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The world is reeling.

Errol Flynn, movie star,
matinee idol,

notorious ladies' man,
is dead

at the age of 50.

The hero of a generation,

equally known for
his swashbuckling
in public and in private.

He died true to form,
in the arms of a much
younger girlfriend.

Now, all of
America is asking,
"Who is the girl?"

Just got
a few questions out here.

Just a couple questions.

All right, first
let's all just move back

and give Miss Aadland
some room, would you, please?

Miss Aadland!
Miss Aadland! There she is!

Is it true that Errol Flynn
died in your arms?

What were his last words?
How long had you known him?

Miss Aadland,
are you going to the funeral?

Miss Aadland, did Flynn leave
you anything in his will?

Miss Aadland!

Beverly!

- How old are you?
- Bev!

Are you going to the funeral?

Beverly.

Miss Aadland, what
were you doing in Vancouver?

Don't push!
Don't push! Come on!

She's gonna faint.

Beverly!

Please, just get back!

Hey!
Hold on!

Beverly!

What was your relationship...

The girl fainted.

Yeah, it's a pretty
crazy scene over here.

Hey, let me
call you back later.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Are you the mother?
Yes.

Hi, I'm Tedd Thomey,
here's my card.

I was wondering
if you could just...

A few questions about
your daughter
and Errol Flynn?

I'm in a hurry. I...

Is it true that she was
mentioned in the will?

Well, he wanted to
make sure she was
very well looked after.

Well, do you think
she's pregnant?

Pregnant?
We just saw her faint.

We're talking
a big age difference here,

do you think that
they were in love?

Oh, head over heels
in love, yes.

I mean, it was her
first love, and his last.

I couldn't have done
anything to stop it,

even if I wanted to.

- It was all predestined.
- Mrs. Aadland, look this way.

Here, take this.

And dab your eye.

Looks great. Thanks.

Do you need another one?

Baby, are you close?

Going as fast as I can.

Let me see.
Hold on.

I thought we agreed on
the bolero dress,
the Paula Lynn.

What's wrong with this?
Nothing.

It's adorable,
but it makes you look
too young. Trust me.

Now, this is much better.

They're here already.

All right, Herb.

Here you go.

I've canceled
your dance class for
the next three weeks.

Uh, but you can still
make the acting class

as long as you
don't go over time.

Do I have to?
Yes, you do.

I said I'd go bowling
with some of the gang.

Well, never mind about that.

You know,
Mrs. Morgan is so excited.

She couldn't believe
when I told her

that you were in
a movie with Gene Kelly.

I'm only in
the chorus line.

I know,
but that's just for now.

I mean, what's that
Natalie Wood girl have,
that you don't have?

Cab's waiting.
All right, Herb.

Now, remember
your manners...

But don't fade
into the woodwork.

That's my girl.
Beautiful.

Bye bye.
Bye, sweetie.

Excuse me, may I talk
to you for a moment?

Sure. How do you do?

Very well, thank you.

I'm Orry Kelly,

doing costumes on
Too Much, Too Soon
over on stage eight,

and there's a certain
someone over there,

who would very much
like to meet you.

Who?
Errol Flynn.

You know who he is,
don't you?

Sure.

Robin Hood.

Are you decent?

Never, come in.

Hello, there.

I'm Errol Flynn, and, uh,
who might you be?

I'm Beverly Aadland.
Pleased to meet you.

Pleased to meet you.

And, uh, what exactly
do you do, Miss Aadland?

Actor, singer, dancer.

Really? All three,
that's extraordinary.

Triple threat, yes.

I envy you, I never
could dance myself.

Or sing.

Or act.

Uh, how long have you
been in this profession,
Miss Aadland?

Forever, pretty much.

A seasoned professional.

I guess.

I'd better be going.
What? No, no, no, no.

Stay, Orry. Stay.

Isn't she
an exquisite creature?

She'd be perfect,
don't you think?

Yes. Yes, Errol.
Perfect.

Aadland residence.

Hi, Mom.
Hi.

I can't make
acting class tonight.
I have an audition.

What kind of an audition?

It's for a play.

"Master of" something.
Um, it's with Errol Flynn.

Who?
Errol Flynn.

Don't be nervous,
just be yourself.

Okay.

And don't smoke
in front of him.
Okay, Mom.

Be a good listener.
Okay, okay.

Okay.
Bye.

Bye.

Would you care for one?
No, thanks.

You'll get a kick
out of this lodge
where we're going.

It's a...

It belongs to
Huntington Hartford,

he's the producer
of the play.

Oh.

Yes, my wife and I
are separated.

And he took pity on
this homeless vagabond.

I'll be sad to leave it.

