Feud (2017) s01e08 Episode Script
You Mean All This Time We Could Have Been Friends?
1 - Pauline.
Hi, I'm Adam Freeman.
- Ah.
- Nice to meet you.
If you want to grab a seat - Very nice to meet you.
- in the chair here, we're ready for you.
- Hmm.
- Um, thank you again for doing this.
- My pleasure.
We really appreciate it.
Shouldn't be more than maybe an hour or two, if you have it.
Just a little bit.
PAULINE: Working for Bob, I'd come to feel like a doormat.
Only, you know, the kind of doormat that's holding up the whole house.
Um, at the time, I was I was going with a very pleasant mortgage broker, Howard, and I thought, "What if I follow Howard on his transfer to Pontiac, Michigan and try to find reward in simple domesticity?" But I read in the free press about someone in Detroit filming veterans' testimony on war crimes, so I turned up.
Asked if I could help on set.
Not knowing that there would be so much more opportunity for me in documentary than in Hollywood feature films.
How did you come to reconnect with Joan Crawford? I ran into her at LaGuardia.
Um, she was wearing a Pepto pink dress and a mask of chalk-white foundation, being wheeled through the airport - with broken ankles, drunk.
- Alone.
And for all our past difficulties, when I touched her arm, she cried.
She called me "old friend" and asked me to visit her in Manhattan.
She seemed very much tossed away.
Raindrops keep fallin' on my head And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed - Nothing seems to fit - No, Roz.
Easy Rider.
You know, the one where the actor is dressed all in fringe like an Indian chief.
And that Jack Nicholson, is he vaguely cross-eyed? (microwave dings) And I said - I didn't like the way he got things done - Oh! Aah! Sleeping on the job MAN: We got the same harried situation when we dropped in to pick up wounded soldiers.
It's typical of the Viet MAN 2: When the attention of the hijackers was diverted, the two hostages slipped from the rear door MAN 3: Don't you like dancing? WOMAN: No, not with strangers.
- MAN 3: Never? - WOMAN: Never.
MAN 3: Thanks very much.
WOMAN: Not at all.
Till happiness Steps up to greet me - Raindrops keep fallin' on my head - (sighs) But that doesn't mean my eyes Will soon be turning red Crying's not for me, 'cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining Carl, it's Joan Crawford.
I'm so terribly sorry, but I'm not going to be able to meet you for lunch today.
No.
Please excuse me.
Thank you.
The blues they send to meet me Won't defeat me It won't be long till happiness Steps up to greet me (chuckles) Look! Here's your new home.
Yes.
Yes.
It won't be long Till happiness steps up To greet me (puppy whines, doorbell buzzes) Raindrops keep fallin' on my head I will make myself available to you on a part-time basis.
Will soon be turning red Crying's not for me Princess Lotus Blossom, this is Mamacita.
- (chuckles) - Because I'm free Nothing's worrying me.
(seagulls chirping, waves crashing) I, uh, told my mother the great Joan Crawford was on the books today.
She made me promise to ask when you'll reteam with Bette Davis.
(chuckles) It hurts.
Yeah.
The infections are pretty severe.
And by my count, you're missing six molars? Extractions.
What kind of medieval dental practice extracts six teeth without putting in implants? I did it when I was 23.
It's called "the buckle.
" When you remove the back teeth, your cheeks curve in at a more elegant angle.
Why the heck would you do that? My agent told me if I wanted to work past 25, I should invest in a set of cheekbones.
You can't catch their eye if you can't catch the light, so I did the buckle.
It was not uncommon.
It's also led to bone loss.
There's barely anything holding your remaining teeth in place.
(chuckles) Well, you know what they say about stars.
They're like Christmas trees.
Once the lights are off, you sit there and watch the needles drop.
I'm gonna recommend you to a periodontist to operate on the infections and get you on Darvocet for the pain, but your problems are gonna get a lot worse unless we take care of the other offenders: the old caps, the teeth pushing into open spaces.
I want to fit you for an overdenture.
(chuckles) - A denture.
- Mmm.
No.
I'll do the surgery if I have to, but no dentures.
I'd rather spit blood into a sink than look like Martha Raye.
Miss Crawford, at your age, you need to worry more about staying healthy than staying photogenic.
I'll stop worrying about how I look when they dip me in formaldehyde.
MAMACITA: Miss Joan, - time to wake up.
- (puppy yips) Up, up, up.
Your agent called.
He wants to meet with you this evening.
Stan? I I haven't talked to him in months.
The Missing Link? It's a B movie.
I told them you wouldn't be interested.
Well, who would I play? You'd play an anthropologist who has discovered a caveman who has been preserved for millennia in ice.
A scientist? (chuckles) Oh, I had dreamed of playing Madame Curie.
When I was at MGM, I begged Louie to cast me in that picture, but Well, this is hardly that, Joan.
It's not MGM.
It's more like a Hammer Horror picture.
I'd advise against it.
I'll do it.
Joan.
Look, Stan I need to work.
And if I deliver a fine performance in an independent picture I mean, you know how the Academy loves to reward that kind of star turn.
They're not paying much.
I'll accept a reduced salary, but will they cover the travel expenses for my maid? I'm afraid not.
Hmm.
Well, it'll be an adventure.
Well, let's talk about the other very generous offer from Simon & Schuster.
Lifestyle advice book for women.
How does Joan Crawford keep her house? How does she throw a dinner party? How does she maintain those famous legs? (chuckles) Is there still a market for something like that? Of course there is, Joan.
You're an icon.
We'll get you a state of the art tape recorder.
You can get your thoughts down.
We'll hire someone to type it up.
And if the book is a hit, potentially, it's a huge branding opportunity.
Joan Crawford luggage, Joan Crawford dinnerware, Joan Crawford plastic furniture covers.
I would love that.
(horn honks) Oh, sorry.
Joan Crawford.
4,000 miles from home, and you look like you stepped off the pages of McCall's.
Freddie Francis, your director.
Oh.
(chuckles) I don't look a mess? You know, the car never arrived to take me to the hotel, so I had to hire a cab to bring me straight here from the airport.
My apologies.
We're still getting our little production up on its feet.
But rest assured, Trog is going to be a first-rate production.
Trog? What is Trog? Oh, as in troglodyte.
Trog it's the title of the movie.
I thought the picture was entitled The Missing Link.
We changed it to pop out on the posters.
Picture it: Trog.
(chuckles) And what is that? Oh, uh, your co-star.
Trog.
But he has no hair on his arms or his legs.
Well, you two will be sharing a makeup table, so perhaps you can help refine his look.
You mean I don't have a private dressing room? Well, our budget doesn't really allow for such luxuries.
And when we're out on location, am I expected to change behind a bush? Oh, certainly not.
We've got you a vehicle.
What kind of vehicle? We can put in some curtains.
(hammering, distant chatter) (laughs) - Whoa.
- (table squeaks) This is Joan Crawford.
Let's begin with my point of view.
I always say, treasure yourself.
I do a certain amount of self-pampering.
This is the end I surround myself with happy colors.
Have you worked with Freddie Francis before? This is the end, my only friend I sit on hard chairs.
Soft ones spread the hips.
People ask me if I turn up at board meetings wearing tailored costumes and muted colors.
Oh, no.
I wear shocking pink and lovely hats.
No man ever did a poor job because he had an attractive woman to look at.
I'll never look Every woman tries to be a good mother, and then wonders, if after all her efforts, her children will wind up on a head shrinker's couch complaining about their bad treatment.
FREDDY: Joan? Can you picture what will be - (whirring) - So limitless and free - (Trog groans) - Desperately I mistrust people who don't like animals.
That's fine, Trog.
He understands.
(groans) The prime objective of our program is to gradually pull Trog across a time span right into the heart of the 20th century.
Seems like an impulsive I'm so sorry.
Excuse me.
Is there any way to say this with fewer words? And action.
If he's as old as you say he is, how did he survive? Uh, conceivably, Trog, uh, was frozen solid during the long, long glacial age.
Uh, a-a state similar to chyro I'm sorry.
