Vizzini calls her up screaming. Her old nude calendar photos have made the news everywhere. "When did you do these -- 1949? You were under contract! The studio could suspend you for this!" Marilyn listens to him yell, thinking, oh, crap. Vizzini is nearly sobbing. "Marilyn was mine, too, you dumb broad! Marilyn was mine, Marilyn was beautiful, and you had no right to despoil her!" He slams down the phone. So then Marilyn has to sit in Mr. R's office and face him and a bunch of studio execs. Mr. R shoves the calendar in her face. She tries to make light of it: "I was desperate…for fifty bucks. I posed nude just once in my life…. It's just a silly picture." Mr. R bellows: "Did you sign a contract stipulating that behavior contrary to the morals of the Hollywood community would result in suspension or even termination?!!" Nobody says anything. All the studio execs smoke and stare. Finally Marilyn says, "Did you ever see photos of the Nazi death camps? Or Hiroshima? Piles of corpses like lumber…babies, children. That's pornography. Not some sad, dumb broad desperate for fifty bucks." She tosses the calendar back on Mr. R's desk and struts out. Damn. I wonder if that really happened.
Mr. R speaks from Beyond: "I wanted to punish her for being a tramp, and for bleeding all over my white fur carpet. But I couldn't get rid of her because I was afraid she'd be hired by a competitor. And we ended up forgiving her and raising her salary to a thousand bucks a week. We couldn't invent another blonde. One who could make so much money, so cheap." Vizzini's secretary phones to tell Marilyn that he died from a heart attack. And it's all Marilyn's fault.
Marilyn's at some swanky party for Niagara when Mr. R and a group of investors strut up in tuxedos. One of them hoots and steps up to Marilyn: "With all the bucks I'm investing in this movie, do I get to boogie with the star?" He squeezes her ass and then grabs her boobs, saying, "I want to know if these are real!" Who the hell does he think he is? The President? She wriggles away, and Mr. R stops her and whispers, "You're not being very friendly." "I'm sorry," she says, and hurries off just as Grabby Asshole is yelling, "We're goin' to have to hog-tie her!" She's walking out of the party when Cass Chaplin steps up: "You don't belong with people who don't love you, Norma," he says. Cass's buddy Eddie G steps up behind her. "Come with us," he says. The three of them go and party on the beach at night. Creepy drunken three-way hijinks ensue.
So then apparently Cass and Eddie G become her sleazy sidekicks, and they come visit her on the set of Niagara and bring her champagne and exchange non-witty witticisms. Cass: "The human body is made to be seen! It shouldn't be hidden away like some ugly, festering wound." Eddie G: "Unless, of course, it is an ugly, festering wound, in which case it should be hidden away!" Marilyn: "Giggle giggle giggle!" This is gonna get old, you can tell.