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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...
Ah.

...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.
Mm-hmm.

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.

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.

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Captioned by
Media Access Group at WGBH