Let me start that.
A state similar to chyro uh, suspen I'm sorry, could you give me the line, please? Can we get the cue cards for Joan? Oh, I I All right.
JOAN: There are no hard and fast rules for fending off an outright pass, especially if it comes from the boss.
Every intelligent woman has her own method of turning it down without wounding a sensitive male ego.
Join us for a pint.
Oh.
Thank you very much, but I simply can't.
(laughs) An even cleverer woman knows how to prevent the pass in the first place.
If you can't control your cleavage, your perfume, your walk and your eyelashes, you'd better stay out of the business.
Here are a few items no dieter should ever have in the house: peas, lima beans, avocadoes, olives, dried beans, corn, butter, most cheese.
Creamed chicken with mash potatoes makes too much mush.
Always serve something crisp with something soft.
FREDDY: It's just beginning to ring a bell in your head, yes.
- Now it's becoming clear, clearer.
- (Trog groaning) You're remembering the attack on your village.
- Yes, yes.
- JOAN: All the beauty products in the world can't disguise a disagreeable expression.
Have you ever noticed that when you say, "no," you resemble a prune-faced schoolmarm? Well, let's shoot it.
Remind you of your youth at MGM, Joan? Seven miles JOAN: I feel as if clothes are people.
When I buy a dress, that's a new friend.
I have a tremendous respect for fabrics.
- (sighs) - And his skin is cold She's been spending her nights here.
Says she's practicing her blocking.
But tonight, she just seems a wee bitty lost.
is a living reminder of our ancestors who - JOAN: I don't know this.
- Leave her alone.
JOAN: The apes who left the forest and JOAN: I love people.
I've been asked if I ever go around in disguise.
Never! I want to be recognized.
When I hear people say, "There's Joan Crawford," I turn around and say, "Hi.
How are you?" Of some stranger's hand The end of laughter And soft lies The end of nights We tried to die This is the end.
(door bells jingle) Make it to Brenda.
Yes.
Wow.
You're even more glamorous in real life.
(laughs) Thank you, Brenda.
I hope you enjoy reading my beauty secrets I've picked up over the years.
Oh.
Is there stuff about Trog in there? I've seen it six times.
"Trog, stop it.
" (laughing): What a riot.
Brenda, there's a long line of readers wondering what makes you so special as to monopolize all my time.
(quiet laughter) (camera shutter clicking) These people aren't here to buy the book for my advice.
They're here to buy it to mock me.
Well, you should be grateful for the turnout.
They've hardly been buying it at all.
MAN: If you don't mind, I have two items for you to sign.
Baby Jane.
Why don't you have a picture from Grand Hotel, or Mildred Pierce, or any of the 30 years of pictures I made before Baby fucking Jane? I like all your movies, Miss Crawford, but this one is special to me.
Why? Because you think it's funny? No.
I mean, yeah, it's funny.
But I love it because Blanche and Baby Jane are cast aside, beaten down and forgotten, but they never give up hope that they'll rise again.
They're survivors.
What do you know about survival? (crowd murmuring) (horn honks) Why are they running these pictures of us? They're awful.
It is not so bad.
It's monstrous.
That's why they're running them.
Poor Roz she's fighting leukemia, no wonder her face is as big as a moon, but there must have been better pictures of me.
You were tired and emotional.
Is that really how I look? (sighs) Well, if that's how they see me, they'll never see me again.
Stan, I want you to stop submitting me for roles.
I'm done.
PAULINE: You know, in Japan, when you turn 60, you put on this bright red hat, and you celebrate kanreki.
It's your second childhood.
Life isn't over.
It's just beginning.
Can I ask you something? Is your grandmother still alive? ADAM: Yes.
Give her a call.
Oh, looks comfortable.
Isn't comfortable.
So, Victor, after all the drama involved in its production, how do you think Charlotte turned out? Have you interviewed Bette yet? She's rescheduled on us a number of times.
Well, there'll be hell to pay if she finds herself unfairly maligned, but at the risk of taking my lashes, I'll tell you.
I think Charlotte was just okay.
It didn't have the magic of Baby Jane, and the New York Times called Bette's performance "resentable.
" - Hmm.
Was she upset? - Oh.
Failure made her desperate.
She was sure that every job she got would be her last.
She snatched up every offer that came her way, and she lost that special something that I considered her signature.
What was that? Her high standards.
Do you think my type is coming back? (audience laughs) So it's top secret.
If any man in Washington can declassify it for me, you can.
VICTOR: Eight pilots she made.
It was like Miles Davis playing jingles for lunch meat commercials.
And I've told her this to her face.
We're friends because I tell the truth.
But what devastated her, in fact, was that the force of her talent wasn't even enough to get one of the eight bought for series.
BETTE: What idiots are these businessmen that they pay for a pilot and then they don't bother to put it on the air.
They must make measure of whether the shows will be losers over time.
Plenty of losers get bought.
Why not mine? Is that really what you want, my dear? To spend your years in Burbank, playing a hypochondriac judge? Oh, I don't know how this happened.
Hepburn is off doing Albee and Tennessee Williams and being nominated for Academy Awards.
Am I not every bit her equal? Am I not every bit as interesting as she is? How does she manage? But Katharine sometimes says no.
Well, she doesn't have to support children, does she? And she's a snob.
Did you know that Life magazine wanted to photograph the two of us together? The two legends.
I bought a flight to New York, and she ignored their calls.
Life magazine! And when she finally answered them she said she didn't want to pose with me.
Nothing good can come from comparing yourself.
If Katharine were sitting right there you know what I'd say to her? I would say "I pity you.
"I have had an experience that you will never have.
"And thank God I had it, because I have the love of my children.
" (Bette coughing) Oh.
What, no kiss for Mother? Not with a cough like that.
(coughing) Oh, Christ.
Old Hollywood is really over.
Look at this place.
It's really gone down.
Just hope the food is still good.
I was so looking forward to a real girls' lunch.
Let's make a day of it, hon.
Seems as if they don't have barbershops in Pennsylvania.
Why don't I take you to my salon? - Jeremy likes my hair this way.
- Well, of course.
It's in keeping with his caveman sensibility.
(laughing) I'm kidding, darling.
Well, Jeremy's old-school ways seem to suit you.
Everyone thought you'd be divorced by 18, and look at you you're still in love.
It's marvelous.
Why don't we ask him to join us this afternoon? And we could take the children to the observatory.
Jeremy went back to Pennsylvania.
With the boys.
What? But they were meant to spend the rest of the week with me.
I I booked an acting coach for Ashley to help him with his diction, - and we've had plans for the zoo.
You - My children aren't staying with you ever again, Mother.
Ashley told us you beat on his baby brother last night.
(gasps) Well, I did no such thing.
Wh Why would he say that? You didn't beat Justin for crying when Jeremy and I left for the hotel? Oh, I swatted him.
He was throwing a temper tantrum, he was out of control.
- You traumatized him.
- B.
D.
, I swatted you a thousand times did I traumatize you? From now on, if you want to visit with your grandchildren, you may do so at our farm, under supervision.
After you do something about your drinking problem.
Since when do you since when do you think I'm a drunk? You're sitting right there with a margarita at 11:00 a.
m.
Let's order some guacamole.
Everything seems dire on an empty stomach.
I'm not eating with you.
I came here to say what I had to say.
- (Bette coughing) - DOCTOR: I want to run some blood work.
No, ma'am, I just need something to (coughing): soothe my cough.
We'll both be happier preventing your problems than trying to solve them once they dig in.
You're not 18.
Oh, thanks.
News flash.
(coughs) Can I persuade you to lay off the smoking? (chuckles) Look, I'm off booze.
I can't give up cigarettes.
They're my only friends.
How long ago did you stop drinking? - 17 days.
- You shouldn't white-knuckle detox, Bette.
So you need help with your drinking problem.
Big whoop.
A lot of women your age turn to alcohol when they have - little else to do.
- (groans) I'll grab you some brochures on rehab facilities.
Oh, no.
I'm I can't go to rehab.
I can't, I've got the Dean Martin roast.
