CAT ON A HOT TIN ROOF by TENNESSEE WILLIAMS CHARTACTERS OF THE PLAY MARGARET BRICK MAE, sometimes called Sister Woman BIG MAMA DIXIE, a little girl BIG DADDY REVEREND TOOKER GOOPER sometimes called Brother Man DOCTOR BAUGH, pronounced "Baw" LACEY, a Negro servant SOOKEY, another CHILDREN {Cat on a Hot Tin Roof} was originally presented at the Moros- co Theatre in New York on March 24, 1955. On July 10, 1974, it was restaged by the American Shakespeare Theatre in Stratford, Connecticut, with the third act completely re- written, along with other substantial revisions. The play reopened in New York on September 24 at the ANTA Theatre. Both 1974 productions were directed by Michael Kahn; the stage setting were designed by John Conklin, the lighting by Marc B. Weiss, and the costumes by Jane Green- wood. The cast was as follows: MARGARET ELIZABETH ASHLEY BRICK KEIR DULLEA DIXIE DEBORAH GROVE MAE JOAN PAPE GOOPER CHARLES SIEBERT BIG MAMA KATE REID SOOKEY SARAELLEN BIG DADDY FRED GWYNNE REVEREND TOOKER WYMAN PENDLETON DOCTOR BAUGH WILLIAM LARSEN LACEY* THOMAS ANDERSON CHILDREN* JEB BROWN, CHRIS BROWNING BETSY SPIVAK, SUSANNAH BROWN * In the New York production, the part of Lacey was not in- cluded, and the number of children was reduced to three, played by Jeb Brown, Sukie Brown, and Amy Borress. NOTES FOR THE DESIGNER The set is the bed-sitting-room of a plantation home in the mississippi Delta. It is along an upstairs gallery which prob- ably runs around the entire house; it has two pairs of very wide doors opening onto the gallery, showing white balus- trades against a fair summer sky that fades into dusk and night during the course of the play, which occupies precisely the time of its performance, excepting, of course, the fifteen minutes of intermission. Perhaps the style of the room is not what you would expect in the home of the Delta's biggest cotton-planter. It is Vic- torian with a touch of the Far East. It hasn't changed much since it was occupied by the original owners of the place, Jack Straw and Peter Ochello, a pair of old bachelors who shared this room all their lives together. In other words, the room must evoke some ghosts; it is gently and poetically haunted by a relationship that must have involved a tenderness which was uncommon. This may be irrelevant or unnecessary, but I once saw a reproduction of a faded photograph of the verandah of Robert Louis Stevenson's home on that Samoan Island where he spent his last years, and there was a quality of tender light on weathered wood, such as porch furniture made of bamboo and wicker, exposed to tropical suns and tropical rains, which came to mind when I thought about the set for this play, bringing also to mind the grace and comfort of light, the reassurance it gives, on a late and fair afternoon in summer, the way that no matter what, even dread of death, is gently touched and soothed by it. For the set is the background for a play that deals with human extremities of emotion, and it needs that softness behind it. 15 The bathroom door, showing only pale-blue tile and silver towel racks, is in one side wall; the hall door in the opposite wall. Two articles of furniture need mention: a big double bed which staging should make a functional part of the set as often as suitable, the surface of which should be slightly raked to make figures on it seen more easily; and against the wall space between the two huge double doors upstage: a monu- mental monstrosity peculiar to our times, a {huge} console combination of radiophonograph (hi-fi with three speakers) TV set {and} liquor cabinet, bearing and containing many glasses and bottles, all in one piece, which is a composition of muted silver tones, and the opalescent tones of reflecting glass, a chromatic link, this thing, between the sepia (tawny gold) tones of the interior and the cool (white and blue) tones of the gallery and sky. This piece of furniture (?! ), this monu- ment, is a very complcte and compact little shrine to virtually all the comforts and illusions behind which we hide from such things as the characters in the play are faced with. . . . The set should be far less realistic than I have so far implied in this description of it. I think the walls below the ceil- ing should dissolve mysteriously into air; the set should be roofed by the sky; stars and moon suggested by traces of milky pallor, as if they were observed through a telescope lens out of focus. Anything else I can think of? Oh, yes, fanlights (transoms shaped like an open glass fan) above all the doors in the set, with panes of blue and amber, and above all, the designer should take as many pains to give the actors room to move about freely (to show their restlessness, their passion for breaking out) as if it were a set for a ballet. An evening in summer. The action is continuous, with two intermissions. 16 ACT ONE {At the rise of the curtain someone is taking a shower in the bathroom, the door of which is half open. A pretty young woman, with anxious lines in her face, enters the bedroom and crosses to the bathroom door.} MARGARET {[shouting above roar of water]}: One of those no-neck monsters hit me with a hot buttered biscuit so I have t' change! {[Margaret's voice is both rapid and drawling. In her long speeches she has the vocal tricks of a priest delivering a liturgical chant, the lines are almost sung, always continu- ing a little beyond her breath so she has to gasp for another. Sometimes she intersperses the lines with a little wordless singing, such as "Da-da-daaaa!"]} {[Water turns off and Brick calls out to her, but is still unseen. A tone of politely feigned interest, masking indif- ference, or worse, is characteristic of his speech with Mar- garet.]} BRICK: Wha'd you say, Maggie? Water was on s' loud I couldn't hearya. . . . MARGARET: Well, I!--just remarked that!--one of th' noneck monsters messed up m' lovely lace dress so I got t'--cha-a-ange. . . {[She opens and kicks shut drawers of the dresser.]} BRICK: Why d'ya call Gooper's kiddies no-neck monsters? MARGARET: Because they've got no necks! Isn't that a good enough reason? 17 BRICK: Don't they have any necks? MARGARET: None visible. Their fat little heads are set on their fat little bodies without a bit of connection. BRICK: That's too bad. MARGARET: Yes, it's too bad because you can't wring their necks if they've got no necks to wring! Isn't that right, honey? {[She steps out of her dress, stands in a slip of ivory satin and lace.]} Yep, they're no-neck monsters, all no-neck people are mon- sters . . . {[Children shriek downstairs.]} Hear them? Hear them screaming? I don't know where their voice boxes are located since they don't have necks. I tell you I got so nervous at that table tonight I thought I would throw back my head and utter a scream you could hear across the Arkansas border an' parts of Louisiana an' Tennessee. I said to your charming sister-in-law, Mae, honey, couldn't you feed those precious little things at a separate table with an oilcloth cover? They make such a mess an' the lace cloth looks {so} pretty! She made enormous eyes at me and said, "Ohhh, noooooo! On Big Daddy's birthday? Why, he would never forgive me!" Well, I want you to know, Big Daddy hadn't been at the table two minutes with those five no-neck monsters slobbering and drooling over their food before he threw down his fork an' shouted, "Fo' God's sake, Gooper, why 18 don't you put them pigs at a trough in th' kitchen?"--Well, I swear, I simply could have di-ieed! Think of it, Brick, they've got five of them and number six is coming. They've brought the whole bunch down here like animals to display at a county fair. Why, they have those children doin' tricks all the time! "Junior, show Big Daddy how you do this, show Big Daddy how you do that, say your little piece fo' Big Daddy, Sister. Show your dimples, Sugar. Brother, show Big Daddy how you stand on your head!"--It goes on all the time, along with constant little remarks and innuendos about the fact that you and I have not produced any children, are totally childless and therefore totally useless! --Of course it's comical but it's also disgusting since it's so obvious what they're up to! BRICK {[without interest]}: What are they up to, Maggie? MARGARET: Why, you know what they're up to! BRICK {[appearing]}: No, I don't know what they're up to. {[He stands there in she bathroom doorway drying his hair with a towel and hanging onto the towel rack because one ankle is broken, plastered and bound. He is still slim and firm as a boy. His liquor hasn't started tearing him down outside. He has the additional charm of that cool air of detachment that people have who have given up the struggle. But now and then, when disturbed, something flashes behind it, like lightning in a fair sky, which shows that at some deeper level he is far from peaceful. Perhaps in a stronger light he would show some signs of deliques- 19 cence, but the fading, still warm, light from the gallery treats him gently.]} MARGARET: I'll tell you what they're up to, boy of mine!--They're up to cutting you out of your father's estate, and-- {[She freezes momentarily before her next remark. Her voice drops as if it were somehow a personally embarass- ing admission.]} --Now we know that Big Daddy's dyin' of--{cancer.} . . . {[There are voices on the lawn below: long-drawn calls across distance. Margaret raises her lovely bare arms and Powders her armpits with a light sigh.]} {[She adjusts the angle of a magnifying mirror to straighten an eyelash, then rises fretfully saying]}: There's so much light in the room it-- BRICK {[softly but sharply]}: Do we? MARGARET: Do we what? BRICK: Know Big Daddy's dyin' of cancer? MARGARET: Got the report today. BRICK: Oh . . . MARGARET {[letting down bamboo blinds which cast long, gold-fretted shadows over the room]}: 20 Yep, got th' report just now . . . it didn't surprise me, Baby. {[Her voice has range, and music,- sometimes it drops low as a boy's and you have a sudden image of her playing boy's games as a child.]} I recognized the symptoms soon's we got here last spring and I'm willin' to bet you that Brother Man and his wife were pretty sure of it, too. That more than likely explains why their usual summer migration to the coolness of the Great Smokies was passed up this summer in favor of--hustlin' down here ev'ry whipstitch with their whole screamin' tribe! And why so many allusions have been made to Rainbow Hill lately. You know what Rainbow Hill is? Place that's famous for treatin' alcoholics an dope frends in the movies! BRICK: I'm not in the movies. MARGARET: No, and you don't take dope. Otherwise you're a perfect candidate for Rainbow Hill, Baby, and that's where they aim to ship you--over my dead body! Yep, over my dead body they'll ship you there, but nothing would please them better. Then Brother Man could get a-hold of the purse strings and dole out remittances to us, maybe get power of attorney and sign checks for us and cut off our credit wherever, whenever he wanted! Son-of-a-bitch!--How'd you like that, Baby?-- Well, you've been doin' just about ev'rything in your power to bring it about, you've just been doin' ev'rything you can think of to aid and abet them in this scheme of theirs! Quit- tin' work, devoting yourself to the occupation of drinkin'! --Breakin' your ankle last night on the high school athlctic field: doin' what? Jumpin' hurdles? At two or three in the 21 morning? Just fantastic! Got in the paper. {Clarksdale Register} carried a nice little item about it, human interest story about a well-known former athlete stagin' a one-man track meet on the Glorious Hill High School athletic field last night, but was slightly out of condition and didn't clear the first hurdle! Brother Man Gooper claims he exercised his influence t' keep it from goin' out over AP or UP or every goddam "P." But, Brick? You still have one big advantage! {[During the above swift flood of words, Brick has reclined with contrapuntal leisure on the snowy surface of the bed and has rolled over carefully on his side or belly.]} BRICK {[wryly]}: Did you {say} something, Maggie? MARGARET: Big Daddy dotes on you, honey. And he can't stand Brother Man and Brother Man's wife, that monster of fertility, Mae. Know how I know? By little expressions that flicker over his face when that woman is holding fo'th on one of her choice topics such as--how she refused twilight sleep!--when the twins were delivered! Because she feels motherhood's an experience that a woman ought to experience fully! --in order to fully appreciate the wonder and beauty of it! HAH!--and how she made Brother Man come in an' stand beside her in the delivery room so he would not miss out on the "wonder and beauty" of it either!--producin' those no-neck mon- sters. . . . {[A speech of this kind would be antipathetic from almost anybody but Margaret; she makes it oddly funny, because her eyes constantly twinkle and her voice shakes with laughter which is basically indulgent.]} --Big Daddy shares my attitude toward those two! As for 22 me, well--I give him a laugh now and then and he tolerates me. In fact!--I sometimes suspect that Big Daddy harbors a little unconscious "lech" fo' me. . . . BRICK: What makes you think that Big Daddy has a lech for you, Maggie? MARGARET: Way he always drops his eyes down my body when I'm talkin' to him, drops his eyes to my boobs an' licks his old chops! Ha ha! BRICK: That kind of talk is disgusting. MARGARET: Did anyone ever tell you that you're an ass-aching Puritan, Brick? I think it's mighty fine that that ole fellow, on the doorstep of death, still takes in my shape with what I think is deserved appreciation! And you wanta know something else? Big Daddy didn't know how many little Maes and Goopers had been pro- duced! "How many kids have you got?" he asked at the table, just like Brother Man and his wife were new acquaint- ances to him! Big Mama said he was jokin', but that ole boy wasn't jokin', Lord, no! And when they infawmed him that they had five already and were turning out number six!--the news seemed to come as a sort of unpleasant surprise . . . {[Children yell below.]} {Scream, monsters!} 23 {[Turns to Brick with a sudden, gay, charming smile which fades as she notices that he is not looking at her but into fading gold space with a troubled expression.]} {[It is constant rejection that makes her humor "bitchy."]} Yes, you should of been at that supper-table, Baby. {[Whenever she calls him "baby" the word is a soft caress.]} Y'know, Big Daddy, bless his ole sweet soul, he's the dearest ole thing in the world, but he does hunch over his food as if he preferred not to notice anything else. Well, Mae an' Gooper were side by side at the table, direckly across from Big Daddy, watchin' his face like hawks while they jawed an' jabbered about the cuteness an' brillance of th' no-neck monsters! {[She giggles with a hand fluttering at her throat and her breast and her long throat arched.} {[She comes downstage and recreates the scene with voice and gesture.]} And the no-neck monsters were ranged around the table, some in high chairs and some on th' {Books of Knowledge,} all in fancy little paper caps in honor of Big Daddy's birthday, and all through dinner, well, I want you to know that Brother Man an' his partner never once, for one moment, stopped exchanging pokes an' pinches an' kicks an' signs an' signals! --Why, they were like a couple of cardsharps fleecing a sucker.--Even Big Mama, bless her ole sweet soul, she isn't th' quickest an' brightest thing in the world, she finally no- ticed, at last, an' said to Gooper, "Gooper, what are you an' Mae makin' all these signs at each other about?"--I swear t' goodness, I nearly choked on my chicken! {[Margaret, back at the dressing table, still doesn't see 24 Brick. He is watching her with a look that is not quite definable--Amused? shocked? contemptuous? part of those and Part of something else.]} Y'know--your brother Gooper still cherishes the illusion he took a grant step up on the social ladder when he married Miss Mae Flynn of the Memphis Flynns. But I have a piece of Spanish news for Gooper. The Flynns never had a thing in this world but money and they lost that, they were nothing at all but fairly successful climbers. Of course, Mae Flynn came out in Memphis eight years before I made my debut in Nashville, but I had friends at Ward- Belmont who came from Memphis and they used to come to see me and I used to go to see them for Christmas and spring vacations, and so I know who rates an' who doesn't rate in Memphis society. Why, y'know ole Papa Flynn, he barely escaped doing time in the Federal pen for shady manipulations on th' stock market when his chain stores crashed, and as for Mae having been a cotton carnival queen, as they remind us so often, lest we forget, well, that's one honor that I don't envy her for!--Sit on a brass throne on a tacky float an' ride down Main Street, smilin', bowin', and blowin' kisses to all the trash on the street-- {[She picks out a pair of jeweled sandals and rushes to the dressing table.]} Why, year before last, when Susan McPheeters was singled out fo' that honor, y' know what happened to her? Y'know what happened to poor little Susie McPheeters? BRICK {[absently]}: No. What happened to little Susie McPheeters? MARGARET: Somebody spit tobacco juice in her face. 25 BRICK {[dreamily]}: Somebody spit tobacco juice in her face? MARGARET: That's right, some old drunk leaned out of a window in the Hotel Gayoso and yelled, "Hey, Queen, hey, hey, there, Queenie!" Poor Susie looked up and flashed him a radiant smile and he shot out a squirt of tobacco juice right in poor Susie's face. BRICK: Well, what d'you know about that. MARGARET {[gaily]}: What do I know about it? I was there, I saw it! BRICK {[absently]}: Must have been kind of funny. MARGARET: Susie didn't think so. Had hysterics. Screamed like a banshee. They had to stop th' parade an' remove her from her throne an' go on with-- {[She catches sight of him in the mirror, gasps slightly, wheels about to face him. Count ten.]} --Why are you looking at me like that? BRICK {[whistling softly, now]}: Like what, Maggie? MARGARET {[intensely, fearfully]}: The way y' were lookin' at me just now, befo' I caught your eye in the mirror and you started t' whistle! I don't know how t' describe it but it froze my blood!--I've caught you lookin' at me like that so often lately. What are you thinkin' of when you look at me like that? 26 BRICK: I wasn't conscious of lookin' at you, Maggie. MARGARET: Well, I was conscious of it! What were you thinkin'? BRICK: I don't remember thinking of anything, Maggie. MARGARET: Don't you think I know that--? Don't you--?--Think I know that--? BRICK {[coolly]}: Know {what,} Maggie? MARGARET {[struggling for expression]}: That I've gone through this--{hideous!--transformation,} be- come--{hard! frantic!} {[Then she adds, almost tenderly:]} --{cruel!!} That's what you've been observing in me lately. How could y' help but observe it? That's all right. I'm not--thin-skinned any more, can't afford t' be thin-skinned any more. {[She is now recovering her power.]} --But Brick? Brick? BRICK: Did you say something? MARGARET: I was {goin'} t' say something: that I get--lonely. Very! BRICK: Ev'rybody gets that . . . 27 MARGARET: Living with someone you love can be lonelier--than living entirely {alone!--}if the one that y' love doesn't love you. . . . {[There is a pause. Brick hobbles downstage and asks, wish- out looking at her:]} BRICK: Would you like to live alone, Maggie? {[Another Pause: then--after she has caught a quick, hurt breath:]} MARGARET: {No!--God!--I wouldn't!} {[Another gasping breath. She forcibly controls what must have been an impulse to cry out. We see her deliberately, very forcibly, going all the way back to the world in which you can talk about ordinary matters.]} Did you have a nice shower? BRICK: Uh-huh. MARGARET: Was the water cool? BRICK: No. MARGARET: But it made y' feel fresh, huh? BRICK: Fresher. . . . MARGARET: I know something would make y' feel {much} fresher! BRICK: What? 28 MARGARET: An alcohol rub. Or cologne, a rub with cologne! BRICK: That's good after a workout but I haven't been workin' out, Maggie. MARGARET: You've kept in good shape, though. BRICK {[indifferently]}: You think so, Maggie? MARGARET: I always thought drinkin' men lost their looks, but I was plainly mistaken. BRICK {[wryly]}: Why; thanks, Maggie. MARGARET: You're the only drinkin' man I know that it never seems t' put fat on. BRICK: I'm gettin' softer, Maggie. MARGARET: Well, sooner or later it's bound to soften you up. It was just beginning to soften up Skipper when-- {[She stops short.]