The Dresser Page #7
- TV-14
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- 2015
- 105 min
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I did, that's what I said.
He hobbled away, his head down
and if he was given to muttering,
he'd have muttered.
Darkly.
Are you asleep, Sir?
To be driven thus.
I hate the swines.
Who? Who is it that you hate?
The critics?
The critics? Hate the critics?
I have nothing
but compassion for them.
How can one hate the crippled,
the mentally deficient and the dead?
Bastards. Who then? Who then what?
Who then is it that you hate?
Let me rest, Norman, you must
stop questioning me, let me rest.
But don't leave me till I'm asleep.
Don't leave me alone.
I am a spent force.
My days are numbered.
Is he asleep? I think so, yes.
I'll sit with him.
Well, don't wake him,
Your Ladyship. He's ever so tired.
METAL CLANGS:
Is it my cue?
No, it's still the interval.
I have things to say.
Norman tells me you thought
I was mighty tonight.
I never said anything of the kind.
What have you to say?
What I always have to say.
You know my answer.
You've worked hard.
You've saved.
Enough's enough.
Tonight, in your curtain speech,
make the announcement.
I can't.
You won't. I have no choice.
You'll die.
Or end up a vegetable!
Well, that's your affair.
But you're not going to
drag me with you.
I am helpless, P*ssy.
I do what I'm told.
I cower, I'm frightened
of being whipped, I am driven.
Driven? No. Cruel? Yes,
Obstinate? Yes. Ruthless? Yes.
Don't! For an actor, you have
a woeful lack of insight.
Use your great imagination,
use your inspired gifts,
try to imagine what I feel,
what I'm forced to go through.
I do! But I need you beside me,
familiar, real!
I am beside you, darning tights.
Very familiar, quite real.
All I ask, Bonzo, is that we stop.
Now, tonight, the end of the week -
but no more.
I can't take any more.
It's not possible. It is possible.
No. You deceive no-one but yourself.
If that were true, why then am I here, with
bombs falling, risking life and limb? Why?
Not by choice. I have a duty.
I have to keep the faith.
Oh, balls!
What?
You do nothing
without self-interest.
And you drag everyone with you.
Me - chained, not even by law.
that much difference to you?
You misunderstand, deliberately.
I should have made her
divorce me, yeah!
You didn't get a divorce
because you wanted a knighthood.
That's not true. True?
You know where your priorities lie.
Whatever you do is to your advantage
and to no-one else's.
a disinterested stagehand.
You do nothing without
self-interest.
You. Self. Alone.
P*ssy, please, I'm sinking.
Do not push me further into the mud.
Sir. Her Ladyship. Fantasies.
For God's sake,
you're a third-rate actor-manager
on a tatty tour of the provinces,
not some Colossus
bestriding the narrow world.
Sir, Her Ladyship(!)
Look at me - darning tights.
Look at you.
Lear's hovel is luxury
compared to this.
I'm not well, I have half
of Lear's life ahead of me,
I have to carry you in my arms,
I have "Howl, howl, howl!"
yet to speak!
"Sir", "Her Ladyship" -
We're a laughing-stock!
You'd never get a knighthood
because the King doesn't possess
a double-edged sword.
Do you remember, years ago,
an actress, one of our Gonerils?
She was a tall, dark, handsome girl
with a Grecian nose.
Flora Bacon.
Was it? Yes, perhaps it was.
Flora.
Do you remember the night
I was rather hard on Norman
because he'd got my tights inside out
during the quick change
in The Wandering Jew?
Or was it The Sign Of The Cross?
Whichever.
She turned on me.
"He may be your servant," she said,
"but he is a human being. "
Then, to Norman, she said,
"Why don't you leave him?
"Why do you put up with it?" And Norman said,
"Don't fuss. He only gives as good as he gets.
"He has to take it out
on someone," he said.
And he was right. Because
Flora Bacon didn't understand.
Why ever did I employ her?
Her mother was Lady Bacon.
She invested 200 in the company.
I thought tonight I caught sight
of him, or saw myself as he sees me.
Speaking, "Reason not the need. "
"Go on, you bastard,"
I seemed to be saying or hearing.
"Go on, you've more to give.
Don't hold back. More, more, more!"
And I was watching Lear.
Yes!
Each word he spoke
was fresh invented.
I had no knowledge of what came next,
what fate awaited him.
The agony was in
Ha!
And I saw an old man.
And the old man...
.. was me.
Don't leave me.
I'll rest easy if you stay.
But don't ask of me the impossible.
Otherwise...
.. without you, in darkness,
I will see a locked door,
a sign, "Closed", in the window,
"Closed - gone away".
And a drawn blind.
I'll stay till Norman returns.
HE LAUGHS:
I meant longer.
Please.
Oh, please, P*ssy.
HE GASPS:
Reassure me.
I'm sick.
Sick.
Yes, so am I.
Sick.
I'm sick of cold railway trains,
cold waiting rooms,
cold Sundays on Crewe,
and eating cold food late at night.
I'm sick of packing and unpacking
and of darning tights.
I'm sick of the smell of
rotting costumes and naphthalene.
And most of all,
I'm sick of reading week after week
that I'm barely adequate, too old,
the best of a bad supporting cast.
Unequal to you,
unworthy of your gifts.
And I'm sick of having to
put on a brave face.
I should have left you in Baltimore
on the last American tour.
I should have accepted
Mr Feldman's offer
and taken the 20th Century west.
Feldman thought
I wouldn't photograph well.
Swine.
I hate the cinema.
They haven't built a camera
I wouldn't have minded
a modest success.
Why they knighted that dwarf
Arthur Palgrove I shall never know.
"Arise, Sir Arthur," said the King.
"But, Sir, I wasn't kneeling. "
Not once in his whole career
did he put a toe outside London.
I liked America.
I hated the swines.
KNOCK AT DOOR:
'Act Two beginners, please!'
I must rest now, P*ssy.
I want peace.
All you want is
to have your cake and to eat it.
I've never seen any point in having
cake unless one is going to eat it.
Ha-ha(!) Ha-ha ha-ha(!)
Everything jolly?
Don't you know what knocking is?
Oh, please, Sir -
not in front of Her Ladyship.
Well, I've been mingling.
You should hear
I have never known
an interval like it.
God knows who else
you reminded them of.
One poor boy...
.. an airman, head bandaged,
was weeping in the stalls bar,
comforted by an older man -
once blonde, now grey,
parchment skin and dainty hands -
who went on saying, "There, there,
Evelyn, it's only a play. "
Which didn't seem to me
any comfort at all
because, if it hadn't been a play,
then "There-there- Evelyn"
wouldn't be so upset.
Michelangelo, did they?
And Blake.
I'm going to my room.
Please stay.
You must rest, Bonzo -
mustn't he Norman?
Yes, he must.
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