what's going on?
what demands?
i'm denton, new york sun. what's your name?
david. as in david and goliath? you really think old man pulitzer's going to listen to your demands?
doesn't it scare you going up against the most powerful man in new york?
keep me informed -- i want to know everything that happens.
what's important? a year ago i covered the war in cuba -- charging up san juan hill with colonel teddy roosevelt. a very important story. now it doesn't seem so important -- except teddy's our governor and probably on his way to the white house. is the newsies' strike important? it all depends on you.
any objections?
why don't you stop this -- ?
you're kids. they think you'll get tired, or bored, or maybe just too hungry. and with my colleagues on the other dailies not allowed to cover you --
-- they can just ignore you until you go away.
i'm working press tonight. the only working press. as usual.
aren't you warden snyder? snyder nearly swallows the whistle --
i'm denton of the sun. i've heard about your work with young people. i wonder if you'd agree to an interview? snyder blinks at him, glances at his watch, then lowers his police whistle, smiling modestly.
is it snyder as in 'snide'? furious, snyder blows the police whistle for all he's worth. instantly police burst in from every door -- all converging on jack. immediately he leaps off the stage into the arms of several boys below -- then fights his way out the front door --
i'll pay the fines. all of them.
meet me at the restaurant, all of you. we have to talk.
none of the papers covered the rally. not even the sun. jack is stunned, david bewildered, as denton turns abruptly and leaves the courtroom. the bailiff shoves jack in front of the bench. snyder slips in from a side door.
because it never happened.
if it's not in the papers, then it never happened. the owners decreed that it not be in the papers, therefore.  i just came to tell you fellows goodbye. they exchange puzzled looks. david sees denton's expression.
reassigned -- back to my old job as the sun's ace war correspondent. the owner thinks i should be covering only the 'really important' stories. so wish me luck, boys. at least half what i wish you. they don't always fire you, david. he moves off; david, stunned, hurries after him.
they could've blackballed me from every paper in the country. i'm a newspaperman, i have to have a paper to write for. he looks at david; hurt, betrayed, angry; wishes there was more he could say. he hands him something from his coat.
this is the story i wrote about the rally. i want you to read it at least. he hands it to david and goes. david returns to the others, angrily crumpling the story and hurling it onto the table. the boys look puzzled; les, still eating the sausage, picks up the story and looks at it curiously.
' -- and that is what terrifies the powers-that-be, for they know our city thrives on the shame of child labor. therefore, jack kelly's voice must be stopped, whatever the cost.  damn good writing, isn't it?
they think if the newsies can do it, why can't they? all they need is a leader.
you'd have help this time. i've been investigating the refuge -- i know somebody who's going to be very interested in snyder's little racket.
this war'll do for now.
how're you gonna reach all these people? no paper in new york will print anything about the strike.
a printing press. and no paper or printer is going to defy pulitzer. the others look discouraged; jack's thinking again.
i thought you'd feel that way, governor roosevelt.
we brought the warden over to say goodbye. goodbye, warden.
governor roosevelt's very grateful that this problem was brought to his attention. he'd like to offer you a lift, anywhere you like. this time, you ride inside.