} I'm sorry. I never could keep my fingers off a sore--I wish you {would} lose your looks. If you did it would make the martyr- dom of Saint Maggie a little more bearable. But no such goddam luck. I actually believe you've gotten better looking since you've gone on the bottle. Yeah, a person who didn't 29 know you would think you'd never had a tense nerve in your body or a strained muscle. {[There are sounds of croquet on the lawn below: tbe click of mallets, light voices, near and distant.]} Of course, you always had that detached quality as if you were playing a game without much concern over whcther you won or lost, and now that you've lost the game, not lost but just quit playing, you have that rare sort of charm that usually only happens in very old or hopelessly sick people, the charm of the defeated.--You look so cool, so cool, so enviably cool. REVEREND TOOKER {[off stage right]}: Now looka here, boy, lemme show you how to get outa that! MARGARET: They're playing croquet. The moon has appeared and it's white, just beginning to turn a little bit yellow. . . . You were a wonderful lover. . . . Such a wonderful person to go to bed with, and I think mostly because you were really indifferent to it. Isn't that right? Never had any anxiety about it, did it naturally, easily, slowly, with absolute confidence and perfect calm, more like opening a door for a lady or seating her at a table than giving expres- sion to any longing for her. Your indifference made you wonderful at lovemaking--{strange?--}but true. . . . REVEREND TOOKER: Oh! That's a beauty. DOCTOR BAUGH: Yeah. I got you boxed. MARGARET: You know, if I thought you would never, never, {never} make love to me again--I would go downstairs to the kitchen and 30 pick out the longest and sharpest knife I could find and stick it straight into my heart, I swear that I would! REVEREND TOOKER: Watch out, you're gonna miss it. DOCTOR BAUGH: You just don't know me, boy! MARGARET: But one thing I don't have is the charm of the defeated, my hat is still in the ring, and I am determined to win! {[There is the sound of croquet mallets hitting croquet balls.]} REVEREND TOOKER: Mmm--You're too slippery for me. MARGARET: --What is the victory of a cat on a hot tin roof?--I wish I knew. . . . Just staying on it, I guess, as long as she can. . . . OOCTOR BAUGH: Jus' like an eel, boy, jus' like an eel! {[Sore croquet sounds.]} MARGARET: Later tonight I'm going to tell you I love you an' maybe by that time you'll be drunk enough to believe me. Yes, they're playing croquet. . . . Big Daddy is dying of cancer. . . . What were you thinking of when I caught you looking at me like that? Were you thinking of Skipper? {[Brick takes up his crutch, rises.]} 31 Oh, excuse me, forgive me, but laws of silence don't work! No, laws of silence don't work. . . . {[Brick crosses to the bar, takes a quick drink, and rubs his head with a towel.]} Laws of silence don't work. . . . When something is festering in your memory or your imagi- nation, laws of silence don't work, it's just like shutting a door and locking it on a house on fire in hope of forgetting that the house is burning. But not facing a fire doesn't put it out. Silence about a thing just magnifies it. It grows and festers in silence, becomes malignant. . . . {[He drops his crutch.]} BRICK: Give me my crutch. {[He has stopped rubbing his air dry but still stands hanging onto the towel rack in a white towel-cloth robe.]} MARGARET Lean on me. BRICK: No, just give me my crutch. MARGARET: Lean on my shoulder. BRICK: {I don't want to lean on your shoulder, I want my crutch!} {[This is spoken like sudden lightning.]} Are you going to give me my crutch or do I have to get down on my knees on the floor and-- 32 MARGARET: {Here, here, take it, take it!} {[She has thrust the crutch at him.]} BRICK {[hobbling out]}: Thanks . . . MARGARET: We mustn't scream at each other, the walls in this house have ears. . . . {[He hobbles directly to liquor cabinet to get a new drink.]} --but that's the first time I've heard you raise your voice in a long time, Brick. A crack in the wall?--Of composure? --I think that's a good sign. . . . A sign of nerves in a player on the defensive! {[Brick turns and smiles at her coolly over his fresh drink.]} BRICK: It just hasn't happened yet, Maggie. MARGARET: What? BRICK: The click I get in my head when I've had enough of this stuff to make me peaceful. . . . Will you do me a favor? MARGARET: Maybe I will. What favor? BRICK: Just, just keep your voice down! 33 MARGARET {[in a hoarse whisper]}: I'll do you that favor, I'll speak in a whisper, if not shut up completely, if {you} will do {me} a favor and make that drink your last one till after the part. BRICK: What party? MARGARET: Big Daddy's birthday party. BRICK: Is this Big Daddy's birthday? MARGARET: You know this is Big Daddy's birthday! BRICK: No, I don't, I forgot it. MARGARET: Well, I remembered it for you. . . . {[They are both speaking as breathlessly as a pair of kids after a fight, drawing deep exhausted breaths and looking at each other with faraway eyes, shaking and panting to- gether as if they had broken apart from a violent struggle.]} BRICK: Good for you, Maggie. MARGARET: You just have to scribble a few lines on this card. BRICK: You scribble something, Maggie. MARGARET: It's got to be your handwriting; it's pour present, I've given him my present; it's got to be your handwriting! 34 {[The tension between them is building again, the voices becoming shrill once more.]} BRICK: I didn't get him a present MARGARET: I got one for you. BRICK: All right You write the card, then. MARGARET: And have him know you didn't remember his birthday? BRICK: I didn't remember his birthday. MARGARET: You don't have to prove you didn't! BRICK: I don't want to fool him about it. MARGARET: Just write "Love, Brick!" for God's-- BRICK: No. MARGARET: You've {got} to! BRICK: I don't have to do anything I don't want to do. You keep forgetting the conditions on which I agreed to stay on living with you. MARGARET {[out before she knows it]}: I'm not living with you. We occupy the same cage. 35 BRICK: You've got to remember the conditions agreed on. SONNY {[off stage]}: Mommy, give it to me. I had it first. MAE: Hush. MARGARET: They're impossible conditions! BRICK: Then why don't you--? SONNY: I want it, I want it! MAE: Get away! MARGARET: HUSH! Who is out there? Is somebody at the door? {[There are footsteps in hall.]} MAE {[outside]}: May I enter a moment? MARGARET: Oh, {you!} Sure. Come in, Mae. {[Mae enters bearing aloft the bow of a young lady's archery set.]} MAE: Brick, is this thing yours? MARGARET: Why, Sister Woman--that's my Diana Trophy. Won it at the intercollegiate archery contest on the Ole Miss campus. 36 MAE: It's a mighty dangerous thing to leave exposed round a house full of nawmal rid-blooded children attracted t'weapons. MARGARET: "Nawmal rid-blooded children attracted t'weapons" ought t'be taught to keep their hands off things that don't belong to them. MAE: Maggie, honey, if you had children of your own you'd know how funny that is. Will you please lock this up and put the key out of reach? MARGARET: Sister Woman, nobody is plotting the destruction of your kiddies. --Brick and I still have our special archers' license. We're goin' deer-huntin' on Moon Lake as soon as the season starts. I love to run with dogs through chilly woods, run, run leap over obstructions-- {[She goes into the closet carrying the bow.]} MAE: How's the injured ankle, Brick? BRICK: Doesn't hurt. Just itches. MAE: Oh, my! Brick--Brick, you should've been downstairs after supper! Kiddies put on a show. Polly played the piano, Buster an' Sonny drums, an' then they turned out the lights an' Dixie an' Trixie puhfawmed a toe dance in fairy costume with {spahkluhs!} Big Daddy just beamed! He just beamed! MARGARET {[from the closet with a sharp laugh]}: Oh, I bet. It breaks my heart that we missed it! 37 {[She reenters.]} But Mae? Why did y'give dawgs' names to all your kiddies? MAE: {Dogs'} names? MARGARET {[sweetly]}: Dixie, Trixie, Buster, Sonny, Polly!--Sounds like four dogs and a parrot . . . MAE: Maggie? {[Margaret turns with a smile.]} Why are you so catty? MARGARET: Cause I'm a cat! But why can't {you} take a joke, Sister Woman? MAE: Nothin' pleases me more than a joke that's funny. You know the real names of our kiddies. Buster's real name is Robert. Sonny's real name is Saunders. Trixie's real name is Marlene and Dixie's-- {[Gooper downstairs calls for her. "Hey, Mae! Sister Woman, intermission is over!"--She rushes to door, saying:]} Intermission is over! See ya later! MARGARET: I wonder what Dixie's real name is? BRICK: Maggie, being catty doesn't help things any . . . 38 MARGARET: I know! WHY!--Am I so catty?--Cause I'm consumed with envy an' eaten up with longing?--Brick, I'm going to lay out your beautiful Shantung silk suit from Rome and one of your monogrammed silk shirts. I'll put your cuff links in it, those lovely star sapphires I get you to wear so rarely. . . . BRICK: I can't get trousers on over this plaster cast. MARGARET: Yes, you can, I'll help you. BRICK: I'm not going to get dressed, Maggie. MARGARET: Will you just put on a pair of white silk pajamas? BRICK: Yes, I'll do that, Maggie. MARGARET: {Thank} you, thank you so {much!} BRICK: Don't mention it. MARGARET: {Oh, Brick!} How long does it have t' go on? This punishment? Haven't I done time enough, haven't I served my term, can't I apply for a--pardon? BRICK: Maggie, you're spoiling my liquor. Lately your voice always sounds like you'd been running upstairs to warn somebody that the house was on fire! 39 MARGARET: Well, no wonder, no wonder. Y'know what I feel like, Brick? {I feel all the time like a cat on a hot tin roof!} BRICK: Then jump off the roof, jump off it, cats can jump off roofs and land on their four feet uninjured! MARGARET: Oh, yes! BRICK: Do it! --fo' God's sake, do it . . . MARGARET: Do what? BRICK: Take a lover! MARGARET: I can't see a man but you! Even with my eyes closed, I just see you! Why don't you get ugly, Brick, why don't you please get fat or ugly or something so I could stand it? {[She rushes to hall door, opens it, listens.]} The concert is still going on! Bravo, no-necks, bravo! {[She slams and locks door fiercely.]} BRICK: What did you lock the door for? MARGARET: To give us a little privacy for a while. BRICK: You know better, Maggie. 40 MARGARET: No, I don't know better. . . . {[She rushes to gallery doors, draws the rose-silk drapes across them.]} BRICK: Don't make a fool of yourself. MARGARET: I don't mind makin' a fool of myself over you! BRICK: I mind, Maggie. I feel embarrassed for you. MARGARET: Feel embarrassed! But don't continue my torture. I can't live on and on under these circumstances. BRICK: You agreed to-- MARGARET: I know but-- BRICK: --Accept that condition! MARGARET: {I CAN'T! CANT! CAN'T!} {[She seizes his shoulder.]} BRICK: Let go! {[He breaks away from her and seizes the small boudoir chair and raises it like a lion-tamer facing a big circus cat.]} {[Count five. She stares at him with her fist pressed to her 41 mouth, then bursts into shrill, almost hysterical laughter. He remains grave for a moment, then grins and Puts the chair down.]} {[Big Mama calls through closed door.]} BIG MAMA: Son? Son? Son? BRICK: What is it, Big Mama? BIG MAMA {[outside]}: Oh, son! We got the most wonderful news about Big Daddy. I just had t' run up an' tell you right this-- {[She rattles the knob.]} --What's this door doin', locked, faw? You all think there's robbers in the house? MARGARET: Big Mama, Brick is dressin', he's not dressed yet. BIG MAMA: That's all right, it won't be the first time I've seen Brick not dressed. Come on, open this door! {[Margaret, with a grimace, goes to unlock and open the hall door, as Brick hobbles rapidly to the bathroom and kicks the door shut. Big Mama has disappeared from the hall.]} MARGARET: Big Mama? {[Big Mama appears through the opposite gallery doors behind Margaret, huffing and puffing like an old bulldog. She is a short, stout woman; her sixty years and 170 pounds 42 have left her somewhat breathless most of the time; she's always tensed like a boxer, or rather, a Japanese wrestler. Her "family" was maybe a little superior to Big Daddy's, but not much. She wears a black or silver lace dress and at least half a million in flashy gems. She is very sincere.]} BIG MAMA {[loudly, startling Margaret]}: Here! come through Gooper's and Mae's gall'ry door. Where's Brick? {Brick--}Hurry on out of there, son, I just have a second and want to give you the news about Big Daddy.-- I hate locked doors in a house. . . . MARGARET {[with affected lightness]}: I've noticed you do, Big Mama, but people have got to have {some} moments of privacy, don't they? BIG MAMA: No, ma'am, not in {my} house. {[without pause]} Whacha took off you' dress faw? I thought that little lace dress was so sweet on yuh, honey. MARGARET: I thought it looked sweet on me, too, but one of m' cute little table-partners used it for a napkin so--! BIG MAMA {[picking up stockings on Poor]}: What? MARGARET: You know, Big Mama, Mae and Gooper's so touchy about those children--thanks, Big Mama . . . {[Big Mama has thrust the picked-up stockings in Mar- garet's hand with a grunt.]} --that you just don't dare to suggest there's any room for improvement in their-- 43 BIG MAMA: Brick, hurry out!--Shoot, Maggie, you just don't like chil- dren. MARGARET: I do SO like children! Adore them!--well brought up! BIG MAMA {[gentle--loving]}: Well, why don't you have some and bring them up well, then, instead of all the time pickin' on Gooper's an' Mae's? GOOPER {[shouting up the stairs]}: Hey, hey, Big Mama, Betsy an' Hugh got to go, waitin' t' tell yuh g'by! BIG MAMA: Tell 'em to hold their hawses, I'll be right down in a jiffy! GOOPER: Yes ma'am! {[She turns to the bathroom door and calls out.]} BIG MAMA: Son? Can you hear me in there? {[There is a muffled answer.]} We just got the full report from the laboratory at the Ochsner Clinic, completely negative, son, ev'rything negative, right on down the line! Nothin' a-tall's wrong with him but some little functional thing called a spastic colon. Can you hear me, son? MARGARET: He can hear you, Big Mama. BIG MAMA: Then why don't he say something? God Almighty, a piece of 44 news like that should make him shout. It made {me} shout, I can tell you. I shouted and sobbed and fell right down on my knees! --Look! {[She pulls up her skirt.]} See the bruises where I hit my kneecaps? Took both doctors to haul me back on my feet! {[She laughs--she always laughs like hell at herself.]} Big Daddy was furious with me! But ain't that wonderful news? {[facing bathroom again, she continues:]} After all the anxiety we been through to git a report like that on Big Daddy's birthday? Big Daddy tried to hide how much of a load that news took off his mind, but didn't fool {me.} He was mighty close to crying about it {himself!} {[Goodbyes are shouted downstairs, and she rushes to door.]} GOOPER: Big Mama! BIG MAMA: {Hold those people down there, don't let them go!--}Now, git dressed, we're all comin' up to this room fo' Big Daddy's birthday party because of your ankle.--How's his ankle, Maggie? MARGARET: Well, he broke it, Big Mama. BIG MAMA: I know he broke it. {[A Phone is ringing in hall. A Negro voice answers: "Mis- tuh Polly's res'dence."]} 45 I mean does it hurt him much still. MARGARET: I'm afraid I can't give you that information, Big Mama. You'll have to ask Brick if it hurts much still or not. SOOKEY {[in the hall]}: It's Memphis, Mizz Polly, it's Miss Sally in Memphis. BIG MAMA: Awright, Sookey. {[Big Mama rushes into the hall and is heard shouting on the phone.]} Hello, Miss Sally. How are you, Miss Sally?--Yes, well, I was just gonna call you about it. {Shoot!--} MARGARET: Brick, don't! {[Big Mama raises her voice to a bellow.]} BIG MAMA: {Miss Sally? Don't ever call me from the Gayoso Lobby, too much talk goes on in that hotel lobby, no wonder you can't hear me!} Now listen, Miss Sally. They's nothin' serious wrong with Big Daddy. We got the report just now, they's nothin' wrong but a thing called a--spastic! SPASTIC!--colon . . . {[She appears at the hall door and calls to Margaret.]} --Maggie, come out here and talk to that fool on the phone. I'm shouted breathless! MARGARET {[goes out and is heard sweetly at Phone]}: Miss Sally? This is Brick's wife, Maggie. So nice to hear your voice. Can you hear {mine?} Well, {good!--}Big Mama just wanted you to know that they've got the report from the 46 Ochsner Clinic and what Big Daddy has is a spastic colon. Yes. Spastic colon, Miss Sally. That's right, spastic colon. {G'bye, Miss Salty, hope I'll see you real soon!} {[Hangs up a little before Miss Sally was probably ready to terminate the talk. She returns through the hall door.]} She heard me perfectly. I've discovered with deaf people the thing to do is not shout at them but just enunciate clearly. My rich old Aunt Cornelia was deaf as the dead but I could make her hear me just by sayin' each word slowly, distinctly, close to her ear. I read her the {Commercial Appeal} ev'ry night, read her the classified ads in it, even, she never missed a word of it. But was she a mean ole thing! Know what I got when she died? Her unexpired subscriptions to five magazines and the Book-of-the-Month Club and a LIBRARY full of ev'ry dull book ever written! All else went to her hellcat of a sister . . . meaner than she was, even! {[Big Mama has been straightening things up in the room during this speech.]} BIG MAMA {[closing closet door on discarded clothes]}: {Miss Sally sure is a case!} Big Daddy says she's always got her hand out fo' something. He's not mistaken. That poor ole thing always has her hand out fo' somethin'. I don't think Big Daddy gives her as much as he should. GOOPER: Big Mama! Come on now! Betsy and Hugh can't wait no longer! BIG MAMA {[shouting]}: I'm comin'! {[She starts out. At the hall door, turns and jerks a fore- finger, first toward the bathroom door, then toward the liquor cabinet, meaning: "Has Brick been drinking?" Mar- 47 garet pretends not to understand, cocks her head and raises her brows as if the pantomimic performance was completely mystifying to her.]} {[Big Mama rushes back to Margaret:]} {Shoot! Stop playin' so dumb!--}I mean has he been drinkin' that stuff much yet? MARGARET {[with a little laugh]}: Oh! I think he had a highball after supper. BIG MAMA: Don't laugh about it!--Some single men stop drinkin' when they git married and others start! Brick never touched liquor before he--! MARGARET {[crying out]}: {THAT'S NOT FAIR!} BIG MAMA: Fair or not fair I want to ask you a question, one question: D'you make Brick happy in bed? MARGARET: Why don't you ask if he makes {me} happy in bed? BIG MAMA: Because I know that-- MARGARET: {It works both ways!} BIG MAMA: Something's not right! You're childless and my son drinks! GOOPER: Come on, Big Mama! {[Gooper has called her downstairs and she has rushed to 48 the door on the line above. She turns at the door and points at the bed.]} --When a marriage goes on the rocks, the rocks are {there,} right {there!} MARGARET: {That's--} {[Big Mama has swept out of the room and slammed the door.]} --not--{fair} . . . {[Margaret is alone, completely alone, and she feels it. She draws in, hunches her shoulders, raises her arms with fists clenched, shuts her eyes tight as a child about to be stabbed with a vaccination needle. When she opens her eyes again, what she sees is the long oval mirror and she rushes straight to it, stares into it with a grimace and says: "Who are you?"--Then she crouches a little and answers herself in a different voice which is high, thin, mocking: "I am Maggie the Cat!"--Straightens quickly as bathroom door opens a little and Bricks calls out to her.]} BRICK: Has Big Mama gone? MARGARET: She's gone. {[He opens the bathroom door and hobbles out, with his liquor glass now empty, straight to the liquor cabinet. He is whistling softly. Margaret's head pivots on her long, slender throat to watch him.]} {[She raises a hand uncertainly to the base of her throat, as if it was difficult for her to swalow, before she speaks:]} 49 You know, our sex life didn't just peter out in the usual way, it was cut off short, long before the natural time for it to, and it's going to revive again, just as sudden as that. I'm confident of it. That's what I'm keeping myself attractive for. For the time when you'll see me again like other men see me. Yes, like other men see me. They still see me, Brick, and they like what they see. Uh-huh. Some of them would give their-- Look, Brick! {[She stands before the long oval mirror, touches her breast and then her hips with her two hands.]