LEGEND ON SCREEN: "ANNUNCIATION." Fade with music.
It i's early dusk of a spring evening. Supper has just been finished in the Wingfield apartment. AMANDAand LAURAin light-colored dresses are removing dishes from the table, in the upstage area, which is shadowy, their movements formalized almost as a dance or ritual, their moving forms as pale and silent as moths.
TOM, in white shirt and trousers, rises from the table and crosses toward the fire-escape.
AMANDA [as he passes her]. Son, will you do me a favor?
TOM. What?
AMANDA. Comb your hair! You look so pretty when your hair is combed!
[ Tomslouches on sofa with evening paper. Enormous caption "'Franco Triumphs"]
There is only one respect in which I would like you to emulate your father.
TOM. What respect is that?
AMANDA. The care he always took of his appearance. He never allowed himself to look untidy.
[He throws down the paper and crosses to fire-escape.]
Where are you going?
TOM. I'm going out to smoke.
... images [ to open up the world of the play ] :
Modigliani? ... and b/w photos.