My Week With Marilyn Page #6

before you get burned.

- I don't need your advice.

- Have it your way.

You don't see Marilyn again.

You don't even talk to her.

She's completely off limits to you.

Do you understand me?

Yes.

- I waited for you on Friday.

- Lucy, I'm so sorry.

I completely forgot.

I just... I've been so busy.

So I hear.

Well, you know how crews gossip.

There's nothing in it.

Of course there isn't.

Marilyn Monroe fancying you?

Come on.

- Oh, hi, Colin.

- Hi.

Hi, Lucy.

- I thought you were different.

- I really like you, and we have fun.

And now it's time to set

your sights a little higher.

Well, good luck.

- Get in.

- Any problem, Roger?

Uh, no. Just dropped by

to take Colin out to lunch.

You're not taking him to Marilyn.

That would drop us all

in a whole ocean of sh*t.

No, sir. Been looking forward

to this, haven't we, Colin?

Yeah.

OK. You have a nice time, boys.

- Surprise!

- Jesus!

Roger and I decided

to take you on an adventure.

- What the hell?

- Colin!

- Oh!

Get back here, you little bastard!

Colin! You're fired! You hear me?

Do you think he saw me?

Colin!

Snuggle up. This is fun.

This is the getaway car.

I oughta feel like this every day.

We have today, anyway.

We have one day to do

whatever you like.

Then we can go back

to real life tomorrow.

Only one day?

- Well, maybe the weekend.

- Or a week!

What should we do now?

We could go to Windsor Castle,

if you like.

Detective Chief

Superintendent Smith.

I'm escorting this lady

and gentleman for the day.

They'd like to look around the castle.

I need a contact name for the book.

You don't know Her Majesty,

by any chance?

Yes, we met at a movie premiere.

She said my dress was pretty.

I don't think that quite does it, sir.

My godfather works here.

He's the royal librarian.

Sir Owen Morehead.

- Hello, sir.

- Colin, my boy! Come in!

Forgive the dust.

Oh, you are very pretty, my dear.

Oh!

Gee, I'd sure like

to read all these books.

Luckily, one doesn't really have to.

A lot of them just have

pictures in.

- This is by an artist called Holbein.

- She's beautiful.

She was the daughter

of one of the king's courtiers.

Nearly 400 years ago.

Gee, I hope I look that good

when I'm 400.

These are by Leonardo da Vinci.

Didn't he paint that lady

with the funny smile?

- The Mona Lisa.

- Do you have that one here, too?

Alas, that one got away.

- Oh.

- The Queen's sorry to have missed you.

- Really?

Oh, yes! Why, she was only

saying to me the other day,

"What must it be like to be

the most famous woman on Earth?"

Colin, look.

Gee, I sure never had a doll's house

like this when I was a kid.

- Can I?

- Yes, of course.

This is me.

That's you, and these are our kids.

Oh, our daughter's so pretty.

All little girls should be

told how pretty they are.

Should grow up knowing how

much their mother loves them.

There she is!

Shall I be her?

- Are you somebody, mate?

- No. I'm no one.

So this

is your old school, huh?

- Did you sing in the school choir?

- No.

That's a lie, I can tell.

- How old were you?

I was sent away to boarding

school when I was eight.

Why? Didn't your parents

like you very much?

That's just how they do it in my family.

Well, I'd never send my kids away.

Eton is 500 years old.

It was founded by King Henry VI.

No wonder it's so dusty.

Looks more like a palace.

That room there,

upper school, that's where you're sent

if you don't work hard enough.

You're whipped.

- No.

- Mm-hm.

- That's awful.

- It's Marilyn Monroe!

Oh!

- Look who it is!

- Come see Marilyn.

- Well, hello, boys.

- Pleased to meet you!

- Blow us a kiss, Marilyn!

Sure. All right, boys. Work hard!

I don't want anyone whipping you.

- You can whip me anytime, Marilyn!

- Ch!

- Oh!

- Maybe we should go.

- It's time to go. Lovely to see you.

Hurry up, slowpoke!

There's no...

We haven't got our... We can't...

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

This is great.

Oh, my God!

What if a boat goes past?

We'll be arrested.

Don't worry. Roger will fix it.

- Ooh!

- What?

- I have something in my eye.

- Let me see.

I can't see anything.

That's the first time

I've kissed anyone younger than me.

There's a lot

of older guys in Hollywood.

Ooh.

Don't be shy, Colin.

It's nothing you haven't seen before.

Oh, Colin. And you, an old Etonian.

- My God, it's cold. It's freezing!

- Here. Come here. Let me warm you up.

- Is that better?

I want this to be the perfect date.

I haven't had a real date

since I was 13 years old.

That was nice.

Ahem! Time to go home,

I think, Miss Monroe.

Be careful not

to get in too deep, son.

Hi, Milton.

The next time I come on set,

you better make sure Colin is there.

Take him home.

You spent the day with her.

What frame of mind was she in?

- She was fine, sir.

- Oh, how lovely.

Well, go and find out why

she's not standing here

right now in front of that.

There's a good chap.

And perhaps on this splendid

day we can persuade her

to do some of the work that she is

currently paying herself to do.

- Don't start, Dickie.

- You won't get any sympathy from me.

- She's trying her best.

- Oh, dear.

Little Colin's in love.

- Colin?

- What's the matter?

It's Marilyn.

She's asking for you.

She hasn't made a sound

for over an hour.

- So how many pills did she take?

- Jesus! Who knows.

- I wasn't counting.

- Marilyn? So how about the window?

Marilyn, darling?

Open the door, bubbeleh.

That's her window.

Marilyn?

Marilyn.

Colin?

Oh, hi, Colin.

Are you OK?

Everyone's worried about you.

Qh, phooey.

Colin!

- Get in.

- Colin!

- Colin, come on, open up!

- Colin?

- Colin!

Open this door.

She needs me. Colin!

You don't understand her.

- Come on.

- She's fine, uh...

Come on, open up!

- I'm gonna keep an eye on her,

and I will sleep on the sofa.

Colin, listen to me.

You can't talk to her.

I can't find the key.

Look, you can all go home now.

- You don't understand her. Come on.

- Go home.

Oh, my...

Colin. What are you doing here?

Uh, I came in through the window.

Milton thought that you were sick.

Oh.

The window.

How romantic.

That's just like Romeo and Juliet.

What... Why would

they say that I'm sick?

Please.

Please don't take any more.

- Who's this? Who's that?

That's my mama.

She bought me a white piano.

Right before they

took her to the asylum.

I grew up in other

people's homes, mostly.

Is that Abraham Lincoln?

That's my dad.

Well, I don't know who my real father

is, so it may as well be him, right?

Do you have a home, Colin?

A real one?

- With a mama and a daddy?

- Yes, I do.

Do they love you?

I'm sure that they do.

Mm. You're lucky.

Yes.

Do you love me, Colin?

Yes.

You're like some Greek goddess to me.

I'm not a goddess.

I just wanna be loved

like a regular girl.

- Mr. Miller loves you.

- No, I found his notebook.

He said the most

horrible things about me.

Writers, they scribble all kinds

of things. It doesn't mean anything.

Rate this script:4.0 / 1 vote