A Streetcar Named Desire Page #2

about what I have to tell you.

What, Blanche?

You'll reproach me. I know you're bound

to reproach me, but before you do...

...take into consideration you left.

I stayed and struggled.

You came to New Orleans

and looked out for yourself.

I stayed at Belle Reve

and tried to hold it together.

Oh, I'm not meaning this

in any reproachful way.

- But the burden fell on my shoulders.

- Best I could do was make my own living.

But you were the one

that abandoned Belle Reve, not I.

I fought for it,

bled for it, almost died for it.

Stop this outburst.

Tell me what happened.

- I knew you'd take this attitude about it.

- About what? Please!

The loss.

Belle Reve? Lost, is it?

Yes, Stella.

But how did it go? What happened?

- You're a fine one to ask me how it went.

- Blanche.

You're a fine one to stand there

accusing me of it.

- I won't stay in this house.

- Blanche!

- Blanche.

- I... I... I took the blows...

...on my face and my body.

All of those deaths,

the long parade to the graveyard.

Father, Mother,

Margaret, that dreadful way...

You just came home

in time for funerals, Stella.

And funerals are pretty

compared to deaths.

How do you think all that sickness

and dying was paid for?

Death is expensive, Miss Stella.

And I, with my pitiful salary

at the school...

Yes, accuse me.

Stand there and stare at me,

thinking I let the place go.

I let the place go? Where were you?

- In there with your Polack.

- Blanche, be still. That's enough.

- Stella. Stella, you're crying?

- Does that surprise you?

Mitch, we gonna play

at your house tomorrow?

No, not at my house.

My mother's still sick.

- All right, you bring the beer.

WOMAN:
Break it up down there.

- I made that spaghetti and ate it myself.

- Now, honey, I told you...

...and told you

we were playing Jack's beer.

What's so funny?

You never phoned me once.

I told you at breakfast.

I phoned you at lunch.

Why don't you get yourself in here!

Do you want it in the newspapers?

I'm sick and tired of chasing you.

You must be Stanley.

I'm Blanche.

Oh, you're Stella's sister.

Yes.

Oh, hiya.

Yeah, where's the little woman?

- In the bathroom.

- Oh.

- Well, where you from, Blanche?

- Why, I...

I live in Auriol.

In Auriol. Auriol, huh?

Oh, yeah, that's right. Auriol.

That's not my territory.

Man, liquor goes fast

in the hot weather.

- You want a shot?

- No, I rarely touch it.

Well, there's some people that rarely

touch it, but it touches them often.

Mind if I make myself

comfortable? My shirt is sticking...

Please. Please do.

"Be comfortable." That's my motto,

where I come from.

It's mine too. It's hard to stay

looking fresh in hot weather.

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