Every good, true
vigorous feeling I have,

gathers impulsively
around him.

I know, I must conceal
my sentiments.

I must smother hope.

I must remember that
he cannot care much for me.

I must repeat continually,
that we are forever sun...

- Sunder...
- Sundered!

Sundered.
Yes.

Sundered.
Very good.

Very good, indeed.

Do you like that speech?

Well...

I think it's kind of corny.

It is, isn't it?

Ah, come on.

There must have been
something that made
you feel suspicious.

Well, if it turns out
to be one of us,

I'm gonna wring
his rotten red neck.

Yeah, maybe
you are wringing it.

I'll get that.

What? I'm a first class
United States American, see?

Don't even hint I got...

Aadland residence.

Hi, Mom.
How's it going?

Everything's fine,
we're having dinner.

Dinner?
Well, then the audition
must have gone very well.

Yeah, I guess.

It's just the two of you,
he's not getting

any funny ideas, is he?

Mom, of course not.

You come straight
home afterwards.

Uh, okay, um,
there's someone who wants
to say hello to you.

Hello, is this
the charming mother

of a very charming
young lady?

I'd recognize
that voice anywhere.

Very nice to

meet you over the phone,
Mrs. Aadland.

I would love to meet
you in person, though.

Perhaps you could, uh,
come round to the lodge,
sometime next week.

Thank you.
That sounds lovely.

Wonderful.
I'll have my man call you

and make
all the arrangements.

It's a plan.
Yes.

Who is it?

It's the producer
of the play.

What the hell play
is auditioning
at this hour?

We're chasing...

Love it.

Are you sure
you won't have
some champagne?

It'll make the movie
go down much easier.

No, thank you.

Okay, maybe I will.

All right.

You've seen it
this color before?

Millions of times.

Millions?

It's a figure of speech.

You're like
a little sprite.
You know that?

A wood nymph.

Has anyone ever
told you that?

No.
Oh, definitely.

Yes, in fact, I think

I'm going to call you Woodsey.

Do you like that?
I don't know.

Would you think about it
and let me know?

Thanks, Woodsey.
I didn't say "yes," yet.

But it's such
a perfect name for you.

Woodsey.

I don't think so.

Oh, Woodsey,

you have to face
your destiny.

My destiny.

You're extraordinary.

Errol.

Oh.

You got any smokes?

No.

There's a gas station
down on Sunset.

Can we stop?
Sure.

You okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess.

Is he like that
with all the girls?

What do you mean?

That's what I thought.

Oh, baby,
I was so worried.

Hi.
How was it?

Oh, it was fine.

Yeah?
I don't think
I got the part, though.

Why do you say that?
He took you to dinner,
you must be in the running.

I guess.

So what's he like,
Errol Flynn?

He was nice.

He talked a lot.

And were you
a good listener?

Yes, I was.

But I'll talk to
you about it later,
I'm really tired.

I've seen
all your movies.

The Sea Hawk
was my favorite.

I saw it, like, five times.

Really? I could barely
get through it once.

Oh, but you're such
a great actor, Mr. Flynn.
Thank you.

Woodsey, I've been
looking for you all day.

I wanted to ask you
out for dinner, if you...

Look, I'm terribly sorry

that things got
so out of hand
at the audition.

Is that what it was?
An audition?

Look, I'm so sorry.

I mistook you completely.

I didn't realize...

I'm late.

Well, why haven't
you seen him?

He's on
a different soundstage.

Ah, well,
when you do see him,

I want you to remind him

that I'm very excited
about meeting him.

He did say
he wanted to meet me.
Okay.

Yeah, okay. Well...

Make sure that
you have lunch,
you're getting too skinny.

One and two
and three and four.

One and two
and three and four.

Sorry to intrude, ladies.

Now at last
I find out where
you've been hiding.

I was hoping to have
a word with Miss Aadland.

If you don't mind.

Excuse us, please.

Who was that?

Here.

Beverly, I can't stop
thinking about you.

I lie awake, nights.
Really. I...

I haven't slept in days.

I don't understand
what the point is.

You already got
what you wanted.

Yeah, what I want is
to get to know you,

to spend time with you,
enjoy your company,
that's all.

Look I know my reputation
precedes me,
but I promise you,

whatever you've
read in the press,

I swear, the man
standing before you now,

is a different
animal entirely.

Please believe me.

What's that?

Oh, it's a...
It's a question mark.

Yes, I know. Why?

Because I question everything.

Even at my age,
I'm still trying to
figure it all out.

I, uh, just never believe
what I've been told.

Someone tells me,
"You can't do that,"
I say, "Why the hell not?"

