All language subtitles for Goodbye, Norma Jean (1976) - Free Movies - Tubi

(MultiCom Jingle)

(crickets chirping)

- [Woman] Is that you, George?

- Yeah, Ruby.

- I'll be down in a minute.

- Okay.

(big band music)

(coughs)

- Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to...

- What's going on?

That's the third plate
you've broke this week.

The city don't pay for those, you know.

I could've saved myself all this grief

if the city had told me more about ya.

All they said was your
mother needed confinement.

Ha, what they should've said was

that she was off the deep end!

I gotta get stuck with
that daydreamin' nut

for a lousy 25 bucks a month.

("Norma Jean Wants to Be a
Movie Star" by Sundown Company)

♪ She was born in LA ♪

♪ In a lonely room ♪

♪ Hardly knew her mama ♪

♪ And her daddy left too soon ♪

♪ She never seemed to fit
with the other kids around ♪

♪ Late one night she took out her pen ♪

♪ And this is what she wrote down ♪

♪ Norma Jean wants to be a movie star ♪

♪ She wants to shine ♪

♪ Hear people say we know who you are ♪

♪ Norma Jean wants to see name in lights ♪

♪ She wants to dance ♪

♪ She wants to live the good life ♪

♪ By the time she turned 16 she was 21 ♪

♪ Knew every name on the silver screen ♪

♪ Everything they'd done ♪

♪ But when it came time to
lay herself down to dream ♪

♪ It wasn't them she saw up there ♪

♪ It was Norma Jean ♪

♪ Norma Jean wants to be a movie star ♪

♪ She wants to shine ♪

♪ Hear people say we know who you are ♪

♪ Norma Jean wants to
see her name in lights ♪

- [Announcer] In their
new marriage, Gable,

the king of the movie box office,

seems to be more of a homebody,

and more receptive to
pranks of fellow workers.

Married as he is to Miss Lombard,

known for her practical jokes.

Typical of the change
in the popular stars,

this Sunday barbecue held at
the ranch of their good friend

and fellow worker, Leo Carrillo.

Before the meeting with Carol,

Gable would spend his
Sundays duck hunting,

roughing it on some
friend's mountain retreat.

The two stars spend their weekends in--

- Get it over with.

I said, go ahead get it over with.

What are you waiting for?

See, that's all there is.

It's just panties.

- Shh!

- Five and dime panties.

Now, go away and leave me alone.

(screams)

- Hey, hey, Norma Jean it's only me.

- Terry.

- Hey, where ya been?

I've been waiting since 8:30 for you.

- Oh, I forgot.

When Mrs. Kirshner left
I went to the movies.

I forgot.

- Well, listen it's still early.

You wanna go out to Venice pier?

- No, I gotta be here when she gets home.

Last time I was out late,
she made me take epsom salts

and go to bed.

- Well, listen why don't we just go up

to your room for a while?

- Uh-uh.

- Now, c'mon we won't make any noise.

- Nothin' doing she'd have my hide.

- Well, what about right here then?

I mean--

- Keep your hands off me.

- Now, c'mon.

- I said no.

I mean no.

(melancholy music)

- Just take me home.

No!

(mumbling)

Shh!

Shh!

- C'mon, don't push me away.

Dammit, I spent a buck 60 on ya.

Now, I want some action here.

Will you...

Oh, for God's sake.

(mumbling)

Oh Jesus!

God damn you!

- Get out.

Go on, get out!

The city can take it's
25 bucks and shove it!

You ain't worth it!

(upbeat music)

- Pull it over.

You know there's a war on, don't ya miss?

- I know.

That's why I was hurrying.

- You wanna explain that?

- Well, I was supposed to
be at Skylark Manufacturing

over an hour ago.

Oh please, mister, I don't wanna ticket.

I already got one.

- Skylark, huh?

Well, I hate to see you
get too many of these

and lose your job.

'Cause you trouble with your folks.

- Oh, I don't have any folks.

- I could make this a warning.

- Oh, I wish you would.

I mean, I would really appreciate that.

- [Officer] You would, huh?

- Yeah, I just wish you knew how much.

- [Officer] You work the swing shift?

- Uh-huh, three to midnight.

Every night except Saturday.

- Well, maybe you oughta
get back to your job,

and clock in.

- Oh, thank you.

Wait a minute, is this the right address?

- [Norma Jean] That's right.

- Are you...

Do you live alone?

- [Norma Jean] Uh-huh.

- Well, I'm not gonna
give you a ticket, miss.

You understand?

- Ah, I bet you say that to all the girls.

- [Officer] When they're
as pretty as you are.

I'll see ya.

You understand?

- Okay, bye bye.

- How about it, kid?

The gang's going to the dance.

Now, don't say no.

The guys just don't
believe me when I tell 'em

you're a stay at home gal.

You just don't look that way.

- Thanks Ethel, but I got my mind on a lot

more important things
than dancing with guys.

- What's more important than guys?

Still mooning over movie stars, huh?

