Three Plays (36 page)

STELLA
[faintly, from the bathroom]
: Yes, Stanley.

STANLEY
: Haven't fallen in, have you?

[He grins at Blanche. She tries unsuccessfully to smile back. There is a silence]

I'm afraid I'll strike you as being the unrefined type. Stella's spoke of you a good deal. You were married once, weren't you?

[The music of the polka rises up, faint in the distance.]

BLANCHE
: Yes. When I was quite young.

STANLEY
: What happened?

BLANCHE
: The boy—the boy died.

[She sinks back down]

I'm afraid I'm-going to be sick!

[Her head falls on her arms.]

SCENE TWO

It is six o'clock the following evening. Blanche is bathing. Stella is completing her toilette. Blanche's dress, a flowered print, is laid out on Stella's bed. Stanley enters the kitchen from outside, leaving the door open on the perpetual "blue piano" around the corner.

STANLEY
: What's all this monkey doings?

STELLA
: Oh, Stan!

[She jumps up and kisses him which he accepts with lordly composure]

I'm taking Blanche to Galatoire's for supper and then to a show, because it's your pok'r night.

STANLEY
: How about my supper, huh? I'm not going to no Galatoire's for supper!

STELLA
: I put you a cold plate on ice.

STANLEY
: Well, isn't that just dandy!

STELLA
: I'm going to try to keep Blanche out till the party breaks up because I don't know how she would take it. So we'll go to one of the little places in the Quarter afterwards and you'd better give me some money.

STANLEY
: Where is she?

STELLA
: She's soaking in a hot tub to quiet her nerves. She's terribly upset.

STANLEY
: Over what?

STELLA
: She's been through such an ordeal.

STANLEY
: Yeah?

STELLA
: Stan, we've—lost Belle Reve!

STANLEY
: The place in the country?

STELLA
: Yes.

STANLEY
: How?

STELLA
[vaguely]
: Oh, it had to be—sacrificed or something.

[There is a pause while Stanley considers. Stella is changing into her dress]

When she comes in be sure to say something nice about her appearance. And, oh! Don't mention the baby. I haven't said anything yet, I'm waiting until she gets in a quieter condition.

STANLEY
[ominously]
: So!

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

BLANCHE
[singing in the bathroom]
: "From the land of the sky blue water, They brought a captive maid!"

STELLA
: She wasn't expecting to find us in such a small place. You see I'd tried to gloss things over a little in my letters.

STANLEY
: So?

STELLA
: And admire her dress and tell her she's looking wonderful. That's important with Blanche. Her little weakness!

STANLEY
: Yeah. I get the idea. Now let's skip back a little to where you said the country place was disposed of.

STELLA
: Oh!—yes...

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

STELLA
: It's best not to talk much about it until she's calmed down.

STANLEY
: So that's the deal, huh? Sister Blanche cannot be annoyed with business details right now!

STELLA
: You saw how she was last night.

STANLEY
: Uh-hum, I saw how she was. Now let's have a gander at the bill of sale.

STELLA
: I haven't seen any.

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

STELLA
: It seems like it wasn't sold.

STANLEY
: Well what in hell was it then, give away? To charity?

STELLA
: Shhh! She'll hear you.

STANLEY
: I don't care if she hears me. Let's see the papers!

STELLA
: There weren't any papers, she didn't show any papers, I don't care about papers.

STANLEY
: Have you ever heard of the Napoleonic code?

STELLA
: No, Stanley, I haven't heard of the Napoleonic code, if I have, I don't see what it—

STANLEY
: Let me enlighten you on a point or two, baby.

STELLA
: Yes?

STANLEY
: In the state of Louisiana we have the Napoleonic code according to which what belongs to the wife belongs to the husband and vice versa. For instance if I had a piece of property, or you had a piece of property—

STELLA
: My head is swimming!

STANLEY
: All right, I'll wait till she gets through soaking in a hot tub and then I'll inquire if
she
is acquainted with the Napoleonic code. It looks to me like you have been swindled, baby, and when you're swindled under the Napoleonic code I'm swindled
too
. And I don't like to be
swindled
.

STELLA
: There's plenty of time to ask her questions later but if you do now she'll go to pieces again. I don't understand what happened to Belle Reve but you don't know how ridiculous you are being when you suggest that my sister or I or anyone of our family could have perpetrated a swindle on anyone else.

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

STELLA
: Not sold—
lost, lost!

[He stalks into bedroom, and she follows him.]

Stanley!

[He pulls open the wardrobe trunk standing in middle of room and jerks out an armful of dresses.]

STANLEY
: Open your eyes to this stuff! You think she got them out of a teacher's pay?

STELLA
: Hush!

