The Piano Lesson Page #12
- PG
- Year:
- 1995
- 95 min
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BAINES stops as he comes to a freshly placed fence post. STEWART winds
down his complaints watching BAINES anxiously. BAIXES walks down to
the next one. he touches the freshly split post.
(tentatively) I thought I might
as well mark it out.
BAINES:
Yes, why not.
STEWART:
Ada says you're doing well with
the piano?
BAINES keeps walking from post to post.
STEWART:
I'll have to come and hear you
play. what do you play.
BAINES:
Nothing just yet
STEWART:
No. Well I suppose it takes
time.
Sc 74EXT STEWARTS VEGETABLE PATCHDAYSc 74
ADA has cut a good sized cabbage in the vegetable patch. She throws it
to FLORA who misses, dropping it in a pool of mud, spattering her face
and dress. ADA smiles and FLORA who was about to cry gives the cabbage
a big football beet towards her mother. ADA's mouth falls open, but
then she too kicks it and they begin to dribble the mud caked cabbage
towards the hut, all the time signing playful insults. Into this
arrives STEWART.
STEWART:
Baines can't play a damn thing.
Is that right he can't play a
thing?
We're going to lose that land,
the way he was carrying on over
it.
Is he musical? You've got to
teach him a song. Something
simple.
FLORA has her foot on the cabbage, she nudges it off behind her. It
roll down the hill. STEWART can't help but notice,
STEWART:
What's that?
He follows the cabbage down the hill' where he scrapes some of the mud
off.
This thing's been knocked to
pieces.
Sc 75 INT/EXT BAINES' HUT DAY Sc 75
FLORA is seen through BAINES' window Inside, ADA as ever charts her
progress on the black keys, eleven. She turns to BAINES for
instructions. BAINES is not himself, he is sulky and distant.
BAINES:
Do what you like. Play what you
like.
ADA is perplexed by this turn about of behaviour. A little
uncertainly, she sets about her playing. After a little she too turns
to see what BAINES is doing. He's not there. She is surprised then
anxious as she fears the deal may be off when there are flaw so few
keys to go. She starts to play again, but her anxieties prove too
great. She stops and listens. She looks out the window, where FLORA is
mucking about in the yard. She walks to his bedroom, listens, then
opens the door. BAINES stands naked looking at her. ADA is taken aback
BAINES:
I want to lie together without
clothes on. How many would that
be?
ADA holds up ten fingers an impossibly high number of keys.
BAINES nods.
ADA is surprised; she didn't expect him to agree. ADA checks again
holding up her hands.
BAINES:
Yes, ten keys.
Hesitantly, she starts to undress. She lies on her petticoat, having
deemed the bed too dirty. BAINES lies, very still on top of her. A
scraping sound is heard.
Sc 76 EXT/INT BAINES' HUT DAY Sc 76
FLORA is outside walking on sticks and logs trying to make sure she
never puts her foot on the ground. She looks over at the house
suddenly aware that the piano playing has stopped again. She
investigates the mystery peeping through the various cracks and holes
in the loosely built hut. Her vision is always only parts of bodies,
the venture is one of challenge and curiosity.
Sc 77 EXT NATIVE PINE FOREST DAY Sc 77
FLORA and three small Maori children play amongst some native pines.
Two MAORI WOMEN smoke and chat nearby. The children rub up and down
against the tree trunks kissing and hugging them. The game has an edge
of promiscuity to it as they exchange trunks and hug one tree as a
group. Unseen by the children STEWART marches towards FLORA. He pulls
her off the tree.
STEWART:
Never behave like that, never
any where. You are greatly
shamed and you have shamed
those trunks. (trees)
The MAORI WOMEN keep up an unacknowledged chant.
MAORI WOMEN:
What o'clock say Mr Stewart?
-Ge Tupeka?
(got tobacco?)
-Time for puff puff.
Sc 78 EXT NATIVE PINE FORESTDAY Sc 7$
With a bucket of dull soapy water FLORA begins the task of washing the
tree trunks.
The MAORI WOMEN laugh and point to their feet meaning her to wash them
too. Their children are lying in their laps playing string games.
Sc 79 EXT NATIVE PINE FORESTDUSK Sc 79
FLORA is still washing the tree trunk silhouetted against the evening
sky
FLORA is tearful and sorry for herself. The job has an increased
futility as it has begun to rain- STEWART is inspecting her penance.
She follows STPWART about the trees.
FLORA:
(sulkily) I know why Mr. Baines
can't play the piano.
STEWART:
You've missed this bit.
FLORA:
She never gives him a turn.
STEWART stops and looks at her.
pleases, sometimes she doesn't
play at all.
STEWART continues through the trees more slowly.
STEWART:
And when is the next lesson?
FLORA:
Tomorrow.
FLORA puts her bucket on her head to protect herself from the rain.
Sc 80 EXT PATH TO BAINES' DAY Sc 8O
The next day is very windy, the tops of trees are thrashed by fierce
gusts of wind and some smaller branches crash to the ground. ADA's
long dress and cape flap uncontrollably. FLORA's smaller cape stands
out on end. Birds fly in mad wind-battered courses, swooped up then
strangely drawn down.
ADA and FLORA arrive at BAINES' place to see the piano emerge from the
hut carried by six MAORI MEN, one of whom does nothing but walk beside
it "plonking" the keys. Another group of MAORIS sit cross-legged on
the verandah playing draughts. Panicked ADA hurries down the hill to
the hut. FLORA follows behind.
Sc 82 INT BAINES' HUT DAY Sc 82
Inside the hut, HIRA, the old woman from the bathing spot, is smoking
her pipe. ADA enters distraught and indicates what she has seen. Her
face is flushed and whipped by the wind. She is much more expressive
than normal.
BAINES:
you. I've had enough. The
arrangement is making you a
whore and me wretched.
I want you to care for me, but
you can't.
BAINES sits down on a chair and prepares to eat, somewhat ignoring
ADA. ADA is confused not quite believing the situation. She watches
BAINES for some kind of confirmation.
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