Rambling Rose Page #4

I got a loaded shotgun,

so you better get outta here quick!

And don't come back.

I'll blow your heads off!

You children go to bed.

Very good, Rose.

Waski would like some.

Give her your juice glass.

Waski, pass the syrup to your brother.

Doll, do you want some?

Well, Rose..

my sleep was disturbed last night.

So was Mrs. Hillyer's

and the children's. How about you?

Was your sleep disturbed, too?

Why, yes, it was.

I heard strange voices.

Strange voices, Rose?

Rose,

stop behaving as if you were Bo-Peep.

I'm not behaving

as if I'm Bo-Peep, sir.

Those men had a fight

because of some female in this house,

and it wasn't Dolly or Mrs. Hillyer.

Well, it's because...

I don't know them.

They're strangers to me.

Darling?

I don't think Rose is well.

She may have a fever.

It's not my fault

if the girl has the Epizootics.

Rose, when I have to

get up at night to defend my home,

against 2 scoundrels in the bushes...

They weren't scoundrels.

They were just boys.

Boyfriends of Rose's

And why shouldn't she have boyfriends?

Don't you think she's human,

the same as you are yourself?

Just a moment, dear.

All I meant is, I wouldn't want

any young woman living in my house,

traipsing out at night,

meeting strange orangutans

to discuss the New Deal with 'em.

I'm not going to listen to this.

We're having a conversation,

and you bring in orangutans?

Darling, please.

Scrappers in the bushes, whatever.

It's the South with its

horrible traditions of slavery

and oppression of women.

The South has

nothing to do with this. Now, Rose...

You cannot fire this girl.

Not for having boyfriends.

Not while I

have strength in my finger,

to squeeze the trigger, and shoot you

with the truth between the eyes.

I don't intend to fire her.

You don't'?

- No, I don't.

Rose, I told you she's your friend,

and would fight for you like a tiger?

Yes, sir.

Thanks to her, you get another chance.

But don't try my patience again.

There are growing children here.

You understand?

Yes, sir, I do.

I'm gonna tell Foster

and Horton to stay away from here.

I'm playing

a spectacular triple-combination.

Nine ball in the corner.

Read 'em and weep, boy.

That's all she wrote.

Mr. Hillyer,

the police Chief is on the telephone.

What exactly happened?

There was a brawl

at the "Busy Beaver" last night.

The fur was flying, the gal

was screeching. All hell broke loose.

You know Horton, the bootlegger?

- I've heard of the scoundrel.

Scoundrel is right. He near

killed a man with a beer bottle.

This girl was the cause of it all.

She bit a police officer's thumb

down to the bone.

She was real upset.

She didn't mean to bite me.

No, I didn't mean to bite him.

I got an awful bad cold.

I believe she mite be sick.

- She's as healthy as a horse.

No, I'm not, Mr. Hillyer.

I'm as sick as a dog.

You wouldn't want her

to have an arrest record.

She's your girl, Mr. Hillyer.

You want me to release her to you?

- No, not really.

But I guess we'll have to do that.

Le t the crazy creature out

and I'll take her home.

I didn't mean to bite him.

He was hitting Horton real mean,

and I just bit him accidental.

I have to get back to the hotel.

I'll speak to you later, Rose.

What is Rose going to do?

Where can she go?

I don't know. They're still in there.

I gotta find out what's going on.

Daddy will kill you, Buddy!

Who says that our morals

are any better than hers?

The idea that one set of morals

is as good as another is ridiculous.

Ridiculous!

Maybe so, but Rose has never hurt

anybody, and she never would.

She bit

a policeman's thumb to the bone!

I'm sure that in her heart,

her intentions were good.

Good intentions are what

the road to hell is paved with.

You can have a good heart

and still do a lot of harm.

Excuse me.

I could have sworn I saw that boy.

Rascal.

I just don't understand how

Rose could be a bad influence.

She has a loving nature.

You should want

someone like that around the children.

Why do you think all men like her?

- I've got a pretty good idea.

You mean sex?

You couldn't be more wrong.

Anybody with common sense can be

sexy. Rose likes those boys and men.

She has love in her heart.

That's why they follow her.

Sweetheart,

I'm sorry, but Rose has to go.

Well, let me talk to her.

What's happening?

Mother fought like a tiger, but...

- Is Rose going to have to leave?

She might.

- I don't think it's fair!

What did Rose do?

- She bit a policeman's thumb.

She shouldn't have bitten anyone,

but I don't see why she has to leave.

She didn't do anything really bad.

Dear, are you alright?

Rose, you're ill.

You're burning up!

I don't need to go to the hospital.

I'll die if I go to the hospital!

No you won't. You listen.

I promise you're not going to.

We're coming right behind you.

It's a safe place.

The hospital is huge.

We're going to say a prayer for Rose.

It's going to be alright.

We better say a prayer for her.

She's in here.

The girl's as strong as an ox.

That is what's keeping her alive.

But not many people

walk away from double-pneumonia.

She looks terrible. She looks awful.

Of course. And I am puzzled

by your delay in bringing her here.

Her illness was grossly neglected,

I don't understand why this occurred.

We didn't know she was so sick.

I think normal powers of observation

night have suggested it to you.

Rose hid it from us.

She's afraid of the hospital.

Afraid of the hospital?

Deathly afraid. Her people are poor

farmers, she doesn't know medicine.

That girl is a product

of the hookworm and pellagra belt?

Yes. She's from a poor dirt farm.

I find that unbelievable.

Aside from her illness at the moment,

she is very strong.

and a splendid specimen

of a young human female.

And a comely one.

She has the figure of a Venus do Milo.

She definitely got protein as a child.

Rose is an amazing girl.

We took her to our dentist.

She had perfect teeth. No cavities!

Just so.

You don't get perfect teeth

eating sorghum syrup and hoecake.

She had protein. Which also accounts

for her superb aeriferous endowment.

Her what?

Lung capacity, sir.

That's why I believe she will survive,

despite delay in medical treatment.

That's all I want to know.

Thank you for your discourse, Doctor.

Very interesting, I'm sure.

Now let's get out of here

before I get the epizootics myself.

Thank you, Doctor.

I beg you pardon... "Epi-zoo-tics"?

You mean "Epi-zo-o-tics"?

An animal epidemic?

No, I mean epi-zoo-tics.

T elling me about epizootics!

They oughtta hang that polecat!

You don't like him because

he's a Yankee. - He's a polecat, dear.

Rosebud looked pitiful in that bed.

I hope she's alright.

But I still think we should fire her.

How can you think of that

at a time like this?

When she recovers, dear.

He's so smart and good inside.

And so unhappy with a rich wife not

understanding, her being a southerner.

You're too uncritical of people.

But you don't know

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