The Golden Age of the Piano Page #3

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Do you want it back?

You want it back?

You see...

I'd like us to make a deal.

There's things I'd...

like to do while you play.

If you let me,

you can earn it back.

What do you think?

One visit for every key.

Your dress?

Skirt?

For every black one?

That's a lot less. Half.

All right, all right.

Then the black keys.

Poor baby!

What horrid little person

put you in the rain

and shoved you with a stick?

Hmmm, baby? Huh?

You're all right with moi.

Scissors.

Thank you.

Nessie! Put that down

and come and put your hand out.

Oh, no. Use Mr Stewart.

Nessie, please!

All right, Mary, come along.

Down here.

- Come on, girl.

- All right, then!

Down here. Put out your hand.

Now.

No, no. Put out your hand. Here.

Now.

Look, look! You're being attacked.

No, there you go.

With the blood,

it will be a very good effect!

Here, Flynn!

Flynn, Flynn, Flynn!

Flynn, Flynn! Bad boy!

Bad, bad boy!

Flynn, you want to be in trouble?

Flynn? Flynn!

I want to speak to my mother.

I don't want to be outside.

I want to watch.

I'll be very quiet!

I won't look at him!

- Be very careful.

- Careful.

I hardly need to give one to you,

but here you are, anyway.

Don't be late.

You accompany a performer,

and need to make the earlier

of the two times.

Wait!

How are the lessons going?

Getting on all right, then, is he?

She seems quietened down.

Is she more affectionate?

Ah, well. Slowly, slowly.

Lift your skirt.

Lift it higher.

Higher.

Higher!

Lift it higher.

You no worry, Peini.

- I save you.

- I have a wife.

I save her, too!

- Where's your wife?

- My wife?

She has a life of her own,

in Hull, England.

Must be ugly- for you to run away.

You need another wife.

Undo your dress.

I want to see your arms.

Play.

Two keys.

"I shall listen hard at rehearsal

because I live too far

to come often. "

Which sign is the word "rehearsal"?

I can't imagine

a fate worse than being dumb.

To be deaf.

Aye. Deaf, too? Terrible! Awful!

To tell you the whole truth, mother

says most people speak rubbish

and it's not worth the listen.

Well, that is a strong opinion.

Aye. It's unholy.

What do they say?

Are they selling?

Offer blankets for half the land.

Twelve.

Offer the guns, Baines.

What do they want the land for?

They don't cultivate it,

they don't burn it back. Nothing.

I mean, how do they

even know that it's theirs?

Thought I might as well

mark it out as we agreed.

Yes, why not?

Well, Ada says

you're doing well with the piano.

I'd like to come and hear you play.

- What do you play?

- Nothing just yet.

No?

Ada, four keys.

Why five? I just want to lie.

All right, all right - five.

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