(coughing) VICTOR: Oh the roast.
It was the cruelest of degradations.
Demeaned and insulted by fifth-rate celebrities.
- (applause) - DEAN MARTIN: And here's one from Harold Donaldson from Detroit.
"Dear Miss Davis, my wife and I just saw your film "What Ever Happened to Baby Jane? "Could you settle an argument for us? In private life, are you and Joan Crawford really brothers?" (audience laughing) JOYCE HABER: Bette was the queen of Hollywood.
Back in the days where queens were still ladies.
And Joan Crawford was king.
(audience guffaws, applauds) VINCENT PRICE: Miss Crawford has always been envious of Bette's voluptuous figure.
As a matter of fact, Joan used to borrow Bette's bras to use them as shoulder pads.
(laughing, applause) ADAM: Did she tell Joan how bad she felt about the roast? No.
And I think she regretted it.
- Especially after Aimee.
- Aimee? Aimee Semple McPherson, the famed evangelist.
BETTE: I met her.
- You did? - 1932 at the Foursquare Gospel Church.
What a performer.
A fraudulent evangelical minister who faked her own kidnapping.
Can you imagine? Well, I begged the studio to let me play her.
Not a single bite.
In '76 Bette landed a role playing not the minister but the mother in The Disappearance of Aimee.
Right, the Faye Dunaway movie.
Ooh.
If you ever do end up interviewing Bette, I'd advise against calling it that.
For all her complaints about Joan, she didn't know true hatred until she met Faye.
Hanging in there, Miss Davis? If I hang in here any longer, I'll fall off my branch.
You know, locations used to come to me.
Here, Anthony, I want to read you this.
A passage.
"And Moses sayeth to his brethren, "'The Lord shall afflict you with lesions "'all over your body if you be not punctual "'in your laborings, "'even if you are very pretty and the star of Chinatown.
'" (chuckles) Is that from Romans? Our call was 6:00 a.
m.
I arrived at 5:45.
I did not see Miss Faye Dunaway in her makeup chair until 7:00.
It is now 11:00, and while we all roast to death in this toaster oven, you, sir, have still not gotten off your first goddamn shot.
I could have kicked that part right out of the park.
Well, you're an intimidating presence, Bette.
Put yourself inside Faye Dunaway's shoes.
I just think maybe she didn't come out of her trailer because she was afraid she couldn't keep up with you.
There is no excuse for unprofessionalism.
(grunts) Hell, it almost makes you miss Crawford.
At least she had the decency to show up on time and she was the first one on the set - and the last one to leave.
- (laughs) My God.
Oh, I never thought I'd live to hear you breathe a kindness about Joan Crawford.
Well, don't tell a soul.
It will cut all my talk show appearances in half if anyone thinks that I've gone soft on Crawfish.
Mm.
She has cancer, you know.
What? Hasn't left her apartment in months, I hear.
Cancer isn't going to kill Joan.
She's a cockroach, just like me.
(laughs) You should call her.
She doesn't want to talk to me.
Of course she would.
You mean something to her.
You and she have so much in common.
You're both Aries.
You're both single mothers to angry children.
You've each been married four times.
In many ways, I hate to say this, but she may be the only person in the entire world who knows how you really feel right now.
I have been reading in the columns she's been saying very nice things about Dunaway.
She even said she would want Faye Dunaway to play her in a picture.
(chuckles) I should warn her.
Yes.
Go ahead and warn her.
- (music playing on TV) - Do you want to watch? - (phone ringing) - Oh.
Who's that? Hmm.
Hello.
Hello? This is Joan Crawford.
Who's calling at this late hour? Is anyone there? Hello? Nobody there.
(knocking) Coming.
(chuckles) - Oh, Cathy darling.
- (laughs): Oh! - Mommie dearest.
- Oh.
Oh, look.
Oh, my little angels.
- Oh! (chuckles) - (bell dings) Oh, I think the microwave is the most wonderful invention of the 20th century.
(chuckles) You don't mind paper plates, do you, dear? Mamacita only comes in three times a week, and I I hate to leave a mess for her.
- No, Mommie, that's fine.
- (dog whimpering) Oh, there's my darling girl, there's my sweet girl.
(indistinct chatter) Ah.
- Mommie.
- Hmm? I'm worried about you.
Mamacita says you've stopped seeing your doctor.
Yes, dear, that's right.
Do you think that's wise? Well Western medicine thinks it can poison this cancer out of me, but since I've adopted the tenets of Christian Science, I have been feeling a wonderful new vigor, I really have.
I feel like I could take anything life could throw at me.
(laughs) Speaking of which, have you talked to your sister? Cindy and I speak all the time.
Oh, no, darling.
I know you and Cindy do.
- Of course you do.
(chuckles) - (chuckles) No, I I was referring to your elder sister, to Christina.
Uh, no.
Not recently.
My editor tells me - she's been writing a book.
- Oh.
It's about me, evidently.
Alleging the most vile things.
You have to understand I was at the height of my career when she was little.
We never enjoyed the quality time together like I had with you and Cindy.
The little time that I did have, I worked so hard at instilling the proper values in her.
I only wanted her to appreciate her advantages.
Of course, Mommie, of course.
My editor asked if I wanted to read an advance copy of the galleys, but why spend the days of your life reading something that could only hurt you? - (clattering) - Children, I told you before we got here, no sliding on Grandma's floors.
No, no, no.
It's all right, dear.
(chuckles) Look, they're enjoying themselves.
Just be careful.
Don't hurt yourselves.
No, what's a few scuff marks? It doesn't matter.
(children laughing) Do they think of me as their real grandmother? Of course.
I don't know how much they understand about you being adopted.
No, Mommie, they understand that you picked me and their Aunt Cindy out of all of the children in the world.
And that we wouldn't have chosen any other mother, because we had the best one anyone could ever have.
(sobs) Okay? Oh.
(sniffles) (children laughing) (lightning crashing) (groaning) (thunder rumbles) (laughter in distance) (glasses clink) (laughter continues) (The Flamingos' "I Only Have Eyes for You" playing) - Hello? - My love must be - (laughter continues) - A kind of blind love I can't see anyone but you (laughter continues) Hello? Sha-bop, sha-bop Sha-bop, sha-bop (laughter) Sha-bop, sha-bop (liquid pouring) - Sha-bop, sha-bop - MAN: You remember? WOMAN: I do.
- (laughter) - Sha-bop, sha-bop Are the stars out tonight? I'm gonna get right up and put on my clothes I'm gonna go right out and take in all the shows (both laughing) JOAN: Hedda? Jack, what are you doing here? Oh, Joan, did you ever hear of the Cataract? Not the C (laughs) The Cascade.
- (laughs) The Cascade.
- (laughs) Oh.
A movie house Jack and his brothers - used to run in Pennsylvania.
- Yeah.
That's right.
Sam ran the picture, Abe kept the books, Harry broke the balls, - and I broke the hearts.
- Aw.
(chuckles) He used to sing in the aisles between showings.
Oh, Jack.
Sing for Joan.
I'm gonna borrow from everybody on my staff I'm going drink and dance and drive and laugh The doctor says my days are done So if I die, I'm gonna have some fun.
(all laughing) Oh, Jack, if a young actor had come in and sung like that for you, you'd have put him on the first bus out of town.
- Yeah.
Thank God I never had any talent.
- Mm.
That makes two of us.
I had plenty of talent, Mr.
Warner.
I just had the foresight not to be the talent forever.
Well, now, what is wrong with being the talent? Well, everyone thinks you have the world on a string, but it's the other way around.
It's much better to be the one pulling the string, darling.
Oh.
I know that.
Yes, indeed.
You two made my life miserable.
Made every job I ever had a fight to the death.
Oh, come on, Joan.
You act like you're the only one who had to cup your balls and do hand-to-hand combat.
Think about all those WASPs who didn't let our kids into private schools, who told me to be a good Jew and go back to the garment district.
And you know better than anyone, Joan, my hundred years' war with Louella.
Yes, but no one was taking sides against you.