} How high my body stays on me!--Nothing has fallen on me --not a fraction. . . . {[Her voice is soft and trembling.- a pleading child's. At this moment as he turns to glance at her--a look which is like a player passing a ball to another Player, third down and goal to go--she has to capture the audience in a grip so tight that she can hold it till the first intermission without any lapse of attention.]} Other men still want me. My face looks strained, sometimes, but I've kept my figure as well as you've kept yours, and men admire it. I still turn heads on the street. Why, last week in Memphis everywhere that I went men's eyes burned holes in my clothes, at the country club and in restaurants and depart- ment stores, there wasn't a man I met or walked by that didn't just eat me up with his eyes and turn around when I passed him and look back at me. Why, at Alice's party for her New York cousins, the best-lookin' man in the crowd--followed me upstairs and tried to force his way in the powder room with me, followed me to the door and tried to force his way in ! BRICK: Why didn't you let him, Maggie? 50 MARGARET: Because I'm not that common, for one thing. Not that I wasn't almost tempted to. You like to know who it was? It was Sonny Boy Maxwell, that's who! BRICK: Oh, yeah, Sonny Boy Maxwell, he was a good end-runner but had a little injury to his back and had to quit. MARGARET: He has no injury now and has no wife and still has a lech for me! BRICK: I see no reason to lock hu- n out of a powder room in that case. MARGARET: And have someone catch me at it? I'm not that stupid. Oh, I might sometime cheat on you with someone, since you're so insultingly eager to have me do it!--But if I do, you can be damned sure it will be in a place and a time where no one but me and the man could possibly know. Because I'm not going to give you any excuse to divorce me for being unfaithful or anything else. . . . BRICK: Maggie, I wouldn't divorce you for being unfaithful or any- thing else. Don't you know that? Hell. I'd be relieved to know that you'd found yourself a lover. MARGARET: Well, I'm taking no chances. No, I'd rather stay on this hot tin roof. BRICK: A hot tin roof's 'n uncomfo'table place t' stay on. . . . {[He starts to whistle softly.]} 51 MARGARET {[through his whistle]}: Yeah, but I can stay on it just as long as I have to. BRICK: You could leave me, Maggie. {[He resumes whistle. She wheels about to glare at him.]} MARGARET: {Don't want to and will not!} Besides if I did, you don't have a cent to pay for it but what you get from Big Daddy and he's dying of cancer! {[for she first time a realization of Big Daddy's doom seems to Penetrate to Brick's consciousness, visibly, and he looks at Margaret.]} BRICK: Big Mama just said he {wasn't,} that the report was okay. MARGARET: That's what she thinks because she got the same story that they gave Big Daddy. And was just as taken in by it as he was, poor ole things. . . . But tonight they're going to tell her the truth about it. When Big Daddy goes to bed, they're going to tell her that he is dying of cancer. {[She slams the dresser drawer.]} --It's malignant and it's terminal. BRICK: Does Big Daddy know it? MARGARET: Hell, do they {ever} know it? Nobody says, "You're dying." You have to fool them. They have to fool {themselves.} 52 MARGARET: {Why?} Because human beings dream of life everlasting, that's the reason! But most of them want it on earth and not in heaven. {[He gives a short, hard laugh at her touch of humor.]} Well. . . . {[She touches up her mascara.]} That's how it is, any- how. . . . {[She looks about.]} Where did I put down my cigar- ette? Don't want to burn up the home-place, at least not with Mae and Gooper and their five monsters in it! {[She has found it and sucks at it greedily. Blows out smoke and continues:]} So this is Big Daddy's last birthday. And Mae and Gooper, they know it, oh, {they} know it, all right. They got the first information from the Ochsner Clinic. That's why they rushed down here with their no-neck monsters. Because. Do you know something? Big Daddy's made no will? Big Daddy's never made out any will in his life, and so this campaign's afoot to impress him, forcibly as possible, with the fact that you drink and I've borne no children! {[He continues to stare at her a moment, then mutters some- thing sharp but not audible and hobbles rather rapidly out onto the long gallery in the fading, much jaded, gold light.]} MARGARET {[continuing her liturgical chant]}: Y'know, I'm {fond} of Big Daddy, I am genuinely fond of that old man, I really {am,} you know. . . . BRICK {[faintly, vaguely]}: Yes, I know you are. . . . 53 MARGARET: I've always sort of admired him in spite of his coarseness, his four-letter words and so forth. Because Big Daddy {is} what he {is,} and he makes no bones about it. He hasn't turned gentle- man farmer, he's still a Mississippi redneck, as much of a red- neck as he must have been when he was just overseer here on the old Jack Straw and Peter Ochello place. But he got hold of it an' built it into th' biggest an' finest plantation in the Delta.--I've always {liked} Big Daddy. . . . {[She crosses to the proscenium.]} Well, this is Big Daddy's last birthday. I'm sorry about it. But I'm facing the facts. It takes money to take care of a drinker and that's the office that I've been elected to lately. BRICK: You don't have to take care of me. MARGARET: Yes, I do. Two people in the same boat have got to take care of each other. At least you want money to buy more Echo Spring when this supply is exhausted, or will you be satisfied with a ten-cent beer? Mae an' Gooper are plannin' to freeze us out of Big Daddy's estate because you drink and I'm childless. But we can defeat that plan. We're {going} to defeat that plan! {Brick, y'know, I've been so God damn disgustingly poor al} {my life!--} That's the {truth,} Brick! BRICK: I'm not sayin' it isn't. MARGARET: Always had to suck up to people I couldn't stand because they had money and I was poor as Job's turkey. You don't 54 know what that's like. Well, I'll tell you, it's like you would feel a thousand miles away from Echo Spring!--And had to get back to it on that broken ankle . . . without a crutch! That's how it feels to be as poor as Job's turkey and have to suck up to relatives that you hated because they had money and all you had was a bunch of hand-me-down clothes and a few old moldly three-per-cent government bonds. My daddy loved his liquor, he fell in love with his liquor the way you've fallen in love with Echo Spring!--And my poor Mama, having to maintain some semblance of social position, to keep appearances up, on an income of one hundred and fifty dollars a month on those old government bonds! When I came out, the year that I made my debut, I had just two evening dresses! One Mother made me from a pattern in {Vogue,} the other a hand-me-down from a snotty rich cousin I hated! --The dress that I married you in was my grandmother's weddin' gown. . . . So that's why I'm like a cat on a hot tin roof! {[Brick is still on the gallery. Someone below calls up to him in a warm Negro voice, "Hiya, Mistuh Brick, how yuh feelin'?" Brick raises his liquor glass as if that answere} the question.]} MARGARET: You can be young without money, but you can't be old with- out it. You've got to be old {wish} money because to be old without it is just too awful, you've got to be one or the other, either {young} or {with money,} you can't be old and {without} it.--That's the {truth,} Brick. . . . {[Brick whistles softly, vaguely.]} 55 Well, now I'm dressed, I'm all dressed, there's nothing else for me to do. {[Forlornly, almost fearfully.]} I'm dressed, all dressed, nothing else for me to do. . . . {[She moves about restlessly, aimlessly, and speaks, as if to herself.]} What am I--? Oh!--my bracelets. . . . {[She starts working a collection of bracelets over her hands onto her wrists, about six on each, as she talks.]} I've thought a whole lot about it and now I know when I made my mistake. Yes, I made my mistake when I told you the truth about that thing with Skipper. Never should have confessed it, a fatal error, tellin' you about that thing with Skipper. BRICK: Maggie, shut up about Skipper. I mean it, Maggie; you got to shut up about Skipper. MARGARET: You ought to understand that Skipper and I-- BRICK: You don't think I'm serious, Maggie? You're fooled by the fact that I am saying this quiet? Look, Maggie. What you're doing is a dangerous thing to do. You're--you're--you're-- foolin' with something that--nobody ought to fool with MARGARET: This time I'm going to finish what I have to say to you. Skipper and I made love, if love you could call it, because it made both of us feel a little bit closer to you. You see, you son of a bitch, you asked too much of people, of me, of him, 56 of all the unlucky poor damned sons of bitches that happen to love you, and there was a whole pack of them, yes, there was a pack of them besides me and Skipper, you asked too goddam much of people that loved you, you--superior crea- ture!--you godlike being!--And so we made love to each other to dream it was you, both of us! Yes, yes, yes! Truth, truth! What's so awful about it? I like it, I think the truth is--yeah! I shouldn't have told you. . . . BRICK {[folding his head unnaturally still and uptilted a bit]}: It was Skipper that told me about it. Not you, Maggie. MARGARET: I told you! BRICK: After he told me! MARGARET: What does it matter who--? DIXIE: I got your mallet, I got your mallet. TRIXIE: Give it to me, give it to me. IT's mine. {[Brick turns suddenly out upon the gallery and calls:]} BRICK: Little girl! Hey, little girl! LITTLE GIRL {[at a distance]}: What, Uncle Brick? BRICK: Tell the folks to come up!--Bring everybody upstairs! 57 TRIXIE: It's mine, it's mine. MARGARET: I can't stop myself! I'd go on telling you this in front of them all, if I had to! BRICK: Little girl! Go on, go on, will you? Do what I told you, call them! DIXIE: Okay. MARGARET: Because it's got to be told and you, you!--you never let me! {[She sobs, then controls herself, and continues almost calmly.]} It was one of those beautiful, ideal things they tell about in the Greek legends, it couldn't be anything else, you being you, and that's what made it so sad, that's what made it so awful, because it was love that never could be carried through to anything satisfying or even talked about plainly. BRICK: Maggie, you gotta stop this. MARGARET: Brick, I tell you, you got to believe me, Brick, I {do} under- stand all about it! I--I think it was--{noble!} Can't you tell I'm sincere when I say I respect it? My only point, the only point that I'm making, is life has got to be allowed to con- tinue even after the {dream} of life is --all--over. . . . {[Brick is without his crutch. Leaning on furniture, he crosses to pick it up as she continues as if possessed by a will outside herself:]} 58 Why I remember when we double-dated at college, Gladys Fitzgerald and I and you and Skipper, it was more like a date between you and Skipper. Gladys and I were just sort of tagging along as if it was necessary to chaperone you!--to make a good public impression-- BRICK {[turns to face her, half lifting his crutch]}: Maggie, you want me to hit you with this crutch? Don't you know I could kill you with this crutch? MARGARET: Good Lord, man, d' you think I'd care if you did? BRICK: One man has one great good true thing in his life. One great good thing which is true!--I had friendship with Skipper.-- You are naming it dirty! MARGARET: I'm not naming it dirty! I am naming it clean. BRICK: Not love with you, Maggie, but friendship with Skipper was that one great true thing, and you are naming it dirty! MARGARET: Then you haven't been listenin', not understood what I'm saying! I'm naming it so damn clean that it killed poor Skipper!--You two had something that had to be kept on ice, yes, incorruptible, yes!--and death was the only icebox where you could keep it. . . . BRICK: I married you, Maggie. Why would I marry you, Maggie, if I was ? MARGARET: Brick, let me finish!--I know, believe me I know, that it was 59 only Skipper that harbored even any {unconscious} desire for anything not perfectly pure between you two!--Now let me skip a little. You married me early that summer we graduated out of Ole Miss, and we were happy, weren't we, we were blissful, yes, hit heaven together ev'ry time that we loved! But that fall you an' Skipper turned down wonderful offers of jobs in order to keep on bein' football heroes--pro-football heroes. You organized the Dixie Stars that fall, so you could keep on bein' teammates forever! But somethin' was not right with it! --{Me included!--}between you. Skipper began hittin' the bottle . . . you got a spinal injury--couldn't play the Thanks- givin' game in Chicago, watched it on TV from a traction bed in Toledo. I joined Skipper. The Dixie Stars lost because poor Skipper was drunk. We drank together that night all night in the bar of the Blackstone and when cold day was comin' up over the Lake an' we were comin' out drunk to take a dizzy look at it, I said, "SKIPPER! STOP LOVIN' MY HUSBAND OR TELL HIM HE'S GOT TO LET YOU ADMIT IT TO HIM!"--one way or another! HE SLAPPED ME HARD ON THE MOUTH!--then turned and ran without stopping once, I am sure, all the way back into his room at the Blackstone. . . . --When I came to his room that night, with a little scratch like a shy little mouse at his door, he made that pitiful, inef- fectual little attempt to prove that what I had said wasn't true. . . . {[Brick strikes at her with crutch, a blow that shatters the gemlike lamp on the table.]} --In this way, I destroyed him, by telling him truth that he and his world which he was born and raised in, yours and his world, had told him could not be told? 60 --From then on Skipper was nothing at all but a receptacle for liquor and drugs. . . . --{Who shot cock robin? I with my--} {[She throws back her head with right shut eyes.]} --{merciful arrow!} {(Brick strikes at her, misses.]} Missed me!--Sorry,--I'm not tryin' to whitewash my be- havior, Christ, no! Brick, I'm not good. I don't know why people have to pretend to be good, nobody's good. The rich or the well-to-do can afford to respect moral patterns, conven- tional moral patterns, but I could never afford to, yeah, but-- I'm honest! Give me credit for just that, will you {please?--} Born poor, raised poor, expect to die poor unless I manage to get us something out of what Big Daddy leaves when he dies of cancer! But Brick?!--{Skipper is dead! I'm alive!} Maggie the cat is -- {[Brick hops awkwardly forward and strikes at her again with his crutch.]} --{alive! I am alive, alive! I am} . . . {[He hurls the crutch at her, across the bed she took refuge behind, and pitches forward on the floor as she completes her speech.]} --{alive!} {[A little girl, Dixie, bursts into the room, wearing an Indian war bonnet and firing a cap pistol at Margaret and shouting.- "Bang, bang, bang!"} {[Laughter downstairs floats through the open hall door. Margaret had crouched gasping to bed at child's entrance. She now rises and says with cool fury:]} 61 Little girl, your mother or someone should teach you-- {[gasping]--}to knock at a door before you come into a room. Otherwise people might think that you--lack--good breed- ing. . . . DIXIE: Yanh, yanh, yanh, what is Uncle Brick doin' on th' floor? BRICK: I tried to all your Aunt Maggie, but I failed--and I fell. Little girl, give me my crutch so I can get up off th' floor. MARGARET: Yes, give your uncle his crutch, he's a cripple, honey, he broke his ankle last night jumping hurdles on the high school athletic field! DIXIE: What were you jumping hurdles for, Uncle Brick? BRICK: Because I used to jump them, and people like to do what they used to do, even after they've stopped being able to do it. . . . MARGARET: That's right, that's your answer, now go away, little girl. {[Dixie fires cap pistol at Margaret three times.]} {Stop, you stop that, monster! You little no-neck monster!} {[She seizes the cap pistol and hurls it through gallery doors.]} DIXIE {[with a precocious instinct for the cruelest thing]}: You're {jealous!--}You're just jealous because you can't have babies! {[She sticks out her tongue at Margaret as she sashays Past her with her stomach stuck out, to the gallery. Margaret slams the gallery doors and leans panting against them. 62 There is a pause. Brick has replaced his spilt drink and sits, faraway, on the great four-poster bed.]} MARGARET: You see?--they gloat over us being childless, even in front of their five little no-neck monsters! {[Pause. Voices approach on the stairs.]} Brick?--I've been to a doctor in Memphis, a--a gynecolo- gist. . . . I've been completely examined, and there is no reason why we can't have a child whenever we want one. And this is my time by the calendar to conceive. Are you listening to me? Are you? Are you LISTENING TO ME. BRICK: Yes. I hear you, Maggie. {[His attention returns to her inflamed face.]} --But how in hell on earth do you imagine--that you're going to have a child by a man that can't stand you? MARGARET That's a problem that I will have to work out. {[She wheels about to face the hall door.]} MAE {[off stage left]}: Come on, Big Daddy. We're all goin' up to Brick's room. {[from off stage left, voices.- Reverend Tooker, Doctor Baugh, Mae.]} MARGARET: {Here they come!} {[The lights dim.]} {CURTAIN} 63 ACT TWO {There is no lapse of time. Margaret and Brick are in the same positions they held at the end of Act I.} MARGARET {[at door]}: {Here they come!} {[Big Daddy appears first, a tall man with a fierce, anxious look, moving carefully not to betray his weakness even, or especially, to himself.]} GOOPER: I read in the {Register} that you're getting a new memorial window. {[Some of the people are approaching through the hall, others along the gallery: voices from both directions. Gooper and Reverend Tooker become visible outside gal- lery doors, and their voices come in clearly.]} {[They pause outside as Gooper lights a cigar.]} REVEREND TOOKER {[vivaciously]}: Oh, but St. Paul's in Grenada has three memorial windows, and the latest one is a Tiffany stained-glass window that cost twenty-five hundred dollars, a picture of Christ the Good Shepherd with a Lamb in His arms. MARGARET: Big Daddy. BIG DADDY: Well, Brick. BRICK: Hello Big Daddy.--Congratulations! BIG DADDY: --Crap. . . . 65 GOOPER: Who give that window, Preach? REVEREND TOOKER: Clyde Fletcher's widow. Also presented St. PauI's with a bap- tismal font. GOOPER: Y'know what somebody ought t' give your church is a {coolin'} system, Preach. MAE {[almost religiously]}: --Let's see now, they've had their {tyyy-}phoid shots, and their tetanus shots, their diphtheria shots and their hepatitis shots and their polio shots, they got {those} shots every month from May through September, and--Gooper? Hey! Gooper! -- What all have the kiddies been shot faw? REVEREND TOOKER: Yes, siree, Bob! And y'know what Gus Hamma's family gave in his memory to the church at Two Rivers? A complete new stone parish-house with a basketball court in the base- ment and a-- BIG DADDY {[uttering a loud barking laugh which is far from truly mirthful]}: Hey, Preach! What's all this talk about memorials, Preach? Y' think somebody's about t' kick off around here? 'S that it? {[Startled by this interjection, Reverend Tooker decides to laugh at the question almost as loud as he can.]} {[How he would answer the question we'll never know, as he's spared that embarrassment by the voice of Gooper'} wife, Mae, rising high and clear as she appears with "Doc" Baugh, the family doctor, through the hall door.]} 66 MARGARET {[overlapping a bit]}: Turn on the hi-fi, Brick! Let's have some music t' start off th' party with! BRICK: You turn it on, Maggie. {[The talk becomes so general that the room sounds like a great aviary of chattering birds. Only Brick remains unen- gaged, leaning upon the liquor cabinet with his faraway smile, an ice cube in a paper napkin with which he now and then rubs his forehead. He doesn't respond to Margaret's command. She bounds forward and stoops over the instru- ment panel of the console.]} GOOPER: We gave 'em that thing for a third anniversary present, got three speakers in it. {[The room is suddenly blasted by the climax of a Wag- nerian opera or a Beethoven symphony.]} BIG DADDY: {Turn that dam thing off!} {[Almost instant silence, almost instantly broken by the shouting charge of Big Mama, entering through hall door like a charging rhino.]} BIG MAMA: {Wha's my Brick, wha's mah Precious baby!!} BIG DADDY: {Sorry! Turn it back on!