A Streetcar Named Desire Page #6

...because this other party

is somebody...

...that he met at a hotel

called the Flamingo.

Why, I guess he does have me

mixed up with this other party.

The Hotel Flamingo is not a place

that I would dare to be seen in.

Oh, you know it then?

I've seen it and smelled it.

You must've got pretty close

if you could smell it.

The odor of cheap perfume

is penetrating.

Is that stuff you use expensive?

Twelve dollars an ounce. I'm nearly out.

That's just a hint if you want to

remember my birthday.

I figure that he must have

got you mixed up...

...but he goes in and out

of Auriol all the time...

...so he can check and clear up

any mistake.

- I'll see you at the Four Deuces.

- Hey, don't I rate a kiss?

No, not in front of your sister.

Don't cry. I only do that with other girls

because I love you, baby.

Don't cry.

Stella.

You still scared of thunder?

What have you heard about me?

Huh?

What have people been

telling you about me?

- Telling?

- You haven't heard...

...any unkind gossip about me?

Why, no, Blanche. Of course not.

Honey, there was

quite a lot of talk in Auriol.

People talk, who cares?

I haven't been so awfully good

the last year or so, since...

Since Belle Reve started to slip

through my fingers.

Honey, all of us do things...

I never was hard

or self-sufficient enough.

Soft people...

Soft people have got to

court the favor of hard ones, Stella.

You've got to shimmer and glow.

I don't know how much longer

I can turn the trick.

It isn't enough to be soft.

You've got to be soft and attractive.

And I...

I'm fading now.

Have you been listening to me?

I never listen to you

when you're being morbid.

Oh.

Is that Coke for me?

- Not for anyone else.

- You precious lamb. Is it just a Coke?

- You mean you want a shot in it?

- A shot never did a Coke any harm.

Oh, let me.

You mustn't wait on me.

I like to wait on you, Blanche.

It makes it seem more like home.

I have to admit, I...

I love to be waited on.

Blanche.

Blanche, honey, what is it?

Oh, you're so good to me, and I...

- Now, Blanche.

- I know you hate me to talk sentimental...

...but believe me, honey,

I feel more than I tell you.

I won't stay long, I won't.

I promise.

- Now, Blanche.

- I'll go. I'll go soon.

I won't hang around

till he throws me out.

- Now, will you stop talking foolish?

- Yes.

Only watch how you pour it!

Heavens.

Right on my...

...pretty...

...pink skirt.

- Here. Use my hankie.

- Blot gently.

- I know.

Gently...

...gently...

...gently.

Did it stain?

No.

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.

I guess I'm a little nervous

about our relations.

He hasn't gotten anything more than a

good-night kiss. That's all I've given him.

I want his respect. And men don't want

anything they get too easy.

On the other hand, men lose interest

quickly, especially when a girl is over...

Over 30.

When I mentioned marriage

they even forgot where I lived, so...

So, you see, I haven't informed him

of my real age.

Honey, why are you so sensitive

about your age?

Because of 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 deceive him...

...just enough to make him want me.

Darling...

...do you want him?

I want to rest.

I want to breathe quietly again.

Yes, I want Mitch.

Very badly.

Just think, if it happens...

...I can go away from here

and not be anyone's problem.

Blanche, it will happen.

It will?

It will, honey, it will.

Only, don't take another drink.

Hey, Steve! Eunice!

Stell!

Oh, get away! Get away!

- Put me down!

- Oh, you...!

- Hiya, honey!

- Let go!

Oh, me.

Come in.

- Evening, ma'am.

- Oh.

Well, well.

- What can I do for you?

- Well, I'm collecting for the Evening Star.

I didn't know that stars

took up collections.

No, it's a paper, ma'am.

I know.

I was joking. Feebly.

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

No, ma'am.

No, thank you.

I can't drink on the job.

Oh.

Well, now, let me see.

No, no. I don't have a dime.

I'm not the lady of the house.

I'm her sister from Mississippi.

I'm one of those poor relations

you've heard tell about.

Oh, that's all right, ma'am.

I'll come back later.

Hey.

Have you...?

- Have you got a light?

- Sure.

- This doesn't always work.

- It's temperamental.

Why, thanks.

Thank you.

Hey.

What?

What time is it?

Fifteen of 7.

So late?

Don't you love these long,

rainy afternoons in New Orleans...

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

...but a little piece of eternity

dropped in our hands...

...and who knows what to do with it?

You...

You didn't get caught in the rain?

No, ma'am. I stepped inside.

- In a drugstore and had a soda.

- Mm-hm.

- Chocolate?

- No, ma'am. Cherry.

- Cherry. Heh, heh.

- Cherry.

Mmm. You make my mouth water.

I guess I...

Young man.

Young...

...young...

...young man.

Did anyone ever tell you, you look like a

young prince out of the Arabian Nights?

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 away now, quickly.

It'd be nice to keep you,

but I've got to be good...

...and keep my hands off children.

Adios.

Why, look who's here.

My Rosenkavalier.

Oh, bow to me first.

Now, prsentez. Ha, ha.

Merci.

Hiya, Mitch.

I'm afraid you haven't had much

fun out of this evening, Blanche.

- I spoiled it for you.

- No, you didn't.

I simply couldn't rise

to the occasion, that was all.

I don't think I've ever tried so hard to be

gay and made such a dismal mess of it.

I get ten points for trying.

I did try.

Hello, moon.

I'm looking for the Pleiades...

...the Seven Sisters...

...but these girls aren't out tonight.

Oh, yes, they are.

There they are, God bless them.

All in a bunch, going home

from their little bridge party.

May I kiss you?

Why do you always ask me if you may?

- I don't know if you want me to or not.

- Why should you be so doubtful?

We parked by the lake,

and I kissed you...

Honey, 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 as well as I do 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

the type of girl that likes to be lost.

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?

No.

No, honey.

I'm not laughing at you.

Well, come on,

let's finish our nightcap.

You've been so anxious and solemn

all evening.

We've both been anxious and solemn.

And now for these last few remaining

moments of our lives together...

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