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Just in time.

I found you just in time.

Before you came, my
time was running low.

I was lost.

The losing dice were tossed.

My bridges all were crossed.

Nowhere to go.

Now you're here.

Now I know just where I'm going.

No more doubt or fear.

I found my way for
love came just in time.

You found me just in time.

And changed my lonely
life that lucky day.

Now you're here.

Now I know just where I'm going.

No more doubt or fear.

I found my way, for
love came just in time.

You found me just in time.

And changed my lonely
life that lucky day.

RICHARD (VOICEOVER):
"I fell for you

the moment I saw you all
those years ago at a party

in Hollywood.

You were everything
I ever wanted.

And even when you looked
at me with utter disdain,

I still thought you
were just luscious.

With my undying love, Richard."

Elsa, put this in
the post, would you?

And if you see my wife, tell
her I'm going to lie down.

[sighs]

JOE (FADING IN): --places,
everybody, please.

And we're going for a take.

I've always loved
getting Richard's letters.

He writes so beautifully,
he could have been a writer.

Could have been,
should have been.

I wrote every day for, what?

20 years?

Even wrote today.

Thank you.

We were destined to meet.

"Cleopatra".

Most people don't
remember, but we

started shooting the film in
England without dear Richard.

And then filming suddenly
stopped because Elizabeth

felt terribly ill.

Yes, I had to
have a tracheotomy.

Had to buy a 69-carat
diamond to cover that scar.

Of course, I'd seen her before
at a party in Hollywood.

Yes.

Apparently, I was very cool.

Suddenly, I got a phone call.

"Fly to Rome."

I was terrified.

Excuse me.

Where is everyone?

Am I on the wrong stage?

[chatter]

Ah, Elizabeth,
you look ravishing.

Uh, listen.

This is your first encounter
with this young upstart

from Rome, so make sure
he knows who you are.

I don't want to see
smitten right away, OK?

All right, places, everybody.

Places, everybody, please.

And we're going for a take.

Excuse me, Mr. Mankiewicz?

Mhm?

Where would you like me?

Oh.

Richard, I'm so sorry.

Yes, if you could
enter from over here.

Fine.

Um, I thought I might
pose around here.

That's wonderful.

Yes, and again, sorry.

It won't happen again.

Get me a fill there, please.

Uh, Richard.

It's going to take a minute.

Could you do me a favor and
keep Elizabeth occupied?

Sure.

Good man.

Hello.

In case you haven't
guessed, I'm Mark Antony--

Richard Burton.

Oh, I'd shake your
hands, but my nails.

Oh yes, likewise.

Has anyone ever told you
you're a very pretty girl?

ELIZABETH: No, I didn't
like him right away.

I think she thought
me terribly forward.

I was thoroughly confused by
Elizabeth when I first met her.

She, uh, was a
creature I'd never--

never encountered before.

RICHARD: Where's
my brother, Ifor?

Richard, everything OK?

Find out where Miss
Taylor is dining tonight.

You promised to meet Sibyl
and the kids for dinner.

I said, find out where Miss
Taylor is dining tonight.

[chatter]

Grazie, signor.

Well, this should be the place.

Why is it so hard for us
to find where she's dining,

but the press already know?

Because she bloody
tells them, that's why.

[chatter]

WOMAN 1: He won't do
it anyway, [inaudible]

WOMAN 2: No.

WOMAN 1: Why?

Table next to Miss
Taylor's, please.

Signor, It's impossible.

[sighs]

The table next to
Miss Taylor's, please.

Of course.

Signor, scusi.

We have a much better
table for you right here.

Ah, thank you.

Follow me.

It's right here.

This way.

[laughing]

Oh.

He's supposed to be an orator--
the great Shakespearean actor,

Richard Burton.

But please, has anyone ever told
you you're a very pretty girl?

He said that?

You know, Ifor, I had
the misfortune of meeting

the rudest actress
today, who walked away

in the middle of my sentence.

Obviously incapable
of recognizing

a Shakespearean pause
because I said to her,

has anyone ever told you
you're a very pretty girl?

Then I paused and she walked
away before I could add,

well, they would be a fool.

You are not a pretty girl,
though you once were.

You are now a beautiful
woman, with the depths

of the ocean in your violet
eyes and the promise of a ripe

plum, and your
soft, firm lips, and

your spilling, white-hot bosom.

But, of course, she did get
to hear a damn word of that.

He's a bit rude,
but that voice.

Well, I'm glad that's over.

He should be a singer.

Oh mother, haven't we got
enough of those already?

Ifor!

He's due on set in 20 minutes.

Richard, come on.

[muttering]

Wake up.

Where the hell were you, Ifor?

What time did you two come home?

We ran into Elizabeth
Taylor at a restaurant.

Richard tried to be
friendly, but she was rude.

Then he really started drinking.

Richard tried to be friendly?

And places.

"Cleopatra," scene 142, take 4.

JOE: And action.

Oh, Mark Anthony,
how prompt of you.

If I had not been, it
would have been forgivable.

Damn, sorry again.

Unforgivable.
Sorry.

All right.

Cut.

And we're going to
go right back in.

Back to places, please.

Joe.

I think that Richard and I
should run our lines a moment.

Sure.

In private.

If I'm not mistaken,
I think you might

need a little bit of this.

Vodka.

Hair of the dog.

Yeah.

I need a dog's whole coat.

That bad?

Would you join me?

I have heard it said
it's bad to drink alone.

I already am, though
not quite so much vodka.

So should we run those lines?

Oh, no, I think
we'll both be fine now.

So is there anything
else I can do for you?

Is that what you thought?

Another notch on the belt?

Please.

I've heard all the stories
of the Welsh, Don Juan.

All the leading ladies
except Julie Andrews.

Well, if she can resist
you, then so can I.

Oh, you misunderstand.

You're quite safe with me.

I never go after dumpy women.

Please leave.

Go easy, Richard.

Go easy?

Oh, I'll go easy, all right.

Oh, and here she comes--

the Queen of the Nile.

Hi.

You must be Sibyl.

I've heard so much about you.

I'm Elizabeth.

