The Piano Teacher Page #4

It sounds

as clear as a muddy windscreen.

Probably due to the images

lodged in your mind.

You have one approach for Bach,

Beethoven and the others.

What made you want to study music?

Your meagre talent?

I assure you it's not worth it.

Take a job playing in a strip joint

and stop wasting my time.

What?

- I'm sorry.

- What for?

For earlier...

At the newsagents.

Why?

Why are you sorry?

What for?

It doesn't work like that.

Sorry isn't enough,

if I don't know why.

Are you sorry because you're a pig?

Or because your friends are pigs?

Or because all women are b*tches

for making you a pig?

Or just because you got caught?

The lesson is ended.

I propose

your mother comes to see me.

Maybe she can shed

some light on this.

Well?

What are you sorry for?

I'm listening.

The silence is deafening.

See you next time,

along with your mother.

Now, please remove yourself.

I'll need my break to recover.

Goodbye.

This time I'm expected.

The break's not over yet.

And the lesson hasn't begun.

Can I take out my scores

while I'm waiting?

You know I voted against you?

I don't believe

you're serious about music

but rather about the kudos

it brings.

You know that's untrue.

And even if it were true,

would it be such a shameful motive?

Yes.

What have you brought?

You should forget Schubert.

- Schnberg is all...

- I fought to win your attention.

Give me a chance.

I know you're not as indifferent

as you pretend.

I neglected my studies for you.

It's the truth!

You may think it's ridiculous,

but since the recital

at the Blonskys,

I've had you stuck in my mind

like a nut on a bolt.

I apologise for being so technical.

I never intended to apply here.

Stop lying, it won't wash.

I'm not lying.

For next time,

find a copy of Opus 19.

Let's talk first.

I can't see the point.

Don't just stand there.

Sit down and begin.

Is this your last lesson?

Please.

Pretend you have a migraine

or something.

It's lovely out.

Either you play

or my migraine will end this lesson.

It's bound to finish late.

Today's

our first Mendelssohn rehearsal.

So, don't call up every 5 minutes.

It's embarrassing.

Viora of the Philharmonic's coming.

He'll think I'm a little girl.

Is that clear?

If it ends late, take a taxi.

I adore lying in the name of love.

I'm so happy for you.

If she calls after 10, don't answer.

Is that okay?

It will be a pleasure.

Good evening, this is Mrs. Kohut.

May I speak to my daughter?

What's wrong?

What the...?

Sh*t!

Stay there!

Stay there, c*nt!

Are you crazy or something?

Your father died this afternoon.

Above all, keep calm.

It's so inconsiderate of you!

Think of the consequences!

Kind of you

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