--The
deaf old lady remaining suspected nothing. But sometimes I slipped outside to answer their
calls.... Later the paddy-wagon would gather them up like daisies... the long way home....
[The Mexican Woman turns slowly and drifts back off with her soft mournful cries. Blanche
goes to the dresser and leans forward on it. After a moment, Mitch rises and follows her
purposefully. The polka music fades away. He places his hands on her waist and tries to turn her
about.]