American Playhouse1981

[Right after Helene has sobbed her self-confession to George and Doris, they hear Harry shout from the doorway - in full Stanley Kowalski mode]

Harry Nash:
Are you ready for me yet, George? There's nobody else outside!

George Johnson:
Harry, come here. I'm, I'm sorry I kept you waiting, Harry. Excuse me.

[Helene surreptitiously wipes her eyes]

George Johnson:
Uh, Harry, this is Helene Shaw. Helene, this is Harry Nash. Ehh, now, if you get the part of Stella, he'll be your husband in the play.

[Helene turns to look at Harry and her eyes widen. Music suggesting imminent romance begins to play. Harry is still in his dorky hardware-store outfit, with glasses, hat, and bow-tie, but he removes his glasses and smiles slightly as he looks her up and down appreciatively]

George Johnson:
Say, I, uh, I wonder if, uh, if you two would read a scene for me from this play, all right? Right here.

[Helene tears her eyes away from Harry to look at the playbook]

George Johnson:
Could you do that?

Harry Nash:
Sure! If Stella's game.

[She looks up, still wide-eyed]

Helene Shaw:
Huh?

Harry Nash:
Stella! Stella, that's you. [then, gently:] Stella's my wife.

Helene Shaw:
[weakly] Oh.

[He turns away to remove his vest and shirt, and a heartbeat rhythm replaces the music. Stella sees Harry's muscular back and she can't look away. He begins shadow-boxing, and she begins to fall in love]