The Saxon Charm Page #10

for your literary palette.

You are an artist, Eric.

Not a country schoolteacher.

You have no idea how much your

work suffered because of Janet.

Oh, there's nothing wrong with her.

She's just a typical woman, that's all.

And no artist can function when

he's chained to the commonplace.

Good riddance, my boy. Janet wasn't for

you. She was for a floor-walker or a ..

A small-town grocer, or an insurance ..

Salesman.

[ Banging noise ]

I was trying to get you at home.

What happened to your eye, Boss?

Never mind my eye.

Why are you calling me?

The boys are calling from the papers.

Abel Richman is

producing The Comic Spirit.

With Peter Stanhope.

What happened with you and Busch?

That cheap pulp writer?

Where were you a while

ago when I needed you?

Looking for a job, Boss.

You ungrateful rat.

Okay, I'm anything you say. But I got

a wife and kids and they've got to eat.

Maybe you don't know it yet,

but you're finished on Broadway.

From top to bottom,

they're closing you out.

I'm sorry.

I don't know how to tell you, Boss.

It's as if you've

forgotten that people ..

Are people.

You don't even think of yourself

as a human being anymore.

When that happens ..

A person is bound

to hurt a lot of people.

I guess .. most of all, himself.

Do you understand what I'm ..

Trying to say, Boss?

Yeah.

But if you ask me to stick with you ..

I will.

You know that.

But .. please don't ask me to.

Please don't.

Goodbye, Hermy.

So long, Boss.

Mr Cyril Leatham, please.

Hello?

Hello Cyril.

Did I wake you up?

This is Matt Saxon.

I'm sorry I ..

Well, I just got back from Hollywood.

And I was met with

some very tragic news.

I said I was met with

some very tragic news.

The news of my .. ex-wife's death.

Suicide, I'm afraid.

Yes. It's horrible.

I can't sleep.

And I feel so terribly alone.

I know it's asking a great deal and

I have no right to ask it, but I ..

I thought maybe if you

could meet me someplace.

It might help me to talk

with you about your play.

No. I haven't read it, yet.

But if you could me somewhere,

anywhere I can ..

I see.

Yes.

Did you agree to let him produce it?

Did you sign anything?

Oh.

Well.

Suppose you let me take

care of that little detail.

Unless, of course ..

You would prefer an idiot like

that to .. mutilate your material.

Fine.

Well there is a ..

There is a little place called

the Fuss 'n' Feathers.

[ Singing ]

"I'm in the mood for love."

"Simply because you're near me."

"But if, but when, you're near me."

"I'm in the mood for love."

"Heaven is in your eyes."

"As bright as the stars we're under."

"Nor is it any wonder."

Alma said you'd be back.

Janet .. look ..

Saxon?

Yup.

[ Singing ]

"This little dream I face."

"We'll put our hearts together."

This is terrible, darlig.

I rehearsed over and over

what I'd like to say to you.

But now my mind is a blank.

Maybe we'd better hurry to

the islnd while it's still blank.

Darling.

Save it.

T-G-

T-G-

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