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Rachel, don't go in there.

Angelyne?

You gonna come out?

I am not a woman.

- Angelyne?
- I am an icon.

I'm not a woman.

I am an icon.

Angelyne?

Read it.

I-I don't... I don't think that

- that's a very good idea.
- Read it.

"Way before Paris Hilton
and Kim Kardashian,

"the enigmatic blonde bombshell

"was famous for being famous,

"perpetually driving
the streets of Hollywood

"in that pink Corvette.

"But her true identity has remained secret

all these years... until now."

I was just curious about Angelyne.

But it can be destabilizing

for the person you're writing about.

But that's the job.

Sometimes they think
you love them or hate them.

It's just journalistic scrutiny.

It was a very interesting story.

I was riveted by Jeff's story.

Who is Jeff's source?

No clue. Wish I knew.

Seems like a lot of the same stuff

that I found out about.

I was pretty bummed.

Hi. Jeff Glaser.

I think you, uh, emailed me?

I wasn't sure you were gonna show.

I'm here.

- What's in this?
- Angelyne.

I'm not interested in naked photos,

- if that's what this is.
- That isn't what this is.

- What is it then?
- The true story of Angelyne.

Different from her public story.

It's more interesting.

- How'd you come by it?
- I synthesized it

from a global network of public databases.

So the internet?

It's not illegal.

The way I see it, she forfeited
any claim to privacy

when she ran for governor of California.

Holy shit.

Rachel...

why didn't you wake me up?

We missed curfew. We gotta go.

I'll go inside with you.

- It's okay.
- I'll tell them what happened.

That'll just make it worse.

- It was an accident.
- Doesn't matter.

I think about the year
before we were married.

She was still living at her father's house.

And that entire year,

she never wanted me to come inside.

And at first I didn't know why.

I don't wanna read this!

Why am I reading this?

"Copies if immigration,
marriage, and death records

"pointed to a cloaked
prehistory of Rachel Goldman,

"which seems to reveal the trauma

"Angelyne had both emerged
and escaped from.

"She was born in Poland,
the daughter of Polish Jews

"who had met in the Chmielnik ghetto

"during World War II.

"They were among 500 to survive

"out of a population of 13,000,

"the rest sent to death at Treblinka.

"After Goldman's birth,

"the family immigrated to Israel.

"And from there, they boarded a ship

Leaving Haifa for New York..."

♪ I wanna be loved by you ♪

♪ Just you, and nobody else but you ♪

♪ I wanna be loved by you ♪

♪ A-lo-one ♪

♪ Boop boopy-do ♪

♪ I wanna be kissed by you ♪

♪ Just you and nobody else but you ♪

♪ I wanna be kissed by you ♪

♪ A-lo-one ♪

♪ I couldn't aspire ♪

♪ To anything higher ♪

♪ And feel the desire ♪

♪ To make you my own ♪

♪ Ba doo, doodily doo ♪

♪ Ba doo ba dee ah oh! ♪

♪ I wanna be loved by you ♪

♪ Just you and nobody else but you ♪

♪ I wanna be by you ♪

♪ A-lo-one ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I couldn't aspire ♪

♪ To anything higher ♪

For a while, in the '50s, '60s, '70s,

people weren't really talking
about the Holocaust.

It was too big, too close, too awful.

Children of the Holocaust
were running from that pain.

The Goldmans came out of
a grim and drab past

into a realm of complete fantasy,

into a city defined by metamorphosis

and make-believe.

It's not hard to imagine where Angelyne

came up with the idea to reinvent herself.

There are still many do's and don'ts

on the way to become
a complete, attractive person.

Cultivate a relaxed, pleasant voice.

- Speak...
- Cultivate

- a relaxed, pleasant voice.
- Or too loud...

Which one is Abba?

Doesn't go over too well.

And keep in mind, listening is

- often more appreciated...
- That one, I think.

Than talking.

That one has his eyes.

You look much better this way.

They all do.

Couldn't make up for this choice.

This is him, I think.

Is that Eema?

But keep in mind some basic jewelry,

colors that go well
with your skin and hair...

I've never seen her smile like that at him.

- The photos, quick.
- Hurry!

The way you walk is a cue
to your personality.

Walk smartly.

Can it be a bit shorter?

- Really?
- Really.

You know the photos
Abba keeps under the desk?

Why does he keep them

if he doesn't want anyone to see them?

Tell me again

how you and Abba found each other.

In the camp.

After the war.

That's where you fell in love?

Something like that.

Your tate and I, we...
we both wanted the same thing.

A family.

At that time, nothing else mattered.

What if you had wanted something different?

You'll find it easier
to want the same things as men.

