[pensive instrumental music playing]
Mother has a surprise for you waiting up ahead.
A surprise?
A birthday surprise.
Norma Jeane. Look.
That man is your father.
My father?
He's my father?
[shushes] Look. Your father.
His name is a beautiful name.
And an important name.
But it's a name I can't utter.
No!
You mustn't touch with sticky fingers.
So no one knows.
And no one must know, even that you've seen this.
There are complications in both our lives, you see?
When you were born, your father was far away.
He's at a great distance, even now, and I worry for his safety.
But in our hearts, we're wed.
We're husband and wife.
Though we scorn convention and will not acquiesce to it.
But where is he?
[fly buzzing]
[telephone ringing]
Mmm. My hands are shaking.
Is this room vibrating?
In California, you… can't tell what's "real" and what's "just yourself."
-[ringing continues] -[mother sighs]
[exhales] Looks delicious, doesn't it?
-[liquid pouring] -[mother chuckles]
So you don't drool on my cover.
[chuckles softly]
Do you remember, Norma Jeane, who used to sleep here?
In this drawer? Do you remember?
[Norma Jeane groans]
You! [chuckles]
You, Norma Jeane! You slept right in this very drawer.
We were so poor, this drawer was your crib.
But it was good enough for us, wasn't it?
["Für Elise" playing slowly on piano]
[father] I love you, Norma Jeane.
And one day, I will return to Los Angeles to claim you.
[mother] Norma Jeane? Norma Jeane?
Norma Jeane, honey. Wake up!
Wake up!
Come on. Up, up! Let's go!
-[Norma Jeane] I'm tired. -[mother] Come with me.
Okay.
[door thuds]
[fire crackling]
[siren wailing]
[indistinct shouting]
[car starts]
[horns honking]
[car horn honks]
Stop squirming like a little snake needing to pee.
Mother? What if the house burns down? I forgot my tiger.
[Mother] That toy.
-[car horn honks] -[man] Go back!
[dramatic music playing]
[mother] Oh God. Oh God.
Oh God, I can't see a fucking thing.
[indistinct shouting]
[officer] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hey!
What the hell are you doing?
[exhales]
We've been invited to a private residence at the top of Laurel Canyon.
The owner has a fireproof mansion. My daughter and I will be safe there.
I can't say this man's name, officer, but it's a name you all know.
He's a titan in the industry.
This little girl is his daughter.
This is a city of sand, nothing will long endure,
but we are going.
Ma'am, go home.
Put your little girl to bed, okay? It's late.
Actually, officer, I'd like to see hell close-up.
A preview.
Ma'am, you need to turn around.
I can give you an escort if you need one, but this is an order.
If you don't turn around, I'll have to put you under arrest.
Under arrest for driving my car?
I'm sorry, officer. Please don't arrest me.
[scoffs] I wish you would shoot me.
Lady, look, go home, okay?
You're drunk, you're doped up, and no one's got time for this tonight.
You're saying things to get you into trouble.
[chuckles softly]
[officer] Come on. Go.
[car starts]
[mother grunts]
[breathing heavily]
[gear shifts]
[mother grunts]
Mother? Was he here?
My father? All this time?
Why didn't he come to see us?
[sobs softly]
What? What?
-[Norma Jeane grunts, cries] -[mother yelling]
[sobbing]
[mother sniffles and sobs]
[Norma Jeane] It's too hot.
Norma Jeane, get in the bath.
Be a good girl and get in the bath.
[inhales sharply]
-[Norma Jeane] It's too hot. -Get in the bath!
[both sobbing]
Good girl. Good girl. Okay.
[woman] Because she loved the child and wished to spare her grief.
Because the child was her own secret self, exposed.
[mother shouting distortedly]
[woman] Because the very father of the child had wished it not to be born.
[mother exclaims]
[woman] Because he had given her money, scattering bills across the bed.
Because he told her he had never loved her.
She had misunderstood.
Because before the pregnancy, he had loved her.
And after, he had not.
Because he would have married her. She was certain.
[mother sobbing]
[coughing]
[woman] Because no one could love a child so accursed.
It's because of you!
You're the reason he went away! He didn't want you!
-[fire blazing] -[mother screams]
[objects crashing]
Help! Help us!
-[doorbell ringing] -Help! Help us!
Help, my mother's sick!
-Norma Jeane? -[Norma Jeane] Help my mother.
Clive, bring her in. Cover her.
Come here.
Come here, Norma Jeane.
-There's something wrong with your mother? -She needs help.
-She needs help? -[objects crashing]
[door shuts]
You come inside with me, Norma Jeane.
-You wait right here. Okay? -[piano playing erratically]
You just stay with me.
You're okay. You're okay now.
You're safe, Norma Jeane.
[shushes]
Your mama's well enough to see you now, Norma Jeane.
Your mama's been askin' for you.
The doctors say she's well enough for you to visit her.
Shall we go?
Where is she?
She's in the hospital in Norwalk.
Sh… she's better now?
Well, she's well enough for you to visit with her.
Uncle Clive is gonna take us in the car.
And I'm gonna put a few things in a suitcase for you.
You don't have to do anything.
Okay.
[breathing shakily]
[car thuds]
[car stops]
[car door closes]
Please forgive me, Norma Jeane.
There's no other place for you right now.
Your mother is sick.
The doctors say that she is very sick.
She tried to hurt you.
She can't be a mother to you just now.
I can't be a mother to you just now.
[crying] But I'm not an orphan.
I have a mother, and I have a father.
I'm not an orphan.
My father is coming home soon. He promised.
[woman] Come on now, Norma Jeane. Come on. Be a good girl. Be a good girl.
[Norma Jeane sobs] No!
[woman] Please, Norma Jeane? Please?
-[Norma Jeane] No! I'm not an orphan! -Stop it! Come on!
Come on! Please be a good girl.
[Norma Jeane] I am not an orphan!
[woman] At least bring in the suitcases, Clive, damn you!
[Norma Jeane] My father is coming back soon! He promised!
[woman] No. Stop it!
Stop crying! Stop!
♪ Every baby needs a da-da-daddy ♪
♪ To keep her worry free ♪
♪ Every baby needs a da-da-daddy ♪
♪ But where's one for me? ♪
♪ Rich or poor, I don't care who ♪
♪ If he hasn't got a million Then a half will do ♪
♪ Every baby needs a da-da-daddy ♪
♪ Could my da-daddy be you? ♪
[man] The circle of light is yours.
It's a circle of light and attention.
You enclose yourself in the circle.
You carry it with you wherever you go.
You're going to imagine that next to your own real body,
is the imaginary body of your character,
whom you've created with your mind.
♪ Every baby needs a da-da-daddy ♪
♪ With silver in his hair… ♪
Daddy, I couldn't imagine what to wear.
