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Magda. Magda. Magda.

Magda. Magda. Magda.

Magda.

Marilyn Monroe?

Here?

Magda? Her?

"When I dream of back there,

I dream of the smell of laundry."

"The tub overflowing and the poem I wrote,

'Magda, ' floating, soaked."

"I'm frantically trying

to collect the pages

before the ink runs in streaks

and the poem comes apart in my hands."

Oh.

He's in love with her.

"These words I wrote her…"

"Two hundred words."

"A kind of… prayer."

"And I wake in Brooklyn,

nearly 40 years later,

my heart knocking in my chest."

"And I remember her face, blushing,

and her beautiful wide-set eyes

looking up from the poem, and saying…"

Not my Magda.

Magda was my own first love.

Never consummated.

Never even really declared.

Um…

She would be,

if she was even still alive,

in her… in her mid-fifties.

Beautiful Magda.

Middle-aged.

I had some ideas about Magda,

if you're interested.

Of course I'm interested.

It's very good of you to care.

Um, this girl, Magda,

she's like Natasha in The Three Sisters.

The one they laugh at

because her dress is the wrong color.

Except, with Magda,

it's the way she speaks English.

Who told you that?

What?

About The Three Sisters and my play?

- Nobody.

- Kazan?

That I'd been influenced?

Uh, no.

No, I read the play myself.

I always thought I…

I always thought I could play Natasha.

I was thinking,

what Chekhov does with Natasha, he… he…

He… he surprises you,

because Natasha turns out to be

so strong and devious.

And cruel.

But your Magda, she never changes much.

She's always so good.

Yes.

Magda is good.

Was good. The original.

She wouldn't dream of being cruel.

Yeah.

And, uh, you have

any other thoughts about Magda?

Hmm?

One thing I was thinking,

Magda wouldn't know how to read.

Isaac shows his poem to her,

and she's only pretending to read it.

Oh my God.

She was illiterate. That's what it was.

Of course.

Well, thank you. Thank you.

Uh, what…

I… I suppose I should call you Marilyn,

shouldn't I?

Or is that just a stage name?

You could call me Norma.

That's my true name.

I could call you Norma, if you prefer.

Or, uh, I could call you, uh…

My Magda.

I'd like that.

My secret Magda.

Yes.

But maybe "Marilyn" when others are around

so there wouldn't be

any misunderstandings.

When others are around,

it doesn't matter what you call me.

You can whistle.

You can call me, "Hey, you."

Hey, you.

Hey, you.

Putting an end

to all speculation,

Arthur Miller and Marilyn Monroe

confirmed they will soon marry.

Could you tell us what kind

of a wedding you're going to have?

Very quiet, I hope.

Daddy, this is so beautiful!

I don't ever wanna leave!

St…

It's so beautiful.

Oh, Daddy!

I don't ever want to leave.

I love you.

We love you.

Daddy, come on.

Baby's hungry. He wants his mama to eat.

Mm, yeah?

Baby makes his wishes known.

Norma's just the vessel.

Okay.

Not after those potatoes.

Am I your good girl, Daddy?

Yeah. You're my good girl, darling.

Come here.

You're my only love.

Daddy, you won't ever

write about me, will you?

Darling, of course not.

Why would I do such a thing?

It's what people do.

Sometimes.

Writers.

I'm not other people.

You and I are not other people.

Darling,

where do you go when you disappear?

Daddy…

Don't make me go back.

I never wanna be her again.

I got out with my life last time

but only just barely.

Yeah, she's wonderful.

Yeah, pregnancy agrees with her.

Even morning sickness,

she's cheerful about.

And then she says, "Oh!"

"Well, this is how

it's supposed to be, I guess."

Yeah. Esther was always so cruel.

It wouldn't occur to Norma to be cruel.

If I have one regret…

…it's that time passes so quickly.

You won't hurt me

this time, will you?

Not do what you did the last time?

I didn't.

- I didn't mean to.

- Yes, you meant to.

It was your decision.

You're not the same baby.

You're this baby.

That was me. It's always me.

He loves us.

He would die for us.

He said so.

Flowers make people feel welcome.

Like they're wanted.

Mm, darling, you cut 'em

a little too short. See?

What did I… What?

Well, don't worry,

we can repair the damage. Hmm?

Come here.

Where's Norma gone to?

She's absolutely adorable.

She's nothing like I expected.

She's so well-read.

Yeah, like she's read

Rudy's book.

I'm just glad somebody has.

Look at that out there.

Oh my God. Do you guys see that?

This is incredible.

Darling…

Aren't you gonna come down

to the beach with us?

Why you hiding in here?

I'm coming, Daddy. I was just…

Darling, it isn't necessary

to make so much of this visit.

You know Rudy and Jean.

But they don't like me.

They've come to see you.

Norma, stop being so ridiculous.

You know they've come to see us both.

Darling, come down there with me,

huh, will ya? They're waiting.

Hey.

Come out there with me.

You're looking very beautiful.

Hmm?

Come, yeah? Come.

You all right, darling?

I'll bring them the beer.

I'm okay.

I'm okay.

Help me.

Help me. Save my baby.

Please, Daddy, help me! Deliver the baby!

- Daddy! Daddy, help!

- Norma!

You think I'm too dumb

to comprehend the joke's on me?

- What joke?

- Jell-O on springs!

Marilyn…

- No! No! No, no, no, Marilyn!

- I don't need this!

- Get out!

- For God's sake! Marilyn!

- You okay?

- I can't take it.

- I know.

- I can't take it!

I'll take you in the back here.

- We got something for you.

- Be there in a second.

- Settle down.

- I'll be there in a minute.

Come on, sweetie. Over here.

You're doing such a good job.

Such a good job. Come on in here.

Come on, come on, come on. How about here?

- Billy?

- Hmm?

She's not a well girl. Hmm?

If she could be well, she would be.

It's okay, honey. I have you. I have you.

It's okay. Breathe.

It's okay.

That's it, Marilyn.

That's it, sweetie.

Only just hold still. It's…

You've seen it before.

Just a minute.

- It's okay, here you go. Just hold on.

- It's okay.

Okay. That's it.

Just breathe.

- I'm okay.

- See?

I'm okay.

What can I do

to help you, darling?

To help us?

Yeah, every day since Maine,

I feel like we're getting

more and more distant.

I'm so worried about you, darling.

Your health. And these drugs…

Are you trying to destroy yourself, Norma?

I mean, what are you doing to your life?

What business of yours is my life?

You're gonna get yourself

into a lot of trouble.

Yes, you better keep a lookout.

If Bienstock catches you again…

- What's the matter with you anyway?

- I'm not very bright, I guess.

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