Then you go wherever you
want to buy a ticket for.

Away from the refuge,
these foul streets.

Free!

With money to spend
and nobody chasing you.

I must have you scared
pretty bad, old man.

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?
I understand he has a family.

What do you think the
refuge will do to him?

And it would 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.

Jack, come on!

Come on! Run!

After him!

Don't worry.
He's got no place to go.

- Come on, keep running!
- You shouldn't have done this, Dave.

- They could put you in jail.
- I don't care.

Come here!

What about your family?
What happens to them if you go in jail?

You don't know nothin'
about jail.

Thanks for what you've done,
but you get outta here.

- I don't understand.
- I don't understand either,
but just get outta here!

- No!
- Go!

I can't spend
my whole life hiding

You're the only light
that's guidin' me today

Psst, Jack.

Look. I snitched it off of
Snyder's plate when I was serving him.

It's the biggest one.
Oh, Mr. Snyder was eating good tonight.

You know, the stuff
that we don't never get.

Potatoes, olives,
even bacon, sauerkraut.

Guess what I done
to his sauerkraut.

- So what's it get ya?
- Another three months.

But you can't let him
beat ya, right, Jack?

That's what you always say.

We was beat when we was born.

Will you keep
a candle burnin'

Will you help me
find my way

You're my chance
to break free

And who knows
when my next one will be

Stop "The World." No more papes.

Stop "The World."
No more papes.

Cheese it!
Cheese it!

- Cheese it! Race, please help me.
- All right, I ain't deaf.

Hey, hey, hey.
Break it up.

Hold it right there.

- Hey, Race, come here.
- What?

Tell me I'm just seein' things.
Just tell me I'm seein' things.

You ain't seein'things. That's Jack.

- What's he doin'?
- He's dressed like a scabber.

Jack, look at me, will ya?
Come on, it's me, Mush.

Look at me!
What're you doing?

This ain't happening!
What are you doin', Jack?

Hey, what is this?

- Where'd you get them clothes?
- Mr. Pulitzer picked them.

- A special gift
to a special new employee.
- He sold us out.

Look at him in his little suit.
Ya bum! I'll soak ya!

- Ya fink!
- Let me get my hands dirty.

Come here, you dirty,
rotten scabber!

I'll murder ya!

Oh, you want to talk to him.
Come on, sure.

Go right ahead.

So this is why you
didn't escape last night.

- Yeah.
- You're a liar.

You lied about everything.

You lied about your father
being out west.

- You didn't even tell me your real name.
- So? What you want to do about it?

I don't understand you.

So let me spell it out for ya.

You see, I ain't got nobody
tucking me in at night like you.

It's just me.
I gotta look out for myself.

- You had the newsies!
- What'd being a newsie give me...

but a dime a day
and a few black eyes?

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?

I got more on the way and as soon
as I collect, I'm gone, all right?

That's good 'cause
we don't need you.

We don't need you!

All those words you said,
those were mine.

But you never had the guts
to put 'em across yourself.

I do now.

What's the matter?

Got a problem?

Maybe, maybe you'd like
a new suit of your own, huh?

- Never!
- Get outta here! Off with him.

You make me sick!

- Look at yourself, huh?
- I trusted you.

Seize the day, huh, Jack?

He's foolin' 'em
so he can spy on 'em or something.

Yeah, that's it.
He's foolin' 'em.

Yeah, he's spyin' on 'em, kid.

Les,

what is this?

I'm savin' it.

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 the..."

One trick, Cowboy,
and it's right back to the refuge.

Please.

Ah, you gonna be requiring
anything else this evening?

No? Ah, tsk, tsk.

Well then, I oughta
be saying good night.

Remember... one trick
and I go straight to Mr. Pulitzer.

Move along, gentlemen, move along.

20 papes. Next.

- 20 papes, please.
- Next.

- 30 papes, please.
- Yes, sir.

30 papes. Next.

- I'll take, uh, 50.
- 50 papes!

50 papes. Next.

Sleep well, Cowboy?

Come with us, Cowboy.
We're gonna go fix your pal Davey.

- Fix him so he can't walk.
- Shut up!

Uh-uh. Lift one finger,
it's back to the refuge.

Next!

50.

- Good mornin'.
- Good mornin' to ya.

'Scuse me, sweet face.

