The Dresser
- TV-14
- Year:
- 2015
- 105 min
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a number of attacks
'The raids,
which lasted for several hours,
'were scattered over many
parts of the country.
'And the enemy aircraft has been...
AIR- RAID SIREN
the south coast,
'the west of England, the North
Midlands and the north-west,
'as well as over the London area. '
He does nothing but cry.
Are they keeping him in?
They wouldn't let me stay.
The doctor said
I seemed to make matters worse.
to the hospital.
I don't know what came over me.
back here where he belongs.
Why is his coat on the floor?
And his hat?
Drying out. They're wet through.
Well, how did he come to
be in such a state, Norman?
When you telephoned, I thought
at first that he'd been hurt
in the air raid. Oh, no.
Or had an accident.
Oh, no, not an accident.
No, I know because they said there
was no sign of physical injury.
Your Ladyship. He's in a state
of collapse. Yes, I know.
Well, how did he get like that?
Your Ladyship... What happened to
him? Sit down. Please, sit down.
We must remain calm.
The doctor said it must have been
coming on for weeks.
Oh, if not longer.
Well, I didn't see him this morning.
He left the digs before I woke.
Where was he all day?
Where did you find him? Well, what
happened was this, Your Ladyship.
After the last "all clear" sounded,
I went into Market Square
just as dusk was coming on.
Peculiar light, ever so yellowish.
I'd hoped to find a packet or two
of Brown & Polson's cornflour,
since our supplies are rather low.
So I was asking at this stall
and that's when I heard his voice.
Whose voice?
Sir's, of course.
He was taking off his overcoat -
in this weather!
"God help the man who stops me,"
he shouted, and then
he threw the coat to the ground just
like King Lear in the storm scene.
Look at it. I don't know
that I'll ever get it clean.
And he was so proud of it,
do you remember...?
Oh, no, perhaps it
was before your time.
The first Canadian tour, Toronto.
What happened after
he took off his coat?
Started on the hat!
Dunn's, Piccadilly, only a year ago,
down on the coat it went and
he jumped on it, he stamped on his
hat, viciously stamped on his hat.
Well, you can see.
Then he lifted his arms in the air
like he does to convey
sterility into Goneril's womb, "How
much further do you want me to go?"
His fingers were all of a fidget,
undoing his jacket,
loosening his collar and tie,
tearing at the buttons of his shirt.
A small crowd.
That's why I ran to him.
I didn't want him to stand there
looking ridiculous
with people all around, sniggering.
Did he see you?
Did he know who you were?
I didn't wait to find out.
I just took his hand and I said,
"Good evening, Sir, shouldn't
we be getting to the theatre?"
in my best nanny voice, the one
I use when he's being wayward.
He paid no attention.
He was shivering.
You shouldn't have let the public
see him like that.
It's easy to be wise after
the event, if you don't mind
my saying so, Your Ladyship,
but I tried to spirit him away,
not easy with a man
of his proportions.
Only, just then...
.. a woman approached,
quite old, wearing bombazine
under a tweed coat
but perfectly respectable.
She'd picked up his clothes
and wanted to help him dress.
And Sir said to the lady,
"Thank you, my dear,
"I'd be lost without Norman,"
and I thought,
"Well, this is your cue, ducky,"
so I said,
"I'm Norman, I'm his dresser. "
And the woman, she had her hair in
curlers, she took his hand,
she kissed it, and she said,
"You was lovely in
The Corsican Brothers. "
He looked at her for a long time,
then he smiled sweetly,
you know the way he does
when he's wanting to charm?
"Thank you, my dear,
but you must excuse me.
"I have to make an exit,"
and he ran off.
He said, "I have to make an exit"?
Well, of course, I followed him,
fearing the worst.
I didn't know he could run so fast.
discarded clothing, the jacket,
the waistcoat, and I thought,
"We can't have Sir doing a
striptease round town. "
But then I found him.
Leaning up against a lamppost.
Weeping. Where?
Outside the Kardomah.
Without a word,
hardly knowing what I was doing,
I led him to the hospital.
The sister didn't recognise him,
although later she said she'd
seen him last night as Othello.
A doctor was summoned,
short, bald, bespectacled,
and I was excluded
by the drawing of screens.
And then you telephoned me.
No, I waited.
I lurked, as Edgar says,
and I heard the doctor whisper,
"This man is exhausted.
This man is in a state of collapse. "
And that's how it happened.
He did nothing but cry.
Yes, you said.
I left him lying on top of the bed,
still in his clothes, crying,
no, weeping, as though he'd lost
control, had no choice,
wept and wept, floodgates.
What are we to do?
In an hour there will be
an audience in this theatre
hoping to see him as King Lear.
What AM I to do?
Well, don't upset
yourself, for a start.
Well, I've never had to make this
sort of decision before.
Any sort of decision before.
As soon as I came out
of the hospital I telephoned Madge
and asked her to meet me
here as soon as possible.
She'll know what to do.
Oh, yes, Madge'll know what to do.
She won't upset herself,
that's for certain.
No, Madge will be ever so sensible.
I suppose stage managers have to be.
I had a friend once,
had been a vicar before falling from
the pulpit and landing on the stage.
Ever so good as an ugly sister.
To the manner born.
His wife didn't upset easily.
Just as well, I suppose,
all things considered.
Madge reminds me of her.
Cold, businesslike, boring.
The doctor took me into a little
room littered with enamel dishes
full of blood-stained bandages.
The smell made me faint.
He asked me
about his behaviour in recent days.
Had I noticed anything untoward?
And what did you say?
If you don't mind my asking.
I lied.
I said he'd been perfectly normal.
I don't want to appear neglectful.
I should have been more vigilant.
Only last night I woke...
Is that Madge? No, it's Irene.
You were saying?
Last night you woke.
He was looking at me. He was naked.
It was bitter cold,
he was shivering.
He said, "Thank you for watching
over me but don't worry.
"I have the feeling
I may do something violent. "
Talk about untoward.
I'm glad you didn't
tell the doctors that,
they'd have locked him up for good.
Last night, after Othello,
he asked me,
"What do we play tomorrow, Norman?"
I told him King Lear and he said,
"Then I shall wake with
the storm clouds over my head. "
I should have made him rest.
The doctor said he'd come to the end
of his rope and found it frayed.
put up with
what he's had to put up with.
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