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- Will you try?

- If you show me.

- I'll show you.

- I'll try.

Good. One, two, three, four.

- One, two, three, four.

- One, two, three.

One, two, three.

- You see?

- It's easy.

Look at me. I'm dancing.

- That's a beautiful story.

- And that's how I got my medal.

I'm sorry, recess is over.

Goodbye.

Joe? Joe?

What would you like most for a present?

Well, don't tell Aunt Susie

I told you, now, because it's a secret

and she said that you and Clarence

fixed it up with a man

for her to get a new job

and make lots of money.

So she's gonna buy us all the most

wonderful presents in the world.

Joe, what would you rather have

than anything?

Well, I'll sort of think it over

and let you know.

Don't tell Aunt Susie I told you, now.

No, no, I won't.

- Hiya, Brooklyn.

- Hello.

Joe. Am I glad to see you.

Never mind about me.

What about you?

I got a feeling you didn't

get in to see Iturbi.

We're sunk.

I can't get through that gate.

What do you mean you can't?

Look, Joe, honest.

I've tried and tried, but it's no use.

You have to have an appointment

or something.

- Hello.

- Yes?

My name is Joe Brady,

I'd like to see Jos Iturbi.

- Is he expecting you?

- Yes.

Just a minute

and I'll let you talk to his secretary.

Thank you very much.

Hello, Jean. A Mr. Brady

from the United States Navy

to see Mr. Iturbi,

says he's expected.

Gee, I don't know, Joe.

Sometimes when I watch you,

I feel that something's wrong with me.

Look, Brooklyn, you just gotta learn

not to get scared, that's all.

Hey, you! You, stop.

Wait a minute.

Hey, I got a pass.

Brooklyn, I got a pass!

Wait a minute. Stop.

Now, wait a minute.

Hey, wait a minute.

- Stop.

- Brooklyn!

- I guess everybody's out.

- Okay, let's go.

Pardon me, can you tell me

where Mr. Iturbi's office is?

- Sure, right over there.

- Thanks.

Mr. Brady?

I expect Mr. Iturbi at any moment.

Won't you sit down?

Thanks.

- Have you been at sea recently?

- Yeah, I'm on leave.

I suppose you're having

a wonderful time.

My name is Susan Abbott

and someone made an appointment

for me to have an audition

with Mr. Iturbi this Saturday...

- Ever speak to sailors, lady?

- Hello, Joe. What are you doing here?

Clarence is off having a little chat

with Jos and I was waiting for him.

We can go out and have a Coke.

- I was just...

- Ms. Abbott, I'm afraid...

Hold on, that's all right, Jean.

Tell Mr. Iturbi she'll be back.

- But Mr. Iturbi...

- Don't worry, I'll be back.

Tell him to wait for me.

Aunt Susie, you almost made

a terrible mistake.

I just wanted to ask Mr. Iturbi

if there was any song

that I should prepare for the audition.

That's just what I thought you wanted.

Boy, am I glad I was there to stop you.

Believe me, Aunt Susie,

take my word for it.

You shouldn't go even near that guy

until the very minute you're ready.

But, Joe, why?

Well, look, you go see him now,

you try to talk to him.

He's polite, but he's busy.

It's just no good.

But you wait till Saturday

at 11:
15

Iturbi is expecting one

of these big, beefy characters.

Instead, you walk in.

You're all dressed up.

You look like a million dollars.

Go, Aunt Susie.

Believe me, you'll kill him, huh?

Come on, sailor, I owe you a Coke.

You're sort of Clarence's

guardian angel too, aren't you?

What I mean is...

Well, you're always with him

or talking about him. Why, Joe?

Well, I... I figured he needed a girl

but Clarence didn't want just any girl

he wanted somebody

he could think about and write to

and, you know, come home to.

I guess he found her, huh?

What about you, Joe?

What do you want?

- Me?

- What kind of girl do you like?

Why?

I guess I'm just curious.

Well, the kind of girl I like

is a very definite kind of a girl.

Take for example

the one I know here in Los Angeles.

- You mean Lola.

- How...?

Well, yeah. Take her, then.

Nothing serious about her...

I mean, nothing serious,

strictly for laughs.

She sees you, great. If she doesn't,

great, she'll find somebody

it doesn't tie you down at all.

I see.

You don't want to be tied down, do you?

That's for guys like Clarence.

Nice guys.

What I like is...

Yes, what do you like?

Oh, I don't know, Aunt Susie.

Right now I'm a little confused

about what I like, it's...

- I have a feeling that everything is...

- Yes?

Back on the set, kids, let's go.

Come on, Susie.

Everybody works in the next shot,

come on.

Joe, why don't you come down

to the caf tonight.

You could bring your girl, you know.

Well, maybe Clarence

would like to see you alone.

All right.

Call the Victory Committee

and tell them I'll be at the camp.

But, Mr. Iturbi,

you have to be at the studio.

- How are you gonna get to the camp?

- I'll be able to make it.

Please tell them not to expect me

until the last minute.

Remember, later on you have

an appointment with Carlos.

Yes, I remember. I'll be there.

And I'll be there on time.

Please, stop worrying.

Give me the Tchaikovsky concerto.

Go and get yourself

a double chocolate sundae.

- Your next appointment...

- With walnuts.

With walnuts.

Again?

- Hello.

- Hello.

- Ahoy.

- Oh, I'm doing fine. Fine.

You tune pianos or play them?

A little bit of both.

Hey, buddy. Hey, I know that song.

- Oh, you do, huh?

- Sure.

Tonight we love while the moon beams

Down in dreamland

Tonight we touch the stars

Love was ours

- Oh, sure, I like that.

- You like Tchaikovsky?

- Who?

- Tchaikovsky, the composer.

You must be mistaken, buddy.

Freddy Martin wrote that.

I heard it on the radio

at least a thousand times.

Well, you know, all those fellows,

they steal from each other.

Meant to borrow

But tomorrow

I forgot the words

- Yeah, that's nice.

- I'm glad you like it.

Say, do you know

what I would do if I were you?

I'd quit this piano tuning,

ain't no future in it.

- You play very well.

- Thank you.

It's very nice to be encouraged.

You seem pretty good yourself.

- Thank you.

- Well, I got to go now.

I have a few more pianos to tune.

Well, goodbye, sailor. Thanks again.

- Keep plugging.

- Okay.

Senor Clarence, friend of Susita.

Senor Clarence.

The whole street is talking

of what you are doing for our Susita.

Yeah. I got a date with her.

Oh, how happy she will be

to see you. Come.

Sit down, make yourself comfortable.

But I must rush

and tell her that you are here.

Senor Iturbi. He is well, yes?

Oh, sure. Sure, he's well.

Well, for heaven's sakes,

look who's here

- and looking like he's at a wake.

- Hiya, Brooklyn.

Yeah, I got a date with Susan.

- What's the matter? Don't you like her?

- Sure, I like her. I think she's wonderful.

Only, I'm gonna be all alone with her.

And I'll sit here like a dope, I know it.

- I won't even know what to say.

- What are you worrying about?

The first note I heard you sing

I knew you were

the romantical-type fella.

Quit your kidding. Think I'm just gonna

walk up to her and start singing?

Of course you don't just walk up to her

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