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L. L. MARINA SIRTIS: THE FINAL FRONTIERby Lighthorse Lee. After seven years on Star Trek: The Next Generation, Marina Sirtis had been the only regular to press for seven more. Someof the others were game for one–maybe. But Marina had urged, with barely concealed desperation, that another majormulti- year deal be signed.
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She said, for any and all to hear, that it was because she loved the show so much, and felt so loyal. But Gene Roddenberry was three years dead, and the show itself had been on life support for the past two. So the other actorswondered, just what was she talking about? None of them knew that she had squandered half her earnings on bad investments, urged on her by fast- talking lovers and conartists. Dishonest business managers and greedy lawyers had eaten up more.
Then she had blown the rest in panicky efforts,during the final Trek season, to recoup her earlier losses–acutely aware that time was running out on the only cash cow shehad. At a time when she should have been weighing a dozen handsome opportunities and/or a comfortable early retirement, shewas all but broke and without prospects. Love the show? She HATED the show. But she was willing to grit her teeth, and force herself through another seven years (andhopefully it would be cancelled before that)–if only she could get her hands on one more fat contract.
She wouldn’t blow it thistime. It would be different this time. But she’d never have the chance to find out. Word came down from Paramount Pictures that season seven would be the last. It had never been a happy ride, even at its best. Midway through the sixth season, the producers had switched Marina’swardrobe from a figure- hugging catsuit to a regular Starfleet uniform. She had been insulted by the makeover.
It wassupposedly to give her character “more respect.” Sure, by making her interchangeable with every other female in sight! Sheknew the other actors had urged it out of jealousy over the attention she got.
Other incidents fed her sense of persecution all the more. The last straw was the script for the 2- hour series finale. This was theepisode the whole industry would be watching–the launching pad for everyone’s future career–and her character was DEADfor the entire “future” story! It was like a billboard message to the show business world that this woman was history. She would at least be in the final scene. It was a “farewell” poker game, which had to include the whole cast. So the bastardscouldn’t keep her from that, she reflected with bitter satisfaction.
To make up for her conspicuous absence, she had demandedto wear the catsuit one last time. The garb didn’t seem TOO inappropriate, at least for a rec room.
So, after the third screamingconfrontation, the director gave in. On her own, Marina starved herself for two days, and spent six hours in a rubber suit in a sauna, to force herself into her besthourglass shape for the thirty- second scene. When the director yelled Cut, and the set erupted in applause at wrapping theseries, Marina lurched into her dressing room, vomited, and collapsed. Star Trek: The Next Generation was over. Jacob Karras, her talent agent since 1. Marina. But she wasn’t an easy sell. He hadtaken her on when she was a complete unknown, partly because she was a fellow Greek, and partly because he could see shereally needed the help.
Struggling on her own for five years, she had found work in exactly three movies, each one worse thanthe one before: The Wicked Lady, Blind Date (not the Bruce Willis comedy, but a low- budget slasher flick), and finally Death. Wish #3. She grunted a few lines in the first film, had none at all in the other two, and was nude in all three. Then Jacob found her. Landing the role of Troi, in a sure- fire franchise like Star Trek, was almost entirely his doing.
He had topull a lot of strings, and call in most of his favors, to even get her the audition. Yet he was glad to expend the resources,knowing it was her one great chance. She had a pleasing figure and a sensual, Mediterranean look–but a limited acting range. But Jacob knew the enigmatic empath was in that range. It was all or nothing. And he gave it his all. With determined coaching by him, and behind- the- scenes campaigning–and aftersweating through three callbacks–his client got the part, and bore it well.
Marina took it as a sign that her life would be golden. But Jacob knew, from his Orthodox faith, the perils of seeking after a sign. So he just said a prayer of thanks, and was happyfor her.
But with the show over, and the Troi character the property of Paramount, she would have to do something else now. It wasback to Square One. Patrick Stewart had genuine Shakespearean credentials, and an established non- Trek career. Jonathan. Frakes had directing jobs lined up in television and theatre. Le. Var Burton, already renowned for Roots, was a major player in. PBS children’s programming.