They're up on the other side
of Sunset up in the hills

with their big dough.

Always finding a sneaky way
of staying out of uniform.

It's another world, kid.

I'll let you in on a secret.

I was an extra for a while.

- Yeah?

How come you never told me.

- Ah, I didn't think it was important.

- Not important?

My gosh, you were in the movies,
and that's not important?

What was it like?

I mean, what stars did you work with?

Did you ever see any of 'em up close?

- Loads of 'em.

- Did you ever see Clark Gable?

- Sure, he tried to lay me once.

- [Norma Jean] He did?

- Well, he smiled at me.

- Gosh, I never knew you
worked in the movies.

- Ah, it's not so much.

I thought it might lead to big things.

I got a few days at
Paramount, a week at MGM.

Anyway, after a while you quit trying,

and you marry some crumb.

So, how about you having
a little fun, too, huh?

We take in the Venice pier.

We have a little rum and coca-cola,

and with luck...

- Thanks anyway, but...

- Ah, de nada, kid.

But you understand how it is.

The way I look at it, it's
either a Dear John letter

or a little harmless poontang.

If you've got another
choice, baby, good luck.

(suspenseful music)

(bottles clanking)

(screams)

- Oh, it's you.

The cop who--

- Who did you expect the traffic judge?

- You scared me.

For a minute I thought...

What are you doing here anyway?

- When you stopped me
from writing that ticket

you invited me.

- No, I didn't.

- You sure as hell did.

You said to me just as plain as anything,

why don't you tear up
that ticket Johnny boy,

and come on up to my house.

I got some nice, young tail for ya.

- [Norma Jean] I didn't.

- Yeah, well I'm here to collect, baby.

- I didn't say anything like that.

- Oh, yes you--

(screaming)

(screaming

(screaming)

(screams)

(whimpers)

- I, I, I

- I know.

I'll call.

Operator, police.

Hollywood station.

Yeah, I would like to
report an attack, a rape.

- I didn't mean anything.

I didn't.

I just smiled at him.

- Yes.

No, I'm a friend of a friend.

- I didn't ask him to come here.

I didn't want him to touch me.

I don't want anybody to touch me!

- It's 1346 North Sycamore in the back.

- Why don't men keep their hands off me?

- No, I don't know her, but she--

- Damned hands always touching me.

- But there's a girl
here in a lot of trouble.

1346 North Sycamore.

My name is Ralph Johnson,
Corporal Ralph Johnson.

Yeah, okay thanks.

(gasps)

- Get away from me.

I don't want you to touch me.

I'm sick of it, do you hear?!

Someone said that I asked for it!

Keep away from me, you hear?!

Go fuck somebody else!

Mama?

Mama, he won't leave me alone.

Mama, make him keep his hands off of me.

Mama, make him keep his hands off of me.

- Now, just a sedative to
make you sleep for a while.

Try to relax.

Everything's gonna be okay.

- I'm not an orphan.

I'm not an orphan.

Love me, please.

Please.

- [Woman] She's nuts!

- You won't be sorry.

Last year's party, they
had a big named band,

Woody Herman.

This year, it's gonna
be dritfin' and dreamin'

with Orrin Tucker.

Anyway, you gotta go.

They're choosing Miss Whammo-Ammo girl.

Five'll get you ten
they'll nail you for it.

- Hi, little match girl.

- Hiya, soldier.

- Wanna be somebody?

- [Announcer] And now, from
the lovely Myron's ballroom

overlooking the blue Pacific ocean

Orrin Tucker and his orchestra.

(slow big band music)

(crowd clapping)

- [Announcer] Ladies and gentlemen,

as you know, tonight we have the finals

for the Miss Whammo-Ammo contest.

The finalists are all here.

Well, almost all.

We're still hoping that
Skylark contestant will show.

Now, the girls represent
subcontractors and the big

war plants in and around
the greater Los Angeles area

that are doing so much to make sure

that we have a short war.

- And now, ladies and
gentlemen, here's that little

lady from Lockheed in Burbank, Miss P-38.

(crowd clapping)

And those are her honest
measurements, too.

38-24-38.

Huzzah!

(crowd cheering)

And if you could say just a word or two

to all those servicemen
overseas, what would it be?

- I just wanna be your Miss Whammo-Ammo.

(crowd clapping)

- Are we too late?

- No, you're just under the wire.

Listen, I've got something to tell you.

Now, look from the time, the very second,

that you go up on that stage you're on.

Okay?

Don't look at the judges.

For God's sake whatever you do,

don't you look at that prize.

You've got one thing to do.

You look at those gyrenes,
and you look at those

dog-faced soldier boys,

and you look at those sailors,

and you get those guys to feeling that

they're the only guys in the world.

The only guys in the world.

I want those guys to be
thinking when they look at you,

I could have that,

so when they go back to
those lonely ol' barracks

that they have to go
to, and they're laying

in their bunks at night and it's dark,

and they're all by themselves.

- There's no one else in the world.

- Well--

- [Man] Hey Steve, there's
the kid from Skylark.