You look fine.
Are you sure?
[sighs] I mean, I'm so jumpy.
Just don't be late for your appointment at 5:00.
As if I would be late. My God.
Don't you see, Norma Jeane?
The future is in the palm of your hand.
[Norma Jeane] Marilyn Monroe for Mr. Z?
"Imagine, to know every night
that differing hundreds of people love you."
"They want you."
"You belong."
"Just that alone is worth anything."
[Mr. Z panting]
"You carry it with you wherever you go."
"The circle of light is yours."
♪ Every baby needs a da-da-daddy In case she runs aground ♪
♪ Every baby needs a da-da-daddy ♪
♪ To keep her safe and sound ♪
♪ Yes, we feel just like Red Riding Hood ♪
♪ 'Cause the wolves are awful hungry… ♪
[man] You don't have to read.
I don't understand.
[man] You're in. You're cast. If your name is Marilyn Monroe.
Yes, that's me.
[splutters] But I don't understand.
Do you see that man? That's Max Fabian, the producer.
Now go and do yourself some good.
Why do they always look like unhappy rabbits?
'Cause that's what they are. Now go and make him happy.
♪ Oh, every baby needs a da-da-daddy ♪
♪ Could my da-daddy be you? ♪
[Norma Jeane screaming]
[playwright] It's all right, Norma Jeane. Come back, Norma Jeane.
Come back here, Norma Jeane.
[screaming continues]
Hey. It's okay.
[screams]
[breathing heavily]
It's okay.
-[playwright] It's all right, Norma Jeane. -[sighs]
[playwright] Hey. Everything's all right.
[exhales]
[playwright] Norma Jeane? What were you thinking of?
I wasn't thinking.
[chuckles softly]
Um, maybe…
[sighs, sniffles]
…I was remembering?
[bell buzzes]
-[machine beeps] -[bell rings]
[sighs]
I… I read the script, the whole script.
It's, um… such a strange, disturbing story.
This mentally unbalanced woman almost killing a little girl.
Like a novel by Dostoyevsky, where you feel sympathy for the criminal
and don't wish to see her punished.
[director] Oh, you've read Dostoyevsky, have you, honey?
[chuckles] All right.
-[man coughs] -[Norma Jeane clears throat]
[director] Well, Miss Monroe, let's, uh… let's begin.
Miss Monroe?
[breath trembling]
You go back now. Go back.
[man] "She yours?"
No. She doesn't belong to me.
This isn't your room. You go back in there and go to sleep.
[man] "She's crying."
If you don't pay any attention to them, they stop.
"I think I'd better leave before twins pop out of the closet."
But you haven't any reason to leave now.
"Sure, I have. I want to."
I'll go with you.
-Let's go dancing. -[man] "What's the matter with you?"
"You're supposed to be here with that kid."
Then stay.
She won't bother you anymore.
[man] "You bother me."
"I can't figure you out."
I'll be any way you want me to be.
[man] "Why? Why is it so important?"
Because…
I belong with you, Philip.
I didn't think you were ever coming back.
"I'm Jed, Nell."
"I'm not the man you think I am."
"Remember?"
"Remember Philip?"
Yes.
[man] "Now, think back."
"Think."
"What did he look like?"
[Norma Jeane gasps] He had…
brown eyes.
Shiny black hair.
"I'm not Philip. I'm Jed, Nell."
"I'm Jed."
People's names…
You're not him.
You never were.
Thank you, Miss Monroe.
[sniffles]
[exhales]
Please. [exhales]
Can I try again?
Oh…
I… [exhales] I know I could be Nell.
I think I am Nell.
She's a sleepwalker.
She doesn't see him. She sees her dead fiancé.
She's trapped in delusion.
But where does dreaming end and madness begin?
Anyway, isn't all love based on delusion?
[whispers] It was beautiful… [continues indistinctly]
-I really wanted… -Thank you, John. Thank you, gentlemen.
[man] That was, uh…
We'll hear from you.
[man] …pretty bad, wasn't it?
Like, um,
watching a mental patient, maybe.
Not acting. No technique.
People like that, you can see why they're drawn to acting.
Because the actor in her role always knows who she is.
What do you think, boss?
[director coughing]
Sweet Jesus.
Look at the ass on that little girl.
[Norma Jeane] Are you sure a visit with her won't be too upsetting?
[doctor] Upsetting to your mother or to you, Miss Baker?
I haven't seen my mother in ten years.
[patients shouting]
Those are some of our more troubled patients.
Here we are.
Oh, Mother.
[sobbing]
Mother?
Mother, it's me. It's me, Norma Jeane.
[sniffles, exhales tearfully]
Mother, it's so nice here.
Isn't it nice here?
Are you warmer now?
Oh, this shawl, it's so pretty on you.
It's been so exciting this past year.
So wonderful. Like a fairy tale.
Sometimes, I can't believe it.
I'm under contract at the studio.
Where you used to work.
I can make a living just being photographed.
I guess there isn't any Norma Jeane, is there?
Mother?
My father was under contract to the studio, you said.
Around 1925?
I've been sneaking around there trying to find his picture in the files--
[mother] Where's my daughter?
They said my daughter was coming.
I don't know you. Who are you?
[director] And cut.
[mother] Yes, cut. Don't be a coward. Cut.
Do it!
[indistinct chatter]
[man] You all right?
Hey.
Hey, what's wrong? You okay?
Dee-Dee, it's okay. I have it. We're fine, thank you.
-[Norma Jeane cries] -[man] Oh, dear.
Hey, that's all right. Everything is okay. Thank you.
Give us a second.
[breathing heavily]
[announcer] Marilyn Monroe, a rising new Hollywood talent
proves herself a strong dynamic presence in this darkly disturbing thriller.
Also starring Richard Widmark.
Her portrayal of a mentally unbalanced young babysitter
is so chillingly convincing--
Mr. Shinn, at the premiere, I shut my eyes a lot.
I couldn't believe that girl was me.
But everyone in the audience would think it was me, Nell.
And later at the party, Marilyn.
[Shinn over telephone] Are you on painkillers?
Is it your period?
Oh.
No. No, it's not.
Um, what business of yours--
[Shinn] Sweetheart, the next film is going to be terrific, I promise you.
A whole lot classier than Don't Bother,
which I think is a stagy piece of crap except for you, but don't quote me.
["Für Elise" playing on piano]
["Für Elise" ends]
[ethereal melody playing on piano]
[man 1] Marilyn deserves better than this.
Marilyn is gonna be a star.
[sniffs]
This place…
Know what it smells of?
Dreary old love-paste.
Nothing more dreary than rancid old love-paste.
You know, we've performed in porn films.
Just for the hell of it. Not for cash.
I didn't sneer at the cash. I never do.
