They told me to take a streetcar named Desire, and then transfer to one called Cemeteries and ride six blocks and get off at--Elysian Fields!

EUNICE:

That's where you are now.

BLANCHE:

At Elysian Fields?

EUNICE:

This here is Elysian Fields.

BLANCHE:

They mustn't have understood what number I wanted.

EUNICE:

What number you lookin' for?

[Blanche wearily refers to the slip of paper.]

BLANCHE:

Six thirty-two.

EUNICE:

You don't have to look no further.

BLANCHE [uncomprehendingly]:

I'm looking for my sister, Stella DuBois. I mean--Mrs. Stanley Kowalski.

EUNICE:

That's the party.--You just did miss her, though.

BLANCHE:

This--can this be--her home?

EUNICE:

She's got the downstairs here and I got the up.

BLANCHE:

Oh. She's--out?

EUNICE:

You noticed that bowling alley around the corner?

BLANCHE:

I'm--not sure I did.

EUNICE:

Well, that's where she's at, watchin' her husband bowl.

[There is a pause]

You want to leave your suitcase here an' go find her?

BLANCHE:

No.

NEGRO WOMAN:

I'll go tell her you come.

BLANCHE:

Thanks.

NEGRO WOMAN:

You welcome.

[She goes out.]

EUNICE:

She wasn't expecting you?

BLANCHE:

No. No, not tonight.

EUNICE:

Well, why don't you just go in and make yourself at home till they get back.

BLANCHE:

How could I--do that?

EUNICE:

We own this place so I can let you in.

[She gets up and opens the downstairs door. A light goes on behind the blind, turning it light blue. Blanche slowly follows her into the downstairs flat. The surrounding areas dim out as the interior is lighted.]