How's your little brother, tootsie?

Where's the little Davey?

Leave my sister alone!

Stop it! Leave him alone!

You stupid ape.

No!

- What happened? Are you hurt?
- No, I'm all right.

- Help Sarah.
- Run, Davey!

Oh, yeah, run, Davey.

We got the best part
of your family right here.

Let go of me!
Stop it!

- Get up!
- Les!

Stop, you're hurting him.
No! Leave him alone!

Stop it!

Leave him alone!

Get over here!

Remember Crutchy?

- You all right?
- Yeah.

David?

You better run, Cowboy.
We're gonna tell Uncle Weas.

- You'll be back in the
refuge by supper time.
- Run, ya lousy coward.

Run, get outta here!
Don't come back.

What? You couldn't stay away?

Well, I guess I can't
be something I ain't.

A scab?

No, smart.

Did you mean
what you wrote here?

About all these sweatshop
kids listening to me?

I don't write anything
I don't mean.

Well, come on in.
I was just packing a few things.

So, yes, I meant it.

The city thrives
on child labor.

A lot of people
make money that way.

They're terrified that
the newsies strike will spread.

There's not much chance
of that...

as long as they got the power.

Sometimes all it takes
is a voice.

One voice
that becomes a hundred,

and then a thousand...

unless it's silenced.

Why can't we spread the strike?

Have another big rally and get
the word out to all the sweatshop kids?

- Why not?
- What are we gonna do?
Put an ad in the paper?

We'll do better than that.
We'll make our own paper.

We tell 'em they gotta join us.
Isn't that a good idea?

Yeah, it is. But what do we know
about printing a newspaper?

- Nothing, but our man, Denton...
- But I think our man, Denton,

has something more
important to do.

I mean, he's gonna be
an ace war correspondent.

Right, Denton?

All right.

Where do we start?

We gotta move fast.

We're gonna need
the newsies to circulate.

We need a printing press.

So happens I know a guy
with a printing press.

- You've been living here?
- Shh! They're above us.

If weasel catches us,
we're all in the slam.

All right!
A platen press!

Looks like old man Pulitzer
never threw anything away.

- Will this thing work?
- It better. We have a deadline.

This is the story
you wanted to write

Well tonight is a night
that you can

Just get this done
and by dawn's early light

You can finish the fight
you began

This time we're in it
to stay

Think about
seizing the day

Think of that train as
she rolls into old Santa Fe

See ol'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
countin'sheep

Wake up and read 'em
and weep

You got your thugs with
their sticks and the slugs

Yeah, but we got
a promise to keep

Once and for all something
tells me the tide'll be turnin'

Once and for all
there's a fire inside me

Now that the choices
are clear

Watch how the mighty can fall
for once and for all

It's nice of Mr. Pulitzer
to let us use his press.

I just hope I get
to thank him for it some day.

This is for kids
shining shoes in the streets

With no shoes on
their feet every day

Hey, kid, can you read?
Read that.

Take this. Read these.

Know how to read?

Read that, all right?

Carryin' the banner!

Once and for all we'll be
there to defend one another

Once and for all
every kid is our friend

- Hey, meeting in the square.
- Support the newsies.

Five thousand reasons to try
we're going over the wall

Disgraceful, Denty!
Those poor boys!

I thought you'd feel
this way, Governor.

And I did nothing...

until now.

Good, very good, sir.

So when's the others
comin', kid?

They ain't comin'.
Ain't gonna be nobody but us.

- Come on, Jack.
- Have hope, Jack.

When the circulation
bell starts ringin'

Naw.

What if the Delanceys
come out swingin'

No!

Atta boy!

When you got
a million voices singin'

Look!

Brooklyn!
Brooklyn!

"The World"
will feel the fire

We're gonna strike!
We're gonna strike!

Get back!

Strike! Strike!
Strike! Strike!

- Yeah!
- Yes!

Dear me, what have we here?

Strike! Strike!

It's awful, everyone's calling.
Mr. Hearst, Mr. Benton...

and the mayor,
and such awful language.

The city's at a standstill
and they all blame the chief.

It's like the end of the world.
Oh, dear, I didn't say that.

Extry! Extry! Joe!

Read all about it.

I promised that if you defied me,
I would break you.

I'll keep that promise, boy.