This is my husband, Eddie.

Won't you join us?

Oh, god no.

I know how hard it is
for a devoted couple

to get a little private time.

Enjoy.

Ciao.

Ciao.

Elizabeth.

What now?

It's time to go to work.

What scene is it?

It's your first love
scene with Anthony.

A love scene?

With him?

A love scene with her?

Well, it's not exactly
coal mining, is it?

At least you know where
you are with a seam of coal.

Yes.

And places.

JOE: Are we ready?

Sorry, Joe.

May I just please have a
moment to compose myself?

Certainly, Richard.

Quiet, everyone.

So now you're a method actor.

No.

But now I have to act
that I am in love with you

and that you are in love
with me, and that's not easy.

Help me.

Please.

That I could love you,
an exquisite queen--

simple.

But that you could love
me, a jobbing soldier.

Are you staring at my chest?

Why not?

It's the very heart of you.

It's everything you promise--
love, sex, and nurture.

And I'm going to pretend
that it's all mine.

SARA: [clears throat]

Excuse me, Richard?

I think you're supposed
to finish the speech

and then kiss her.

Oh.

Sorry, Joe.

I'll do much better next time.

[murmuring]

Who's going to
tell Sibyl this time?

Forget about Sibyl.

What about Eddie?

[music playing]

Mr. Fisher, I think you'll
find miss Taylor in makeup.

[music playing]

[chatter]

Mrs. Burton, I think you'll
find Richard's in wardrobe.

Over this way.

Oh, thank you.

So you have plans
for dinner tonight.

Well, I thought we'd
go somewhere quiet.

We?

Us, stupid.

Oh.

Whatever you say, dumpy.

Oh.

[chatter]

What the hell is this?

Mr. Zanuck, let me be clear.

Our department had nothing
to do with these photographs.

Who in the hell shot this?

Wh-- it's just kids
on motor scooters.

Rome is infested with them.

They call them paparazzi.

Paparazzi?

It means little
buzzing insects.

I think Fellini actually
coined the word.

Like I care.

I have a publicity
department precisely

so that photos like these do
not, not, not get published.

Capiche?

Yes, sir.

Fix it.

Yes, sir.

This was the scandal.

It wasn't just that we
were having an affair.

No, movie stars had
affairs all the time.

ELIZABETH: Before us, they
never really wrote about affairs

between married people.

And of course,
we were married,

and-- and we had children.

It was very difficult.

ELIZABETH: I was
the monster that

broke up America's sweethearts.

RICHARD: She's talking
about Eddie Fisher

and Debbie Reynolds's marriage.

ELIZABETH: They know who
I'm talking about, Richard.

And of course, Eddie had been
best man at my todd's wedding,

so.

So shoot me.

Do I sound defensive?

Because I'm not.

Eddie chased me, and I was
stupid enough to give in.

Yes, and you were
vulnerable after Mike's death.

Besides, how were you to know
that I was going to come along?

Like you had any idea of what
was going to hit you, buster.

With her?

You think I'll
stay and have this

pushed in my face every day?

But Sibyl--

Don't!

No more lies!

I put up with years
of your wandering.

But at least you didn't
make a fool of me in public.

And look at these.

I could only imagine you
think I'm a worthless idiot.

REPORTERS:
[shouting indistinctly]

I went to New
York to do a show.

Now I'm back to see my wife.

Have you seen the
picture in the paper?

Guys, forget about it, huh?

You never seen publicity?

REPORTERS:
[shouting aggressively]

[chatter]

Eddie!

The prodigal returns.

Come.
Sit.

Have a drink.

Here.

We've just been
talking about you.

What are you doing here?

Oh, I'm sleeping
with your wife.

What did you say?

Yes, it's been
in all the papers.

I'm sleeping with Elizabeth.

Liz?

Ed.

In fact, Eddie,
I'm glad you're here

because I have a
question for Elizabeth,

and-- and it does concern you.

Dear Elizabeth,
Queen of the Nile,

here we both are, two schoolboys
begging for your hand.

And my question to you is this.

Who do you love, him or me?

EDDIE: What are you doing here?

Richard!

No, serious question that
deserves a serious answer.

So Elizabeth, answer us now.

Who do you love, Eddie or me?

I can't hear you, Elizabeth.

Who do you love, me or Eddie?

You.

A little louder,
please, for the room.

I love you.

[murmuring]

Elizabeth.

Not that I'm counting,
but if I'm not mistaken,

you just ended-- what?

Your fourth marriage?

Who's counting?

It might be a record
for a 29-year-old.

What am I supposed to do?

I love the man.

End of story.

JOE: And cut.
All right, places, please.

All right, then.

I think we can s--

where are-- you let them leave?

[music playing]

Beware, beware his flashing
eyes, his floating hair.

Weave a circle round
him thrice, and close

your eyes with holy dread.

For he on honeydew hath fed
and drunk the milk of paradise.

Who knew Italy
could be so hot?

Last one upstairs is a goof.

Goof?

What kind of word is goof?

I can see we're going
to have to teach Miss

Taylor some better English.

We could go to the pool.

I don't need a pool.

I've got a whole ocean in you.

License my roving hands.

Let them go before, behind,
between, above, below.

Oh, my America,
my newfound land.

My kingdom, safeliest
when with one man manned.

More.

I want more.

More.

I'm starting to feel that
may be your favorite word.

Would you prefer less?

No.

No electricity, and it's as
moldy as a rugby player's sock.

Yes, but it's ours,
which makes it--

TOGETHER: --perfect.

[music playing]

REPORTERS: Miss Taylor!

Photo!

Photo, per favore!

Come this way, please.

Look over here, please.

You call yourselves
journalists?

Why the hell do you want
more photographs of us?

RICHARD: Elizabeth,
come on inside.

REPORTERS: One picture, please.
Please.

Please!

[speaking italian]

Show us again!

You flashed him your bum.

We'll see if they'll run that.

I don't think so.

Are you kidding me?

That's going to be the most
popular postcard in Rome.

Miss Taylor's
derriere, sir, mmm.

Screw it.

They want a show?

Let's give them a show.