Give her a break, will you?

- And now, from Skylark
Manufacturing Company.

A perky little miss.

Norma Jean Baker.

(crowd clapping)

- [Announcer] Be ashamed
to come this close--

- Hit her with it.

- And now, Norma Jean,
if you had the chance

what would you say to
all our boys overseas?

- I...

- Heat it up a little.

- Hurry home.

(crowd clapping)

(crowd cheering)

- [Announcer] Here comes those roses,

and you know what that means.

(crowd clapping)

(slow big band music)

- You did it!

You did it!

You did it!

- Tell me, Ralph.

Am I dreaming?

- Want me to pinch ya?

(laughs)

No, no, you're not dreaming.

Cinderella.

No, you don't have to be home by midnight,

and that war bond isn't
gonna turn into a pumpkin.

And you are now Miss Whammo-Ammo!

- I am somebody.

I really am somebody.

- Oh, you are.

You really are.

- Thanks to you.

- No, not thanks to me.

I got you up there, but
after that it was you,

and it was you all the way.

- The on my way movie.

I'm gonna be a movie star.

- Oh sure, and I'm gonna
be a five-star general.

- Don't laugh.

I mean it.

I'm gonna be a movie star.

You just wait and see.

I'm going to be a movie star.

(upbeat music)

- [Ralph] I've been thinking
about this Tijuana weekend.

Are you sure you wanna go through with it?

- [Norma Jean] Why not, don't you?

Besides, we're gonna
get married, aren't we?

- [Ralph] As Jane or
John Doe, or somebody.

That Mexican wedding dance
isn't gonna mean anything.

- Not legally maybe, but it
will make me feel better.

A lot of the girls at the war
plants take the Tijuana run

and get married under phony
names, just for a weekend.

Their husbands never know.

- [Ralph] What about your husband?

- [Norma Jean] We promised
not to talk about that.

(romantic music)

(speaking in a foreign language)

- [Ralph] I do.

(speaking in a foreign language)

- I would cherish you forever if you

were just honest with me.

I never like making love.

Never.

Except for just now, of course.

You know, I used to listen
to the girls talk about it.

Screwing in the sand,

in the backseat of cars,

the front seat of cars,

in bed,

anywhere.

But I never knew what
they're talking about

when their face lights up.

It's just that, I don't enjoy actual sex

the way most girls do.

I enjoy you being close to me,

touching me,

but the other stuff scares me

and brings back all
kinds of black memories.

I like seeing you so happy and relaxed.

It's different with you.

Maybe I just need a little more time.

Come here.

Lie down.

But don't touch me.

But just lie down and let
me do the touching for once.

Let me make the first move.

Lie down.

Close your eyes.

(upbeat music)

- Well, I'm really sorry.

Well, we'll try again, thank you.

Bye bye.

- Hi, four o'clock's here.

Ralph Johnson sent her over.

I don't know.

She doesn't look like too much to me.

I could have her come back.

- No, no, Ralph has a good eye.

Send her in.

- Okay.

- What did Ralph tell you about me?

- Well, he said you
were a mean old bastard,

but he loves you.

(laughing)

- You show too much gum when you smile.

The bee-stung lips went
out with Clara Bow.

And you need some makeup lessons.

Stand up and turn around,
let me take a look at you.

Possibilities.

Ever done anything for the pulps?

- Huh?

- Pulps.

True Detective, Love
Story, that sort of thing.

- [Norma Jean] No.

- I'm gonna send you out
on a couple of interviews.

They don't pay much, but it's a start.

And you're green from head to toe,

so, we'll give you a little seasoning.

If you work for me,
you'd better understand

I don't tolerate tardiness,

I don't loan money to models,

and I don't know any abortionists.

Your love life is your business

as long as it doesn't interfere with work.

And when clients stop calling for you,

I stop calling for you.

Understood?

- [Norma Jean] Understood.

- One more thing.

These cheap magazines
come and go like the clap.

What you'll have to go through is like

the perils of Pauline.

I don't envy you.

You won't like most of what you're doing,

but it's a living.

You'll meet every kind
of creep and deviant

you've ever heard about,
and some new ones, too.

But somewhere along the line,

we'll find out what you're made of.

Joan, let me speak to Danny.

(fast-paced music)

- Jesus loves me this I know.

The Bible tells me so.

(humming)

Yes, Jesus loves me.

Hello, Mama.

I'm getting there.

- It's okay, I'll wait.

(suspenseful music)

(knocking)

- Yes?

Oh, hi.

Come in.

- The agency said that
you should sign this

since they've never
sent you anyone before.

- Sure, sure, kid.

Can't be too careful now, can we?

You know there are
photographers who run up

a dozen sessions and then
skip town to save a few bucks.

Would you believe that?

Huh?

Huh?

The reason you don't know of me,

I've been mooning in
high fashion, you know,

Vogue that sort of thing.

See, these action covers are new to me,

but when they offer a fortune for a cover,

well you know how it is, huh kid?