-[man 2 chuckles] -She's a prude.
Miss Golden Dreams of all people.
[pills rattle]
The human body is meant to be seen.
Admired and…
desired.
Not hidden away like some ugly festering wound.
[man 1] There's plenty of bodies that should be hidden away.
But not yours, Cassie, and not mine.
And for sure not our girl Norma's.
What are you doing?
Are you looking at her?
Can you see her?
I like to watch myself in the mirror.
I like to watch myself on the toilet even.
In our household, my father, Chaplin,
was all the magic.
He drew all the light into himself
until there was nothing left inside me but numbness.
Like sleep.
Only in the mirror could I see myself.
Anything I did in the mirror,
I could hear waves and waves of applause.
[ethereal music playing]
Look, Norma Jeane.
There she is.
Your magic friend.
[Cass] Were you waiting for us?
Norma?
Yes.
Were you starved for us?
Yes.
But don't be nice to us.
[man 1] Yeah. Like feeding a cobra.
I'd use a ten-foot stick on me, myself.
[moaning]
♪ Take me, take me ♪
♪ Thrill me, thrill me ♪
♪ Take me ♪
♪ This is the moment Oh, thrill me ♪
♪ Take me, take me in your arms… ♪
[announcer] She sang of love just as she lived for love.
Like a Lorelei, flaunting her charms as she lured men on and on
to their eternal destruction.
It's Marilyn Monroe, skyrocketing to new dramatic heights.
When a man took her loveliness in his arms,
he took his life in his hands.
You smell like a dime store. I know what that means.
Sure, I'm meeting somebody.
Just anybody handy, as long as he's a man.
[announcer] Joseph Cotten, helpless in her siren spell.
That is not our Norma.
That's not our little Fishie.
[announcer] But she could never be his nor any man's completely.
And that thought whipped him into a frenzy
that makes the screen thunder with unparalleled suspense.
[cries out]
[moans]
[dramatic music playing]
[breathing heavily]
[Norma Jeane] She is pretty, I guess.
But it isn't me, is it?
How about when people find out?
Hell, baby, we found out, and we still love you.
I just… I wish I could just hide in your arms.
Forever and ever in your arms.
But you don't mean that, Norma.
An actress wants to be seen.
An actress wants to be loved by a multitude of people.
No. What I really want is you.
[Cass] You're so sweet.
I hate this one. I look like an asshole.
With my mouth open, like I'm panting.
[panting]
[chuckles]
"Young men-about-town, Charlie Chaplin Jr.
and Edward G. Robinson Jr."
"And blonde sexpot, Marilyn Monroe."
"A threesome."
[Eddy chuckles]
How vulgar.
"A sexpot."
What is a "sexpot"?
Is this the sexpot?
[chuckles]
-No! -Or this?
[shrieks] No! No!
[shouting indistinctly]
No! [laughing]
I don't want you seen in public with them, Norma Jeane.
And in private?
In private…
take precautions.
Oh, Mr. Shinn, that's so cruel.
It's crude and cruel. And you… you know it.
I'm just thinking of your career and your well-being.
You're thinking of Marilyn.
-[Shinn] Yes. -Her career.
Yes. And her well-being.
She doesn't have any well-being.
She's only a career.
They know I'm Norma.
Not Marilyn.
They understand me.
I understand you. I invented you.
[chuckles]
[Cass] Oh, Norma.
I guess I do love you.
I'm jealous of you and Eddy.
Jealous of anybody who looks at you.
If I could love any woman,
it'd be you.
When you say you love me
and when you look at me…
who do you see, truly?
The Little Tramp? Do you see him?
No.
I see only you.
People think it's a blessing being Charlie Chaplin's son.
Like it's a fairy tale, and I'm the king's son.
But we're cursed, Eddy and me.
We're juniors… of men who never wanted us.
But at least you two have fathers.
At least you know who you are.
[smacks lips] Oh, we knew who we were before we were born.
You never knew your father.
So you're free.
You can invent yourself.
I love your name.
-Marilyn Monroe. -[Eddy] Mm-hmm.
[chuckling] It's so totally phony.
-[Eddy laughs] -I love it.
Like you gave birth to yourself.
[Norma Jeane] Because of his eyes.
He had the most beautiful eyes.
Because he'd gazed upon me with those eyes.
Haunting, soulful eyes.
From a wall of Mother's long-ago apartment.
Because he would say, seeing me…
I knew you as soon as I saw you.
Fatherless.
Like me.
And then your mother abandoned…
and debased.
Like mine.
[Norma Jeane] Because he would love me as other men would not.
Or could not.
As a twin.
With his soul.
There's Gemini.
See?
Both Norma and I are Geminis.
The fated twins.
Where?
-I don't see it. Where? -There.
It's all billions of years old.
Unimaginably vast.
Yet it began out of what?
Particles so small it couldn't be seen by the human eye.
[Norma Jeane] Look at them up there, shining so brightly.
And yet, each one is so very much alone.
I'll drink to that.
Let's vow, okay? The three of us.
To always love each other like right now.
And to die for each other, if needed.
We're a triangle.
A triangle can't be divided in two, like two can be.
We're the Gemini, the three of us.
Like twins. But there's three.
[chuckles]
[laughs]
To the Gemini.
[ethereal music playing]
[sobs]
Oh God, I knew.
I guess I knew. I've been feeling so swollen and so happy.
[laughing]
[doctor] My dear, you're healthy.
Everything's gonna be fine.
I'm happy, I said.
I want this baby.
My husband and I have been trying for years. [clears throat]
[laughs]
[panting]
[chuckling] Hey, Norma.
What is it? You look… fraught. And happy.
[Norma Jeane exclaims]
Oh, Norma…
You think you are?
-Is this what I think it is? -Yes!
[Eddy laughing] Oh, man!
Are you happy for me?
Us? The Gemini, I mean?
-Yes! -Yes!
[Cass and Norma Jeane chuckling]
It's like the movies.
The kind of thing that only happens in the movies.
What?
[Norma Jeane] That little tiger.
[chuckles] Oh!
[sigh
I had one like him once.
A long time ago when I was a little girl.
Baby's first plaything.
Cute.
Cass, where are you taking us?
I wanna go home.
Right?
Baby's so sleepy.
Oh, this is a vision for baby to see.
Just wait.
Norma, you can look or not,
but… there she is.
Mmm… Marilyn.
Marilyn.
[Norma Jeane] I can't take the role.
I'm sorry.
[Shinn over telephone] Are you still on the line?
Is something wrong?
[Norma Jeane] No, nothing's wrong.
I just can't.
Not now.
[Shinn] Not now? Why not now?
You're the newest box office sensation now.
Zanuck has bought Gentlemen Prefer Blondes for you.
