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I've got an idea for the love
scene, where the two heads

will start apart and then
gradually come together.

A quick pan, do you see,
from one face to the other,

whipping the camera.

The love scenes aren't really
your problem, are they?

Not if the morons are still asking,
"Why do the birds attack?"

Hitch...

...hair.

I like her smile.

Call her in?

Good morning, ma'am.
Pass?

Right over there.

You do want it scary?

I don't want a dry seat in the house.

Gonna need some bigger birds.

Evan, tell me the story so far.

So we're on the coast, Bodega Bay,

beautiful but kind of remote,

the kind of place where folks notice a stranger.

A woman arrives, new in town,
and when the birds attack,

it's her fault.

And that's when we reveal it's her first day

teaching the local kids.

Teaching?

The birds attack the kids.

Who pays our wages, Evan?

The studio.

The audience.

Who wants someone to identify with.

Who want glamour.

We just got going, and he threw me out.

Stroke of noon.

You'll get used to it.

Next, please.

Right now, every blonde in town

can get a lunch.

Miss Tippi Hedren.

How do you do,
Mr. Hitchcock?

Won't you call me Hitch?

You're privileged.

Peggy, everyone calls me Hitch.

They do not.

They wouldn't dare.

Miss Hedren...

Not married?

Divorced.

Oh?

We were very young...

and I guess, well, Peter should
have dated a few more girls

before we were married.

Not sure about those pearls.

Too large for the afternoon
color of your clothes.

Would you join me for lunch?

I'd be delighted.

Are you a natural blonde?

My family is Swedish.

And you move well.

I've been modeling since I was 19 years old.

Now you fancy yourself an actress?

Your people called
me, Mr...Hitch.

Yes, well, they bring me lots of women.

Many are called, you see, but few are chosen.

Now, this is a very fine Californian

pinot noir.

It's called
the "Heartbreak Grape."

Do you know why?

Of all the grapes used to make wine,

these are the most fragile.

It has a very thin skin, prone to disease,

mold, every kind of rot and virus

known to the vintner's art.

So growing pinot noir is a
bit like making a movie--

heartbreak guaranteed.

Nobody would tell me who I was coming to see.

I just got this call, and...

but I'm just so thrilled that it's you.

"There was a young lady of Trent,

"who said she knew what it meant.

"When he asked her to dine,
private room, lots of wine,

"she knew, oh, she knew,

"but she went."

Heartbreak guaranteed.

Hey, Tippi!

Hi, honey.

Ah!

So, what was it like?

What do you think of Mommy's new hair?

It's nice.

Tippi, tell me.

It was hell.

Oh, Lord.
I knew it.

Ah, wine for lunch,

a tour of the studio, a bunch
of people coming to make a fuss

about my new hair.

Oh, you minx.

Mr. Hitchcock was a perfect
English gentleman.

Come on, Mom.

Ooh!

Just no shower scenes, OK?

Ah!

Lift your head up.

Head up.

That's it.
Now in profile.

Head up.

Tippi.

"Tippi"--
what is that?

It's a Swedish name.

Oh, really?
What for?

For "Tupsa."

Would you say that again, please?

Tupsa.

"Tupsa."

It's an anatomical term, is it?

Meaning what?

"Little girl," in Swedish.

All right.

Move up to the fireplace.

That's it.
All the way to the fireplace.

Back again.
Come back, my dear.

Good. Let's see
a bit more shoulder.

Drop the stole.

That's good.

Move over to Martin on the sofa.

Bit of a sway to your hips.

A bit more.

That's it.

Right.

Now drape yourself around him.

Go on. You've draped
yourself around a man before.

Kiss him.

What?

Go on, kiss him properly.

Cut it.

Print it.

Thank you, Marty.

Let's get this cam out of here.

No, I never established a room.

You use a short focus lens, 100 mill,

you fall short.

Now look at the girl.

Where would you cut her with a 50?

Uh...

Got it?

Yeah, got it.

Thank you, Marty.

All right.
Bye.

Bye.

If you need me to work more hours,

you just have to ask.

