BLANCHE:

Hey!

[He turns back shyly. She puts a cigarette in a long holder]

Could you give me a light?

[She crosses toward him. They meet at the door between the two rooms.]

YOUNG MAN:

Sure.

[He takes out a lighter]

This doesn't always work

BLANCHE:

It's temperamental?

[It flares]

Ah!--thank you.

[He starts away again]

Hey!

[He turns again, still more uncertainly. She goes close to him]

Uh--what time is it?

YOUNG MAN:

Fifteen of seven, ma'am.

BLANCHE:

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?

[She touches his shoulders.]

You--uh--didn't get wet in the rain?

YOUNG MAN:

No, ma'am. I stepped inside.

BLANCHE:

In a drug-store? And had a soda?

YOUNG MAN:

Uh-huh.

BLANCHE:

Chocolate?

YOUNG MAN:

No, ma'am. Cherry.

BLANCHE [laughing]:

Cherry!

YOUNG MAN:

A cherry soda.

BLANCHE:

You make my mouth water.

[She touches his cheek lightly, and smiles. Then she goes to the trunk.]

YOUNG MAN:

Well, I'd better be going--

BLANCHE [stopping him]:

Young man!

[He turns. She takes a large, gossamer scarf from the trunk and drapes it about her shoulders.]

[In the ensuing pause, the "blue piano" is heard. It continues through the rest of this scene and the opening of the next. The young man clears his throat and looks yearningly at the door.]

Young man! Young, young, young man! Has anyone ever told you that you look like a young Prince out of the Arabian Nights?

[The Young Man laughs uncomfortably and stands like a bashful kid. Blanche speaks softly to him.]

Well, you do, honey lamb! Come here. I want to kiss you, just once, softly and sweetly on your mouth!

[Without waiting for him to accept, she crosses quickly to him and presses her lips to his.]

Now run along, now, quickly! It would be nice to keep you, but I've got to be good--and keep my hands off children.

[He stares at her a moment. She opens the door for him and blows a kiss at him as he goes down the steps with a dazed look. She stands there a little dreamily after he has disappeared. Then Mitch appears around the corner with a bunch of roses.]

BLANCHE [gaily]:

Look who's coming! My Rosenkavalier! Bow to me first... now present them! Ahhh--Merciiii!

[She looks at him over them, coquettishly pressing them to her lips. He beams at her self-consciously.]

SCENE SIX

It is about two A.M. on the same evening. The outer wall of the building is visible. Blanche and Mitch come in. The utter exhaustion which only a neurasthenic personality can know is evident in Blanche's voice and manner. Mitch is stolid but depressed. They have probably been out to the amusement park on Lake Pontchartrain, for Mitch is bearing, upside down, a plaster statuette of Mae West, the sort of prize won at shooting-galleries and carnival games of chance.

BLANCHE [stopping lifelessly at the steps]:

Well--

[Mitch laughs uneasily.] Well...

MITCH:

I guess it must be pretty late--and you're tired.

BLANCHE:

Even the hot tamale man has deserted the street, and he hangs on till the end.

[Mitch laughs uneasily again] How will you get home?

MITCH:

I'll walk over to Bourbon and catch an owl-car.

BLANCHE [laughing grimly]:

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

MITCH [heavily]:

I'm afraid you haven't gotten much fun out of this evening, Blanche.

BLANCHE:

I spoiled it for you.

MITCH:

No, you didn't, but I felt all the time that I wasn't giving you much--entertainment.

BLANCHE:

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.

MITCH:

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

BLANCHE:

I was just obeying the law of nature.

MITCH:

Which law is that?

BLANCHE:

The one that says the lady must entertain the 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!

MITCH [rooting in her purse]:

This it?

BLANCHE:

No, honey, that's the key to my trunk which I must soon be packing.

MITCH:

You mean you are leaving here soon?

BLANCHE:

I've outstayed my welcome.

MITCH:

This it?

[The music fades away.]

BLANCHE:

Eureka! Honey, you open the door while I take a last look at the sky.

[She leans on the porch rail. He opens the door and stands awkwardly behind her.]

I'm looking for the Pleiades, the Seven Sisters, but these girls are not out tonight. Oh, yes they are, there they are! God bless them! All in a bunch going home from their little bridge party.... Y'get the door open? Good boy! I guess you--want to go now....

[He shuffles and coughs a little.]

MITCH:

Can I--uh--kiss you-goodnight?

BLANCHE:

Why do you always ask me if you may?

MITCH:

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

BLANCHE:

Why should you be so doubtful?

MITCH:

That night when we parked by the lake and I kissed you, you--

BLANCHE:

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.... I didn't resent it! Not a bit in the world! In fact, I was somewhat flattered that you--desired me! But, honey, 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!

MITCH [solemnly]:

Lost?

BLANCHE:

I guess you are used to girls that like to be lost. The kind that get lost immediately, on the first date!

MITCH:

I like you to be exactly the way that you are, because in all my--experience--I have never known anyone like you.

[Blanche looks at him gravely; then she bursts into laughter and then claps a hand to her mouth.]

MITCH:

Are you laughing at me?

BLANCHE:

No, honey. The lord and lady of the house have not yet returned, so come in. We'll have a night-cap. Let's leave the lights off. Shall we?

MITCH:

You just--do what you want to.

[Blanche precedes him into the kitchen. The outer wall of the building disappears and the interiors of the two rooms can be dimly seen.]

BLANCHE [remaining in the first room]:

The other room's more comfortable--go on in. This crashing around in the dark is my search for some liquor.

MITCH:

You want a drink?

BLANCHE:

I want you to have a drink! You have been so anxious and solemn all evening, and so have I; we have both been anxious and solemn and now for these few last remaining moments of our lives together--I want to create--joie de vtvre! I'm lighting a candle.

MITCH:

That's good.

BLANCHE:

We are going to be very Bohemian. We are going to pretend that we are sitting in a little artists' cafe on the Left Bank in Paris!

[She lights a candle stub and puts it in a bottle.]

Le suis la Dame aux Camellias! Vous etes--Armand! Understand French?

MITCH [heavily]:

Naw. Naw. I--

BLANCHE:

Voutez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir? Vous ne comprenez pas? Ah, auelle dommage!--I mean it's a damned good thing.... I've found some liquor. Just enough for two shots without any dividends, honey...

MITCH [heavily]:

Thats--good.

[She enters the bedroom with the drinks and the candle]