The others likewise had planned ahead, diversified, and had full schedules. But pickings were slimfor a former Betazoid who never had much diversity to draw on in the first place. Aside from a few bit parts and cartoonvoices, there was precious little available besides the tedious Trek conventions–which she loathed. After a string of bad choices in managers, she was now handling her own finances. It may have been the worst choice of all. Trading on her TV fame for more lines of credit, at steeper and steeper rates, she ran up more debt in the next seven monthsthan she had in the show’s seven years.
Yet even though her income dropped from stardom level, her indulgences did not. She had always been addiction- prone. Alcohol, gambling, smoking, name it.
The discipline and structure of a regular series job–a great rarity for 9. Jacob had been a rock, also. He couldn’t keep her entirelyclean, but had managed to steer her away from hard drugs and outright alcoholism. But with the show over, and too much idletime on her hands, she was a junkie- in- waiting.“Grow up, girl!
It’s not addictive. Just suck it in and see.” The lounge lizard knew what HE could see. He could see hermouth–that beautiful Counselor Troi mouth–and he wanted in it. Marina eyed the gleaming white lines. Jacob had always warned her off cocaine. But he’d always been a bit of a fogy. He evenvoted for Reagan!)“Looks like sugar,” she mused, with a dreamy smile.
She was already inebriated.“And oh so sweet,” came the chime. Besides, if he was so smart, why didn’t she have ten Trek- like offers to pick from right now? She snorted the powder up one nostril, and then the other. Like a real pro!” her companion of fifteen minutes opined.
Marinagiggled. In another five minutes she was laughing hysterically–so much that she could barely hold her head steady while shesucked off her new friend. She went back to his apartment after the party, did two more lines, and he balled her straight- on. Then he snapped a capsuleunder his nose, inhaled the chemical, and did her from behind. That Counselor Troi behind. Then the coke started wearing off.
She started coming down. She complained of a headache, and began to bitch and moanabout her various other miseries. That was the cue for her friend. He fished all her money from her purse–but considerately lefther with enough for cab fare (just to get her AWAY from here)–and shoved her out the door. The next night, pitifully, she turned up again.
She didn’t know his name, but did remember the address. When he opened thedoor, she could see a half- dressed blonde drinking a beer behind him.
Marina was wearing tight slacks and a tight tank top, and a very red shade of lipstick. She tried to smile seductively. I thoughtwe might have some more of that nose candy…(I know the lingo, she told herself)…and make love again.” He wasn’t sure whatwas funnier: “nose candy,” or “make love.” But he had done her already, and was done with her, and sure as hell didn’t need apest. Leaving the door wide open, he walked back to his phone and dialed.
Hello, police? I want to report a woman named Marina. Sirtis…the actress from Star Trek, that’s right…she’s at my door trying to get illegal drugs. My address is–” But by that time hisfrightened visitor had scurried down the hall and out the building. The man apologized to the pizza parlor for the prankcall–”Just got to daring each other, you know”–and hung up.
It wasn’t long after this that a reporter from a tabloid–a particularly trashy one–asked to talk to the former Counselor aboutlife on the Enterprise. Jacob had turned this “journalist” away at first. With sweat, and savvy, and months of effort, he had finallylined up Marina as spokesperson for the new Sci- Fi Channel, which was just starting up. Tabloids could wait.
He could see the new venture was going to hit it big, both on cable and the Internet. Other agents had missed this bet–giving. Jacob the opening for Marina. It was a perfect fit for her. And it would mean getting in on the ground floor of a boom franchisewith a great future.
The contract signing, and public announcement, was in one week. Focus on this, he told her. How manypeople get two miracles in one lifetime? You can do all the interviews you want later. But Marina, tiring of her agent’s nanny ways, overruled him. Besides, she needed some quick cash, under the table, for her newsweet tooth.
The reporter primed her with rumors of how difficult she had been, especially in the last two seasons. Meanwhile, Marinaprimed herself with vodka shots. He sensed her mood, and saw a chance for some hot copy.
So on the spot, he invented abatch of fictitious “quotes” from her co- stars, about how unprofessional she was, and what a bitch, and pathetically untalented,and bound to fail when the series ended. Oh yes, she assured the reporter, she knew they talked about her like that. She wasnobody’s fool.