BLANCHE:
It's really a pretty frightful situation. You see, there's no privacy here. There's just these portieres between the two rooms at night. He stalks through the rooms in his underwear at night. And I have to ask him to close the bathroom door. That sort of commonness isn't necessary. You probably wonder why I don't move out. Well, I'll tell you frankly. A teacher's salary is barely sufficient for her living expenses. I didn't save a penny last year and so I had to come here for the summer. That's why I have to put up with my sister's husband. And he has to put up with me, apparently so much against his wishes.... Surely he must have told you how much he hates me!
MITCH:
I don't think he hates you.
BLANCHE:
He hates me. Or why would he insult me? The first time I laid eyes on him I thought to myself, that man is my executioner! That man will destroy me, unless--
MITCH:
Blanche--
BLANCHE:
Yes, honey?
MITCH:
Can I ask you a question?
BLANCHE:
Yes. What?
MITCH:
How old are you?
[She makes a nervous gesture.]
BLANCHE:
Why do you want to know?
MITCH:
I talked to my mother about you and she said, "How old is Blanche?" And I wasn't able to tell her.
[There is another pause.]
BLANCHE:
You talked to your mother about me?
MITCH:
Yes.
BLANCHE:
Why?
MITCH:
I told my mother how nice you were, and I liked you.
BLANCHE:
Were you sincere about that?
MITCH:
You know I was.
BLANCHE:
Why did your mother want to know my age?
MITCH:
Mother is sick.
BLANCHE:
I'm sorry to hear it. Badly?
MITCH:
She won't live long. Maybe just a few months.
BLANCHE:
Oh.
MITCH:
She worries because I'm not settled.
BLANCHE:
Oh.
MITCH:
She wants me to be settled down before she--
[His voice is hoarse and he clears his throat twice, shuffling nervously around with his hands in and out of his pockets.]
BLANCHE:
You love her very much, don't you?
MITCH:
Yes.
BLANCHE:
I think you have a great capacity for devotion. You will be lonely when she passes on, won't you?
[Mitch clears his throat and nods.]
I understand what that is.
MITCH:
To be lonely?
BLANCHE:
I loved someone, too, and the person I loved I lost.
MITCH:
Dead?
[She crosses to the window and sits on the sill, looking out. She pours herself another drink.]
A man?
BLANCHE:
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 you suddenly turned 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 and tenderness which wasn't like a man's, although he wasn't the least bit effeminate looking--still--that thing was there.... He came to me for help. I didn't know that. I didn't find out anything till after our marriage when we'd run away and come back and all I knew was I'd failed him in some mysterious way and wasn't able to give the help he needed but couldn't speak of! He was in the quicksands and clutching at me--but I wasn't holding him out, I was slipping in with him! I didn't know that. I didn't know anything except I loved him unendurably but without being able to help him or help myself. Then I found out. In the worst of all possible ways. By coming suddenly into a room that I thought was empty--which wasn't empty, but had two people in it... the boy I had married and an older man who had been his friend for years....
[A locomotive is heard approaching outside. She claps her hands to her ears and crouches over. The headlight of the locomotive glares into the room as it thunders past. As the noise recedes she straightens slowly and continues speaking.]
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.
[Polka music sounds. In a minor key faint with distance.]
We 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!
[The polka stops abruptly.]
[Blanche rises stiffly. Then, the polka resumes in a major key.]
I ran out--all did!--all ran and gathered about the 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? See what! Then I heard voices say--Allan! Allan! The Grey boy! He'd stuck the revolver into his mouth, and fired--so that the back of his head had been--blown away!
[She sways and covers her face.]
It was because--on the dance-floor--unable to stop myself--I'd suddenly said--"I saw! I know! You disgust me..." And then the searchlight which had been turned on the world was turned off again and never for one moment since has there been any light that's stronger than this--kitchen--candle...
[Mitch gets up awkwardly and moves toward her a little. The polka music increases. Mitch stands beside her.]
MITCH [drawing her slowly into his arms]:
You need somebody. And I need somebody too. Could it be--you and me, Blanche?
[She stares at him vacantly for a moment. Then with a soft cry huddles in his embrace. She makes a sobbing effort to speak but the words won't come. He kisses her forehead and her eyes and finally her lips. The polka tune fades out. Her breath is drawn and released in long, grateful sobs.]
BLANCHE:
Sometimes--there's God--so quickly!
SCENE SEVEN
It is late afternoon in mid-September. The portieres are open and a table is set for a birthday supper, with cake and flowers. Stella is completing the decorations as Stanley comes in.
STANLEY:
What's all this stuff for?
STELLA:
Honey, it's Blanche's birthday.
STANLEY:
She here?
