A View from the Bridge (5 page)

BEATRICE,
to Rodolpho:
You want to stay here too, heh? For good?

RODOLPHO: Me? Yes, forever! Me, I want to be an American. And then I want to go back to Italy when I am rich, and I will buy a motorcycle.
He smiles. Marco shakes him affectionately.

CATHERINE: A motorcycle!

RODOLPHO: With a motorcycle in Italy you will never starve any more.

BEATRICE: I'll get you coffee.
She exits to the kitchen.

EDDIE: What you do with a motorcycle?

MARCO: He dreams, he dreams.

RODOLPHO,
to Marco:
Why?
To Eddie:
Messages! The rich people in the hotel always need someone who will carry a message. But quickly, and with a great noise. With a blue motorcycle I would station myself in the courtyard of the hotel, and in a little while I would have messages.

MARCO: When you have no wife you have dreams.

EDDIE: Why can't you just walk, or take a trolley or sump'm?

RODOLPHO: Oh, no, the machine, the machine is necessary. A man comes into a great hotel and says, I am a messenger. Who is this man? He disappears walking, there is no noise, nothing. Maybe he will never come back, maybe he will never deliver the message. But a man who rides up on a great machine, this man is responsible, this man exists. He will be given messages.
He helps Beatrice set out the coffee things.
I am also a singer, though.

EDDIE: You mean a regular—?

RODOLPHO: Oh, yes. One night last year Andreola got sick. Baritone. And I took his place in the garden of the hotel. Three arias I sang without a mistake! Thousand-lire notes they threw from the tables, money was falling like a storm in the treasury. It was magnificent. We lived six months on that night, eh, Marco?

MARCO: Two months.

BEATRICE: Can't you get a job in that place?

RODOLPHO: Andreola got better. He's a baritone, very strong.

MARCO,
regretfully, to Beatrice:
He sang too loud.

RODOLPHO: Why too loud?

MARCO : Too loud. The guests in that hotel are all Englishmen. They don't like too loud.

RODOLPHO, to
Catherine:
Nobody ever said it was too loud!

MARCO: I say. It was too loud.
To Beatrice:
I knew it as soon as he started to sing. Too loud.

RODOLPHO: Then why did they throw so much money?

MARCO: They paid for your courage. The English like courage. But once is enough.

RODOLPHO,
to all but Marco:
I never heard anybody say it was too loud.

CATHERINE: Did you ever hear of jazz?

RODOLPHO: Oh, sure!
I sing jazz.

CATHERINE
rises:
You could sing jazz?

RODOLPHO: Oh, I sing Napolidan, jazz, bel canto—I sing “Paper Doll,” you like “Paper Doll”?

CATHERINE: Oh, sure, I'm crazy for “Paper Doll.” Go ahead, sing it.

RODOLPHO
takes his stance after getting a nod of permission from Marco, and with a high tenor voice begins singing:

“I'll tell you boys it's tough to be alone,
And it's tough to love a doll that's not your own.
I'm through with all of them,
I'll never fall again,
Hey, boy, what you gonna do?
I'm gonna buy a paper doll that I can call my own,
A doll that other fellows cannot steal.
Eddie rises and moves upstage.
And then those flirty, flirty guys
With their flirty, flirty eyes
Will have to flirt with dollies that are real—

EDDIE : Hey, kid—hey, wait a minute—

CATHERINE,
enthralled:
Leave him finish, it's beautiful!
To Beatrice:
He's terrific! It's terrific, Rodolpho.

EDDIE: Look, kid; you don't want to be picked up, do ya?

MARCO: No—no!
He rises.

EDDIE,
indicating the rest of the building:
Because we never had no singers here ... and all of a sudden there's a singer in the house, y'know what I mean?

MARCO: Yes, yes. You'll be quiet, Rodolpho.

EDDIE—
he is flushed:
They got guys all over the place, Marco. I mean.

MARCO: Yes. He'll be quiet.
To Rodolpho:
You'll be quiet.

EDDIE: What's the high heels for, Garbo?

CATHERINE: I figured for tonight—

EDDIE: Do me a favor, will you? Go ahead.

EDDIE,
striving to laugh, and to Marco, but directed as much to Beatrice:
All actresses they want to be around here.

RODOLPHO, happy about it: In Italy too! All the girls.

EDDIE—
he is sizing up Rodolpho, and there is a concealed suspicion:
Yeah, heh?

RODOLPHO: Yes!
Laughs, indicating Catherine:
Especially when they are so beautiful!

CATHERINE: You like sugar?

RODOLPHO: Sugar? Yes! I like sugar very much!

ALFIERI: Who can ever know what will be discovered? Eddie Carbone had never expected to have a destiny. A man works, raises his family, goes bowling, eats, gets old, and then he dies. Now, as the weeks passed, there was a future, there was a trouble that would not go away.

EDDIE: It's after eight.

BEATRICE: Well, it's a long show at the Paramount.

EDDIE: They must've seen every picture in Brooklyn by now. He's supposed to stay in the house when he ain't working. He ain't supposed to go advertising himself.

BEATRICE: Well that's his trouble, what do you care? If they pick him up they pick him up, that's all. Come in the house.

EDDIE: What happened to the stenography? I don't see her practice no more.

BEATRICE: She'll get back to it. She's excited, Eddie.

EDDIE: She tell you anything?

BEATRICE
comes to him, now the subject is opened:
What's the matter with you? He's a nice kid, what do you want from him?

EDDIE: That's a nice kid? He gives me the heeby-jeebies.

BEATRICE,
smiling:
Ah, go on, you're just jealous.

EDDIE: Of
him?
Boy, you don't think much of me.

BEATRICE: I don't understand you. What's so terrible about him?