And then I go ahead
and bloody well do it,

and I get into
a bit of trouble.

But I'm just
endlessly curious.

I'm especially
curious about you.

Who is it?
Hi, Mrs. Aadland.
It's Tedd Thomey.

If I could just ask you
a few questions.

Why don't you
all go to hell?

It's Tedd Thomey, ma'am.
We met at the airport.

I gave you my card.

Yeah, I'm not a reporter,
I'm the guy that
writes the books.

Look, I know it's been
a difficult time
for you, ma'am.

I'm a straight-up guy,
I won't misrepresent you.

Things have been
so crazy since Errol died.

It's been a very
hard time for me.

I was very close to him,
too, you know.

I can understand, yeah.

Are you okay?

Mmm? Oh,
I have an artificial leg.

Uh, my so-called handicap

in an accident, uh,
many years ago.

I'm sorry.

I assume you've been
reading all the BS
they've been printing.

I mean, they just
take your words

and they twist them
around until you say

whatever it is
they want you to say.

Yeah. That's
the gutter press for you.
I know.

I know, but...

I'm worried that
Bev will see it.

Mmm.

Uh, where is Beverly?

She's, uh...

She's staying
with Errol's lawyer.

He has a real swanky pad
with a gate and
everything and, uh...

It keeps the press away.

Ah, the press.

You know what,
Mrs. Aadland?

Forget about what
the press are saying.

This book is the chance
to tell your side
of the story.

It'll put it down for
the record permanently.

And I'm certain you have
a great story to tell me.

Okay, let's get started.

Just speak normally, relax.
I'm gonna start with
a few questions here...

Well, there's one thing
I wanna make clear right off,

and that is that
my baby was a virgin

the day she met Errol Flynn

and nothing
makes me sicker

than those dried up
old biddies

who don't have
any of the facts,

but they make all
these snide remarks

and make it seem like
my daughter, Beverly,

was a bad girl
for what she did
with Errol, which...

Nothing could be
further from the truth.

And I ought to know,
because I'm her mother
and she told me everything.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Oh, God.

It's amazing.

Woodsey, you realize
you're bringing out
my best work in years.

These past few weeks,

have been heaven.

For me, anyway.

I'm not complaining.

So, you do like me,
just a little?

You're growing on me.

You are a cheeky little
wood nymph, aren't you?

What time is your mother
expecting you home?

Not until 5:00.

Mmm.

All right, that's good.

You told her
dance class again?

I told her I had to stay
and practice the new routine.

Well, that's...
That's true, isn't it?

I need more practice.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Why not?
Oh, Woodsey,

this is the monstrosity
in love, lady,

that the desire is boundless,

and the act, a slave to limit.

Who said that?
William Shakespeare?

Yes, how did you guess?

It sounded corny.

Yeah. You...

Some say that happiness

Is hard to find

Some say they'd never...

Hey, Beverly.

Did you go
to Hollywood High?
Yeah.

Why?
Nothing.

Just drop you
at the end of
the street again?

Sure.

Some say that
life is a mystery

Some say that love
brings only misery

I felt the same thing

And I thought it was true

But that was before I met you

Mmm.

Thanks, old boy.

Uh, Errol?

Mmm-hmm?

Well, uh, it's just...
It's about Beverly.
It's just...

I thought she looked familiar
the first time I saw her,

but I didn't say anything

and now I realize that could
have been a mistake.

What is it, Ronnie?
Just spit it out.

She went to the same
high school I did.

Uh-huh.

But she wasn't
in my grade,

she was a couple
grades below me.

I'm sorry. I feel stupid,
it took me so long
to figure it out,

but really,
she seemed a lot older.

I mean, she's really good
at looking the part.

I don't know why I didn't
remember her sooner.

Don't beat
yourself up, Ronnie.

It's not your job to
monitor my love life.

I know.

Well, I'll be inside
if you need anything.

Right.

Out of the blue,
Errol called and he asked us
up to the lodge.

That's not
the kind of invitation

you get every day,
I'll tell you.

My husband Herb, was away
on business, in Arizona.

So, we didn't have
any transport.

But Errol, very gallantly,
sent his car.

Mom.
What?

Come on.
Okay.

There you are,
you made it.
Yeah.

Beverly, how nice
to see you again.

And who is this,
your sister?

I've waited weeks
for this, Mrs. Aadland.

Oh, please, call me Flo.

Flo it is then.
Would you like a drink, Flo?

Uh, yes, please.
I'll take a vodka
on the rocks.

Perfect. Vodka is
also my poison of choice.

Beverly,
why don't you, um...

Why don't you find a soda?

It's in the kitchen,
which is down the stairs
and to the left.

