LINDA: Willy? [There is no answer. LINDA waits. BIFF gets up off his bed. He is still in his clothes. HAPPY sits up. BIFF stands listening.] [With real fear.] Willy, answer me! Willy! [There is the sound of a car starting and moving away at full speed.] No!

something good. Oliver talked to his partner about the Florida idea. You listening? He—he talked to his partner, and he came to me . . . I’m going to beallright,youhear? Dad,listentome,hesaiditwasjustaquestionofthe amount!own something outright before it’s broken! I’m always in a race with the junkyard! I just finished paying for the car and it’s on its last legs. The refrig- erator consumes belts like a goddam maniac. They time those things. They timethemsowhenyoufinallypaidforthem,they’reusedup. WILLY: What’s the matter with you? I’ve got a job. CHARLEY:Thenwhat’reyouwalkin’inhereeveryweekfor? BIFF: [Crying, broken.] Will you let me go, for Christ’s sake? Will you take that phony dream and burn it before something happens? [Struggling to contain himself, he pulls away and moves to the stairs.] I’ll go in the morning. Put him— put him to bed. [Exhausted, BIFF moves up the stairs to his room.]

WILLY rushes in with the pennants.] WILLY:[Handingthemout.] EverybodywavewhenBiffcomesoutonthefield. Biff. Did he take you into his office or’d you talk in the waiting-room? BIFF: Well, he came in, see and— WILLY: Don’t talk to him. Come on, come on! [He is pushing them out.] CHARLEY: Wait a minute, didn’t you hear the news? BIFF: [Still on the floor in front of LINDA, the flowers in his hand; with self-loathing.] No. Didn’t. Didn’t do a damned thing. How do you like that, heh? Left him CHARLEY: [Counting out money on the desk.] He don’t have to—he’s gonna do it. WILLY: And you never told him what to do, did you? You never took any interestBIFF: [Going to WILLY with guilt, as to an invalid.] Sit down, Pop. You want a drink? WILLY: Sure, I don’t mind.