EDDIE: You mean it's all right with you? That's gonna be her husband?

BEATRICE: Why? He's a nice fella, hard workin', he's a good-lookin' fella.

EDDIE: He sings on the ships, didja know that?

BEATRICE: What do you mean, he sings?

EDDIE: Just what I said, he sings. Right on the deck, all of a sudden, a whole song comes out of his mouth —with motions. You know what they're callin' him now? Paper Doll they're callin' him, Canary. He's like a weird. He comes out on the pier, one-two-three, it's a regular free show.

BEATRICE: Well, he's a kid; he don't know how to behave himself yet.

EDDIE: And with that wacky hair; he's like a chorus girl or sump'm.

BEATRICE: So he's blond, so—

EDDIE: I just hope that's his regular hair, that's all I hope.

BEATRICE: You crazy or sump'm?
She tries to turn him to her.

EDDIE—
he keeps his head turned away:
What's so crazy? I don't like his whole way.

BEATRICE: Listen, you never seen a blond guy in your life? What about Whitey Balso?

EDDIE,
turning to her victoriously:
Sure, but Whitey don't sing; he don't do like that on the ships.

BEATRICE: Well, maybe that's the way they do in Italy.

EDDIE: Then why don't his brother sing? Marco goes around like a man; nobody kids Marco.
He moves from her, halts. She realizes there is a campaign solidified in him.
I tell you the truth I'm surprised I have to tell you all this. I mean I'm surprised, B.

BEATRICE—
she goes to him with purpose now:
Listen, you ain't gonna start nothin' here.

EDDIE: I ain't startin' nothin', but I ain't gonna stand around lookin' at that. For that character I didn't bring her up. I swear, B., I'm surprised at you; I sit there waitin' for you to wake up but everything is great with you.

BEATRICE: No, everything ain't great with me.

EDDIE: No?

BEATRICE: No. But I got other worries.

EDDIE: Yeah.
He is already weakening.

BEATRICE: Yeah, you want me to tell you?

EDDIE,
in retreat:
Why? What worries you got?

BEATRICE: When am I gonna be a wife again, Eddie?

EDDIE: I ain't been feelin' good. They bother me since they came.

BEATRICE: It's almost three months you don't feel good; they're only here a couple of weeks. It's three months, Eddie.

EDDIE: I don't know, B. I don't want to talk about it.

BEATRICE: What's the matter, Eddie, you don't like me, heh?

EDDIE: What do you mean, I don't like you? I said I don't feel good, that's all.

BEATRICE: Well, tell me, am I doing something wrong? Talk to me.

EDDIE—
Pause
.
He can't speak, then:
I can't. I can't talk about it.

BEATRICE: Well tell me what—

EDDIE: I got nothin' to say about it!

EDDIE: I'll be all right, B.; just lay off me, will ya? I'm worried about her.

BEATRICE: The girl is gonna be eighteen years old, it's time already.

EDDIE: B., he's taking her for a ride!

BEATRICE: All right, that's her ride. What're you gonna stand over her till she's forty? Eddie, I want you to cut it out now, you hear me? I don't like it! Now come in the house.

EDDIE: I want to take a walk, I'll be in right away.

BEATRICE: They ain't goin' to come any quicker if you stand in the street. It ain't nice, Eddie.

EDDIE: I'll be in right away. Go ahead. He walks
off.

LOUIS: Wanna go bowlin' tonight?

EDDIE: I'm too tired. Goin' to sleep.

LOUIS: How's your two submarines?

EDDIE: They're okay.

LOUIS: I see they're gettin' work allatime.

EDDIE: Oh yeah, they're doin' all right.

MIKE: That's what we oughta do. We oughta leave the country and come in under the water. Then we get work.

EDDIE : You ain't kiddin'.

LOUIS: Well, what the hell. Y'know?

EDDIE: Sure.

LOUIS—
sits on railing beside Eddie:
Believe me, Eddie, you got a lotta credit comin' to you.

EDDIE: Aah, they don't bother me, don't cost me nutt'n.

MIKE: That older one, boy, he's a regular bull. I seen him the other day liftin' coffee bags over the Matson Line. They leave him alone he woulda load the whole ship by himself.

EDDIE: Yeah, he's a strong guy, that guy. Their father was a regular giant, supposed to be.

LOUIS: Yeah, you could see. He's a regular slave.

MIKE,
grinning:
That blond one, though—
Eddie looks at him.
He's got a sense of humor.
Louis snickers.

EDDIE,
searchingly:
Yeah. He's funny—

MIKE,
starting to laugh:
Well he ain't exackly funny, but he's always like makin' remarks like, y‘know? He comes around, everybody's laughin'.
Louis laughs.

EDDIE,
uncomfortably, grinning:
Yeah, well ... he's got a sense of humor.

MIKE,
laughing:
Yeah, I mean, he's always makin' like remarks, like, y'know?

EDDIE: Yeah, I know. But he's a kid yet, y'know? He —he's just a kid, that's all.

MIKE,
getting hysterical with Louis:
I know. You take one look at him—everybody's happy.
Louis laughs.
I worked one day with him last week over the Moore-MacCormack Line, I'm tellin' you they was all hysterical.
Louis and he explode in laughter.

EDDIE: Why? What'd he do?

MIKE: I don't know ... he was just humorous. You never can remember what he says, y‘know? But it's the way he says it. I mean he gives you a look sometimes and you start laughin'!

EDDIE: Yeah.
Troubled:
He's got a sense of humor.

MIKE,
gasping:
Yeah.

LOUIS,
rising:
Well, we see ya, Eddie.

EDDIE: Take it easy.

LOUIS: Yeah. See ya.

MIKE: If you wanna come bowlin' later we're goin' Flatbush Avenue.