STANLEY
: Look at these feathers and furs that she come here to preen herself in! What's this here? A solid-gold dress, I believe! And this one! What is these here? Fox-pieces!

[He blows on them]

Genuine fox fur-pieces, a half a mile long! Where are your fox-pieces, Stella? Bushy snow-white ones, no less! Where are your white fox-pieces?

STELLA
: Those are inexpensive summer furs that Blanche has had a long time.

STANLEY
: I got an acquaintance who deals in this sort of merchandise. I'll have him in here to appraise it. I'm willing to bet you there's thousands of dollars invested in this stuff here!

STELLA
: Don't be such an idiot, Stanley!

[He hurls the furs on the daybed. Then he jerks open small drawer in the trunk and pulls up a fist-full of costume jewellery.]

STANLEY
: And what have we here? The treasure chest of a pirate!

STELLA
: Oh, Stanley!

STANLEY
: Pearls! Ropes of them! What is this sister of yours, a deep-sea diver who brings up sunken treasure? Or is she the champion safe-cracker of all time! Bracelets of solid gold, too! Where are your pearls and gold bracelets?

STELLA
: Shhh ! Be still, Stanley!

STANLEY
: And diamonds! A crown for an empress!

STELLA
: A rhinestone tiara she wore to a costume ball.

STANLEY
: What's rhinestone?

STELLA
: Next door to glass.

STANLEY
: Are you kidding? I have an acquaintance that works in a jewellery store. I'll have him in here to make an appraisal of this. Here's your plantation, or what was left of it, here!

STELLA
: You have no idea how stupid and horrid you're being! Now close that trunk before she comes out of the bathroom!

[He kicks the trunk partly closed and sits on the kitchen table.]

STANLEY
: The Kowalskis and the DuBois have different notions.

STELLA
[angrily]
: Indeed they have, thank heavens!—
I'm
going outside.

[She snatches up her white hat and gloves and crosses to the outside door.]

You come out with me while Blanche is getting dressed.

STANLEY
: Since when do you give me orders?

STELLA
: Are you going to stay here and insult her?

STANLEY
: You're damn tootin' I'm going to stay here.

[Stella goes out to the porch. Blanche comes out of the bathroom in a red satin robe.]

BLANCHE
[airily]
: Hello, Stanley! Here I am, all freshly bathed and scented, and feeling like a brand new human being!

[He lights a cigarette.]

STANLEY
: That's good.

BLANCHE
[drawing the curtains at the windows]
: Excuse me while I slip on my pretty new dress!

STANLEY
: Go right ahead, Blanche.

[She closes the drapes between the rooms.]

BLANCHE
: I understand there's to be a little card party to which we ladies are cordially
not
invited.

STANLEY
[ominously]
: Yeah?

[Blanche throws off her robe and slips into a flowered print dress.]

BLANCHE
: Where's Stella?

STANLEY
: Out on the porch.

BLANCHE
: I'm going to ask a favor of you in a moment.

STANLEY
: What could that be, I wonder?

BLANCHE
: Some buttons in back! You may enter!

[He crosses through drapes with a smoldering look.]

How do I look?

STANLEY
: You look all right.

BLANCHE
: Many thanks! Now the buttons!

STANLEY
: I can't do nothing with them.

BLANCHE
: You men with your big clumsy fingers. May I have a drag on your cig?

STANLEY
: Have one for yourself.

BLANCHE
: Why, thanks!... It looks like my trunk has exploded.

STANLEY
: Me an' Stella were helping you unpack.

BLANCHE
: Well, you certainly did a fast and thorough job of it!

STANLEY
: It looks like you raided some stylish shops in Paris.

BLANCHE
: Ha-ha! Yes—clothes are my passion!

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

BLANCHE
: Why, those were a tribute from an admirer of mine!

STANLEY
: He must have had a lot of—admiration!

BLANCHE
: Oh, in my youth I excited some admiration. But look at me now!

[She smiles at him radiantly]

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

STANLEY
: Your looks are okay.

BLANCHE
: I was fishing for a compliment, Stanley.

STANLEY
: I don't go in for that stuff.

BLANCHE
: What—stuff?

STANLEY
: Compliments to women about their looks. I never met a woman that didn't know if she was good-looking or not without being told, and some of them give themselves credit for more than they've got. I once went out with a doll who said to me, "I am the glamorous type, I am the glamorous type!" I said, "So what?"

BLANCHE
: And what did she say then?

STANLEY
: She didn't say nothing. That shut her up like a clam.

BLANCHE
: Did it end the romance?

STANLEY
: It ended the conversation—that was all. Some men are took in by this Hollywood glamour stuff and some men are not.

BLANCHE
: I'm sure you belong in the second category.

STANLEY
: That's right.

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