PULITZER
You're going to listen to me, boy --
JACK
I'd like to, Joe --
opens a window; crowd noise pours in
-- but I can't hear ya.
PULITZER
We had a deal -- you broke it. You're going back to jail.
JACK
Maybe. But you can't put every kid in that square in jail. They ain't goin' away, Joe.
PULITZER
Neither am I. I can wait them out. It won't be me…