[music playing]

[chatter]

Signora Taylor, wow!

Che bellissima.

[speaking italian]

Ah, Signor Burton.

Gianni.

[speaking italian]

What can I help you with?

Richard, I mean,
look how beautiful.

Well, since we're here.

Really?

Can I choose something?

Anything you like.

Anything?

For you, Elizabeth, anything.

Thank you, Gianni.

Niente.

I'm the one you should
be thanking, not him.

Thank you.

Thank you.

It's always about the jewels.

Men just don't realize
until it's too late

and we have them all.

REPORTERS: Richard!

Richard!

Signor Burton!

Your wife attempted
suicide, yes?

What did you say?

Suicide, yes.

Elizabeth, I'm sorry.

I have to go to Sibyl.

Do you know why she did it?

Mr. Burton--

You know I love you.

REPORTERS: Were you
having some problems?

[speaking italian]

Why did she do it?

Where are you going now?

Katie.

Aw.

Off to bed.

Where were you?

Lost in the
middle of an ocean.

Lost in the
middle of an ocean?

What kind of poetic
bollocks is that?

You've got a family
here that's drowning.

I love Elizabeth.

Tough.

You're already taken.

We were meant for each other.

That's what she said to Conrad
Hilton, Michael Wilding, Mike

Todd, and Eddie bloody Fisher.

Look around you, man.

This is your family.

[door opening and closing]

Well, she's alive.

But I fear I am dead.

I can't.

I'm sorry, but it's
as simple as that.

I can't.

I won't live without you.

Elizabeth.

Elizabeth?

Elizabeth!

You can go.

This shouldn't take too long.

Don't talk like that.

You know I can't turn my
back on my responsibilities.

That's why I'm
removing myself.

I don't want to be
your responsibility.

Don't.

I already have.

Elizabeth?

I already have.

How many were in here?

Elizabeth, how
many did you take?

All.

All of them.

Come here.

Come here.

Come here.

Help me!

Somebody please help me.

HOSPITAL STAFF:
[speaking italian]

[speaking italian]

She will be fine.

But she does not
want to see you.

[soft music playing]

How are you doing?

Almost ready.

That's not what I was asking.

Only one more scene
and we're done.

Joe.

Mhm?

When you wrote this,
were you thinking

about Antony and Cleopatra,
or me and Richard?

Antony and
Cleopatra, of course.

Of course.

What happened to you?

You did.

And cut.

And that's a wrap.

[cheering]

[animated chatter]

Will you give us a minute?

Do you have anything lined up?

I think I need a break.

A long break.

Me too.

And?

You mean Sibyl?

It will be hard, but
she's agreed to try again.

Elisabeth, you
already knew that.

So you've come to rub my
face in it, then, have you?

It's for the
children, Elizabeth.

I can't do it to the children.

You knew you could
never leave them.

You were playing.

I was just another notch.

Damn it, how dare you
speak to me like that?

My heart is broken, and you
have the smashed pieces.

Please-- please, don't
make this any harder.

Have you spoken with Eddie?

I have no reason
to speak to Eddie!

You look at me
like you loathe me.

I don't loathe you.

I hate you.

No.

No.

No, you don't.

No, I don't.

Mom.

Mom, come play
Piggy in the Middle.

What's Piggy in the Middle?

[giggling]

Never mind.

I'm bored.

I'm so bored!

What?

I'm bored.

What do people do when
they aren't working?

Don't ask them, dear.

They are working.

Of course they are.

What am I supposed to do?

I've done 29 pictures
since I was 9.

29!

I've never learned how to
do just absolutely nothing.

I don't even know how
to play these games.

Would you like
to go for a drive?

Perhaps you'd like to read this.

A fan letter?

Sort of.

It's from Richard.

When did that come?

Two days ago.

It was posted in Celigny.

I didn't know he was here.

You said you didn't want me to--

Well, I do want.

I do.

Could I have some
privacy, please?

Of course.

Shall I wait?

No, it's OK.

You could come back
in a few hours.

OK, sweetie.

Richard.

You look wonderful.

Don't say anything.

I know I look terrible.

Please, sit.

Can I get you anything?

Uh, a coffee, hot
chocolate, tea?

A cappuccino would
be nice, please.

Cappuccino.

Thank you.

So how are your children?

Um, bored with me.

How's your family?

Ifor's fine.

The rest of the siblings, good.

But, um-- I mean, hell.

Hell is as good a word as any.

Thank you for coming.

I didn't know if you would.

Tell me, will this pass?

Because it doesn't
feel that it will.

I don't know.

Damned if I know.

Thank you.

So tell me, are you
going to see him again?

Maybe.

[slow music playing]

I'm so sorry I'm late.

Oh, don't be silly.

Of course you're not.

Drink?

Yes, please.

I-- I brought you a gift.

And I have one for you.

John Donne.

The 1635 edition.

This must have
cost you a fortune.

A million thank yous.

Now, my gift is not
nearly good enough.

Oh, stop it.

That's not the point.

Well, it's English
country gardens.

I remember you said
you missed them.

Thank you.

That's very thoughtful.

I'll enjoy this.

I've enjoyed not
filming, as well.

I'm not sure I want to go back.

Ever.

What?

I have taken a film.

Well, I had to.

I couldn't sit around
here doing this.

They'd find me floating,
face down in the lake.

What film?

Where?

London.

"The V.I.P.s".

Silly title, really.

I play a rich man whose wife
is running around on him.

Perfect role for me, though.

I get to sit around
looking all gloomy

and drink like a
proverbial fish.

Method acting.

Who's going to
play the lucky wife?

The producers
want Sophia Loren.

Do they, now?

Richard Burton and Sophia Loren.

I think La Loren
should stay in Rome.

Well, you heard me.

That role is mine.

But Miss Taylor, we couldn't
afford you even if I wanted

you, and I don't want you.

Do you want people
to see the picture?

Of course.

Well, then you want publicity.

And trust me, Taylor-Burton
brings publicity.

Maybe that's not the
kind of publicity I want.

Then you're a fool.

You pay me and fire
all of your PR people

because, buddy, you
won't need them.

