Athena

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Take it easy, Girls! Plenty of time.

Go to your seats.

Slow down! Slow down, will ya!

You'll see him, you'll hear him!

You can even even touch him, but don't hurry!

Sit down now, Girls, there'll be

no autographs until after the show.

Sit down now, please, sit down!

The moment I saw her smile,

I knew she was just my style.

but it's clear to see

there's no hope for me.

Though I live at 51-35

Kennsington Avenue

and she lives at 51-33.

How can I ignore

the girl next door?

I love her more than I can say.

Doesn't try to please me,

doesn't even tease me,

and she never sees me glance her way.

And though I'm heart sore

the girl next door,

affection for me won't display.

I just adore her,

so I can't ignore her,

the girl next door.

I just adore her,

so I can't ignore her,

the girl next door.

Thanks, Scotty.

Thanks, Kids, that was fine.

Now, remember I want you all

here by 8:
30 Tuesday night.

You're on the air at 9:00.

Thanks again.

- You are Johnny Nyle, aren't you?

- Yes, I am.

It's such a pleasure to come

face to face with you at last.

The pleasure's all mine.

I'm glad you feel that

way, this is for you.

Autograph?

That won't be necessary,

it's a subpoena.

A subpoena?

Hey!

I don't want it!

I'm sorry, Mr. Nyle, but without

an appointment, you can't see Mr. Shaw.

But I only got this 20 minutes ago.

I mean business, Miss Seely.

I want to be a client.

He has a client.

Who referred you to Mr. Shaw?

- I was in the Navy with The Lieutenant.

- So were several million others.

Look, it's not gonna hurt

you to ask him, will it?

Just tell Papi Shaw that

Gunner's Mate, 3rd. Class,

Johnny Nyle is out here to see him

and in mighty, big trouble.

- Please smile for the next one, Mr. Shaw.

- I was smiling.

Okay, but make it a big one

for the next one, show your teeth.

I'm not selling toothpaste,

I'm running for Congress.

C'mon, Adam, give 'em a big smile.

I have great respect for your

political wisdom, Mr. Tremaine,

but I will not pose like this.

Thank you, Mr. Shaw,

thank you, Gentlemen.

Now, wait a minute!

You have to co-operate

with the press more, Adam

What's the matter with you,

don't you want to get elected?

I most certainly do, Mr. Tremaine.

My family has had a long and

distinguished record in public life.

My grandfather was governor of

Massachusetts, Father was a senator.

But they did not get there by

back-slapping and kissing babies.

And they had an advantage

that you don't have,

they didn't look as young as you do.

You know, you're a difficult

candidate to put across.

All we had was your background

and your war record.

It's very impressive, but I'd rather have

a picture of you with a wife and kids.

Perhaps you and Beth can get

married during the campaign, Adam.

Nothing ages a man like marriage, Adam.

Thanks, but I doubt if we could arrange

to have a family in time for the election.

- What is it, Miss Seely?

- There is a Mr. Nyle outside.

Has he an appointment?

No, Sir.

Then I can't see him.

Anything else?

Yes, the nursery called and said if

those peach trees are dead, it's your fault.

No such thing! Find out how

late they're open today.

I'll buy you a million peach trees,

c'mon, let's talk about the campaign.

First things first, this is a

matter of principle with me.

There is no fiduciary feeling in

trade anymore, no tradition, no standards.

We've become a nation of

fools, faddists, and fakes.

Well, it sounds very snappy, but what makes

you think the public will understand it?

You take my advice, Adam, practice smiling.

You coming, Wendell?

You do have a nice personality, Adam.

- And fine teeth.

- Thank you.

Well, Miss Seely, what is it?

That Mr. Nyle, it's Gunner's Mate,

3rd Class Johnny Nyle.

He said to tell Papi Shaw

he's in big trouble.

Oh, that Nyle.

Yes, improvident type, probably broke.

Show him in.

- Hello, Lieutenant.

- Hello, Johnny, good to see you.

- In trouble?

- Um-huh.

- How much?

- Thirty thousand dollars worth.

Johnny, we don't handle criminal cases.

Oh, it's not like that.

This guy used to be my agent,

he never got me work, so I fired him,

got myself another agent that got me work.

Now the first agent comes back in

the picture and wants the usual ten percent.

I see, the usual...

- You earned three hundred thousand dollars?

- Um-huh.

Now, let's start from the beginning,

what did you do to earn all this money?

These are by P which is Greek to me.

I sing in television, radio,

records, night clubs.

You get all that money singing?

I guess you wouldn't call it

singing, I'm a... a crooner.

There ought to be a law against that.

It's no joke, look, I

got a television show,

a nightclub appearance

and a recording date,

and this piece of paper says I can't work.

You just gotta help me, Lieutenant.

Our practice is limited to estates,

trusts, corporate problems.

However, from what you tell me,

it does seem terribly unfair.

Of course, I'd need more than your word.

Do you have anything in writing?

I've saved every scrap of paper.

Good, then collect them together

and bring them to my house at five o'clock.

Miss Seely.

Yes.

Give Mr. Nyle my home address, and

no more calls today, please.

I'm going out about those peach trees.

I've sold thousands of peach trees,

from the same stock as yours

and there's been one complaint.

- Every one of them is alive and healthy.

- Mine are dead.

- Are you sure?

- Stone cold.

- Who told you so?

- My gardener, an expert.

Pardon me, do you mind terribly

if I tap your sassafras tree?

I'm not sure this is

the right time of the year.

I'd be the last one to harm a sassafras tree.

Now then, the matter of the peach trees.

If they're really dead, we'll give

you credit and have them replaced.

That's very fair of you.

Thank you, Mr. Benevuchi.

Perhaps you haven't lost them.

Peaches are snobs, they just love

to have their appetites piqued.

- You need a good mulching.

- I? A mulching?

Uh-huh, oh, it's very simple.

Just give them a nourishing

mixture then soak,

and those peach trees will sit up and sing

all pink and white like a bride's maid.

I'd like to see mine do that but

I'm afraid I'm not very good at mulching.

I'll be very happy to help you.

How very kind of you, are

you a professional gardener?

Ah! no, I'm a numerologist.

You don't believe in it, do you?

I don't know much about it.

Well, it's a science of

numbers, older than Confucius.

My grandmother says,

"If you know the numbers, you know the man."

Everyone has his very own number.

- Have I one?

- Tell me your name and I'll tell you.

Adam Calhorn Shaw.

You're a Four.

Day and month of birth, please.

- November 26th.

- That figures-out to Four, too.

- I'm a Six.

- Is that good?

Oh! Excellent.

Fours and Sixes go together,

like... well... Aucassin was Four

and Nicolette was Six.

Hero was a Six and Leander was a Four.

See what I mean?

Hey! Wait a minute!

Wait a minute, I mustn't

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