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Hey, Stella!

- Hey there, Stella, baby! - Don't holler at me, like that.

- Hiya, Mitch. - Catch.

- What? - Meat.

- Stanley, where are you going? - Bowling.

- Can I come watch? - Come on.

I'll be over soon. Hello, Eunice. How are you?

I'm all right.

Tell Steve to get him a poor boy sandwich because nothing's left here.

What was that package he threw at her?

- You hush now. = Catch what?

What's the matter, honey? You lost?

They told me to take a streetcar named Desire,

transfer to one called Cemeteries,

ride six blocks and get off at Elysian Fields.

That's where you're at now.

- At Elysian Fields? - This is Elysian Fields.

They mustn't have understood what number I wanted.

- What number you looking for? - Six thirty-two.

You don't have to look no further.

I'm looking for my sister, Stella DuBois.

- I mean Mrs Stanley Kowalski. - That's the party.

‘You just did miss her though.

Can this be her home?

She got the downstairs here and I've got the up.

She's out?

‘You noticed that bowling alley around the corner?

- No, I'm not sure that I did. - She's watching her husband bowl.

- Do you want to go to find her? - No.

I'll go and tell her she come.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

- She wasn't expecting you? - No.

No, not tonight.

Why don't you just go in and make yourself at home till they get back?

- Well, how could I do that? - We own this place, so I can let you in.

It's kinda messed up right now. But when it's clean, it's real sweet.

Is tt?

I'll drop by the bowling alley, hustle her up.

I've got to keep a hold of myself.

Blanche? Blanche?

Oh, Stella!

Oh, Stella!

Stella, Stella for star!

Now then, let me look at you.

Oh, but don't you look at me! No, not till later,

not till I've bathed and rested.

‘You can turn that over-light off. I won't be looked at in this merciless glare.

Now, come back here. Oh, my baby.

Stella, Stella for star!

Oh, I thought you would never come back to this horrible place.

What am I saying? I didn't mean to say that.

I meant to be nice about it and say, what a convenient location and such.

Precious lamb, you haven't said a word to me.

‘You haven't given me a chance to, honey.

Well now, you talk. Open your pretty mouth and talk

while I look around for some liquor.

I know you must have some liquor here, but where could it be?

I spy, I spy!

Blanche, you sit down. I'll pour the drinks.

Don't know what we've go to mix with. Maybe a Coke's in the icebox.

No Coke, honey. Not with my nerves tonight.

- Well, where is Stanley? - Bowling.

He loves it. They're having...

Oh, I've found some soda... a tournament.

Just water, baby, to chase it.

Don't get worried. Your sister's not a drunkard.

She's just all shaken up and hot and tired and dirty.

Now, you sit down here.

‘You sit down and explain this place to me.

- Now, Blanche! - I'm not going to be hypocritical.

I'm going to be honesily critical.

Never, never, never in my worst dreams, could I picture...

Only Poe... Only Mr Edgar Allan Poe could do it justice.

Out there, I suppose, is the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.

No, those are the L and N tracks.

Now, seriously, putting joking aside.

- Why didn't you tell me? - Tell you what, Blanche?

Why, that you had to live in these conditions.

Aren't you being a little intense about it? It's not that bad at all.

New Orleans isn't like other cities.

This has got nothing to do with New Orleans.

You might as well say that...

Forgive me, blessed baby. The subject is closed.

‘Thanks.

‘You're all I've got in the world, and you're not glad to see me.

Blanche, you know that's not true.

I'd forgotten how quiet you are.

‘You never did give me a chance to say much, honey.

I got used to being quiet around you.

A good habit to get into.

‘You haven't asked me how I happened to get away from the school

before the spring term ended.

Well, I thought you'd volunteer that information if you wanted to tell me.

I was so exhausted by all I'd been through, that my nerves broke.

I was on the verge of lunacy, almost.

So Mr Graves, the high school superintendent,

he suggested I take a leave of absence.

I couldn't put all those details into the wire.

This buzzes right through me and feels so good!

Another?

- One is my limit. - Sure?

‘You haven't said a word about my appearance.

- You look just fine. - God love you for a liar!

Daylight never exposed so total a ruin.

But you, you've put on a little weight.

‘Yes, you're just as plump as a little partridge.

- And it's so becoming to you. - Now, Blanche...

Yes, it is, it is or I wouldn't say it.

‘You just have to watch around the hips a little. Stand up.

- Not now. - Did you hear me?

I said stand up.

Oh, you messy child, you.

You spilled something on that pretty white lace collar.

‘You ought to have your hair in a feather bob, with your dainty features.

- Stella, you have a maid, don't you? - No.

- With only two rooms, if's not... - What?

- Two rooms, did you say? - Yes, this one and...

‘The other one.

I think I'm going to take one tiny little nip more, put the stopper on,

and then put the bottle away so I won't be tempted.

I want you to take a look at my figure.

‘You know, I haven't put on one ounce in ten years.

Why, I weigh now, what I weighed the summer you left Belle Reve.

The summer Dad died and you left us.

It's just incredible, Blanche, how well you're looking.

There's only two rooms. I don't see where you're going to put me.

We're going to put you right here.

What kind of bed's this? One of those collapsible things.

- Does it feel all right? - Wonderful, honey.

I don't like a bed that gives much.

But there's no door between the two rooms, and Stanley...

Will tt be decent?

- Stanley is Polish, you know. - Oh, yes.

That's something like Irish, isn't it?

- Well... - Only not so highbrow.

I brought some nice clothes to meet all your lovely friends in.

I'm afraid you won't think they are lovely.

- What are they like? - They're Stanley's friends.

- Polacks? - They're a mixed lot.

- Heterogeneous types. - Yes, "types" is right.

Well, anyhow...

I brought some nice clothes, and I'll wear them.

I guess you're hoping I'll say I'll put up at a hotel,

but I'm not going to put up at a hotel.

I want to be near you, Stella.

I've got to be with people. I can't be alone.

Because, as you must have noticed...

. 1m not very well.

You seem a little bit nervous, or overwrought, or something.

Will Stanley like me?

Or will I be just a visiting in-law? Oh, Stella, I couldn't stand that.

You'll get along just fine together, if you'll just try not to compare him

with men we went out with at home.

- Is he so...different? - Oh, yes.

- A different species. - In what way? What's he like?

You can't describe someone you're in love with. Here's a picture of him.

Oh, an officer?

A master sergeant in the Engineers’ Corps. Those are decorations.

He must have had those on when you met him.

I assure you I wasn't just blinded by all the brass.

Of course, there were things to adjust myself to later on.

Such as his civilian background.

How did he take it when you told him I was coming?

- Stanley doesn't know yet. = You haven't told him?

- He's on the road a good deal. - Oh, he travels.

Good. I mean isn't it?

I can hardly stand it when he's away for a night.

- Why, Stella! - When he's away for a week,

- I nearly go wild. - Gracious!

And when he comes back, I cry on his lap like a baby.

I guess that is what is meant by being in love...

- Stella? - What?

I haven't asked you the things you probably thought I was going to ask.

So I'll expect you to be understanding about what I have to tell you.

- What, Blanche? - Well, Stella...

Oh, you're going to reproach me.

I know you're bound to reproach me,

but before you do, take into consideration...

‘You left. I stayed and struggled.

‘You came to New Orleans and looked after yourself.

I stayed at Belle Reve and tried to hold it together.

Oh, I'm not meaning this in any reproachful way,

but, oh, the burden descended on my shoulders.

The best I could do was make my own living, Blanche.

I know, I know.

But you are the one that abandoned Belle Reve, not I.

I stayed and fought for it, bled for it, almost died for it!

Stop this hysterical outburst and tell me what happened.

- What do you mean fought and bled’? - I knew you would, Stella.

I knew you would take this attitude about it.

About what? Please.

‘The loss...

the loss...

Belle Reve? Lost?

- Is it? No. - Yes, Stella.

How did it go? What happened?

‘You're a fine one to ask me how it went.

‘You're a fine one to stand there accusing me.

I took the blows on my face and my body.

All of those deaths.

The long parade to the graveyard.

Father, Mother.

Margaret...

in that dreadful way.

So big with it, she couldn't be put in a coffin.

But had to be burned like rubbish.

‘You just came home in time for the funerals, Stella.

And funerals are pretty, compared to deaths.

Funerals are quiet, but deaths...

..Mot always.

Sometimes their breathing is hoarse and sometimes it rattles...

And sometimes they even cry out to you,

“Don't let me go."

Even the old sometimes say...

“Don't let me go."

As if you were able to stop them.

But funerals are quiet with pretty flowers.

And, oh, what gorgeous boxes they pack them away in.

Unless you were there at the bed when they cried out, "Hold me",

you'd never suspect there was struggle for breath and bleeding.

You didn't dream,

but I saw. Saw.

And now you sit there

telling me with your eyes that I let the place go.

How in hell do you think all that sickness and dying was paid for?

Death is expensive, Miss Stella.

And old cousin Jessie, right after Margaret, hers.

Why, the Grim Reaper had put up his tent on our doorstep.

Belle Reve was his headquarters.

Honey, that's how it slipped through my fingers.

Which of them left us a fortune?

Which of them left a cent of insurance, even?

Only poor Jessie. $100 to pay for her coffin.

That was all, Stella.

And I, with my pitiful salary at the school.

Yes, accuse me.

Stand there thinking I let the place go.

I let the place go.

Where were you?

- In bed with your Polack. - Blanche...

You be still! That's enough.

Stella...

Stella, where are you going?

I'm going into the bathroom to wash my face.

Stella, Stella, you're crying.

Does that surprise you?

