The Rose Tattoo Page #2

- Assassina!

- Vigliacca!

Sporcacciona!

Somebody stop the piano!

Stop it!

Stop it. Ferma!

Ferma.

Go home.

My father is dead.

Rosa, you're not going

to have any fun at the dance

unless you just forget

all about your dress.

Mama made five formals

for other girls.

She wouldn't make one for me.

She said if my Daddy was living

he wouldn't allow me to go

to a high-school dance.

But your father's been dead

three years. You're grown up now.

Rosa, you stop crying, or I won't

go another step with you.

I'm the only girl without a formal.

Wait. Just a minute.

I wanna fix your face.

Lutie, this is Jack Hunter.

- Hello.

- How do you do?

Who is that boy with Pauline Hunter?

That's her brother, Jack.

I think he's a dream of a dream.

- Girls, this is Art Noble and Ray Brinn.

- Hi.

- Good evening, Rosa and Violetta.

- Hello.

Jack, I'd like you to meet

Rosa Delle...

Why did Rosa run away like that?

She's all upset because

she's not wearing a formal.

Well, it's not important.

Not all girls have formals.

Excuse me.

La tua voca gentile

Piu non allieta il mio core

Come le rose d'Aprile

Le gioie d'amore...

Rose?

How do you know my name?

What other name could it be?

I'm not disappointed.

Honest, I'm not.

Well, I'm disappointed, sure, but...

What I mean is, I...

I respect you for it.

Actually, I did want to let you kiss me.

You know something?

We're locked in this place.

Locked?

Mama will kill me.

Hey, back there, did you

really want to let me?

I was scared to, though.

- My heart was beating so fast...

- You don't need to explain.

- Maybe next time I...

- When? When?

Is tomorrow OK?

Tomorrow and tomorrow

and tomorrow is OK, OK, OK.

Then tomorrow, I'll let you kiss me.

Civics, you study civics...

...till a quarter past one?

Yes, I study civics.

Civics is very important,

and tomorrow's the final.

Oh, I know.

I'm very tired, Mama.

Help me unfold the sofa, will you?

Come here, Rosa.

Come on.

Kneel to Our Lady and swear

to me you study civics.

No, I will not.

Because you don't study

no civics tonight.

"Don't study no civics. "

Why do you talk like you just

came over in steerage?

This isn't Sicily, Mother,

and you are not a baroness.

You do sewing. Daddy...

Daddy hauled bananas.

He hauled bananas and something

under the banan...

You don't study no civics no more.

- Hey, where you going?

- I'm going to Serafina house.

Yesterday she don't

give me the dress.

She don't even open the door.

We break in and get them.

And to me, she said all week,

"Domani, domani. "

But yesterday I told her, you know.

I says:

"Wait, Serafina, domani is

the high-school graduation,

"and I gotta have the dress,

because I gotta try it on my daughter. "

Because my daughter got fat,

and she's gotta give it to me today.

Come on, let's go for the dresses.

- Giuseppina, go open the door.

- In just a minute.

Serafina!

Serafina Delle Rose!

Serafina, we want the dresses!

Rosa, take it off,

or I tear it to ribbons.

Mama, please.

I've got to go to school.

- It's the last day.

- Take it off.

- Let me at least go out for graduation.

- Take it off.

Now I'm mad! And she's gotta give me

the dress whether she wants to or not.

I'm going to give them their dresses.

You ain't running out!

OK?

Rosa! Rosa!

You know I don't understand Italian,

so please.

- Now, what's happening here?

- Shut up.

You know, we came here

for the dresses...

- She cut her wrist, my daughter!

- Good heavens!

Call the doctor, please, someone.

Call the doctor.

Come in!

Mrs. Delle Rose, your daughter

has not cut her wrist.

- No? What?

- Your daughter's all right.

And you ladies, please, go away.

We don't go without our dresses.

The graduation begins,

and the girls ain't dressed.

Rosa. Come here.

Show your mother

- that you're not bleeding to death.

- Let me see.

Leave me alone. I'm so ashamed

I could die. Yes, so ashamed.

This is the way she goes

around all the time.

She hasn't put dress on

since my father was killed.

For three years,

she never puts a dress on

or goes out of the house,

and now...

Now she has locked up

my clothes so I can't go out.

She wants me to be like her,

a freak of the neighborhood.

The way she is!

Next time I won't cut my wrist,

but my throat!

On parlare cosi!

Mrs. Delle Rose, please give me

the key to your daughter's clothes

so she can dress for the graduation.

Please, Serafina, give us

our dresses, will you, please?

Now, you ladies, please.

I wanna chat with Mrs. Delle Rose.

I know, I know.

Well, you just wait outside.

Thank you. Just a moment.

Now, Mrs. Delle Rose, your daughter

missed her final examinations.

But her grades have been so good

that she'll be allowed to graduate

with her class and take

the examinations later.

You understand me,

Mrs. Delle Rose?

You see? I got a wild thing

in the house.

Now, let's not have any more

outbursts of emotion.

What?

Outbur...?

You make me sick.

Sick at my stomach, you make me.

Your school.

You make all this trouble.

You give this dance

where she gets mixed up...

Where she gets mixed up

with a sailor. With a sailor.

You're talking about

Pauline Hunter's brother Jack,

who attended the dance

with his sister?

- Attended with sister?

- Yes.

What sister? My... My daughter,

she's nobody's sister.

Don't listen to her, Miss Yorke.

Don't pay any attention to her.

- Rosa...

- I'm ready to go now.

She's lovely.

Come kiss Mama, darling.

Stop now.

- Kiss mama once...

- Leave me alone.

Don't go like that! Please!

Don't you dare come out

looking like that!

Rosa! How high is this high school

where she gets mixed up

with a sailor?

How high is this high school?

I will show you.

It's high like that horse's dirt

on the street.

That's your high school!

Scuola maledetta!

- Scuola maledetta!

- Mrs. Delle Rose,

I don't understand how a woman

that acts like you

could have such a sweet and refined

young girl for a daughter.

Oh, my.

Do you want me to talk refined,

do you?

Then do me one thing, please.

Stop ruining the girls

at the high school!

- OK?

- Serafina, look at yourself.

All these ladies here,

and you are not dressed.

I'm dressed OK! I'm not naked!

I'm so ashamed I could die.

I'm so ashamed.

Mama, you look disgusting.

Yes, disgusting!

Disgusting.

Did you hear what...?

What my daughter say to me?

"You look disgusting. "

She calls me disgusting.

Serafina, now we must

go in the house.

Come on. Come on.

How pretty she look, my daughter,

in a white dress, like a bride.

How pretty.

Go away, please.

Go away, please.

Did you hear what my daughter

called me?

She called me disgusting.

Disgusting.

There, Serafina. Thank you

very much. Thank you.

Disgusting.

Oh, the band.

I go to the high school.

I go to the high school.

Shut up, you.

I fail to understand why

we have to take a chance

missing the 12:
00

just to pick up a blouse.

I told you this blouse can mean

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