} {[Everyone laughs very loud. Big Daddy is famous for his jokes at Big Mama's expense, and nobody laughs louder at these jokes than Big Mama herself, though sometimes 67 they're pretty cruel and Big Mama has to pick up or fuss with something to cower the hurt that the loud laugh doesn't quite cover.]} {[On this occasion, a happy occasion because the dread in her heart has also been lifted by the false report on Big Daddy's condition, she giggles, grotesquely, coyly, in Big Daddy's direction and bears down upon Brick, all very quick and alive.]} BIG MAMA: Here he is, here's my precious baby! What's that you've got in your hand? You put that liquor down, son, your hand was made fo' holdin' somethin' better than that! GOOPER: Look at Brick put it down! {[Brick has obeyed Big Mama by draining the glass and handing it to her. Again everyone laughs, some high, some low.]} BIG MAMA: Oh, you bad boy, you, you're my bad little boy. Give Big Mama a kiss, you bad boy, you!--Look at him shy away, will you? Brick never liked bein' kissed or made a fuss over, I guess because he's always had too much of it! Son, you turn that thing off! {[Brick has switched on the TV set.]} I can't stand TV, radio was bad enough but TV has gone it one better, I mean--{[plops wheezing in chair]}--one worse, ha ha! Now what'm I sittin' down here faw? I want t' sit next to my sweetheart on the sofa, hold hands with him and love him up a little! {[Big Mama has on a black and white figured chiffon. The large irregular Patterns, like the markings of some massive animal, the luster of her great diamonds and many pearls, the brilliants set in the silver frames offer glasses, her riotous voice, booming laugh, have dominated she room since she entered. Big Daddy has been regarding her with a steady grimace of chronic annoyance.]} BIG MAMA {[still louder]}: Preacher, Preacher, hey, Preach! Give me you' hand an' help me up from this chair! REVEREND TOOKER: None of your tricks Big Mama! BIG MAMA: What tricks? You give me you' hand so I can get up an'-- {[Reverend Tooker extends her his hand. She grabs it and pulls him into her lap with a shrill laugh that spans an octave in two notes.]} Ever seen a preacher in a fat lady's lap? Hey, hey, folks! Ever seen a preacher in a fat lady's lap? {[Big Mama is notorious throughout the Delta for this sort of inelegant horseplay. Margaret looks on with indulgent humor, sipping Dubonnes "on the rocks" and watching Brick, but Mae and Gooper exchange signs of humorless anxiety over these antics, the sort of behavior which Mac thinks may account for their failure to quite get in with the smartest young married set in Memphis, despite all. One of the Negroes, Lacy or Sookey, peeks in, cackling. They are waiting for a sign to bring in the cake and cham- pagne. But Big Daddy's not amused. He doesn't understand why, in spite of the infinite mental relief he's received from the doctor's report, he still has these same old fox teeth 69 in his guts. "This spastic condition is something else," he says to himself, but aloud he roars at Big Mama:]} BIG DADDY: {BIG MAMA,} WELL YOU QUIT {HORSIN'?--}You're too old an' too fat fo' that sort of crazy kid stuff an' besides a woman with your blood pressure--she had two hundred last spring! --is riskin' a stroke when you mess around like that. . . . {[Mae blows on a pitch pipe.]} BIG MAMA: {Here comes Big Daddy's birthday!} {[Negroes in white jackets enter with an enormous birthday cake ablaze with candles and carrying buckets of cham- pagne with satin ribbons about the bottle necks.]} {[Mae and Gooper strike up song, and everybody, including the Negroes and Children, joins in. Only Brick remains aloof.]} EVERYONE: Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, Big Daddy-- {[Some sing: "Dear, Big Daddy!"]} Happy birthday to you. {[Some sing: "How old are you?"]} {[Mae has come down center and is organizing her children like a chorus. She gives them a barely audible.- "One, two, three!" and they are off in the new tune.]} CHILDREN: Skinamarinka--dinka--dink Skinamarinka--do 70 We love you. Skinamarinka--dinka--dink Skinamarinka--do. {[All together, they turn to Big Daddy.]} Big Daddy, you! {[They turn back front, like a musical comedy chorus.]} We love you in the morning; We love you in the night. We love you when we're with you And we love you out of sight. Skinamarinka--dinka--dink Skinamarinka--do. {[Mae turns to Big Mama.]} Big Mama too! {[Big Mama bursts into tears. The Negroes leave.]} BIG DADDY: Now Ida, what the hell is the matter with you? MAE: She's just so happy. BIG MAMA: I'm just so happy, Big Daddy, I have to cry or somcthing. {[Sudden and loud in the hush.-]} Brick, do you know the wonderful news that Doc Baugh got from the clinic about Big Daddy? Big Daddy's one hundred per cent! MARGARET: Isn't that wonderful? 71 BIG MAMA: He's just one hundred per cent. Passed the examination with flying colors. Now that we know there's nothing wrong with Big Daddy but a spastic colon, I can tell you something. I was worried sick, half out of my mind, for fear that Big Daddy might have a thing like-- {[Margaret cuts through this speech, jumping up and ex- claiming shrilly.]} MARGARET: Brick, honey, aren't you going to give Big Daddy his birthday present? {[Passing by him, she snatches his liquor glass from him.]} {[She picks up a fancily wrapped package.]} {Here it is, Big Daddy, this is from Brick!} BIG MAMA: This is the biggest birthday Big Daddy's ever had, a hundred presents and bushels of telegrams from-- MAE {[at same time]}: What is it, Brick? GOOPER: I bet 500 to 50 that Brick don't {know} what it is. BIG MAMA: The fun of presents is not knowing what they are till you open the package. Open your present, Big Daddy. BIG DADDY: Open it you'self. I want to ask Brick somethin! Come here, Brick. MARGARET: Big Daddy's callin' you, Brick. 72 {[She is opening the package.]} BRIM: Tell Big Daddy I'm crippled. BIG DADDY: I see you're crippled. I want to know how you got crippled. MARGARET {[making diversionary tactics]}: {Oh, look, oh, look, why, it's a cashmere robe!} {[She holds the robe up for all to see.]} MAE: You sound surprised, Maggie. MARGARET: I never saw one before. MAE: That's funny.--{Hah!} MARGARET {[turning on her fiercely, with a brilliant smile]}: Why is it funny? All my family ever had was family--and luxuries such as cashmere robes still surprise me! BIG DADDY {[ominously]}: Quiet! MAE {[heedless in her fury]}: I don't see how you could be so surprised when you bought it yourself at Loewenstein's in Memphis last Saturday. You know how I know? BIG DADDY: I said, Quiet! MAE: --I know because the salesgirl that sold it to you waited on me and said, Oh, Mrs. Pollitt, your sister-in-law just bought a cashmere robe for your husband's father! 73 MARGARET: Sister Woman! Your talents are wasted as a housewife and mother, you really ought to be with the FBI or-- BIG DADDY: QUIET! {[Reverend Tooker's reflexes are slower than the others'. He finishes a sentence after the bellow.]} REVEREND TOOKER {[to Doc Baugh]}: --the Stork and the Reaper are running neck and neck! {[He starts to laugh gaily when he notices the silence and Big Daddy's glare. His laugh dies falsely.]} BIG DADDY: Preacher, I hope I'm not butting in on more talk about memorial stained-glass windows, am I, Preacher? {[Reverend Tooker laughs feebly, then coughs dryly in the embarrassed silence.]} Preacher? BIG MAMA: Now, Big Daddy, don't you pick on Preacher! BIG DADDY {[raising his voice]}: You ever hear that expression all hawk and no spit? You bring that expression to mind with that little dry cough of yours, all hawk an' no spit. . . . {[The pause is broken only by a short startled laugh from Margaret, the only one there who is conscious of and amused by the grotesque.]} MAE {[raising her arms and jangling her bracelets]}: I wonder if the mosquitoes are active tonight? 74 BIG DADDY: What's that, Little Mama? Did you make some remark? MAE: Yes, I said I wondered if the mosquitoes would eat us alive if we went out on the gallery for a while. BIG DADDY: Well, if they do, I'll have your bones pulverized for fertilizer! BIG MAMA {[quickly]}: Last week we had an airplane spraying the place and I think it done some good, at least I haven't had a-- BIG DADDY {[cutting her speech]}: Brick, they tell me, if what they tell me is true, that you done some jumping last night on the high school athletic field? BIG MAMA: BRICK {[smiling vaguely over his drink]}: What was that, Big Daddy? BIG DADDY: They said you done some jumping on the high school track field last night. BRICK: That's what they told me, too. BIG DADDY: Was it jumping or humping that you were doing out there? What were doing out there at three A.M., layin' a woman on that cinder track? BIG MAMA: Big Daddy, you are off the sick-list, now, and I'm not going to excuse you for talkin' so-- 75 BIG DADDY: Quiet! BIG MAMA: {--nasty} in front of Preacher and-- BIG DADDY: {QUIET!--}I ast you, Brick, if you was cuttin' you-self a piece o' poon-tang last night on that cinder track? I thought maybe you were chasin' poon-tang on that track an' tripped over something in the heat of the chase--'sthat it? {[Gooper laughs, loud and false, others nervously following suit. Big Mama stamps her foot, and purses her lips, cross- ing to Mae and whispering something to her as Brick meets his father's hard, intent, grinning stare with a slow, vague smile that he offers all situations from behind the screen of his liquor.]} BRICK: No, sir, I don't think so. . . . MAE {[at the same time, sweetly]}: Reverend Tooker, let's you and I take a stroll on the widow's walk. {[She and the preacher go out on the gallery as Big Daddy} says:]} BIG DADDY: Then what the hell were you doing out there at three o'clock in the morning? BRICK: Jumping the hurdles, Big Daddy, runnin' and jumpin' the hurdles, but those high hurdles have gotten too high for me, now. 76 BIG DADDY: Cause you was drunk? BRICK {[his vague smile fading a little]}: Sober I wouldn't have tried to jump the {low} ones. . . . BIG MAMA {[quickly]}: Big Daddy, blow out the candles on your birthday cake! MARGARET {[at the same time]}: I want to propose a toast to Big Daddy Pollitt on his sixty- fifth birthday, the biggest cotton planter in-- BIG DADDY {[bellowing with fury and disgust]}: {I told you to stop it, now stop it, quit this--!} BIG MAMA {[coming in front of Big Daddy with the cake]}: Big Daddy, I will not allow you to talk that way, not even on your birthday, I-- BIG DADDY: I'll talk like I want to on my birthday, Ida, or any other goddam day of the year and anybody here that don't like it knows what they can do! BIG MAMA: You don't mean that! BIG DADDY: What makes you think I don't mean it? {[Meanwhile various discreet signals have been exchanged and Gooper has also gone out on the gallery.]} BIG MAMA: I just know you don't mean it. BIG DADDY: You don't know a goddam thing and you never did! 77 BIG MAMA: Big Daddy, you don't mean that. BIG DADDY: Oh, yes, I do, oh, yes, I do, I mean it! I put up with a whole lot of crap around here because I thought I was dying. And you thought I was dying and you started taking over, well, you can stop taking over now, Ida, because I'm not gonna die, you can just stop now this business of taking over because you're not taking over because I'm not dying, I went through the laboratory and the goddam exploratory operation and there's nothing wrong with me but a spastic colon. And I'm not dying of cancer which you thought I was dying of. Ain't that so? Didn't you think that I was dying of cancer, Ida? {[Almost everybody is out on the gallery but the two old people glaring at each other across the blazing cake.]} {[Big Mama's chest heaves and she presses a fat fist to her mouth.]} {[Big Daddy continues, hoarsely.-]} Ain't that so, Ida? Didn't you have an idea I was dying of cancer and now you could take control of this place and everything on it? I got that impression, I seemed to get that impression. Your loud voice everywhere, your fat old body butting in here and there! BIG MAMA: Hush! The Preacher! BIG DADDY: Fuck the goddam preacher! {[Big Mama gasps loudly and sits down on the sofa which is almost too small for her.]} 78 Did you hear what I said? I said fuck the goddam preacher! {[Somebody closes the gallery doors from outside just as there is a burst of fireworks and excited cries from the children.]} BIG MAMA: I never seen you act like this before and I can't think what's got in you! BIG DADDY: I went through all that laboratory and operation and all just so I would know if you or me was boss here! Well, now it turns out that I am and you ain't--and that's my birthday present--and my cake and champagne!--because for three years now you been gradually taking over. Bossing. Talking. Sashaying your fat old body around the place I made! I made this place! I was overseer on it! I was the overseer on the old Straw and Ochello plantation. I quit school at ten! I quit school at ten years old and went to work like a nigger in the fields. And I rose to be overseer of the Straw and Ochello plantation. And old Straw died and I was Ochello's partner and the place got bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger! I did all that myself with no goddam help from you, and now you think you're just about to take over. Well, I am just about to tell you that you are not just about to take over, you are not just about to take over a God damn thing. Is that clear to you, Ida? Is that very plain to you, now? ls that understood completely? I been through the laboratory from A to Z. I've had the goddam exploratory operation, and nothing is wrong with me but a spastic colon--made spastic, I guess, by {disgust!} By all the goddam lies and liars that I have had to put up with, and all the goddam hypocrisy that I lived with all these forty years that we been livin' together! Hey! Ida!! Blow out the candles on the birthday cake! Purse 79 up your lips and draw a deep breath and blow out the goddam candles on the cake! BIG MAMA: Oh, Big Daddy, oh, oh, oh, Big Daddy! BIG DADDY: What's the matter with you? BIG MAMA: {In all these years you never believed that I loved you??} BIG DADDY: Huh? BIG MAMA: {And I did, I did so much, I did love you!--}I even loved your hate and your hardness, Big Daddy! {[She sobs and rushes awkwardly out onto the gallery.]} BIG DADDY {[to himself]}: {Wouldn't it be funny if that was true.} . . . {[A pause is followed by a burst of light in the sky from the fireworks.]} {BRICK! HEY, BRICK!} {[He stands over his blazing birthday cake.]} {[After some moments, Brick hobbles in on his crutch, holding his glass.]} {[Margaret follows him with a bright, anxious smile.]} I didn't call you, Maggie. I called Brick. MARGARET: I'm just delivering him to you 80 {[She kisses Brick on the mouth which he immediately wipes with the back of his hand. She flies girlishly back out. Brick and his father are alone.]} BIG DADDY: Why did you do that? BRICK: Do what, Big Daddy? BIG DADDY: Wipe her kiss off your mouth like she'd spit on you. BRICK: I don't know. I wasn't conscious of it. BIG DADDY: That woman of yours has a better shape on her than Gooper's but somehow or other they got the same look about them. BRICK: What sort of look is that, Big Daddy? BIG DADDY: I don't know how to describe it but it's the same look. BRICK: They don't look peaceful, do they? BIG DADDY: No, they sure in hell don't. BRICK: They look nervous as cats? BIG DADDY: That's right, they look nervous as cats. BRICK: Nervous as a couple of cats on a hot tin roof? 81 BIG DADDY: That's right, boy, they took like a couple of cats on a hot tin roof. It's funny that you and Gooper being so different would pick out the same type of woman. BRICK: Both of us married into society, Big Daddy. BIG DADDY: Crap . . . I wonder what gives them both that look? BRICK: Well. They're sittin' in the middle of a big piece of land, Big Daddy, twenty-eight thousand acres is a pretty big piece of land and so they're squaring off on it, each dctermined to knock off a bigger piece of it than the other whenever you let it go. BIG DADDY: I got a surprise for those women. I'm not gonna lct it go for a long time yet if that's what they're waiting for. BRICK: That's right, Big Daddy. You just sit tight and let them scratch each other's eyes out. . . . BIG DADDY: You bet your life I'm going to sit tight on it and lct those sons of bitches scratch their eyes out, ha ha ha. . . . But Gooper's wife's a good breeder, you got to admit she's fertile. Hell, at supper tonight she had them all at the table and they had to put a couple of extra leafs in the table to make room for them, she's got five head of them, now, and another one's comin'. BRICK: Yep, number six is comin'. . . . 82 BIG DADDY: Six hell, she'll probably drop a litter next time. Brick, you know, I swear to God, I don't know the way it happens? BRICK: The way what happens, Big Daddy? BIG DADDY: You git you a piece of land, by hook or crook, an' things start growin' on it, things accumulate on it, and the first thing you know it's completely out of hand, completely out of hand! BRICK: Well, they say nature hates a vacuum, Big Daddy. BIG DADDY: That's what they say, but somctimes I think that a vacuum is a hell of a lot better than some of the stuff that nature replaces it with. Is someone out there by that door? GOOPER: Hey Mae. BRICK: Yep. BIG DADDY: Who? {[He has lowered his voice.]} BRICK: Someone int'rested in what we say to each other. BIG DADDY: Gooper? --GOOPER! {[After a discreet pause, Mae appears in the gallery door.]} 83 MAE: Did you call Gooper, Big Daddy? BIG DADDY: Aw, it was you. MAE: Do you want Gooper, Big Daddy? BIG DADDY: No, and I don't want you. I want some privacy here, while I'm having a confidential talk with my son Brick. Now it's too hot in here to close them doors, but if I have to close those fuckin' doors in order to have a private talk with my son Brick, just let me know and I'll close 'em. Because I hate eavesdroppers, I don't like any kind of sneakin' an' spyin'. MAE: Why, Big Daddy-- BIG DADDY: You stood on the wrong side of the moon, it threw your shadow! MAE: I was just-- BIG DADDY: You was just nothing but {spyin'} an' you {know} it! MAE {[begins to sniff and sob]}: Oh, Big Daddy, you're so unkind for some reason to those that really love you! BIG DADDY: Shut up, shut up, shut up! I'm going to move you and Gooper out of that room next to this! It's none of your goddam busi- ness what goes on in here at night between Brick an' Maggie. 84 You listen at night like a couple of rutten peekhole spies and go and give a report on what you hear to Big Mama an' she comes to me and says they say such and such and so and so about what they heard goin' on between Brick an' Maggie, and Jesus, it makes me sick. I'm goin' to move you an' Gooper out of that room, I can't stand sneakin' an' spyin', it makes me puke. . . . {[Mae throws back her head and rolls her eyes heavenward and extends her arms as if invoking God's pity for this unjust martyrdom, then she presses a handkerchief to her nose and flies from the room with a loud swish of skirts.]} BRICK {[now at the liquor cabinet]}: They listen, do they? BIG DADDY: Yeah. They listen and give reports to Big Mama on what goes on in here between you and Maggie. They say that-- {[He stops as if embarrassed.]} --You won't sleep with her, that you sleep on the sofa. Is that true or not true? If you don't like Maggie, get rid of Maggie! --What are you doin' there now? BRICK: Fresh'nin' up my drink BIG DADDY: Son, you know you got a real liquor problem? BRICK: Yes, sir, yes, I know. BIG DADDY: Is that why you quit sports-announcing, because of this liquor problem? 85 BRICK: Yes, sir, yes, sir, I guess so. {[He smiles vaguely and amiably at his father across his replenished drink.]} BIG DADDY: Son, don't guess about it, it's too important. BRICK {[vaguely]}: Yes, sir. BIG DADDY: And listen to me, don't look at the damn chandelier. . . . {[Pause. Big Daddy's voice is husky.]} --Somethin' else we picked up at th' big fire sale in Europe. {[Another Pause.]} Life is important. There's nothing else to hold onto. A man that drinks is throwing his life away. Don't do it, hold onto your life. There's nothing else to hold onto. . . . Sit down over here so we don't have to raise our voices, the walls have ears in this place. BRICK {[hobbling over to sit on the sofa beside him]}: All right, Big Daddy. BIG DADDY: Quit!--how'd that come about? Some disappointment? BRICK: I don't know. Do you? BIG DADDY: I'm askin' you, God damn it! How in hell would I know if you don't? 86 BRICK: I just got out there and found that I had a mouth full of cotton. I was always two or three beats behind what was goin' on on the field and so I-- BIG DADDY: Quit! BRICK {[amiably]}: Yes, quit. BIG DADDY: Son? BRICK: Huh? BIG DADDY {[inhales loudly and deeply from his cigar; then bends suddenly a little forward, exhaling loudly and raising a hand to his forehead]}: --Whew!