My regular studio over on Wilshire is just

too fancy for the shot we need.

So, I borrowed this place
to get the mood, you see?

Now, you just go to the
dressing area there,

and put on this.

I'll load some color and we'll go to.

Okay, kid?

- No special makeup?

- No, we're looking for realism.

Go on.

Oh c'mon, Baxter, you
gotta do better than that.

Did you see that walk?

Look at that body.

This is really gonna
turn out to be something.

- That's 20 bucks.

- Of course if you want me to call it off,

but we went to a lot of trouble
to set this up, you know.

Bless you.

C'mon, hurry up.

I'm ready for ya.

Ah, there she is.

That's it.

Crooked revenue officer has trapped you

and your guy in a shack.

He's got a gun on the boyfriend tryin'

to find out where the dough is.

Now, the first thing he does to make sure

that you don't run off
and queer the shakedown

is to handcuff ya to
the brass bed, got it?

C'mon, it's easy.

Very easy.

It doesn't hurt a bit.

Oh, also your screaming
may bring some hick

from across the creek,

so the revenuer he's a smart guy.

He decides he has to shut ya up, see?

There.

Doesn't hurt a bit, does it?

There we go.

Looks real nice.

Yeah.

Okay, how about this, huh?

Can we see this?

(mellow music)

(knocking)

- It's open.

- How you feelin'?

- [Norma Jean] Lousy.

I can never get any sleep.

Bad taste in my mouth.

Sometimes, I just, I get so sick of men.

- [Ralph] I'm sorry you
had to go through that.

- I was dumb.

Well, I'll never be that dumb again.

- You scare me, Norma Jean, you really do.

You're not tough enough for this business.

- Tough enough?

I'm the toughest woman you've ever seen.

I'm not quitting, I tell you.

I'm going somewhere.

- Where?!

For Christ sakes, where?!

- I don't know, but somewhere.

All my life I've been nowhere,

but now, I'm going somewhere.

- Why movies?

Why acting?

- Okay, okay.

I'll try to tell you.

Maybe I don't have much to offer.

No education, no training.

I'm even kind of dumb.

But I've got something.

I don't even know what it is,

but it's something men want.

They've always wanted it from me.

I don't why they want it so bad.

Why they're willing to louse up a marriage

with kids and a home.

All I know is , I've
got something men want,

and I'm willing to give it to them

if I get what I want.

- Ah, Beverly I'm sorry, I forgot.

What can I say?

- You're a busy man, Irv.

- Ah, busy, tired, busy.

This the kid you called about?

Married?

Any kids?

Any stretchmarks?

Stretchmarks stop you like that.

- Norma Jean's got her sights
higher than cheesecake.

She's got a future, Irv.

I say, she can go all the way.

- Beverly, any broad
that can get you to leave

your hothouse to come
over here and meet me

has got to have something.

- It's something you
can't put your finger on,

but sometimes I see it, I feel it.

Maybe you could get her
a couple of interviews

at the majors.

A test.

Ah, leave the pictures,

and I'll see what I can set up next week.

Meanwhile, I've gotta go to
Palm Springs before dinner.

Ooo, what a minute.

- He's thinking.

He's thinking.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Thinking of that Hal James
thing in Palm Springs.

Your boyfriend jealous?

- No boyfriend.

- Smile.

Stick with it.

You're going to a party in Palm Springs.

- No strings.

Irving's one of the few agents
who sleeps alone nights.

You can trust him.

- I like that.

(people talking)

(jazzy piano music)

Irv, that's Randy Palmer.

- Actors can't help you, doll.

The tall dark woman that's another story.

She's the head coach at
Lion-Rampant studios.

C'mon, let's take a shot.

- Irv, it's so nice to see you.

You know Randy, of course.

- Oh yes.

- Ah Irving, who...

- Oh, Norma Jean Baker my new client.

- [Woman] Hello.

Are you with anyone now?

- Irving, I always thought
you had lots of class,

but now, you've proven it again.

I'm charmed, Miss Baker.

I am utterly charmed.

- I mean a studio.

- We're talking to Paramount.

- Naturally.

- Drop off a bio, dear.

Do you have good composites?

- I have some good pictures.

- Pictures, darling.

Pictures.

I'm sure you'll go quite far
with your quaint naivete.

- Ruth, did you have to say that?

- Here we go, something nice and strong

to dull the point of her barbs.

- She was making fun of me all the time.

- Oh, piss on her, honey, she's nothing.

Let's get on to something important, huh?

Like you and me.

- You and me?

- That's right.

You see, there's a nice little part coming

up in my current picture,

and honey, I think you'd
be just right for it.

- You mean it?

- Absolutely.

C'mon, drink up.

You know I'm just the guy who
can get that part for you.

So, why don't we get out of this crowd

and go talk about it, huh?

C'mon.

- Looking for Randy, dear?

- The party's a bore.

I think we'll be getting
back to Hollywood.

- Oh, I wouldn't be too sure.

I think Randy's found
something very amusing.

- I hope she wasn't
something you were hustling.

