The Rose Tattoo Page #4

Here we are.

Good.

Let's fix your hair.

There you are.

Fine.

Jack?

Mama is ready to meet you.

Mama, su. Su, Mama.

Mama didn't sleep good last night.

Mama, this is Jack Hunter.

Hello, Mrs. Delle Rose.

It sure is a pleasure to meet you.

I was hoping to see you

at the graduation, Mrs. Delle Rose.

My sister was graduating.

My mother was there, and my father.

I... I was hoping you could

all get together.

Mama.

Jack... Jack brought you

some flowers.

I hope you are as partial

to roses as I am.

Mama.

Mama, say something.

Say something simple, like, "Thanks. "

Thanks.

- I think your mama...

- No.

Oh, my diploma.

Yes, show Mama my diploma.

- Where is it?

- It's on the table there, near the piano.

Excuse me. I'll get it.

Mama. Mama, what's happened?

Can't you tell me, Mama?

Is it because of this morning?

Look, it's only a scratch.

Forget it, Mama.

Think it was just a bad dream

that never happened.

Here it is.

Look what I got, my diploma.

Father De Leo gave them out.

- Diploma?

- Si, right there.

You got the diploma?

Put it in the drawer,

with your father's clothes.

Mrs. Delle Rose, you should be very,

very proud of your daughter.

You know, Rosa was so pretty

when she walked on the stage

that people went:

Just like that.

Do you know what I mean?

They all went:

Because your daughter, Rosa,

was so lovely-looking.

How does it feel to be the mother

of the prettiest girl in the world?

Would you mind shutting up? Pazza.

Shut the front door, please.

There was a policeman come here

because of some trouble.

Mama, I've never seen you like this.

What will Jack think?

What do I care what Jack thinks?

You wild, wild, crazy thing, you,

with the eyes of your father.

Yes, ma'am, you certainly got a right

to be very proud of your daughter.

I'm proud of the memory

of her father.

He was a baron.

And who are you?

- What are you?

- Mama, I just introduced him.

- His name is Jack Hunter.

- Hunter?

Yes, ma'am, Hunter. Jack Hunter.

- What are you hunting, Jack?

- Mama. Mama.

What all of them are hunting.

To have a good time,

and the devils cares who pays for it.

I'm sick of men,

and I'm sick of women.

You, Rosa, get out... till I talk

to this boy, huh?

- I didn't bring Jack here to be insulted.

- No, it's all right, honey. It's all right.

Go on, let your mama talk to me.

I think your mama's just got

a slight wrong impression.

I got a... I got an impression.

Well, I'll get dressed.

Mama... Mama, please don't

spoil it for me.

The happiest day of my life.

- Mrs. Delle Rose...

- Delle Rose.

- Mrs. Delle Rose...

- Delle Rose. OK.

I'm sorry about all this. Believe me,

the last thing I had in mind

was getting mixed up

in a family situation.

Look, I come home

after three months at sea.

My sister was going to a high-school

dance, and she took me with her.

And there I met your daughter.

- What did you do?

- At the dance?

- We danced.

- What did you do after that?

We went to a place and had

an ice-cream soda, chocolate.

You mean you haven't been

alone with my Rosa, huh?

Alone or not alone,

what's the point of that question?

- I still don't see the point of it.

- No.

I'll show you the point.

We are Sicilians.

We don't leave the girls with the boys

they are not engaged to.

Mrs. Delle Rose,

this is the United States.

I know, but we are Sicilians.

We are not cold-blooded.

My girl is innocent, pure.

She is, or she was.

I would like to know which.

Mrs. Delle Rose,

I gotta tell you something.

You may not believe it.

It's a hard thing to say.

Say it. Say it.

Well, maybe I'm a sailor and all that,

and the things they say about sailors...

But all of us...

I mean, a girl in every port and all.

- No?

- I haven't got a girl in every port.

I haven't got a girl in no port,

anyplace.

What I'm getting at is...

...I am innocent too.

What? No.

- I don't believe it.

- Well, it's true, though.

This is the first time

I really wanted to.

Wanted to what?

Make love.

You, a sailor.

Well, I had opportunities to, but...

Well, I always thought of my mother.

Well, I always asked myself,

would she or would she not think

this or that person was decent.

But...

But with my daughter, my Rosa,

your mother tell you,

"OK, go ahead, son. " Huh, no?

Oh, Mrs. Delle Rose...

Mrs. Delle Rose, I...

She say she's in love.

And you?

You say you are in love?

Yes, ma'am, I do.

I'm in love, very much.

Cretini. Tutti e due.

I'm ready for Diamond Key.

Get out on the porch, Diamond Key.

Ale, ale.

Ale.

- Yes, Mama.

- OK.

- What are you, Catholic?

- Me? Yes, ma'am. Catholic.

- You don't look Catholic to me.

- Mama, how do Catholics look?

Do they look different

from anyone else?

You will stay out on the porch. Huh?

- All right.

- Thank you.

Turn around, will you?

- Do what, ma'am?

- I said, turn around.

Mama, what are you doing?

Get out till I call you!

Why do they make them Navy pants

so tight? I don't know.

That's a question you'll have to ask

the Navy, Mrs. Delle Rose.

Mama, will you stop asking

so many questions?

You see what I got?

A wild thing in the house.

Mrs. Delle Rose...

Delle Rose,

I guess Sicilians

are very emotional people.

I want nobody

to take advantage of that.

Look, you got the wrong idea

about me, Mrs. Delle Rose.

I know what men want.

Not to eat ice cream with girls

or dance on the floor, no.

And boys are the same,

only younger.

- Come here.

- Mama!

Mama! Let me in the door, Jack!

Mrs. Delle Rose,

your daughter's calling you.

Let her call. Don't worry about it.

Come here. Come here.

- You said you're a Catholic, ain't you?

- Yes, ma'am.

- Kneel down here.

- Mama, now what?

Go away, will you?

And say after me what I say.

What? Why? Why?

I promise the Holy Mother

- that I will respect the...

- Mama!

Today I kill you if you don't leave.

- Are you gonna say it?

- Yes, ma'am.

OK.

- Go ahead.

- What was it again?

I promise the Holy Mother...

I promise the Holy Mother...

That I will respect the innocence...

That I will respect the innocence...

Of the daughter Rosa

of Rosario Delle Rose.

Of the daughter Rosa

of Mrs. Delle Rose.

No, Rosario Delle Rose.

Of Rosario Delle Rose.

Get up.

I'm satisfied.

- Wonderful!

- I'm satisfied.

- Wonderful, Mama.

- Let me breathe. Let me breathe.

Let me go! Let me go!

- No, please, Mama.

- Crazy thing. Crazy...

- Jack, kiss Mama.

- Mama, kiss Jack.

Won't kiss Jack! Won't kiss Jack!

Are you crazy, kiss? Me? Me?

Oh, my.

Kiss my hand.

- OK.

- Mama, get some wine glasses.

There, there.

Oh, they're here.

They're calling. Coming!

Come on, Jack!

Come on, Rosa!

OK, OK! Goodbye, Mama.

Goodbye.

- Good night, Mrs. Delle Rose.

- Goodbye, but...

But the wine.

Come on, let's go!

The wristwatch.

Where is it?

Rosa! Rosa!

Your little wristwatch!

With seventeen jewels in it! Rosa!

Rosa, Rosa.

Rosa, Rosa.

Oh, Lady, speak to me.

Tell me it isn't true.

Give me a sign.

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