--ha ha!--I took in too much smoke, it made me a little lightheaded. . . . {[The mantel clock chimes.]} {Why is it so damn hard for people to talk?} BRICK: Yeah. . . . {[The clock goes on sweetly chiming till it has completed the stroke of ten.]} --Nice peaceful-soundin' clock, I like to hear it all night. . . . {[He slides low and comfortable on the sofa; Big Daddy sits up straight and rigid with some unspoken anxiety. All his gestures are tense and jerky as he talks. He wheezes and 87 pants and sniffs through his nervous speech, glancing quickly, shyly, from time to time, at his son.]} BIG DADDY: We got that clock the summer we wint to Europe, me an' Big Mama on that damn Cook's Tour, never had such an awful time in my life, I'm tellin' you, son, those gooks over there, they gouge your eyeballs out in their grand hotels. And Big Mama bought more stuff than you could haul in a couple of boxcars, that's no crap. Everywhere she wint on this whirl- wind tour, she bought, bought, bought. Why, half that stuff she bought is still crated up in the cellar, under water last spring! {[He laughs.]} That Europe is nothin' on earth but a great big auction, that's all it is, that bunch of old worn-out places, it's just a big fire- sale, the whole fuckin' thing, an' Big Mama wint wild in it, why, you couldn't hold that woman with a mule's harness! Bought, bought, bought!--lucky I'm a rich man, yes siree, Bob, an' half that stuf is mildewin' in th' basement. It's lucky I'm a rich man, it sure is lucky, well, I'm a rich man, Brick, yep, I'm a mighty rich man. {[His eyes light up for a moment.]} Y'know how much I'm worth? Guess, Brick! Guess how much I'm worth! {[Brick smiles vaguely over his drink.]} Close on ten million in cash an' blue-chip stocks, outside, mind you, of twenty-eight thousand acres of the richest land this side of the valley Nile! But a man can't buy his life with it, he can't buy back his life with it when his life has been spent, that's one thing not 88 offered in the Europe fire-sale or in the American markets or any markets on earth, a man can't buy his life with it, he can't buy back his life when his life is finished. . . . That's a sobering thought, a very sobering thought, and that's a thought that I was turning over in my head, over and over and over--until today. . . . I'm wiser and sadder, Brick, for this experience which I just gone through. They's one thing else that I remember in Europe. BRICK: What is that, Big Daddy? BIG DADDY: The hills around Barcelona in the country of Spain and the children running over those bare hills in their bare skins beggin' like starvin' dogs with howls and screeches, and how fat the priests are on the streets of Barcelona, so many of them and so fat and so pleasant, ha ha!--Y'know I could feed that country? I got money enough to feed that goddam country, but the human animal is a selfish beast and I don't reckon the money I passed out there to those howling children in the hills around Barcelona would more than upholster the chairs in this room, I mean pay to put a new cover on this chair! Hell, I threw them money like you'd scatter feed corn for chickens, I threw money at them just to gct rid of them long enough to climb back into th' car and--drive away. . . . And then in Morocco, them Arabs, why, I remember one day in Marrakech, that old walled Arab city, I set on a broken- down wall to have a cigar, it was fearful hot there and this Arab woman stcod in the road and looked at me till I was embarrassed, she stood stock still in the dusty hot road and looked at me till I was embarrassed. But listen to this. She had 89 a naked child with her, a little naked girl with her, barely able to toddle, and after a while she set this child on the ground and give her a push and whispered something to her. This child come toward me, barely able t' walk, come toddling up to me and-- Jesus, it makes you sick t' remember a thing like this! It stuck out its hand and tried to unbutton my trousers! That child was not yet five! Can you believe me? Or do you think that I am making this up? I wint back to the hotel and said to Big Mama, Git packed! We're clearing out of this country. . . . BRICK: Big Daddy, you're on a talkin' jag tonight. BIG DADDY {[ignoring this remark]}: Yes, sir, that's how it is, the human animal is a beast that dies but the fact that he's dying don't give him pity for others, no, sir, it-- --Did you say something? BRICK: Yes. BIG DADDY: What? BRICK: Hand me over that crutch so I can get up. BIG DADDY: Where you goin'? BRICK: I'm takin' a little short trip to Echo Spring. 90 BIG DADDY: To where? BRICK: Liquor cabinet. . . . BIG DADDY: Yes, sir, boy-- {[He hands Brick the crutch.]} --the human animal is a beast that dies and if he's got money he buys and buys and buys and I think the reason he buys everything he can buy is that in the back of his mind he has the crazy hope that one of his purchases will be life ever- lasting!--Which it never can be. . . . The human animal is a beast that-- BRICK {[at the liquor cabinet]}: Big Daddy, you sure are shootin' th' breeze here tonight {[There is a pause and voices are heard outside.]} BIG DADDY: I been quiet here lately, spoke not a word, just sat and stared into space. I had something heavy weighing on my mind but might that load was took off me. That's why I'm taking.-- The sky looks different to me. . . . BRICK: You know what I like to hear most? BIG DADDY: What? BRICK: Solid quiet. Perfect unbroken quiet 91 BIG DADDY: Why? BRICK: Because it's more Peaceful. BIG DADDY: Man, you'll hear a lot of that in the grave. {[He chuckles agreeably.]} BRICK: Are you through talkin' to me? BIG DADDY: Why are you so anxious to shut me up? BRICK: Well, sir, ever so often you say to me, Brick, I want to have a talk with you, but when we talk, it never materializes. Noth- ing is said. You sit in a chair and gas about this and that and I look like I listen. I try to look like I listen, but I don't listen, not much. Communication is--awful hard between people an'--somehow between you and me, it just don't-- happen. BIG DADDY: Have you ever been scared? I mean have you ever felt down- right terror of something? {[He gets up.]} Just one moment. {[He looks off as if he were going to tell an important secret.]} BIG DADDY: Brick? 92 BRICK: What? BIG DADDY: Son, I thought I had it! BRICK: Had what? Had what, Big Daddy? BIG DADDY: Cancer! BRICK: Oh . . . BIG DADDY: I thought the old man made out of bones had laid his cold and heavy hand on my shoulder! BRICK: Well, Big Daddy, you kept a tight mouth about it. BIG DADDY: A pig squeals. A man keeps a tight mouth about it, in spite of a man not having a pig's advantage. BRICK: What advantage is that? BIG DADDY: Ignorance--of mortality--is a comfort. A man don't have that comfort, he's the only living thing that conceives of death, that knows what it is. The others go without knowing which is the way that anything living should go, go without knowing, without any knowledge of it, and yet a pig squeals, but a man sometimes, he can keep a tight mouth about it. Sometimes he-- 93 {[There is a deep, smoldering ferocity in the old man.]} --can keep a tight mouth about it. I wonder if-- BRICK: What, Big Daddy? BIG DADDY: A whiskey highball would injure this spastic condition? BRICK: NO, sir, it might do it good. BIG DADDY {[grins suddenly, wolfishly]}: {Jesus, I can't tell you! The sky is open! Christ, it's open again! It's open, boy, it's open!} {[Brick looks down at his drink.]} BRICK: You feel better, Big Daddy? BIG DADDY: Better? Hell! I can breathe!--All of my life I been like a doubled up fist. . . . {[He pours a drink.]} --Poundin', smashin', drivin'!--now I'm going to loosen these doubled-up hands and touch things {easy} with them. . . . {[He spreads his hands as if caressing the air.]} You know what I'm contemplating? BRICK {[vaguely]}: No, sir. What are you contemplating? BIG DADDY: Ha ha!--{Pleasure!--}pleasure with {women!} 94 {[Brick's smile fades a little but lingers.]} --Yes, boy. I'll tell you something that you might not guess. I still have desire for women and this is my sixty-fifth birth- day. BRICK: I think that's mighty remarkable, Big Daddy. BIG DADDY: Remarkable? BRICK: {Admirable,} Big Daddy. BIG DADDY: You're damn right it is, remarkable and admirable both. I realize now that I never had me enough. I let many chances slip by because of scruples about it, scruples, convention-- crap. . . . All that stuff is bull, bull, bull! --It took the shadow of death to make me see it. Now that shadow's lifted, I'm going to cut loose and have, what is it they call it, have me a--ball! BRICK: A ball, huh? BIG DADDY: That's right, a ball, a ball! Hell!--I slept with Big Mama till, let's see, five years ago, till I was sixty and she was fifty- eight, and never even liked her, never did! {[The phone has been ringing down the hall. Big Mama enters, exclaiming.-]} BIG MAMA: Don't you men hear that phone ring? I heard it way out on the gall'ry. 95 BIG DADDY: There's five rooms off this front gall'ry that you could go through. Why do you go through this one? {[Big Mama makes a playful face as she bustles out the hall door.]} Hunh!--Why, when Big Mama goes out of a room, I can't remember what that woman looks like-- BIG MAMA: Hello. BIG DADDY: --But when Big Mama comes back into the room, boy, then I see what she looks like, and I wish I didn't! {[Bends over laughing at this joke till it hurts his guts and he straightens with a grimace. The laugh subsides to a chuckle as he puts the liquor glass a little distrustfully down the table.]} BIG MAMA: Hello, Miss Sally. {[Brick has risen and hobbled to the gallery doors.]} BIG DADDY: Hey! Where you goin'? BRICK: Out for a breather. BIG DADDY: Not yet you ain't. Stay here till this talk is finished, young fellow. BRICK: I thought it was finished, Big Daddy, 96 BIG DADDY: It ain't even begun. BRICK: My mistake. Excuse me. I just wanted to feel that river breeze. BIG DADDY: Set back down in that chair. {[Big Mama's voice rises, carrying down the hall.]} BIG MAMA: Miss Sally, you're a case! You're a caution, Miss Sally. BIG DADDY: Jesus, she's talking to my old maid sister again. BIG MAMA: Why didn't you give me a chance to explain it to you? BIG DADDY: Brick, this stuff burns me. BIG MAMA: Well, goodbye, now, Miss Sally. You come down real soon. Big Daddy's dying to see you. BIG DADDY: Crap! BIG MAMA: Yaiss, goodbye, Miss Sally. . . . {[She hangs up and bellows with mirth. Big Daddy groans and covers his ears as she approaches.]} {[Bursting in:]} Big Daddy, that was Miss Sally callin' from Memphis again! You know what she done, Big Daddy? She called her doctor 97 in Memphis to git him to tell her what that spastic thing is! Ha-{HAAAA!--}And called back to tell me how relieved she was that--Hey! Let me in! {[Big Daddy has been holding the door half closed against her.]} BIG DADDY: Naw I ain't. I told you not to come and go through this room. You just back out and go through those five other rooms. BIG MAMA: Big Daddy? Big Daddy? Oh, big Daddy!--You didn't mean those things you said to me, did you? {[He shuts door firmly against her but she still calls.]} Sweetheart? Sweetheart? Big Daddy? You didn't mean those awful things you said to me?--I know you didn't. I know you didn't mean those things in your heart. . . . {[The childlike voice fades with a sob and her heavy foot- steps retreat down the hall. Brick has risen once more on his crutches and starts for the gallery again.]} BIG DADDY: All I ask of that woman is that she leave me alone. But she can't admit to herself that she makes me sick. That comes of having slept with her too many years. Should of quit much sooner but that old woman she never got enough of it-- and I was good in bed . . . I never should of wasted so much of it on her. . . . They say you got just so many and each one is numbered. Well, I got a few left in me, a few, and I'm going to pick me a good one to spend 'em on! I'm going to pick me a choice one, I don't care how much she costs, I'll smother her in--minks! Ha ha! I'll strip her naked and smother her in minks and choke her with diamonds! Ha ha! 98 I'll strip her naked and choke her with diamonds and smother her with minks and hump her from hell to breakfast. {Ha aha ha ha ha!} MAE {[gaily at door]}: Who's that laughin' in there? GOOPER: Is Big Daddy laughin' in there? BIG DADDY: Crap! --them two--{drips.} . . . {[He goes over and touches Brick's shoulder.]} Yes, son. Brick, boy.--I'm--{happy!} I'm happy, son, I'm happy! {[He chokes a little and bites his under lip, pressing his head quickly, shyly against his son's head and then, couqhing with embarrassment, goes uncertainly back to the table where he set down the glass. He drinks and makes a grimace as it burns his guts. Brick sighs and rises with effort.]} What makes you so restless? Have you got ants in your britches? BRICK: Yes, sir . . . BIG DADDY: Why? BRICK: --Something--hasn't--happened. . . . BIG DADDY: Yeah? What is that! 99 BRICK {[sadly]}: --the click. . . . BIG DADDY: Did you say click? BRICK: Yes, click. BIG DADDY: What click? BRICK: A click that I get in my head that makes me peaceful. BIG DADDY: I sure in hell don't know what you're talking about, but it disturbs me. BRICK: It's just a mechanical thing. BIG DADDY: What is a mechanical thing? BRICK: This click that I gct in my head that makes me peaceful. I got to drink till I get it. It's just a mechanical thing, some- thing like a--like a--like a-- BIG DADDY: Like a-- BRICK: Switch clicking off in my head, turning the hot light off and the cool night on and-- {[He looks up, smiling sadly.]} --all of a sudden there's--peace! 100 BIG DADDY {[whistles long and soft with astonishment, he goes back to Brick and clasps his son's two shoulders]}: Jesus! I didn't know it had gotten that bad with you. Why, boy, you're--{alcoholic!} BRICK: That's the truth, Big Daddy. I'm alcoholic. BIG DADDY: This shows how I--let things go! BRICK: I have to hear that little click in my head that makes me peaceful. Usually I hear it sooner than this, sometimes as early as--noon, but-- --Today it's--dilatory. . . . --I just haven't got the right level of alcohol in my blood- stream yet! {[This last statement is made with energy as he freshens his drink.]} BIG DADDY: Uh--huh. Expeding death made me blind. I didn't have no idea that a son of mine was turning into a drunkard under my nose. BRICK {[gently]}: Well, now you do, Big Daddy, the news has penetrated. BIG DADDY: UH-huh, yes, now I do, the news has--penetrated. . . . BRICK: And so if you'll excuse me-- BIG DADDY: No, I won't excuse you. 101 BRICK: --I'd better sit by myself till I hear that click in my head, it's just a mechanical thing but it don't happen except when I'm alone or talking to no one. . . . BIG DADDY: You got a long, long time to sit still, boy, and talk to no one, but now you're talkin' to me. At least I'm talking to you. And you set there and listen until I tell you the conversation is over! BRICK: But this talk is like all the others we've ever had together in our lives! It's nowhere, nowhere!--it's--it's {painful,} Big Daddy. . . . BIG DADDY: All right, then let it be painful, but don't you move from that chair!--I'm going to remove that crutch . . . {[He seizes the crutch and tosses it across room.]} BRICK: I can hop on one foot, and if I fall, I can crawl! BIG DADDY: If you ain't careful you're gonna crawl off this plantation and then, by Jesus, you'll have to hustle your drinks along Skid Row! BRICK: That'll come, Big Daddy. BIG DADDY: Naw, it won't. You're my son and I'm going to straighten you out; now that {I'm} straightened out, I'm going to straighten out you! 102 BRICK: Yeah? BIG DADDY: Today the report come in from Ochsner Clinic. Y'know what they told me? {[His face glows with triumph.]} The only thing that they could detect with all the instru- ments of science in that great hospital is a little spastic con- dition of the colon! And nerves torn to pieces by all that worry about it {[A little girl bursts into room with a sparkler clutched in each fist, hops and shrieks like a monkey gone mad and rushes back out again as Big Daddy strikes at her.]} {[Silence. The two men stare at each other. A woman laughs gaily outside.]} I want you to know I breathed a sigh of relief almost as powerful as the Vicksburg tornado! {[There is laughter outside, running footsteps, the soft, plushy sound and light of exploding rockets.]} {[Brick stares at him soberly for a long moment; then makes a sort of startled sound in his nostrils and springs up om one foot and hops across the room to grab his crutch, swinging on the furniture for support. He gets the crutch and flees as if in horror for the gallery. His father seizes him by the sleeve of his white silk pajamas.]} Stay here, you son of a bitch!--till I say go! BRICK: I can't. 103 BIG DADDY: You sure in hell will, God damn it. BRICK: No, I can't. We talk, you talk, in--cicles! We get no where, no where! It's always the same, you say you want to talk to me and don't have a fuckin' thing to say to me! BIG DADDY: Nothin' to say when I'm tellin' you I'm going to live when I thought I was dying?! BRICK: Oh--{that!--}Is that what you have to say to me? BIG DADDY: Why, you son of a bitch! Ain't that, ain't that--{important?!} BRICK: Well, you said that, that's said, and now I-- BIG DADDY: Now you set back down. BRICK: You're all balled up, you-- BIG DADDY: I ain't balled up! BRICK: You are, you're all balled up! BIG DADDY: Don't tell me what I am, you drunken whelp! I'm going to tear this coat sleeve off if you don't set down! BRICK: Big Daddy-- BIG DADDY: Do what I tell you! I'm the boss here, now! I want you to know I'm back in the driver's seat now! {[Big Mama rushes in, clutching her great heaving bosom.]} BIG MAMA: Big Daddy! BIG DADDY: What in hell do you want in here, Big Mama? BIG MAMA: Oh, Big Daddy! Why are you shouting like that? I just cain't {stainnnnnnnd--}it. . . . BIG DADDY {[raising the back of his hand above his head]}: {GIT!--}outa here. {[She rushes back out, sobbing.]} BRICK {[softly, sadly]}: {Christ.} . . . BIG DADDY {[fiercely]}: Yeah! Christ! --is right . . . {[Brick breaks loose and hobbles toward the gallery.]} {[Big Daddy jerks his crutch from under Brick so he steps with the injured ankle. He utters a hissing cry of anguish, clutches a chair and Pulls it over on top of him on the floor.]} Son of a--tub of--hog fat. . . . BRICK: Big Daddy! Give me my crutch. {[Big Daddy throws the crutch out of reach.]} 105 Give me that crutch, Big Daddy. BIG DADDY: Why do you drink? BRICK: Don't know, give me my crutch! BIG DADDY: You better think why you drink or give up drinking! BRICK: Will you please give me my crutch so I can get up off this floor? BIG DADDY: First you answer my question. Why do you drink? Why are you throwing your life away, boy, like somethin' disgusting you picked up on the street? BRICK {[getting onto his knees]}: Big Daddy, I'm in pain, I stepped on that foot. BIG DADDY: Good! I'm glad you're not too numb with the liquor in you to feel some pain! BRIM: You--spilled my--drink . . . BIG DADDY: I'll make a bargain with you. You tell me why you drink and I'll hand you one. I'll pour you the liquor myself and hand it to you BRICK: Why do I drink? 106 BIG DADDY: Yea! Why? BRICK: Give me a drink and I'll tell you BIG DADDY: Tell me first! BRICK: I'll tell you in one word. BIG DADDY: What word? BRICK: DISGUST! {[The clock chimes softly, sweetly. Big Daddy gives it a short, outraged glance.]} Now how about that drink? BIG DADDY: What are you disgusted with? You got to tell me that, first. Otherwise being disgusted don't make no sense! BRICK: Give me my crutch. BIG DADDY: You heard me, you got to tell me what I asked you first. BRICK: I told you, I said to kill my disgust! BIG DADDY: DISGUST WITH WHAT! 107 BRICK: You strike a hard bargain. BIG DADDY: What are you disgusted with?--an' I'll pass you the liquor. BRICK: I can hop on one foot, and if I fall, I can crawl. BIG DADDY: You want liquor that bad? BRICK {[dragging himself up, clinging to bedstead]}: Yeah, I want it that bad. BIG DADDY: If I give you a drink, will you tell me what it is you're dis- gusted with Brick? BRIM: Yes, sir, I will try to. {[The old man pours him a drink and solemnly passes it to him.]} {[There is silence as Brick drinks.]} Have you ever heard the word "mendacity"? BIG DADDY: Sure. Mendacity is one of them five dollar words that cheap politicians throw back and forth at each other. BRICK: You know what it means? BIG DADDY: Don't it mean lying and liars? 