No, all I'll be doing is standing in line

with a bunch of other blondes.

Understudy to the second nonspeaking corpse

on the right.

She's not all out there on a plate.

That's what I like about her.

A little bit of mystery.

A challenge.

A volcano waiting to go off.

The camera loves her.

Green eyes.

I see her in a simple green suit.

Mmm.

You like her?

Allow me.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Mr. Hitchcock?

They're expecting you.
This way, please.

Thank you.

Tippi, my dear.

May I present my wife.

Mrs. Hitchcock,
how lovely.

Alma, dear.
Always Alma.

Just as pretty in person as on the screen.

Look at me.

I'm a Minnesota country girl
who thinks it never rains

in Hollywood.

You may serve the champagne.

Now, Tippi, my dear,

don't pretend you haven't seen our small gift.

You shouldn't have.

It's a clue to what you're going to be doing

for the next year.

"The Birds" is coming.

My follow-up to "Psycho."

It's going to be bigger, better, scarier.

My most ambitious movie ever,

and we want you to star in it.

What?

Every actress on the planet

wants to play Melanie Daniels.

Ah, well, we don't want them.

We want you.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

No one ever believed in me that much before.

Oh, where's my hanky?

Now look what you've gone and done.

I'll make you so proud of me.

I'll be putty in your hands.

You won't regret it, Hitch.

Now all we've got to do is hire some birds.

Jim, this side.
Jim!

Come on, birds!
Some free food!

Come and get it!

Come on!

Free food!

Aw.

Ha ha ha.

Shit.

Oh, oh, oh.

Never did meet a gull I liked.

Vulgar kind of bird.

Is it true the old fool has hired some girl

nobody's ever heard of?

Well, the birds are the stars.

Anyway, he'll get another
blonde for the next one.

Is he in?

Evan, you can't
just--

A 7-year contract?

Her inexperience is an asset.

She has nothing to unlearn.

God.

Also, she's unattached,

so she won't get pregnant.

I do hate it when actresses get pregnant.

See, I thought you were kidding.

As is well known, I have
no sense of humor whatsoever.

She's a model, for Christ's sake!

And you're a novelist writing a screenplay.

So you've given me a lot
of scenes that don't work.

Fundamentally undramatic,

and we still don't have an ending.

OK.

I get it.

Tippi Hedren isn't the only dumb blonde

on this picture.

Those finches came down that chimney in fury,

as if they wanted everyone in the house dead.

Those finches came down that chimney...

Those finches came down that chimney in fury,

as if they wanted everyone in the house dead.

So the camera finds Melanie Daniels

behind the birdcage.

With a mischievous grin on her face.

Now, the trick of it is,

you stand there, I point a camera at you,

I cut the shots together,

and then the audience does the work...

in here.

Do less?

Do nothing.

So let's try scene 230.

The camera holds her face.

Action.

Those finches came down that chimney in fury,

as if they wanted everyone in the house dead.

Just--just bring
your voice down--

down at least 3 notes.

Mm-hmm.

Take a deep breath, and then
say the whole of that speech

without taking a breath.

Those finches came down that chimney in fury,

as if they wanted everyone in the house dead.

See? Acting's
not so hard.

I usually go for something a little less pink.

I like this color.
I want you to wear it every day.

It won't suit any of my clothes.

You'll be getting new ones.

And not too much mascara.

I want a natural
face--groomed, ladylike.

A soft glow to reflect the light.

Not losing weight, are you?

Mom!

Oh, it's beautiful!

Now as you see, there's a chaise longue...

And chairs.

Now, you'll be sharing this dressing room

with 4 other young starlets.

Oh, now...

now where have they disappeared
to, those naughty girls?

It's all mine?

Oh, Hitch, I don't know what to say.

Just two little words.

Thank you.

And yes.

Yes to a glass of champagne.

Oh, Lord, I haven't even had breakfast yet.

Later, then.

Come for cocktails at the house.

I'll send a car.

It's a date.

Ah!

Oh...

Shall I peel you a grape?

No, but you can bring me a mink coat.

Shouldn't we wait for Alma?

