Abruzzi?
- He die.
- Oh.
- You know who else die?
- Who?
You know the old man who live upstairs
in this house? Irishman, always drunk.
He get pleurisy. He stay two weeks
in a hospital. Yesterday he die.
I like to visit you, Caterina, because
you always got such cheerful news.
Hey, kids. Why don't you two kids
go to the movies?
Your mother and me, we be baby-sitter.
- Let's go down to the Kaplans'.
- Sure, sure.
Ma, we'll be down at the Kaplans'
if you want us for anything. OK?
I wake up this morning.
I hear the baby cry, so I wake up.
I come in their room, and that girl,
she's shakin' her hand at the baby.
I said "You brute! Don't you strike
that baby! That's my son's baby!"
- It's her baby, too.
- It's my son Thomas's baby.
But it's not your baby.
I tell you she throw a bottle of milk at me?
I know. I know.
She's a witch, that one, I tell you.
- I tell you what she do yesterday?
- What?
- She give me the evil eye.
- Uffa Caterina.
I keep one eye open when I sleep,
because she's gonna stab me in my bed.
Caterina, I want you to come
and live with me in my house.
Hm?
Your son Thomas and his wife,
they come to my house today.
They say things
are no good in this house.
Caterina, your son is married.
Leave him in peace.
He wants to be alone with his wife.
They don't want no old woman
sittin' in the balcony.
My son Thomas
come to see you this afternoon,
and he say to you he's gonna
throw his mother from this house?
Ooh, Caterina,
don't make an opera out of this.
The three of you and a little baby
in three skinny little rooms.
You know this is no good - old woman
living with a husband and wife.
Two women in the same kitchen,
the house burns up.
So I'm an old garbage bag
put in the street, huh?
Caterina, don't make a tragedy.
Come and live in my house where
you know you be more happier yourself.
It pains they should do this.
I know it pains.
These are the worst years, I tell you.
Caterina, you are very dear to me.
We cried lots of times together.
When my poor husband, he die,
I would be crazy if not for you.
I ask you to come to my house,
because I know I can make you happy.
Please come to my house, Caterina.
These are the worst years, I tell you.
It's gonna happen to you.
I'm afraid to look in a mirror.
I'm afraid I'm gonna see an old lady with
white hair, like the old ladies in the park -
little bundles in black shawl,
waiting for the coffin.
I'm 56 years old,
and what I got to do with myself?
I got strength in my hands.
I wanna clean, I wanna cook.
I wanna make dinner for my children.
Am I an old dog to lay near the fire
till my eyes close?
These are terrible years, Theresa.
Terrible years.
Caterina, listen...
It's gonna happen to you.
It's gonna happen to you!
What are you gonna do
if Marty gets married, huh?
What are you gonna cook?
Where's all the children playin'
in all the rooms? Where's the noise?
It's a curse to be a widow. A curse!
What are you gonna do
if Marty gets married?
What are you gonna do?
I'm gonna put my things in a bag,
and I come to you tomorrow.
Don't worry. We'll come right back.
You teach chemistry? What school?
- Benjamin Franklin High School.
- In Brooklyn?
I went to Theodore Roosevelt
on Fordham Road. It's near my house.
I have a cousin who's a teacher.
He teaches Latin.
He was studying to be a priest,
but he gave it up.
I was pretty good in high school.
I sound like a jerk now.
I got an 82 average. That ain't bad.
I was accepted at City College, but
my old man died, so I had to go to work.
Want some cigarettes?
German was my best class.
That was my best language.
Der, die, das. Des, der, des.
There you are, I still remember.
You know what I was
good at in high school? Math.
You know how long ago
I graduated high school? June 1937.
Holy cow! June 1937!
What is that? 15... 17 years ago!
Holy cow! Seven... Let's see, is that right?
Yeah, 17. That's right.
Where'd it all go? I