108 BRICK: Yes, sir, lying and liars. BIG DADDY: Has someone been lying to you? CHILDREN {[chanting in chorus offstage]}: We want Big Dad-dee! We want Big Dad-dee! {[Gooper appears in the gallery door.]} GOOPER: Big Daddy, the ~ddies are shouting for you out there. BIG DADDY {[fiercely]}: Keep out, Gooper! GOOPER: 'Scuse {me!} {[Big Daddy slams the doors after Gooper.]} BIG DADDY: Who's been lying to you, has Margaret been lying to you, has your wife been lying to you about something, Brick? BRICK: Not her. That wouldn't matter. BIG DADDY: Then who's been lying to you, and what about? BRICK: No one single person and no one lie. . . . BIG DADDY: Then what, what then, for Christ's sake? 109 BRICK: --The whole, the whole--thing. . . . BIG DADDY: Why are you rubbing your head? You got a headache? BRICK: No, I'm tryin' to-- BIG DADDY: --Concentrate, but you can't because your brain's all soaked with liquor, is that the trouble? Wet brain! {[He snatches the glass from Brick's hand.]} What do you know about this mendacity thing? Hell! I could write a book on it! Don't you know that? I could write a book on it and still not cover the subject? Well, I could, I could write a goddam book on it and still not cover the subject any- where near enough! !--Mink of all the lies I got to put up with!--Pretenses! Ain-t that mendacity? Having to pre- tend stuff you don't think or feel or have any idea of? Having for instance to act like I care for Big Mama!--I haven't been able to stand the sight, sound, or smell of that woman for forty years now!--even when I {laid} her!--regular as a piston. . . . Pretend to love that son of a bitch of a Gooper and his wife Mae and those five same screechers out there like parrots in a jungle? Jesus! Can't stand to look at 'em! Church!--it bores the bejesus out of me but I go!--I go an' sit there and listen to the fool preacher! Clubs! --Elks! Masons! Rotary! --{crap!} {[A spasm of pain makes him clutch his belly. He sinks into a chair and his voice is softer and hoarser.]} 110 {You} I {do} like for some reason, did always have some kind of real feeling for--affection--respect--yes, always. . . . You and being a success as a planter is all I ever had any devotion to in my whole life!--and that's the truth. . . . I don't know why, but it is! {I've} lived with mendacity!--Why can't {you} live with it? Hell, you {got} to live with it, there's nothing {else} to {live} with except mendacity, is there? BRICK: Yes, sir. Yes, sir there is something else that you can live with! BIG DADDY: What? BRICK {[lifting his glass]}: This! --Liquor. . . . BIG DADDY: That's not living, that's dodging away from life. BRIM: I want to dodge away from it. BIG DADDY: Then why don't you kill yourself, man? BRICK: I like to drink. . . . BIG DADDY: Oh, God, I can't talk to you . . . BRICK: I'm sorry, Big Daddy. BIG DADDY: Not as sorry as I am. I'll tell you something. A little while back when I thought my number was up-- {[This speech should have torrential pace and fury.]} --before I found out it was just this--spastic--colon. I thought about you. Should I or should I not, if the jig was up, give you this place when I go--since I hate Gooper an' Mae an' know that they hate me, and since all five same monkeys are little Maes an' Goopers.--And I thought, No!--Then I thought, Yes!--I couldn-t make up my mind. I hare Gooper and his five same monkeys and that birch Mae! Why should I turn over twenty-eight thousand acres of the richest land this side of the valley Nile to not my kind?--But why in hell, on the other hand, Brick--should I subsidize a goddam fool on the bottle?--Liked or not liked, well, maybe even--{loved!} --Why should I do that?--Subsidize worthless behavior? Rot? Corruption? BRICK {[smiling]}: I understand. BIG DADDY: Well, if you do, you're smarter than I am, God damn it, be- cause 1 don-t understand. And this I will tell you frankly. I didn't make up my mind at all on that question and still to this day I ain't made out no will!--Well, now I don't {have} to. The pressure is gone. I can just wait and see if you pull yourself together or if you don't. BRICK: Thats right, Big Daddy. BIG DADDY: You sound like you thought I was kidding. 112 BRICK {[rising]}: No, sir, I know you're not kidding. BIG DADDY: But you don't care---? BRICK {[hobbling toward the gallery door]}: No, sir, I don't care. . . . {[He stands in the gallery doorway as the night sky turns Pink and green and gold with successive flashes of light.]} BIG DADDY: {WAIT!-}--Brick. . . . {[His voice drops. Suddenly there is something shy, almost tender, in his restraining gesture.]} Don't let's---leave it like this, like them other talks we've had, we've always---talked around things, we've---just talked around things for some fuckin' reason, I don't know what, it's always like something was left not spoken, something avoided because neither of us was honest enough with the--other. . . . BRICK: I never lied to you, Big Daddy. BIG DADDY: Did I ever to {you?} BRICK: No, sir. . . . BIG DADDY: Then there is at least two people that never lied to each other. BRICK: But we've never {talked} to each other. 113 BIG DADDY: We can {now.} BRICK: Big Daddy, there don't seem to be anything much to say. BIG DADDY: You say that you drink to kill your disgust with lying. BRICK: You said to give you a reason. BIG DADDY: Is liquor the only thing that'll kill this disgust? BRICK: Now. Yes. BIG DADDY: But not once, huh? BRICK: Not when I was still young an' believing. A drinking man's someone who wants to forget he isn't still young an' believing. BIG DADDY: Believing what? BRICK: Believing. . . . BIG DADDY: Believing {what?} BRICK {[stubbornly evasive]}: Believing. . . . BIG DADDY: I don't know what the hell you mean by believing and I don't 114 think you know what you mean by believing, but if you still got sports in your blood, go back to sports announcing and--- BRICK: Sit in a glass box watching games I can't play? Describing what I can't do while players do it? Sweating out their disgust and confusion in contests I'm not fit for? Drinkin' a coke, half bourbon, so I can stand it? That's no goddam good any more, no helptime just outran me, Big Daddy---got there first . . . BIG DADDY: I think you're passing the buck. BRICK: You know many drinkin' men? BIG DADDY {[with a slight, charming smile]}: I have known a fair number of that species. BRICK: Could any of them tell you why he drank? BIG DADDY: Yep, you're passin' the buck to things like time and disgust with "mendacity" and---crap!---if you got to use that kind of language about a thing, it's ninety-proof bull, and I'm not buying any. BRICK: I had to give you a reason to get a drink! BIG DADDY: You started drinkin' when your friend Skipper died. {[Silence for five beats. Then Brick makes a startled move- ment, reaching for his crutch.]} 115 BRICK What are you suggesting? BIG DADDY I'm suggesting nothing {[The shuffle and clop of Brick's rapid hobble away from his fathers steady, grave attention.]} ---But Gooper an Mae suggested that there was something not right exactly in your--- BRICK {[stopping short downstage as if backed to a wall]} Not right ? BIG DADDY Not well exactly {normal} in your friendship with--- BRICK They suggested that, too? I thought that was Maggie's sug- gestion {[Brick's detachment is at last broken through. His heart is accelerated, his forehead sweat-beaded his breath becomes more rapid and his voice hoarse The thing they're discuss- ing, timidly and painfully on the side of Big Daddy fiercely, violently on Brick's side, is the inadmissible thing that Skipper died to disavow between them The fact that if it existed it had so be disavowed to keep face in the world they lived in, may be at the heart of the "mendacity" that Brick drinks to kill his disgust with It may be the root of his collapse Or maybe it is only a single manifestation of it, not even the most important The bird that I hope to catch in the net of this Play is not the solution of one man's psychological problem I'm trying to catch the true quality of experience in a group of people, that cloudy, flickering, evanescent---fiercely charged!--interplay of live 116 human beings in the thundercloud of a common crisis Some mystery should be left in the revelation of character in a Play, just as a great deal of mystery is always left in the revelation of character in life, even in one's own char- acter to himself This does not absolve the playwright of his duty to observe and probe as clearly and deeply as he legiti- mately can but it should steer him away from "pat" con- clusions, facile definitions which make a play just a play, not a snare for the truth of human experience]} {[The following scene should be played with great concen- tration with most of the power leashed but palpable in what is left unspoken.]} Who else's suggestion is it, is it {yours?} How many others thought that Skipper and I were-- BIG DADDY {[gently]} Now, hold on, hold on a mtnute, son.---I knocked around in my tune BRICK What's that got to do with--- BIG DADDY I said Hold on ---I bummed I bummed this country till I was--- BRICK Whose suggestion, who else's suggestion is it? BIG DADDY Slept in hobo jungles and railroad Y`s and flophouses in all cities before I--- BRICK Oh, {you} think so, too, you call me your son and a queer Oh 117 Maybe that's why you put Maggie and me in this room that was Jack Straw's and Peter Ochello's, in which that pair of old sisters slept in a double bed where both of em died BIG DADDY. {Now just don't go throwing rocks at-}-- {[Suddenly Reverend Tooker appears in the gallery doors, his head slightly, playfully, fatuously cocked, with a prac- tised clergyman's smile, sincere as a bird call blown on a hunter's whistle, the living embodiment of the pious, con- ventional lie]} {[Big Daddy gasps a little at this Perfectly timed, but incon- gruous, apparition]} ---What're you lookin for, Preacher? REVEREND TOOKER The gentleman's lavatory, ha ha! ---heh, heh . . . BIG DADDY {[with strained courtesy]} --Go back out and walk down to the other end of the gal- lery, Reverend Tooker, and use the bathroom connected with my bedroom, and if you can't find it, ask them where it is REVEREND TOOKER: Ah, thanks {[He goes out with a deprecatory chuckle.]} BIG DADDY It's hard to talk In this place . .. BRICK Son of a--- BIG DADDY {[leaving a lot unspoken]}: ---I seen all things and understood a lot of them, till 1910 Christ, the year that---I had worn my shoes through hocked 118 my---I hopped off a yellow dog freight car half a mile down the road, slept in a wagon of cotton outside the gin---Jack Straw an Peter Ochello took me in. Hired me to manage this place which grew into this one---When Jack Straw died--- why, old Peter Ochello quit eatin like a dog does when its master's dead, and died, too! BRICK Christ BIG DADDY: I'm just saying I understand such--- BRICK {[violently]} Skipper is dead. I have not quit eating! BIG DADDY No, but you started drinking. {[Brick wheels on his crutch and hurls his glass across the room shouting.]} BRICK YOU THINK SO, TOO? {[Footsteps run on the gallery. There are women's calls.]} {[Big Daddy goes toward the door.]} {[Brick is transformed, as if a quiet mountain blew suddenly up in volcanic flame.]} BRICK You think so, too? You think so, too? You think me an' Skipper did, did, did ---{sodomy} !---together? BIG DADDY. Hold--- BRICK - That what you--- 119 BIG DADDY --ON---a minute BRICK You think we did dirty things between us, Skipper an --- BIG DADDY Why are you shouting like that? Why are you--- BRICK ---Me, is that what you think of Skipper, is that--- BIG DADDY ---so excited? I don't think nothing. I don't know nothing I'm simply telling you what--- BRICK You think that Skipper and me were a pair of duty old men? BIG DADDY. Now that's--- BRICK Straw? Ochello? A couple of--- BIG DADDY Now just--- BRICK ---fucking sissies? Queers? Is that what you--- BIG DADDY Shhh BRICK ---think? {[He loses his balance and pitches to his knees without noticing the pain He grabs the bed and drags himself up.]} 120 BIG DADDY Jesus ---Whew. . Grab my hand. BRICK Naw I don't want your hand .. BIG DADDY Well, I want yours Git up {[He draws him up, keeps an arm about him with concern and affection.]} You broken out in a sweat You re panting like youd run a race with--- BRICK {[freeing himself from his fathers hold]} Big Daddy, you shock me, Big Daddy, you, you---{shock} me Talkin so-- {[He turns away from his father.]} ---casually ---about a---thing like that ---Don t you know how people {feel} about things like that? How, how {disgusted} they are by things like that? Why, at Ole Miss when it was discovered a pledge to our fraternity Skipper's and nune, did a {attempted} to do a, unnatural thing with--- We not only dropped him like a hot rock ---We told him to git off the campus, and he dud, he got ---All the way to--- {[He halts, breathless.]} BIG DADDY ---Where? BRICK: ---North Africa, last I heard 121 BIG DADDY Well, I have come back from further away than that, I have just now returned from the other side of the moon death s country, son, and I'm not easy to shock by anything here {[He comes downstage and faces out.]} Always, anyhow lived with too much space around me to be infected by ideas of other people One thing you can grow on a big place more important than cotton ---is {tolerance!}--I grown it. {[He returns toward Brick.]} BRICK Why can't exceptional friendship {real, real deep, deep friend- ships} between two men be respected as something clean and decent without being thought of as--- BIG DADDY It can, it is, for God's sake. BRICK ---{Fairies} {[In his utterance of this word, we gauge the wide and pro- found reach of the conventional mores he got from the world that crowned him with early laurel.]} BIG DADDY I told Mae an Gooper--- BRICK Frig Mae and Gooper frig all dirty lies and liars ---Skipper and me had a clean, true thing between us ---had a clean friendship, practically all our lives, till Maggie got the idea youre talking about Normal? No ---It was too rare to be normal, any true thing between two people is too rare to be 122 normal. Oh, once in a while he put his hand on my shoulder or I'd put mine on his, oh, maybe even, when we were touring the country in pro-football an shared hotel-rooms we d reach across the space between the two beds and shake hands to say goodnight, yeah, one or two times we--- BIG DADDY Brick, nobody thinks that that's not normal! BRICK Well, they re mistaken, it was It was a pure an true thing an that's not normal. MAE {[off stage]} Big Daddy, they re startin the fireworks {[They both stare straight at each other for a long moment The tension breaks and both turn away as if tired.]} BIG DADDY Yeah, it's---hard t'---talk. . . BRICK All right, then, let s---let it go . . . BIG DADDY. Why did Skipper crack up? Why have you? {[Brick looks back at his father again. He has already de- cided, without knowing that he has made this decision, that he is going to tell his father that he is dying of cancer. Only this could even the score between them one inad- missible thing in return for another.]} BRICK {[ominously]}: All right You re asking for it, Big Daddy. We re finally going to have that real true talk you wanted Its too late to stop it, now, we got to carry it through and cover every subject. 123 {[He hobbles back to the liquor cabinet.]} Uh-huh. {[He opens the ice bucket and picks up the silver tongs with slow admiration of their frosty brightness.]} Maggie declares that Skipper and I went into pro-football after we left Ole Miss because we were scared to grow up .. {[He moves downstage with the shuffle and clop of a cripple on a crutch. As Margaret did when her speech became "recitative," he looks out into the house, commanding its attention by his direct, concentrated gaze---a broken, "trag- ically elegant" figure telling simply as much as he knows of the "Truth".]} ---Wanted to---keep on tossing---those long long ---high, high ---passes that---couldn't be intercepted except by time, the aerial attack that made us famous And so we did we did, we kept it up for one season, that aerial attack, we held it high ---Yeah, but--- ---that summer, Maggie she laid the law down to me, said, Now or never, and so I married Maggie . BIG DADDY How was Maggie in bed? BRICK {[wryly]} - Great the greatest! {[Big Daddy nods as if he thought so.]} She went on the road that fall with the Dixie Stars Oh she made a great show of being the world's best sport She wore a---wore a---tall bearskin cap A shako they call it a dyed moleskin coat, a moleskin coat dyed red --Cut up crazy 124 Rented hotel ballrooms for victory celebrations, wouldn't cancel them when it---turned out---defeat . . . MAGGIE THE CAT Ha ha. {[Big Daddy nods.]} ---But Skipper, he had some fever which came back on him which doctors couldn't explain and I got that injury---turned out to be just a shadow on the X-ray plate--and a touch of bursitis I lay in a hospital bed, watched our games on TV, saw Maggie on the bench next to Skipper when he was hauled out of a game for stumbles, fumbles ---Burned me up the way she hung on his arm ---Y know, I think that Maggie had always felt sort of left out because she and me never got any closer together than two people just get in bed which is not much closer than two cats on a---fence humping . . So She took this time to work on poor dumb Skipper. He was a less than average student at Ole Miss you know that, dont you? ---Poured in his mind the duty, false idea that what we were, him and me was a frustrated case of that ole pair of sisters that lived in this room Jack Straw and Peter Ochello ---He, poor Skipper went to bed with Maggie to prove it wasn t true, and when it didn't work out, he thought it {was} true ---Skipper broke in two like a rotten stick---no- body ever turned so fast to a lush--or died of it so quick. ---Now are you satisfied? {[Big Daddy has listened to this story, dividing the grain from the chaff. Now he looks at his son.]} BIG DADDY: Are {you} satisfied? 125 BRICK: With what? BIG DADDY: That half-ass story. BRICK: What's half-ass about it? BIG DADDY: Something's left out of that story. What did you leave out? {[The phone has started ringing in the hall.]} GOOPER {[off stage]} Hello {[As if it reminded him of something, Brick glances sud- denly toward the sound and says.]} BRICK: Yes ---I left out a long-didtance call which I had from Skipper--- GOOPER: Speaking, go ahead BRICK: ---In which he made a drunken confession to me and on which I hung up GOOPER: No BRICK: ---Last time we spoke to each other in our lives GOOPER: No, sir. 126 BIG DADDY: You musta said something to htm before you hung up BRICK: What could I say to him? BIG DADDY: Anything Something BRICK: Nothing BIG DADDY: Just hung up? BRICK Just hung up BIG DADDY: Uh-huh Anyhow now ---we have tracked down the lie with which you re disgusted and which you are drinking to kill your disgust with Brick You been passing the buck This disgust with mendacity is disgust with yourself {You!}--dug the grave of your friend and kicked him in it --- before you'd face truth with him. BRICK: {His} truth, not {mine!} BIG DADDY: His truth, okay. But you wouldn't face it with him! BRICK: Who {can} face truth? Can {you?} BIG DADDY: Now don't start passin' the rotten buck again, bog! 127 BRICK: How about these birthday congratulations these many, many happy returns of the day when everybody knows there won't be any except you. {[Gooper, who has answered the hall phone, lets out a high, shrill laugh the voice becomes audible saying No no you got it all wrong! Upside down! Are you crazy?.]} {[Brick suddenly catches his breath as he realized that he has made a shocking disclosure He hobbles a few paces, then freezes, and without looking at his father's shocked face, says.]} Let's let's---go out now, and---watch the fireworks. Come on Big Daddy {[Big Daddy moves suddenly forward and grabs hold of the boy's crutch like it was a weapon for which they were fighting for possession.]} BIG DADDY: Oh, no, no! No one's going out. What did you start to say? BRICK: I don't remember. BIG DADDY: Many happy returns when they know there won't be any ? BRICK: Aw, hell, Big Daddy, forget it. Come on out on the gallery and look at the fireworks they re shooting off for your birth- day ... BIG DADDY: First you finish that remark you were makin before you cut off. "Many happy returns when they know there wont be any"?---Ain't that what you just said? 128 BRIM: Look, now. I can get around without that ctutch if I have to but it would be a lot easier on the furniture an glassware if I didn have to go swinging along like Tarzan of th--- BIG DADDY: FINISH WHAT YOU WAS SAYIN {[An eerie green glow shows in sky behind him.]