Okay.

She's amazing,
your daughter.
Mmm.

I want you to tell me
all about Beverly.

She's been in show business
for a while, hasn't she?

Oh, she has been a pro
since she was 12.
Here, and in Vegas.

Uh, she was
the Pears Soap baby.

And then at three,
she won a contest

for a knock-out impersonation
of Bette Davis.

"Fasten your seat belts,
it's going to be
a bumpy night?"

It was, "I'd like to kiss you,
but I just washed my hair."

And then, five,
her first film. Uh...
Mmm.

The Story of Nylon,
Technicolor.

Uh, she's just...
She was born to be
a performer.

Mmm, you don't have
to convince me, Flo.

I saw it right away.

She's one of the brightest,
most unaffected,

natural talents,
I have seen in years.

Oh, please, sit down,
won't you?
Oh, thank you.

If there's a way,
I would really like
to help her.

You know, get her career
going full-steam.

Really?
There's so many
people in this town,

friends of mine
who have influence,

you know, that I
could introduce her to.

And, uh, I could say,
"This is my discovery.
My protégée, so to speak."

That is, with your approval.

Of course.

Splendid.

I never got you your drink.

Um...

There is one thing,
Florence.

The other day,
my assistant told me

that, uh, he thought
he remembered Beverly

from high school
and that she's not yet 18.

Is that true?

Yes.

How old is she?

She's 15, Errol.

You know, that could be
very dangerous for Beverly.

If the studios found out
that she's underage,
she could be blackballed.

Blackballed?
Oh, yes.

They're real sticklers
for the rules these days.

Not like in my time.

Well, they won't find out.

No?
No, she has
a birth certificate

that says she's 18.
It's a good one, too.

Is it?

Yes, she was
dancing in Vegas

when she was 13

and no one ever
suspected anything

and she could
pass for 20 now.

Well, that's exactly
the age I took her for.

It occurs to me that
if I were to take Woodsey
under my wing,

we'd naturally be
seen around town a lot.

And the press
in this country,
the free press is, uh...

Well, they have
such filthy minds,

they could make it
rather difficult for us.

Even when nothing
is going on?
Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.
Ugh!

Well, that's frustrating.
I mean, that's not fair.
Mmm.

No, it's not.
But I've had an idea, Flo.

What if you were to
come along with us,
when we're out?

You know,
be a part of the group.

Well, that's a swell idea.

You are her mother,
after all.

We'd just be...

We'd just be three friends,
out on the town,
having a wonderful time.

Well, that sounds like fun.

Splendid.

Are you out of
your fucking mind?

Yeah, you bet.

And loving
every minute of it.

Does the mother even know
what's going on?

Well, you know, mothers see
what mothers want to see.

Here you are, sport.

Oh, you're flying too close
to the sun, my friend.

Your wings will get burned,
you're gonna
fall down to earth,

then you're gonna
land in this nasty little
place called jail,

which you barely
escaped in '42.

Ah, that was a show trial,
I was a big star then,
I'm not anymore,

so the DA
doesn't care about me.

And I don't give
a damn about him.

And besides,
Beverly is not a gold digger,
like those girls were.

But she is underage
and the public never forgets.

You don't have to
remind me, sport.

I live with it every day.
"In like Flynn."

It'll be my epitaph.

That's exactly why they're
gonna throw the book at you.

And the studio can't
protect you anymore.

Belli, you're a lawyer

and I pay you
quite handsomely
to think like that.

But at the end of the day,
I don't give a damn.

Do you know what
doctor once told me,

that if I didn't give up
the drink and the drugs
and the wild ways,

I'll have six months to live.

That was 10 years ago,
and I've lived
every day and night

as if it was my last.

That's what I love
about you, Baron.

I really do.

Well, now you're
gonna listen to me.

Statutory rape,
that's hard time.

Look at that...
Ooh.

I began to see that
there was a real chemistry
between Errol and Beverly.

He was so eager to please her,
to do things for her

like she was a big star
and he was her
youthful admirer.

I went everywhere
with them

and met the best
Hollywood had to offer.

The crème de la crème.

Hello?
Hello, Woodsey.

Oh, hi, Errol,
I love the music box,
it's so sweet.

I'm so glad.
Something about it
made me think of you.

Listen, my love,
is this is a good time?

Sure.

Put her on.

Mom, pick up.

Hello.
Florence, hi.

Listen, um, I hope
I'm not interrupting
your dinner.

Oh. No, no, not at all,
we just finished.

Um, how are you?

Bev, hang up the phone.

How are you doing?

Not well, Florence,
not well at all.

I have to leave on
Monday for New York.

Oh, really?
It's that damn play.

