The Rose Tattoo Page #6

No, you stop first, and I'll stop.

No, you first.

Ladies first, you know?

Ladies first.

I stop. OK?

OK, me too. I stop, see?

Your shirt is torn, huh?

Oh, yes, Mrs. Delle Rose.

You tore it when I pulled you

away from the priest.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- I'll sew it for you.

- Oh, that's nothing. It's nothing.

- Forget it.

- I'll sew it for you. Come on.

I'm ready to laugh now.

Oh, my.

I'm sorry you lost your pocketbook,

you know?

How much money you got

in the pocketbook? Much?

Don't worry about it.

Let me worry about it.

Give me your shirt.

And, please, will you

open the shutters for me?

- I can't see.

- Oh, sure. Sure.

A little bit.

What, lady?

The light on the body was like

a man that lived here.

- What?

- Oh, my.

Ma che strano.

Your people,

they come from Naples?

- No, no. Sicily.

- Sicily!

Well, what's the matter?

- Nothing. Nothing.

- Che c'e?

Nothing. Nothing.

You got a bathroom in your house?

- You got a bathroom in your house?

- Of course we have a bathroom.

- We don't have one at our house.

- No?

And I would like to wash up,

because I think maybe I smell

like a goat, you know?

- Oh, please. Help yourself.

- Grazie.

- This way.

- Con permesso.

Prego.

Oh, Madonna Santa.

Madonna Santa, my husband's

body with a head of a clown.

A clown that smells like a goat.

Oh, Lady. Lady, speak to me.

Is it the sign, this?

Oh, please.

- Ciao!

- Oh, ciao. You startled me.

I washed up. I feel better.

You feel better too?

Yeah, much better, thank you.

Now I cried, and I feel much better.

That's good.

Yeah, and now I can't get up.

- You mean you can't get down.

- I mean... Yeah, I can't get down.

What's that you got in your hand?

A bottle of vino?

- What?

- Vino. Is that vino?

Yeah, Spumanti it is. Yeah.

It comes from the house

of the family of my husband.

A very great family, you know.

The Delle Rose. Barons.

- Barons?

- Yes. I...

I was a peasant,

but I married a baron.

I married a baron

when I didn't have shoes.

Oh, shoes. What shoes?

You had three very sweet things.

Heart, face and figure.

And even a baron's human.

- You know, like a truck driver.

- Yeah.

- I sew the shirt now for you, huh?

- OK.

I'm a very frank person.

I'll tell you something.

My old-maid sister, she wanted us

to meet each other.

- Yeah? Why?

- Well, she says,

"This very nice lady, this widow,

this baronessa,

"she's lonely and you're lonely.

Why don't you get acquainted?"

She wanted us to meet each other

before this time, you know?

- Really?

- Yeah, really.

I'm a frank person, too,

and I'll tell you something now.

You can tell your sister

I don't need to meet nobody,

because my husband is with me.

We are not separated.

I turn around, and I see my husband

here with me in this...

Bottle?

Bottle.

Urn. Marble urn. Come here.

You see, the ashes of the rose

that I keep in my heart.

I'm sorry, I...

No, it's nothing.

The priest was against it.

It broke the laws of the church.

I know.

But I had...

I had to have something.

And this was all I could have.

I think God has forgiven.

What makes you think

that God has forgiven?

- I know him.

- You know him?

I know him. He has forgiven.

You'll see.

Nobody knows how lonely

someone can be.

There's nothing wrong with it.

The body would've decayed,

but the ashes always stay clean,

you know?

Gentle.

You see,

this is our wedding picture.

Hey. Che bell'uomo.

Yeah, a rose of a man, my husband.

A rose, a rose.

On his chest he had

a rose tattoo, you know?

- A rose tattoo?

- Yeah.

- No.

- A rose tattoo.

- Let me see.

- Oh. "Let me see. "

- "Let me see. "

- Yeah, right.

Do you believe strange things?

I would like to tell you something,

but I got to speak frankly, you know?

Speak frankly. We're both

grown-up adult people.

Yeah. You know, my husband,

he had this rose tattoo on his chest.

One night I woke up

with a burning pain on me here.

I turned on the light in the bedroom,

and I looked in the mirror.

On my breast, I saw

the rose tattoo of my husband.

On me here, his tattoo.

- Strano.

- Yeah.

And this was the night that...

- Yeah, but I got to speak frankly.

- Speak frankly. Come on.

That was the night that I got my son.

The little boy that I lost

when I lost Rosario.

- When I lost my husband.

- Strano.

Ah, si. Che davvero.

Would you be willing

to show me the rose tattoo?

- What?

- Well...

It's gone now. Oh, please.

It only lasted a moment,

but I saw it so clearly.

So clearly, I saw it.

- You believe me?

- Si, si. Lo credo.

Maybe it could be back, no?

I don't know why I told you,

you know?

- Well, I just...

- Only because I liked what you say.

That bodies decay, but the ashes

always stay clean. Immacolato.

But there are some people...

Oh, there are some people,

they want to make everything dirty.

Everything dirty, believe me.

Two of them kind of people

come in the house today

and told me a terrible lie...

about my husband.

So terrible a lie that if I thought

it was true, you know,

I would smash it.

Smash the urn, like...

- Like this!

- No, no, lady.

- Not the wine.

- Oh, no.

- Not the wine.

- Not the wine. No, don't be afraid.

Not the wine. Not the wine.

- Will you open the wine for me?

- Sure, sure.

- Thank you. Oh, my head.

- What...?

Well, what kind of a lie

did they tell you?

No, no, no.

I don't want to talk about it.

I don't believe the lie.

I don't believe the lie.

The memory of the rose

in my heart is perfect.

Oh, I like a lady that laughs

with all her heart.

And a lady that cries with her heart?

I like everything a lady

does with her heart.

- Look at your face!

- I know!

- Here.

- What's happening?

Hey, you kids! Get off of that truck!

Keep your paws off

of them bananas!

Oh, I forgot.

- You haul bananas?

- Si, signora.

I was supposed to get my truck

into Biloxi an hour, two hours ago.

It's a five-ton truck?

- A three-ton truck.

- Three?

My husband hauled bananas

in a five-ton truck.

- Well, he was a baron.

- He was...

- Yeah. Did you haul just bananas?

- Just bananas. What else?

My husband hauled bananas,

but underneath the bananas

was something else, you know.

Oh, he was wild like a Gypsy.

He was wild like a Gypsy.

Where did I hear that before?

He was wild like a Gyp...

I hate to start to remember,

you know?

And then not to remember,

you know?

I better call my boss in Biloxi,

explain how come I'm so late.

- It's a long-distance call?

- Don't worry about it.

No, no, please. I don't worry

about it. You will pay.

- Hello, operator?

- Umber, please.

Get me the Southern Fruit Company

in Biloxi, 2-4-6-8-1. That's right.

- Yes, sir.

- Oh, my number is 6-6-9-9.

That's right.

You know, you got a nice,

cozy little home-like place here.

Yeah. How is the place

where you live in?

I got a place with three

dependents in it.

The line is busy.

- Prego.

- Hey, grazie.

What dependents?

- Is good Spumanti.

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