You'll save money
and have a huge hit.

I'm sorry, but no.

I'm not hiring Elizabeth Taylor!

Your suite, Miss Taylor.

Thank you.

[knocking]

What's that?

That would be to
the adjoining suite.

[gasps]

Hello, [inaudible]

There you are.

Enjoy your evening.

Very well.

[phone ringing]

Oh god, it's the
seventh time it's rung.

You know it's Sybil.

Where is she?

Our house, North London.

I told her I needed to be nearer
the film, which means you.

[phone ringing]

Oh hell's bells.

All right, I've had enough.

What are you doing?

I'm going over there now.

I want a divorce.

Damn it!

Well, hurry back.

I want more.

I want more.

[tires screeching]

[brakes squealing]

Sibyl!

Sibyl?

[groans]

Richard.

Richard.

Ifor.

I wondered when you
would finally come home.

I've been calling the hotel.

I didn't realize
you were here.

I've come to speak to Sibyl.

She's asleep.

Why don't you talk
to me instead.

Fine.

Look at the state of you,
acting like a teenager.

(MOCKING) Oh, I love her.

Oh, she was meant for me.

Don't you talk to me
about Elizabeth ever.

All right, let's
talk about you.

Fine.

An affair born in
betrayal will end in ashes.

Oh, Ifor, we're
not in chapel now.

This is real life.

Let me tell you
what real life is.

Family, loyalty, commitment.

You

Think I don't know that?

Then behave like you do and
act like a bloody grown-up!

[sighs]

Right.

[engine shuts off]

Get in.

ELIZABETH: I was
so mad at Richard.

I had left Eddie, but
he wouldn't divorce me.

At least I never saw
him or spoke to him.

Richard was so torn.

What are you looking at?

Hm?

Out.

I guess I never had
anyone say no to me before.

SARA: I'm going to
get you some coffee.

Of course you are.

Who's the most beautiful
girl in the world?

It's Minnie Mouse.

People would say that it
was just because I couldn't

have him that I wanted him.

And that wasn't true.

People say all different things.

What?

They're ready for you in five.

Which damn scene is it?

It's, um, scene 93.

Well, that doesn't
tell me anything.

Uh, it's-- it's the
"getting back together

with your husband" scene.

What is this, a
new kind of torture?

He treated me like a queen.

And I loved his voice.

God, how I loved his voice.

Richard the
drunken court jester.

God no.

You were my king.

Elizabeth, where are you?

I'm here, my love.

[chatter]

Have I lost you?

You haven't lost me.

I've lost you.

[chatter continues]

It's 8:00 AM and
they're drinking?

Oh, for god's sake.

Let's go for a take while
they can still walk.

"The V.I.P.s,"
scene 145, take 1.

Atmosphere.

And action.

Let us go home, Paul.

No.

Not out of pity.

No, not out of pity.

What then?

Need.

My need or yours?

Perhaps both.

And cut.

Oh yes, that was very nice.

But if we could
just do one more--

- Nice?
- Why?

- Well, I just felt that--
- Yes.

Well, if you had felt
anything, you wouldn't

be asking me to do it again.

I was perfect.

Oh, you were perfect?

I wasn't?

No, I wasn't
talking about you.

That's my point.

You just told him
how perfect you were.

But I wasn't?

Richard Burton, the great
Shakespearean actor,

was perfect, but
Academy Award winner

Elizabeth Taylor was what?

Crap?

Just for once, miss
bossy boots Taylor,

this was not about you.

Oh, well now it damn well is.

You spoiled,
self-centered little brat.

You drunken
[inaudible] Welsh lout!

[gasps]

[doors slamming]

[knocking]

Go away, you harridan.

You're impossible.

Elizabeth wants to play.

[jazz music playing]

I need to get into
Mr. Burton's suite.

I'm sorry, but we can't
open other guests' rooms.

You do know I'm shagging
him senseless, don't you?

Thank you.

I'm sorry, but I must wait.

Thanks.

The wall covering-- it's silk.

Silk?

Please.

Richard Burton deserves a van
Gogh more than all your silk.

Thank you.

I can't compete with all this.

She didn't buy
me with a van Gogh.

Don't be daft.

I don't care about things.

Oh, don't you?

Are you sure Welsh boy Richard
Jenkins didn't want all this?

Fans at the door.

Photos in the papers.

The hotel suites.

The fame.

It's what you wanted.

And it's all you got.

I'll give you your divorce.

That should fill a
few more newspapers.

Goodbye, Richard.

You're free!

Drink to that.

But what if your
little songbird Eddie

decides to drag
things out forever?

It's already been months.

Tonight, we forget Eddie.

Come on.

Let's get a party together.
It'll be fun.

No.

Go out for dinner.

I'll call Leo and the
Harrisons, and you

call Wallace and Edward.

Come on.
It'll be fun.

Come on.

That was my fifth
couple, and they're

at home with a sick child.

My last shot had
in-laws staying.

Struck out.

You know what?

Damn them all.

We're going out.

[chatter]

Don't look now, but
someone's child's

had a miraculous recovery.

Oh, apparently Eugene's
feeling better, too.

What's wrong with me?

It's what's wrong with us.

Apparently, people don't
want to be seen with us.

Apparently, no one in
London's ever had an affair.

Let me guess, your niece?

Well--

Hypocrites, all of you.

It isn't that we're
having an affair.

It's that we've
abandoned our children.

We're pariahs.

Oh, stop.

We did not abandon our children.

We will all be together soon.

You promise?

Promise.

What?

Imagine bringing up
children in this madness.

Oh, they'll find
someone else to stalk.

You think?

Yeah, I think.

REPORTERS: [shouting]

Bugger off, you parasites.

Miss Taylor, Mr.
Burton, a moment?

Come on in.

Would you like a drink?

I know he would.

No.

On duty, thank you.

So congratulations.

I hear your film
is almost finished.

And of course, that means,
as of a week Friday,

the production will not
be paying for this hotel.

So my question is, will you
be staying in both suites?

I'm not going
back to Los Angeles.

Divorce or no divorce,
I'm staying with you.