No one was throwing gasoline on your resentments.
Well, the expression is not "unite and conquer.
" (laughing) No, but why? Why did I need to be conquered? BETTE: What other way was there? Let the animals run the zoo? (chuckles) What is she doing here? Be friendly, Joan.
We're having a party.
Tell 'em what it did to you, Joan.
Tell 'em what they did to you.
Tell us.
Go on, darling.
Sha-bop, sha-bop Well, I suppose I felt like I always had to be on.
That if someone caught a glimpse of the girl beneath the movie star, then, poof, I'd go back to that sad little wretch I'd been.
You know, so (sighs) I spent my whole life being Joan Crawford.
(chuckles) A woman I created for others.
Sha-bop, sha-bop Sha-bop, sha-bop I don't know who-who I am when I'm by myself.
Sha-bop, sha-bop I think you should apologize to Joan, Jack.
Both of you should.
Uh well, I'll do it if he does.
All right.
On the count of three.
One - two - Two - three.
- three.
(all laughing) It wouldn't come out! (laughing): No.
- Oh (laughs) - JACK: Now, Joanie, look, look, if I if I really had known how hard I-I'd really made it for you, I I wouldn't have done a fucking thing different - (all laughing) - Bastard.
Not true.
It all works out in the end, Joanie.
You know, we showbiz folks, you know, all that anger that we feel from not being loved which is the reason we're in this business in the first place all the tears and the screaming and the-the rage, it all disappears.
And the public, what they remember, for the most part, is the good stuff.
The work.
And all the joy that we brought them.
Trust me, all the suffering will have been worth it.
Will it, really? All that pain will finally amount to something? Don't worry, sweetheart.
You will always be young, always be beautiful, a goddess of your time, frozen in amber by Hurrell.
Bette, too, though it pains me to say it.
Legends, all.
Oh, come on.
Let's have a drink.
Oh, I I don't drink anymore.
Boring.
All right, come on, Hedda.
Help me make some drinks, all right? Nobody wields an ice pick quite like you.
(chuckles) Nice apartment.
You get out much? Theater? The Guggenheim? No, uh, not so much, no.
(laughs) Neither do I.
Do you know what I love the most in this world? The Young and the Restless.
- Oh.
Yes, that beautiful sea captain.
- (chuckles) - What is his name? - Lucas Prentiss.
- That's right.
(chuckles) - (chuckles) Why am I so happy to see you? Nostalgia.
Hmm.
Let's play a game.
It's called Regrets.
- Oh.
- No, no, no.
If you draw a pip card, you say something you feel sorry you did.
If you draw a face card, you say something you wish you had done.
That doesn't sound like a very fun game.
It's the only game I know.
(chuckles) I'm sorry I wasn't more generous with you.
I wish I wish I'd been a friend to you.
(chuckles) Well, it's not too late, is it? We can start now.
(chuckles) Let's have a champagne toast.
Mamacita! Oh, I'm so glad that you came here.
You know, I've often fantasized about staying up late like two girlfriends, talking about Bob and, well, all the other men - that we've known along the way.
- (laughs) Mamacita! The champagne! It's silly that we've spent all these years at odds with each other.
But we can start over.
Why don't you stay here with me, as my guest? You don't have to rush back to Connecticut, - do you? - MAMACITA: Miss Joan.
What are you doing? Bring the champagne, dear.
You are not drinking.
Well, then bring some for my friend, Bette.
There is no one there.
(thunder rumbling) She must have slipped out.
Did you help Hedda and Jack in the kitchen? Come, Miss Joan.
Come.
We go to bed.
Good.
I-I can't go to bed.
I have guests.
There is no one else here.
It is just you and I.
Thank you, Mamacita.
MAMACITA: She died one week later.
We embalmed her.
We made her look the way she liked.
And then we cremated her body.
She had a big funeral, yeah? Not as big as Judy Garland's, but star-studded? Yes.
Myrna Loy, Anita Loos, Andy Warhol.
Jack Valenti got the studios to observe a moment of silence.
It made me sad.
To say good-bye to her? No, because they all showed up to say good-bye.
But when she was alive, when she needed them most, no one was there.
(phone ringing) What? Miss Davis, this is Jan Tomlinson with the AP Wire Service.
Good morning.
Ah, I've lost track of the days.
Are there nominations announced or something? No, Miss Davis.
Joan Crawford died this morning.
Do you have a comment? My mother always said don't say anything bad about the dead.
Only say good.
Joan Crawford is dead.
Good.
- I was in the neighborhood.
- Oh, Miss Davis.
- Is she in her room? - Uh, yes.
BETTE: Margot, darling.
It's Mommy.
Hello, sweetheart.
Oh, look what you're doing.
What a nice drawing.
Look at how beautifully you're filling those hearts in.
I did a drawing, myself.
Well, I didn't actually do the drawing.
A lovely man named Don did it.
I met him at Roddy McDowall's.
Do you remember him? BETTE: We had a wonderful date, a wonderful time.
(clears throat) Miss Davis.
I don't mean to seem rude, but you need to sit still.
Fine.
You have an hour.
That's it.
Okay.
Can Your chin Just Mmm.
Would you like to stay for dinner? All right.
But But.
But.
You do know I'm gay? Of course.
BETTE: We had a wonderful dinner that night, but it would never work out with Don because of my work.
My work has always taken first position, and men don't want that.
But I would rather go for something I feel even if I get hurt.
I don't want to spend my life protecting myself.
After dinner, the painter, Don, he showed me the drawing that he made.
It captured the way I am now completely.
BETTE: Can I see it now? (clears throat) It's not finished yet.
Don't you like it? Honestly, it (chuckles) It sort of scares me.
Then I want to see it.
Yep.
That's the old bag.
BETTE: I'm sorry that I haven't been to see you more often, darling, but I'm going to write you letters.
Beautiful letters.
And we'll keep them in a special box.
Would you like that? Last week someone sent me letters that my mother had written to a friend of hers years ago before she died.
BETTE: Many of the letters were about me.
Long story short, my mother said terrible things about me behind my back.
She said that I was a queen bee.
And that I was selfish.
And that it was all about me, and that I was a pain and a chore.
She'd never said anything to me.
My own mother.
I thought she was my only friend.
But actually I was totally alone.
(applause) What's your pick for Best Picture, Miss Davis? Oh, I'd have to say The Turning Point.
It was my favorite film this year.
The men are merely dance partners, and the women fight on the roof.
It's the story of my life.
- (Bette and bartender chuckle) - Bette? Are you giving Charlton an award? Chuck Heston, yes.
He's the only actor that's as difficult as I am.
The Jean Hersholt Humanitarian Award? (chuckles) Oh, I don't give a shit.
I'm not here to present, I'm here to preside.
(chuckles) BLONDELL: Hey, ladies, it's the "In Memoriam.
" Christ, where did the night go? (over television): Oh, just one more time Just close your eyes And we'll see their face again Though your days are gone They live on And on Let their song play One more time That's it? BLONDELL: Christ.
50 years in show business, and they give her two seconds.
- One more time.
- That's all any of us will get.
To Joan.
(applause) MAN: Clean wearing, long lasting foundation.
Worn by the world's great beauties Miss Davis.
Hi, I'm Adam.
Yes.
Hi.
I told you in a letter, I told you on the phone, and now I'll tell you to your face.
I will not participate in your documentary.
You'll want me to say funny, bitchy one-liners about Crawford.
I won't do it.
She was a professional.
We did one picture together.
Our lives intersected.
That's it.
I don't have anything more to say.
MAN: Miss Davis, you're on next.
ADAM: Well, I guess that's it.
We'll never really know what happened between these two women.
I want to know what happened that first day.
When they finally were on a set together after all those years of their feud.
(bell rings) That's what I want to know.
(laughs) (both chuckle) So I put a a rubber band around it, and I went back into the party.
What choice did I have? (both laugh) PAULINE: Miss Crawford, Miss Davis.
Bob is calling for your first read-through.
All ready? I'll get my script.
Wonderful.
