The Black Orchid Page #3
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- 1958
- 96 min
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Have you got to make a song
and dance out of it?
Yes.
Yes, I saved it.
GUARD:
I have the keys,card here. Yes, sir.
That's correct.
Yes, sir.
You don't smoke, do you?
I'm kind of anxious
to see your boy.
Does he look like you?
GUARD:
Mrs. Bianco.Mrs. Bianco, please.
Yes?
Mr. Harmon wants
to talk with you.
Hey, Rose. Hey, Rose.
I'll wait for you here, huh?
He ran away?
Come and sit down,
Mrs. Bianco.
He ran away or not?
Tell me.
Ralphie didn't run away.
Oh, thank God.
Thank the boy who warned me
in time to stop him.
Warned you what?
Ralphie was all set
to run away last night.
And you take the word
of one of these boys?
from being transferred
to the reform school.
I'm sorry.
It's just that I get so scared.
I understand.
He promised he wouldn't
do it again.
But he can't help himself.
Listen, why don't you
let him come home.
again from those parking meters?
He got the key from his father.
Now the cops have got the key,
and his father's
dead and buried.
And the crowd that Ralphie was
mixed up in, they buried too?
Mrs. Bianco, we're not
protecting society from Ralphie.
We're trying to protect
Ralphie from society.
Where is he now?
Confined to his room.
I can see him?
It isn't permitted, so...
don't get caught.
Oh, Rose,
is something wrong?
You look worried.
I've got to talk
with Ralphie.
Oh, Rose, will you ask Ralphie
if I could meet him some Sunday?
I'd like to very much.
All right.
(children playing
outside)
Yell and get it
over with.
I didn't come to yell.
What did Harmon say?
He covered up for you.
Ralphie, why do you keep
running away?
Where does it get you?
Out.
You got to stop running.
Don't give me advice.
Just get me out of here.
( sobs )
Don't cry. I'm sick
of seeing you cry.
Ma, I'm sorry I said that.
Please, Ma.
All right.
See, I'm not crying.
Ma...
I try and stand it here.
But at nights,
I lie in bed
and I sweat.
Don't think of him.
Forget him.
Maybe I don't want to.
Put him out of your head.
He did you enough harm
while he was alive.
He did me harm?
( children chatter
indistinctly outside )
You know, Mr. Harmon
is really a good man.
I'm beginning to see there are
a few good men in this life.
Just the other night, for instance,
I'm sitting in the
yard making flowers,
and this man starts laughing and--
What man?
Oh, Frank Valente.
The Gallos' friend.
Ralphie, honest,
if there was a law against
making people like you,
this man would be
in the electric chair.
Do you like him?
He's the first person
made me laugh in years.
Coming here on the bus today,
he was--
You took him here?
But, Ralphie,
he's dying to meet you.
And besides, I need you to decide
if I should see him again.
I want you to okay him.
She brings a guy to the state farm
to be okay'd by a juvenile delinquent.
Next Sunday's all right?
It's your funeral.
Take care.
Bye.
Goodbye.
You like the country,
Rose?
It reminds me of home.
Yeah.
Italy.
You don't wanna go back, huh?
To what?
They're all dead over there.
Yeah.
You know,
I've got a cousin
who just lives
for visiting graves.
Every Sunday,
he's in some cemetery.
One week, a tombstone
fell on him
and broke his collarbone.
That's very funny.
Hey, Rose, when we get home,
why don't you come have supper
with Mary and me, huh?
At my house?
Frank, don't be so quick.
I feel quick.
All right.
Next Sunday,
I'll meet Ralphie,
and you meet Mary.
You sure Ralphie said
it was all right, huh?
Oh, yes, I'm sure.
But do you think Mary--?
She's all up in the clouds,
with the wedding and all.
A girl about
to get married,
the world's like
a diamond for her.
Mary, will you listen
to me, please?
But Noble,
why do we have to eat here?
Why can't we all
go down to my place,
and I'll fix
some sandwiches and coffee?
I want egg rolls.
Well, you don't have
to yell.
You know, you're ruining
the whole date for Alma and Joe,
not just us.
Who's ruining?
Noble, don't you want me
to cook for you?
Now, what do you mean, me?
It's not me
you're thinking about.
You're worried
about your father.
So we'll come home starving.
Mary, do me a favor, will you?
Just once today, consider me.
What do you mean,
"just once"?
Mary, I want you to stay here
and have egg rolls with me.
Okay?
Alma? Hey, listen,
I'm going.
I'll call you tomorrow,
okay? So long, Joe.
They're not even
married yet.
my mother and the old man.
Noble, go after her.
Eh, I'm going home.
Good night, Alma.
I'll see you, Joe.
Friday night, I'm giving her
the wedding shower.
Try to come, huh?
Yeah, sure.
And you want me to get married.
What do you want from me?
(chattering)
Try this side.
This side?
Is that Mary?
No, no. It's okay.
It's only Joanne.
Oh, good.
Oh, hi, Joanne.
She's not here yet.
We're both in pink.
Oh, it looks lovely.
Mom, did you remember
to invite Rose?
No, but I do it right now.
Good.
Girls,
coffee's ready.
Rose?
Hey, Rose!
Hey, what?
Come on over here.
I gotta talk to you.
I have to go out.
I can't stop here.
See, I invite you to a party,
and you have to go out.
You didn't invite me to a party.
I'm doing it now.
Alma's giving Mary
She told me to invite you.
Who, Mary?
No, Alma.
It's gotta be a surprise
for the bride.
Well, I can't come.
I've got an appointment.
Tomorrow, go confess
to the priest how you tell lies.
I'm not lying.
Then you'll come?
I told you, I've got a date.
After the date,
you come and have coffee.
You and Frank.
Why didn't you wear a jacket?
I'm not cold.
(rings buzzer)
All right, baby,
have a nice time, huh?
But aren't you
coming in?
No, you tell everybody
hello for me.
You're not playing cards
tonight.
I got something else to do.
Mary, come in.
GIRLS:
Surprise!(excited chattering)
Hi.
Hey.
Hey.
Gee, you look beautiful.
It's not bad enough I have dates,
it has to be in front of a church.
You know, you're really beautiful.
Hey, Rose.
Yeah?
Let's go to a movie, huh?
But I am in mourning.
Well,
we'll see a sad movie.
And thanks again.
Good night, Ruthie.
Well, did you enjoy the shower?
Oh, it was lovely,
Alm.
And I really was surprised.
Kid, what's the matter?
Nothing.
Oh, look, I know you
since grammar school.
Honey, everything will
be all right with Noble.
I guess it's just nerves,
Alm.
You know, over the wedding
and getting the gown made.
You know, most girls act
like it's going on a picnic
when they get married.
You? You get a nervous breakdown.
Well, wait till you're the bride.
Wait is right.
Especially if it's Joe
I'm waiting for.
I guess Papa
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