So--

Should we line
up another film?

No, I'm done with
films-- at least

until all this madness is over.

Oh, you really don't
have to decide this minute.

But it's really about
the one suite or two--

Do you want to
do another film?

Not really.

Never wanted to do them in the
first place, if I'm honest.

Well, then go back to
your beloved the-a-ter,

you big thespian.

Perhaps I will.

Our will and our fates do so
contrary run that our devices

are still overthrown.

Now, if you had have
seen my Hamlet--

did you see my Hamlet?

God, I hope he hasn't.

Show me your Hamlet now.

There's my Hamlet.

As I was saying--

Actually, that's a great idea.

We should do Hamlet in New York.

No.

Critics would take
their knives out.

Oh, forget the critics.

New Yorkers love us.

There, it's settled.

Go to New York.

Thank you so much for your help.

We'll be here until
we go to New York.

But to answer my question,
will you need one suite or two?

It's none of my business
your personal arrangements,

but-- but then it
is my business.

A-ha!

You see what he's trying to say
in a very polite, English way

is, will we be living in sin?

One suite is sinful, whereas
two is more discreet?

We'll be living in sin.

But it's nice to have both.

Let me be cruel,
not unnatural.

I will speak daggers
to her but use none.

My tongue and soul in
this be hypocrites.

How in my words somever she be
shent to give them seals never,

my soul consents.

MAN: All right, good.

That will be all for today.

What did you think?

I thought it was wonderful.

No, I want your opinion.

Well, I can't tell you
a thing about acting.

Did I ever tell you
I learned everything

about film acting from you?

I was all over the place
in front of a camera

until I saw your stillness.

Thank you.

But I still wouldn't tell you
anything about stage acting.

And you were great.

[shouting indistinctly]

God will punish the immoral!

You're immoral!

You are immoral!

You are bad for our families!

[horn honking]

"Repent your ungodly ways."

That's a new one.

You obviously haven't
read the news today.

No less than the Vatican has
made a pronouncement about us.

The Vatican-- right.

[honking]

Pope.

We're guilty of
erotic vagrancy?

And a danger to the very
institution of marriage?

Yes, and apparently
Kate's school is a bit

unhappy with our behavior, too.

I'm so sorry, Richard.

[honking]

You must talk to Eddie.

For god's sake,
he's been dragging

this thing out forever.

He simply must
give you a divorce.

You're right.

It stops now.

[shouting indistinctly]

Just need your signature.

You know, I've got
something to add.

He's been doing a number in
his act for over a year--

Cleo, the Nympho of the Nile.

Mhm.

Well, it stops now.

I'll be damned if he's going
to make a dime off of me

after we've divorced.

Hi.

Um, we have a
reservation under Smith.

Thank you, sir.

No, Irene's bringing a dress.

And Richard's trying
hard to find a minister

that will actually marry us.

It's harder to find someone
to marry us than I thought.

I have a Unitarian.

How are you with Unitarians?

Are they legal?

As a king's seal.

Oh.

Then Unitarian it is.

Do you, Richard Walter
Burton, take Elizabeth Rosemond

Taylor, to be your wife?

I do.

And do you, Elizabeth
Rosemond Taylor,

take Richard to be your husband?

I do.

By the power invested in me, I
now pronounce you man and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

That's it?

"That's it"?

It took us two years.

[applause]

Happy?

More than.

Perhaps now they'll
give us some peace.

[chatter]

RICHARD: Where is
my bloody wife?

CROWD: [gasps]

God, that woman knows
how to make an entrance.

I fear I will not live to
hear the news from England.

But I do prophesy the
election rights on Fortinbras.

He has my dying voice.

So tell him, with
the occurrents that

have solicited more and less.

The rest is silence.

CROWD: [cheering wildly]

Bravo!

Bravo!

Bravo!

Bravo!

[cheering intensifies]

Come!

CROWD: [cheering continues]

In the words of
the immortal Bard,

there will be no more marriages!

CROWD: [cheers and applause]

Ifor.

Richard didn't tell me--

Will you accept my apology?

For what?

I was wrong about you.

You've made him
very, very happy.

Thank you.

Just don't break
his heart, please.

Trust me.

He'll break mine
before I break his.

Elizabeth.

Elizabeth, you simply
have to meet this man.

This is Ernest Lehman.

I'm a writer.

"Sweet Smell of Success".

"North by Northwest"--
we love your work.

Thank you.

I wish you'd write
something for me.

Actually, I have something.

"Who's Afraid of
Virginia Woolf?"

Oh, I love the play!

But we could do it together.

Well, you start a new film.

"The Spy Who Came
in from the cold".

Yes, but I could do
this one after that.

I'm afraid you're a little
too masculine for George,

and I can't quite see it.

And I can't imagine the two
of you fighting like that.

Oh.

Well, do you hear that,
my little sugar tart?

He can't imagine us fighting.

Well, it doesn't
matter because why

would anyone hire a vomiting
vat of vodka like yourself?

Well, at least when I vomit, I
make mellifluous sounds, unlike

your little mouse-crap squeaks.

Oh, mellifluous?

Yes.

Mellifluous?

What, was he some Roman
homosexual that you buggered?

Mellifluous, bring me my wine.

That's wonderful, darling.

So?

I--

See, you have to
understand we enjoy fighting.

We really do.

We're masters of the art.

I guess we could wait
until after Richard's film.

PRESENTER: Laurence
Olivier for "Othello".

Rod Steiger for
"The Pawnbroker".

and Richard Burton for "The
Spy Who Came in from the Cold".

And the winner is Lee
Marvin for "Cat Ballou".

CROWD: [cheering and applause]

[distant applause]

It means nothing.

It's easy for you to say.

You've already got one.

And I'm here to make sure you
remember that it means nothing.

I lost to Lee Marvin.

[laughs]

I mean, I love Lee,
but "Cat Ballou"?

He beat Rod and Olivier, too.

[sighs] It's a farce.

I deserved that.

If you really want
one, I'll give you mine.

Don't patronize me.

I don't want yours.

I wanted that one.

I'm trying to cheer you.

Well, don't.

