The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter Page #3

Hey, more, more beer.

Give me another beer.

Hey.

Hey, you know...

...the only- Huh?

Hey, tell me. Uh.

Yep, more chip.

Chip?

I was just...

You know, you got something to do,

everything else just falls right into place.

Yeah.

You know.

You got a reason to get out of bed

in the morning.

[SINGING]

Ha.

After that,

the rest of the day is all downhill.

If I could only find me something

to believe in again, something to...

...hold on to.

I might have a chance to make

something better of myself.

Or at least something different.

At least different. I mean-

[CROWD LAUGHING]

You think that's funny?

You think it's easy for a guy like me?

You don't think I want to be somebody?

Be somebody better, huh?

Hey, now he don't think it's funny.

Got more sense than the whole lot

put together.

Hey, now, buddy, you got a heart.

You know that? Yeah, you do.

You got the biggest damn heart

in the whole world.

- Okay, mister, that's enough.

- Hey, it's a free country.

The country may be free

but the beer ain't.

You got the money for all them drinks

you've been belting down?

- Now, wait a minute.

- I know a deadbeat when I see one.

Now, I don't mind getting took

for a drink or two.

I don't even mind that bull

you've been slinging.

I'm a sort of a freak fancier.

But I do mind it when you start

pestering my customers.

- Meaning who?

- Him.

Well, he ain't complaining.

BRANNON:

Well, he's hardly in a position to.

You come along nice and quiet

before I have to get rough.

Well, okay, boy, you-

Where's my bag?

It's over by the door,

now get it and get out.

[SPEAKING INAUDIBLY]

[WOMEN GASPS]

Lunch, uh, soup and a meat sandwich.

Dinner?

Well, I'll take care of that personally.

Oh, since you're gonna be

a regular customer...

...maybe you ought to get a discount.

How about, uh, $25 a week?

BLOUNT:

Damn.

[GROANING]

- Man, he's crazy.

- Yeah, look at that.

MAN 1:
You just take a look at that.

MAN 2:
Yeah.

MAN 1:

He's gonna bust his skull.

He's in trouble.

What do you want?

That is a white man,

I only treat my own.

What is the matter with you?

Are you deaf? I said I-

Very well.

I will give him emergency treatment.

[HARMONICA PLAYING]

Evening, William.

COPELAND:
Well, good evening, Portia.

PORTIA:
Father.

COPELAND:

Isn't William coming in?

PORTIA:

Not unless you apologize.

COPELAND:

Apologize? Apologize for what?

Last time we were here

you called him Uncle Tom.

Oh.

Uh, who told him what it meant?

Don't, Father.

COPELAND:

Don't what?

Don't make me choose between you...

...because if you do,

I'm gonna choose Willie.

Seems to me you already did that

three years ago.

No, Father, I didn't choose between you.

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