Just one for the birds.

Ah.

Dry enough for you?

Should have run another screen test.

Oh?

Show you at a cocktail party,

see what your acting is like
after one of my martinis.

My acting will be horizontal.

Well, here's to us--

horizontal, vertical, and symmetrical.

To Alfie and Tippi.

To Alfie and Alma.

You've both been so kind.

I feel like I've learned more

in the past 3 months than I could have

in 10 years of film school.

Well, I think we should drink to birds,

especially the ones I've
got roasting in the oven.

To the first day of principal photography,

and to the girl.

Our girl.

Not that one.
The other one.

Get that one!

Get it out of the rain!

Wipe it off!

Will he eat from my hand?

Why don't you ask him?

Here, Buddy.

Mr. Buddy, sir, won't
you join me for tea?

Oh, Buddy, that is so clever.

I raise him myself from a chick.

Pound for pound, the raven and the cockatoo

are the cleverest animals on the planet.

Can I borrow the lady for a moment?

So long as you bring her back.

Now I want his job.

Oh, no, you don't.

Poor guy put out a call to every

professional trapper in
every state of the union.

Offered $10 for every bird that was brought in.

"Get your checkbooks
ready," they said--

"We'll be bringing them
in by the truckload."

Guess how many arrived.

100?

Oh, no.

20?

No.

None.
Oh, my gosh.

Did it all on his own and got fined

$400 for exceeding the legal
limit for trapping birds.

Oh, the guys are so funny.

"There was a young man from Nantucket,

"who had such a large cock he could suck it,

"Looked in the glass and saw his own ass

"and broke his neck
trying to fuck it."

You think maybe it's drying up?

Will we be shooting this afternoon?

Not unless you fix your hair.

He's angry with me.

He never gets angry with anyone.

He just gets bored in between takes.

There you go.
You're done.

You ready, Tippi?
This way.

I won't change my timings
if you get yours wrong,

so pay attention to the camera.

Let's go for a take.

Stand by, everybody.
Going for a take on this one.

Quiet!

Roll it!

Speed.
130, take one.

Action.

Action!

Uh! Uh!

Cut it. Rita.

Oh, dear.
Oh, no.

Are you all right?
Are you all right?

You goddamn idiot.

One small peck on the hand,
and he let Charlie get away.

Let him go.

We'll lose the scene, and
you don't even like gulls.

Now what is it?

Jim, we can't finish the scene without him.

Jim, for God's sakes.

...another
pair of shoes.

OK, OK.
Sorry, Hitch.

That's a wrap, everyone!

Tippi, I'll drop your schedule off at the motel,

but the call is 5:30
in the morning, OK?

All right.

See you tomorrow.

OK.

See you later, Hitch.

Never mind, my dear.

As we say in the movies,
"Tomorrow is another day."

OK, let's go get him.

Come. Come on.

Charlie! Charlie!

Wait, wait.

Here, Charlie.

No, no!

Ah!

None of these birds are trained.

And they wonder why I prefer
to be tucked out warm and safe

inside a studio.

Well, my dear, you really mustn't
worry about the weather.

It won't be a problem.

We're working with a sodium light system.

I'm using it to double print the
birds when the quantity is too small

or there's too many trained birds

coming in and out of shot.

We can print over the existing
birds-- new ones, you see.

And in the studio we can
use the same system--

of yellow fog lights, you know.

The camera picks up any color
images we like, you see,

but leaves the background black.

Uh!

Get off!

Oh!

Tippi?

Tippi?

Tippi, hello.

Process in two days?

No way.

Tippi?

You OK?

Hitch says, would you like
to join him for a drink?

Tippi?

Tippi!

Hi, Hitch.

Hi, guys.

Hi, Hitch.
Hi, guys.

"A worried young man from Stamboul,

"discovered red spots on his tool.

"Said the doctor, a cynic, Get out of my clinic,

"just wipe off
that lipstick, you fool."

Not one for the ladies.

Assuming they are ladies, of course.

I find it's easy to claim but
a little difficult to prove.

Hi, Hitch.
Hi, guys.

