You and the newsies are rallying against the scabbers and pulitzer outside the Manhattan distribution center. Jack had gotten arrested last night, and no one has seen him yet until Spot spots him in the crowd. "Race, racetrack, tell me I ain't seeing things, please tell me I ain't seeing things." You, racetrack, and Spot are watching him walk out of the distribution center. Your owe brother has turned his back on you and the other newsies.