Rambling Rose Page #3

But they'd think I did.

I don't see why you're so worried.

It was my idea. - You don't get it.

They'd blame me, not you.

They'd think I was awful.

A disgusting girl, which I am.

But please don't tell! Please!

Rose, what did those scoundrels

in Birmingham want with you?

They wanted what you said.

- For you to be a prostitute?

How much do they pay girls to do it?

In the house in Birmingham, 3 dollars.

The girls got a dollar

and the house took two.

How many men did they have to

do it with in a day? - I don't know.

10 or 12, I guess. Maybe more.

Twelve, that's a lot of men.

They probably had BO.

and needed shaves.

Probably.

On the other hand,

12 men a day at a dollar each.

In two days, you'd make

what you make here in a month.

Buddy, I don't want to be no whore.

I can't. It'd kill me.

But that isn't why

I don't want you to tell them.

The reason is...

...I love it here.

I love your whole family.

And Buddy...

I don't want to have to go.

So please...

...if you like me a little bit...

...don't tell them, please!

I know that I'm a bad girl.

But please have pity on me. Please.

Buddy, don't tell them. Please don't.

I won't tell on you, Rose.

They could

put splinters under my fingernails...

...and I would never tell.

Because I love you, Rose.

Thank you, Buddy.

When I start bothering your Daddy,

even worse, robbing a cradle,

I gotta face the facts of life.

T omorrow...

I'm going to get myself up and go out.

Get yourself up and go out?

Buddy,

Mr. Right is out there somewheres,

and I'm going to find him.

If I have to wake you up

at 11:
00 in the morning,

either you're sick,

or you were up very late last night.

You weren't reading

"Huckleberry Finn".

I looked in your room.

It's not there.

What were you doing?

I have to tell the truth.

- Of course.

I was reading one of those

dirty comic books. - Oh, Brother!

I'm so disappointed in you.

You mustn't read them.

They degrade the human image.

They're filthy.

- Sex isn't ugly.

It's very beautiful. The creative

power of the universe designed it.

I know. We must respect it.

We must be in awe of it.

Oh, I am in awe of it.

- Not enough. Get the castor oil.

Can't it be Calomel? - This is not

punishment. It's for your health.

If you act like this,

you are full of poisons, you are sick.

Here, Buddy.

Here we go. Open up.

One, two, open up.

Good.

Goddamn crap.

What'd you say?

I said "putrid stuff. "

- No, you didn't, Brother.

I did. Your hearing aid isn't working.

He's lying.

- Doll, I'll cut your guts out.

And yesterday he stole money out...

- Shut up, you brat!

Children, be quiet.

The strangest

vibrations are in this house today.

Where is Rose, anyway?

Getting herself up to go out.

- What did you say?

She's getting herself up to go out.

- Out? Oh, yes, it's Thursday.

Oh! Hello, Rose, dear.

My, you're looking..

...pretty. - Like my outfit?

I made most of it myself.

Well...

It's very... cheerful.

I have a knack for designing clothes.

For the day...

isn't it... tight?

- It's meant to be clinging.

Holy catfish!

What have you done to yourself?

I got myself up is all.

- Got yourself up?

I'm going out. - You're going

out in public like in those clothes?

Darling, I wish

you wouldn't pick on Rose.

Ignore him. You look very pretty.

- You're sweet.

Come on, Waski, stop it.

- No.

Daddy, Buddy was up late

reading dirty comic books.

Mother gave him castor oil,

and he cursed it, and took

the Lord's name in vain,

then he claimed he hadn't said it.

Don't be a tattletale. You mustn't be

Delilahish with your brother.

I'm only trying to help him.

- What a hypocrite.

You must talk to him. He was

reading those ghastly books again.

Lay off that stuff, son.

It upsets your mother.

I mean seriously speak with him.

He shouldn't

read those depraved things.

OK.

I'll take him with me downtown.

You, too, Rose, if you want a ride.

I'd love one.

I'm going out amongst 'em, boys.

Gumballs...

Gumballs!

- Yes, ma'am.

My feet sure do hurt.

I bet they don't hurt as much as mine.

Why do yours hurt?

- I'm a salesman. Do a lot of walking.

Incredible, the swiftness of it.

The girl strikes like a cobra.

That girl bothers me.

She bothers you?

In what way, dear?

It is a little tedious

having her around.

You think Rose is tedious?

I don't think she's tedious.

I think

she's the very opposite of tedious.

From a man's standpoint,

she's tedious.

She's back.

And in one piece, I hope.

I thought you liked Rose.

- I'm crazy about Rose.

I just hope she

isn't a hotcha character, that's all.

Hotcha character?

What you don't understand is,

it's positive energy on this planet.

It's what we do with it

that makes it negative.

Darling, don't go off

into the 4th dimension, all right?

Every time...

Every time I say something important,

you always say

I've gone off into the 4th dimension.

Well I don't entirely grasp

your philosophy, but I respect it.

I respect it.

Then I wish you wouldn't

say cynical and mean things,

that go against life itself.

What's so cynical about hoping

Rose isn't a hotcha character?

She just wants

to look pretty, that's all.

We are not going to argue about this.

I can see that you are beyond reason.

So are you, dear.

So are you.

I don't want to talk to you.

I'm not going to talk with you.

I can't hear you.

Sweetheart, your hearing aid

is buzzing. I didn't hear you.

I said be quiet.

I don't want to talk to you anymore.

I have nothing to say.

It's obvious you don't love me,

or even respect me.

I love and adore you, sweetheart.

You know that.

Do you?

You know I do.

I just hope that Rose's bite

isn't as bad as her bark.

It's not.

You just don't understand her.

It isn't sex she wants. It's love.

Those silly clothes she wears

is the only way she knows to get it.

You may be right, but I'm afraid we'll

rue the day Rosebud came to our house.

I disagree with you.

She's a very sweet girl.

And she loves children.

She loves everybody,

that's her problem.

Everybody.

- That's not a bad quality.

No, it's a beautiful quality.

You're right as rain, sweetheart.

You sleepy?

- No.

You sleepy?

Can you hear me?

- I don't need to, I can feel you.

Rose!

The scruffy man is back in the garden.

- Well, I don't know him.

I'm going to call Daddy.

Have a good stay.

Grand Hotel.

The scruffy looking man is back.

I'll be right there.

Where is he?

- Over there.

Come here! Come back here, you!

Come back here!

I couldn't catch him.

He ran like a deer.

I don't know him.

Doll, I got St. Louis

on my crystal radio.

I don't care about your radio.

I'm worried about Rose.

She's awful dumb.

- She's not dumb, Doll Baby.

Her basic intelligence

is probably above average.

Then why does she act so dumb?

Daddy petrifies her so intensely,

her brain blows a fuse.

And she doesn't like to think anyhow.

Son-of-b*tch! What're you doing here?

Knock me out!

Knock me out right here!

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