Tippi.

Ah, Tippi. Now cast your
lovely color-coordinated

peepers upwards, would you?

Bring it up a bit!

It's just a model, right?

A mechanical bird on a wire.

We're all faking it today.

Follow me.

Higher!

Step inside.

Where are those gulls?

Room for a small one, as
the actress said to the bishop.

Now all we need from you today

is the foreground.

Your reaction to the birds
attacking the phone box.

You ready to try one?

Yes.

Oh, you're not cold, are you?

You seem to be trembling.

The gulls are the people,
you see, and she is the bird.

Cameras, stand by.

Roll it.

Let's go for a take.

Silence on set, please!

Quiet, everyone!

Roll 'em.

Speed!

494, take one.

Set.

Action.

Ah!

Uh!

Ah!

Uh!

Ah!

Oh...

Tippi!

Tippi!

Are you OK?

Come on. Let's
get you out of here.

Are you sure it was an accident?

I told you I don't know how it happened.

Get the shot?

I didn't ask you to come here

because I was worried about
picking glass out of my face.

It's just one of
those film-business things.

Most girls try not to make it so personal.

I was a model for 11 years.

I learned any number of ways to wriggle away

from guys with cameras, but...

So?

Have a quiet drink with Hitch tonight

and show him you're OK.

I can't keep missing my daughter's bedtime.

One drink, Tippi.

Where's the harm?

She'll be fine.

Maybe a little tired.

Looking forward to that drink.

Hitch?

What's the matter?

Hmm...Did you get some
shots you can use today?

Plenty.

Thank you.

Is that why we're celebrating?

Oh, I celebrate most days

I spend with you, my dear,

but not today.

I've received a litter from Her Serene Highness.

Please, do sit down, my dear.

Your fidgeting is exhausting.

Princess Grace will not, after
all, be descending from heaven

to play my Marnie.

Oh, Hitch.
I'm so sorry.

I'll get another blonde.

Not like Grace Kelly.

You have everything she has and more.

So shall we discuss tomorrow's scenes?

I've been thinking of when
Melanie goes up to the attic

filled with birds.

Why does she go up there on her own?

Because I want her to.

Now, what expression do we
think she has on her face?

I think she goes up there in
a spirit of self-sacrifice.

She gives herself to the birds, do you see?

"This is all my fault.

"Everything is ruined,
and it's all my fault."

"Everything is ruined,
and it's all my fault."

Sure. I'm a woman.

I can do that standing on my head.

Who needs Grace Kelly?

Good.

Some...

some bedtime reading.

My next movie.

This is going to be a silent murder.

Oh, yeah.

The birds attack her.

She knows that's in the script.

So...

now you need to go and tell her

how we're going to shoot it.

She doesn't know?

Won't everyone be able to
see the birds are fake?

The magic
of post-production.

Well, unless they're intending on shooting it

real close up, but even then...

Ha.

Hi, Tippi.

Come on in.

I need some convincing.

Uh...

I'm sorry.

We can't use mechanical birds for this scene.

I know, it's a lot of shots
to get through in one day,

but we're going to be taking them methodically.

You'll be fine.
You'll be quite safe.

I'll always be here.

Just don't let them near your eyes.

OK, OK. Thank you.

Through here.

Here you go.

Where is Hitch?

He'll be here for the shot.

I'd still like to know why she
goes into that attic alone.

Can we get started?
Is he here yet?

I'd like to get today over with.

All right, good boys.

Do what I taught you.

All right, silence on set, everyone.

Picture up.

Speed.

613, take one.

Camera set.

Action!

Cut it!

All right, going again.

613, take 3.

OK, we're going for another one.

613, take 8.

Speed.

Cut it.

Standing by, everybody.

613, take 17.

Cut it.

Morning, sir.

Stand by, everybody.

Picture up.

Take 23.

Going again!

Good take.

You don't think she might have had enough?

Bob, I'd keep your opinions to yourself.

Take 37. 613...

Going again.

613. Take 42.

First positions, please, Tippi.

Good morning,
Mr. Hitchcock.