Easier for who?

Everyone.

Hmm. Ah...

Mama?

Mm. Just my back.

I see someone next week.

Another appointment?

Now, take this off.

- Do you like it?
- It's for the talent show.

I'm going to be Marilyn.

I made it myself.

It's not short.

You will look just like her.

Dr. Cohen, please come
to the nurses' station.

Dr. Cohen to the nurses' station.

The talent show is not until next month.

- Mm?
- Parents can come.

Oh.

I may have to stay a little longer

than we'd hoped.

How long?

I don't know, mamashane.

It's okay. I don't... I don't...

I don't really want to do
the talent show anymore.

Nonsense. You-you will do it.

And you will be wonderful.

The show must go on.

I'll see you tomorrow?

- You heard your father.
- "When Rachel was 15,

"Eli remarried another Holocaust survivor,

"a seamstress divorcee named Leora,

and Goldman acquired
two younger step-siblings."

My parents?

They died when I was small,
and I was adopted.

I'm an only child.

My adopted parents went to...
live in another state,

and I've lost touch with them.

It's a long story.
I don't want to get into it.

You gotta go where you wanna go.

Oh, no, truly. I will show you.

See? It is most cozy.

Glad you like it, darling.

Because from now on, it's home, sweet home.

She depended on me a lot

because she didn't have a car.

Whatever she wanted, wherever she wanted,

I would drive her.

- Missed you.
- Just drive.

Oh, uh, watch where you're, uh, going.

Oh, people?

Oh, they don't mind.

They're free of all this nonsense.

Hey, w-where are we going?

On a journey

through the subconscious.

Oh.

Right over here by Jayne Mansfield.

Okay.

Cross your legs, like this.

Okay.

And rest your palms in your lap.

What for?

Meditating.

Okay.

- Back a little straighter.
- Mm-hmm.

Chin level. Close your eyes.

And now just breathe deeply.

Take the mind away from every distraction.

Let thoughts float by.

Really?

I thought we were meditating.

Oh, you're really funny.

Come on.

Sorry.

Have you ever felt trapped?

Meditation...

it can un-trap you.

It's like when you're pushing
on a pull door.

It-it-it pulls it from the other side.

And then you can get out.

Hey.

You can talk to me about anything.

I wish I never had to
go back to that house.

I wish you didn't have to either.

Then let's get in the car and drive.

We can go up the coast, sleep on the beach,

and never look back.

Can I maybe finish high school first?

Forget school.

It's only good for teaching you
to think like other people.

Don't you want to carve your own lane?

Look around.

I think all lanes lead to the same place.

What do you want to do then?

With the rest of my life?

I think I wanna just spend it with you.

Rachel...

why didn't you wake me up?

We missed curfew. We gotta go.

I'm sorry. We fell asleep.

Please!

Please don't.

Please open... please open this.

Please open this.

Pl...

Emotions are the things
that hurt people the most.

Emotions are our tortures.

They're the connection to the pain.

I'm okay, I'm okay.

I want to stay in the positive.

I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay.

So if you ever feel trapped,

write your name on a piece of paper

and then light the paper on fire

and watch it disappear.

We got married to get her away from them.

But maybe it wasn't far enough.

Who would have guessed we'd be divorced

within a year?

Now can we bring the parents in?

Eyes here.

Squeeze in just a little tighter.

Now let's get one with just the bride

and her parents.

I think marriage should be
a 24-hour agreement.

You're married for 24 hours
and then it lapses out.

And you can renew it if you want,

but that way you're not
bound to each other or else.

It was a brief marriage,
but done out of love.

It got her out of the house at least.

She moved in with me and
my family in Beverly Hills.

She changed schools.

Why she'd leave, I'll never know.

She seemed... happy.

What are we doing here?

We're late for Leah's birthday dinner.

I know what this is,
and I'm not going in there.

- Rachel...
- Mm-mm.

I just want to understand why you left me.

Was it this night?

The night you and your dad argued?

You just don't get it.

It's okay.

It already happened.

We're already there.

Danny, baby, let's go to the beach.

- Come on, honey.
- He called you

a bitch or something, and I...

I should have told him that he couldn't

talk to you like that. Was that it?

It wasn't one thing or the other.

Come on. Let's go hear some music.

Okay, just-just a sec. Just a sec.

Come on, come on. Give me the keys.

Let's start the car. I wanna go.

I wanna go. I wanna go!

He went to hit you.

I didn't know how to throw a punch,

so I-I grabbed a lamp,

and I went to Eli and I said,

"Do not hit her.
I will not stand for that."

And-and-and we just walked out.

I protected you.

I protected you.

See? I...