I've committed myself
to it and I'm stuck.

I really don't want to go.

But, listen,
I've had an idea,

why don't you take
some clothes and things

and throw them in a suitcase,
take the baby by the hand
and join me,

there in New York,
soon as possible.

Errol, stop joking.

No, I'm not joking at all,
I'm deadly serious.

I want to launch
Beverly's career
in New York.

You'll be there
as a chaperone.

I'll take care of
everything of course.

That's a very
generous idea,
but, um...

I have to give it
some thought.

No, no, don't think
about it really, Florence.
Just do it, come on.

Come as soon as you can.

It'll be wonderful
for Beverly,

I mean just think of it.

New York?
What are you talking about?

Um, there are some people
who took interest in Bev

and they could really
move her career along.

Yeah, like who?

Errol Flynn.

What?

Yeah, he's been
helping her out
with her career.

She's 15 years old.

I mean, Lord knows
what's gone on.

Oh, nothing's gone on.
It's perfectly innocent.

I've been there,
I've seen them together.
Flo. Flo, Flo.

Errol Flynn is
a walking penis.

Oh, no that's not...
He can't keep his
hands off a young girl.

Okay, so he's interested
in her talent?

Yes.
Oh, wake up, woman.

She's a chorus girl,
she's a so-so singer
and she's...

She can't act her
way out of a paper bag.

You know,
you don't know anything.
I know.

I'm not letting you
take Beverly to New York,

to be served on a platter
to a man like Errol Flynn.

Listen, Beverly's
whole life has been about

one thing
and one thing only,

You don't understand
the difference

that just a little
helping hand

from a director
or a producer

or a big star
like Errol can make.

It makes the difference
between those who make it,

who really make it

and those that are left behind
on the garbage heap,

the has-beens, the wannabes.

This is her shot,
you can't say no.

If you do,

she's gonna resent you
for the rest of her life,

and I will, too.

You owe me this.

Oh, Flo.

You always had
your way with that girl.

You kept me out...
I never kept you out
of it, you weren't in it

because you didn't
wanna be in it...
Let me finish!

Take her if you want.

But that's it.

I'll wash my hands
of the both of you.

You're on your own.

Oh, look, Bev.
I've always wanted to
come to New York.

You know, not many mothers
would do what I'm doing.

I know.

I love you, Mom.

Oh, I love you too, baby.

Mom.
Mmm-hmm?

Errol wanted me to
talk to you about
the sleeping arrangements.

Okay.

He wanted me to tell you
that I'd be sleeping in
his room most nights.

What?

It's the way he wants it.

That may be
the way he wants it,

but that doesn't mean
that's what
he's going to get.

Mom, come on.

He's Errol Flynn.

You better not
say anything.

Don't tell me what to do.
I trusted you.

Mom, don't embarrass me.
Just stop whining.

Yes.
Yes, we are here to see
Mr. Errol Flynn.

It was leaving
for Hong Kong.
So, we got on it...

Hi, how are you?
Good.

Woodsey.

Everyone,
may I have your attention.
May I take your coat?

I wish to present

the marvelous
Mrs. Florence Aadland

and her exquisite daughter,
Beverly.

It's their first time
in New York.

So I hope you give
them a warm welcome.

Welcome.

Hi, Beverly.
Hello.

Oh, God, I missed you.
I missed you.

Thank God you're here.
I'll put these
in the closet, ma'am.

Hey, there,
I'm John Ireland.

The actor?

Yes, indeed.

Your daughter's very lovely.

Yes, thank you.

Hello, Florence. I know.
I know you're angry with me

and you have
every reason to be.

I am the devil incarnate.

I could have you
thrown in jail.

Please,
don't joke about this.
I'm not joking.

You lied to me.
You blatantly lied
to me, to my face

about what you were
up to with my baby.

I thought it was
perfectly obvious.

What did you
want me to say?

That I was in over my head
with your daughter?

Your beautiful
clever daughter.

Whom you've
groomed so carefully

to seem older
than her years?

Oh, now,
I'm the one to blame?

No. No. No.
No more than I am.

But, if I deceived you

you deceive me as well,
not to mention
the rest of Hollywood.

Florence.

I love Beverly

as much as
I've ever loved anyone.

And, for some reason
she loves me,
really loves me.

So, please, try to
find it in your heart
to forgive me

for both our sakes.

And I think
if you'll admit it,

you always knew what was
going on, didn't you?

All right,
what are you love birds
doing in here?

Uh...

Oh.

I'm sorry.
No, no, we're just, uh,
catching up.

Right, Flo?

- So here we are.
- Enough for everyone.

Seeing them together
again I realized that
it was a love match.

