A Streetcar Named Desire Page #11

...and not once did you pull the wool

over this boy's eyes.

You come here and sprinkle the place

with powder and you spray perfume...

...and stick a paper lantern

over the light bulb.

And lo and behold,

place is turned into Egypt...

...and you're the queen of the Nile,

sitting on your throne...

...swilling down my liquor.

You know what I say?

Ha-ha!

You hear me?

Ha-ha-ha!

Flowers.

No.

Not now.

- Operator.

- What happened to long distance?

Never mind long distance.

Get me Western Union.

Western Union? Hear me?

Take down this message:

"Desperate, desperate circumstances.

Caught in a trap. Help me.

Caught in a trap."

Hello? Operator.

I can give you Western Union now.

Western Union.

Hello? Western Union.

This is Western Union.

Hello.

You left the phone

off the hook, Blanche.

This is Western Union.

What?

Let me...

Let me get by you.

You wanna get by me? Go ahead.

Stand over there.

You got plenty of room

to get by me now.

I've got to get out. Somehow.

You think I'm gonna

interfere with you?

You know, maybe you won't be bad

to interfere with.

Stand back. Don't you come

toward me another step, or I'll...

- You'll what?

- Some awful thing will happen. It will!

What are you putting on now?

I warn you. Don't. I'm in danger!

What did you do that for?

So I could twist the broken end

in your face.

- I bet you would do that.

- I would. I will, if you...

Oh.

You wanna have

a little roughhouse, huh?

All right, let's have a little roughhouse.

Tiger, tiger. Drop that bottle top.

Drop it!

Oh, inside straight, man!

Try it in English, mustache.

- I'm cursing your rotten luck.

- You know what luck is?

Luck is believing you're lucky,

that's all.

Take at Salerno. I believed I was lucky.

I figured that four out of five...

...wasn't gonna get through

but I would, and I did.

I stick that down as a rule: To hold

the front position in this rat race...

...you gotta believe you're lucky.

- You... You... You brag... Brag bull!

- What's the matter with you?

I always said men was callous things

with no feeling, but this beats anything.

- Sitting there making pigs of yourselves.

- What's the matter with her?

Come on, deal.

- Blanche?

- Bathing.

How's my baby?

Sleeping like a little angel.

I brought you some grapes.

- How is she?

- She wouldn't eat anything.

I keep telling her we made arrangements

for her to rest in the country.

She's got it all mixed-up in her mind

about a cruise to the islands...

...with Shep Huntleigh, an old beau...

BLANCHE:
Stella?

STELLA:
Yes?

- If anyone calls while I'm bathing...

...take the number,

tell them I'll call right back.

- Yes, Blanche.

- Oh, and Stella.

The... The cool yellow silk, the boucl,

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.

You'll find it in the heart-shaped box

I keep my accessories in.

Oh, and Stella, see if you can locate

a bunch of artificial...

...violets in that box. I'll wear it with

the seahorse on the lapel of the jacket.

I just don't know

if I've done the right thing.

What else could you do?

I couldn't believe her story

and go on living with Stanley.

Don't you never believe it.

You gotta keep on going, baby.

No matter what happens,

we all gotta keep on going.

- Stella?

- Yes, Blanche?

- Is the coast clear?

- Yes, honey.

Close the curtains before I come out.

Tell her how well she's looking.

They're closed, honey.

I just washed my hair.

- Oh, did you?

- I'm not sure I got all the soap out.

- Such fine hair.

- That's the problem.

- Did I get a call?

- Who from?

- Shep Huntleigh.

- No, honey, not yet.

- Strange.

- Come on, Mitch.

Mitch?

Oh.

What's happened here?

I want an explanation

of what's happened here!

- Hush, please, Blanche.

- Honey...

What are you two

looking at me like that for?

Is there something wrong with me?

You look wonderful, Blanche.

Don't she look wonderful?

- I understand you're going on a trip.

- Yes.

Yes. Blanche is.

She's going on a vacation.

I'm green with envy.

Help me, you two.

Help me get dressed.

- Is this what you wanted?

- Yes, that'll do.

I'm anxious to get out of this place.

This place is a trap.

- Such a pretty lavender jacket.

- It's lilac-colored.

You're, both of you, wrong.

It's Della Robbia blue.

Are these grapes washed?

- Washed, I said. Are they washed?

- From the French Market.

That doesn't mean to say

they've been washed.

The cathedral chimes.

They're the only...

...clean thing in the Quarter.

- I'm going now. I'm ready to go.

- She'll walk out before they get here.

Wait, Blanche!

Must we pass in front of those men?

Why don't you wait here

till that game breaks up.

Yes, honey, sit down.

Tell them to wait outside.

Would you mind waiting outside just a

couple of seconds? They'll be right out.

Someone is calling for Blanche.

It is for me, then.

Is it the gentleman

I was expecting from Dallas?

Yes.

Yes, honey, I believe it is.

Why...

I'm not quite ready.

Ask them to wait outside.

Everything packed?

Stanley.

She'll be out in a minute.

- They're waiting outside the house.

- "They"?

Who's "they"?

There's a lady with him.

I can't imagine who this lady can be.

How is she dressed?

Just a plain tailored outfit.

Possibly she?

Shall we go now, Blanche?

- Must we go through that room?

- I'll go with you.

- How do I look?

- Lovely.

Lovely.

Please don't get up.

I'm only passing through.

You...

...are not the gentleman...

...I was expecting.

This man isn't Shep Huntleigh.

You forget something, Blanche?

Yes. Yes, I forgot something.

What are they gonna do to her?

Don't let them hurt her.

- What are they gonna do to her?

- Shh. Honey...

Hello, Blanche.

She says she forgot something.

That's all right.

Well, what did you forget, Blanche?

- It don't matter. We can pick it up later.

- We'll send it along with your trunk.

I don't know you.

- I want to be left alone, please!

- Now, Blanche...

Blanche, you left nothing here

but spilt talcum and old perfume bottles.

Unless it's the paper lantern you want to

take with you. You want the lantern?

MITCH:

You done this to her.

- Come on, stop it.

- Stop it, will you!

He did this to her, I know...

He must be nuts.

What are you looking at?

I never once touched her.

These fingernails 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 go.

Whoever you are...

...I have always depended

on the kindness...

...of strangers.

- Blanche.

- Come on, honey.

Don't you touch me.

Don't you ever touch me again.

Stella!

Come on, Stella.

No, I'm not. I'm not going back

in there again. Not this time.

Never going back. Never.

Hey, Stella!

Hey, Stella!

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