Forgive me. I didn't... I didn't mean it.

- Is that how he got it? - Sure.

He hit the old bird for 300 bucks on the ticket.

- Don't tell him that, he'll believe it. = Mitch.

- Are we playing poker tomorrow? - Sure.

- Not at my place. My mother’s still sick. - OK, my place, but you bring the beer.

- You bring the beer! - Break it up down there.

I made the spaghetti dish, and I ate it myself.

I told you and phoned you that we was playing.

- You never phoned me once. - I told you at breakfast.

Never mind! Why don't you get yourself home once in a while?

Damn it. Do you want it in the newspaper?

‘You must be Stanley.

I'm Blanche.

- Stella's sister? - Yes.

Hello. Where's the little woman?

In the bathroom.

Didn't know you were coming to town. Where are you from, Blanche?

Why... I live in Laurel.

In Laurel, huh?

Oh, yeah, in Laurel. That's right.

Not in my territory.

Liquor goes fast in hot weather.

Have a shot?

No, I rarely touch it.

Some people rarely touch it, but it touches them often.

My clothes are sticking to me. You mind if I make myself comfortable?

Please, please do.

Be comfortable. That's my motto up where I come from.

Yes, it's mine, too.

Oh, it's hard to stay looking fresh in hot weather.

Why, I haven't washed or even powdered and here you are.

‘You can catch a cold sitting around in damp things,

especially when you've been exercising hard, like bowling is.

- You're a teacher, aren't you? - Yes.

- What do you teach, Blanche? - English.

I never was a very good English student.

How long are you here for?

I...don't know yet.

You're gonna shack up here?

Well, I thought I would if it's not inconvenient for you all.

- Good. - Travelling wears me out.

Well, take it easy.

- What's that’? - Them's cats.

- Hey, Stella. - Yes, Stanley.

You haven't fallen in have you?

I'm afraid I'll strike you as being the unrefined type.

Stella spoke of you a good deal. You were married once, weren't you?

Yes. When I was quite young.

What happened?

The boy...

The boy died.

I'm afraid I'm going to be sick.

- Hiya, sweetheart. - Oh, Stan.

What's all this monkey doings?

I'm taking Blanche to Galatoire's for supper,

and then to a show because it's your poker night.

How about my supper? I ain't going to no Galatoire's for supper.

I put you a cold plate on ice.

I'll keep Blanche out during the party because I don't know how she'd take it.

Well, isn't that just dandy.

So, we'll go to the Quarter afterwards.

And you'd better give me some money.

- Where is she? - Soaking in the tub to quiet her nerves.

- She's terribly upset. =- Over what?

- She's been through such an ordeal. - Yeah?

Stan, we've lost Belle Reve.

- The place in the country? - Yes.

- How? - It had to be sacrificed or something...

When she comes in, be sure to say something nice about her appearance.

Oh, and don't mention the baby. I haven't said anything yet.

So?

And try to understand her and be nice to her, Stan.

She wasn't expecting to find us in such a small place.

I tried to gloss things over a little in my letters.

And admire her dress, and tell her she's looking wonderful.

- It's her little weakness. - Yeah, I get the idea.

Now let's get back to where you said the place was disposed of.

How about that? Let's have a few more details on that subject.

It's best not to talk too much about it until she calms down.

So that's the deal? Blanche cannot be annoyed with business details now.

- You saw how she was last night. - Yes.

- Let's have gander at the bill of sale. - I haven't seen any.

She didn't show you no papers, no deed of sale or nothing like that?

- It seems like it wasn't sold. - What then, give away to charity?

- Shhh! She'll hear you. - I don't care. Let's see the papers.

There weren't any. She didn't show any papers. I don't care about papers.

Listen...

Have you ever heard of the Napoleonic Code?

No, Stanley, I haven't heard of the Napoleonic Code.

All right, let me enlighten you on a point or two, baby.

In the state of Louisiana, we have the Napoleonic Code,

and what belongs to the wife belongs to the husband, and vice versa.

For instance, if I had a piece of property...

- My head is swimming. - All right.

I'll wait till she gets through soaking in the hot tub

and then I'll inquire if she is acquainted with the Napoleonic Code.

It looks to me like you've been swindled, baby,

and under the Napoleonic Code, I get swindled too.

I don't understand what happened to Belle Reve,

but you are being ridiculous in suggesting that my sister, or I,

or anyone else of our family could have perpetrated a swindle.

Then where's the money if the place was sold?

Not sold, lost. Lost!

Will you open your eyes to this stuff! She got them out of a teacher's pay?

Look at these feathers and furs

she come here to preen herself in! What's this here?

A solid gold dress, I believe. And this one. Vwhat is this here?

Fox pieces, genuine fox fur pieces a half a mile long!

Where are your fox pieces, Stella’? Bushy snow white ones, no less.

It's inexpensive summer furs Blanche has had a long time.

An acquaintance deals in this merchandise.

- He'll make an appraisal of it. - Don't be such an idiot, Stanley.

I'm willing to bet there's $1,000 invested here. And what have we here?

The treasure chest of a pirate Pearls! Ropes of them.

What is your sister, a deep sea diver? Bracelets of solid gold.

- Where are your pearls and bracelets? ~ Be still.

And what is this? Diamonds. A crown for an empress!

A rhinestone tiara she wore to a costume ball.

- What's rhinestone? - Next door to glass.

An acquaintance works in a jewellery store.

I'll have him make an appraisal of this. Here's your plantation, what's left of it.

‘You have no idea how stupid and horrid you're being.

Leave this trunk alone before she comes out of the bathroom.

The Kowalski's and the DuBois’ have different notions.

Indeed they have, thank heavens. I'm going outside.

Come with me while Blanche is getting dressed.

- Since when do you give me orders? - Are you going to stay and insult her?

‘You're damn tootin’. I'm going to stay right here.

Hello, Stanley.

Here I am, all freshly bathed and scented,

and feeling like a brand new human being.

That's good.

Excuse me while I slip on my pretty new dress.

Sure, go ahead, Blanche.

Thank you.

I understand there's to be a little card party tonight,

to which we ladies are cordially not invited.

- That's right. - Where is Stella?

Out on the porch.

- I want to ask a favour in a moment. - What could that be, I wonder?

Some buttons in back. You may enter.

- How do I look? = You look OK.

Many thanks. And now the buttons.

- I can't do nothing with them. - You men with your big clumsy fingers.

- May I have a drag on your cig? ~ Here.

- Have one for yourself. - Thank you.

- It looks like my trunk has exploded. - We were helping you unpack.

‘You certainly did a fast and thorough job of it.

Looks like you raided some stylish shops in Paris.

Yes. Clothes are my passion.

What does it cost for a string of fur pieces like that?

Why, these were a tribute from an admirer of mine.

He must have had a lot of admiration.

In my youth, I excited some admiration. But look at me now.

Would you think it possible I was once considered to be attractive?

Your looks are OK.

I was fishing for a compliment, Stanley.

- I don't go in for that sort of stuff. - What stuff?

Compliments to women on their looks.

I never met a woman not knowing if she was good looking, without being told.

And some give themselves credit for more than they've got.

I once went out with a dame who says to me, "I am the glamorous type.

“lam the glamorous type." I said, "So what?"

- And what did she say then’? - Nothing. That shut her up like a clam.

- Did it end the romance? ~ It ended the conversation.

Some men are took in by this Hollywood glamour and some are not.

- You belong in the second category. - That's right.

I cannot imagine any witch of a woman casting a spell over you.

‘That's...

right.

‘You are simple, straightforward and honest.

A little bit on the primitive side, I should think.

- For you, a woman would have to... - Lay her cards on the table.

I never cared for wishy-washy people. When you walked in last night,

I thought to myself, "My sister has married a man."

That was all I could tell about you at the time.

All right, let's cut the re-bop!

Stanley, come here and let Blanche finish dressing.

- I'm finished dressing, honey. =- You come out then.

‘Your sister and I are having a little talk.

Honey, do me a favour.

Run to the drugstore and get me a lemon Coke with chipped ice in it.

Please, please...

The poor thing was listening to us,

and I have an idea she doesn't understand you as well as I do.

All right, Mr Kowalski, let us proceed without any more digression.

I'm ready to answer all questions. I have nothing to hide.

In the State of Louisiana, there is such a thing as the Napoleonic Code,

according to which, what belongs to the wife belongs to the husband also.

My, you have an impressive judicial air.

If I didn't know you were my wife's sister, I'd get ideas about you.

- Such as what? - Don't play dumb. You know what.

All right, cards on the table. That suits me. I know I fib a good deal.

After all, a woman's charm is 50% illusion.

When a thing is important, I tell the truth, and this is the truth.

I haven't cheated my sister or you or anyone else as long as I've lived.

Then where's the papers? In the trunk?

Everything I own is in that trunk.

What in the name of heaven are you thinking of?

What is going on in that little boy's mind of yours?

Here, let me do it. It'll be faster and simpler.

I keep my papers mostly in this tin box.

And what's them underneath?

Love letters, yellowing with antiquity, all from one boy...

- Give those back! = I'll look at them first.

- Your touch insults them! - Don't pull that stuff!

Now that you've touched them, I'll burn them!

What are they?

Poems, a dead boy wrote.

I hurt him the way that you would like to hurt me, but you can't.

I'm not young and vulnerable anymore. But my young husband was, and I...

Never mind that. Just give it back.

What do you mean by saying you'll have to burn them?

I'm sorry. I must have lost my head for a moment.

Everybody has something they won't let others touch

because of their intimate nature.

Ambler & Ambler.

- What is Ambler & Ambler? - A firm that made loans on the place.

