The Notorious Bettie Page Page #5

that here is

a true nudist.

Bettie's attitude

towards her lovely healthy body

is the essence of nudism.

"Dear Goldie,

yes, they made

a postcard of yours truly...

a bunch of them,

in fact.

I had a wonderful time at the beach here,

and made some money too.

Wish you could have

been here with me.

Hope to see you

at Christmas.

I can't wait to walk through those

old piney woods again.

Love, Bettie."

What are you bringing us

for Christmas, bricks?

Hope you got

something good for me.

You won't be getting a thing

if you don't stop bellyaching.

And thank you for giving us this food

when others are in want.

And thank you, Lord,

for the blessing of family.

Please shine your precious light

on our son Jimmy,

who's in mobile and can't

be with us today.

And on this day of celebration,

let us say a prayer for Roy Page

And, Lord, help us

to forgive him

for abandoning

his wife and family.

For what we are about to receive

may the Lord make us truly thankful.

- Amen.

- Amen.

Jack, don't take

all the mashed potatoes.

Save some

for the rest of us.

So have you met

Marilyn Monroe yet?

No, Jack. She lives in Hollywood.

I'm in New York.

A man from

"The Tennessean" called.

- Says he wants to interview you.

- He did?

Says you were voted "Pin-Up

Queen of the Universe."

Oh my.

How long are you gonna

make a living doing that?

Uh, you know, Mama,

I'll get by.

All that teacher training.

It just seems a shame

to waste an education.

You know I hated teaching.

I wish mama would

just let that be.

Has mama said anything to you

about my modeling?

Not a word. But a few weeks ago,

I was rooting around in her closet.

Suddenly, I came across a whole

stack of magazines with you in them.

- Not the nudist ones.

- Of course not.

Just the glamour stuff.

You still look good in a swimsuit.

Oh, I never was

as pretty as you.

Madam, as I live

and hope for salvation...

- Ha!

- Aye, I am as like to be saved as thou

that believes naught save some

black magic of words and verses.

Oh, madam, if you would

know what misery is,

listen to this man who is more

than man and less at the same time.

He will tie you down

to anatomize your very soul,

he will wring tears of blood

from your humiliation,

and then he will heal the wound

with flatteries no woman can resist.

Madam, she is jealous,

and heaven help me,

not without reason,

for how can I be content

with this black-haired,

black-eyed,

blackavised devil

now that I have looked

upon real beauty and real majesty?

Oh, he is compact

of lies and scorns.

I'm tired of being

tossed up to heaven

and dragged down to hell

with every whim that takes him.

I am, of all ladies,

most deject

and wretched.

We know from Stanislavski

that there can be

no true art without living.

To reproduce feelings,

you must be able to identify them

out of your own experience.

Now, Bettie,

would you tell the class

what you did

to find the truth

in the lady-in-waiting's emotions?

Well, I tried to think of something

that would make me really scared.

And what was that, Bettie?

I thought of what Jesus might do to me

for all my sins.

Marvelous.

Are you sure?

Okay, I'll get back to you.

This is quite

an elegant knot, really.

The more

the subject pulls,

the tighter

the knot becomes.

- What did the lawyer say?

- Not good. It's not good. Can I have

- a word with you in the office?

- Of course.

Carry on.

You're off the clock at 9:00.

What's the matter, Bettie?

Watch your language,

Mr. Willie.

Oh, it's just

an old army ditty.

It helped keep

our spirits up

while we were fighting

the beastly Hun.

Don't you approve?

I believe in Jesus.

But of course

you do, my dear.

Of course you do.

Do you mind if I ask

you a question, Bettie?

What do you think Jesus would say

about what you're doing now?

Well, Mr. Willie...

I've thought about this

quite a bit.

I'm not really sure

anymore.

I think God has

given each of us

some kind of talent

and he wants us to use it.

That's why

he gave it to us.

Mr. Willie, would you mind

untying my hands?

- It's hard for me to think like this.

- Certainly.

God gave me the talent

to pose for pictures,

and it seems to make

people happy.

Well, that can't be

a bad thing, can it?

Not to me, it's not.

But what does God think?

Well, I can't say

for certain.

I can't speak for him.

I do worry sometimes

about some of the things

- that I've done.

- What things?

I posed naked

for photographs.

Have you, my dear?

You naughty girl.

But is that really bad? Adam and Eve

were naked in the Garden of Eden.

So they were.

Oh, I don't know what God

thinks about all this.

I hope that

if he's unhappy

with what I'm doing,

he'll let me know

somehow.

I'm sure he will,

my dear.

I'm sure he will.

Did you love it?

Bettie, you love

of my life!

Oh, come on in.

- What's your poison? Whiskey?

- Orange juice, please.

Oh, Bettie, you will kill me.

You're such a square.

Hey, would you do me

a favor and grab those?

Bettie, come on, there's somebody

you gotta meet. He'll murder me

if I don't introduce you.

Did anyone ever tell you you look

like Montgomery Clift?

No.

Howie, Howie.

- I'd like you to meet Bettie Page.

- Hi.

Howie Lippman.

Pleasure. Listen,

I've got this sensational

new nightclub opening next week.

We've got a full orchestra,

a floor show,

comedians, a juggling act...

we're pulling out all the stops.

I'd love it if you

and some of your friends

would come down

and and see us.

Did you see that girl?

The black-haired job over there?

- That's Bettie Page.

- No, really?

That's her? She looks different

with her clothes on.

There will be a lot of press.

You could wind up in Winchell's column,

- and "Hello, career," right?

- You're Bettie Page,

- aren't you?

- Yes, I am.

I'm really

sorry to bother you,

I heard you might

be here. Um...

I have a lot

of your pictures.

If you don't mind, do you think

you could sign this for me?

- Sure.

- And could you tell me something?

Does it just make you sick

to see guys like me grovel like this?

Oh, no, it's fine.

It's flattering.

Don't you just wanna

crush us, humiliate us,

punish us?

No, sir. I'm sure you're

a very nice person.

Hey, there you are, doughnut.

Hello, there.

Here you go.

- Thanks.

- Hey, are you signing autographs?

- Can I see?

- Thank you.

Hmm...

"Long black stockings,"

hmm...

"200 excellent poses."

"Bound and gagged"?

"Rubber masks"?

- Bettie, what is this?

- Oh, it's just some silly photographs

I did for Irving

and Paula.

Bettie, I...

I don't think you

understand what this is.

It's just...

- weird.

- It's just costumes, Marvin.

We're just dressing up.

There's no harm in it.

Bettie, doctors

write books

about this sort of thing.

It's...

- it's abnormal.

- For goodness sake, Marvin,

- I'm not nude.

- Bettie,

Do you understand what kind of man

buys these pictures?

They're for special customers

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