His wife, Linda, suggests that he request a job in New York rather than travel each week. Willy is having difficulty remembering events, as well as distinguishing the present from his memories of the past. The action begins in the home of Willy Loman, an aging salesman who has just returned from a road trip. (She goes through the living room doorway, calling upstairs from within the living room.Death of a Salesman takes place in New York and Boston. LINDA (ngmong ke biff+happy): What’d you have to start that for? (Biff turns away.) You see how sweet he was as soon as you talked hopefully? (She goes over to Biff.) Come up and say good night to him. WILLY: (going to the doorway of the living room): All right, good night, good night. Now don’t make a whole thing out of it, will ya? WILLY: Go back to the West! Be a carpenter, a cowboy, enjoy yourself! LINDA: Willy, he was just saying… WILLY: I heard what he said! HAPPY (trying to quiet Willy): Hey, Pop, come on now… WILLY: Why do you always insult me? BIFF: I didn’t say a word. WILLY: I never in my life whistled in an elevator! And who in the business world thinks I’m crazy? BIFF: I didn’t mean it like that, Pop. BIFF (as though to laugh Willy out of it): Yeah, but you do, Pop. Bernard does not whistle in the elevator, I assure you. A carpenter is allowed to whistle! a willy msuk lg smbil ndgerin, nyaut WILLY: Even your grandfather was better than a carpenter.

BIFF: I don’t care what they think! They’ve laughed at Dad for years, and you know why? Because we don’t belong in this nuthouse of a city! We should be mixing cement on some open plain or - or carpenters. The trouble with you in business was you never tried to please people. (Kneeling in front of her, in a fever of self-reproach.) It’s just - you see, Mom, I don’t fit in business. (She is bent over in the chair, weeping, her face in her hands.) Biff, I swear to God! Biff, his life is in your hands! HAPPY (to Biff): How do you like that damned fool! BIFF (kissing her): All right, pal, all right. How can I insult him that way? I don’t know what to do. But, when he comes home, I put it back where it was.

BIFF: Did you have it taken off? LINDA: Every day I go down and take away that little rubber pipe. HAPPY: No kidding! LINDA: I know and sure enough, on the bottom of the water heater there’s a new little nipple on the gas pipe.

Death of salesman script