Picture up.

Take 45.

Are you OK to go for another one?

She's fine, Jim.

Go again.

Yeah. Yeah.

Come on, Jim.

Let's have all the birds in this time.

All right, silence on set, please!

Action.

Cut it.

Tippi!

Tippi!

You can't drive yourself, honey!

It's OK.
Whatever she wants.

One day.

I heard you tell her it would
only take one day, Jim.

Did you hear what I said?

It clawed her eye.

She was told one day with mechanical
birds and special effects.

Instead, she got 5 days with
real birds thrown at her,

pecking and shitting.

She'll be back.

Hi. Mommy's
home early.

Hey.

JO: Is this to be
thrown out?

I'm hungry.

Can I have a chocolate cookie?

Please?

Look, I can stay.

No need. I'm fine.
Come on.

Are you sure?

Mom?

There's no answer.

Ladybug, ladybug, fly away.

Your house is on fire,
and your children are gone.

Mom?

Mom!

Ladybug, ladybug, fly away.

Your house is on fire,
and your children are gone.

Mom!

I got you water.

Mom!

Wake up! Mom...

Ah! Ah!

I'm so sorry.

Doctor's orders.

She'll be off for the rest of the week.

So, production's shut down.

That's a first.

There's no way he made up his mind

on the day to use real birds.

Stuff like that takes forever to organize.

He knew, Jo.

He knew, and he never told me.

Tippi, walk away.

Come on.

You can take Melanie and pack up your stuff

and go back to New York

and modeling and your old life and be happy.

Something you must see.

Welcome back, Tippi.

Welcome back.

Nice to see you back, Tippi.

Let's finish this picture.

So you see it was worth it.

All the pain.

All the fear and the loneliness.

I know I've put you through some hard times.

Look at you now.

The point being, my dear,

there's only so much I can
teach you through kindness.

Is this an apology?

For doing whatever it took to
turn you into a movie star?

Thank you.

So here's the girl, walking away from us,

walking away from the camera,
down a long platform.

We follow her all along the platform,

where's she's waiting for the train.

She has dark hair...

dark, and a bright yellow purse.

The brightest yellow you can think of,

so we watch that purse.

We're obsessed with that purse.

We're asking ourselves,
"What's in the purse?"

And, uh, that's it, is it?

Hmm.

Act one, scene one
of "Marnie."

How about the other 100 minutes?

That's Evan's job.

Uh, she's a complex
character--

a thief, a liar, and Marnie
can't let any man near her.

It's because of childhood trauma.

Frigid, you see?

No, just scared, surely.

But she gets rescued by
the love of a good man, right?

I'm just guessing.

Sure.

Maybe.

Surely to God she hasn't let the old fool

anywhere near her.

Of course not.

Is she leading him on?

No.

Can't help being a pretty girl.

They're all pretty.

Grace was pretty Ingrid was pretty...

OK, what's she got, Peggy?

What's this one got that's so bloody special?

Whatever he throws at her,

however he provokes her...

she makes him feel he can't hurt her.

She's in a negligee.
He's in a shirt and pants.

Now, all through this, I think
we should play her quite

unresponsive, until right at the bottom,

when he goes to kiss her.

Now it breaks.

"I can't. I can't.

"I can't."

Like it repulses her?

Now he's really getting mad.

He'd been very sweet, very patient,

nothing yielding from her at all.

"If you don't want to go
to bed, please get out"?

"I do want to
go to bed."

And now he goes around her, and quite sharp,

her hands come up to ward him off,

and her negligee falls to the ground.

And she has no expression on her face at all.

She shouldn't have.

I'm on a big head.

And?

He says yes.

As long as his part is as big as Tippi's.

Who?

Sean Connery.

The Sean Connery that just
got out of "Doctor No"?

You have a problem with that?

No, sir,

but Marnie is supposed to be frigid.

It's called acting, my dear.

I'm going to have to give
my best block of marble.

Once upon a time, there was a sculptor

who made a beautiful statue

out of marble...

I don't want to miss my daughter's bedtime.

And fell in love with his own creation.

