The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter Page #2

If you wasn't my sister,

I wouldn't even know you.

Well, suppose I wasn't your sister

and suppose you did know me.

- If you wasn't my sister...

- Yeah.

- ... and I knew you...

- Yeah.

...I wouldn't love you.

Who wants you to love me?

No sense loving you.

You know less about things than I do.

Mick, is that you?

MICK:
Yes, Papa.

- What are you doing?

- Nothing.

- Well...

...come on in here and do it then.

- Are both the boys in bed?

- Yes, Mama.

[DOG BARKING OUTSIDE]

- Still working on that same watch?

- Yep.

You must be about the best

watch-fixer in the whole world.

Spread that around, will you?

I could sure use the extra business.

Oh, Papa, nobody expects you

to earn a lot of money...

- ... while your hip's still mending.

- Mm-hm.

BUBBER:

Billy.

- Papa.

BUBBER:
Billy.

Yes, honey.

You think some day,

well, after you're well and all...

...do you think maybe

we could buy a piano?

Well, Mick-

Why not make it a solid gold one

while you're wishing?

No, really, Papa, could we?

Well, Mick, I don't know.

A piano, that'd cost a lot of money.

And it ain't as if any one of us

could play it.

I could learn.

That'd take more money.

Mick, I tell you, if you're so set

on making music...

...I could carve you out a ukulele.

Oh, Papa. That's just a kid toy.

I bet you Mozart never wrote any music

for any ukulele.

Maybe when I'm better

and back on the job-

Don't go putting those kind of notions

in her head.

If and when you go back to work,

there are places to put good money...

...before we start throwing it away

on pianos and music lessons.

If I can't have a piano,

could I give a party?

A party?

Honestly, Mick,

I don't know where you get your ideas.

It doesn't seem like so much to ask,

Margaret.

Please, Mama.

Well, I just can't see

throwing money away.

And it's not like you get invited

to so many parties yourself...

...that you have to give one.

Well, maybe if I gave one myself

I would get asked.

Ha, she's got a point there.

Oh, you, you'd side with her

no matter what she wanted.

Don't you worry, baby.

She'll come round.

You just leave it to me.

Oh, Papa, that's what you always say.

You getting fresh with me?

That's what you said about

my room, wasn't it?

You said you wouldn't let her rent it.

But she did. And to that cripple.

- Now you get out of here!

- Papa, I didn't-

Get out of here!

[DOOR SLAMS]

[MICK SOBBING]

MICK:

Go away, leave me alone.

Well, go away. I hate you!

You know what's wrong

with the world?

[COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING]

No causes left.

There's nothing to believe in.

There ain't anything left to live for.

Hell, there isn't even anything left

to die for.

Huh?

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