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to London when I finish this show—that's where you belong. With me. You need me to help you. You're too—gullible—too unsophisticated."
Ken shook his head. "You've got me wrong. And I'm not for you, Jules," he added.
"Are you sure?"
"You don't have to be so obvious," Ken countered. "I'm not a schoolboy."
"You're a fool," Monroe snapped. Then he softened. As Ken sat at his dressing table, cleansing his face with cold cream, the bony hand of the director touched his cheek. "I can help you here too," Jules said. "I'm powerful."
"Thanks," Ken replied. "I don't need help just now."