He wants it as a showcase for you.
How much would I get?
[Shinn] Your contract salary.
Five hundred a week.
How much would Jane Russell get?
[Shinn] The deal is pending.
And Russell has to be lent by another studio.
Yes, but how much?
[Shinn scoffs] The figures aren't finalized.
How much?
[Shinn] They're asking… $100,000.
$100,000?
I'll get about $5,000, and Jane Russell gets $100,000?
And I'm playing the blonde in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes?
That's an insult.
-I'm gonna hang up now. Goodbye. -[Shinn] Marilyn, wait.
Fuck Marilyn. She's not here.
[chuckles softly]
"To My Baby."
In you
The world is born anew
Before you
There was none
How'd you like to be a grandmother?
[Mother] What year is it?
What time did we travel to?
Mother, it's May 1953.
I'm Norma Jeane.
I'm here to take care of you.
But your hair is so white.
[Norma Jeane chuckles softly]
When you had me, Mother, you weren't married, I guess.
You didn't have a man supporting you.
And you had a baby.
That was so brave.
Another girl would've…
well, you know, gotten rid of it.
Of me.
And I wouldn't be here at all. There wouldn't be any Marilyn.
And she's getting so famous now.
Fan letters, telegrams.
Flowers from strangers.
But you were brave.
You did the right thing.
You had your baby.
You had me.
[doctor] Hers is a mystery illness.
An illness no one truly understands.
A syndrome of symptoms.
Is it inherited?
[doctor] Excuse me?
My mother's illness, are you…
Are you…
Are you born with it in your blood?
[line ringing]
[line picks up]
[Mr. Z] All right, Marilyn, what I'll do is I'll turn you over to Yvet.
You remember Yvet? She'll help you.
[Yvet] Marilyn?
[crying]
-I need help. I need help so badly. -[Yvet] Dear, I'll make the arrangements.
Plan on tomorrow morning at 8:00 a.m. You'll be picked up at home.
[dramatic piano music playing]
Please, I wanna go back.
-[knocking on glass] -Hey, I've changed my mind.
My mind's my own to change.
Oh, the bright lights.
[breathing heavily]
[woman] You're in good hands, dear.
Please, won't you listen? I've changed my mind.
Please, don't. Won't you listen?
[doctor] This will put you in twilight sleep.
No, I… wanna go back.
[breathing heavily]
No. Wait.
Wait! Wait! No! No!
No!
[baby crying]
[knock on door]
[knocking continues]
[crew member] Miss Monroe?
♪ Bye-bye, baby ♪
[knocking continues]
♪ Remember you're my baby… ♪
Miss Monroe.
Miss Monroe, it's time.
♪ I'll be lonely… ♪
[knocking continues]
[crew member] Miss Monroe?
♪ There'll be no other guy ♪
[man] I'm one of the winners of the American lottery.
I know it. I'm grateful for it.
And I never take it for granted. Baseball was my life.
Baseball was my ticket up and out.
And now, well,
I'm retired.
I mean, I have plenty to do, you know, endorsements and… personal appearances,
advisory board meetings.
I guess I sound like a sap.
No. No. [chuckles] No, no.
It must be awfully strange to be a…
well… a hero.
[chuckles]
Anyway, you don't seem retired.
You're in the paper so much.
Well, not half as much as you, Marilyn.
Who, me?
Well…
That's just studio publicity.
Oh, they're awful.
The things they make up.
I know you're supposed to get used to it.
[sighs]
But I just can't.
It really hurts.
How'd you get your start?
What start?
In movies.
In acting.
[sighs] I don't know. [chuckles nervously]
I…
I… I guess…
[exhales sharply]
I guess I was discovered.
-Oh, discovered. How? -[Norma Jeane inhales]
[flash bulb clicks]
[gasps]
Maybe we should leave.
I'm afraid of some of the people here.
Hey.
I know what it's like…
to be lonely…
to want a better life.
A good, simple life.
A decent life.
[sighs]
I just wanna begin again from zero.
I wanna live in…
I wanna live in another world. Away from Hollywood.
I wanna live in…
[sighs]
…Chekhov!
I wanna move to New York.
And study acting.
Serious acting.
In the movies, they chop you all to bits.
Cut, cut, cut. It's a jigsaw puzzle.
But you're not the one to put the pieces together.
Oh, but to live in a part.
To just be in it till the closing curtain every night.
But mostly, I…
I wanna settle down.
Like any girl.
And have a family.
[laughs]
Oh, I love children so.
I'm crazy about babies.
[chuckles]
[Norma Jeane] Did somebody die?
What is all this?
These flowers.
[chuckles]
Am I a corpse?
Is this a funeral home?
[all chuckling]
[Norma Jeane] I'm a slave to this Marilyn Monroe.
I signed up for a luxury cruise,
but like Lorelei Lee, I'm in fucking steerage, paddling.
[all laughing]
[woman] Now, Miss Monroe, you don't mean a word of what you say.
If you weren't Marilyn, who'd you be?
Miss Monroe, you're cruel.
Every one of us, everybody in the world,
would give their right arm to be you, and you know it.
Oh, I do.
"Marilyn, you are the sweetheart of this and any other month."
[man] Aw.
"Marilyn, you are a whore, a blonde tramp."
"Nobody will ever love you, you disgusting tramp."
"Get off our radio, television, and out of our movies."
"You're poisoning our children."
"Not a fan."
Like movie critics.
Some of them love Marilyn, some of them hate Marilyn.
What's that got to do with me?
Yes.
♪ She is the whore of the month ♪
-Whitey! -♪ She's a sweet little tramp ♪ [laughing]
♪ I'm gonna write me a letter And stick on a stamp ♪
Miss Monroe, this is a confidential letter, I think.
He's got a bat for a cock. Sorry.
[laughs]
[sighs] "Dear Norma Jeane."
"This is possibly the most difficult letter I have ever penned."
[male voice] Honestly, I… I do not know why I'm contacting you now
after so many years.
The truth is, I have suffered a heart attack,
and I have contemplated my life with gravity.
I cannot say I am proud of my behavior in all cases.
Oh, it's him.
[male voice] I am your father, Norma Jeane.
And I have here before me
an interview with Marilyn Monroe in the new Pageant.
Reading it, it brought tears to my eyes
when you said that your mother has been hospitalized,
and you do not know your father.
Although you await him with every passing hour.
Oh, my poor daughter.
Oh God.
-[father] I did not know. -Oh, it's him.
[breathing heavily] I knew.
[exhales sharply] Watching over me all these years.
I felt it.
[father] I will contact you again soon, Norma Jeane, in person.
[chuckles]
[father] So look for me, my precious daughter,
upon a special occasion in your life
where both father and daughter can celebrate our long-denied love.