STELLA:
In the bathroom.
STANLEY [mimicking]:
"Washing out some things"?
STELLA:
I reckon so.
STANLEY:
How long she been in there?
STELLA:
All afternoon.
STANLEY [mimicking]:
"Soaking in a hot tub"?
STELLA:
Yes.
STANLEY:
Temperature 100 on the nose, and she soaks herself in a hot tub.
STELLA:
She says it cools her off for the evening.
STANLEY:
And you run out an' get her cokes, I suppose? And serve 'em to Her Majesty in the tub?
[Stella shrugs]
Set down here a minute.
STELLA:
Stanley, I've got things to do.
STANLEY:
Set down! I've got th' dope on your big sister, Stella.
STELLA:
Stanley, stop picking on Blanche.
STANLEY:
That girl calls me common!
STELLA:
Lately you been doing all you can think of to rub her the wrong way, Stanley, and Blanche is sensitive and you've got to realize that Blanche and I grew up under very different circumstances than you did,
STANLEY:
So I been told. And told
and told and told! You know she's been feeding us a pack of lies here?
STELLA:
No, I don't, and--
STANLEY:
Well, she has, however. But now the cat's out of the bag! I found out some things!
STELLA:
What--things?
STANLEY:
Things I already suspected. But now I got proof from the most reliable sources--which I have checked on!
[Blanche is singing in the bathroom a saccharine popular ballad which is used contrapuntally with Stanley's speech.]
STELLA [to Stanley]:
Lower your voice!
STANLEY:
Some canary-bird, huh!
STELLA:
Now please tell me quietly what you think you've found out about my sister.
STANLEY:
Lie Number One: All this squeamishness she puts on! You should just know the line she's been feeding to Mitch--He thought she had never been more than kissed by a fellow! But Sister Blanche is no lily! Ha-ha! Some lily she is!
STELLA:
What have you heard and who from?
STANLEY:
Our supply-man down at the plant has been going through Laurel for years and he knows all about her and everybody else in the town of Laurel knows all about her. She is as famous in Laurel as if she was the President of the United States, only she is not respected by any party! This supply-man stops at a hotel called the Flamingo.
BLANCHE [singing blithely]:
"Say, it's only a paper moon, Sailing over a cardboard sea--But it wouldn't be make-believe If you believed in me!"
STELLA:
What about the--Flamingo?
STANLEY:
She stayed there, too.
STELLA:
My sister lived at Belle Reve.
STANLEY:
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 social life of the personalities there! The Flamingo is used to all kinds of goings-on. But even the management of the Flamingo was impressed by Dame Blanche! In fact they were so impressed by Dame Blanche that they requested her to turn in her room-key--for permanently! This happened a couple of weeks before she showed here.
BLANCHE [singing]:
"It's a Barnum and Bailey world. Just as phony as it can be--But it wouldn't be make-believe if you believed in me!"
STELLA:
What--contemptible--lies!
STANLEY:
Sure, I can see how you would be upset by this. She pulled the wool over your eyes as much as Mitch's!
STELLA:
It's pure invention! There's not a word of truth in it and if I were a man and this creature had dared to invent such things in my presence--
BLANCHE [singing]:
"Without your love, It's a honky-tonk parade! Without your love, It's a melody played, In a penny arcade..."
STANLEY:
Honey, I told you I thoroughly checked on these stories! Now wait till I finish. The trouble with Dame Blanche was that she couldn't put on her act any more in Laurel! They got wised up after two or three dates with her and then they quit, and she goes on to another, the same old line, same old act, same old hooey! But the town was too small for this to go on forever! And as time went by she became a town character. Regarded as not just different but downright loco--nuts.
[Stella draws back.]
And for the last year or two she has been washed up like poison. That's why she's here this summer, visiting royalty, putting on all this act--because she's practically told by the mayor to get out of town! Yes, did you know there was an army camp near Laurel and your sister's was one of the places called "Out-of-Bounds"?
BLANCHE:
"It's only a paper moon. Just as phony as it can be--But it wouldn't be make-believe, If you believed in me!"
STANLEY:
Well, so much for her being such a refined and particular type of girl. Which brings us to Lie Number Two.
STELLA:
I don't want to hear any more!
STANLEY:
She's not going back to teach school! In fact I am willing to bet you that she never had no idea of returning to Laurel! She didn't resign temporarily from the high school because of her nerves! No, siree, Bob! She didn't. They locked her out of that high school before the spring term ended--and I hate to tell you the reason that step was taken! A seventeen-year-old boy--she'd gotten mixed up with!
BLANCHE:
"It's a Barnum and Bailey world, Just as phony as it can be--"
[In the bathroom the water goes on loud; little breathless cries and peals of laughter are heard as if a child were frolicking in the tub.]