But you're no competition for Randy.

- No, uh-uh.

No.

- Ruthie, have you seen
my new little girl?

- Irving, I don't think
she's quite that little.

In fact, I'll lay odds that right now,

she's making points with a certain stud

in a certain fancy Packard
in the parking lot.

- That son of a bitch.

- You won't get your
tongue on this kid, Ruthie.

- Then, she won't get through the gates,

and that's a promise.

I'll give her a test, after
you've coached her, of course.

Take it or leave it.

There are plenty of others.

Although, she was a cute one.

Think it over.

I can speed things up.

- Get out of here.

You little tramp!

All you damned would-be
actresses are alike!

Can wait to get your pants
off for the great movie lover!

- He raped me!

- Don't lie!

- Oh, now let's not make
a scene of it, lovely.

Always seems too tawdry in the morning.

Besides, as I remember the first time

you succumbed to my manly
charms was in the car.

Only, I don't think you
resisted quite so much,

if at all,

or if my wife at the time was
quite so put out about it.

- You shut up!

- Hey, Cynthia watch
out for the caps, huh.

- Get in the car!

Or I'll bust your head open!

- Oh no, never hit where
it'll show, sweetheart.

Or the papers'll know we've
had another tete a tete.

- Pigs!

Both of you, pigs!

- Okay, okay, but you
won't let it get around,

will you, Irv baby?

- Proud of yourself, big shot?

- Get in the car.

I'm gonna drive.

- You're always driving, sweets.

Always.

- Mister, do you know
where there's a bedroom

where I can...

- It' won't work.

I don't help actresses.

If we went to a bedroom,
I'd have a coronary.

- Dirty old man!

I was just raped out in the parking lot!

- Oh, I'm sure you put
up a real good fight.

- [Norma Jean] By Randy Palmer.

- Oh, Randy Palmer, the appendaged penis.

- Oh, there you are, kid.

Hal.

Long time.

- Long time.

The ticker.

Quiet life, no excitement.

No arguments.

No action.

- Business isn't the same, Hal.

They're all pigs.

Greedy, mean, no consideration.

All the Hal Jameses are gone.

- So, what else is new?

- This one.

I'm betting on her to zingo.

- She just told me she fell for
Randy Palmer's brutal charm.

- Like I said, no consideration.

- I recall you as a gentleman, Irv.

- Oh, sorry.

Norma Jean Baker, Hal James.

- Mr. James, I'm sorry.

I didn't know it was you.

- No matter.

I haven't been called a
dirty old man in years.

Sounded good, I may work on it.

- I'd better get the kid back to LA.

- Thanks anyway.

- Forget it.

About that sick son-of-a-bitch Randy.

- Yeah.

- It must tear him up
to know that all over

this country, in offices,
behind counters in little shops,

there are millions of pretty girls,

millions, that he'll
never dip that stick into.

It must really tear him up.

(laughs)

Irv, you know Stuart at Lion-Rampant?

- We've done business.

- Tell him we talked about Miss Baker.

Have him give me a call.

You understand, I can't get too involved.

Good night.

- Thank you.

Good night, Hal.

(groovy bass guitar)

- Yes, you are expected.

Bungalow two.

- Thank you.

Mr. Stuart?!

Anybody here?!

- Come on in, Norma Jean.

I'm all ready for you.

I don't believe in formalities.

They bore me.

- There was a time, not too long ago,

that would've shocked me.

Now, I am just disgusted!

I gave up a modeling
job to come here today.

I spent my last two bucks on white gloves

for the virgin look.

That meant no lunch.

But it didn't matter

because I came her with high hopes

thinking that this might be it,

the break that gets me going to something

I want so much

that I am willing to let some

gentleman like you completely
destroy my self respect

by groveling at your feet

in the faint hope that you
might consider me an actress.

You win.

I'll be your degraded whore.

But not before I give you a message

from every girl who ever had to kneel

in front of a slimy scum like
you for a chance to work.

How we hate you.

Because you make us hate ourselves.

- I want you to take these jelly beans.

You need some real sleep.

- There's no sleep for me.

- You take those, and
you're gonna sleep like

a babe in mama's arms.

- That'd be a novelty.

- Baby?

Norma Jean?

Baby?

- Hello, Mother.

Oh, Mama.

Oh, Mama.

- Go ahead, turn away.

Can't stand to look at me, can ya?

You'd better take a good look

if you know what's good for ya.

Take a good look,

'cause this is how it'll be for you baby,

before you know it.

Bev was right.

They're after ya.

The tomcats are after ya
with their sweet words,

their promises, and their hard cocks.

You know what put me behind the walls?

It wasn't the work, or having babies,

or doing without.

A woman can live with that forever.

It was the being left
alone while they tomcatted

after every crack ass in town,

until final you realize
you're just a toilet to 'em.

Just something to piss on.

- Mama.

Mama, don't!

Stop it!

No!

Mama, don't!

Of course, then we could
sell my furs, if I had any.

- Do you think you could
possibly take this seriously?