- Then it was lost on a mortgage! - That must have been what happened.

I don't want no ifs, ands, or buts. What's all the rest of them papers?

There are thousands of papers stretching back over hundreds of years.

As piece by piece our improvident grandfathers and father and uncles

and brothers exchanged the land for their epic fornications.

To put it plainly,

the four-letter word deprived us of our plantation. Until all that was left,

Stella can verify that, was the house itself and about 20 acres of ground,

including a graveyard to which now all, but Stella and I, have retreated.

Here they all are! All the papers.

Take them, peruse them. Commit them to memory even.

I think it fitting that Belle Reve should finally be this bunch of old papers

in your big, capable hands.

I wonder if Stella's come back with my lemon Coke.

I have a lawyer acquaintance who will study these out.

Present them to him with a box of aspirin tablets.

‘You see, under the Napoleonic Code, a man's got to take an interest

in his wife's affairs, especially now that she's going to have a baby.

Stella? Going to have a baby?

Oh, I didn't know she was going to have a baby.

Oh, Stella. Stella.

Stella for star!

How lovely to have a baby.

It's all right now. Everything's all right.

I'm sorry he did that to you.

I guess he's just not the type that goes in for jasmine perfume...

Maybe he's what we need to mix with our blood, now we've lost Belle Reve.

We thrashed it out. I feel a bit shaky, but I think I handled it nicely.

I laughed and treated it all as a joke.

I called him a little boy and laughed and flirted.

Yes, I was flirting with your husband.

Hi, Stella.

The guests are gathering for the poker party.

- Which way do we go now, this way? - No, this way.

The blind are leading the blind.

Red hot!

Get it red hot!

- He did not. - The game's still going on.

- Oh, how do I look? - Lovely, Blanche.

Wait till I powder. I feel so hot and frazzled.

- Do I look all done in? - You look fresh as a daisy.

One that's been picked a few days.

This game is seven card stud.

Well, well, well, I see you boys are still at it.

- Where you been? - Blanche and I took in a show.

Blanche, this is Mr Gonzales and Mr Hubbell.

Please don't get up.

No one's going to get up, so don't be worried.

How much longer is this game going to continue?

- Till we get ready to quit. - Poker is so fascinating.

- Could I kibitz? = You could not!

Excuse me.

Why don't you women go upstairs and sit with Eunice?

Because it's nearly 2:30.

Couldn't you call it quits after one more hand?

That's not funny, Stanley!

It makes me so mad when he does that in front of people.

- I think I'll bathe. - Again?

My nerves are in knots. Is the bathroom occupied?

I don't know.

- Good evening. =~ Hello.

Blanche, this is Harold Mitchell. My sister, Blanche DuBois.

- How do you do? - How do you do, Miss DuBois?

- How is your mother, Mitch’? - About the same, thanks.

She appreciated you sending over that custard.

Excuse me.

- He seems superior to the others. - Yes, he is.

- He had a sort of sensitive look. - His mother is sick.

- Ils he married? - No.

- ls he a wolf? - Blanche! No, I don't think he would be.

What does he do?

He's on the precision bench in the spare parts department.

- At the plant that Stanley travels for. - Is that something much?

No. Stanley's the only one of his crowd likely to get anywhere.

- Blanche... You're standing in the light. - Am I?

- Gracious! - You ought to see their wives.

I can imagine. Big, beefy things, I suppose.

Now you hens cut out that conversation in there.

- You can't hear us! - You can hear me and I said hush up!

Look, this is my house, and I'll talk as much as I want to.

- Stella, don't make a row. - He's half drunk.

I'll be out in a minute.

- Hey, Mitch. You in? - What? Oh, no, I'm out.

- Who turned that on in there? -I did.

- Do you mind? - Well, turn it off.

Let the girls have their music. That's good. Leave it on.

Sounds like Xavier Cugat.

- I didn't hear you name it. - Didn't I name it, Mitch?

- I wasn't listening. - What are you doing then?

He was looking through them drapes.

Deal the hand over again and let's play cards or quit.

Some people get ants when they win. Sit down.

Deal me out. I'm going to the head.

All right, boys. This game is Spit in the Ocean.

Yes?

- Hello. - Hello. Excuse me.

Oh, the little boy's room is busy right now.

We've been drinking beer.

- I hate beer. ~ It's...a hot weather drink.

I don't think so. It aways makes me warmer.

- Have you got any cigs? - Sure.

Good.

- What a pretty case. Silver? - Yes.

- Yes, read the inscription. - Is there an inscription?

I can't make it out.

“And if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death."

Why, that's from my favourite sonnet by Mrs Browning.

- You know it? - I certainly do.

There's a story connected with that inscription.

- It sounds like a romance. - A pretty sad one. The girl's dead now.

She knew she was dying when she gave me this.

A very strange girl, very sweet...very.

She must have been fond of you.

Sick people have such deep, sincere attachments.

- They certainly do. - Sorrow makes for sincerity, I think.

- I believe you are right about that. - I'm positive that I am.

Show me a person who hasn't known sorrow

and I'll show you a superficial person.

Listen to me! My tongue is a little thick tonight.

You boys are responsible for it.

The show let out at 11:00, but we couldn't come home

on account of the poker game.

So we had to go somewhere and drink.

I'm not accustomed to having more than one drink.

‘Two is my limit... And three...

Tonight I had three!

- Mitch! - Deal me out. I'm talking with Miss...

DuBois. It's a French name.

It means "wood" and Blanche means "white".

The two together mean "white woods". Like an orchard in spring.

‘You can remember it by that... if you care to.

- Will you do something for me? - Sure, what?

I bought this adorable little coloured lantern at a Chinese shop on Bourbon.

Put it over the light bulb. Will you, please?

Be glad to.

I can't stand a naked light bulb,

any more than I can a rude remark or vulgar action.

I guess we strike you as being a pretty rough bunch.

- I'm very adaptable...to circumstances. - That's a good thing to be.

You are visiting Stanley and Stella?

Stella hasn't been so well lately, and I came down to help for a while.

You're not...

Married? No.

No, I'm an old maid school teacher.

‘You may teach school, but you are certainly not an old maid.

Why, thank you, sir. I appreciate your gallantry.

- So you are in the teaching profession. - Yes.

- Grade school or high school or... - Hey, Mitch!

Coming!

Gracious, what lung power!

- I teach high school in Laurel. - What do you teach? What subject?

I have the misfortune of being an English instructor.

I attempt to instil a bunch of bobbysoxers and drug store Romeos,

with reverence for Hawthorne and VVhitman and Poe.

I guess that some of them are more interested in other things.

Very right you are! But they're sweet, and in the spring,

it's touching to notice them making their first discovery of love.

As if no one had ever known it before.

- Oh, have you finished? - Oh, yes.

Wait. I'll turn on the radio.

Turn the light on above now.

Oh, look!

We've made enchantment.

- Three bullets, you dirty dog. - Straight. I got you!

Stanley! What are you doing with my radio?

- Out of my way! ~ Stella!

Drunk! Drunk animal thing, you!

- Stan, take it easy. - All of you...will you please go home!

If any one of you have one spark of decency in you!

- Stella, watch out! - Stanley, take it easy!

- You lay your hands on me and I'll... - My sister is going to have a baby!

This is terrible! Get over here, man.

Come on, Stanley, calm down!

- Oh, Stella! - I want to go away.

- I want to go away! - Go to that woman's upstairs.

Poker shouldn't be played in a house with women.

- What happened? = I'll tell you what happened.

‘You just blew your top, that's what happened!

- He's OK. - Sure, he's OK. Put him on the bed

and get him a wet towel.

I think coffee would do him more good now.

Put him under the shower and give him plenty of cold water.

He shouldn't live with nice women. He don't deserve to.

- Ah, turn it off! - Easy, easy.

- Turn it off! - Easy!

- Do you feel better now? - Let's get the hell out of here.

Poker should not be played in a house with women.

Steve!

- What? - Eunice, is my girl up there?

- I want my girl. = You stinker!

I'll keep ringing until I talk with my baby.

You can't beat her, then call back. And her going to have a baby!

Stella!

Stella!

Stella!

Don't ever leave me.

Don't ever leave me... Baby, sweetheart.

- Stella? - Miss DuBois.

All quiet on the Potomac now?

- She went back in there with him. - Sure, she did.

There's nothing to be scared of. They're crazy about each other.

It's a shame this had to happen when you just got here.

- But don't take it serious. ~ Violence is so...

Sit down on the steps and have a cigarette with me.

- I'm not properly dressed. ~ It makes no difference in the Quarter.

- Such a pretty silver case. - I showed you the inscription, didn't I?

Yes.

‘There's so much confusion in the world.

Thank you for being so kind.

I need kindness now.

Stella.

Oh, my baby.

- Oh, my baby sister. - Blanche, what is the matter with you?

- He's left? - Stan? Yes.

- Will he be back? - He's gone to get the car greased.

Why?

I've been half-crazy.

When I found out you'd been insane enough to come back in here,

- I started to rush in after you. - I'm glad you didn't.

What on earth were you thinking of?

Answer me. What? What?

Please, Blanche, sit down and stop yelling.

All right, Stella.

I will repeat the question quietly now.

How could you come back in this place last night?

- Now, Blanche... - He must have slept with you.

I forgot how excitable you are, Blanche.

‘You're making much too much fuss about this.

- Am I? -~ I know how it must have seemed

and I'm awful sorry it had to happen,

but it wasn't anything as serious as you seem to take it.

When men are drinking and playing poker, anything can happen.

It's always a powder keg. He didn't know what he was doing.