I saw that he genuinely
cared for her, very much,

but as I turned it over
and over in my mind

I realized it could
go either way.

The liaison with Errol
could be very good
for Beverly's career,

but it could
also be a disaster.

They weren't
married after all,

and if the press realized
what was going on,

it would be
a page one scandal.

I knew we were playing
with dynamite here

and it all had to be
handled very carefully.

I didn't want
our lives turning

from an A picture
into a B movie.

Look darling,
Dag Hammarskjöld,
he's a great man.

You know who he is?
Yes.

Who is he?

He works at
the United Nations,
he's like a secretary.

Yes, secretary-general
to be precise.

Yeah.

I am going to
get you a tutor
while you're here.

No, tutors are boring.
Well...

I like things just
the way they are.

Well, I'm gonna get
you some decent books
to read at any rate.

Something with
a little more literary merit
than the funnies.

Oh, no, come on,
don't spoil it.

It's the most fun
I've ever had.

Really, you don't miss
Los Angeles, your friends?

No.

I'm like a windup toy there.

Go to this audition,
go to this dance class,
go to this voice coach...

Do you even
like show business?
Yes.

Really?
Kind of. It's fun.

There sure are a lot of
swelled heads around though.

You might say that.

What I really want is
to just be with you,

and do fun things

and go out and stay in.

And just be free,
once in my life.

Hmm.

You examine me, Miss Eyre.

You think me handsome?

No, sir.

By my word,
there is something
singular about you.

When one asks you
a question you...

You rap out
a round rejoinder,

which if not blunt,
is at least brusque.

Sir, I beg your pardon,
I spoke too plain.

I ought to have replied
that beauty is of
little consequence,

or something of the sort.

You ought to have
replied no such thing.

Beauty of little
consequence, indeed.

Indeed. Indeed.

And so, under
the pretense of softening,

your previous outrage now,

you stick a penknife
under my ear.

What fault do you
find with me, pray?

I can't believe it.

Who does this
clown think he is?

I told you not to read that.

Never ever a kind word,
if they did,
they probably misspell it.

Goes after the actress, too.

Ah.
You should have used Bev.

Mmm.

Well, I had a really
disastrous day myself.

I'm sorry,
what happened?

I got a letter from
Bev's father asking me
for a divorce.

And he's not
giving us a penny.

Oh, that's terrible.

I'm so sorry.
Yeah.

You know,
I was mad for that man.

I met him when
he was the bartender
at the Roosevelt Hotel.

I was a waitress
working for tips

and going up for auditions
whenever I could.

You were an actress?

No, I was a dancer.

Oh.

And not half bad, actually.

I got a callback for
a Fred and Ginger movie.

Really?
Yes.

One night after work
we were going up Highway 1,

to this little beach
that we liked and, oh,

we'd been drinking,
and, um, Herb took
a turn too quickly

and the next thing I knew,

I was in the hospital

and the doctor
was telling me that
he'd taken off my leg.

Poor thing.
That's awful.
Mmm.

But when Bev was born,

she was such
a special child, oh,

and I felt as if she
had been given to me
to make up for my leg.

It was as if it had
been pre-ordained.

Um, everything that
has gone on

has felt as if
it was pre-ordained.

You've done a marvelous job
raising Woodsey.
Mmm.

No, no,
you are a superb mother.

Thank you. I tried.
Yeah.

My own mother
was a class A cunt.

Errol. Oh.
Oh, no, no.

Yeah,
she did despicable things
to me and to my father.

Destructive woman.

Yeah, I'm sure Mr. Freud
would say that

she had a large hand
in shaping my

distinctive attitude
toward women.

But you're a gentleman
among gentlemen.

Florence, I am
and always will be,

quite literally,
an absolute son of a bitch.

And you know it. Cheers.

To hell of a day.
To hell of a day.

So,
what happened next?

Well, then
after the play closed, um,

Errol's luck changed
and he got a call

from the top director,
John Huston, um,

who asked him to
be in his new film,
The Roots of Heaven

and that starred
Juliette Gréco
and Orson Welles.

The only bad thing was
that it was in Africa.

Woodsey,
it's incredible to me
that love would exist

between a man my age
and one so young.

But I do so want to believe

that you mean what
you've been writing to me.

It might seem
unbelievable that a man
as masculine as Errol

would weep while
writing a love letter,

but there's no doubt
that he did.

Beverly loved those letters,

they were the only thing
that kept her going
with him away.

But afterwards,
she just missed him more.

And then something
happened that took us
both by surprise,

Errol landed a part
for Bev in the film,

but it turned out,
that old fox had
a trick up his sleeve.

I'm sorry, no.

Mom, come on.