- Oh, being a grouch won't solve anything.

- I'm not a grouch.

- You are a grouch.

Grouch, grouch, grouch.

- You know, I could make 40
bucks up in San Luis Obispo

over the weekend.

- Cutesy poo.

- Don't cutesy poo me.

- Let me do Slovak's film.

- No, now no stag films.

We settled that.

- It would be 500 cash.

- No, stag films.

- It's not a stag film.

It's just a nudie.

Besides, we've gotta do
something, and I don't mind.

- You're gonna be an actress.

A thing like that can hurt you.

- He's a friend of ours.

Besides, he said no close face shots,

no crotch hairs,

just a nude forest nymph
flitting through the woods.

At $500?!

That's a hundred dollars a flit.

Now, let's go to Perrino's
and munch on $4.58

worth of goodies,

and we'll stiff the waiter, right?

Agreed?

- And that gives me 10
cents to call Slovak.

- Okay, cutesy poo.

(laughs)

(upbeat music)

- [Man] You ever had that, Mel?

- Shut up, I'm having her now.

(laughing)

- Wait a minute, wait.

I've had her.

I've had her.

She's nothing.

She's not worth the bother.

Oh, she looks sexy as hell,
but she's a real nothing.

- If that bod is a nothing,
I'll kiss your ass.

- [Randy] I didn't know you cared.

(laughing)

Hey Ruthie, you like that?

- Fuck you, Randy.

- Oh wait, you think you could handle it?

I mean, that would be a switch for ya.

(laughing)

(upbeat music)

- All right, now, boys and girls,

and anybody halfway between,

now for the piece de resistance.

- [Man] Bring out the b--

- All right, all right.

Now, I've known for a long time that these

little stag loops have ceased

to turn on your jaded appetites.

Now, you've been saying that
you need some special material.

Well, I've got it for you.

A genuine snuff film.

All right, for those of
you who've never seen

a snuff film, I warn ya
this is very heavy fare.

You see what happens is the cameraman,

he hires these out of work
dolls to pick up some bum,

and they kill the poor
bastard right on camera.

I mean they snuff him out.

Well, believe me it's
the latest ding dong.

Now, if that won't get
your gun off, nothing will.

Well, if this is a little
bit too strong for you,

now's the time to blow.

Because what you're gonna
see is the real thing.

I'm mean there's no fakes,

and no Hollywood magic.

- Enough of that shit, what's the tab?

- Hey, snuff films don't come cheap.

Now, I advanced a grand to
get the print for tonight.

So, a C-note from all
of you before you leave,

that'll cover me.

- Run the film, you're covered.

Right?

- Sure.

- [Woman] Yeah.

- Okay, Mel, but if you
vomit your guts out,

you get to pay just the same.

(laughing)

- That's right.

- Funny, doc,

but it always bothers me
when they're too quiet.

Like naughty children.

What the hell are you showing?

Damn you, Morris, I told you never to show

that crap in my place?!

Now, get out!

All of you get out of here!

Take that degenerate crap with you!

Get out!

Move!

C'mon on!

Don't you dare come back!

- [Man] What is this guy, some asshole?!

Shove your party up your rear end!

- Irving, what the hell's
the matter with you,

I just saw that great little blond you

brought down to Palm
Springs in a nudie film.

Are you out of your mind?

Do you wanna blow her career
before it even gets started?

- She has to eat.

- So, she has to eat.

You oughta be able to
keep her working, dammit!

I told you she had something.

- Oh, I thought you
were gonna get somebody.

- What happened with Stuart?

- He gave her the shit treatment.

- Gave her the treatment, huh?

Okay, okay, I'll get her a fair shot.

I don't wanna get too involved,

but I'll open a few doors for her,

then, it's up to her.

If she can cut it, I'll
put her on the road.

If she can't, well that's it.

- You're a considerate man, Hal.

- Okay, Irv.

Forget it.

I'll get back to you.

- Hal, sit down and relax, please.

Hal, Hal, we've been
through this so often.

And you're still worrying
about some new girl, huh?

- It's all right, doc.

I owe her.

- What do you mean you owe her?

You said, yourself, you
spoke to her in this room

for about five minutes.

And that agent, he's a
third-string loser with 10 clients.

- In this sense, I owe her, doc.

She's like all the other kids I promised

and never followed through.

I promise 'em,

build up their hopes,

toyed with them until I got tired of them,

and then, tossed them back in the tank.

- I'm not going to pretend to know

what you're talking about.

All I know is that one
relationship like your last one,

and we're gonna bury you.

That's the only way I can put it.

One good party's gonna be your last, Hal.

Simple as that.

- That bad, huh?

- Mm-hm.

And no more wild rides in the hay.

In that department, well
actually, you have two options.

One is a girl with a very special talent.

- And what's the other option?

- Oh, I didn't wanna mention it Hal,

because I know you don't like boys.

(groovy bass guitar)

(saxophone music)

- You say we've met.

- Oh yes.

Don't you remember?