And when I came back, he was as good as a lamb.

He was really very, very ashamed of himself.

And that...that makes it all right?

Well, no. It isn't all right for anybody to make such a terrible row.

People do sometimes. Stanley's always smashed things.

Why, on our wedding night, as soon as we came in here,

he snatched off one of my slippers

and rushed about smashing the lights bulbs with it.

And you...and you let him?

I was sort of thrilled by it.

Eunice and you had breakfast yet’? There's still some coffee on the stove.

You're so...matter of fact, Stella. Standing there smiling.

What do you want me to do?

Pull yourself together and face the facts.

- What are they, in your opinion? - In my opinion?

- You are married to a madman. -Nol

Yes, you are. Your fix is worse than mine is.

Only you're not being sensible about it.

I'm going to do something.

Take hold of myself and make a new life.

- Yes? - But you...

‘You've given in. Well, that's not right.

- You're not old. You can get out. - I'm not in anything I wanna get out of.

What, Stella?

I said I'm not in anything I have a desire to get out of.

Oh, will you look at the mess in this room.

He promised this morning he was going to quit having these poker parties,

but you know how long such a promise is going to keep.

Well, it's his pleasure, like mine is movies and bridge.

People have got to tolerate each other's habits, I guess.

I don't understand you. I don't understand your indifference!

Is this a Chinese philosophy you've cultivated?

- Is what what? - This shuffling about and mumbling,

as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Are you deliberately shaking that in my face?

- No. - Then stop it.

Put it down. I won't have you cleaning up after him.

Well then, who's going to do it? Are you?

-I? - No, I don't think so.

Oh, let me think. Oh, if only my mind would function.

We've got to get hold of some money, that's the way out.

I guess money is always nice to get hold of.

Listen to me. I have an idea of some kind.

- Do you remember Shep Huntleigh? - No.

Oh, of course you remember Shep Huntleigh.

I went out with him at college, wore his pin for a while.

- Well? -I ran into him last winter.

‘You know I went to Miami during the Christmas holidays?

- No. - Well, I did.

I took the trip as an investment, thinking I'd meet someone with a million dollars.

- Did you? - Yes.

I ran into Shep Hunitleigh. You've heard of oil wells?

- Yes, remotely. - Well, he has them all over Texas.

Texas is literally spouting gold in his pocket.

‘You know how indifferent I am to money.

I think of money only in terms of what it does for you.

But he could do it. Yes, he could certainly do it!

- Do what, Blanche? - Why, set us up in a shop.

- What kind of a shop? - Oh, a shop of some kind.

He could do it with half of what his wife throws away at the races.

Oh, he's married?

Honey, would I be here if the man weren't married?

How do I get Western Union’? No, wait, wait...

Where is a pencil? Give me a slip of paper.

I've got to write it down first... The message, I mean.

Now then, let me see.

“Darling Shep.

"Sister and I in desperate situation.”

- I beg your pardon. - "Sister and I in desperate situation.

“Will explain details later.

"Would you be interested in..."

Would you be interested in...what?

Oh, you never get anywhere with direct appeals.

Darling, don't be so ridiculous.

Don't!

Don't laugh at me, Stella!

Please, please don't laugh at me.

I want you to take a look at the contents of my purse.

Here's what's in it. 65 measly cents in coin of the realm!

Stanley doesn't give me a regular allowance, he likes to pay bills himself.

But this morning he gave me ten dollars to smooth things over.

Take five, Blanche. I'll keep the rest.

- No, thank you. I'll take to the streets. - Talk sense.

- How did you get so low on funds? - Money goes, it goes places.

‘You don't have to worry about anything while you're here - I mean expenses.

Stella, I have to plan for us both, to get us both out.

Will you stop taking it for granted that I'm in something I want to get out of?

I take it for granted. You still have sufficient memory of Belle Reve

- You're taking too much for granted. - I can't believe you're in earnest.

- No? - I understand how it happened a little.

‘You saw him in uniform, not here but somewhere that...

It wouldn't have made any difference where I saw him.

Don't tell me it was one of those mysterious electric things.

- If you do, I'll laugh in your face. - I won't say anything more.

All right, then don't.

But things happen between aman and a woman in the dark...

It makes everything else seem unimportant.

What you are talking about is brutal desire.

Just desire.

The name of that streetcar that bangs through the Quarter

up one old narrow street and down another.

Haven't you ever ridden on that streetcar?

It brought me here -

where I'm not wanted and where I'm ashamed to be.

Don't you think your superior attitude is a bit out of place?

I'm not being or feeling at all superior. Stella, believe me, I'm not.

It's just this. This is how I look at it.

A man like that is someone to go out with

once, twice, three times when the devil is in you.

- But to live with? To have a child by? - I have told you that I love him.

Then I tremble for you. I just tremble for you.

I can't help your trembling if you insist on trembling.

- May I speak plainly? - Yes, do. Go ahead.

As plainly as you want to.

If you will forgive me...

- He's common. - Yes, I suppose he is.

Suppose?

‘You can't have forgotten that much of our bringing up, Stella.

Now you just suppose that any part of a gentleman is in his nature!

Not one particle, no.

Oh, if he were just ordinary, just plain, but good and wholesome...

But, no, there's something downright bestial about him.

- You're hating me saying this. - Go on and say it all, Blanche.

He acts like an animal, he has an animal's habits.

He eats like one, moves like one, talks like one.

There's even something subhuman,

something not quite to the stage of humanity yet.

Yes, something apelike about him,

like one of those pictures I've seen in anthropological studies.

Thousands and thousands of years have passed him right by,

and there he is...Stanley Kowalski, survivor of the Stone Age,

bearing the raw meat home from the kill in the jungle.

And you...

You here, waiting for him.

Maybe he'll strike you.

Or maybe grunt and kiss you - if kisses have been discovered yet.

Night falls, the other apes gather.

His poker night you call it. This party of apes.

Somebody growls.

Some creature snatches at something and the fight is on!

God!

Maybe we are a long way from being made in God's image.

But Stella, my sister,

there has been some progress since then.

Such things as art,

as poetry and music.

Such kinds of new light have come into the world since then.

And in some kinds of people, some tenderer feelings

have had some little beginnings that we have got to make grow

and cling to and hold as our flag.

In this dark march towards whatever it is we're approaching,

don't...

don't hang back with the brutes!

Hey, Stella.

Yes, Stanley.

Oh, Stella!

Hi, Stell. Blanche back?

Yes, she's back.

Hi, Blanche.

Looks like you got under the car.

Ah...them mechanics at Fritz's don't know their can from third base.

Hey...

- What are you laughing at, honey? - Oh, at myself, for being such a liar.

I'm writing a letter to Shep.

“Darling Shep, I am spending the summer on the wing,

“making flying visits here and there.

“And who knows, perhaps I shall take a sudden notion

“to swoop down on Dallas. How would you feel about that?

“Forewarned is forearmed, as they say.

“Most of my sister's friends go north in the summer,

"but some have homes on the Gulf."

- I know about you and that blonde! =- That's a damned lie!

- I'm calling the Vice Squad! = Don't throw that at me!

- That's for you! - Now look at what you've done!

- Did he kill her? - No.

She's coming downstairs.

You come back here!

I'm gonna call the police, I'm gonna call the police!

- What's the matter with Eunice? - She and Steve had a row.

- Is she getting the police? - Nah, she's getting a drink.

- That's much more practical. ~ ls she here?

- Nah, at the Four Deuces. = That rotten hunk.

Oh, I must jot that down in my notebook.

I'm compiling a notebook of words and phrases I've picked up here.

‘You won't pick up nothing you ain't heard before.

- Can I count on that? - You can count on that up to 500.

That's a mighty high number.

What sign were you born under?

- Sign? - Astrological sign.

Oh, I bet you were born under Aries. Aries people are forceful and dynamic.

The dote on noise. They love to bang things around!

Stanley was born just five minutes after Christmas.

Capricorn...

the Goat.

What sign were you born under?

My birthday's next month, the 15th of September, under Virgo.

- What's Virgo? - Virgo is the virgin.

Say, do you happen to know somebody named "Shaw"?

Why, everybody knows somebody named Shaw.

Well, this Shaw is under the impression he met you in Laurel.

I figured he must have mixed you up with some other party,

because this other party is someone he met at a hotel called the "Flamingo".

Yes.

I'm afraid he does have me mixed up with this other party.

Oh, the Hotel Flamingo is not the sort of place I would dare to be seen.

- You know of it? - Yes, I've seen it and smelled it.

‘You must have gotten pretty close if you could smell it.

The odour of cheap perfume is penetrating.

- That stuff you use is expensive? - $12 an ounce.

I'm nearly out.

That's just a hint if you want to remember my birthday.

I figured he'd got you mixed up, but he goes to Laurel all the time,

so he can check it out and clear up any mistakes.

- I'll wait for you at the Four Deuces. - Hey!

- Don't I rate a kiss? - Not in front of your sister.

- You know I don't love them girls. - I don't give a damn about those girls!

- Just forget you said it! - I love you. You know I love you.

I only do that with other girls because I love you.

Stella.

- Are you still frightened of thunder? - What have you heard about me?

- What have people been telling you? - Telling?

‘You haven't heard any unkind gossip about me?

Why, no, Blanche. Of course not.

Honey...

- There was a lot of talk in Laurel. - About you, Blanche?

I haven't been so good these last two years or so,

ever since Belle Reve started to slip through my fingers.

I was never hard or self-sufficient.

When people are soft,

soft people have got to shimmer and glow.

‘You've got to put on soft colours, the colour of butterfly wings

and put paper lanterns over the light bulb.

