Mitch this is terrible blanche lunacy absolute lunacy

MITCH:
This is terrible.
BLANCHE:
Lunacy, absolute lunacy!
MITCH:
Get him in here, men.
[Stanley is forced, pinioned by the two men, into the bedroom. He nearly throws them off. Then
all at once he subsides and is limp in their grasp. They speak quietly and lovingly to him and he
leans his face on one of their shoulders.]
STELLA [in a high, unnatural voice, out of sight]:
I want to go away, I want to go away!
MITCH:
Poker shouldn't be played in a house with women.
[Blanche rushes into the bedroom.]
BLANCHE:

I want my sister's clothes! We'll go to that woman's upstairs!
MITCH:
Where is the clothes?
BLANCHE [opening the closet]:
I've got them!
[She rushes through to Stella]
Stella, Stella, precious! Dear, dear little sister, don't be afraid!
[With her arms around Stella, Blanche guides her to the outside door and upstairs.]
STANLEY [dully]:
What's the matter; what's happened?
MITCH:
You just blew your top, Stan.
PABLO:
He's okay, now.
STEVE:
Sure, my boy's okay!
MITCH:
Put him on the bed and get a wet towel.
PABLO:
I think coffee would do him a world of good, now.
STANLEY [thickly]:
I want water.
MITCH:
Put him under the shower!
[The men talk quietly as they lead him to the bathroom.]

STANLEY:
Let go of me, you sons of bitches!
[Sounds of blows are heard. The water goes on full tilt.]
STEVE:
Let's get quick out of here!
[They rush to the poker table and sweep up their winnings on their way out.]
MITCH [sadly but firmly]:
Poker should not be played in a house with women.
[The door closes on them and the place is still. The Negro entertainers in the bar around the
corner play "Paper Doll" slow and blue. After a moment Stanley comes out of the bathroom
dripping water and still in his clinging wet polka dot drawers.]
STANLEY:
Stella!
[There is a pause]
My baby doll's left me!
[He breaks into sobs. Then he goes to the phone and dials, still shuddering with sobs.]
Eunice? I want my baby.
[He waits a moment; then he hangs up and dials again]
Eunice! I'll keep on ringin' until I talk with my baby!
[An indistinguishable shrill voice is heard. He hurls phone to floor. Dissonant brass and piano
sounds as the rooms dim out to darkness and the outer walls appear in the night light. The "blue
piano" plays for a brief interval.
[Finally, Stanley stumbles half dressed out to the porch and down the wooden steps to the
pavement before the building. There he throws back his head like a baying hound and bellows
his wife's name:
"Stella! Stella, sweetheart! Stella!"]
STANLEY:

Stellahhhhh!
EUNICE [calling down from the door of her upper apartment]:
Quit that howling out there an' go back to bed!
STANLEY:
I want my baby down here. Stella, Stella!
EUNICE:
She ain't comin' down so you quit! Or you'll git th' law on you!
STANLEY:
Stella!
EUNICE:
You can't beat on a woman an' then call 'er back! She won't come! And her goin' t' have a
baby!... You stinker! You whelp of a Polack, you! I hope they do haul you in and turn the fire
hose on you, same as the last time!