Bette? Here's what I really hope from this picture when all is said and done: I hope I've made a new friend.
Me, too.
Hi, I'm Adam Freeman.
- Ah.
- Nice to meet you.
If you want to grab a seat - Very nice to meet you.
- in the chair here, we're ready for you.
- Hmm.
- Um, thank you again for doing this.
- My pleasure.
We really appreciate it.
Shouldn't be more than maybe an hour or two, if you have it.
Just a little bit.
PAULINE: Working for Bob, I'd come to feel like a doormat.
Only, you know, the kind of doormat that's holding up the whole house.
Um, at the time, I was I was going with a very pleasant mortgage broker, Howard, and I thought, "What if I follow Howard on his transfer to Pontiac, Michigan and try to find reward in simple domesticity?" But I read in the free press about someone in Detroit filming veterans' testimony on war crimes, so I turned up.
Asked if I could help on set.
Not knowing that there would be so much more opportunity for me in documentary than in Hollywood feature films.
How did you come to reconnect with Joan Crawford? I ran into her at LaGuardia.
Um, she was wearing a Pepto pink dress and a mask of chalk-white foundation, being wheeled through the airport - with broken ankles, drunk.
- Alone.
And for all our past difficulties, when I touched her arm, she cried.
She called me "old friend" and asked me to visit her in Manhattan.
She seemed very much tossed away.
Raindrops keep fallin' on my head And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed - Nothing seems to fit - No, Roz.
Easy Rider.
You know, the one where the actor is dressed all in fringe like an Indian chief.
And that Jack Nicholson, is he vaguely cross-eyed? (microwave dings) And I said - I didn't like the way he got things done - Oh! Aah! Sleeping on the job MAN: We got the same harried situation when we dropped in to pick up wounded soldiers.
It's typical of the Viet MAN 2: When the attention of the hijackers was diverted, the two hostages slipped from the rear door MAN 3: Don't you like dancing? WOMAN: No, not with strangers.
- MAN 3: Never? - WOMAN: Never.
MAN 3: Thanks very much.
WOMAN: Not at all.
Till happiness Steps up to greet me - Raindrops keep fallin' on my head - (sighs) But that doesn't mean my eyes Will soon be turning red Crying's not for me, 'cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining Carl, it's Joan Crawford.
I'm so terribly sorry, but I'm not going to be able to meet you for lunch today.
No.
Please excuse me.
Thank you.
The blues they send to meet me Won't defeat me It won't be long till happiness Steps up to greet me (chuckles) Look! Here's your new home.
Yes.
Yes.
It won't be long Till happiness steps up To greet me (puppy whines, doorbell buzzes) Raindrops keep fallin' on my head I will make myself available to you on a part-time basis.
Will soon be turning red Crying's not for me Princess Lotus Blossom, this is Mamacita.
- (chuckles) - Because I'm free Nothing's worrying me.
(seagulls chirping, waves crashing) I, uh, told my mother the great Joan Crawford was on the books today.
She made me promise to ask when you'll reteam with Bette Davis.
(chuckles) It hurts.
Yeah.
The infections are pretty severe.
And by my count, you're missing six molars? Extractions.
What kind of medieval dental practice extracts six teeth without putting in implants? I did it when I was 23.
It's called "the buckle.
" When you remove the back teeth, your cheeks curve in at a more elegant angle.
Why the heck would you do that? My agent told me if I wanted to work past 25, I should invest in a set of cheekbones.
You can't catch their eye if you can't catch the light, so I did the buckle.
It was not uncommon.
It's also led to bone loss.
There's barely anything holding your remaining teeth in place.
(chuckles) Well, you know what they say about stars.
They're like Christmas trees.
Once the lights are off, you sit there and watch the needles drop.
I'm gonna recommend you to a periodontist to operate on the infections and get you on Darvocet for the pain, but your problems are gonna get a lot worse unless we take care of the other offenders: the old caps, the teeth pushing into open spaces.
I want to fit you for an overdenture.
(chuckles) - A denture.
- Mmm.
No.
I'll do the surgery if I have to, but no dentures.
I'd rather spit blood into a sink than look like Martha Raye.
Miss Crawford, at your age, you need to worry more about staying healthy than staying photogenic.
I'll stop worrying about how I look when they dip me in formaldehyde.
MAMACITA: Miss Joan, - time to wake up.
- (puppy yips) Up, up, up.
Your agent called.
He wants to meet with you this evening.
Stan? I I haven't talked to him in months.
The Missing Link? It's a B movie.
I told them you wouldn't be interested.
Well, who would I play? You'd play an anthropologist who has discovered a caveman who has been preserved for millennia in ice.
A scientist? (chuckles) Oh, I had dreamed of playing Madame Curie.
When I was at MGM, I begged Louie to cast me in that picture, but Well, this is hardly that, Joan.
It's not MGM.
It's more like a Hammer Horror picture.
I'd advise against it.
I'll do it.
Joan.
Look, Stan I need to work.
And if I deliver a fine performance in an independent picture I mean, you know how the Academy loves to reward that kind of star turn.
They're not paying much.
I'll accept a reduced salary, but will they cover the travel expenses for my maid? I'm afraid not.
Hmm.
Well, it'll be an adventure.
Well, let's talk about the other very generous offer from Simon & Schuster.
Lifestyle advice book for women.
How does Joan Crawford keep her house? How does she throw a dinner party? How does she maintain those famous legs? (chuckles) Is there still a market for something like that? Of course there is, Joan.
You're an icon.
We'll get you a state of the art tape recorder.
You can get your thoughts down.
We'll hire someone to type it up.
And if the book is a hit, potentially, it's a huge branding opportunity.
Joan Crawford luggage, Joan Crawford dinnerware, Joan Crawford plastic furniture covers.
I would love that.
(horn honks) Oh, sorry.
Joan Crawford.
4,000 miles from home, and you look like you stepped off the pages of McCall's.
Freddie Francis, your director.
Oh.
(chuckles) I don't look a mess? You know, the car never arrived to take me to the hotel, so I had to hire a cab to bring me straight here from the airport.
My apologies.
We're still getting our little production up on its feet.
But rest assured, Trog is going to be a first-rate production.
Trog? What is Trog? Oh, as in troglodyte.
Trog it's the title of the movie.
I thought the picture was entitled The Missing Link.
We changed it to pop out on the posters.
Picture it: Trog.
(chuckles) And what is that? Oh, uh, your co-star.
Trog.
But he has no hair on his arms or his legs.
Well, you two will be sharing a makeup table, so perhaps you can help refine his look.
You mean I don't have a private dressing room? Well, our budget doesn't really allow for such luxuries.
And when we're out on location, am I expected to change behind a bush? Oh, certainly not.
We've got you a vehicle.
What kind of vehicle? We can put in some curtains.
(hammering, distant chatter) (laughs) - Whoa.
- (table squeaks) This is Joan Crawford.
Let's begin with my point of view.
I always say, treasure yourself.
I do a certain amount of self-pampering.
This is the end I surround myself with happy colors.
Have you worked with Freddie Francis before? This is the end, my only friend I sit on hard chairs.
Soft ones spread the hips.
People ask me if I turn up at board meetings wearing tailored costumes and muted colors.
Oh, no.
I wear shocking pink and lovely hats.
No man ever did a poor job because he had an attractive woman to look at.
I'll never look Every woman tries to be a good mother, and then wonders, if after all her efforts, her children will wind up on a head shrinker's couch complaining about their bad treatment.
FREDDY: Joan? Can you picture what will be - (whirring) - So limitless and free - (Trog groans) - Desperately I mistrust people who don't like animals.
That's fine, Trog.
He understands.
(groans) The prime objective of our program is to gradually pull Trog across a time span right into the heart of the 20th century.
Seems like an impulsive I'm so sorry.
Excuse me.
Is there any way to say this with fewer words? And action.
If he's as old as you say he is, how did he survive? Uh, conceivably, Trog, uh, was frozen solid during the long, long glacial age.
Uh, a-a state similar to chyro I'm sorry.
Let me start that.
