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But mostly, I…

I wanna settle down.

Like any girl.

And have a family.

Oh, I love children so.

I'm crazy about babies.

Did somebody die?

What is all this?

These flowers.

Am I a corpse?

Is this a funeral home?

I'm a slave

to this Marilyn Monroe.

I signed up for a luxury cruise,

but like Lorelei Lee,

I'm in f***ing steerage, paddling.

Now, Miss Monroe,

you don't mean a word of what you say.

If you weren't Marilyn, who'd you be?

Miss Monroe, you're cruel.

Every one of us, everybody in the world,

would give their right arm

to be you, and you know it.

Oh, I do.

"Marilyn, you are the sweetheart of this

and any other month."

Aw.

"Marilyn, you are a whore,

a blonde tramp."

"Nobody will ever love you,

you disgusting tramp."

"Get off our radio, television,

and out of our movies."

"You're poisoning our children."

"Not a fan."

Like movie critics.

Some of them love Marilyn,

some of them hate Marilyn.

What's that got to do with me?

Yes.

Miss Monroe,

this is a confidential letter, I think.

He's got a bat for a cock. Sorry.

"Dear Norma Jeane."

"This is possibly the most

difficult letter I have ever penned."

Honestly, I… I do not know

why I'm contacting you now

after so many years.

The truth is,

I have suffered a heart attack,

and I have contemplated my life

with gravity.

I cannot say I am proud of my behavior

in all cases.

Oh, it's him.

I am your father, Norma Jeane.

And I have here before me

an interview with Marilyn Monroe

in the new Pageant.

Reading it, it brought tears to my eyes

when you said

that your mother has been hospitalized,

and you do not know your father.

Although you await him

with every passing hour.

Oh, my poor daughter.

Oh God.

- I did not know.

- Oh, it's him.

I knew.

Watching over me all these years.

I felt it.

I will contact you again soon,

Norma Jeane, in person.

So look for me,

my precious daughter,

upon a special occasion in your life

where both father and daughter

can celebrate our long-denied love.

Your tearful father.

Marilyn! Marilyn! Marilyn!

Marilyn! Marilyn! Marilyn! Marilyn!

Marilyn! Marilyn! Marilyn! Marilyn!

Marilyn! Marilyn!

Can I have a moment of your time, please?

Thank you.

Marilyn! Marilyn! Marilyn!

Marilyn! Marilyn! Marilyn!

I've just learned.

Be sure to go alone

to your hotel suite tonight.

Someone special

will be waiting for you there.

Someone special? Oh.

Marilyn!

Oh.

Is it my father?

Marilyn, tell our radio audience.

Are you lonely tonight?

When are you two gonna get married?

Married?

No.

Is he here? My father?

It's like a happy ending

of a long, confused movie.

Your father?

I understand that I have a special date?

After the party, in my hotel suite?

Oh, Daddy.

That thing up on the screen, it isn't me.

For this, you killed your baby?

Daddy?

Baby.

Oh, it's you.

Marilyn, I…

I just want you to be happy.

I am happy.

I've been happy all my life.

Marilyn, we love each other.

It's time we were married.

Yes, I guess.

Hey… Hey. Hey.

I just love you so much.

I just want to protect you

from all these jackals.

I want to take you away from all of this.

Yeah.

In you, the world is born anew

As two

Before you

There was but one

That's it, huh?

- Is that the whole poem?

- Huh?

- Yeah.

- Well, it's good, honey.

People make spaghetti?

Mm-hmm.

I mean, not just in a store?

That smells delicious.

Can I try it?

Oh. Um…

Is this to eat?

I mean, standing up?

So, Marilyn,

what's it like being a movie star?

Um…

I'm not a star.

I'm just some blonde.

So the hair's real?

No, no.

Daddy, it's so scary

how a scene with actual people

just goes on and on.

Like on a bus.

What's to stop it?

Or…

Or how to figure out what people mean

when probably they don't mean anything.

Not like a script.

There's no point.

It just happens.

Like the weather?

Uh…

You know, honey, in boxing,

they say, "That got his attention"…

When a guy gets hit hard.

Well, it's about attention, honey.

It's about concentration.

And if you don't have that…

I could have you hurt, you cocksuckers.

Hey, now.

That's not the right attitude.

I mean, we're on your side.

And the lady's too. She's a real…

High-class lady, in fact.

What we feel, strongly,

is that these, uh, negatives,

well, should be off the market.

So they can't be misappropriated.

Where the f*** is…

Hi, Daddy. Where'd you go to?

Oh, Daddy. It's my fault.

I don't know how the room got this way.

I've been sick, I guess.

Those photos. That's what you are. Meat.

Daddy, no.

I don't want to be.

Tell them you won't.

This new movie? No deal.

Daddy, I have to work.

It's my life.

You tell them you want better roles.

More serious roles.

You tell them you're quitting.

You tell them

your husband says you're quitting.

Yes.

Yes, I will tell them.

Don't you see how much I love you?

Don't you understand?

I know.

I can't bear to see you

cheapen yourself like that.

I just felt so sorry

for the creature at the end.

"Sorry for the creature"?

What'd you want him to do? Marry the girl?

He was kind of scary-looking,

but he wasn't really all bad.

I think he just craved a little affection,

you know?

A sense of being loved

and needed and wanted.

That's a very interesting point of view.

You feel the breeze

from the subway? Isn't it delicious?

Sort of cools the ankles, doesn't it?

What do you think would be fun to do now?

And cut!

Isn't it delicious?

Daddy?

Daddy, gosh, I'm sorry.

- Keeping you waiting so long.

- There she is.

You proud of yourself, hmm?

No.

Are you proud of yourself, huh?

- Daddy, don't…

- Don't touch me. Don't touch me.

- Please…

- Proud of yourself?

- What? Huh? Huh?

- No.

- I'm workin' tomorrow.

- Showing off your crotch?

- Please don't.

- Huh? Huh?

You think that sh*t works on me?

Think that works on me? Oh, yeah?

Everybody, they're gonna f***in' know

what a f***in' whore you are!

F***in' get up! Huh? Huh?

You f***ing whore! Huh?

Get over here! Get over here!

My dear daughter, Norma Jeane.

I did not see your new movie.

Its vulgar title

and publicity attending it,

these giant billboards

of your crude likeness

posed with your dress lifted up

for all the world

to see your private parts,

did not make me wish to purchase a ticket.

F***in'… Huh?

I had hoped to meet your husband.

I've long been an admirer of his.

I was disappointed that your marriage

to such a stellar athlete

ended in divorce and such ugly publicity.

At least there are no children

to reap the shame.

My Magda.

My Magda.

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