But it's not enough to be soft - you've got to be soft and attractive.

And I'm fading now.

I don't know how much longer I can turn the trick.

Have you been listening to me?

I never listen to you when you're being morbid.

- Is that Coke for me? - Not for anyone else.

‘You precious thing. Is it just Coke?

‘You mean you wanna shot in it?

Well, honey, a shot never did a Coke any harm.

- No, let me. You mustn't wait on me. - I love to wait on you, Blanche.

It makes it seem more like home.

Well, I must admit I love to be waited on.

Blanche...honey?

What is it?

- You're so good to me, and I... - Blanche.

I know you hate me to talk sentimental.

Honey, believe me, I feel things more than I tell you.

I won't stay long. I promise. I won't. I promise I won't!

I'll go...go soon. I will, really.

I won't hang around until he throws me out.

Now, will you stop talking foolish?

Yes, honey. Now careful how you pour. That fizzy stuff foams over.

- Oh! - Heavens!

- Right on my pretty white skirt. - Use your hanky.

- Blot gently. - Yes, I know.

- Gently, gently. ~ Did it stain?

No, not a bit. Isn't that lucky?

- Why did you scream like that? - I don't know why I screamed.

Mitch... Mitch is coming at 7:00.

I guess I'm just feeling nervous about our relations.

He doesn't know.

I haven't informed him of my real age.

Why are you sensitive about your age?

Because of the hard knocks my vanity has been given.

What I mean is, he thinks I'm sort of prim and proper, you know.

I want to keep it that way.

I want to deceive him just enough to make him want me.

Blanche, do you want him?

I want to rest.

I want to breathe quietly again.

Yes...

I want Mitch. I want him very badly.

If it happens, I can leave here and not be anyone's problem.

Hey, Eunice. Hey, Stella.

- It will happen. = It will?

It will! It will, honey, it will!

But don't take another drink.

- Come on, lover boy. - I'm gonna get you!

Come back here, you sweet little patoota!

- Hiya, fatty. - Oh, let me go.

- Come in. - Good evening, ma'am.

Well, well...

And what can I do for you?

- I'm collecting for the “Evening Star”. - I didn't know stars took up collections.

- It's the paper, ma‘am. - I know. I was joking...feebly.

Will you...er...have a drink?

No, ma‘am. I can't drink on the job.

Well now, let me see...

No, I haven't a dime.

- I'm not the lady of the house. - That's all right. I'll drop by later.

Hey...

- Could you...er...give me a light? - Sure.

- This doesn't always work. - It's temperamental?

Thank you.

- What time is it? - It's fifteen to seven, ma'am.

So late?

Don't you just love these long rainy afternoons in New Orleans...

.. when an hour isn't just an hour,

but a little piece of eternity dropped into your hands?

And who knows what to do with it?

- You...er...didn't get wet in the rain? - No, ma'am. I stepped inside.

Into a drugstore. And had a soda. Chocolate.

- No, ma‘am, cherry. - Cherry?

A cherry soda.

You make my mouth water.

- Well, I'd better be going... - Young man...

‘Young, young...

» YOUNG, YOUNG Man.

Has anyone ever told you

you look like a young prince out of the "Arabian Nights"?

- No, ma’‘am. - Well, you do, honey lamb.

Come here.

Come on over here like I told you.

I want to kiss you, just once,

softly and sweetly on your mouth.

Run along now.

It would be nice to keep you, but I've got to be good

and keep my hands off children...

Look who's coming.

My Rosenkavalier!

Bow to me first.

And now present them...

Well, I guess it must be pretty late. And you're tired.

- How will you get home? = I'll catch an L car from Bourbon.

Is that streetcar named Desire still grinding along the tracks at this hour?

I'm afraid you haven't had fun this evening, Blanche.

- I spoiled it for your? - No, you didn't.

But I felt I wasn't giving you much entertainment.

I simply couldn't rise to the occasion. That was all.

Oh, I don't think I ever tried so hard to be gay and made such a mess.

Why try if you didn't feel like it, Blanche?

- I was just obeying the law of nature. - Which law is that?

The one that says a lady must entertain a gentleman or no dice.

See if you can locate my door key in this purse.

When I'm so tired, my fingers are all thumbs.

Is this it?

No, that is the key to my trunk, which I must soon be packing.

- You are leaving soon? - I've outstayed my welcome.

- Is this it? - Eureka!

Open the door, will you honey, while I take one last look at the sky.

I'm looking for the Pleiades, the Seven Sisters.

Oh, but these girls are not out tonight.

Oh, yes, they are. There they are, God bless them.

Allin a bunch coming home from their little bridge party.

Did you get the door open’? Good boy.

- I guess you want to go now. - Can I kiss you good night?

- Why do you always ask if you may? - I don't know whether you want me to.

Why should you be so doubtful?

- That night when I kissed you... - It wasn't the kiss I objected to.

I liked the kiss very much.

It was the other little familiarity that I felt obliged to discourage.

Not that I resented it, not a bit in the world.

In fact, I was somewhat flattered that you desired me.

But you know that a single girl, a girl alone in the world,

has got to keep a firm hold on her emotions, or she'll be lost.

Lost?

I guess you're used to girls who like to be lost.

The kind that get lost on the very first date.

Oh, no. I like you to be exactly the way that you are,

because in all my experience, I have never known anyone like you.

Are you laughing at me?

Oh, no, no, no, honey.

No, I'm not laughing at you.

The lord and the lady of the house have not yet returned, so come in.

We'll have a nightcap.

Let's leave the light off, shall we?

This crashing around in the dark is my search for some liquor.

- You want a drink? - I want you to have a drink.

‘You've been so anxious and solemn all evening, and so have I.

We've both been anxious and solemn.

And now for these few, last remaining moments of our lives together,

I want to create joie de vivre. I'm lighting a candle.

That's good.

We are going to be very Bohemian.

We are going to pretend that this is an artists café on the Left Bank in Paris.

- Do you understand French? - No, I don't understand French.

I mean it's a damned good thing... I've found some liquor.

Just enough for two shots without any dividends, honey.

That's good.

Why don't you take off your coat and loosen your collar.

- I'd better leave it on. - I want you to be comfortable.

No, I am ashamed of the way I perspire. My shirt is sticking to me.

Perspiration is healthy.

Why, if people didn't perspire, they'd die in five minutes.

This is a nice coat. What material is it?

They call that stuff alpaca. I's a very lightweight alpaca.

I don't like to wear a wash coat, even in summer,

because I sweat, and it don't look neat on me.

A man with a heavy build has to be careful not to look clumsy.

- You are not too heavy. = You don't think I am?

‘You're not the delicate type.

‘You have a massive bone structure and an imposing physique.

I thank you. Last Christmas I was given a membership

at the New Orleans Athletic Club. It is the finest present I ever was given.

I work out there with the weights, I swim and I keep myself fit.

When I started I was soft in the belly, but now my belly is hard.

Aman can punch me in the belly and it won't hurt me.

Punch me. Go on!

See?

- Gracious! - Blanche, guess how much I weigh.

Oh, I'd say in the vicinity of...

180 pounds.

- No, no, guess again. = Not that much?

‘You could carry a good deal of weight without looking awkward.

I weigh 245 pounds, and I'm six foot one and one half inches tall.

And that is what I weigh stripped.

My goodness, that's awe inspiring!

I guess my weight is not a very interesting subject to talk about...

What's yours?

- My weight? - Yes.

Guess.

- Let me lift you. - Samson!

Go ahead, lift me.

You are light as a feather.

‘You may release me now. I said unhand me, sir...

Mitch, just because Stanley and Stella are not at home

is no reason you shouldn't behave like a gentleman.

‘You just give me a slap whenever I step out of bounds.

That won't be necessary.

‘You're a natural gentleman, one of the very few left in the world.

Where's Stanley and Stella tonight?

They have gone out with Mr and Mrs Hubbell upstairs.

We should all go out together some night.

- No, no, that wouldn't be a good idea. - Why not?

- You are an old friend of Stanley's. - We was together in the 241st.

- I guess he talks to you frankly. - Sure.

- Has he talked to you about me? = Oh, not very much.

What would you say his attitude toward me was?

- I think that he don't understand you. - That is putting it mildly.

If it weren't for Stella about to have a baby,

I wouldn't be able to endure things around here.

- He isn't nice to you? - He's insufferably rude.

He goes out of his way to offend me.

I don't see how anyone could be rude to you.

It's a pretty frightful situation.

Surely, he must have told you how much he hates me.

- I don't think he hates you. - He hates me.

He hates me. Or why would he insult me?

First time I laid eyes on him, I thought, that man is my executioner.

- That man will destroy me unless... - Blanche.

Blanche.

- Yes, honey? - Can I ask you a question?

Yes, what?

- How old are you? - Why do you want to know?

Because my mother said, " How old is Blanche’?".

- You talked to your mother about me? - Yes.

- Why? - Because I told her how nice you were.

- Were you sincere about that? =- You know that I was.

- Why did she want to know my age? - Mother is sick.

I'm sorry to hear that. Badly?

She won't live long. Maybe just a few months.

She worries because I'm not settled. She wants me to be settled before...

‘You love her very much, don't you?

I think you have a great capacity for devotion.

‘You'll be lonely when she passes on.

- I understand what that is. - To be lonely?

I loved someone once, and the person I loved, I lost.

- Dead? - Yes.

Aman?

He was a boy...

Just a boy, when I was a very young girl.

When I was sixteen, I made the discovery... Love.

All at once, and much, much too completely.

It was like turning a blinding light on something

that had always been half in shadow.

‘That's how it struck the world for me.