In Palm Springs.

At Mr. James'.

- Oh, yes.

Well, one meets so many in the business.

No matter.

You interest me.

I just might be able to
do something with you.

You understand I'd have
to get to know you better.

Perhaps, you'd like to
come to dinner tonight

at my place in Bel Air?

We could chose the proper
scene for you to work on.

You see, a color test is
an expensive undertaking,

and before I stamp the okay
I want to be absolutely

sure that you're ready.

- But Mr. James said--

- Dear Hal, yes.

Well, we did discuss you, of course.

That's one of the reasons
I'm going to help you.

So, you'll come, of course.

- Will I have to change?

- Oh, no, no.

I find that polka dot charming.

- It's just like a Christmas tree.

- Why don't we read that scene
from Kit's Daughter again?

I think that was a good one for you.

- [Norma Jean] She's very real.

- I think that's on page 59.

I'll read the part of Keith.

That will make it easier
for you to really let go.

And you knew all that when we
said goodbye at the picnic?

- I knew, but I couldn't
tell you how I felt.

How much I wanted you.

I thought you were
completely in love with sis.

I can't hurt her.

- That's what love is.

Pain.

At first, and sometimes at last.

But there's also joy, and happiness,

and excitement.

Like the way we feel right now.

What else can matter?

I've got to have you.

I can't wait.

Now.

I want you now.

- I'm not ready for this.

- Oh, but you are.

You want me.

I know it.

You want me as much as I want you.

- I do.

I do, but sis.

- Forget her.

Think only of us.

Think of us now.

- When you touch me like that,

I can think of nothing else.

- That's good.

That's very good.

- How I've waited for you.

Your kiss,

the touch of your hand.

Oh, I'm yours.

I'm yours.

- Forever.

- Forever.

Love me.

- Now.

Now.

- Please, let go of me!

- You bitch!

Can't you see,

I want you.

- [Norma Jean] I can't.

- You can.

You'll love it.

I'll make you love it.

You dumb little bitch!

Stop acting like a girl just off the bus.

Down there, behind those lights,

are thousands of girls
who are good actresses

who would laugh at the
way you read your lines.

Who would give their
left tit to trade places

with you tonight.

That's where people like me come in.

Now, you can walk out of here now,

and you're finished

except as a quick lay
for a fourth-rate movie.

Or you can walk into that bedroom,

like a good girl,

and put on that gown.

Now, go on in there.

(melancholy music)

- I'll pick you up at seven.

Palladium's only 10 minutes from here.

- Okay.

Oh, thank Bruno for the proofs

it's the only way I can learn.

- Hey, remember what
he said about your gums

the way your smile shows too much gums.

- You don't have to tell
everybody in Hollywood.

I mean, we should keep it a secret.

(upbeat music)

- Wanna talk about it?

- Does it show that much?

I was supposed to be
scheduled for a screen test.

They haven't called.

- Years ago, at the sorority, is was boys,

here it's getting somewhere in the movies.

But the looks the same.

The hunger for something.

- It's the letdowns that get to me.

- [Woman] The rejections?

- Yeah.

You get to where you feel this is it,

that you're close,

really wanted.

Cinderella at the ball.

- And then, you wind up
without a prince charming.

- What happens when a girl wants something

so much that she'd die for it

something she'd do anything for,

and you wake up one day,

not pretty anymore, not wanted, not loved?

- What they should do and what they

do are two different things.

What they should do is go out to Pasadena

or Anaheim, and marry some fellow

with a lot of orange
groves, have some kids.

What they do is hang around
the business still hoping.

You see 'em at the
markets and in the stores.

Lot of them go into religion.

It's sad, but most of them
are too proud to go home.

(phone ringing)

- What if they never had
a home to go back to?

- [Woman] Call for Norma Jean Baker.

- Hello?

- Hello, kid this Irv.

- Oh, hello Irv.

- Listen, Hal James called wants to have

you over for a dinner party soon.

I gave him your number at the club.

- And the bad news?

- Ruth Latimer's girl called
from Lion-Rampant studios.

She says the test is out
for the time being at least.

Says you need to work on your diction.

- Oh.

Thanks, Irv.

- Oh look, kid, there's lots
of other studios in town.

- I know there are a lot of other studios,

but I've just got a feeling.

It's gonna be that one for me.

(upbeat music)

- Phil, this is Bob at the main gate.

We got another pigeon on the lot.

- It's all right, Mary.

You just don't follow the rules, do you?

- I want to see Mr. Dunne.

I want him to tell me to my
face I'm not worth a test!

- My dear girl,

the head of a studio
does not the time to see

every aspiring actress
that walks onto this lot.

- Then, how can he decide
I'm not worth a test?!

Was that your idea?

- I gave him your pictures,

as you so quaintly call them,

and an evaluation of your reading.

You're just not the type of girl he feels

has a future in this business.

- Prove it!

Prove what he said!

You owe me that!

- Quote, Norma Jean Baker is just

another cute ass and bosom.

