The Hasty Heart Page #7

- Take his shoes off.

- I'm all right now.

No, you aren't.

You must lie down and rest.

- But I just got up.

- Did you hear me?

Yes, ma'am.

I'll get you some medicine.

Remember, no more speeches.

But I was just giving my friends

the benefit of my experience.

Take it easy, Lachie.

Hey, why don't you roll over?

I'll give you a rub.

- I'll get the alcohol.

- Go on, Lachie, it'll do you good, boy.

Thanks.

Here you are.

- Do you think you'll be all right, Lachie?

- Of course he'll be all right.

Come on outside,

we'll get a bit of fresh air.

- Yeah, that's an idea.

- Hey, Blossom, come on.

See you later, Lachie.

We'll see you outside, Lachie.

- Yank?

- Aye?

Now that the war's over,

what are you going to do?

You've got no place to go but America.

- Well, it isn't that bad.

- Well, I've been thinking.

You could stay at my wee house

in Scotland for a while.

For as long as you like.

Well, that's mighty nice of you,

buster, but...

You're going to turn me down,

like the others.

It isn't a case of turning you down.

We've all got places

we've been dreaming about

and wanting to see again.

Just like you and your wee house

in Scotland.

For me it's a little place

on the Rock River, Dixon, Illinois.

But once you get back there

I'll not hear of you again.

Well, of course you will.

Just because we're a few miles apart

doesn't mean

we're gonna forget each other.

I'll be writing to you.

- You'll write me a letter?

- Certainly, we all will.

A letter in my own name?

Lachlan MacLachlan,

- Esquire?

- Esquire.

Oh, that'll be fine.

Here, Lachie, drink this.

Yank, the Colonel wants to see you.

- Okay.

- Yank, I'll write you, too.

I'll send you a photo of my house

in Scotland.

Send me a picture of you in that kilt.

Looks like the only way

I'll ever get to see it.

I guess he'll be leaving us

in a couple of days.

So soon?

He's going for his final examination.

Oh, I'll miss him sore.

We all will.

I even find myself wishing

he was not well enough to leave.

- That's selfish, I suppose.

- No, not exactly.

We all hate to see good friends leave.

You know, Sister,

Yank's gonna write to me.

- Is he?

- Aye.

He says they'll all write to me.

I'll be getting letters

from all over the world.

- That should make you very proud.

- Aye.

No matter where I go in my life

I'll not be alone.

I'll have friends.

Good friends.

Rest, Lachie.

Don't talk so much.

Where's Lachie?

Inside. He's having a nap.

- What did Old Cobwebs say?

- Yeah, when are you going?

- Well, as a matter of fact, I...

- Yank?

Yeah?

The Colonel just called.

What's this about you

not wanting to go home?

- Eh?

- What's that?

What do you mean?

Of course I wanna go home.

- I haven't been feeling well lately.

- You haven't?

What's wrong?

I don't know.

My hands have been shaking a little,

- and I get a lot of headaches.

- You're a liar, but a nice liar.

I don't know what you're talking about.

This'll make it much easier for Lachie,

but what about you?

- You must be barmy.

- Don't be a fool, Yank. Go on home.

There's nothing more

we can do for Lachie.

Look, I...

Corporal MacLachlan.

Present and ready for your inspection, sir.

Oh, Lachie, it's beautiful.

That's jolly!

Come on down.

We'll all have a look at you.

I put it on for you, Yank.

I knew you'd want to see it before you left.

Do you like it?

Now I know why

those Scot troops are so proud.

I thought, since you were going away...

Yeah, well, to tell you the truth, Lachie,

I'm not leaving just yet.

- You're not? Sister, I thought you said...

- Well.

Old Cobwebs changed his mind

this morning.

- There's something wrong with my head.

- Oh? Nothing serious?

Oh, no, just an occasional hole

here and there.

- That's all.

- Oh, that's fine.

Oh, I mean, I'm sorry you're not

going home, but I'm glad you're staying.

- Now, I can take this off.

- Oh, wait a minute, buster,

we want a picture of you in that outfit.

Get your camera, Sister.

I've never had my photo took in my life!

Oh, no. I refuse! I absolutely refuse.

All right now, be very still.

Ready?

Smile.

Lachie, could you smile a little more?

I cannot make an expression at will.

Well, if you can't smile a little more,

see if you can frown a little less.

Go on, do what Sister tells you.

Now, ready,

one, two, three.

There. I think that'll be a good one.

Now, let's take one of Lachie by himself.

Oh, no!

I refuse.

- I absolutely refuse.

- Why?

- Well, I can not face that alone.

- What are you talking about?

It won't hurt a bit. Stand right here

and we'll tell you what to do.

All right, I'm being harried into it,

but let's go on with it.

Come on, Blossom.

Now, Lachie, just pretend you're standing

on your own land,

- Iooking down the road.

- Up to your kilt in heather.

Lachie, can't you stand some other way

except with your arms crossed?

Well, I...

There, that's nice. Now, ready.

Still.

Lachie, don't move about so much.

Well, I do not ken

what to do with my hands.

- Stand on them.

- Put them in your pockets.

Just stand up straight and look happy.

Yeah, face this way

and keep your head up.

And don't look so uncomfortable.

All right now.

Lachie, shade your eyes with one hand.

You're looking down the road

for your sheep.

Facing this way.

Tommy, get out of the picture!

Yes, Sister.

Ready, smile.

- Lachie, smile.

- I cannot smile.

You'd better grab it while you can.

He's getting mad.

All right, one, two, three.

- That's it.

- That's a good boy, lad. Nice work.

Say, a mad Scot in a kilt

is really something terrific.

I thought you were my friends.

Thank you, Lachie, you were very patient

and handsome.

- Yank, would you get those developed.

- Okay.

Now, some of you boys go over to

the main block and pick up the bathtub.

They've promised to loan it to us

for a couple of days.

Okay. We'll do that.

Now, if you'll pardon me,

I'll put my kilt away.

Oh, what's the hurry, Lachie?

We haven't had time to see it properly.

Yeah, we haven't been able to examine it.

- Well, you have my photo to study.

- That won't tell us what we want to know.

- I mean, it's such a beautiful kilt.

- Yeah, it's such a lovely color.

We want to see it swing.

Lachie, how about walking about a bit?

- That's a good idea!

- Yeah, go on, boy.

- All right, if you wish it.

- That's a good boy. Come on, then.

There we are.

- Well, that's smashing, Lachie.

- Very nice.

- Very nice indeed.

- Smashing, eh?

Well, tell me, Lachie.

What happens if you have to make

a little turn?

Well, there's a wee flare.

- A wee flare? Hey, what's that like?

- I think we ought to see that, Lachie.

Very interesting.

Tell me, Lachie, what happens

if you had to do a very quick turn?

Nothing.

Nothing?

I should have thought

it had been as graceful as a fountain.

- A beautiful sight.

- Oh, lovely, lovely.

So I don't think we should miss it, Lachie.

Tommy!

Are you boys going to get that tub, or not?

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