Be a big sulk then.

OK, be a big, pathetic,
sad sulk then!

Damn it, woman, can't
you see that this hurts?

No.

Forgive me.

Please.

[distant applause]

Oh, I gave you the
prize years ago, Martha.

There isn't an abomination
award you haven't won.

[laughter]

--puke.

What?

You make me puke!

Well, that wasn't a
very nice thing to say.

You're fantastic.

Oh, thank you.

Yes, that's my gal-- the very
essence of a frumpy fishwife.

--a simp.

You haven't even got the--

ELIZABETH: What about you?

You're castrated and
going to seed and tallow?

Tallow?

That's ripe, coming from
you, my little butterball.

At least people like butter.

They eat it up.

Let's get the
hell out of here.

I like it here.

You just don't like it when
I get all of the attention,

do you?
RICHARD: I don't like it when--

--stop it!

RICHARD: --you
get the attention?

Then why the hell
did I marry you?

I hope that was an
empty bottle, George.

You can't afford to
waste good liquor.

Prick.

Elizabeth, you can stop.

The crowds aren't watching.

Like I care who's watching.

Elizabeth, stop it.

This is not you.

Oh yeah?

What's me?

Is that me?

Oh god, is that how I look?

Why would anyone want a
print photo like that?

They used to only print
the nice, glamorous ones.

I look like Quasimodo.

You know, they're paying more
now for the ugly ones-- candid

shots.

Why?

Who would want that?

I don't care.

I will love you even if
you get as fat as a hippo.

No, you wouldn't.

Try me.

[phone ringing]

[groaning]

All right, I'm coming.

Hello?

Are you sure?

Thank you.

Wake up!

Wakey, wakey, wakey, wakey.

Come on, sleepyheads.

Wakey, wakey!

I have great news.

My lords and ladies,
Miss Elizabeth Taylor

and Mr. Richard Burton are both
nominated for Academy Awards!

Yay!

Well, that's fantastic.

Richard, two years in a row.

It's incredible.

And I'm already thinking
about what I'm going to wear.

Richard.

You go.

I can't, not after last time.

I just, uh--

Oh no, we'll all
stay here then, right?

We'll make a night of it.

Mommy, can we dress nicely?

Of course we can, my love.

I understood it.

I did.

And let's face
it, those awards--

four out of five
people are humiliated.

What worried me was
that Richard wouldn't

be there if he won his Oscar.

And then when everyone
on "Virginia Woolf"

started to win, it just--

Haskell Wexler for Best
Cinematographer-- deservedly.

Yes, and Sandy Dennis
for Best Supporting.

Wonderful Sandy.

PRESENTER (ON RADIO): And
the envelopes, please.

And the winner is
Elizabeth Taylor--

CROWD: [cheering]

And then.

PRESENTER (ON RADIO): For
Best Performance by an Actor.

The envelope, please.

And the winner is Paul Scofield,
"A Man for All Seasons".

Congratulations, Elizabeth.

Now you have two.

But now I need to
be alone because I

am a very, very poor loser.

Come on, guys.

Come on.

Scofield stayed
in the theater.

So what?

He probably lives in a
damp flat in East London.

Oh, come on.

It's not like you lost
your job or anything.

How the hell would
you know what I lost?

I'll tell you what
you're going to lose.

Her.

I was wrong, you know.

I thought you were
too good for her.

But she's too good for you.

She's just won a bloody
Oscar and you can't enjoy it

with her because you're moping.

Can't you see I'm afraid
I'm not enough for her?

"Enseamed"?

That's not a word.

Richard!

Just the man we need.

Will you tell them that
enseamed is a word?

Elizabeth is right.

Enseamed is a word.

It means, um, greasy.

Good morning, Bernard.

And what brings our esteemed
business manager to Mexico?

Good news, hm?

Why don't you guys
go in for a swim.

Off you go.

So?

I have prepared
some statements.

Yeah, well, skip
the paperwork.

Out with it, man.

Give it to me straight.

Don't be mean to Bernard.

He works hard for us.

I don't dispute it.

It's just that, when it is
good news, he sends a telegram.

And when it's bad news, he
slinks in like an undertaker.

Bernard, ignore him.

Tell me.

Since Richard wants it
straight, you're broke.

Oh, and here I was thinking
it was something serious.

How can we be broke?

How is that possible?

That's everything.

But if Richard takes
"The Comedians"--

"The Comedians"?

When were you offered that role?

I'm turning it down.

Richard, they offered
you 3/4 of a million.

But it's with Sophia.

Screw's Sophia.

I will do it.

I already asked.

They can't afford you.

Well, I'll cut my fee in half.

Tell them I'll do it
for half a million.

Will we be all right then?

For a while.

But after taxes,
hotels, travel, staff--

And we need more
staff for security.

The paparazzi have found us.

More staff.

Now, if you were any
kind of a manager, Bernard,

you'd be able to find us
somewhere where we never

had to pay any taxes and where
the damn photographers would

never find us.

Now you're asking
the impossible.

The only place you two will
get any peace and quiet

is in the middle of
the bloody ocean.

Bernard, you are a genius.

OK, now you can open your eyes.

CROWD: [gasps]

Our new home.

Well, come on.

All aboard, all aboard.

Make yourselves at home.

Don't drown.

A boat.

You live on a boat.

A yacht, mother.

There is a difference.

Yes, it's much more expensive.

CHILDREN: [giggling]

Who's that?

My photographer.

Damn and blast it.

I thought we got a yacht
to get away from the press.

But he's not press.

He's my photographer.

"My photographer"?

What are you, a potentate?

Royalty?

There have probably been
more photographs taken of you

than anyone else on Earth.

Why would you want more?

Because his are beautiful.

No.

You are beautiful.

He just knows how
to point a camera.

Will you stop that?

He doesn't speak
English, Richard.

Trust me.

He understood that.

- Are you jealous?
- Why?

Should I be?

No, of course not.

Because if you so
much as stroke his hand

I'll never speak to you again.

Same goes for you.

- Bit young for you, isn't he?
- Stop it.

Skinny, too.

You'd all but flatten him.