Would be good for handing
out samples at a convention,

or qualifying as queen
of a sporting goods show,

but she is not what we
are looking for to groom

for Lion-Rampant.

- Bull!

- I'm sorry, Sam.

She shouldn't be on the lot.

- Who is she?

- I'm Norma Jean Baker,

and I want a test!

- Oh, yes, yes.

I recall there were a number of pictures.

What you have just done is inexcusable.

I shouldn't even talk to you,

but have you thrown out
with the rest of the trash.

I was as kind as I could
be in my analysis of you,

but if you insist, I'll
make it very clear.

Your jaw is too firm.

Your head's too large for your body.

Your eyes would be difficult to makeup.

Your legs are too long.

Your voice is absolutely
void of color and timbre.

And Miss Baker, no contract
player here on this lot

ever shows her lower teeth the way you do.

Now,

shall I go on?

- They're all the same, aren't they?

- Are they?

She had a kind of a homey quality.

Where do you put her?

In a kitchen or in a whorehouse?

I liked her spirit, Ruth.

- Well, if you just want to bang her...

- Keep an eye on her.

You know what I mean?

Keep an eye on her.

(upbeat music)

- I'll ring you when I
get to the phone booth.

And I'll telephone you when
I get to the phone booth.

Oh.

Hi, Ralph.

- Hi, honey.

- Want me to get Norma Jean for you?

- Oh, would you be a dear, thanks.

- Sure.

- Hi.

Horror of the Black Museum.

You've got to be kidding.

(screaming)

(dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

- Well, Margaret you've
had a weekend to study her,

what do you think?

- There's not that much to be done.

Look at the eyes.

Sometimes, a jaw, or a
nose off five millimeters

can make the difference
between an ordinary

or a stunning girl.

We'll have to work on the bite,

cartilage.

There's work to be done around the eyes.

Most important, I thought
this the moment I met her,

the hair, something
dramatic with the hair.

We'll start with the nose.

(mellow music)

I won't be on long, I assure you.

Now, we all know that Hal James never gave

a party that it was all fun and games,

and this is no exception.

He wants you to meet someone.

Someone new.

Someone who's going to be reckoned

with in the picture business.

Norma Jean Baker!

(upbeat music)

- Go fuck yourself.

Why don't you rest?

- I have no time or inclination to rest.

I wanna find the right thing.

I wanna get you moving.

- You can do that tomorrow.

- Maybe.

Maybe not.

- [Norma Jean] Shh!

- Oh, c'mon that's not so terrible.

You make me feel immortal.

That if I should die, you
could just take me in your arms

and breathe life into me once more.

- [Norma Jean] Don't talk to me like that.

- Okay, okay.

Now, you clear out of here.

Let me finish this script.

- Doctor said you were
not supposed to work.

But he didn't say that
I could say good night.

Or thank you.

- It's too late.

He's...

He's gone.

She won't let him go.

- You've got to let go now.

Norma Jean, the car is waiting.

(melancholy music)

(dog barks)

- Up the steps, first door to the left.

- Just like that, huh?

That's all?

You send for me and
first door on the left?

- Is anything else required?

- I know what Hal meant now,

it was something he once said,

lots of meaningless
chatter at the parties,

but when two people in
this town get together

they have nothing to say.

- We've had this wrestle
coming for time now,

let's not spoil it with
any further conversation.

You'll get your test.

- Oh, I want more than a test.

Norma Jean wants to be a movie star.

Norma Jean's going to be a movie star.

(upbeat music)

- Turn 'em.

Right profile, Miss Baker.

Would you walk to the rear, please?

Would you come up a
little closer to the arch?

- Name.

- Baker.

B as in bitch.

You bet your sweet ass it's on there.

- Okay, George.

Roll 'em.

- Hey, you can't come in here.

- Just you try and stop me.

- [Man] Screen test, Norma Jean Baker.

Take one.

- [Director] Action.

- Hey, Bernie.

(laughing)

- [Man] That's really US choice.

- That's the last cock
I'll ever have to suck.

- Roll it again.

- Goodbye Norma Jean.

("Norma Jean Wants to Be a
Movie Star" by Sundown Company)

♪ Before too long ♪

♪ She had her fortune and fame ♪

♪ But it wasn't Norma Jean ♪

♪ Marilyn was her name ♪

♪ She died in LA in a lonely room ♪

♪ Nobody knew her ♪

♪ But they knew she died too soon ♪

♪ By the time it was too late ♪

♪ Lord we began to care ♪

♪ If you can hear me now ♪

♪ This is my prayer ♪

♪ Norma Jean wants to be movie star ♪

♪ She wants to shine ♪

♪ Hear people say we know who you are ♪

♪ Norma Jean wants to
see her name in lights ♪

♪ She wants to dance ♪

♪ She wants to live the good life ♪

♪ Norma Jean wants to be a movie star ♪

♪ She wants to shine ♪

♪ Hear people say we know who you are ♪

♪ Norma Jean wants to
see her name in lights ♪

♪ She wants to dance ♪

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