A state similar to chyro uh, suspen I'm sorry, could you give me the line, please? Can we get the cue cards for Joan? Oh, I I All right.
JOAN: There are no hard and fast rules for fending off an outright pass, especially if it comes from the boss.
Every intelligent woman has her own method of turning it down without wounding a sensitive male ego.
Join us for a pint.
Oh.
Thank you very much, but I simply can't.
(laughs) An even cleverer woman knows how to prevent the pass in the first place.
If you can't control your cleavage, your perfume, your walk and your eyelashes, you'd better stay out of the business.
Here are a few items no dieter should ever have in the house: peas, lima beans, avocadoes, olives, dried beans, corn, butter, most cheese.
Creamed chicken with mash potatoes makes too much mush.
Always serve something crisp with something soft.
FREDDY: It's just beginning to ring a bell in your head, yes.
- Now it's becoming clear, clearer.
- (Trog groaning) You're remembering the attack on your village.
- Yes, yes.
- JOAN: All the beauty products in the world can't disguise a disagreeable expression.
Have you ever noticed that when you say, "no," you resemble a prune-faced schoolmarm? Well, let's shoot it.
Remind you of your youth at MGM, Joan? Seven miles JOAN: I feel as if clothes are people.
When I buy a dress, that's a new friend.
I have a tremendous respect for fabrics.
- (sighs) - And his skin is cold She's been spending her nights here.
Says she's practicing her blocking.
But tonight, she just seems a wee bitty lost.
is a living reminder of our ancestors who - JOAN: I don't know this.
- Leave her alone.
JOAN: The apes who left the forest and JOAN: I love people.
I've been asked if I ever go around in disguise.
Never! I want to be recognized.
When I hear people say, "There's Joan Crawford," I turn around and say, "Hi.
How are you?" Of some stranger's hand The end of laughter And soft lies The end of nights We tried to die This is the end.
(door bells jingle) Make it to Brenda.
Yes.
Wow.
You're even more glamorous in real life.
(laughs) Thank you, Brenda.
I hope you enjoy reading my beauty secrets I've picked up over the years.
Oh.
Is there stuff about Trog in there? I've seen it six times.
"Trog, stop it.
" (laughing): What a riot.
Brenda, there's a long line of readers wondering what makes you so special as to monopolize all my time.
(quiet laughter) (camera shutter clicking) These people aren't here to buy the book for my advice.
They're here to buy it to mock me.
Well, you should be grateful for the turnout.
They've hardly been buying it at all.
MAN: If you don't mind, I have two items for you to sign.
Baby Jane.
Why don't you have a picture from Grand Hotel, or Mildred Pierce, or any of the 30 years of pictures I made before Baby fucking Jane? I like all your movies, Miss Crawford, but this one is special to me.
Why? Because you think it's funny? No.
I mean, yeah, it's funny.
But I love it because Blanche and Baby Jane are cast aside, beaten down and forgotten, but they never give up hope that they'll rise again.
They're survivors.
What do you know about survival? (crowd murmuring) (horn honks) Why are they running these pictures of us? They're awful.
It is not so bad.
It's monstrous.
That's why they're running them.
Poor Roz she's fighting leukemia, no wonder her face is as big as a moon, but there must have been better pictures of me.
You were tired and emotional.
Is that really how I look? (sighs) Well, if that's how they see me, they'll never see me again.
Stan, I want you to stop submitting me for roles.
I'm done.
PAULINE: You know, in Japan, when you turn 60, you put on this bright red hat, and you celebrate kanreki.
It's your second childhood.
Life isn't over.
It's just beginning.
Can I ask you something? Is your grandmother still alive? ADAM: Yes.
Give her a call.
Oh, looks comfortable.
Isn't comfortable.
So, Victor, after all the drama involved in its production, how do you think Charlotte turned out? Have you interviewed Bette yet? She's rescheduled on us a number of times.
Well, there'll be hell to pay if she finds herself unfairly maligned, but at the risk of taking my lashes, I'll tell you.
I think Charlotte was just okay.
It didn't have the magic of Baby Jane, and the New York Times called Bette's performance "resentable.
" - Hmm.
Was she upset? - Oh.
Failure made her desperate.
She was sure that every job she got would be her last.
She snatched up every offer that came her way, and she lost that special something that I considered her signature.
What was that? Her high standards.
Do you think my type is coming back? (audience laughs) So it's top secret.
If any man in Washington can declassify it for me, you can.
VICTOR: Eight pilots she made.
It was like Miles Davis playing jingles for lunch meat commercials.
And I've told her this to her face.
We're friends because I tell the truth.
But what devastated her, in fact, was that the force of her talent wasn't even enough to get one of the eight bought for series.
BETTE: What idiots are these businessmen that they pay for a pilot and then they don't bother to put it on the air.
They must make measure of whether the shows will be losers over time.
Plenty of losers get bought.
Why not mine? Is that really what you want, my dear? To spend your years in Burbank, playing a hypochondriac judge? Oh, I don't know how this happened.
Hepburn is off doing Albee and Tennessee Williams and being nominated for Academy Awards.
Am I not every bit her equal? Am I not every bit as interesting as she is? How does she manage? But Katharine sometimes says no.
Well, she doesn't have to support children, does she? And she's a snob.
Did you know that Life magazine wanted to photograph the two of us together? The two legends.
I bought a flight to New York, and she ignored their calls.
Life magazine! And when she finally answered them she said she didn't want to pose with me.
Nothing good can come from comparing yourself.
If Katharine were sitting right there you know what I'd say to her? I would say "I pity you.
"I have had an experience that you will never have.
"And thank God I had it, because I have the love of my children.
" (Bette coughing) Oh.
What, no kiss for Mother? Not with a cough like that.
(coughing) Oh, Christ.
Old Hollywood is really over.
Look at this place.
It's really gone down.
Just hope the food is still good.
I was so looking forward to a real girls' lunch.
Let's make a day of it, hon.
Seems as if they don't have barbershops in Pennsylvania.
Why don't I take you to my salon? - Jeremy likes my hair this way.
- Well, of course.
It's in keeping with his caveman sensibility.
(laughing) I'm kidding, darling.
Well, Jeremy's old-school ways seem to suit you.
Everyone thought you'd be divorced by 18, and look at you you're still in love.
It's marvelous.
Why don't we ask him to join us this afternoon? And we could take the children to the observatory.
Jeremy went back to Pennsylvania.
With the boys.
What? But they were meant to spend the rest of the week with me.
I I booked an acting coach for Ashley to help him with his diction, - and we've had plans for the zoo.
You - My children aren't staying with you ever again, Mother.
Ashley told us you beat on his baby brother last night.
(gasps) Well, I did no such thing.
Wh Why would he say that? You didn't beat Justin for crying when Jeremy and I left for the hotel? Oh, I swatted him.
He was throwing a temper tantrum, he was out of control.
- You traumatized him.
- B.
D.
, I swatted you a thousand times did I traumatize you? From now on, if you want to visit with your grandchildren, you may do so at our farm, under supervision.
After you do something about your drinking problem.
Since when do you since when do you think I'm a drunk? You're sitting right there with a margarita at 11:00 a.
m.
Let's order some guacamole.
Everything seems dire on an empty stomach.
I'm not eating with you.
I came here to say what I had to say.
- (Bette coughing) - DOCTOR: I want to run some blood work.
No, ma'am, I just need something to (coughing): soothe my cough.
We'll both be happier preventing your problems than trying to solve them once they dig in.
You're not 18.
Oh, thanks.
News flash.
(coughs) Can I persuade you to lay off the smoking? (chuckles) Look, I'm off booze.
I can't give up cigarettes.
They're my only friends.
How long ago did you stop drinking? - 17 days.
- You shouldn't white-knuckle detox, Bette.
So you need help with your drinking problem.
Big whoop.
A lot of women your age turn to alcohol when they have - little else to do.
- (groans) I'll grab you some brochures on rehab facilities.
Oh, no.
I'm I can't go to rehab.
I can't, I've got the Dean Martin roast.
(coughing) VICTOR: Oh the roast.