} BRICK {[sucking the ice in his glass, speech becoming thick]} Leave th place to Gooper and Mae an their five little same little monkeys All I want is--- BIG DADDY: LEAVE TH' PLACE, did you say? BRICK {[vaguely]} All twenty-eight thousand acres of the richest land this side of the valley Nile. BIG DADDY: Who said I was leaving the place to Gooper or anybody? This is my sixty-fifth birthday. I got fifteen years or twenty years left in me! I'll outlive {you!} I'll bury you an have to pay for your coffin. BRICK: Sure Many happy returns Now let's go watch the fireworks, come on, let's--- BIG DADDY: Lying have they been lying? About the report from th'-- clinic? Did they, dud they---find something?--{Cancer} Maybe? BRICK: Mendacity is a system that we live in Liquor is one way out an' death's the other . . 129 {[He takes the crutch from Big Daddy's loose grip and swings out om the gallery leaving the doors open.]} {[A song, "Pick a Bale of Cotton," is heard.]} MAE {[appearing in door].} {Oh, Big Daddy, the field hands are singin' fo' you!} BRICK - I'm sorry, Big Daddy. My head don't work any more and it's hard for me to understand how anybody could care if he lived or died or was dying or cared about anything but whether or not there was liquor left in the bottle and so I said what I said without thinking. In some ways I'm no better than the others, in some ways worse because I'm less alive Maybe it's being alive that makes them lie and being almost {not} alive makes me sort of accidentally truthful---I don't know but--- anyway---we ve been friends . . ---And being friends is telling each other the truth . . . {[There is a pause.]} You told {me!} I told {you!} BIG DADDY {[slowly and passionately]} CHRIST---DAMN--- GOOPER {[off stage]} Let her go {[Fireworks off stage right.]} BIG DADDY: ---ALL---LYlNG SONS OF---LYING BITCHES! {[He straightens at last and crosses to the inside door. As the door he turns and looks back as if he had some des- 130 perate question he couldn't Put into words. Then he nods reflectively and says in a hoarse voice.]} Yes, all liars, all liars, all lying dying liars! {[This is said slowly, slowly, with a fierce revulsion. He goes on out.]} ---Lying! Dying! Liars! {[Brick remains motionless as the lights dim out and the curtain falls.]} {CURTAIN} ACT THREE {There is no lapse of time. Big Daddy is seen leaving as at the end of AM H} BIG DADDY ALL LYIN'---DYIN'---LIARS! LIARS!---LIARS! {[Margaret enters.]} MARGARET: Brick, what in the name of God was goin' on in this room? {[Dixie and Trixie enter through the doors and circle around Margaret shouting Mae enters from the lower gallery window.]} MAE: Dixie, Trixie, you quit that! {[Gooper enters through the doors.]} Gooper, will y' please get these kiddies to bed right now! GOOPER: Mae you seen Big Mama? MAE: Not yet. {[Gooper and kids exit through the doors Reverend Tooker enters through the windows.]} REVEREND TOOKER: Those kiddies are so full of vitality I think I'll have to be start- ing back to town. MAE: Not yet Preacher You know we regard you as a member of this family, one of our closest an dearest so you just got t' be with 133 us when Doc Baugh gives Big Mama th' actual truth about th' report from the clinic. MARGARET: Where do you think you're going? BRICK: Out for some air. MARGARET: Why'd Big Daddy shout "Liars"? MAE: Has Big Daddy gone to bed, Brick? GOOPER {[entering]}: Now where is that old lady? REVEREND TOOKER: I'll look for her. {[He exits to the gallery.]} MAE: Cain'tcha find her, Gooper? GOOPER: She's avoidin' this talk. MAE: I think she senses somethin'. MARGARET {[going out on the gallery to Brick]}: Brick, they're goin' to tell Big Mama the truth about Big Daddy and she's goin' to need you. DOCTOR BAUGH: This is going to be painful. MAE: Painful things caint always be avoided. 134 REVEREND TOOKER I see Big Mama GOOPER Hey, Big Mama, come here. MAE: Hush, Gooper, don't holler. BIG MAMA {[entering]} Too much smell of burnt fieworks makes me feel a little bit sick at my stomach.---Where is Big Daddy? MAE: That's what I want to know, where has Big Daddy gone? BIG MAMA: He must have turned in, I reckon he went to baid . . GOOPER Well, then, now we can talk. BIG MAMA: What {is} this talk, {what} talk? {[Margaret appears on the gallery, talking to Doctor Baugh.]} MARGARET {[musically]} My family freed their slaves ten years before abolition My great-great-grandfather gave his slaves their freedom five years before the War between the States started! MAE: Oh, for God's sake Maggie's climbed back up in her family tree! MARGARET {[sweetly]}: What, Mae? {[The pace must be very quick great Southern animation.]} 135 BIG MAMA {[addressing them all]}: I think Big Daddy was just worn out. He loves his family, he loves to have them around htn but its a strain on his nerves He wasn't himself tonight. Big Daddy wasn't himself, I could tell he was all worked up REVEREND TOOKER I think he's remarkable BIG MAMA Yaisss. Just remarkable Did you all notice the food he ate at that table? Did you all notice the supper he put away? Why he ate like a hawss. GOOPER I hope he doesn't regret it. BIG MAMA: What? Why that man---ate a huge piece of cawn bread with molasses on it. Helped himself twice to hoppin' John. MARGARET Big Daddy loves hoppin' John.---We had a real country dinner BIG MAMA {[Overlapping Margaret]} Yaiss, he simply adores it! an' candied yams? Son? That man put away enough food at that table to stuff a {field} hand GOOPER {[with grim relish]}: I hope he don't have to pay for it later on BIG MAMA {[fiercely]} What's {that,} Gooper? MAE: Gooper says he hopes Big Daddy doesn't suffer tonight. 136 BIG MAMA Oh shoot, Gooper says, Gooper says! Why should Big Daddy suffer for satisfying a normal appetite? There's nothin' wrong with that man but nerves, he's sound as a dollar! And now he knows he is an thats why he ate such a supper. He had a big load off his mind, knowin' he wasn't doomed t'---what he thought he was doomed to. MARGARET {[sadly and sweetly]}: Bless his old sweet soul BIG MAMA {[vaguely]} Yais, bless his heart, where's Brick? MAE: Outside GOOPER: ---Drinkin'... BIG MAMA: I know he's drinkin'. Cain't I see he's drinkin' without you continually tellin' me that boy's drinkin ? MARGARET: Good for you, Big Mama! {[She applauds.]} BIG MAMA: Other people {drink} and {have} drunk an will {drink,} as long as they make that stuff an' put it in bottles. MARGARET: That's the truth. I never trusted a man that didn't drink. BIG MAMA: {Brick ? Brick!} 137 MARGARET: He's still on the gall'ry. I'll go bring him so we can talk. BIG MAMA {[Wormedly]} I don't know what this mysterious family conference is about {[Awkward silence. Big Mama looks from face to face, then belches slightly and mutters, "Excuse me..." She opened an ornamental fan suspended about her throat. A black lace fan to go with her black lace gown, and fans her wilt- ing corsage, sniffing nervously and looking from face to face in the uncomfortable silence as Margaret calls "Brick?" and Brick sings to the moon on the gallery.]} MARGARET: Brick, they're gonna tell Big Mama the truth an' she's gonna need you. BIG MAMA: I don't know what's wrong here, you all have such long faces! Open that door on the hall and let some air circulate through here, will you please, Gooper? MAE: I think we'd better leave that door closed, Big Mama, till after the talk. MARGARET: Brick! BIG MAMA: Reveren' Tooker, will {you} please open that door? REVEREND TOOKER: I sure will, Big Mama. MAE: I just didn't think we ought 't take any chance of Big Daddy hearin' a word of this discussion. 138 BIG MAMA: {I swan!} Nothing's going to be said in Big Daddy's house that he caint hear if he want to. GOOPER: Well, Big Mama, it's--- {[Mae gives him a quick, hard poke to shut him up. He glares at her fiercely as she circles before him like a bur- lesque ballerina, raising her skinny bare arms over her head, jangling her bracelets, exclaiming:]} MAE: {A breeze! A breeze!} REVEREND TOOKER: I think this house is the coolest house in the Delta---Did you all know that Halsey Banks's widow put air-conditioning units in the church and rectory at Friar's Point in memory of Halsey? {[General conversation has resumed, everybody is chatting so that the stage sounds like a bird cage.]} GOOPER: Too bad nobody cools your church off for you. I bet you sweat in that pulpit these hot Sundays, Reverend Tooker. REVEREND TOOKER: Yes, my vestments are drenched Last Sunday the gold in my chasuble faded into the purple. GOOPER: Reveren', you musta been preachin' hell's fire last Sunday. MAE {[at the same time to Doctor Baugh]}: You reckon those vitamin B12 injections are what they're cracked up t' be, Doc Baugh? 139 DOCTOR BAUGH: Well, if you want to be stuck with something I guess they're as good to be stuck with as anything else. BIG MAMA {[at the gallery door]} {Maggie, Maggie, aren't you comin' with Brick ?} MAE {[suddenly and loudly, creating a silence]} {I have a strange feeling, I have a peculiar feeling!} BIG MAMA {[turning from the gallery]} What feeling? MAE: That Brick said somethin' he shouldn't of said t' Big Daddy BIG MAMA: Now what on earth could Brick of said t Big Daddy that he shouldn't say? GOOPER: Big Mama, there's somethin'--- MAE: NOW, WAIT! {[She rushes up to Big Mama and gives her a quick hug and kiss. Big Mama pushes her impatiently off.]} DOCTOR BAUGH: In my day they had what they call the Keeley cure for heavy drinkers. BIG MAMA: Shoot! DOCTOR BAUGH: But now I understand they just take some kind of tablets. GOOPER: They call them "Annie Bust" tablets. 140 BIG MAMA {Brick} don't need to take {nothin'} {[Brick and Margaret appear in gallery doors, Big Mama unaware of his presence behind her.]} That boy is just broken up over Skipper's death You know how poor Skipper died. They gave him a big big dose of that sodium amytal stuff at his home and then they called the ambulance and give him another big, big dose of it at the hospital and that and all of the alcohol in his system fo months an months just proved too much for his heart . . . I'm scared of needles! I'm more scared of a needle than the knife . . . I think more people have been needled out of this world than--- {[She stops short and wheels about.]} Oh---here ' Brick! My precious baby--- {[She turns upon Brick with short, fat arms extended, at the same time uttering a loud, short sob, which is both comic and touching Brick smiles and bows slightly, making a burlesque gesture of gallantry for Margaret to pass before him into the room Then he hobbles on his crutch directly to the liquor cabinet and there is absolute silence, with everybody looking at Brick as everybody has always looked at Brick when he spoke or moved or appeared. One by one he drops ice cubes in his glass, then suddenly, but not quickly, looks back over his shoulder with a wry, charming smile, and says:]} BRICK: I'm sorry, Anyone else? BIG MAMA {[sadly]}: No, son I {wish} you wouldn't! 141 BRICK: I wish I didn't have to, Big Mama, but I'm still waiting for that click in my head which makes it all smooth out! BIG MAMA: Ow, Brick, you---BREAK MY HEART! MARGARET {[at same time]} {Brick, go sit with Big Mama!} BIG MAMA I just cain't staiiii-nnnnnnnd-it {[She sobs.]} MAE: Now that we're all assembled--- GOOPER: We kin talk... BIG MAMA: Breaks my heart... MARGARET: Sit with Big Mama, Brick, and hold her hand. {[Big Mama sniffs very loudly three times, almost like three drumbeats in the pocket of silence.]} BRICK: You do that, Maggie. I'm a restless cripple. I got to stay on my crutch. {[Brick hobbles to the gallery door, leans there as if waiting.]} {[Mae sits beside Big Mama, while Gooper moves in front and sits on the end of the couch, facing her. Reverend Tooker moves nervously into the space between them; on 142 the other side, Doctor Baugh stands looking at nothing in particuar and lights a cigar Margaret turns away.]} BIG MAMA: Why're you all {surroundin'} me---like this? Why're you all starin' at me like this an' makin' signs at each other? {[Reverend Tooker steps back startled.]} MAE: Calm yourself, Big Mama. BIG MAMA: Calm you'self, {you'self,} Sister Woman How could I calm my- self with everyone starin' at me as if big drops of blood had broken out on m face? What's this all about, annh! What? {[Gooper coughs and takes a center position.]} GOOPER. Now, Doc Baugh. Doc Baugh? GOOPER: Big Mama wants to know the complete truth about the report we got from the Ochsner Clinic. MAE {[eagerly.]} --on Big Daddy's condition! GOOPER: Yais, on Big Daddy's condition, we got to face it. DOCTOR BAUGH: Well... BIG MAMA {[terrified, rising}]: Is there? Something? Something that I? Don't---know? 143 {[In these few words, this startled, very soft, question, Big Mama reviews the history of her forty-five years with Big Daddy, her great, almost embarrassingly true-hearted and simple-minded devotion to Big Daddy, who must have had something Brick has, who made himself loved so much by the "simple expedient" of not loving enough to disturb his charming detachment, also once coupled, like Brick, with virile beauty.]} {[Big Mama has a dignity at this moment, she almost stops being fat.]} DOCTOR BAUGH {[after a pause, uncomfortably]}: Yes?---Well--- BIG MAMA: I!!!---want to--{knowwwwww} {[Immediately she thrusts her fist to her mouth as if to deny that statement. Then for some curious reason, she snatches the withered corsage from her breast and hurls it on the floor and steps on it with her short, fat feet.]} {Somebody must be lyin'!-}--I want to know! MAE: Sit down, Big Mama, sit down on this sofa. MARGARET: Brick, go sit with Big Mama. BIG MAMA: {What is it, what is it?} DOCTOR BAUGH: I never have seen a more thorough examination than Big Daddy Pollitt was given in all my experience with the Ochsner Clinic 144 GOOPER It's one of the best in the country. MAE: It's THE best in the country---bar {none} {[for some reason she gives Gooper a violent poke as she goes past him. He slaps at her hand without removing his eyes from his mother's face.]} DOCTOR BAUGH: Of course they were ninety-nine and nine-tenths per cent sure before they even started. BIG MAMA: Sure of what, sure of what, sure of---{what?}---{what?} {[She catches her breath in a startled sob. Mae kisses her quickly. She thrusts Mae fiercely away from her, staring at the Doctor.]} MAE: Mommy, be a brave girl! BRICK {[in the doorway, softly]} "By the light, by the light, Of the silvery mo-oon..." GOOPER: Shut up!---Brick. BRICK: Sorry... {[He wanders out on the gallery.]} DOCTOR BAUGH: But now, you see, Big Mama, they cut a piece off this growth, a specimen of the tissue and--- BIG MAMA: Growth? You told Big Daddy--- 145 DOCTOR BAUGH: Now wait. BIG MAMA {[fiercely]} You told me and Big Daddy there wasn't a thing wrong with him but--- MAE: Big Mama, they always-- GOOPER: Let Doc Baugh talk, will yuh? BIG MAMA: ---little spastic condition of--- {[Her breath gives out in a sob.]} DOCTOR BAUGH: Yes, that's what we told Big Daddy. But we had this bit of tissue run through the laboratory and I'm sorry to say the test was positive on it. It's---well---malignant. {[Pause]} BIG MAMA: --Cancer? Cancer? {[Doctor Baugh nods gravely. Big Mama gives a long gasp- ing cry.]} MAE AND GOOPER. Now now now Big Mama, you had to know. BIG MAMA: WHY DIDN'T THEY CUT IT OUT OF HIM? HANH? HANH? DOCTOR BAUGH: Involved too much, Big Mama, too many organs affected 146 MAE Big Mama, the liver's affected and so's the kidneys, both! It's gone way past what they call a--- GOOPER: A surgical risk. MAE: ---Uh-huh {[Big Mama draws a breath like a dying gasp.]} REVEREND TOOKER: Tch tch, tch tch, tch DOCTOR BAUGH: Yes it's gone past the knife. MAE: {That's why he's turned yellow, Mommy!} BIG MAMA: {Git away from me, git away from me, Mae!} {[She rises abruptly.]} {I want Brick! Where's Brick? Where is my only son?} MAE: Mama! Did she say {only} son ? GOOPER: What does that make {me?} MAE: A sober responsible man with five precious children ---{Six!} BIG MAMA: I want Brick to tell me! Brick! Brick! MARGARET {[rising from her reflections in a corner:]} Brick was so upset he went back out. 147 BIG MAMA: {Brick !} MARGARET: Mama, let {me} tell you. BIG MAMA: No, no, leave me alone, you're not my blood. GOOPER: {Mama, I'm your son!} Listen to {me!} MAE: Gooper's your son, he's your first-born. BIG MAMA: Gooper never liked Daddy. MAE {[as if terribly shocked]} {That's not} TRUE! {[There is a pause. The minister coughs and rises.]} REVEREND TOOKER {[to Mae]}: I think I'd better slip away at this point. {[Discreetly]} Good night, good night, everybody, and God bless you all on this place. {[He slips out.]} {[Mae coughs and Pants at Big Mama.]} GOOPER: Well, Big Mama... {[He sighs.]} BIG MAMA: It's all a mistake, I know it's just a bad dream. 148 DOTOR BAUGH: We're gonna keep Big Daddy as comfortable as we can. BIG MAMA: Yes, it's just a bad dream, that's all it is, it's just an awful dream. GOOPER: In my opinion Big Daddy is having some pain but won't admit that he has it. BIG MAMA: Just a dream, a bad dream. DOCTOR BAUGH: Thats what lots of them do, they think if they don't admit they're having the pain they can sort of escape the fact of it. GOOPER {[with relish]} Yes, they get sly about it, they get real sly about it. MAE: Gooper and I think--- GOOPER: Shut up, Mae Big Mama, I think--Big Daddy ought to be started on morphine. BIG MAMA: Nobody's going to give Big Daddy morphine DOCTOR BAUGH: Now, Big Mama, when that pain strikes it's going to strike mighty hard and Big Daddys going to need the needle to bear it. BIG MAMA: I tell you, nobody's going to give him morphine. 149 MAE: Big Mama, you don't want to see Big Daddy suffer, you know you--- {[Gooper, standing beside her, gives her a savage poke.]} DOCTOR BAUGH {[placing a package on the table]}: I'm leaving this stuff here, so if there's a sudden attack you all won't have to send out for it. MAE: I know how to give a hypo. BIG MAMA: Nobody's gonna give Big Daddy morphine. GOOPER: Mae took a course in nursing during the war. MARGARET: Somehow I don't think Big Daddy would want Mae to give him a hypo. MAE: You think he'd want {you} to do it? DOCTOR BAUGH: Well... {[Doctor Baugh rises.]} GOOPER: Doctor Baugh is goin'. DOCTOR BAUGH: Yes, I got to be goin'. Well keep your chin up, Big Mama. GOOPER {[with jocularity]} She's gonna keep {both} chins up, aren't you, Big Mama? {[Big Mama sobs.]} Now stop that, Big Mama 150 GOOPER {[at the door with Doctor Baugh]} Well, Doc, we sure do appreciate all you done. I'm telling you, we're surely obligated to you for--- {[Doctor Baugh has gone out without a glance at him.]} ---I guess that doctor has got a lot on his mind but it wouldn't hurt him to act a little more human. {[Big Mama sobs.]} Now be a brave girl, Mommy. BIG MAMA: It's not true, I know that it's just not true! GOOPER: Mama, those tests are infallible. BIG MAMA: Why are you so determined to see your father daid? MAE: Big Mama. MARGARET {[gently]} I know what Big Mama means. MAE {[fiercely]} Oh, do you? MARGARET {[quietly and very sadly]} Yes, I think I do. MAE: For a newcomer in the family you sure do show a lot of under- standing. MARGARET: Understanding is needed on this place. 151 MAE: I guess you must have needed a lot of it in your family, Maggie with your father's liquor problem and now you've got Brick with his. MARGARET: Brick does not have a liquor problem at all. Brick is devoted to Big Daddy. This thing is a terrible strain on him. BIG MAMA: Brick is Big Daddy's boy, but he drinks too much and it worries me and Big Daddy, and, Margaret, you've got to co- operate with us, you ve got to co-operate with Big Daddy and me in getting Brick straightened out. Because it will break Big Daddy's heart if Brick don't pull himself together and take hold of things. MAE: Take hold of {what} things, Big Mama? BIG MAMA: The place. {[There is a quick violent look between Mae and Gooper.]} GOOPER: Big Mama, you've had a shock. MAE Yais, we've all had a shock, but... GOOPER: Let's be realistic--- MAE: ---Big Daddy would never, would {never,} be foolish enough to-- GOOPER: ---put this place in irresponsible hands! 152 BIG MAMA: Big Daddy ain't going to leave the place in anybody's hands, Big Daddy is {not} going to die. I want you to get that in your heads all of you. MAE: Mommy Mommy, Big Mama we're just as hopeful an opti- mistic as you are about Big Daddy's prospects, we have faith in {prayer}---but nevertheless there are certain matters that have to be discussed an' dealt with because otherwise--- GOOPER: Eventualities have to be considered and now's the time.. Mae, will you please get my brief case out of our room? MAE: Yes, honey {[She rises and goes out through the hall door.]