What if Tennessee Williams had written a different play?
Skipper isn’t dead. He turns up, and Brick doesn’t have to carry a grief he can’t name — he just gets to have him back. In front of the whole house, they say it to each other. That’s the story. No one flinches.
MGM buys it, and the town runs a screen test that becomes the talk of Hollywood — not for Brick this time, but for Skipper. Every actor wants the part. Dozens of them pass through the same green bedroom, under the same moon, hoping to be the one who walks back in and gets loved in front of everyone.
The picture sweeps the awards that year. Best picture, best director, every acting category.
It could have happened. The tragedy is that it didn’t.
— Behan