But the gods looked kindly on him

and brought her to life,

and they lived happily ever after.

Good night, Hitch.
Good night, Peggy.

It just doesn't work for me, Hitch.

I don't believe it.

I don't believe that guy would rape his own wife

on their wedding night, so...

in my version, he comforts Marnie.

Helps her.

That's not what I asked you for.

Use the version I wrote for you

and why would the audience have

any sympathy for him at all?

I've told you before, Evan,

sympathy is not the point.

When he sticks it in her,

I want that camera right on her face.

Look at you.

Look at Marnie.

It's just so much harder this time.

He chose you, honey.
Now he chose you again.

He's like a fairy-tale
person, don't you think?

I like to think of him like a handsome prince

trapped forever in a frog suit.

Tippi...

this time around, won't you try to love him

just a little bit?

Mmm?

"There was a young girl from Zofia,

"who succumbed to her lover's desire.

"She said, It's a sin, but now that it's in,

"do shove it
a few inches higher."

Tired of hearing the same old jokes again?

Everybody loves him, don't they?

When he's not driving us all crazy.

Got to tell you, Tippi,
you look beautiful today.

Just today?

I don't know, I just never get to see you

with your hair loose like that.

Short answer?

This is just the way Hitch wants me today.

Long answer?

Long story.

Jim, Tippi, may I trouble you two lovebirds

while we attempt to make this movie?

Now then, Tippi, I'll probably
bring the camera in here close

so we see for the first time
what stress she's under.

This man is serious, it's too
dangerous, so she walks over here.

I think, you see, she's not
really repulsed by him--

not really.

I think it's what is within her that stops her.

You do understand that, don't you?

Touch me.

What?

No one can see us.

Can we just do the scene?

Touch me.

I just...

I just don't think you can force these things.

What do you know about it?

Look at you.

Back end of a bus.

Fancy a drink, Jim?

I should really be getting home.

Maybe she's just sort of concentrating

on her career right now.

Or is it because I'm a porker?

Like two balloons tied together.

Someone wrote that in a newspaper.

"Walrus dressed like
a man."

I've seen you flirting with her.

We all flirt with her, Hitch.

We all like to see that pretty smile.

Cold, though.

No.

Frigid.

No?

Not to you?

You been there, Jim?

No.

I'm a married man, Hitch.

You would, though, wouldn't you?

You'd get your leg over her if she'd let you.

I bet she would let you, too.

Alma.

I was on my way to see you.

I...

just wanted to say that...

I wanted to say I'm sorry

you're having to go through this.

You can stop it.

You're the only one who could
stop it with one word.

Won't you?

Alma, please.

My wife is an excellent cook.

Did you know that?

Yeah, sure did, Hitch.

She's a wonderful woman.

I've never had sex with anybody else.

People don't believe me.

They think I say it to shock.

It's true.

I think I can move the seat back a little.

The only woman I've ever known.

Years ago, of course.

There you go.
Watch your head.

Can't get it up now.

Impotent.

It's OK, Hitch.

They're not coming for us.

What, you don't trust me to get you home?

Come on, Hitch.

Every night,

I lock myself into my room,

as if there's a madman on the other side,

waiting to slit my throat.

Let's get you inside, huh?

Hold on to me.

Here.

Uh-oh.

What?

Mrs. Hitchcock, hi.

Sorry if we disturbed you.

If she wants me to lose weight,

she should stop cooking my favorite things.

I'd give it all up, Jim.

I'd give up the films, money,
everything I've ever done.

Ah, no.

No girl is worth that.

To be like you.

To look like you.

OK, everybody, going for a take.
That means closed set.

So everybody clear out, please.

Closed set.

Thank you very much.

Stand by.

Roll 'em.

Speed!

Scene 331, take one.

Mark.

Set.

Action.

No!

I declare, I've eaten so much...

37 years, you and me.

Happy anniversary, Hitch.

It was a wonderful dinner.

You're welcome, honey.

Happy holidays, everyone.

Oh,

good cheer.

Mom.

JO: Oh, come on.

