My Week With Marilyn Page #5

your new bride and all that?

I can't work.

I can't think.

She's devouring me.

- Good morning, Vivien.

Uh, ladies and gentlemen,

my darling wife.

Hello. I hope Larry isn't

making you all work too hard.

I know what a dreadful

slave-driver he could be.

David. He would be lost without you.

- Just doing my job.

- And Jack, of course. Jack.

Oh. I'm getting old, Jack.

More beautiful every year, Vivien.

Well, I need you to work

your miracles on me.

Are you looking after Larry

like I told you?

I'm doing my best, Vivien.

Marilyn, darling.

Larry tells me

that you are quite superb,

- and I am wild with jealousy.

- Oh.

But everyone says you were

a wonderful Elsie on stage.

Oh, but I'm too old

to play her in the film.

Larry was quite brutal about that.

You see, the truth

is all that matters to him,

and that's why we all

admire him so very much.

I must let you work.

I just wanted to wish you good luck.

- Hi, Vivien.

- Goodbye, and you.

- I love the mustache. I do.

It suits you. Bye...

So I wasn't addressed.

Who cares?

Bull in the labyrinth. Oop!

Who the heck is Theseus anyway?

I didn't think she

would be so beautiful.

- Disgraceful!

- Oh, she shines on that screen.

Oh, darling.

Puss, don't upset yourself.

You are ten times

the actress she will ever be.

Oh, if you could see yourself.

The way you watch her!

Oh, Vivien, you're imagining things.

Please.

I hope she makes your life hell.

- Vivien...

Do you have a cigarette,

please, Colin?

No, not one of my awful things.

Remember, boy,

when it comes to women,

- you're never too old for humiliation.

Marilyn won't shoot today.

She's gone back to Parkside.

She's upset about

Arthur leaving England.

He's only going to visit his children.

You don't leave Marilyn alone.

She can't handle it.

She thinks that everyone's

going to abandon her.

Let's hope she's

changed her bloody mind.

- Yes.

- Sir Laurence?

- Roger, what's up?

- Is, uh, Colin there, sir?

- Yes, he is.

- Can I speak to him?

Colin, it's for you.

- Roger?

- Colin.

Miss Monroe.

Why don't you drop by here

on your way home.

- Uh...

- What?

What is Marilyn doing on the phone

with my third f***ing assistant?

Yes, I'm sure I could do that.

Good.

Don't tell anyone, though.

Well, is she coming back?

No, she wants to see me.

He shouldn't be talking to her.

He's just a kid.

- Supposing he said something.

- I'm sure Colin knows what he's doing.

Don't you, Colin?

I know you're awfully busy, Colin,

but if you could manage to find

me a cup of tea before you leave,

that would be marvelous.

Miss Monroe said

for you to wait.

Help yourself to a drink.

Oh, I'm sorry. I was checking

that you've got everything.

Let me.

Are you frightened of me, Colin?

No.

Good. 'Cause I like you.

I want you to help me.

Well, I'm only the third.

I'm just... I'm a messenger, really.

But you know everything

that's going on.

You can see both sides of the situation.

Please tell me everything.

- Uh...

- Relax.

I thought you weren't scared of me.

- Are you hungry?

- Uh...

I'll have them send in a tray.

I'm starved.

Oh, go... Oh, gosh, I'm sorry.

Am I interrupting something?

Maybe you have a Mrs. Colin

waiting for you at home.

There's no Mrs. Colin.

So we can talk as long as we like.

Why is Sir Olivier so mean?

He talks awful to me.

Like he's slumming.

I'll tell you what's wrong.

It's agony for him

because he is a great actor

that wants to be a film star.

And it's agony for you

because you're a film star who

wants to be a great actress.

And this film won't help either of you.

You sure you can handle that?

You don't look old enough to drink.

- I'm 23, Miss Monroe.

- Oh, it's Marilyn.

Hmm. I'm 30.

I guess that makes me

an old lady to you.

Seven years is nothing.

You know I've been

married three times already.

How did that happen?

Maybe you're just

looking for the right man.

They always look right at the start.

I'll get that.

- Hello?

- Colin, is everything OK?

Everything's fine.

Uh, Miss Monroe, she just.

She had some large packages

she needed handling.

OK, what does she want?

Colin?

- Let me speak to her, Colin.

Oh...

Let me talk to her. Sh!

- Let me speak to her.

- What is going on, Colin?

- I'm afraid she's tied up right now.

Let me talk to her, damn it.

- Let me talk to her.

- Colin!

- I'm sorry, Milton.

- I'm sorry. I have to go.

- Colin!

Let's go for a walk in the garden.

Let's go see if we can find any more

reporters in the bushes.

Oh, I didn't know

it was so pretty out here.

You should get out more.

You should see the sights.

- I am the sights.

You know, we're just like

Elsie and the young king.

What would Sir Laurence say

if he could see us now?

I don't think he'd mind.

But he thinks that I'm the enemy.

No, he doesn't understand

your kind of actor.

He's hated the Method ever since

Vivien worked with Elia Kazan.

It's all too strange and new.

So you're the future,

and that frightens him.

You know what?

Every time I walk into the studio,

I feel a sense of doom come over me.

He gives me the dirtiest looks,

even when he's smiling.

And the crew hates me.

No, that's not true.

The only person I can trust is Paula.

Except for you now, maybe.

Phone call from New York,

Miss Monroe. It's Mr. Miller.

- Goodbye, Colin.

- Goodbye.

Thank you for telling me the truth.

You'll be leaving now, I expect.

I don't care if he fucks her sideways.

Perhaps it'll calm her down.

Oh, hello, boy.

Hear you spent

last night with Marilyn.

I didn't spend the night with her.

We just... We had a chat.

- I heard them chuckling.

- Perhaps if Colin is very diplomatic,

Marilyn's more likely to behave herself.

- She just wants a chum, that's all.

- A chum?

Jesus Christ, what is this,

Goodbye, Mr. Chips?

Grow up, kid.

You know, I thought working with Marilyn

would make me feel young again.

But I look dead in the rushes.

Dead behind these eyes.

I wanted to renew myself through her.

But all I see reflected

in that magnificent face

is my own inadequacy.

You know, I admire Marilyn.

I really do, despite her behavior.

She's taken everything

Hollywood can throw at her

and she's triumphed.

That takes some bloody guts.

An actress has to be pretty tough

to get even a tenth as far as she has.

Be careful, boy.

She doesn't need to be rescued.

Not really.

It's you.

Marvelous!

Absolutely marvelous, darling.

That's wonderful. Well done.

Let's check that.

Three minutes, ladies

and gentlemen. Three minutes!

Colin! Arthur Miller called me.

He's not happy with you.

- He doesn't even know who I am.

- Marilyn must have said something.

Well, maybe she's trying

to make him jealous.

Listen, kid. I've known

Marilyn for seven years.

I fell in love with her

just as you've done.

We had ten days together,

and that was it.

She picked me up, she put me

down, that's what she does.

She breaks hearts.

She will break yours.

My advice to you is quit

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