When was the last time I saw Rachel?

I knew you were gonna ask me that.

Honestly, I can't remember.

She had a way going

shht... the world is gone.

She just turns it off

and goes into one of her fantasies.

Whenever she's done
with something, she's done.

I mean, I looked for her. I tried.

Even her sister had no idea where she was.

She just...

disappeared.

All the religions basically
come from the same idea.

It's always the struggle
between dark and light.

I choose to go for the light.

Mm-hmm.

And that's why I win in the end.

You're here.

Who are you?

I am you is me is we.

Where are we?

A place of painless existence.

You sit there.

Don't worry. You'll know what to do.

- Really.
- Oh, we're on TV here.

Angelyne, we're just dying
to know about you.

Look at all these cute guys.

The rest of us work for a living.

Hey. Hey, Angelyne,

I think you're gonna fall
out of that dress.

There's so much suffering in the world,

and I am a divine, sex goddess presence

for the world to discover.

Ooh.

You might think you've solved
some kind of mystery,

But that doesn't mean
there's no mystery left.

I still have mystique.

I'm still intense. I'm still a sex goddess.

And that is never gonna change,
because that is just who I am.

People were meant to have
their fantasies taken away.

It's a beautiful tragedy.

The sad things, to me,
don't take away, they deepen.

Just as LA is far more
complicated and darker

than people give it credit for elsewhere,

so too is Angelyne.

I, uh, have a call in to all our attorneys.

He won't get away with this.

Thank you for calling Angelyne.

You can leave a magnificent message.

Hello, Angelyne.

This is Carrie Jacobs from NPR.

We'd love for you to come on "Air Talk"

and respond to the recent
"Hollywood Reporter" article.

The response to the article
has been off the charts.

Hey, Angelyne.

I think that reporter
should leave you alone.

You want me to tell him that?

Angelyne,

you're one of Hollywood's greatest icons.

I don't care what that press says.

Hey, Angelyne,

I read what that guy wrote about you.

Keep your head up. Keep spreading love.

It doesn't matter who you grew up as

or what you went through. You're Angelyne!

The thing is,

the mystery will never be solved.

That's just the way it is.

There's always more. And more.

And more.

T-shirt and join the fan club, okay?

- Angelyne?
- Picture? A picture is 35.

Here's a hat.

Please, just don't...

no, don't touch the merchandise.

You're so cute. There you go.

And I have a magnet.

You want a hat? Do you want a pink hat?

You want to put that money right in here.

The things she said addressing

the "Hollywood Reporter" story,

her interview for this...

that's probably the closest I'll get

to her commenting on mine.

That might be it.

It's just a part of being famous.

I come with a set of rumors.

But who I am is Angelyne...
inside, outside.

As far as any facts go...

I'm gonna write my own story.

This... isn't it.

She's happy selling out of her car.

She wants the adulation. She needs it.

I mean, she-she's giving rides to strangers

in her car for money.

I-I wouldn't trust that shit.

H... how do you know that guy is not gonna

hit you over the head, steal your car,

and-and-and toss
your headless body somewhere?

What made her become Angelyne?

Honestly, I don't know.

It's a persona that must have suited her.

Well, Angelyne the character
is Angelyne the person.

Definitely.

She is as you see her in real life.

I guarantee you that.

Ooh.

I don't want to deny it all

so that I don't get
the sympathy and the empathy

that the article gave me, but...

I did have... a lot of challenges

to dig Angelyne out of who
she supposedly was born as.

But all the details are not true.

But what I represent to Hollywood

and who I am...

that's who I really am inside, outside.

And my looks reflect from the inside,

not the outside.

I'm for real. Ooh.

- And cut.
- How was that?

Hello? Hello?

- Hello!
- Emmy, stand by.

We're trying to locate Angelyne.

Oh, God damn it. Ang?

What more do you want?

I've got tote bags.

I thought there was supposed to be a cameo.

Hello?

An...

It's so much fun being famous for nothing.

What do you do? It's like...

Whether the story is true or not,

everybody got challenges

and it affects them differently.

I'm a rebel. I'm not an actress.

I inspire people.

If someone could do me in
a movie, which I would hate,

'cause nobody has that kind of energy,

it's part of show business.

And, you know, what can I say?

Facts aren't always right.

LA, I love you! Ooh!

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- Could you back up?
- I need to get some unleaded.

I'm a billboard star.

I'm a... I'm a Hollywood sex goddess.

I'm a glamor queen.

Um, what else do I need to do?

I was just wondering, how... what...

You know, how big are you?

I mean, what's your,
you know, measurements?

If you want to know that,
you'll have to come

all the way to Hollywood and measure me.

Ooh!