(Song No. 17, Let’s be bad) Show Girls:
When we're feeling down and low Then our favorite word is no 'Cause it points the way to go
Let's be bad!
Who knows what will come tomorrow?
Neighbor, lose the sobs and sorrow We've some sugar you can borrow
Let's be bad!
Assistant #1:
(spoken) Does anyone think she'll actually show up? Is she even on the set?
Assistant #2:
(spoken) Ms. Monroe is in her dressing room.
Director:
(spoken) What kind of shape is she in?
Assistant #1:
(spoken) Her shape ain't the problem. Where is she? We will be stuck here all night!
Show Girls:
Don't want to be boring Our twenties are roaring Let's punish the flooring Yeah, drummer man, do what you can
Tonight the (whoo!) will hit the fan!
Director:
(spoken) How many takes did we do yesterday? Sixty?
Assistant #1:
(spoken) You know, someone should fire her!
Assistant #2:
(spoken) Fire Ms. Monroe?!
Show Girls:
If you need some more enticing Here's a girl with twice the spicing We're the cake, but she's the icing!
Let's be bad!
Let's be bad!
Director:
(spoken) Arthur, where is she?
Arthur:
(spoken) She's in her dressing room. She's not feeling well.
Director:
(spoken) I'm not feeling well either! Get her out here, now!
Marilyn:
(spoken) Here she is, boys. Marilyn Monroe in the flesh, all ready to film yet another thrilling movie about a dumb blonde.
Arthur:
(spoken) Marilyn, you look wonderful.
Marilyn:
(spoken) And that's all that matters, isn't it?
Arthur:
(spoken) Darling, so many pills...
Marilyn:
(spoken) How do you expect me to keep going? You're not bringing in any dough. Somebody has to support us.
Director:
(spoken) Let's take it from her entrance!
Marilyn:
(spoken) Where's my mark?
Assistant #2:
(spoken) Right this way, Ms. Monroe. Follow me.
Director:
If you say something is taboo Well, that's the thing I wanna do
Do it 'til we're black and blue Let's be bad!
Guns and gangsters suit me fine Al Capone is a buddy of mine
He's my big-shot valentine Let's be bad!
If spirits are sagging If feet are a-dragging Fall off-a that wagon
The piano hums to the bass and drums And I'll be dancing when Hoover comes
Don't care if you've tied the knot Most folks want what they ain't got
Melt the ice, some like it hot Let's be bad!
Marilyn with Company:
Here's my whistle, make it wetter Let me wear that Scarlet Letter Marilyn:
When I'm bad, I'm even better
Marilyn with Company:
Let's be bad!
Director:
(spoken) What a mess! She's so doped up, I can't use any of this!
Marilyn with Company:
Assistant #2:(spoken) You're fabulous, Marilyn!
Arthur:(spoken) The whole world adores you!
Assistant #1:(spoken) Keep dancing! You're gorgeous!
Marilyn:
Bring on the vices Don't care what the price is
I'll add the right spices
When the stand-up bass slaps you in the face Well, it ain't my husband I'll embrace Marilyn with Company:
I can't see the use in waiting Your lips are intoxicating Marilyn:
Do my hips need some translating?
Marilyn with Company:
Let's be bad!
Marilyn:
If I drown in bathtub gin
Notify my next of kin
They might grieve or might jump in Marilyn with Company:
Let's be bad!
Marilyn:
Who wants plays and O'Neill dramas?
Gershwin is the cat's pajamas I'm the queen of the red-hot mamas
Marilyn with Company:
Let's be bad!
Each crook and G-Man Each fop and he-man Marilyn:
Just stick with me, man
Every joint's a juke with my red-hot uke And just like Judas once said to Luke...
Marilyn with Company:
Here's the key for my ignition Hit the gas to my transmission Marilyn (Company):
When you hear the things I'm wishing You won't offer opposition
Let's prohibit prohibition!
Let's! (Let's!) Be! (Be!) Ba-a-ad! (Bad!) Marilyn:
Some like it hot, and that ain't bad!
Marilyn: I don’t feel good. I really should go, if, if you don’t mind...
Arthur: Let’s go Marilyn. You need to rest.
Scene 7
SET: Set changes, into a living room of Marilyn and Arthur. Marilyn is reading the final script of Let’s be bad. Arthur is hoping to get her back on the screen. She is addicted to pills and other drugs.
Shadow self 1: Should I even begin?
Shadow self 2: The sad part is...
Shadow self 3: Lost...
Shadow self 4: In your own head.
Spotlight on the living room; Marilyn comes in the room, reading the script; she is not happy or not even dedicated to it;
Marilyn: What is this Arthur? You even like this?
Arthur: Yes, I do. I believe this is the best script you’ve ever got.
Marilyn: You know what this is? It’s a crap! Men in dresses? Who’s gonna pay to see that?
Nobody.
Arthur: What do you mean? This is classic. Just remember Greeks, all men were playing women. Stage wasn’t a proper place for women. Their proper place was home.
Marilyn: And who am I playing again? Dumb blonde as always! I just don’t understand why, why?
Could you at least try to listen? I don’t care what you think. This script stinks. And you know what else? What is that all about the home being a proper place for a woman. It sounds like something Joe would say. Besides I want to stay home, I want to have a life with you. I’m trying to have a baby with you! ...And all you want to do is put me back to work! Is that why you married me?!
She leaves the room.
He realizes he can't help her, or even stay with Marilyn anymore.
Arthur: I don’t know maybe it’s just not like old times, ones I met her. I saw her in profile against a white light, with her hair coiled atop her head; she was weeping under a veil of black lace that she lifted now and then to dab her eyes. When we shook hands, the shock of her body's motion sped through me. But pills just doesn’t do that, she isn’t a girl I met ones, I can’t control her anymore. Pills have her now... Words sometimes don’t fit in the final script. Like writers sometimes lost the words, I lost my sweet Marilyn...
He stands up and goes to the front of a stage.