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pushes it away, spilling the wine over his shirt. drops the glass.]

Amy! Amy! Amy! Amy!

[''She comes back, with her hat on and her coat over her arm. She has her yellow grip half open with clothes sticking out. takes it from her''.]

Here I am, Tony. Here I am.

W’ere you goin’, Amy? Were you goin’ away from here?

I dunno. Frisco, I guess.

[Bitter sobs]: You goin’ be livin’ with Joe?

[Vague misery]: I dunno. No, I ain’t going to live with Joe. No matter what happens, I ain’t.

Who is goin’ be lookin’ after you, Amy?