Norma Jean & Marilyn Page #8
- R
- Year:
- 1996
- 139 min
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a direct violation
of the Geneva accords?.
Well, the uh trouble is we...
we are violating the Geneva agreement.
Uh, not as much as North Vietnamese are
but violating them never-theless.
So, whatever we do has to be done
with a certain amount of uh... secrecy.
And of course
there's always an element of uh...
danger in that, isn't there?.
Thanks, Mr. President,
for the things you've done...
Battles that you've won.
The way you deal with...
What's the matter, honey?.
You're wearing my dress.
That dress costs
twelve thousand dollars, you b*tch!
Is that the sort of language
a First Lady uses?.
I don't think so.
But first Ladies don't look like whores
they don't act like whores
and they don't stink like whores.
Stop it! Stop it!
Can't you see that
you're just going to ruin everything
if you go out there looking
like a high priced slut!
You have to wear something simple.
Something elegant.
Something befitting the wife
of a President.
Jack likes me to look sexy.
He says it gets rid
of the pain in his back.
Yeah, right.
This is better on me, anyway.
You're too fat to wear it.
Haven't you read,
Jackie only weighs twelve pounds...
Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot.
You only read Dostoyevski
or is it tolstoy?.
Can't you forget about Jackie?.!
It's just a political marriage.
He doesn't love her.
He never sticks his band up her dress
like he does to me!
You think you are so grand.
The President's whore!
How many women do you think he has?.
Isn't this what you wanted?.
You're the one who wanted
the nice clothes
and the money and the power.
I did this for you.
Bullshit!
You've never done anything for me.
But I'm gonna do something for you...
ohhhh...
What the hell is going on here?.
Marilyn, you were supposed
to be on stage an hour ago.
What did you take?.
What did you take!?.
I didn't take anything, Peter.
Nothing, I swear, that's the problem.
Okay.
I'll take care of it.
Thank you! Oh, Happy Birthday,
Mr. President!
Happy Birhtday to you!
Say, how'd you all like
to hear another one, huh?.
Honey, what on earth
did you do to this dress?.
I've had to sew
a whole new seam way up the fornt!
And it was plenty tight to begin with.
You know, I may have to open up a slit
in the back, just so you can walk.
I'm sorry, Hazel.
I can't find Sidney Guilaroff anywhere.
Somebody said he left
about a half an hour ago.
He's probably half way
to Idlewild by now.
The only hairstylist
still hanging around back stage
is Mickey Song.
He's the guy who does the Kennedy's.
Oooh, well, I sure
as hell don't want to look like Jackie.
You ask him to come in.
Hey, you tell him
I wanna look just like Jackie.
In the history of show business,
in fact,
there has been no one female who
has meant so much,
who's done more...What?.
Mr. President...
The late Marilyn Monroe.
Happy Birthday to you...
Happy Birthday to you...
Happy Birthday, Mr. President...
Happy Birthday to you...
The President's concerned.
We're all concerned,
in fact, that uh...
your involvement with him
has become a little too public
for comfort.
Especially since your performance
at the Birthday Gala.
But you were the one who asked me
to sing Happy Birthday to him.
And you...you telephone the President
from your dressing room
when other people are present.
And you put these phone calls through
the FOX switch-board.
Now, the family cannot,
and will not tolerate this level
of indiscretion.
He's going to marry me, Bobby.
No.
I don't believe
the President ever gave you
So now I have to ask you
in any way.
Now, he believes
it's the best thing for him,
and it's the best thing for America.
And personally, I...
I think he's crazy.
Listen, I'd uh...I'd like to give you
This'll put you right through
to my desk at the Justice Department.
But they can't fire me.
I've never been fired before in my life
I had to promise them
that you'd be on the set on time
every morning.
Well, you've worked exactly four
of the last twenty-one days.
Every man woman and child in America
saw you singing Happy Birthday
to the President
when you to me you were home sick
with a virus!
Ah, honey, you're all out of chances.
But I was ill. You know know that I was
So Liz Taylor can get sick and I can't,
is that it?.
Every time she sneezes
they spend four million dollars
to break down the set
and move 'em to a warmer climate.
And her arms are fat.
Oh, Henry, her arms are so fat.
I make millions for them
and this is how they treat me!?.
F***ing Weinstein --
f***ing bastard -- Judas!
No, he's out to get me.
They're all out to get me!
Especially that stupid, no talent,
over-the-hill washed up Cukor.
What do you mean?. Of course you can!
You're the Attorney General
of the United Staes,
for chrissakes,
you could do whatever you want!
No! You can! You can!
No, you could!
If you wanted to you could put them
in jail.
You...you could,
You can have them assassinated!
Oh, no. Oh...Bobby. Bobby...Oh...
God, Eddie, wouldn't you know it,
I'd get a dog with depression.
Uh...it's a beautiful house, Marilyn.
I'm impressed. I am.
Thanks.
You know, I've been planning
a trip to Mexico to pick some tiles
and furniture and stuff,
I'm actually gonna leave on Thursday.
It sounds great.
Did I tell you?.
I've been renegotiating my deal at FOX?.
They're gonna hire me
back at twice my old salary.
I don't even wanna ask.
You know, Eddie...
Being with you, is like old times.
Rmember the Ambassador?.
Yeah, I do.
You used to love me then.
You know, Eddie.
When I was little, nobody loved me.
Nobody at all.
But then when I grew up,
I learned that I could make anyone fall
in love with me...
Just by taking off my dress.
Well, I guess
I've gotten smarter since then,
so...I'm gonna say goodnight.
You're leaving Eddie?.
Yeah, I have to get back.
Hey, did I tell you?.
I made a settlement with FOX.
They're gonna pay me five times
my old salary.
I'm gonna start to work next Thursday.
What happened to Mexico?.
After I get back from Mexico.
Have a safe trip.
There are eighty-eight tiles around
the rim of the swimming pool.
There are three-hundred-sixty-seven
flagstones in the walkway.
There are one thousand,
eight hundred seventy-four tiles...
on the roof...
No! I told you, you have to walk
at least three steps behind me!
There are eighty-eight tiles around
the rim of the swimming pool.
There are three hundred sixty seven
flagstones on the walkway.
There are one thousand...
Hello, sweetheart.
Oh, yes! Yes!
You are happy, aren't you?.
Aren't you happy?.
Oh, yes, you are!
You are.
Robert Kennedy residence.
Hi. It's Marilyn.
Could I talk to Bobby, please?.
Just a moment, Miss Monroe.
Angel?.
Mr. Kennedy's unavailable
to speak to you.
He is accepting no more calls
until further notice.
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