phone. What's his name?
-Blakely.
-Yeah. Private line.
-Dad, how do you feel?
-Rotten. It's my stomach.
I thought so.
These trips to Washington have me jittery.
But it's the last one.
From now on, they come to me.
Tony, do you realize there won't be a bullet,
gun or cannon made here without us?
Now, Dad, don't tell me
you've forgotten the slingshot market.
Mr. Blakely on the phone.
Hello, Blakely. This is A.P. How's it going?
You what? What trouble?
Now, wait a minute. Don't bite my head off.
I've got all 12 blocks, everything...
...with the exception of one little lot
and I can't get the man to sell.
Those 1 2 blocks are useless
unless I get every inch of them.
I'm up against some kind of an old crank.
His house isn't worth over $25,000.
I've already offered him $50,000,
but he's standing pat.
If you can't get it with money
there are other ways.
That's up to you. Now, remember this:
Unless you buy up the whole 1 2 blocks,
you won't get a penny commission.
That man has got ice water in his veins.
The description fits only one man.
I've simply got to get that property, Bill.
You can't force a man
to sell his home, John.
I've got to. I'll make him sell
if I have to drive him out with stink bombs.
Listen, a fortune has been invested
in those 1 2 blocks.
Behind it is one of the most powerful men
in the country, and a silly old man...
...with that silly little house
is holding up the whole business.
-Now, how do you like that?
-Excuse me, John, but I think it's great.
What did he say when you offered him
$50,000 for his place?
I'm not sure,
but I think someone began singing.
Someone danced and Grandpa Vanderhof
sat down and played a mouth organ.
Played a mouth organ?
-What are they, a bunch of nuts?
-Fascinating ones.
-It's the old army game.
-I doubt it. He's not interested in money.
Mr. Vanderhof is here.
-Have him come in right away.
-How did you get him to come here?
Not interested in money, eh?
Miss Jones, just a minute.
Don't send him in yet.
Have him wait. Let him cool his heels.
Yes, sir.
-He will just be a minute, Mr. Vanderhof.
-Thank you.
That guy wanting me
to split commissions three ways.
What are you doing?
My goodness. I made a mistake.
First time in 20 years.
That calls for the building to collapse,
I suppose?
-Have some.
-No, thank you. It'll spoil my appetite.
What are you doing that for?
I have to add up these figures
to see if they're right.
Why?
Why? Because they have to check
against these figures.
-Say, do you like this?
-Like it?
-This work you're doing.
-No, my goodness, no.
Land's sake, what am I saying?
Well, why do you do it?
Look, they're very strict
in this office and I....
Isn't there something else
you'd rather be doing than this?
No!
Go along with you.
I don't believe a word you're saying.
Go on, tell me,
what would you rather be doing than this?
I make up things.
-Poetry?
-No. Just things.
Go on. Let me see some of them.
-That's kind of cute.
-It is, isn't it? I made it up myself.
Yes.
I have a lot of other ideas just like it.
Well, what do you mean
fooling around with those dull figures?
Seems to me, Mr....
"Poppins."
It seems to me, that is the kind of work
you ought to be doing.
Some day I am going to do nothing else.
Some day, when my ship comes in.
How'd you like to come over to our house
and work on your gadgets?
Over to your house?
-Well, I don't know. I thank you, but--
-Oh, go along. You'd love it.
Everybody over at our place
does just what he wants to do.
Really?
That must be wonderful.
-But how would I live?
-The same way we do.
The same way.
Well, who takes care of you?
The same one that takes care
of the lilies of the field, Mr. Poppins.
Except that we toy a little,
spin a little, have a barrel of fun.
If you want to,
come on over and become a lily, too.
A lily? Me? A lily of the field?
What's that?
Just a little something
Mr. Poppins whipped up.
Why, Mr.