Norma Jean & Marilyn Page #7

Like Isadora -- for your father.

Isadora?. The kid'll probably hate us

for the rest of his life.

Oh, no. I know!

What about Abe?. Abraham Miller.

Well, what about Sarah, or Hanna...

or Rachel?.

Oh, no, Papi.

I got a boy in here...

And I'm gonna paint his room blue

and not a pastel blue, either,

more like a robin's egg blue.

Oh, Papi,

we're gonna be just like normal people,

aren't we?.

Oh, do you think

he'll be as happy to see me

as I'll be to see him?.

Two guys dressed as women,

you think that's funny?.

It's been the basis of

theatrical comedy

from Shakespeare to Feydeau.

I think it's silly.

Well, that's the point.

Plus, he wants to shoot it

in black and white.

My contract expressly guarantees that

I will always be shot in technicolor.

Then turn it down.

Well, somebody has to bring

in some money around here.

So, I guess it might

as well be the pregnant wife.

I can't count on you to do it.

I seem to remember that

you used to be a writer.

So what have you written lately, Arthur

You turned out to be a full time job.

Well, that's right.

Just get up and walk away

like a f***ing milquetoast!

Why don't you write

about getting a stupid job!

Oh, Arthur...Arthur...Arthur.

How are you?.

Alive. Lucky me.

There's something wrong inside me,

Arthur...

Some defect...Some evil.

God doesn't want me to have babies.

We're gonna have lots of babies.

We're gonna watch them grow big

and prosperous and dignified.

They better take after you.

Sorry.

I'll get the doctor.

No. Pleaes don't go. Please.

I'll be right back.

Okay.

Eh...Well, you must be very happy.

No.

Liar. Come on...

Tell me how babies

would just stretch my belly

and make my tits tag.

Go ahead, this is your chance.

This is your opportunity.

Tell me

how I would have ended up fatter

and flabbier than I am already.

God, you're awful quiet today.

Never when I want you to.

What's the matter?.

This is one of your greatest days.

Don't you know I love you, Marilyn?.

Action!

Where is that... bon-bon?.

Cut!

And...Action!

Cut.

I have an aunt in Vienna --

also an actress -- her name,

I believe, is Mildered Lachenfarber.

She always comes to the set on time,

she knows her lines perfectly,

she never gives anyone

the slightest trouble.

And at the box office,

she's worth about fourteen cents.

You get my point.

What good is being Marilyn Monroe if

I can't have a normal life and family?.

A family...

I'd settle for just one baby.

Why does everything have to turn out

to be so shitty?.

Maybe God

is trying to tell me something.

I'd probably be a kooky mother,

I'd probably love my child to death.

Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!!!

Did you hear her?. That voice.

That noise.

It never goes away.

Please make it stop, Dr. Kris.

Oh, plese, just turn it off.

I'm going to prescribe something

for your nerves.

Oh, go ahead. Eat the whole bottle --

then they'll be reeeally sorry.

Oh, go straight to hell.

How can you have so little respect

for yourself when I love you so?.

There. There we go.

Papa?. How come you never talk to me

in those beautiful flowery sentences

like you write?.

When the movie's over, I'll be better.

I'll be a good wife to you, Papa.

Acting tears me up inside.

The first time I ever saw you,

you were so beautiful

and so angelic that you almost made me

believe in God again.

And now?.

We're losin' the light Mr. Clift.

I'm on my way.

I hate you, Arthur.

Really?. Why is that, Marilyn?.

Well, you're so smart,

why don't you figure it out?.

You told me you were going to write me

the best role of my career.

This is the best you could do?.

The character is passive and stupid --

she just wonders around all day long

feeling sorry for herself.

Is this the way you see me?.

Is this the way I inspire you?.

"The Misfits!?. "

You're the misfit, Arthur.

You don't know

the first goddamn thing about darma!

And after all you've taught me.

You're a lousy writer, Arthur!

And you're a lousy husband!

They need you in the bleachers now,

Miss Monroe.

And hey, kill that motor, will you?.

We're ready for a take.

No. Go on. Just drive. Go. Go! Just go!

Just get outta here, goddamn it!!!

Get out of here!

Which is it, communism or freedom?.

We'll triumph

in the next five or ten years.

That's what should concern us.

God, he's brilliant...

Absolutely magnificent.

I think he's gonna be another Lincoln.

No, no, no. Don't do it that way.

Wait. I'll show you.

This works much faster, believe me.

Weeeee!

Sometimes, I open them up

and I let the granules dissolve

on my tongue, like communion.

But mostly, I mix it with stuff.

I like Nembutal with gin.

But Dexamyl's good with champagne

'cause it bubbles see...

It's really the best combination.

Unless you can get your hands

on some Mandrax.

I once almost lost a whole bottle of

Mandrax on an airplane.

It happened a couple of years ago.

I was flying to Louisville to shoot

"Raintree County"

and I went to the john

and I managed to drop a hundred

and fifty randy Mandies down

into the TWA crapper.

What did you do?.

Well, I had to go in and fish 'em out.

My right arm turned...turned...

turned blue all the way up to my elbow!

It itched like a sonuva -

b*tch for like three weeks.

Ohhh...

That's what I love about you, Monty.

You're the only one

I know who's more f***ed up than me.

What?.

Arthur's never coming back, is he?.

Well then

he's the biggest fool God ever made.

I haven't washed my hair in days.

I haven't slept in a week.

"Something's Got To Give"

starts shooting in nine days.

I have a wardrobe test on Monday,

and I look like somebody

who's been buried and dug up again.

So, what can you give me to bring me

back to human?.

What do you usually take?.

Nembutal, Seconal...Chloral Hydrate...

Phenobarbital...

Amytal, Dexamyl...Demerol sometimes.

You take the Amytal

and the Demerol intravenously?.

Mmmmmm, usually.

Self-administered?.

I know some doctors...

I like the "professional touch."

From now on, I'd like you

to restrict yourself to one doctor.

For the time being,

I'm going to allow

the Chloral Hydrate --

it's fast acting and I think

it's going to help to wean you off of

the other barbiturates.

But...

...No more IV drugs.

Now do you understand?.

Party pooper.

Thank you.

Mmmmhmmm. Oh...Marilyn?.

This is my son, Danny.

Hi.

Hi.

Oh, go ahead. I'll see you tomorrow.

Walk her out, Dan?.

Oh, sure.

He doesn't have to.

Hey, Danny...What are you studying?.

contemporary American Government.

Really?. Can I ask you something?.

Uh, I hope I can answer.

If you were going to meet

the President of the United States,

what would you talk about?.

Of course, if you like sports, uh,

we usually have a pick-up game of uh,

touch football on Saturdays --

usually quite fun.

It is fun.

Excellent Brandy.

Mr. President?.

Yes?.

Isn't the massive build up of U.S. Aid

and the dispatch of thousands of

"advisors" into South Vietnam

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