Your tearful father.
[crowd chanting] Marilyn! Marilyn! Marilyn!
Marilyn! Marilyn! Marilyn! Marilyn!
[cheering]
[chanting continues] Marilyn! Marilyn!
-[fan screams] -[flash bulbs clicking]
Can I have a moment of your time, please? Thank you.
[bulb shatters]
[gasps, laughs]
[crowd continues chanting] Marilyn! Marilyn! Marilyn!
I've just learned.
Be sure to go alone to your hotel suite tonight.
Someone special will be waiting for you there.
Someone special? Oh.
-[crowd continues chanting] Marilyn! -[dramatic music playing]
Oh.
Is it my father?
[crowd cheering]
Marilyn, tell our radio audience. Are you lonely tonight?
When are you two gonna get married?
Married?
No.
Is he here? My father?
It's like a happy ending of a long, confused movie.
Your father?
I understand that I have a special date?
After the party, in my hotel suite?
[classical music playing]
["Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend" playing]
♪ The French are glad to die for love ♪
♪ They delight in fighting duels ♪
♪ But I prefer a man who lives ♪
♪ And gives expensive jewels ♪
♪ A kiss on the hand ♪
♪ May be quite continental ♪
♪ But diamonds are a girl's best friend ♪
♪ A kiss may be grand ♪
♪ But it won't pay the rental On your humble flat ♪
♪ Or help you at the automat ♪
♪ Men grow cold as girls grow old ♪
♪ And we all lose our charms in the end ♪
♪ But square-cut or pear-shaped These rocks don't lose their shape ♪
♪ Diamonds are a girl's… ♪
Oh, Daddy.
That thing up on the screen, it isn't me.
♪ Tiffany's! ♪
♪ Cartier! ♪
♪ Black Starr ♪
♪ Frost Gorham! ♪
♪ Talk to me, Harry Winston Tell me all about it! ♪
♪ There may come a time When a lass needs a lawyer ♪
♪ But diamonds are a… ♪
[crowd applauding, cheering]
[exhales sharply]
For this, you killed your baby?
[breathing shakily]
[exhales sharply]
[ethereal music playing]
Daddy?
Baby.
Oh, it's you.
Marilyn, I…
I just want you to be happy.
I am happy.
I've been happy all my life.
Marilyn, we love each other.
It's time we were married.
Yes, I guess.
Hey… Hey. Hey.
I just love you so much.
I just want to protect you from all these jackals.
I want to take you away from all of this.
Yeah.
In you, the world is born anew
As two
Before you
There was but one
-[chuckles] -That's it, huh?
-Is that the whole poem? -Huh?
-Yeah. -Well, it's good, honey.
[sighs]
[Norma Jeane] People make spaghetti?
-[chuckles] -Mm-hmm. [chuckles]
I mean, not just in a store?
[woman speaking Italian]
That smells delicious.
[speaking Italian]
Can I try it?
Oh. Um…
Is this to eat?
I mean, standing up?
[footsteps approaching]
So, Marilyn, what's it like being a movie star?
Um…
I'm not a star.
I'm just some blonde. [chuckles]
So the hair's real?
No, no.
[all laughing]
[Norma Jeane] Daddy, it's so scary
how a scene with actual people
just goes on and on.
Like on a bus.
What's to stop it?
Or…
Or how to figure out what people mean
when probably they don't mean anything.
-[baseball bat cracks] -[crowd cheering on TV]
Not like a script.
There's no point.
[sighs]
It just happens.
Like the weather?
Uh…
You know, honey, in boxing,
they say, "That got his attention"…
when a guy gets hit hard.
Well, it's about attention, honey. It's about concentration.
And if you don't have that…
[announcer speaking indistinctly on TV]
[grunts]
I could have you hurt, you cocksuckers.
-Hey, now. -[chuckles]
That's not the right attitude.
I mean, we're on your side.
And the lady's too. She's a real…
High-class lady, in fact.
[Eddy chuckles]
What we feel, strongly,
is that these, uh, negatives, well, should be off the market.
So they can't be misappropriated.
[tires screeching]
[breathing heavily]
[dog barking]
[Norma Jeane singing indistinctly on recording]
[grunting]
Where the fuck is…
Hi, Daddy. Where'd you go to?
[Norma Jeane gasps, grunts]
Oh, Daddy. It's my fault.
I don't know how the room got this way. I've been sick, I guess.
Those photos. That's what you are. Meat.
Daddy, no.
I don't want to be.
Tell them you won't.
This new movie? No deal.
Daddy, I have to work.
It's my life.
You tell them you want better roles.
More serious roles. You tell them you're quitting.
You tell them your husband says you're quitting.
Yes.
Yes, I will tell them.
Don't you see how much I love you? Don't you understand?
I know.
I can't bear to see you cheapen yourself like that.
[Norma Jeane] I just felt so sorry for the creature at the end.
"Sorry for the creature"?
What'd you want him to do? Marry the girl?
He was kind of scary-looking, but he wasn't really all bad.
I think he just craved a little affection, you know?
A sense of being loved and needed and wanted.
That's a very interesting point of view.
[exclaims] You feel the breeze from the subway? Isn't it delicious?
Sort of cools the ankles, doesn't it?
What do you think would be fun to do now?
[director] And cut!
[crowd cheering and whistling]
[pensive music playing]
Isn't it delicious?
[whistling]
[cheering and whistling continues]
[breathing heavily]
Daddy?
Daddy, gosh, I'm sorry.
-Keeping you waiting so long. -There she is.
You proud of yourself, hmm?
[Norma Jeane] No.
Are you proud of yourself, huh?
-Daddy, don't… -Don't touch me. Don't touch me.
-Please… -Proud of yourself?
-What? Huh? Huh? -No.
-I'm workin' tomorrow. -Showing off your crotch?
-Please don't. -Huh? Huh?
You think that shit works on me? Think that works on me? Oh, yeah?
Everybody, they're gonna fuckin' know what a fuckin' whore you are!
Fuckin' get up! Huh? Huh?
-[glass shatters] -You fucking whore! Huh?
-Get over here! Get over here! -[Norma Jeane whimpers]
[father] My dear daughter, Norma Jeane.
[glass shatters]
I did not see your new movie.
Its vulgar title and publicity attending it,
these giant billboards of your crude likeness
posed with your dress lifted up
for all the world to see your private parts,
did not make me wish to purchase a ticket.
[whipping] -Fuckin'… Huh?
[father] I had hoped to meet your husband.
I've long been an admirer of his.
[thudding]
I was disappointed that your marriage to such a stellar athlete
ended in divorce and such ugly publicity.
At least there are no children to reap the shame.
My Magda.
Magda. Magda. Magda.
Magda.
[indistinct chatter, laughter]
Marilyn Monroe?
