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All right.

Well, Miss Monroe,

let's, uh… let's begin.

Miss Monroe?

You go back now. Go back.

"She yours?"

No. She doesn't belong to me.

This isn't your room.

You go back in there and go to sleep.

"She's crying."

If you don't pay

any attention to them, they stop.

"I think I'd better leave

before twins pop out of the closet."

But you haven't any reason to leave now.

"Sure, I have. I want to."

I'll go with you.

- Let's go dancing.

- "What's the matter with you?"

"You're supposed

to be here with that kid."

Then stay.

She won't bother you anymore.

"You bother me."

"I can't figure you out."

I'll be any way you want me to be.

"Why? Why is it so important?"

Because…

I belong with you, Philip.

I didn't think you were ever coming back.

"I'm Jed, Nell."

"I'm not the man you think I am."

"Remember?"

"Remember Philip?"

Yes.

"Now, think back."

"Think."

"What did he look like?"

He had…

Brown eyes.

Shiny black hair.

"I'm not Philip. I'm Jed, Nell."

"I'm Jed."

People's names…

You're not him.

You never were.

Thank you, Miss Monroe.

Please.

Can I try again?

Oh…

I… I know I could be Nell.

I think I am Nell.

She's a sleepwalker.

She doesn't see him.

She sees her dead fiancé.

She's trapped in delusion.

But where does dreaming end

and madness begin?

Anyway, isn't all love based on delusion?

It was beautiful…

- I really wanted…

- Thank you, John. Thank you, gentlemen.

That was, uh…

We'll hear from you.

…pretty bad, wasn't it?

Like, um,

watching a mental patient, maybe.

Not acting. No technique.

People like that, you can see

why they're drawn to acting.

Because the actor in her role

always knows who she is.

What do you think, boss?

Sweet Jesus.

Look at the ass on that little girl.

Are you sure a visit

with her won't be too upsetting?

Upsetting to your mother

or to you, Miss Baker?

I haven't seen my mother in ten years.

Those are some

of our more troubled patients.

Here we are.

Oh, Mother.

Mother?

Mother, it's me. It's me, Norma Jeane.

Mother, it's so nice here.

Isn't it nice here?

Are you warmer now?

Oh, this shawl, it's so pretty on you.

It's been so exciting this past year.

So wonderful. Like a fairy tale.

Sometimes, I can't believe it.

I'm under contract at the studio.

Where you used to work.

I can make a living

just being photographed.

I guess there isn't

any Norma Jeane, is there?

Mother?

My father was under contract

to the studio, you said.

Around 1925?

I've been sneaking around there

trying to find his picture in the files...

Where's my daughter?

They said my daughter was coming.

I don't know you. Who are you?

And cut.

Yes, cut. Don't be a coward. Cut.

Do it!

You all right?

Hey.

Hey, what's wrong? You okay?

Dee-Dee, it's okay. I have it.

We're fine, thank you.

Oh, dear.

Hey, that's all right.

Everything is okay. Thank you.

Give us a second.

Marilyn Monroe,

a rising new Hollywood talent

proves herself a strong dynamic presence

in this darkly disturbing thriller.

Also starring Richard Widmark.

Her portrayal

of a mentally unbalanced young babysitter

is so chillingly convincing...

Mr. Shinn, at the premiere,

I shut my eyes a lot.

I couldn't believe that girl was me.

But everyone in the audience

would think it was me, Nell.

And later at the party, Marilyn.

Are you on painkillers?

Is it your period?

Oh.

No. No, it's not.

Um, what business of yours...

Sweetheart, the next film

is going to be terrific, I promise you.

A whole lot classier than Don't Bother,

which I think is a stagy piece of crap

except for you, but don't quote me.

Marilyn deserves better than this.

Marilyn is gonna be a star.

This place…

Know what it smells of?

Dreary old love-paste.

Nothing more dreary

than rancid old love-paste.

You know, we've performed in porn films.

Just for the hell of it. Not for cash.

I didn't sneer at the cash. I never do.

She's a prude.

Miss Golden Dreams of all people.

The human body is meant to be seen.

Admired and…

Desired.

Not hidden away

like some ugly festering wound.

There's plenty of bodies

that should be hidden away.

But not yours, Cassie, and not mine.

And for sure not our girl Norma's.

What are you doing?

Are you looking at her?

Can you see her?

I like to watch myself in the mirror.

I like to watch myself on the toilet even.

In our household, my father, Chaplin,

was all the magic.

He drew all the light into himself

until there was

nothing left inside me but numbness.

Like sleep.

Only in the mirror could I see myself.

Anything I did in the mirror,

I could hear waves and waves of applause.

Look, Norma Jeane.

There she is.

Your magic friend.

Were you waiting for us?

Norma?

Yes.

Were you starved for us?

Yes.

But don't be nice to us.

Yeah. Like feeding a cobra.

I'd use a ten-foot stick on me, myself.

She sang of love

just as she lived for love.

Like a Lorelei, flaunting her charms

as she lured men on and on

to their eternal destruction.

It's Marilyn Monroe,

skyrocketing to new dramatic heights.

When a man

took her loveliness in his arms,

he took his life in his hands.

You smell like a dime store.

I know what that means.

Sure, I'm meeting somebody.

Just anybody handy, as long as he's a man.

Joseph Cotten,

helpless in her siren spell.

That is not our Norma.

That's not our little Fishie.

But she could never be his

nor any man's completely.

And that thought whipped him into a frenzy

that makes the screen thunder

with unparalleled suspense.

She is pretty, I guess.

But it isn't me, is it?

How about when people find out?

Hell, baby, we found out,

and we still love you.

I just… I wish

I could just hide in your arms.

Forever and ever in your arms.

But you don't mean that, Norma.

An actress wants to be seen.

An actress wants to be loved

by a multitude of people.

No. What I really want is you.

You're so sweet.

I hate this one. I look like an a**hole.

With my mouth open, like I'm panting.

"Young men-about-town, Charlie Chaplin Jr.

And Edward G. Robinson Jr."

"And blonde sexpot, Marilyn Monroe."

"A threesome."

How vulgar.

"A sexpot."

What is a "sexpot"?

Is this the sexpot?

- No!

- Or this?

No! No!

No!

I don't want you seen

in public with them, Norma Jeane.

And in private?

In private…

Take precautions.

Oh, Mr. Shinn, that's so cruel.

It's crude and cruel.

And you… you know it.

I'm just thinking of your career

and your well-being.

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