It was the cruelest of degradations.
Demeaned and insulted by fifth-rate celebrities.
- (applause) - DEAN MARTIN: And here's one from Harold Donaldson from Detroit.
"Dear Miss Davis, my wife and I just saw your film "What Ever Happened to Baby Jane? "Could you settle an argument for us? In private life, are you and Joan Crawford really brothers?" (audience laughing) JOYCE HABER: Bette was the queen of Hollywood.
Back in the days where queens were still ladies.
And Joan Crawford was king.
(audience guffaws, applauds) VINCENT PRICE: Miss Crawford has always been envious of Bette's voluptuous figure.
As a matter of fact, Joan used to borrow Bette's bras to use them as shoulder pads.
(laughing, applause) ADAM: Did she tell Joan how bad she felt about the roast? No.
And I think she regretted it.
- Especially after Aimee.
- Aimee? Aimee Semple McPherson, the famed evangelist.
BETTE: I met her.
- You did? - 1932 at the Foursquare Gospel Church.
What a performer.
A fraudulent evangelical minister who faked her own kidnapping.
Can you imagine? Well, I begged the studio to let me play her.
Not a single bite.
In '76 Bette landed a role playing not the minister but the mother in The Disappearance of Aimee.
Right, the Faye Dunaway movie.
Ooh.
If you ever do end up interviewing Bette, I'd advise against calling it that.
For all her complaints about Joan, she didn't know true hatred until she met Faye.
Hanging in there, Miss Davis? If I hang in here any longer, I'll fall off my branch.
You know, locations used to come to me.
Here, Anthony, I want to read you this.
A passage.
"And Moses sayeth to his brethren, "'The Lord shall afflict you with lesions "'all over your body if you be not punctual "'in your laborings, "'even if you are very pretty and the star of Chinatown.
'" (chuckles) Is that from Romans? Our call was 6:00 a.
m.
I arrived at 5:45.
I did not see Miss Faye Dunaway in her makeup chair until 7:00.
It is now 11:00, and while we all roast to death in this toaster oven, you, sir, have still not gotten off your first goddamn shot.
I could have kicked that part right out of the park.
Well, you're an intimidating presence, Bette.
Put yourself inside Faye Dunaway's shoes.
I just think maybe she didn't come out of her trailer because she was afraid she couldn't keep up with you.
There is no excuse for unprofessionalism.
(grunts) Hell, it almost makes you miss Crawford.
At least she had the decency to show up on time and she was the first one on the set - and the last one to leave.
- (laughs) My God.
Oh, I never thought I'd live to hear you breathe a kindness about Joan Crawford.
Well, don't tell a soul.
It will cut all my talk show appearances in half if anyone thinks that I've gone soft on Crawfish.
Mm.
She has cancer, you know.
What? Hasn't left her apartment in months, I hear.
Cancer isn't going to kill Joan.
She's a cockroach, just like me.
(laughs) You should call her.
She doesn't want to talk to me.
Of course she would.
You mean something to her.
You and she have so much in common.
You're both Aries.
You're both single mothers to angry children.
You've each been married four times.
In many ways, I hate to say this, but she may be the only person in the entire world who knows how you really feel right now.
I have been reading in the columns she's been saying very nice things about Dunaway.
She even said she would want Faye Dunaway to play her in a picture.
(chuckles) I should warn her.
Yes.
Go ahead and warn her.
- (music playing on TV) - Do you want to watch? - (phone ringing) - Oh.
Who's that? Hmm.
Hello.
Hello? This is Joan Crawford.
Who's calling at this late hour? Is anyone there? Hello? Nobody there.
(knocking) Coming.
(chuckles) - Oh, Cathy darling.
- (laughs): Oh! - Mommie dearest.
- Oh.
Oh, look.
Oh, my little angels.
- Oh! (chuckles) - (bell dings) Oh, I think the microwave is the most wonderful invention of the 20th century.
(chuckles) You don't mind paper plates, do you, dear? Mamacita only comes in three times a week, and I I hate to leave a mess for her.
- No, Mommie, that's fine.
- (dog whimpering) Oh, there's my darling girl, there's my sweet girl.
(indistinct chatter) Ah.
- Mommie.
- Hmm? I'm worried about you.
Mamacita says you've stopped seeing your doctor.
Yes, dear, that's right.
Do you think that's wise? Well Western medicine thinks it can poison this cancer out of me, but since I've adopted the tenets of Christian Science, I have been feeling a wonderful new vigor, I really have.
I feel like I could take anything life could throw at me.
(laughs) Speaking of which, have you talked to your sister? Cindy and I speak all the time.
Oh, no, darling.
I know you and Cindy do.
- Of course you do.
(chuckles) - (chuckles) No, I I was referring to your elder sister, to Christina.
Uh, no.
Not recently.
My editor tells me - she's been writing a book.
- Oh.
It's about me, evidently.
Alleging the most vile things.
You have to understand I was at the height of my career when she was little.
We never enjoyed the quality time together like I had with you and Cindy.
The little time that I did have, I worked so hard at instilling the proper values in her.
I only wanted her to appreciate her advantages.
Of course, Mommie, of course.
My editor asked if I wanted to read an advance copy of the galleys, but why spend the days of your life reading something that could only hurt you? - (clattering) - Children, I told you before we got here, no sliding on Grandma's floors.
No, no, no.
It's all right, dear.
(chuckles) Look, they're enjoying themselves.
Just be careful.
Don't hurt yourselves.
No, what's a few scuff marks? It doesn't matter.
(children laughing) Do they think of me as their real grandmother? Of course.
I don't know how much they understand about you being adopted.
No, Mommie, they understand that you picked me and their Aunt Cindy out of all of the children in the world.
And that we wouldn't have chosen any other mother, because we had the best one anyone could ever have.
(sobs) Okay? Oh.
(sniffles) (children laughing) (lightning crashing) (groaning) (thunder rumbles) (laughter in distance) (glasses clink) (laughter continues) (The Flamingos' "I Only Have Eyes for You" playing) - Hello? - My love must be - (laughter continues) - A kind of blind love I can't see anyone but you (laughter continues) Hello? Sha-bop, sha-bop Sha-bop, sha-bop (laughter) Sha-bop, sha-bop (liquid pouring) - Sha-bop, sha-bop - MAN: You remember? WOMAN: I do.
- (laughter) - Sha-bop, sha-bop Are the stars out tonight? I'm gonna get right up and put on my clothes I'm gonna go right out and take in all the shows (both laughing) JOAN: Hedda? Jack, what are you doing here? Oh, Joan, did you ever hear of the Cataract? Not the C (laughs) The Cascade.
- (laughs) The Cascade.
- (laughs) Oh.
A movie house Jack and his brothers - used to run in Pennsylvania.
- Yeah.
That's right.
Sam ran the picture, Abe kept the books, Harry broke the balls, - and I broke the hearts.
- Aw.
(chuckles) He used to sing in the aisles between showings.
Oh, Jack.
Sing for Joan.
I'm gonna borrow from everybody on my staff I'm going drink and dance and drive and laugh The doctor says my days are done So if I die, I'm gonna have some fun.
(all laughing) Oh, Jack, if a young actor had come in and sung like that for you, you'd have put him on the first bus out of town.
- Yeah.
Thank God I never had any talent.
- Mm.
That makes two of us.
I had plenty of talent, Mr.
Warner.
I just had the foresight not to be the talent forever.
Well, now, what is wrong with being the talent? Well, everyone thinks you have the world on a string, but it's the other way around.
It's much better to be the one pulling the string, darling.
Oh.
I know that.
Yes, indeed.
You two made my life miserable.
Made every job I ever had a fight to the death.
Oh, come on, Joan.
You act like you're the only one who had to cup your balls and do hand-to-hand combat.
Think about all those WASPs who didn't let our kids into private schools, who told me to be a good Jew and go back to the garment district.
And you know better than anyone, Joan, my hundred years' war with Louella.
Yes, but no one was taking sides against you.
No one was throwing gasoline on your resentments.
Well, the expression is not "unite and conquer.