I gave you the chance to be free.
I don't understand.

Anyone who doesn't act
in his own self-interest...

is a fool.

- What does that make you?
- What?

This is my pal, David,

the walking mouth.

You talk about self-interest,
but since the strike...

your circulation
has been down 70%.

Every day you're losing
thousands of dollars...

just to beat us out of
one lousy tenth of a cent.

Why?

It ain't about the money, Dave.

If Joe gives in
to nobodies like us,

that means we got the power.

He can't do that no matter
what it costs. Am I right, Joe?

I sent for the police.
They must be here by now.

Send 'em in, Seitz.
Send 'em in.

I'm not goin' back
to jail, Joe.

Look at here. Right out here
is right where your power ends!

Shut the windows!
Close the windows!

Stop that infernal noise!
Go home!

- Go home! Go home!
- I don't hear you, Joe!

Go home to your mothers and fathers!

- Go home! You listen to me!
- I can't hear ya!

- Maybe you should listen
to me for a change.
- No, you listen to me!

- No, you should listen!
- Shut the window and shut up!

There's a lot of people out there!
They ain't gonna go away!

They got voices now
and they're gonna be listened to.

Putting me in jail
is not gonna stop them.

That's the power
of the press, Joe.

Thanks for teachin' me
about it.

Those kids put out
a pretty good paper, Chief.

I ordered
a printing ban on all strike matters.

Now who defied it?

Whose press did you use
to print this? Whose?

Well, we only used
the best, Joe.

So I just wanna say,

thanks again.

Hey, fellas, they're over here.

They're over here.

What'd they say, huh?
What'd they say?

We beat 'em!

All right!

Excuse me, excuse me.

Jack, Jack! It's the Bulls!
It's the Bulls, let me down!

No, Jack, it's over.

- Let's go!
- No, no, no! You don't have to run.

Not anymore.
Not from the likes of him.

Come on, come on.

Hey, Crutchy,
come on outta there.

Uh, remember what
I told ya, Mr. Snyder.

The first thing you do in jail,
make friends with the rats.

Share what you got in common.

- Uh, Officer, may I, please?
- Sure, kid.

- Hey, Crutchy!
- Hey, guys!

You won't be seein'
much of him anymore.

- Say good-bye, Warden.
- Bye!

Jack, you ought
to have seen it.

He come stormin' into the refuge wavin'
his walkin' stick like a sword.

And he's leadin' this
army of lawyers and cops...

- Who comes walkin' in?
- You know, your friend, him!

Teddy Roosevelt.

The governor's very grateful you brought
this problem to his attention.

I said you might need a lift somewhere.
He's glad to oblige.

Anywhere you want,
and this time you ride inside.

Could he drop me
at the train yards?

Yeah, if that's what you want.

Try Bottle Alley
or the harbor

Try Central Park
it's guaranteed

Try any banker
bum or barber

They almost all knows
how to read

Summer stinks
and winter's waitin'

Boy ain't nature
fascinatin'

- One hundred papes.
- All right, Davey.

Thanks.

Jack!

- There's Jack!
- He's back!

Thanks for the advice,
Governor.

Like you said,
I still got things to do.

Besides, I got family here.

This is wonderful!
Hey, Jack, how you doin'?

I told ya, I told ya!

So how's the headline today?

Headlines don't sell papes.
Newsies sell papes.

Come here, David.

Thanks, Davey.

All right, yeah!

Whoo! Check it!

Whoo!

- Look at Spots!
- Good-bye, Spots!

lt's a fine life
carryin'the banner

lt's a fine life
carryin'the banner

lt's a fine life
carryin'the banner

lt's a fine life
carryin'the banner

Extry! Extry!

Look at me
I'm the king of New York

Suddenly I'm respectable starin'
right at ya lousy with stature

Nobbin' with
all the muckety mucks

I'm blowin'my dough
and goin'deluxe

There I be
ain't I pretty

lt's my city
I'm the king of New York

Startin'now
I'm the king of New York

Ain't ya heard
I'm the king of New York

Pulitzer's cryin'
Weasel he's dyin'

Flashpots are shootin'
bright as the sun

I'm one highfalutin
son-of-a-gun

Don't ask me how
fortune found me

Fate just crowned me
I'm the king of New York

Victory front page story
guts and glory

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