Here?
Magda? Her?
"When I dream of back there, I dream of the smell of laundry."
"The tub overflowing and the poem I wrote, 'Magda,' floating, soaked."
"I'm frantically trying to collect the pages
before the ink runs in streaks and the poem comes apart in my hands."
Oh.
He's in love with her.
[man] "These words I wrote her…"
"Two hundred words."
"A kind of… prayer."
"And I wake in Brooklyn, nearly 40 years later,
my heart knocking in my chest."
"And I remember her face, blushing,
and her beautiful wide-set eyes looking up from the poem, and saying…"
[inhales sharply]
Not my Magda.
[applause]
[playwright] Magda was my own first love.
Never consummated.
Never even really declared. [chuckles]
Um…
She would be,
if she was even still alive, in her… in her mid-fifties.
Beautiful Magda.
Middle-aged.
I…
I had some ideas about Magda,
if you're interested.
Of course I'm interested.
It's very good of you to care.
Um, this girl, Magda, she's like Natasha in The Three Sisters.
The one they laugh at because her dress is the wrong color.
Except, with Magda, it's the way she speaks English.
Who told you that?
What?
About The Three Sisters and my play?
-Nobody. -Kazan?
That I'd been influenced?
Uh, no.
No, I read the play myself.
I always thought I…
I always thought I could play Natasha.
I was thinking, what Chekhov does with Natasha, he… he…
[clears throat] He… he surprises you,
because Natasha turns out to be so strong and devious.
And cruel.
But your Magda, she never changes much.
She's always so good.
Yes.
Magda is good.
Was good. The original.
She wouldn't dream of being cruel.
Yeah.
And, uh, you have any other thoughts about Magda?
Hmm?
One thing I was thinking,
Magda wouldn't know how to read.
Isaac shows his poem to her, and she's only pretending to read it.
[gasps]
Oh my God.
She was illiterate. That's what it was.
Of course.
Well, thank you. Thank you.
[sniffles]
Uh, what…
I… I suppose I should call you Marilyn, shouldn't I?
Or is that just a stage name?
[chuckles]
You could call me Norma.
That's my true name.
I could call you Norma, if you prefer.
Or, uh, I could call you, uh…
my Magda.
I'd like that.
My secret Magda.
Yes.
But maybe "Marilyn" when others are around
so there wouldn't be any misunderstandings.
When others are around, it doesn't matter what you call me.
You can whistle.
You can call me, "Hey, you."
Hey, you.
[fanfare playing]
[announcer] Putting an end to all speculation,
Arthur Miller and Marilyn Monroe confirmed they will soon marry.
[reporter] Could you tell us what kind of a wedding you're going to have?
Very quiet, I hope.
[peaceful music playing]
[laughing]
Daddy, this is so beautiful!
I don't ever wanna leave!
[laughs] St…
[shrieks]
[both laughing]
It's so beautiful.
[chuckles]
Oh, Daddy!
I don't ever want to leave.
[shrieks]
I love you.
We love you.
[peaceful music continues]
Daddy, come on.
Baby's hungry. He wants his mama to eat.
[Arthur] Mm, yeah?
[exclaims]
[chuckles]
Baby makes his wishes known.
Norma's just the vessel.
[chuckles] Okay.
[laughing]
Not after those potatoes. [chuckles]
[chuckles]
Am I your good girl, Daddy?
Yeah. You're my good girl, darling.
Come here.
You're my only love.
[peaceful music playing]
[Norma Jeane] Daddy, you won't ever write about me, will you?
[Arthur] Darling, of course not.
Why would I do such a thing?
[Norma Jeane] It's what people do.
Sometimes.
Writers.
[Arthur] I'm not other people.
You and I are not other people.
Darling,
where do you go when you disappear?
Daddy…
Don't make me go back.
[breathing shakily]
I never wanna be her again.
I got out with my life last time but only just barely.
[Arthur] Yeah, she's wonderful.
Yeah, pregnancy agrees with her.
Even morning sickness, she's cheerful about.
And then she says, "Oh!"
"Well, this is how it's supposed to be, I guess." [chuckles]
Yeah. Esther was always so cruel.
It wouldn't occur to Norma to be cruel.
If I have one regret… [sighs]
…it's that time passes so quickly.
[groans]
[baby] You won't hurt me this time, will you?
Not do what you did the last time?
I didn't.
-I didn't mean to. -[baby] Yes, you meant to.
It was your decision.
You're not the same baby.
You're this baby.
[baby] That was me. It's always me.
[Norma Jeane shushes]
He loves us.
He would die for us.
He said so.
Flowers make people feel welcome.
Like they're wanted.
[faucet running]
Mm, darling, you cut 'em a little too short. See?
[sighs]
What did I… What?
Well, don't worry, we can repair the damage. Hmm?
Come here.
[man] Where's Norma gone to?
She's absolutely adorable. She's nothing like I expected.
She's so well-read.
[woman] Yeah, like she's read Rudy's book. [laughs]
I'm just glad somebody has.
[woman] Look at that out there. Oh my God. Do you guys see that?
This is incredible.
Darling…
Aren't you gonna come down to the beach with us?
Why you hiding in here?
I'm coming, Daddy. I was just…
Darling, it isn't necessary to make so much of this visit.
You know Rudy and Jean.
But they don't like me.
They've come to see you.
Norma, stop being so ridiculous.
You know they've come to see us both.
Darling, come down there with me, huh, will ya? They're waiting.
Hey.
Come out there with me.
You're looking very beautiful.
Hmm?
-Come, yeah? Come. -[clears throat]
You all right, darling?
[waves crashing]
I'll bring them the beer. [clears throat]
[chuckles]
[they exclaim]
[Norma Jeane] I'm okay. [chuckles]
I'm okay.
[sighs]
[breathing heavily]
[sobs] Help me.
Help me. Save my baby.
Please, Daddy, help me! Deliver the baby!
-Daddy! Daddy, help! -Norma!
["I Wanna Be Loved by You" playing]
♪ I wanna be loved by you ♪
♪ Just you and nobody else but you ♪
♪ I wanna be loved by you alone ♪
♪ Boop-boop-be-doo ♪
♪ I wanna be kissed by you ♪
♪ Just you and nobody else but you ♪
♪ I wanna be kissed by you alone ♪
♪ I couldn't aspire ♪
♪ To anything higher ♪
♪ Than to fill the desire ♪
♪ To make you my own… ♪
[scatting]
♪ I wanna be loved by you ♪
♪ Just you, nobody else but you ♪
♪ I wanna be loved by you alone… ♪
[shrieks]
You think I'm too dumb to comprehend the joke's on me?
-[director] What joke? -Jell-O on springs!
Marilyn…
-No! No! No, no, no, Marilyn! -[screams] I don't need this!