But I was unlucky.

Deluded.

There was something different about the boy,

a nervousness, a softness,

a tenderness, which wasn't like a man's.

Although, he wasn't in the least bit effeminate looking,

still, that thing was there.

He came to me for help. But I didn't know that.

I didn't find out anything until after our marriage,

When we'd run away and come back.

And all I knew was that...

I had failed him in some mysterious way,

and wasn't able to give him the help that he needed but couldn't speak of.

He was in the quicksands, clutching at me...

But I wasn't holding him out, I was slipping in with him.

But I didn't know that.

I didn't know anything, except that I loved him unendurably.

But without being able to help him or help myself.

And then I found out.

In the worst of all possible ways.

By suddenly coming into a room which I thought was empty.

That wasn't empty, it had two people in it...

the boy I'd married...and an older man

that had been his friend for years...

Afterwards, we pretended that nothing had been discovered.

Yes, the three of us drove out to Moon Lake Casino,

very drunk and laughing all the way.

Wie danced the Varsouviana...

Suddenly, in the middle of the dance, the boy I had married

broke away from me and ran out of the casino.

A few moments later...a shot...

I ran out. All did, all ran and...

... gathered about this terrible thing at the edge of the lake.

I couldn't get near for the crowding.

Then somebody caught my arm... "Don't go any closer. Come back.

"You don't want to see."

"See what?"

And then I heard voices say...

“Allan, the Grey boy..."

He'd stuck a revolver...

_..to his mouth and fired.

So that the back of his head had been...

. blown away.

It was because on the dance floor...

..Unable to stop myself,

I'd suddenly said,

"I know.

“You disgust me!”

And then that searchlight...

that had been turned on the world...

.. Was turned off again.

Never for one moment since

has there been any light stronger than that kitchen candle.

‘You need somebody. And I need somebody, too.

Could it be you and me, Blanche?

Sometimes there's God, so quickly.

- What's all this stuff for? - Honey, it's Blanche's birthday.

- Is she here? - In the bathroom.

- Soaking in a hot tub? - Yes.

Temperature 100 on the nose, and she soaks herself in a hot tub.

She says it cools her off for the evening.

And you run and get her Cokes, I suppose

and serve them to Her Majesty in the tub.

Sit down.

- I got the dope on your big sister. - Stanley, stop picking on Blanche.

That girl calls me "common".

Lately, you've been rubbing her the wrong way. Blanche is sensitive.

Blanche and I grew up under very different circumstances.

So I've been told, and told and told and told.

‘You know she's been feeding us a pack of lies here, don't you?

- I don't want to hear... - She has, however.

But now the cat is out of the bag. I found out some things.

- What things? - Things I already suspected.

But now I have proof from the most reliable sources,

which I have checked on.

Some canary bird, huh’?

Will you tell me quietly what you think you have found out about my sister.

Lie number one.

All this squeamishness she puts on.

‘You should just know the line she's fed to Mitch.

He thought she had never been more than kissed by a fella.

What have you heard and who from?

He knows all about her, and everybody else knows all about her.

She is as famous in Laurel as if she was the President.

Only she is not respected by any party.

This supply man stops at a hotel called the "Flamingo".

- What about the Flamingo? - She stayed there, too.

My sister stayed at Belle Reve.

This is after the home place had slipped through her lily white fingers.

She moved to the Flamingo,

a second-class hotel which has the advantage of not interfering

in the private life of the personalities there.

Now the Flamingo's used to all sorts of goings-on,

but even the management was impressed with Dame Blanche.

They requested her to turn in her room key for permanently.

This happened just a couple of weeks before she showed here.

Sure, I can see how you would be upset by this.

- She pulled the wool over your eyes. = There's no truth in it.

Honey, I told you, I checked on every single story.

Dame Blanche couldn't put on her act any more in Laurel.

The town was too small for this to go on. And as time went by,

she became the town character.

Regarded not just as different, but downright loco... Nuts.

That's why she's here this summer, putting on this act,

because she was practically told by the Mayor to get out of town.

There was an Army camp near Laurel.

‘Your sister's was called “out of bounds".

- Lie Number Two. - I don't want to hear any more.

She didn't resign temporarily because of her nerves.

She was kicked out before the spring term ended.

And I hate to tell you why that step was taken.

A seventeen-year-old boy, she's got herself mixed up with.

This is making me sick.

The boy's dad got in touch with the school.

I'd love to have been in the office when Blanche was called in,

to see her trying to squirm out of that.

They had her hooked good and proper, they told her she'd better move on.

It was practically a town ordinance passed against her.

- Stella? - Yes, Blanche?

- Bring me another bath towel. - Yes, Blanche.

- What's the matter, honey? - Matter, why?

‘You have such a strange expression on your face.

I guess I'm a little tired.

Why don't you take a hot bath as soon as I get out?

How soon is that going to be?

Not so terribly long. Possess your soul in patience.

It's not my soul, it's my kidneys I'm worried about.

- What do you think? - I don't believe all those stories,

and I think your supply man was mean and rotten to tell them.

It's possible that some of the things he said are partly true.

- My sister was always flighty. - Yeah, flighty.

But when she was young, very young,

she married a boy who wrote poetry.

He was extremely good looking.

I think Blanche didn't just love him, but worshipped the ground he walked on.

Adored him and thought him almost too fine to be human.

- And then she found out... - What?

This beautiful and talented young man was a degenerate.

Didn't your supply man give you that information?

We discussed recent history. That must have been long ago.

Yes, it was. A pretty long time ago.

How many candles are you sticking in that cake?

- I'll stop at 25. - ls company expected?

We asked Mitch to come over for cake and ice cream.

- I wouldn't be expecting Mitch. - Why?

Stell, Mitch is a buddy. We were in the same outfit together -

241st Engineers. Now we work in the same plant.

- Did you repeat what that man said’? = You're damn right I told him!

I'd have that on my conscience, letting my best friend get caught.

- Is Mitch through with her? - Wouldn't you be...

- Is Mitch through with her? - No, not necessarily, just wised up.

Stanley, she thought Mitch was going to marry her.

- I was hoping so... - Maybe he was,

but he's not going to jump into a tank with a school of sharks.

Blanche! Oh, Blanche.

- Could I please get into my bathroom’? - Yes, indeed, sir.

Can you wait one second while I dry?

Having waited one hour, one second ought to pass in a hurry.

She hasn't got her job. What will she do?

She's not staying here after Tuesday.

Just to make sure, I bought her a bus ticket.

- Blanche wouldn't go on a bus. - She'll go on a bus and like it.

- No, she won't, Stanley! No, she won't! - She'll go...period.

P.S. she'll go Tuesday.

What will she do? What on earth will she do?

Her future is mapped out for her.

What do you mean?

Hey, canary bird. Toots, get out of the bathroom!

I feel so good after my long, hot bath.

- I feel so good and cool and rested. - Do you, Blanche?

Yes, so refreshed.

There's nothing like a hot bath and a long, cold drink

to give me a brand new outlook on life. Something has happened.

- What is it? - Why, nothing's happened, Blanche.

You're lying.

Something has.

Stanley, tell us a joke.

Tell us a funny story, something to make us all laugh.

I don't know what's the matter, we're all so solemn.

Is it because I've been stood up by my beau?

It's the first time in my entire experience with men,

and I've had a good deal of all sorts,

that I've actually been stood up.

I don't know how to take it.

Tell us a funny little story, Stanley, something to help us out.

I didn't think you liked my stories, Blanche.

I like them when they're amusing, but not indecent.

I don't know any refined enough for your taste.

- Well, then let me tell one. - Yes, you tell one, Blanche.

‘You used to know lots of good stories.

Let me see now, I must run through my repertoire.

Oh, yes, I love parrot stories. Do you all like parrot stories?

Well, this one is about the old maid and the parrot.

This old maid, she had a parrot that cursed a blue streak

and knew more vulgar expressions than Mr Kowalski.

The only way to hush the parrot up was to put the cover back on its cage

so it would think it was night and go back to sleep.

Well, one morning, the old maid had just uncovered the parrot when

who should she see coming up the front walk, but the preacher.

She rushed back to the parrot and put the cover on its cage

and then let in the preacher.

Must be upstairs...

Well...

The parrot was perfectly still, just as quiet as a mouse.

As she was asking the preacher how much sugar he wanted in his coffee,

the parrot broke the silence with a loud...

and said, “Hot damn, but that was a short day!"

Apparently, Mr Kowalski was not amused.

Mr Kowalski is too busy making a pig of himself to think about anything else.

‘Your face and your fingers are disgustingly greasy.

Go and wash up and then help me clear the table.

‘That's how I'll clear the table.

Don't you ever talk to me that way.

Pig, Polack, disgusting, vulgar, greasy.

Them words have been under your tongue, and your sister's, too much.

What do you two think you are, a pair of queens?

Remember what Huey Long said, “Every man is a king!"

I am the king around here, so don't you forget it!

My place is cleared. Want me to clear yours?

- What happened while I was bathing’? - Nothing, nothing, nothing.

I think he told you something about Mitch and me.

‘You know why Mitch didn't come, but you won't tell me.

- I'm going to call him. - I wouldn't call him, Blanche.

I intend to be given some explanation from someone!

I hope you're pleased with your doings.

I never had so much trouble swallowing food in my life.

Looking at that girl's face and that empty chair.

Hello. Mr Mitchell, please.

I'd like to leave a number, if I may.

Yes, Magnolia 9047.

And say that it's important to call.

Yes. Very important.

Thank you.

Stella, it's gonna be all right after she goes and after you've had the baby.

It's gonna be all right again between you and me, the way that it was.