" (laughing) No, but why? Why did I need to be conquered? BETTE: What other way was there? Let the animals run the zoo? (chuckles) What is she doing here? Be friendly, Joan.
We're having a party.
Tell 'em what it did to you, Joan.
Tell 'em what they did to you.
Tell us.
Go on, darling.
Sha-bop, sha-bop Well, I suppose I felt like I always had to be on.
That if someone caught a glimpse of the girl beneath the movie star, then, poof, I'd go back to that sad little wretch I'd been.
You know, so (sighs) I spent my whole life being Joan Crawford.
(chuckles) A woman I created for others.
Sha-bop, sha-bop Sha-bop, sha-bop I don't know who-who I am when I'm by myself.
Sha-bop, sha-bop I think you should apologize to Joan, Jack.
Both of you should.
Uh well, I'll do it if he does.
All right.
On the count of three.
One - two - Two - three.
- three.
(all laughing) It wouldn't come out! (laughing): No.
- Oh (laughs) - JACK: Now, Joanie, look, look, if I if I really had known how hard I-I'd really made it for you, I I wouldn't have done a fucking thing different - (all laughing) - Bastard.
Not true.
It all works out in the end, Joanie.
You know, we showbiz folks, you know, all that anger that we feel from not being loved which is the reason we're in this business in the first place all the tears and the screaming and the-the rage, it all disappears.
And the public, what they remember, for the most part, is the good stuff.
The work.
And all the joy that we brought them.
Trust me, all the suffering will have been worth it.
Will it, really? All that pain will finally amount to something? Don't worry, sweetheart.
You will always be young, always be beautiful, a goddess of your time, frozen in amber by Hurrell.
Bette, too, though it pains me to say it.
Legends, all.
Oh, come on.
Let's have a drink.
Oh, I I don't drink anymore.
Boring.
All right, come on, Hedda.
Help me make some drinks, all right? Nobody wields an ice pick quite like you.
(chuckles) Nice apartment.
You get out much? Theater? The Guggenheim? No, uh, not so much, no.
(laughs) Neither do I.
Do you know what I love the most in this world? The Young and the Restless.
- Oh.
Yes, that beautiful sea captain.
- (chuckles) - What is his name? - Lucas Prentiss.
- That's right.
(chuckles) - (chuckles) Why am I so happy to see you? Nostalgia.
Hmm.
Let's play a game.
It's called Regrets.
- Oh.
- No, no, no.
If you draw a pip card, you say something you feel sorry you did.
If you draw a face card, you say something you wish you had done.
That doesn't sound like a very fun game.
It's the only game I know.
(chuckles) I'm sorry I wasn't more generous with you.
I wish I wish I'd been a friend to you.
(chuckles) Well, it's not too late, is it? We can start now.
(chuckles) Let's have a champagne toast.
Mamacita! Oh, I'm so glad that you came here.
You know, I've often fantasized about staying up late like two girlfriends, talking about Bob and, well, all the other men - that we've known along the way.
- (laughs) Mamacita! The champagne! It's silly that we've spent all these years at odds with each other.
But we can start over.
Why don't you stay here with me, as my guest? You don't have to rush back to Connecticut, - do you? - MAMACITA: Miss Joan.
What are you doing? Bring the champagne, dear.
You are not drinking.
Well, then bring some for my friend, Bette.
There is no one there.
(thunder rumbling) She must have slipped out.
Did you help Hedda and Jack in the kitchen? Come, Miss Joan.
Come.
We go to bed.
Good.
I-I can't go to bed.
I have guests.
There is no one else here.
It is just you and I.
Thank you, Mamacita.
MAMACITA: She died one week later.
We embalmed her.
We made her look the way she liked.
And then we cremated her body.
She had a big funeral, yeah? Not as big as Judy Garland's, but star-studded? Yes.
Myrna Loy, Anita Loos, Andy Warhol.
Jack Valenti got the studios to observe a moment of silence.
It made me sad.
To say good-bye to her? No, because they all showed up to say good-bye.
But when she was alive, when she needed them most, no one was there.
(phone ringing) What? Miss Davis, this is Jan Tomlinson with the AP Wire Service.
Good morning.
Ah, I've lost track of the days.
Are there nominations announced or something? No, Miss Davis.
Joan Crawford died this morning.
Do you have a comment? My mother always said don't say anything bad about the dead.
Only say good.
Joan Crawford is dead.
Good.
- I was in the neighborhood.
- Oh, Miss Davis.
- Is she in her room? - Uh, yes.
BETTE: Margot, darling.
It's Mommy.
Hello, sweetheart.
Oh, look what you're doing.
What a nice drawing.
Look at how beautifully you're filling those hearts in.
I did a drawing, myself.
Well, I didn't actually do the drawing.
A lovely man named Don did it.
I met him at Roddy McDowall's.
Do you remember him? BETTE: We had a wonderful date, a wonderful time.
(clears throat) Miss Davis.
I don't mean to seem rude, but you need to sit still.
Fine.
You have an hour.
That's it.
Okay.
Can Your chin Just Mmm.
Would you like to stay for dinner? All right.
But But.
But.
You do know I'm gay? Of course.
BETTE: We had a wonderful dinner that night, but it would never work out with Don because of my work.
My work has always taken first position, and men don't want that.
But I would rather go for something I feel even if I get hurt.
I don't want to spend my life protecting myself.
After dinner, the painter, Don, he showed me the drawing that he made.
It captured the way I am now completely.
BETTE: Can I see it now? (clears throat) It's not finished yet.
Don't you like it? Honestly, it (chuckles) It sort of scares me.
Then I want to see it.
Yep.
That's the old bag.
BETTE: I'm sorry that I haven't been to see you more often, darling, but I'm going to write you letters.
Beautiful letters.
And we'll keep them in a special box.
Would you like that? Last week someone sent me letters that my mother had written to a friend of hers years ago before she died.
BETTE: Many of the letters were about me.
Long story short, my mother said terrible things about me behind my back.
She said that I was a queen bee.
And that I was selfish.
And that it was all about me, and that I was a pain and a chore.
She'd never said anything to me.
My own mother.
I thought she was my only friend.
But actually I was totally alone.
(applause) What's your pick for Best Picture, Miss Davis? Oh, I'd have to say The Turning Point.
It was my favorite film this year.
The men are merely dance partners, and the women fight on the roof.
It's the story of my life.
- (Bette and bartender chuckle) - Bette? Are you giving Charlton an award? Chuck Heston, yes.
He's the only actor that's as difficult as I am.
The Jean Hersholt Humanitarian Award? (chuckles) Oh, I don't give a shit.
I'm not here to present, I'm here to preside.
(chuckles) BLONDELL: Hey, ladies, it's the "In Memoriam.
" Christ, where did the night go? (over television): Oh, just one more time Just close your eyes And we'll see their face again Though your days are gone They live on And on Let their song play One more time That's it? BLONDELL: Christ.
50 years in show business, and they give her two seconds.
- One more time.
- That's all any of us will get.
To Joan.
(applause) MAN: Clean wearing, long lasting foundation.
Worn by the world's great beauties Miss Davis.
Hi, I'm Adam.
Yes.
Hi.
I told you in a letter, I told you on the phone, and now I'll tell you to your face.
I will not participate in your documentary.
You'll want me to say funny, bitchy one-liners about Crawford.
I won't do it.
She was a professional.
We did one picture together.
Our lives intersected.
That's it.
I don't have anything more to say.
MAN: Miss Davis, you're on next.
ADAM: Well, I guess that's it.
We'll never really know what happened between these two women.
I want to know what happened that first day.
When they finally were on a set together after all those years of their feud.
(bell rings) That's what I want to know.
(laughs) (both chuckle) So I put a a rubber band around it, and I went back into the party.
What choice did I have? (both laugh) PAULINE: Miss Crawford, Miss Davis.
Bob is calling for your first read-through.
All ready? I'll get my script.
Wonderful.
Bette? Here's what I really hope from this picture when all is said and done: I hope I've made a new friend.
Me, too.