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You're thinking of Marilyn.

- Yes.

- Her career.

Yes. And her well-being.

She doesn't have any well-being.

She's only a career.

They know I'm Norma.

Not Marilyn.

They understand me.

I understand you. I invented you.

Oh, Norma.

I guess I do love you.

I'm jealous of you and Eddy.

Jealous of anybody who looks at you.

If I could love any woman,

it'd be you.

When you say you love me

and when you look at me…

Who do you see, truly?

The Little Tramp? Do you see him?

No.

I see only you.

People think it's a blessing

being Charlie Chaplin's son.

Like it's a fairy tale,

and I'm the king's son.

But we're cursed, Eddy and me.

We're juniors… of men who never wanted us.

But at least you two have fathers.

At least you know who you are.

Oh, we knew

who we were before we were born.

You never knew your father.

So you're free.

You can invent yourself.

I love your name.

- Marilyn Monroe.

- Mm-hmm.

It's so totally phony.

I love it.

Like you gave birth to yourself.

Because of his eyes.

He had the most beautiful eyes.

Because he'd gazed upon me

with those eyes.

Haunting, soulful eyes.

From a wall

of Mother's long-ago apartment.

Because he would say, seeing me…

I knew you as soon as I saw you.

Fatherless.

Like me.

And then your mother abandoned…

And debased.

Like mine.

Because he would love me

as other men would not.

Or could not.

As a twin.

With his soul.

There's Gemini.

See?

Both Norma and I are Geminis.

The fated twins.

Where?

- I don't see it. Where?

- There.

It's all billions of years old.

Unimaginably vast.

Yet it began out of what?

Particles so small

it couldn't be seen by the human eye.

Look at them up there,

shining so brightly.

And yet, each one is so very much alone.

I'll drink to that.

Let's vow, okay? The three of us.

To always love each other like right now.

And to die for each other, if needed.

We're a triangle.

A triangle can't be divided in two,

like two can be.

We're the Gemini, the three of us.

Like twins. But there's three.

To the Gemini.

To the Gemini.

Oh God, I knew.

I guess I knew.

I've been feeling so swollen and so happy.

My dear, you're healthy.

Everything's gonna be fine.

I'm happy, I said.

I want this baby.

My husband and I have been trying

for years.

Hey, Norma.

What is it? You look… fraught. And happy.

Oh, Norma…

You think you are?

- Is this what I think it is?

- Yes!

Oh, man!

Are you happy for me?

Us? The Gemini, I mean?

- Yes!

- Yes!

It's like the movies.

The kind of thing that only happens

in the movies.

What?

That little tiger.

Oh!

[sigh

I had one like him once.

A long time ago when I was a little girl.

Baby's first plaything.

Cute.

Cass, where are you taking us?

I wanna go home.

Right?

Baby's so sleepy.

Oh, this is a vision for baby to see.

Just wait.

Norma, you can look or not,

but… there she is.

Mmm… Marilyn.

Marilyn.

I can't take the role.

I'm sorry.

Are you still on the line?

Is something wrong?

No, nothing's wrong.

I just can't.

Not now.

Not now? Why not now?

You're the newest

box office sensation now.

Zanuck has bought

Gentlemen Prefer Blondes for you.

He wants it as a showcase for you.

How much would I get?

Your contract salary.

Five hundred a week.

How much would Jane Russell get?

The deal is pending.

And Russell has to be lent

by another studio.

Yes, but how much?

The figures aren't finalized.

How much?

They're asking… $100,000.

$100,000?

I'll get about $5,000,

and Jane Russell gets $100,000?

And I'm playing the blonde

in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes?

That's an insult.

- I'm gonna hang up now. Goodbye.

- Marilyn, wait.

F*** Marilyn. She's not here.

"To My Baby."

In you

The world is born anew

Before you

There was none

How'd you like to be a grandmother?

What year is it?

What time did we travel to?

Mother, it's May 1953.

I'm Norma Jeane.

I'm here to take care of you.

But your hair is so white.

When you had me, Mother,

you weren't married, I guess.

You didn't have a man supporting you.

And you had a baby.

That was so brave.

Another girl would've…

Well, you know, gotten rid of it.

Of me.

And I wouldn't be here at all.

There wouldn't be any Marilyn.

And she's getting so famous now.

Fan letters, telegrams.

Flowers from strangers.

But you were brave.

You did the right thing.

You had your baby.

You had me.

Hers is a mystery illness.

An illness no one truly understands.

A syndrome of symptoms.

Is it inherited?

Excuse me?

My mother's illness, are you…

Are you…

Are you born with it in your blood?

All right, Marilyn, what I'll do

is I'll turn you over to Yvet.

You remember Yvet? She'll help you.

Marilyn?

- I need help. I need help so badly.

- Dear, I'll make the arrangements.

Plan on tomorrow morning at 8:00 a.m.

You'll be picked up at home.

Please, I wanna go back.

Hey, I've changed my mind.

My mind's my own to change.

Oh, the bright lights.

You're in good hands, dear.

Please, won't you listen?

I've changed my mind.

Please, don't. Won't you listen?

This will put you

in twilight sleep.

No, I… wanna go back.

No. Wait.

Wait! Wait! No! No!

No!

Miss Monroe?

Miss Monroe.

Miss Monroe, it's time.

Miss Monroe?

I'm one of the winners

of the American lottery.

I know it. I'm grateful for it.

And I never take it for granted.

Baseball was my life.

Baseball was my ticket up and out.

And now, well,

I'm retired.

I mean, I have plenty to do, you know,

endorsements and… personal appearances,

advisory board meetings.

I guess I sound like a sap.

No. No. No, no.

It must be awfully strange to be a…

Well… a hero.

Anyway, you don't seem retired.

You're in the paper so much.

Well, not half as much as you, Marilyn.

Who, me?

Well…

That's just studio publicity.

Oh, they're awful.

The things they make up.

I know you're supposed to get used to it.

But I just can't.

It really hurts.

How'd you get your start?

What start?

In movies.

In acting.

I don't know.

I… I guess…

I guess I was discovered.

Oh, discovered. How?

Maybe we should leave.

I'm afraid of some of the people here.

Hey.

I know what it's like…

To be lonely…

To want a better life.

A good, simple life.

A decent life.

I just wanna begin again from zero.

I wanna live in…

I wanna live in another world.

Away from Hollywood.

I wanna live in…

…Chekhov!

I wanna move to New York.

And study acting.

Serious acting.

In the movies, they chop you all to bits.

Cut, cut, cut. It's a jigsaw puzzle.

But you're not the one

to put the pieces together.

Oh, but to live in a part.

To just be in it

till the closing curtain every night.

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