-Get out! -For God's sake! Marilyn!
-[Whitey] You okay? -I can't take it.
-[Whitey] I know. -I can't take it!
[man] I'll take you in the back here.
-We got something for you. -Be there in a second.
-[man] Settle down. -[Whitey] I'll be there in a minute.
[man] Come on, sweetie. Over here. You're doing such a good job.
Such a good job. Come on in here. Come on, come on, come on. How about here?
-Billy? -[Billy] Hmm?
She's not a well girl. Hmm?
If she could be well, she would be.
It's okay, honey. I have you. I have you.
-It's okay. Breathe. -[Norma Jeane breathing heavily]
[Whitey] It's okay.
[man] That's it, Marilyn. That's it, sweetie.
Only just hold still. It's… You've seen it before.
[breathing heavily]
[man] Just a minute.
-It's okay, here you go. Just hold on. -[Whitey] It's okay.
[man] Okay. That's it.
[Whitey] Just breathe.
[slow, heavy breathing]
-[slowed down] I'm okay. -[man] See?
[sobs] I'm okay.
[Arthur] What can I do to help you, darling?
To help us?
Yeah, every day since Maine,
I feel like we're getting more and more distant. [echoing]
I'm so worried about you, darling.
Your health. And these drugs…
Are you trying to destroy yourself, Norma?
I mean, what are you doing to your life?
What business of yours is my life?
[female voice] You're gonna get yourself into a lot of trouble.
Yes, you better keep a lookout.
If Bienstock catches you again…
-What's the matter with you anyway? -I'm not very bright, I guess.
I wouldn't say that. Careless, maybe.
No, just dumb. If I had any…
If I had any brains, I wouldn't be on this crummy train
with this crummy girl's band.
Brains aren't everything. [chuckles]
You know, it's just a network of veins, arteries… holding us together.
And if they burst, they start bleeding.
[Billy] And cut!
Fuck!
Fuck you! And fuck this movie!
[sobs]
[Whitey] Hon?
[breathing heavily]
-[Whitey] Doc? -[Doc] Right here.
Whitey?
-Come here, come here. -Hi, sweetie. Hi.
Have a little Benzedrine. Codeine?
-You're okay. -[Norma Jeane] I wanna go home.
-I wanna go home. -[Whitey] What if you get through this?
I wanna go home! I wanna go home! I wanna go home!
[sobbing] I wanna go home!
[father] Having heard of your tragic loss,
I wish to offer my heartfelt condolences.
[emotional music playing]
The death of an unborn soul may lodge more painfully within us.
So many people. It's just so many!
Why did God make so many?
[father] 'Cause the innocence is unsullied.
Of course, it has been in the press by now.
I will contact you soon in person.
See, Norma Jeane…
that man is your father.
[father] Soon I will contact you, I promise.
See, Norma Jeane, that man is your father.
[sobs]
See, Norma Jeane, that man is your father.
[father] I can explain the circumstances of our relationship
when we meet face-to-face.
"Your tearful and loving father."
[screams]
[breathing shakily]
[telephone ringing]
[Norma Jeane] Who are you?
Darling, I'm… I'm your husband.
-[ringing continues] -[Norma Jeane groans]
[ringing continues]
Hello.
[woman] Miss Monroe, are you coming in today?
No.
Marilyn Monroe will not be coming in today to impersonate and demean herself.
And you will have to shoot around her.
[telephone ringing]
-[ringing continues] -[baby crying]
[sobs]
-[ringing continues] -[baby crying]
Whitey? Whitey?
I'm going to conjure Marilyn within the hour, I promise.
Come here. It's gonna be all right.
[sobbing]
[Norma Jeane breathing heavily]
[Whitey] Okay. Good.
Baby's gone.
Baby's gone, Whitey.
[Whitey] I know.
It'll be okay.
Oh, Miss Monroe.
Okay.
[Norma Jeane sobs]
[Whitey] Here.
Please come.
Please come. Don't abandon me.
-Please. -[Whitey] She's coming.
Please come.
She's coming.
-Don't abandon me. -She's coming.
-She's almost here. -[sniffles]
Please come.
[ominous music playing]
[sniffles]
-[crowd chanting] Marilyn! Marilyn! [laughing]
[crowd chanting continuously] Marilyn! Marilyn! Marilyn! Marilyn!
[crowd] Marilyn! Marilyn! Marilyn!
Marilyn! Marilyn! Marilyn! Marilyn! Marilyn!
[ominous music continues]
[all clamoring]
[crowd] Marilyn! Marilyn!
Marilyn! Marilyn! Marilyn! Marilyn!
Marilyn! Marilyn! Marilyn! Marilyn! Marilyn!
[cheering]
[audio distorted]
Mwah!
I love you. I love, love, love you all.
Mwah!
[intense music playing]
[music stops]
Well, nobody's perfect.
[dramatic music playing]
[sped up applause and cheering]
Champagne, Miss Monroe?
Yeah, just a little.
Oh, it's just to help me sleep.
[ethereal music playing]
[exhales deeply]
[father] I see your beautiful face often.
And I wonder how you look so…
[camera shutter clicks]
…untouched.
But the soul does not always show in the face, I suppose.
[all applauding]
[cheering]
[father] Too many years have slipped away.
And I must see you, my beautiful lost daughter.
Before I embark on that long journey across the sea.
[vomits, coughing]
[father] Your tearful father.
[crowd applauding]
[ethereal music continues]
[crowd cheering]
[woman] Miss Monroe.
Miss Monroe?
[sighs] It's so hot in this theater.
[woman] Miss Monroe? Miss Monroe?
Hi, Miss Monroe?
We've landed in New York.
We're here. Yeah. Let me help you.
I can take your coat.
Here, take this. I'll get her to customs.
Ready? One, two.
-Yeah. -Oh, watch your head.
It's okay.
Let's go this way.
Okay.
Almost there.
Am I under arrest?
What will happen to me?
[breathing heavily]
[woman] Miss Monroe?
Miss Monroe? You don't wanna lay down here. Okay?
Please.
-Come on. -We got her. Up you come.
It isn't sexual between the president and me.
It has very little to do with sex.
It's a meeting of our souls.
Oh. Did I say that out loud?
Your ticket, ma'am, for your return to LA this evening.
This evening? But…
President's plans have changed, ma'am, so your plans have changed.
There's an emergency situation calling him back to Washington.
He can't stay overnight after all.
Oh, I see.
[pensive piano music playing]
-[agent 1] Step back. -[agent 2] Give us some space.
Get back.
Goddamn it! Jesus!
-[agent 2] Go somewhere else. Clear. -[agent 1] We need some room. Excuse us.
[agent 2] Watch your step, ma'am.
-[shrieks] -Watch it.