It will be a cold day
in hell before I let you go
that far without me.

It's not my fault that
he could only get them
to pay for one ticket.

Yeah, I'm sure
he tried very hard.

Please, please, please...

Baby, just stop it.
Just stop it.

This isn't a day trip
to the Santa Monica Pier

that we're talking
about here.

But I would be with Errol,
you know he'd look
after everything...

There are bugs
and animals and diseases
and God knows what else.

Well, fine. I'll just go,
you can't stop me.

You just try it, missy,
and you see how far you get.

Mom, it's a big movie
with major stars.

I have to say
I'm really amazed

you'd want me to pass up
an opportunity like this,

it goes against everything
you've ever taught me.

Unless you don't think
I'm up to it.

That's ridiculous.

So she went to Africa,

all that way,
and she would write me these

wonderful little postcards
saying how hot it was.

All of the cast
and crew came down

with dysentery
except for Errol,

who was avoiding
drinking water.

I stayed on in New York
and picked up a job
in a nearby movie theater.

The pay wasn't bad
and the people
were all right.

One week they were
playing Errol's movie

and I really got
a hoot out of telling folks
all about him.

In the end I decided
to go home to California
and wait for Beverly.

And when she came back
we clicked into our routine

just like she'd
never been away.

That's Katonga.

Katonga, okay.

- He was so nice.
- Aw, sweet.

Oh...

Is that a rat?
No, no. That's Riki.

Oh, Riki? Oh.
He was my pet mongoose.

Oh, God,
looks like so much fun.
It was.

I ate so much,
the desserts were so good.

This was our hotel.

And here's us in Madrid.

We didn't stay there
for very long.

This is the Mediterranean Sea.

Oh, so calm.

Yeah, I know.

This is on Errol's yacht,
the Zaca, in Majorca.

- Such a beautiful boat.
- Oh! So beautiful.

I almost forgot, um,

I have a little, um,
welcome home...

Just a little
something for you.

Thank you.

That's nice of you.

It's a Paula Lynn.

Oh, that's nice
thank you, Mom.

Of course, um, if you
don't really care for it,

you can exchange it.

No. No, I really like it.
My feelings won't be hurt.

It's really pretty.
I like it.

- Fine.
- Florence.

Errol.
Drink?

Oh.

Why not, uh,
what are we drinking?

We're drinking your health,
of course.

So nice to see you.
Thank you.

I can hardly believe
that we actually made it
back in one piece

from the bowels
of darkest Africa.

There you are.
Thank you.

You're younger.

Doesn't Woodsey
look well?
Beautiful.

Light of my life.

Fire of my loins.

You remember
where that's from?

That book by Nabokov.

You see how
I'm educating her.

Yes, uh, well, um...

Ladies,
if you will excuse me,

I'll go slip into something
more dignified.

Oh, I'm so glad you're back,
both of you.

Does he seem
maybe just a little...

I don't know, off?

He's fine, Mom.

But you wouldn't
notice because

you see him every day,
but he seems...

I don't know,
something's going on.

He has back pain,
that's all.
Oh.

That's what it is.
Is he seeing a doctor?
Yes.

Okay.
Just drop it.

Oh. Mmm-hmm.
I'm gonna get
another box of slides.

Woodsey,
why are you so dressed
all the time?

Grab a hat, would you?

Oh.

Flo, pardon.

One line, that's it?

I had more,
they cut it out.

I don't believe it.

Ah, I'm furious
with the studio.
Good job, Errol.

Yeah, thank you
very much, thank you.

You know, they always do it,
they cut the best scenes.

They cut a lot of
my lines, as well.

Can't you do
something about it?
No, no, no.

They're a hard-headed lot.

I gave you up
for five months
and that's it?

I had a great time.
That's not the point,
is it?

I don't know, Florence,
I think perhaps
happiness is the point.

At the end of the day,
more important than stardom
and Hollywood.

Fame is like a religion
in this godless country.

It only provides
the public with idols
that they can worship

and then tear down
as the mood strikes them.

Don't change the subject.

She hasn't had a shot, you
said you'd give her a shot,

she hasn't had one.

How's your health?

Ah! Never better.

People say
you drink too much.

If you believed all
the rumors about me,

I'd think you were...
I'd think I was something
quite extraordinary.

I have to say the idea
definitely intrigues me.

Errol Flynn as
Humbert Humbert.

Yes, it's the part
of a lifetime.

I was born to play
it really, you know,

I think this chap
Nabokov is a genius.
I love that book.

And I think for
the role of Lolita

you'll agree that
Beverly has all
the right prerequisites.

How did her audition
for you go?

Not well.

