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I wouldn't say that. Careless, maybe.

No, just dumb. If I had any…

If I had any brains,

I wouldn't be on this crummy train

with this crummy girl's band.

Brains aren't everything.

You know, it's just a network of veins,

arteries… holding us together.

And if they burst, they start bleeding.

And cut!

F***!

F*** you! And f*** this movie!

Hon?

- Doc?

- Right here.

Whitey?

- Come here, come here.

- Hi, sweetie. Hi.

Have a little Benzedrine. Codeine?

- You're okay.

- I wanna go home.

- I wanna go home.

- What if you get through this?

I wanna go home!

I wanna go home! I wanna go home!

I wanna go home!

Having heard of your tragic loss,

I wish to offer my heartfelt condolences.

The death of an unborn soul

may lodge more painfully within us.

So many people. It's just so many!

Why did God make so many?

'Cause the innocence

is unsullied.

Of course, it has been

in the press by now.

I will contact you soon in person.

See, Norma Jeane…

That man is your father.

Soon I will contact you,

I promise.

See, Norma Jeane, that man is your father.

See, Norma Jeane, that man is your father.

I can explain the circumstances

of our relationship

when we meet face-to-face.

"Your tearful and loving father."

Who are you?

Darling, I'm… I'm your husband.

Hello.

Miss Monroe,

are you coming in today?

No.

Marilyn Monroe will not be coming in today

to impersonate and demean herself.

And you will have to shoot around her.

Whitey? Whitey?

I'm going to conjure Marilyn

within the hour, I promise.

Come here. It's gonna be all right.

Okay. Good.

Baby's gone.

Baby's gone, Whitey.

I know.

It'll be okay.

Oh, Miss Monroe.

Okay.

Here.

Please come.

Please come. Don't abandon me.

- Please.

- She's coming.

Please come.

She's coming.

- Don't abandon me.

- She's coming.

She's almost here.

Please come.

Marilyn! Marilyn!

Marilyn! Marilyn! Marilyn! Marilyn!

Marilyn! Marilyn! Marilyn!

Marilyn! Marilyn!

Marilyn! Marilyn! Marilyn!

Marilyn! Marilyn!

Marilyn! Marilyn! Marilyn! Marilyn!

Marilyn! Marilyn!

Marilyn! Marilyn! Marilyn!

Mwah!

I love you. I love, love, love you all.

Mwah!

Well, nobody's perfect.

Champagne, Miss Monroe?

Yeah, just a little.

Oh, it's just to help me sleep.

I see your beautiful face often.

And I wonder how you look so…

…untouched.

But the soul does not always show

in the face, I suppose.

Too many years have slipped away.

And I must see you,

my beautiful lost daughter.

Before I embark on that long journey

across the sea.

Your tearful father.

Miss Monroe.

Miss Monroe?

It's so hot in this theater.

Miss Monroe? Miss Monroe?

Hi, Miss Monroe?

We've landed in New York.

We're here. Yeah. Let me help you.

I can take your coat.

Here, take this. I'll get her to customs.

Ready? One, two.

- Yeah.

- Oh, watch your head.

It's okay.

Let's go this way.

Okay.

Almost there.

Am I under arrest?

What will happen to me?

Miss Monroe?

Miss Monroe?

You don't wanna lay down here. Okay?

Please.

- Come on.

- We got her. Up you come.

It isn't sexual

between the president and me.

It has very little to do with sex.

It's a meeting of our souls.

Oh. Did I say that out loud?

Your ticket, ma'am,

for your return to LA this evening.

This evening? But…

President's plans have changed, ma'am,

so your plans have changed.

There's an emergency situation

calling him back to Washington.

He can't stay overnight after all.

Oh, I see.

- Step back.

- Give us some space.

Get back.

Goddamn it! Jesus!

- Go somewhere else. Clear.

- We need some room. Excuse us.

Watch your step, ma'am.

Watch it.

Come on, ma'am.

Step along, please, ma'am.

I can walk myself.

Thank you. I'm not crippled.

Oh my God!

Am I meat to be delivered?

Is that what this is? Room service?

Hang on.

Would you wish to freshen up,

Miss Monroe?

Oh God.

This way, Miss Monroe.

Right here.

Ma'am.

This way, Miss Monroe.

We have Miss Monroe here, sir.

The matter being?

I see.

And just who might this man be?

Am I glad to see you, baby.

This has been one hell of a day.

Oh, gosh, I've been told, darling.

How can I help?

If you've got pictures, you'll see

she can hardly be called "common."

Nor will you lecture me, sir.

Baby. Don't be shy. Come on, come on.

Mr. President.

- Mr. President.

- Don't be shy. Come on.

Mr. President, a gubernatorial aide

in Texas alleges you molested her.

The Bureau has also uncovered

a member of White House personnel

willing to testify that you and she

conducted an inappropriate sexual liaison.

These women, these allegations,

they not only inflict irreparable harm…

- Baby, come on.

- …On the presidency, but also on America.

My personal life

is no one's business but my own.

Who brought me here

to this place?

Was it Marilyn?

But why does Marilyn do these things?

What does Marilyn want?

Or is it a movie scene?

I'm playing the part

of a famous blonde actress

meeting the boyishly handsome leader

of the free world,

the President of the United States,

for a romantic rendezvous.

The girl upstairs

in harmless soft porn film.

Just once. Why not?

Any scene can be played.

Whether well or badly, it can be played.

And it won't last

more than a few minutes.

- Dirty slut.

- Oh! Oh, you dirty slut.

Just don't puke.

Not here. Not in this bed.

Don't cough. Don't gag.

You have to swallow.

- You have to swallow.

- Oh, you dirty girl…

Oh, baby!

Yes. Ah, fantastic.

Mr. President… Mr. President…

These women, Mr. President…

These allegations,

they inflict irreparable harm on America.

Mr. President.

Uh…

Gee, Pronto, these girls?

Gosh, I know you're a man of the world.

I'm not a child.

You don't have to worry about me.

Monroe… Miss Monroe.

Come on. Just get up.

Get up. Get… Just…

- Oh, Jesus. Grab her.

- I got her. Come on.

Miss Monroe, this way, ma'am.

Do you need assistance?

I love the president.

I love the president.

Ma'am?

No. I'm fine.

Don't come inside, please.

Oh!

Miss Monroe! What's wrong? What's wrong?

Oh, gosh, Whitey. I thought I was dead.

- You just dozed off.

- Just for a second.

Oh God.

Oh, stop.

And you thought you were… You look dead.

- I need this.

- My God. Have it.

You all right?

Stop screaming.

Who is it?

The circle of light is yours.

You enclose yourself in the circle.

You carry it with you wherever you go.

The circle of light is yours.

You enclose yourself in the circle.

You carry it with you wherever you go.

It's just a dream. It's just a dream.

It's just a dream.

It's just a dream.

It's just a dream. It's just a…

It's just a crazy dream.

Oh Christ.

What an ugly dream.

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