[agent 1] Come on, ma'am. Step along, please, ma'am.
I can walk myself. Thank you. I'm not crippled.
Oh my God!
[breathing heavily]
[chuckles]
Am I meat to be delivered? Is that what this is? Room service?
[chuckles]
[man 1] Hang on.
[man 2] Would you wish to freshen up, Miss Monroe?
Oh God.
[breathing heavily]
This way, Miss Monroe.
Right here.
[typewriter clacking]
[sobbing]
[man 2] Ma'am.
This way, Miss Monroe.
We have Miss Monroe here, sir.
The matter being?
[man speaks indistinctly over telephone] -I see.
[man speaking indistinctly over telephone]
And just who might this man be?
[man speaking indistinctly over telephone]
Am I glad to see you, baby. This has been one hell of a day.
Oh, gosh, I've been told, darling.
[man speaks indistinctly over telephone]
[Norma Jeane] How can I help?
[man speaking indistinctly over telephone]
If you've got pictures, you'll see she can hardly be called "common."
[man speaking indistinctly over telephone]
Nor will you lecture me, sir.
Baby. Don't be shy. Come on, come on.
[rustling rhythmically]
-[man] Mr. President. -[Norma Jeane moans]
-[man] Mr. President. -[whispers] Don't be shy. Come on.
[man] Mr. President, a gubernatorial aide in Texas alleges you molested her.
The Bureau has also uncovered a member of White House personnel
willing to testify that you and she conducted an inappropriate sexual liaison.
[rustling rhythmically]
These women, these allegations, they not only inflict irreparable harm…
-Baby, come on. -…on the presidency, but also on America.
My personal life is no one's business but my own.
[president breathes heavily, sighs]
[Norma Jeane] Who brought me here
to this place?
Was it Marilyn?
But why does Marilyn do these things?
What does Marilyn want?
[president moans] [Norma Jeane] Or is it a movie scene?
I'm playing the part of a famous blonde actress
meeting the boyishly handsome leader of the free world,
the President of the United States, for a romantic rendezvous.
The girl upstairs in harmless soft porn film.
Just once. Why not? Any scene can be played.
Whether well or badly, it can be played.
[president grunting]
[Norma Jeane] And it won't last more than a few minutes.
[president] Dirty slut. Oh! Oh, you dirty slut. [exhales deeply]
[Norma Jeane] Just don't puke. -[president moans]
-[Norma Jeane] Not here. Not in this bed. [president grunting]
[Norma Jeane] Don't cough. Don't gag. -[president grunting forcefully]
[Norma Jeane] You have to swallow.
-You have to swallow. -Oh, you dirty girl… [gasps]
Oh, baby! [moans]
[panting] Yes. Ah, fantastic.
[grunting]
[panting]
[sighs deeply]
[man over telephone] Mr. President… Mr. President…
These women, Mr. President…
These allegations,
they inflict irreparable harm on America.
Mr. President.
Uh…
[exhales]
Gee, Pronto, these girls?
[sighs]
Gosh, I know you're a man of the world.
I'm not a child. [chuckles]
You don't have to worry about me.
-[president gasps] -[exclaims]
[ominous music playing]
[agent 1, distortedly] Monroe… Miss Monroe.
Come on. Just get up.
-Get up. Get… Just… [grunts] -[coughing]
-[agent 2] Oh, Jesus. Grab her. -[agent 1] I got her. Come on.
Miss Monroe, this way, ma'am. Do you need assistance?
I love the president.
[urinating forcefully]
[exclaims]
[knock on door]
[agent 2] Ma'am?
No. I'm fine.
Don't come inside, please.
[urine trickling]
[shrieks]
[Whitey] Oh!
Miss Monroe! What's wrong? What's wrong?
Oh, gosh, Whitey. I thought I was dead.
-You just dozed off. -Just for a second.
[both laughing]
Oh God.
Oh, stop.
And you thought you were… You look dead.
-I need this. -My God. Have it.
[Norma Jeane laughing]
You all right?
Stop screaming.
[exhales]
[both laughing]
[ethereal music playing]
[telephone ringing]
[ringing continues]
[Norma Jeane] Who is it?
[static crackles, whistles]
[telephone slams onto receiver]
[ominous music playing]
[gasps]
[breathing heavily]
[dog barking]
[ominous music intensifies]
[thudding]
[breathing heavily]
[thudding continues]
The circle of light is yours.
You enclose yourself in the circle. You carry it with you wherever you go.
[thudding continues]
The circle of light is yours.
You enclose yourself in the circle. You carry it with you wherever you go.
-[footsteps approaching] -[whimpering]
[screams]
[somber music playing]
It's just a dream. It's just a dream.
[sobs] It's just a dream.
It's just a dream.
[instruments clinking]
It's just a dream. It's just a… [crying]
[menacing music playing]
[Norma Jeane laughs maniacally]
It's just a crazy dream.
[suctioning]
[groans]
[sighs]
Oh Christ.
What an ugly dream.
[telephone ringing]
What a crazy dream.
[father] I have not intended to be cruel.
Or to toy with your heart.
I have been incapacitated by illness.
But you are in my thoughts often.
I have known you only at a distance.
Years passed, and that distance seemed too great to surmount.
Time is like a fast river running through us.
Already it isn't.
Soon I will contact you, I promise.
Yes. Yes, but why are you waiting?
[father] Your tearful father.
[telephone ringing]
-[line picks up] -[Eddy over telephone] Norma…
[breathing shakily]
It's Eddy G.
[tearfully] Cass is dead.
Choked on his puke and strangled. Classic alky death, huh?
I found him when I came over this morning.
Cass left a memento for you, Norma.
[sobs]
[Eddy] Most of his things, he left to me.
I was his good buddy, never let him down, so he left most of his things to me.
But this memento…
[breathing heavily]
[Eddy] …"This is for Norma someday," he'd say.
It meant a lot to him.
"Norma always had my heart," he'd say.
[breathes heavily]
No.
[Eddy] "No" what?
[crying]
I don't want it.
I don't want it, Eddy.
[Eddy] How do you know you don't want it, Norma?
You don't know what it is.
Right, baby. I'll send it.
Look for special delivery.
[Norma Jeane grunts]
Thank you.
Oh, just a minute.
Where's my wallet?
Not in my purse?
Where did I put it?
[pensive music playing]
Oh.
[breath trembling]
[gasps]
[sobs]
But you wanted baby dead too.
You know you did.
[cries]
[sniffles]
[gasping]
[sobbing]
[screams]
[continues sobbing]
[screams]
[melancholy music playing]
[mother] Norma Jeane, look.
That man is your father.
[birds chirping softly]
[children chattering in distance]
[chirping, chattering fade to silence]
[ethereal music playing]