‘You remember that way that it was, them nights we had together?

It's gonna be sweet when we can make noise in the night,

and get them coloured lights going with nobody's sister to hear us.

Steve and Eunice.

Come on back inside.

What pretty, pretty little candles. Oh, don't burn them, Stella.

‘You ought to save them for baby's birthdays.

Oh, I hope the candles are going to glow in his life.

I hope his eyes are going to be like candles,

like two blue candles lighted in a white cake.

What poetry!

I shouldn't have called him.

There's lots of things that could have happened.

There's no excuse for it, Stella. I don't have to put up with insults.

- It's hot in here with the steam. - I've said I was sorry three times!

I take hot baths for my nerves. "“Hydro-therapy", they call it.

‘You healthy Polack without a nerve in your body.

Of course, you don't understand anxiety.

I am not a Polack. People from Poland are Poles,

not Polacks.

But what I am is 100% American,

born and raised in the greatest country on earth

and proud as hell of it, so don't you ever call me a Polack.

- That's for me, I'm sure. - I'm not so sure. Keep your seat...

Hello?

Hello, Mac...

Keep your hands off me, Stella! What is the matter with you?

- Why are you looking at me with pity? - Will you shut up over there!

We got a noisy woman in the place. Go ahead, Mac... At Riley's?

Nah, I don't want to bowl at Riley's. I had trouble with Riley last week.

I'm the team captain, ain't I’? We'll bowl at the West Side or the Gala.

All right, Mac. See you.

Sister Blanche, I've got a little birthday remembrance for you.

Have you, Stanley?

- I wasn't expecting any. - I hope you like it.

- Why, if's a... - ...4 ticket back to Laurel.

On the Greyhound. Tuesday.

- You didn't need to do that. - Don't forget all that I took off her.

‘You needn't have been so cruel to someone alone, as she is.

- Delicate piece she is. =~ She is!

She was! You didn't know Blanche as a girl.

Nobody, nobody, was tender and trusting as she was.

But people like you abused her, forced her to change.

- Do you think you're going bowling? - Sure.

‘You're not going bowling now. Why did you do that to her?

- Let go of my shirt. You've torn it! - Tell me why!

When we first met, you thought I was common.

How right you was, baby. l was common as dirt.

‘You showed me the snapshot of the place with the columns.

I pulled you down and you loved it, having them coloured lights going!

Wasn't we happy together,

wasn't it all OK till she showed here?

And wasn't we happy together. Wasn't it all OK till she showed here!

Hoity-toity, describing me like an ape!

What's the matter, Stella? Did I hurt you?

‘Take me to the hospital...

Red hot corns! Red hot!

- Who is it, please? - Me, Mitch.

Just a minute...

Why, Mitch.

‘You know I shouldn't even let you in after the treatment I received from you.

So utterly uncavalier. But, hello, beautiful.

My, my, what a cold shoulder.

And such uncouth apparel.

Why, you haven't even shaved. But I forgive you.

I forgive you because it's such a relief to see you.

‘You've stopped that polka tune I had caught in my head.

Have you ever had anything caught in your head?

No, of course you haven't, you dumb angel-puss,

you'd never get anything awful caught in your head.

- Do we have to have that fan on’? - No.

- I don't like fans. - Let's turn it off. I'm not partial to them.

I don't know what there is to drink around here.

- I don't want Stan's liquor. ~ It isn't Stan's.

Some things on the premises are actually mine.

How is your mother? Isn't your mother well?

Why?

Something's the matter tonight, but never mind.

I won't cross-examine the witness. I'll just pretend I...

don't notice anything different about you.

- Oh, that music again. - What music?

That polka tune they were playing when Allan...

There now, the shot.

It always stops after that.

- Yes, now it's stopped. - Are you boxed outta your mind?

I'll go see what I can find in the way of... Oh...

by the way, excuse me for not being dressed,

but I'd practically given you up.

Had you forgotten your invitation to supper?

I wasn't gonna to see you any more.

Wait. I can't hear what you're saying, and you talk so little

that when you do say something, I don't want to miss a syllable of it.

Here's something!

Southern Comfort. What is that, I wonder?

If you don't know, it must belong to Stan.

Lay off his liquor. He says you've been lapping it up like a wildcat.

What a fantastic statement. Fantastic of him to say it,

and fantastic of you to repeat it.

I won't descend to the level of cheap accusations, to answer them even.

What's in your mind? I see something in your eyes.

- It's dark in here. ~I like it dark.

The dark is comforting to me.

I don't think I've ever seen you in the light. That's a fact.

-Is it? - I've never seen you in the afternoon.

Well, whose fault is that?

‘You never want to go out in the afternoon.

- You're at the plant in the afternoon. - Not Sunday afternoon.

‘You never want to go out till after 6:00, to places that aren't lighted much.

There is some obscure meaning in this, but I fail to catch it.

I've never had a good look at you. Let's turn on this light here.

- Which light’? What for? - This one with the paper thing on it.

- What did you do that for? - So I can take a good look at you.

Of course. You don't really mean to be insulting.

- No, just realistic. - I don't want realism. I want magic.

- Magic? - Yes, magic.

I try to give that to people. I do misrepresent things.

I don't tell the truth, I tell what ought to be the truth.

If that's a sin, let be damned for it. Don't turn on the light!

I don't mind you being older than what I thought.

But all the rest of it... Damn!

That pitch about your ideals being so old-fashioned

and all the malarkey you been dishing out all summer.

Oh, I knew you weren't sixteen any more,

but I was fool enough to believe you were straight.

Who told you I wasn't straight? My loving brother-in-law?

- And you believed him’? -Nol

I called him a liar at first, but then I checked the story.

I asked our supply man who travels through Laurel.

- Then I talked directly to this merchant. - Who is this merchant?

Kiefaber.

Oh, the merchant Kiefaber of Laurel. Yes, I know the man.

He whistled at me. I put him in his place. So for revenge

- he makes up stories about me... - Three people, swore to...

Rub-a-dub-dub, three men in a tub. And such a filthy tub!

- Didn't you stay at the Flamingo hotel? - Flamingo? No.

“Tarantula” was the name. I stayed at a hotel called the Tarantula Arms.

- Tarantula Arms? - Yes, a big spider!

That's where I brought my victims...

Yes, I had many intimacies with strangers.

After the death of Allan, intimacies with strangers

was all I seemed able to fill my empty heart with.

I think it was panic, just panic, that drove me from one to another,

Even at last, in a seventeen-year-old boy.

But somebody wrote the superintendent,

“This woman is morally unfit for her position."

‘True?

‘Yes, I suppose. Unfit somehow anyway.

So I came here.

There was nowhere else for me to go. I was played out.

Do you know what "played out" means?

My youth was suddenly gone up the water spout.

Then I met you.

‘You said you needed somebody. Well, I needed somebody too.

I thanked God for you.

‘You seemed to be gentle, a cleft in the rock of the world that I could hide in!

But I guess I was asking, hoping too much.

Kiefaber, Stanley and Shaw tied an old tin can to the tail of the kite.

- You lied to me, Blanche. - Don't say I lied to you.

- All lies! - Never inside! I never lied in my heart.

I was true as God in my heart to all of you always.

What?

It's somebody outside.

I lived in a house where dying old women remembered their dead men.

Crumble and fade.

Regrets...recriminations.

If you would have done this, it wouldn't have cost me that!

Legacies...

And other things such as...

bloodstained pillowslips.

“Her linens need changing.”

"Yes, Mother,

“but couldn't we get a coloured girl to do it?"

No, we couldn't, of course.

Everything gone now, bul...

Death.

I used to sit here and she used to sit over there,

and death was as close as you are.

We didn't dare even admit we had ever heard of it.

Death.

The opposite is desire.

So do you wonder?

How could you possibly wonder?

Not far from Belle Reve, before we lost Belle Reve,

Was a Camp where they trained young soldiers.

On Saturday nights, they used to go into town to get drunk.

On the way back, they'd stagger onto my lawn and call to me.

"Blanche, Blanche”.

The deaf old lady remaining suspected nothing.

But sometimes...

I'd slip outside and answered their calls.

Later, the paddy wagon would...

gather them up like daisies...

the long way home...

- What do you want? - What I been missing all summer.

Oh, then marry me, Mitch.

I don't think I wanna marry you any more.

‘You're not clean enough to bring in the house with my mother.

Go away.

Get out of here quick before I start screaming fire!

Get out of here quick before I start screaming fire!

Fire!

How about taking a swim...

a moonlight swim at the old rock quarry?

That is, if anyone is sober enough to drive a car.

Best way in the world to stop your head buzzing.

Only you have to be careful and dive where the deep pool is.

If you hit a rock you don't come up till tomorrow...

Oh, my goodness!

They're playing "Good Night Ladies”.

May I rest my weary head on your shoulder?

It's so comforting.

Hiya, Blanche.

- How's my sister? - She's doing OK.

- How's the baby? - The baby won't come before morning,

so they told me to go home and get a little shut-eye.

Does that mean we are to be alone in here?

Just me and you, Blanche, unless you got somebody under the bed.

What you got on those fine feathers for?

That's right, you left before my wire came.

- You've got a wire? - Yes.

I received a telegram from an old admirer of mine.

- Anything good? - I think so. An invitation.

- What to? A fireman's ball? - A cruise of the Caribbean on a yacht!

Well, well, what do you know? Who d'you say it was from?

Mr Shep Huntleigh. I wore his ATO pin in my last year at college.

I hadn't seen him until last Christmas.

And, just now, this wire, inviting me on a cruise. The problem is clothes.