} GOOPER {[standing over Big Mama]} Now, Big Mom What you said just now was not at all true and you know it. I've always loved Big Daddy in my own quiet way. I never made a show of it, and I know that Big Daddy has always been fond of me in a quiet way, too, and he never made a show of it neither. {[Mae returns with Gooper's brief case.]} MAE: Here's your brief case, Gooper, honey. GOOPER {[handing the brief case back to her]} Thank you...Of couse my relationship with Big Daddy is different from Brick's. MAE: You're eight years older'n Brick an' always had t' carry a bigger load of th' responsibilities than Brick ever had t' carry. 153 He never carried a thing in his life but a football or a high- ball. GOOPER: Mae, will y' let me talk, please? MAE: Yes, honey. GOOPER: Now, a twenty-eight-thousand-acre plantation's a mighty big thing t' run. MAE: Almost stinglehanded. {[Margaret has gone out onto the gallery and can be heard calling softly to Brick.]} BIG MAMA: You never had to run this place. What are you talking about? As if Big Daddy was dead and in his grave, you had to run it? Why, you just helped him out with a few business details and had your law practice at the same time in Memphis! MAE: Oh Mommy Mommy, Big Mommy, Let's be fair! MARGARET: Brick! MAE: Why, Gooper has given himself body and soul to keeping this place up for the past five years since Big Daddy's health started failing. MARGARET: Brick! 154 MAE: Gooper won't say it, Gooper never thought of it as a duty, he just did it. And what did Brick do? Brick kept living in his past glory at college! Still a football player at twenty-seven! MARGARET {[returning alone]}: Who are you talking about now? Brick? A football player? He isn't a football player and you know it. Brick is a sports announcer on T.V. and one of the best-known ones in the country! MAE: I'm talking about what he was. MARGARET: Well, I wish you would just stop talking about my husband. GOOPER: I've got a right to discuss my brother with other members of MY OWN family, which don't include {you.} Why don't you go out there and drink with Brick? MARGARET: I've never seen such malice toward a brother. GOOPER: How about his for me? Why, he can't stand to be in the same room with me! MARGARET: This is a deliberate campaign of vilification for the most dis- gusting and sordid reason on earth, and I know what it is! It's {avarice, avarice, greed, greed!} BIG MAMA: {Oh, I'll scream! I will scream in a moment unless this stops!} {[Gooper has stalked up to Margaret with clenched fists at his sides as if he would strike her. Mae distorts her face again into a hideous grimace behind Margaret's back.]} 155 BIG MAMA {[sobs]}: Margaret. Child. Come here. Sit next to Big Mama. MARGARET: Precious Mommy. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I--! {[She bends her long graceful neck to press her forehead to Big Mama's bulging shoulder under its blask chiffon.]} MAE: How beautiful, how touching, this display of devotion! Do you know why she's childless? She's childless because that big beautiful athlete husband of hers won't go to bed with her! GOOPER: You jest won't let me do this in a nice way, will yah? Aw right--I don't give a goddam if Big Daddy likes me or don't like me or did or never did or will or will never! I'm just appealing to a sense of common decency and fair play. I'll tell you the truth. I've resented Big Daddy's partiality to Brick ever since Brick was born, and the way I've been treated like I was just barely good enough to spit on and sometimes not even good enough for that. Big Daddy is dying of cancer, and it's spread all through him and it's attacked all his vital organs including the kidneys and right now he is sinking into uremia, and you all know what uremia is, it's poisoning of the whole system due to the failure of the body to eliminate its poisons. MARGARET {[to herself, downstage, hissingly]}: {Poisons, poisons! Venomous thoughts and words! In hearts and minds!--That's poisons!} GOOPER {[overlapping her]}: I am asking for a square deal, and, by God, I expect to get one. But if I don't get one, if there's any peculiar shenanigans going on around here behind my back, well, I'm not a corpo- 156 ration lawyer for nothing, I know how to protect my own interests. {[Brick enters from the gallery with a tranquil, blurred smile, carrying an empty glass with him.]} BRICK: Storm coming up. GOOPER: Oh! A late arrival! MAE: Behold the conquering hero comes! GOOPER: The fabulous Brick Pollitt! Remember him?--Who could forget him! MAE: He looks like he's been injured in a game! GOOPER: Yep, I'm afraid you'll have to warm the bench at the Sugar Bowl this year, Brick! {[Mae laughs shrilly.]} Or was it the Rose Bowl that he made that famous run in?-- {[Thunder]} MAE: The punch bowl, honey. It was in the punch bowl, the cut- glass punch bowl! GOOPER: Oh, that's right, I'm getting the bowls mixed up! MARGARET: Why don't you stop venting your malice and envy on a sick boy? 157 BIG MAMA: {Now you two hush, I mean it, hush, all of you, hush!} DAISY, SOOKEY: Storm! Storm comin'! Storm! Storm! LACEY: Brightie, close them shutters. GOOPER: Lacey, put the top up on my Cadillac, will yuh? LACEY: Yes, suh, Mistah Pollitt! GOOPER {[at the same time]}: Big Mama, you know it's necessary for me t' go back to Memphis in th' mornin' t' represent the Parker estate in a lawsuit. {[Mae sits on the bed and arranges papers she has taken from the brief case.]} BIG MAMA: Is it, Gooper? MAE: Yaiss. GOOPER: That's why I'm forced to--to bring up a problem that-- MAE: Somethin' that's too important t' be put off! GOOPER: If Brick was sober, he ought to be in on this. MARGARET: Brick is present; we're present. 158 GOOPER: Well, good. I will now give you this outline my paper, Tom Bullitt, an' me have drawn up--a sort of dummy-- trusteeship. MARGARET: Oh, that's it! You'll be in charge an' dole out remittances, will you? GOOPER: This we did as soon as we got the report on Big Daddy from th' Ochsner Laboratories. We did this thing, I mean we drew up this dummy outline with the advice and assistance of the Chairman of the Boa'd of Directors of th' Southern Plantahs Bank and Trust Company in Memphis, C. C. Bellowes, a man who handles estates for all th' prominent fam'lies in West Tennessee and th' Delta. BIG MAMA: Gooper? GOOPER {[crouching in front of Big Mama]}: Now this is not--not final, or anything like it. This is just a preliminary outline. But it does provide a basis--a design-- a--possible, feasible--{plan!} MARGARET: Yes, I'll bet it's a plan. {[Thunder]} MAE: It's a plan to protect the biggest estate in the Delta from irresponsibility an'-- BIG MAMA: Now you listen to me, all of you, you listen here! They's not goin' to be any more catty talk in my house! And Gooper, 159 you put that away before I grab it out of your hand and tear it right up! I don't know what the hell's in it, and I don't want to know what the hell's in it. I'm talkin' in Big Daddy's language now; I'm his {wife,} not his {widow,} I'm still his wife! And I'm talkin' to you in his language an'-- GOOPER: Big Mama, what I have here is -- MAE {[at the same time]}: Gooper explained that it's just a plan . . . BIG MAMA: I don't care what you got there. Just put it back where it came from, an' don't let me see it again, not even the outside of the envelope of it! Is that understood? Basis! Plan! Pre- liminary! Design! I say--what is it Big Daddy always saps when he's disgusted? BRICK {[from the bar]}: Big Daddy says "crap" when he's disgusted. BIG MAMA {[rising]}: That's right--CRAP! I say CRAP too, like Big Daddy! {[Thunder]} MAE: Coarse language doesn't seem called for in this-- GOOPER: Somethin' in me is {deeply outraged} by yearin' pou talk like this. BIG MAMA: {Nobody's goin' to take nothin'!}--till Big Daddy lets go of it --maybe, just possibly, not--not even then! No, not even then! {[Thunder]} 160 MAE: Sookey, hurry up an' git that po'ch furniture covahed; want th' paint to come off? GOOPER: Lacey, put mah car away! LACEY: Caint, Mistah Pollitt, you got the keys! GOOPER: Naw, you got 'em, man. Where th' keys to th' car, honey? MAE: You got 'em in your pocket! BRICK: "You can always hear me singin' this song, Show me the way to go home." {[Thunder distantly]} BIG MAMA: Brick! Come here, Brick, I need you. Tonight Brick looks like he used to look when he was a little boy, just like he did when he played wild games and used to come home when I hollered myself hoarse for him, all sweaty and pink cheeked and sleepy, with his--red curls shining . . . {[Brick draws aside as he does from all physical contact and continues the song in a whisper, opening1 the ice bucket and dropping in the ice cubes one by one as if he were mixing some important chemical formula.]} {[Distant thunder.]} Time goes by so fast. Nothin' can outrun it. Death commences too early--almost before you're half acquainted with life-- you meet the other . . . Oh, you know we just got to love each 161 other an' stay together, all of us, just as close as we can, especially now that such a {black} thing has come and moved into this place without invitation. {[Awkwardly embracing Brick, she presses her head to his shoulder.]} {[A dog howls off stage.]} Oh, Brick, son of Big Daddy, Big Daddy does so love you. Y'know what would be his fondest dream come true? If before he passed on, if Big Daddy has to pass on... {[A dog howls.]} ...you give him a child of yours, a grandson as much like his son as his son is like Big Daddy... MARGARET: I know that's Big Daddy's dream. BIG MAMA: That's his dream. MAE: Such a pity that Maggie and Brick can't oblige. BIG DADDY {[off down stage right on the gallery]}: Looks like the wind was takin' liberties with this place. SERVANT {[off stage]}: Yes, sir, Mr. Pollitt. MARGARET {[crossing to the right door]}: Big Daddy's on the gall'ry. {[Big Mama has turned toward the hall door at the sound of Big Daddy's voice on the gallery.]} BIG MAMA: I can't stay here. He'll see somethin' in my eyes. 162 {[Big Daddy enters the room from up stage right.]} BIG DADDY: Can I come in? {[He Puts his cigar in an ash tray.]} MARGARET: Did the storm wake you up, Big Daddy? BIG DADDY: Which stawm are you talkin' about--th' one outside or th' hullballoo in here? {[Gooper squeezes Past Big Daddy.]} GOOPER: 'Scuse me. {[Mae tries to squeeze Past Big Daady to join Gooper, but Big Daddy puts his arm firmly around her.]} BIG DADDY: I heard some mighty loud talk. Sounded like somethin' im- portant was bein' discussed. What was the powwow about? MAE {[flustered]}: Why--nothin', Big Daddy . . . BIG DADDY {[crossing to extreme left center, taking Mae with him]}: What is that pregnant-lookin' envelope you're puttin' back in your brief case, Gooper? GOOPER {[at the foot of the bed, caught, as he stuffs papers into envelope]}: That? Nothin,' suh--nothin' much of anythin' at all . . . BIG DADDY: Nothin'? It looks like a whole lot of nothin'! 163 {[He turns up stage to the group.]} You all know th' story about th' young married couple-- GOOPER: Yes, sir! BIG DADDY: Hello, Brick-- BRICK: Hello, Big Daddy. {[The group is arranged in a semicircle above Big Daddy, Margaret at the extreme right, then Mae and Gooper, then Big Mama, with Brick at the left.]} BIG DADDY: Young married couple took Junior out to th' zoo one Sunday, inspected all of God's creatures in their cages, with satisfac- tion. GOOPER: Satisfaction. BIG DADDY {[crossing to up stage center, facing front]}: This afternoon was a warm afternoon in spring an' that ole elephant had somethin' else on his mind which was bigger'n peanuts. You know this story, Brick? {[Gooper nods.]} BRICK: No, sir, I don't know it. BIG DADDY: Y'see, in th' cage adjoinin' they was a young female elephant in heat! BIG MAMA {[at Big Daddy's shoulder]}: Oh, Big Daddy! 164 BIG DADDY: What's the matter, preacher's gone, ain't he? All right. That female elephant in the next cage was permeatin' the atmo- sphere about her with a powerful and excitin' odor of female fertility! Huh! Ain't that a nice way to put it, Brick? BRICK: Yes, sir, nothin' wrong with it. BIG DADDY: Brick says th's nothin' wrong with it! BIG MAMA: Oh, Big Daddy! BIG DADDY {(crossing to down stage center]}: So this ole bull elephant still had a couple of fornications left in him. He reared back his trunk an' got a whiff of that ele- phant lady next door!--began to paw at the dirt in his cage an' butt his head against the separatin' partition and, first thing y'know, there was a conspicuous change in his {Profile-}- very {conspicuous!} Ain't I tellin' this story in decent language, Brick? BRICK: Yes, sir, too fuckin' decent! BIG DADDY: So, the little boy pointed at it and said, "What's that?" His mama said, "Oh, that's--nothin'!"--His papa said, "She's spoiled! " {[Big Daddy crosses to Brick at left.]} You didn't laugh at that story, Brick. {[Big Mama crosses to down stage right crying. Margaret goes to her. Mae and Gooper hold up stage right center.]} 165 BRICK: No, sir, I didn't laugh at that story. BIG DADDY: What is the smell in this room? Don't you notice it, Brick? Don't you notice a powerful and obnoxious odor of mendac- ity in this room? BRICK: Yes, sir, I think I do, sir. GOOPER: Mae, Mae . . . BIG DADDY: There is nothing more powerful. Is there, Brick? BRICK: No, sir. No, sir, there isn't, an' nothin' more obnoxious. BIG DADDY: Brick agrees with me. The odor of mendacity is a powerful and obnoxious odor an' the stawm hasn't blown it away from this room yet. You notice it, Gooper? GOOPER: What, sir? BIG DADDY: How about you, Sister Woman? You notice the unpleasant odor of mendacity in this room? MAE: Why, Big Daddy, I don't even know what that is. BIG DADDY: You can smell it. Hell it smells like death! {[Big Mama sobs. Big Daddy looks toward her.]} 166 What's wrong with that fat woman over there, loaded with diamonds? Hey, what's-you-name, what's the matter with you? MARGARET {[crossing toward Big Daddy]}: She had a slight dizzy spell, Big Daddy. BIG DADDY: You better watch that, Big Mama. A stroke is a bad way to go. MARGARET {[crossing to Big Daddy a center]}: Oh, Brick, Big Daddy has on your birthday present to him, Brick, he has on your cashmere robe, the softest material I have ever felt. BIG DADDY: Yeah, this is my soft birthday, Maggie . . . Not my gold or my silver birthday, but my soft birthday, everything's got to be soft for Big Daddy on this soft birthday. {[Maggie kneels before Big Daddy at center.]} MARGARET: Big Daddy's got on his Chinese slippers that I gave him, Brick. Big Daddy, I haven't given you my big present yet, but now I will, now's the time for me to present it to you! I have an announcement to make! MAE: What? What kind of announcement? GOOPER: A sports announcement, Maggie? MARGARET: Announcement of life beginning! A child is coming, sired by Brick, and out of Maggie the Cat! I have Brick's child in my body, an' that's my birthday present to Big Daddy on this birthday! 167 {[Big Daddy looks at Brick who crosses behind Big Daddy to down stage Portal, left.]} BIG DADDY: Get up, girl, get up off your knees, girl. {[Big Daddy helps Margaret to rise. He crosses above her, to her right, bites off the end of a fresh cigar, taken from his bathrobe pocket, as he studies Margaret.]} {Uh-huh, this girl has life in her body, that's no lie!} BIG MAMA: BIG DADDY'S DREAM COME TRUE! BRICK: JESUS! BIG DADDY {[crossing right below wicker staffi]}: Gooper, I want my lawyer in the mornin'. BRICK: Where are you goin', Big Daddy? BIG DADDY: Son, I'm goin' up on the roof, to the belvedere on th' roof to look over my kingdom before I give up my kingdom-- twenty-eight thousand acres of th' richest land this side of the valley Nile! {[He exits through right doors, and down right on the gallery.]} BIG MAMA {[following]}: Sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheart--can I come with you? {[She exits down stage right.]} {[Margaret is down stage center in the mirror area. Mae has joined Gooper and she gives him a fierce Poke, making a low hissing sound and a grimace of fury.]} 168 GOOPER {(Pushing her aside]}: Brick could you possibly spare me one small shot of that liquor? BRICK: Why, help yourself, Gooper boy. GOOPER: I will. MAE {[shrilly]}: Of course we know that this is--a lie. GOOPER: {Be still, Mae.} MAE: I won't be still! I know she's made this up! GOOPER: Goddam it, I said shut up! MARGARET: Gracious! I didn't know that my little announcement was going to provoke such a storm! MAE: {That} woman isn't {pregnant!} GOOPER: Who said she was? MAE: {She} did. GOOPER: The doctor didn't. Doc Baugh didn't. MARGARET: I haven't gone to Doc Baugh. 169 GOOPER: Then who'd you go to, Maggie? MARGARET: One of the best gynecologists in the South. GOOPER: Uh huh, uh huh!--I see . . . {[He takes out a Pencil and notebook.]} --May we have his name, please? MARGARET: No, you may not, Mister Prosecuting Attorney! MAE: He doesn't have any name, he doesn't exist! MARGARET: Oh, he exists all right, and so does my child, Brick's baby! MAE: You can't conceive a child by a man that won't sleep with you unless you think you're-- {[Brick has turned on the phonograph. A scat song cuts Mae's speech.]} GOOPER: {Turn that off!} MAE: We know it's a lie because we hear you in here; he wont sleep with you, we hear you! So don't imagine you're going to put a trick over on us, to fool a dying man with a-- {[A long drawn cry of agony and rage fills the house. Margaret turns the phonograph down to a whisper. The cry is repeated.]} 170 MAE: Did you hear that, Gooper, did you hear that? GOOPER: Sounds like the pain has struck. GOOPER: Come along and leave these lovebirds together in their nest! {[He goes out first. Mae follows but turns at the door, con- torting her face and hissing at Margaret.]} MAE: {Liar!} {[She slams the door.]} {[Margaret exhales with relief and moves a little unsteadily to catch hold of Brick's arm.]} MARGARET: Thank you for--keeping still . . . BRICK: O.K., Maggie. MARGARET: It was gallant of you to save my face! {[He now pours down three shots in quick succession and stands waiting, silent. All at once he turns with a smile and says:]} BRICK: {There!} MARGARET: What? BRICK: The {click} . . . 171 {[His gratitude seems almost infinite as he hobbles out on the gallery with a drink. We hear his crutch as he swings out of sight. Then, at some distance, he begins singing to himself a peaceful song. Margaret holds the big Pillow forlornly as if it were her only companion, for a few moments, then throws it on the bed. She rushes to the liquor cabinet, gathers all the bottles in her arms, turns about undecidedly, then runs out of the room with them, leaving the door ajar on the dim yellow hall. Brick is heard hobbling back along the gallery, singing his peaceful song. He comes back in, sees the pillow on the bed, laughs lightly, sadly, picks it up. He has it under his arm as Margaret returns to the room. Margaret softly shuts the door and leans against it, smiling softly at Brick.]} MARGARET: Brick, I used to think that you were stronger than me and I didn't want to be overpowered by you. But now, since you've taken to liquor--you know what?--I guess it's bad, but now I'm stronger than you and I can love you more truly! Don't move that pillow. I'll move it right back if you do!--Brick? {[She turns out all the lamps but a single rose-silk-shaded one by the bed.]} I really have been to a doctor and I know what to do and-- Brick?--this is my time by the calendar to conceive? BRICK: Yes, I understand, Maggie. But how are you going to con- ceive a child by a man in love with his liquor? MARGARET: By locking his liquor up and making him satisfy my desire before I unlock it! BRICK: Is that what you've done, Maggie? 172 MARGARET: Look and see. Mat cabinet's mighty empty compared to before! BRICK: Well, I'll be a son of a-- {[He reaches for his crutch but she beats him to it and rushes out on the gallery, hurls the crutch over the rail and comes back in, Panting.]} MARGARET: And so tonight we're going to make the lie true, and when that's done, I'll bring the liquor back here and we'll get drunk together, here, tonight, in this place that death has come into . . .--What do you say? BRICK: I don't say anything. I guess there's nothing to sap. MARGARET: Oh, you weak people, you weak, beautiful people!--who give up with such grace. What you want is someone to-- {[She turns out the rose-silk lamp.]} --take hold of you.--Gently, gently with love hand your life back to you, like somethin' gold you let go of. I do love you, Brick, I {do!} BRICK {[smiling with charming sadness]}: Wouldn't it be funny if that was true? {THE END} 173