You have to stop this.
It's Christmas day.

I'm with my family.

So am I.

Murder, isn't it?

I've taken refuge in my bedroom.

How are you?

Busy in the kitchen.

No.

It's too quiet.

Well, I hope you're having a good day,

but I have to get back now.

I only get through
thinking about next Christmas.

Next year...

everything will be different.

Alma will understand.

We traveled the whole world filming...

She's been like a sister to me.

It's just that's all she's ever been,

really.

I only married her because she asked me to.

The day she ever drops her
knickers, you'll run a mile.

JO: How long?

Since the beginning.

JO: Why didn't
you tell me?

How could I tell you?

I have to be professional.

I have to do my job.

I can't go running for help

like some silly little girl.

I can deal with it.

I've always been able to deal with it.

I've tried everything, Jo.

After Christmas we shoot the disguise scenes.

So?

Marnie dyes her hair.

Ah.

Hitch?

Hitch?

She came back before.

She left before?

When she had cancer.

She was so ill, but she came back.

Peggy, I'm lost without her.

You should tell her that, not me.

Sex has never been very important to me.

It's for the kids, don't you think?

For the kids...

and the movies.

Oh, look.

The moon is full tonight.

It reminds me of my favorite fantasy about you.

You and I are standing together
in my living room, at home.

Do you remember?

When we had cocktails,

and the rays of the moon

are coming in,

enveloping us.

Me and you, Tippi.

With the moon...

shining in your beautiful hair.

Don't say it.

I love you.

No.

I love you, too.

I love you, Hitch.

Whoa!

That's different.

It's not me.

I don't like it.

I thought it would make it easier.

I thought as soon as I stop being blonde...

but now it's like I'm losing me.

Hey, hey, hey. Don't...

No, it's OK.

I'll be OK.
Just don't be nice to me.

If you're nice to me, I'll fall apart.

Just tell me...

just tell me I'm still here.

Come here.

Can I tell you what it's like, Jim?

It's like...it's
like he wants...

he wants to get inside me...

all the way inside me

and squeeze me out

till there's nothing of me left.

And he's the one looking out of my eyes.

Cut it.

Checking.

Come on.

OK, that's martinis for everyone.

Thank you very much, everybody.

You're up against Maggie Smith

and Ursula Andress nominated

as one of the Stars of Tomorrow.

Congratulations, Tippi!

The Golden Globes!

Nice job, Tippi!

Well done, Tippi.

Come in.

What can I do for you,

O Star of Tomorrow?

I would like you to give
me two days off, please,

so I may attend the ceremony in New York.

Wet rat leaves sinking ship.

It's the first time I've asked
you for anything in 3 years.

No, you don't ask straight out.

No, but...

you've taken plenty, haven't you?

Taken the money, taken the attention.

Don't you think it's time
you gave something back?

From now on, I want you to make
yourself sexually available to me

at all times.

Whatever I want you to do,

whenever I want you to do it,

because I think that's only fair reward

given what I've done for you.

So that's all it ever was.

No.

It's all you ever let us be.

Tippi and Alfie.

No.

I want out of my contract.

Well, you can't get out of it, can you?

No one will hire you.

And what about your child...

your parents in Minnesota?

We'll survive.

Tippi Hedren didn't have it.

Alfred Hitchcock did his best,

but she just didn't have the volcano inside.

Sadly, her career went nowhere

after she parted from the man

to whom she owed everything.

Cold as marble.

No.

No, you had that whole thing
the wrong way around, Hitch.

You took a living, breathing woman

and you turned her into a statue.

I'm not sure about the kiss.

I don't think she'd give in to him like that.

I was thinking I could go back

to coming down to the set a bit more often.

You could use the support,

especially on the story structure,

and I could use the entertainment.

You left without a word.

You can change your mind, you know.

Sweep that up, please.

You're watching my last scene.

First position, please, Tippi.

All right, stop the work, please.

Picture up.

Silence on set!

Stand by.

Roll 'em.

Speed.

Scene one, take one.

Mark.

Set.

Action.

Hitch.

Cut it.

Cut.