I tore into my trunk to see what I have that's suitable for the tropics.

And come up with that gorgeous diamond tiara.

This old relic. It's only rhinestones.

I thought it was Tiffany's diamonds.

Well, anyhow, I shall be entertained in style.

It goes to show you never know what is coming.

Just when I thought my luck had begun to fail me.

Into the picture pops this Miami millionaire!

The man is not from Miami. This man is from Dallas.

Well, just so that he is from somewhere.

Close the curtain if you're going to undress any further.

This is all I'm going to undress right now.

Have you seen a bottle opener?

I used to have a cousin, he could open a beer bottle with his teeth.

That was his only accomplishment. He was just a human bottle opener.

Then one time at a wedding party, he broke his front teeth off.

After that, he was so ashamed he'd sneak out whenever company came.

Rain from heaven.

What do you say? Shall we bury the hatchet and make it a loving cup?

No, thank you.

What are you doing in here?

This is something I always break out on special occasions like this.

The silk pyjamas I wore on my wedding night.

And when that telephone rings and they say, "You've got a son"

I'll tear this off and wave it like a flag!

I guess we're both entitled to put on the dog.

‘You having an oil millionaire and me having a baby.

When I think of how divine it's going to be to have privacy once more

I could weep with joy.

This millionaire from Dallas is not going to interfere with your privacy?

It won't be the sort of thing you have in mind.

This man is a gentleman. He respects me.

A cultivated woman, a woman of intelligence and breeding

can enrich a man's life immeasurably, and I have those things to offer.

And time doesn't take them away.

Physical beauty is passing,

a transitory possession, but beauty of the mind

and richness of the spirit and tenderness of the heart...

And I have all those things.

They aren't taken away, but grow, increase with the years.

How strange that I should be called a destitute woman,

when I have all these treasures locked in my heart!

I think of myself as a very, very rich woman.

But I have been foolish, casting my pearls before....

- Swine, huh? - Yes, swine.

Swine!

And I'm thinking not only of you, but of your friend, Mr Mitchell.

He dared to come here in his work clothes, and to repeat slander to me,

vicious stories that he had gotten from you!

- I gave him his walking papers! - You did, huh?

But then he came back.

He returned with a box of roses to beg my forgiveness.

He implored my forgiveness...

but some things are not forgivable.

Deliberate cruelty is not forgivable.

It is the one unforgivable thing, in my opinion.

And it is the one thing of which I have never been guilty.

So I told him... I said to him,

“Thank you,

“but I was foolish to think we could ever adapt ourselves to each other.

“Our ways of life are too different.

“We have to be realistic about such things.

“Oh, farewell, my friend

“and let there be no hard feelings.”

Was this before or after the telegram came from the Texas oil millionaire?

What telegram?

Oh, no...er...no, after.

As a matter of fact, my wire came...

‘There wasn't no wire at all.

There isn't no millionaire,

and Mitch didn't come back with no roses, because I know where he is.

There isn't a damn thing but imagination, lies, conceit and tricks.

And look at yourself.

Look at yourself in this worn-out Mardi Gras outfit rented for 50 cents

from some rag-picker with the crazy crown on!

What queen do you think you are? I've been onto you from the start.

Not once did you pull the wool over this boy's eyes!

‘You come here and sprinkle the place with powder, spray perfume,

and you cover the light bulb with a paper lantern.

And lo and behold, the place has turned into Egypt.

‘You are the Queen of the Nile sitting on your throne, swilling down my liquor!

Well, I say ha-ha. Do you hear me? Ha-ha-ha!

Operator, operator, give me long distance.

‘Yes, I want to get in touch with Mr Shep Huntleigh of Dallas.

No, he's so well known he doesn't require any address.

Just ask anyone who... No, no, please understand,

I couldn't find it right now...

No, no, wait! I can't.

Operator, never mind long distance. There isn't time.

Get VWWestern Union...

Western... Western Union...Union.

‘Yes, I want you to take down this message:

“In desperate, desperate circumstances.

“Help me! Caught in a trap! Caught in..."

- You left the phone off the hook. - Let me get out.

Let me get by you.

Get by me? Sure, go ahead.

‘You...you stand over there.

‘You've got plenty of room to get by me now.

Not with you there.

I've got to get out somehow!

‘You think I'll interfere with you?

Come to think of it, maybe you wouldn't be so bad to interfere with.

Stay back! Don't come toward me another step or I'll...

- What? - Some awful thing will happen, it will.

- What are you putting on now? - I warn you! I'm in danger!

- What did you do that for? - To twist the broken end in your face.

- I bet you would do that. ~ I would.

- I will if you... - You want some rough house!

All right, let's have some rough house.

Tiger, tiger. Drop the bottle top.

Drop it.

We've had this date with each other from the beginning.

Drew to an inside straight and beat it, by God.

- Put it in English, grease ball. - I am cursing your rotting luck.

‘You know what luck is? Luck is believing you're lucky.

‘Take Salerno.

I believed I was lucky.

I figured that four out of five would not make it through, but I would, and I did.

‘You wanna hold a front position in this rat race, you've got to believe your luck.

‘You, you, you brag, brag bull!

What's the matter with him?

Always said men were callous things, but this beats anything.

Making pigs of yourselves?

- Come on, let's play. - How's my baby?

Sleeping like a little angel. Brought you some grapes.

- Where is she? - Bathing.

How is she?

She wouldn't eat anything, but asked for a drink.

What did you tell her?

I told her we made arrangements for her to rest in the country.

She's got it mixed up in her mind with Shep Huntleigh.

- Stella? - Yes, Blanche?

That cool yellow silk, the bouclé?

See if it's crushed. If it's not too crushed, I'll wear it.

And on the lapel, that silver and turquoise pin

in the shape of a seahorse.

Oh, and Stella, try and locate a bunch of artificial...

.. violets to wear with the pin on the lapel of my jacket.

- I just don't know if I did the right thing. - What else could you do?

I couldn't believe her story and go on living with Stanley.

Don't you ever believe it. You gotta keep on going, honey.

No matter what happens, we all gotta keep on going.

- Stella, is the coast clear? - Yes, Blanche.

Tell her how well she's looking.

- I have just washed my hair. - Did you?

- I'm not sure I got all the soap out. = Such fine hair.

Yes, if's a problem. Did I get any calls?

- Who from, Blanche? - Shep Huntleigh.

- Why, not yet, honey. - How strange, I...

Mitch?

What's happened here’? I want an explanation of what's going on here!

Hush.

What are you two looking at me like that for?

- ls something wrong with me? - Don't she look wonderful?

I understand you're going on a trip.

- Blanche is going on a vacation. - I'm green with envy.

Help me.

Help me get dressed.

- Is this what you want? - Yes, it will do.

I'm anxious to get out of here.

- This place is a trap. - Such a pretty blue jacket.

- It's lilac-coloured. = You're both mistaken.

It's Della Robbia blue, the blue of the robe in the old Madonna pictures.

- Are these grapes washed? - Huh?

- Washed. Are they washed? - They're from the French market.

That doesn't mean they've been washed.

Oh, those cathedral bells.

They're the only clean things in the Quarter.

Well, I'm going now. I'm ready to go.

She's gonna walk out before they get here.

Blanche, wait.

I don't want to pass in front of those men.

- Then wait till the game breaks up. ~- Yes. Sit down and...

I can smell the sea air.

I'm going to spend the rest of my days on the sea.

And when I die, I'm going to die on the sea.

And do you know what I shall die of?

I shall die of eating an unwashed grape

one day out on the ocean.

“Poor lady," they'll say, "That quinine did her no good.

“That unwashed grape has transported her soul to heaven."

And I shall be buried at sea, sewn up in a clean white sack

and dropped overboard at noon...

in the blaze of summer...

into an ocean as blue...

as the blue of my first lover's eyes.

Excuse me while I see who's at the door.

- Yes. ~ I wonder if it's for me...

Someone is calling for Blanche.

It is for me then?

Is it the gentleman I was expecting from Dallas?

I think it is, Blanche.

I'm not quite ready.

Ask him to wait outside.

Everything packed?

My silver toilet articles are still out...

- They're waiting in front of the house. - Who's they?

There is a lady with him.

I wonder who this lady could be.

- How is she dressed? - Just sort of plain tailored outfit.

- Possibly she's his... - Shall we go, Blanche?

- Must we go through that room? - I will go with you.

- How do I look? - Lovely.

Please don't get up. I'm only passing through.

‘You are not the gentleman I was expecting.

That man isn't Shep Huntleigh.

Did you forget something?

Yes, I forgot something.

I forgot something!

Nurse, bring her out.

Hello, Blanche.

- She says she forgot something. - That's all right.

What did you forget, Blanche?

It don't matter. We can pick it up later.

Sure, we can send it along with the trunk.

I don't know you. I don't know you.

- I want to be left alone, please. - Now, Blanche...

Now, Blanche...

Blanche, all you've left here is spilt talcum powder and old perfume bottles,

unless it's the paper lantern you want. You want the lantern?

- Oh, my God, don't let them hurt her! - No, no, honey.

Don't go back in there. Stay with me and don't look.

Hey, Doc, you'd better go in.

‘You done this with all your damn rotten things you...

- Get him offl! - Come on, Mitch.

Come on!

‘You done the right thing. It's the only thing you could do.

There was no other place where she could go.

These fingernails will have to be trimmed.

- Jacket, Doctor? - Not unless necessary...

Miss DuBois?

- Please... - It won't be necessary.

- Ask her to let go of me. - Yes.

Let her go.

Whoever you are,

I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.

Blanche...

Blanche...

Blanche!

All right, boys...this game is seven card stud