Oh, I'd be careful, Richard.

You could stand to
lose a few pounds.

Yes, but at least mine
doesn't all pool in my fingers,

miss pudgy digits.

What?

What?

Boopsy.

Boopsy, Richard wants to play.

Oh, don't cry.

I'm not crying.

I'm trying not to
stick you with a knife

in your fat, blubbery stomach.
- Well, knife away!

Throw me overboard.

Now you can feel
my pudgy hands now.

Hey, these are
not pudgy hands!

They are fat
and they're pudgy.

I love these hands.

Are you sure?

1000%.

Do you want to
make them beautiful?

But they are beautiful.

Do you want to make
them more beautiful?

I need a ring.

A big ring.

AUCTIONEER: $700,000
with Mr. Onassis.

I have 750,000 on the phone.

I now have 800,000
with Mr. Onassis.

850.

850,000 on the phone.

900,000.

950.

950,000 on the phone.

Yes.

1 million.

1 million with Cartier, Paris.

And 50.

I have 1,050,000 on the phone.

The bid stands at
1,050,000 on the phone.

[gavel bangs]

Sold to Mr. Richard Burton.

[music playing]

[chatter]

MAN: Look at that.

WOMAN: Oh my goodness.

Look at that.

Richard here told me
that my hands looked fat,

so of course, I made him
buy me something that

would make them look small.

Come on.

We must get a drink in you.

Here you are.

And don't worry.

It's not like this
around here all the time.

Normally, it's just
us and the children.

Well, the nannies and the crew.

And there's-- there's
a couple of cooks.

And of course, my brother, Ifor.

And Bernard, our
business manager.

Come here, Bernard.

I've been trying to
explain to Bernard

that since this whole
yacht costs only, what?

$30,000 a year to run,
think of all the money we

save on hotels and houses and--

plus, there's no taxes, you see.

Don't tell anybody, but we--

we can take the dogs
anywhere we want.

Can't we?

We just leave them on the boat.

Two Bloody Marys.

Thank you, Jacques.

[coughing]

I've ordered breakfast.

Do you know it's December?

You're joking.

The children have
been complaining

it's not at all Christmasy.

The children are complaining?

Well, we'd all like
to be in the snow.

I suppose we could open
up the house in Switzerland.

Mr. Burton.

I have not seen you in--

Almost two years, I think.

Yeah.

Are you back?

Miss Taylor?

Elizabeth and the
children arrive tomorrow.

We're the advance guard come to
open the house for Christmas.

Bloody weather you're having.

Tomorrow will be beautiful.

Some wine to start?

Ah, good old Bernard.

Calculating exactly what
Christmas will cost.

Don't look at me.

Talk to Elizabeth.

You're as bad as each other.

I've never seen two people
piss it away so bloody quickly.

Oh, that's good coming
from one of the dozens

of family members on salary.

I work for my money.

As, dear brother, do I.

Oh, no.

Don't you get up.

You finish up here.

I'll go open up your house and
then I'll come back for you.

Very well, good man.

You can always count on Ifor.

[loud clattering]

[grunts]

WOMAN (OVER PA SYSTEM):
[speaking french]

I'm very sorry.

It's his spine.

He'll never walk again.

[solemn music playing]

[funk music playing loudly]

Can you please
shut that thing off?

[music continues]

Can I please get
some peace and quiet?

[splash]

[music stops]

- What is your problem?
- Nothing.

Now I drowned it.

Our guests are
trying to have fun.

Yes, and so was I
until you ruined it.

Oh Richard, I'll ruin it.

Ah!

It's my next job.

"Bluebeard"?

"Bluebeard".

Utter claptrap, but for
the money, I will dance.

You know, he murdered
several of his wives.

I'm beginning to
identify with him.

And who plays these wives?

Hm?

Let me guess.

They're all 12 years old.

No.

They've only cast Raquel
Welch and Virna Lisi so far.

Oh, so you're going
to do this piece of crap

and grope all these girls.

This is a job.

What do you think
pays for all of this?

Witch, that's a book!

Oh, witch?

Yes!

Yes!

You put a spell
on me, didn't you?

I should have
stayed on the stage,

like Scofield, instead of
wasting my talent on you.

- Oh, on me?
- Yes.

- On me!
- On you!

I love it when you
get angry, Richard.

Oh, really?

This is what Richard
Jenkins would've wanted.

You know, there's only one
way to deal with witches--

Don't pretend
like you didn't--

--and that's to burn
them or drown them!

Oh, Elizabeth.

Elizabeth!

Elizabeth!

[pounding]

Elizabeth?

Something to cheer you up.

You bought me
the whole library.

All 1,000 volumes.

I love this little plane.

We should have one.

I'll catch you up.

By the way, how much would
a plane like this one

set me back?

Used, like this?

Yeah.

A million.

Will you take a check?

Richard, no.

Oh, I'm going to
give up drinking.

Think of all the money
that will save us.

Two Academy
Awards and they drop

me from the top 10 movie stars.

It's like you have breasts
and turn 40 in this business,

and it's bye-bye.

Cheer up, Elizabeth.

I just bought you a plane.

Well, your big-boobed
Raquel made the list.

Don't blame me.

I'm only doing this
rubbish for you.

Read it.
It's unplayable.

Oh, boo-hoo.

What you need is a
huge 40th birthday party.

Oh, stop reminding
me that I'm 40.

You look fabulous.

You'll make them
all sick with envy.

That'll get me another job.

OK, last time.

Do you or do you not want
to be the centerpiece of

a splendid, magnificent party?

[chatter]

But Richard just
threw it at me.

He said, here's another trinket.

Champagne?

No, thank you.

I'm giving it up for lent.

Here we are.

WOMAN: Oh, bravo.

[applause]

CROWD: Happy birthday!

Happy birthday.

Make a wish, Elizabeth.

RICHARD: Happy
birthday, darling.

You'd think she was
still a movie star.

Elizabeth.

Elizabeth.

You're still a star.

Hey, you are the biggest star.

I'm a joke.

No!

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

You're my love.

Shh.

[door closes]

Richard, I'm so sorry.