STELLA:
This is making me--sick!
STANLEY:
The boy's dad learned about it and got in touch with the high school superintendent. Boy, oh, boy, I'd like to have been in that office when Dame Blanche was called on the carpet! I'd like to have seen her trying to squirm out of that one! But they had her on the hook good and proper that time and she knew that the jig was all up! They told her she better move on to some fresh territory. Yep, it was practickly a town ordinance passed against her!
[The bathroom door is opened and Blanche thrusts her head out, holding a towel about her hair.]
BLANCHE:
Stella!
Stella [faintly]:
Yes, Blanche?
BLANCHE:
Give me another bath-towel to dry my hair with. I've just washed it.
STELLA:
Yes, Blanche.
[She crosses in a dazed way from the kitchen to the bathroom door with a towel.]
BLANCHE:
What's the matter, honey?
STELLA:
Matter? Why?
BLANCHE:
You have such a strange expression on your face!
STELLA:
Oh--[She tries to laugh] I guess I'm a little tired!
BLANCHE:
Why dont you bathe, too, soon as I get out?
STANLEY [calling from the kitchen]:
How soon is that going to be?
BLANCHE:
Not so terribly long! Possess your soul in patience!
STANLEY:
It's not my soul, it's my kidneys I'm worried about!
[Blanche slams the door. Stanley laughs harshly. Stella comes slowly back into the kitchen.]
STANLEY:
Well, what do you think of it?
STELLA:
I dont believe all of 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. There are things about my sister I don't approve of--things that caused sorrow at home. She was always--flighty!
STANLEY:
Flighty!
STELLA; 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! But then she found out--
STANLEY:
What?
STELLA:
This beautiful and talented young man was a degenerate. Didn't your supply-man give you that information?
STANLEY:
All we discussed was recent history. That must have been a pretty long time ago.
STELLA:
Yes, it was--a pretty long time ago....
[Stanley comes up and takes her by the shoulders rather gently. She gently withdraws from him. Automatically she starts sticking little pink candles in the birthday cake.]
STANLEY:
How many candles you putting in that cake?
STELLA:
I'll stop at twenty-five.
STANLEY:
Is company expected?
STELLA:
We asked Mitch to come over for cake and ice cream.
[Stanley looks a little uncomfortable. He li
ghts a cigarette from the one he has just finished.]
STANLEY:
I wouldn't be expecting Mitch over tonight.
[Stella pauses in her occupation with candles and looks slowly around at Stanley.]
STELLA:
Why?
STANLEY:
Mitch is a buddy of mine. We were in the same outfit together--Two-forty-first Engineers. We work in the same plant and now on the same bowling team. You think I could face him if--
STELLA:
Stanley Kowalski, did you--did you repeat what that--?
STANLEY:
You're goddam right I told him! I'd have that on my conscience the rest of my life if I knew all that stuff and let my best friend get caught!
STELLA:
Is Mitch through with her?
STANLEY:
Wouldn't you be if--?
STELLA:
I said, Is Mitch through with her?
[Blanche's voice is lifted again, serenely as a bell. She sings "But it wouldn't be make-believe if you believed in me."]
STANLEY:
No, I don't think he's necessarily through with her--just wised up!
STELLA:
Stanley, she thought Mitch was--going to--going to marry her. I was hoping so, too.
STANLEY:
Well, he's not going to marry her. Maybe he was, but he's not going to jump in a tank with a school of sharks--now!
[He rises]
Blanche! Oh, Blanche! Can I please get in my bathroom?
[There is a pause.]
BLANCHE:
Yes, indeed, sir! Can you wait one second while I dry?
STANLEY:
Having waited one hour I guess one second ought to pass in a hurry.
STELLA:
And she hasn't got her job? Well, what will she do!
STANLEY:
She's not stayin' here after Tuesday. You know that, don't you? Just to make sure I bought her ticket myself. A bus ticket!
STELLA:
In the first place, Blanche wouldn't go on a bus.
STANLEY:
She'll go on a bus and like it.
STELLA:
No, she won't, no, she won't, Stanley!
STANLEY:
She'll go! Period. P.S. She'll go Tuesday!
STELLA [slowly]:
What'll--she--do? What on earth will she--do!
STANLEY:
Her future is mapped out for her.
STELLA:
What do you mean?
[Blanche sings.]
STANLEY:
Hey, canary bird! Toots! Get OUT of the BATHROOM!
[The bathroom door flies open and Blanche emerges with a gay peal of laughter, but as Stanley crosses past her, a frightened look appears on her face, almost a look of panic. He doesn't look at her but slams the bathroom door shut as he goes in.]
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