It's Ifor.

He-- he died.

[breathing heavily]

Get away from me.

Look, I'll be honest.

I didn't like Ifor
when I first met him.

But it's OK.

Richard and I have
talked about it.

He just seemed a bit too
old to be Richard's brother.

Too dour.

Too judgmental.

I used to call him
Richard's little

Welsh-village conscience.

You know, we became friends.

And I realized that he
was just trying to protect

Richard the whole time.

And he was a good man.

He was gentle.

I may be your ocean,
but he was your anchor.

He was the only
man I ever admired.

[distant chatter]

I hear you're on
your third bottle.

Have you met Nathalie?

She has the most
exquisite hands.

Richard, stop this.

Let me help.

I killed him.

I killed my brother.

Can you help that?

Well, can you?

No.

So run along.

Go home.

Play with your jewelry.

There's nothing Elizabeth
likes more than playing

with her jewelry.

Bastard.

I'm taking the plane to London.

Miss Taylor!

He's screwing Nathalie Delon?

Miss Taylor.

May we speak with you a moment?

Miss Taylor, please.

Yes, get me Aristotle Onassis.

Now!

Yes.

There she is.

Liz!

Hey, Liz!

[indistinct shouting]

Smile please, darling.

An affair born in
betrayal will end in ashes.

What have I done?

[sniffling]

What did I think?

What did I feel?

The truth is,
practically nothing.

You know, people forget
that Richard and I

were together for 12 years.

We did over 40 films
together in that time.

Richard more than me,
but still, I think

that we were just exhausted.

You know, I think
we needed a break.

RICHARD (ON PHONE): Hello?

I just got the divorce papers.

Are you sure we're
doing the right thing?

RICHARD (ON PHONE): Yes.

Yes, I'm afraid we are.

Did I desert you?

No, I was a deserter.

I from myself.

We should have just stopped.

Lived on a farm in Wales,
on a boat, something.

I don't know.

Somewhere that we
didn't have to perform.

Then maybe-- just maybe--

I think we could've survived.

Did I expect him to date again?

Of course.

I did.

More than that?

No.

No.

That broke my heart.

ELIZABETH: I really do
like it here, though.

It's been-- it's been wonderful.

Freshen your drink, darling?

Thank you.

Honey, did you
hear about Richard?

Oh yes, dating a
Princess Elizabeth.

That's what you
get after a queen.

But did you think he'd
get engaged so quickly?

Oh, honey, it's so Richard.

He bought that cheap ring for
the beauty queen from, what?

Texas?

And now proposing to a princess?

He really is drinking too much.

Mm.

Elizabeth, I am so sorry.

Are you OK?

Oh yes, I've been having
trouble with my back lately.

Keeps going into spasm.

I'll be fine in a minute.

Darling, be a dear.

Get the car and one of my pills.

WOMAN (OVER PA SYSTEM):
Carly, please dial 311.

I come bearing gifts.

Henry.

Jewelry?

Oh Henry, how sweet.

Would you like to try them on?

Sorry, darling,
but it's a little

difficult when I'm upside down.

Richard made the
front page again.

Broke off his engagement.

Henry, my love, would
you call the nurse?

I think I should try
a few steps today.

Oh, Dr. Miller, I was just
telling Henry that I'm

feeling so very much better.

What?

Your blood tests--

look, I'm not saying
it is colon cancer.

But it's serious enough that
I need to run more tests.

I'll be back in
a couple of hours.

Last chance.

Is there anything I can get you?

Just say the word.

Anything?

Richard.

WOMAN (OVER PA SYSTEM): Nurse
[inaudible] to reception.

Nurse [inaudible] to reception.

[chatter]

Hello Boopsy.

Hello Burty.

Miss Taylor.

Oh, Mr. Burton.

Oh, have you met Richard?

So any news?

Yes, and it's all good.

It was a false positive.

Elizabeth, you are OK.

In fact, fit as a fiddle.

Thank you.

Elizabeth, I've
been sitting here

thinking about
how I may lose you

and wondering how I could
let you out of my life

for an hour, let alone a day.

Elizabeth, will you marry me?

Again?

Please?

MAN: Well, here's
to the newlyweds.

CROWD: Here, here!

Thank you very much.

Thank you, sir.

Well done, Mr. Taylor.

Maybe you'll have
better luck this time.

Luck?

Oh, the Liz and Dick
show doesn't need luck.

No.

No, what it needs
is a new script.

I was right.

The audience ate it up.

They love.
They drink.

They fight.

They fornicate.

They marry.

They divorce.

They marry again.

Really, how long
can this show run?

But for the poor
performers, the marriage

was over in months.

You know the lines, but they
just keep coming out wrong.

So painful to remember.

So tiring.

I suddenly feel so very tired.

Do you mind if I lie
down for a moment?

Richard?

Richard?

Richard?

[helicopter blades whirring]

Which dress do you think
is better for the Sony party?

[whirring continues]

What's going on?

Oh, don't tell me it's another
one of those damn fires.

Mother?

What is going on?

Um, it's Richard.

He's dead, hon.

Oh my god!

Elizabeth!

Oh, sweetie!

REPORTER: A few questions!

[indistinct shouting]

Where's the
funeral going to be?

First, on behalf
of Channel 6 News,

we'd like to offer Miss
Taylor our condolences.

Just one question, please!

At the request
of Richard's widow,

and to avoid a media
circus, Miss Taylor

will not attend Richard
Burton's funeral

and will not be
making a statement.

Thank you.

[bell tolling]

[chatter]

I'll get the police.

Please.

Please, have some respect.

Please.

Do you know how rarely
we were ever truly alone?

[speaking french]

[shouting indistinctly]

Oh god, do you have
your pictures now?

Do you?

Can't you leave us alone?

REPORTER: [speaking french]

[solemn music playing]

Forever an ocean.

Forever an ocean.

I think we balanced
each other out.

I think the balance was
what really meant the most.

I think that we both
understood each other.

And I don't think
we'd ever had that.

And without him, I
didn't know what to do.

I could feel that
he really loved me.

He just loved me.

[music playing]

[music playing]