Oh, you're not gonna
find a better Lolita.

You can search
all you want.
No dice, Errol.

Besides, she's too old.

That's a shame.

I think you ought to
rethink this, Kubrick,

because, uh, you see,
we're sort of a package deal.

You're not serious?

Well, that makes things...

Awkward.

Just when
Hollywood closed its doors,
Errol had a terrific idea.

He'd always been
fascinated by the ideology
behind rebel causes.

So, he flew to Cuba
and began work on
an independent movie

in support of
the rebel chief Fidel Castro.

This time, it was no
bit part for Beverly.

Are all you Americans
so bloodthirsty?

This isn't even your war.

I don't even know
who those guys
Batista and Castro are.

That's your problem.

But the man I'm gonna
marry is out there

in that stinking,
lousy jungle hiding.

And if he has
a reason for it,
so can I.

I wish some of
the Cubans felt
as strongly as you do.

Cut.

Wonderful, moving on.

Nice take.
Oh, thanks.

I'm serious.
Goofball.

So we got, uh...
So,
where are you from?

Three hours of sun
and five scenes.

Where are you from?
Here's what I think
you should do.

You should do a, uh...

It's nicer over here
in Cuba.
Yeah.

Beverly, I know
flirting when I see it,
and that was flirting.

What am I supposed to do,
he was talking to me,

I was only talking back.

While you're here,
making this movie with me,

you behave appropriately.

Got it?
What are you, my parent?

Don't dare
try that with me.

Hello.

Here you go,
Mr. Flynn.

Thank you, old sport.

Where's Miss Woodsey today?

She's, uh...

Out and about.

She's very young.

Yes.

I'm far too old for her,

but sadly,

she's not too young for me.

Mr. Flynn, there's a place
that's not too far from here,

they have plenty girls,
and very young
and very beautiful.

I'm sure they are.

Thanks old boy, not today.

Excuse me.

Hello.
Hello.

You're mad at me?

Is there a reason
I should be mad at you?

No.

Then I'm not mad.

You surprise me.

Ah...

I surprise even
myself sometimes.

They are having
a ball out there.

And Beverly's
career is taking off
in leaps and bounds.

That Errol's a marvel.

Mmm.

Errol Flynn.
They don't make them
like that anymore.

He's...
He's a rascal, that one.

He's always playing pranks.
I mean, it's just so much fun.

To be around him,
you know.

I miss him.

Hmm...

You're burning up.

It's malaria.
It's come back.

I think we should
get a doctor.

No, no.

Look, maybe they could
give you something.

Just hold me.
Just hold me.

I'm dying, Woodsey.

No, you're not.

I am.

I feel it.

I feel it.
You are not.

I am the...

Most selfish man
in the world.

Oh, don't be silly.

All my life, I've done
what the hell I wanted.

And to hell with
the consequences.

I'm dragging
you down with me.
Shh.

What have I done to you?

Errol, stop.

This is crazy.

You just rest.

You'll be okay.

You'll be okay.

Oh.

Good morning, Woodsey.

Morning.

Do me a favor,
would you, darling?
Bring me that flask.

I think you should
drink water.

Water is just for swimming in,
I've told you that.

Are you gonna be okay?

Yes, I actually think
the worst is over.

For this round.

You need to rest
for a few days.

Yes, ma'am.

I want you to get me
a clean sheet of paper.

I want you to write
something down for me.

What?

Just do it, would you?

Not until you tell me.

Just in case
anything happens,

I want to make things
right with you.

To make an amendment
to my will, that's all.

What are you talking about?
You're gonna be fine.

Just do it.

There's some notepaper.
Good enough.

I, Errol Thomson Flynn,

being of sound mind
and body...

...am hereby dictating

my last will and testament.

When they came back
from Cuba,

it was time
to throw a party.

Beverly's 17th birthday
was coming up,
so Errol splashed out.

He hired a band
and invited some of
his Hollywood crowd.

All of Beverly's high school
friends turned up.

And I think they
were amazed to see

what a star
she had become.

Go, Daniel.

Darling, that was beautiful.

Oh, God.

Ladies and gentlemen,
friends... Shh...

...new friends,
old friends,

I have a formal announcement
I'd like to make

concerning
our birthday girl.

I want the world to take note

that Miss Beverly Aadland,
a lovely girl,

somewhere between
the ages of five and 50...

...will soon become
the fourth and
final Mrs. Flynn.

Happy birthday
Happy, happy birthday

Happy birthday

Happy, darling?

Happy birthday to you

You did it, baby.
You did it.

...his day

And I hope that all
your dreams come true

Happy birthday
Happy, happy birthday

Happy birthday

Happy birthday to you

Oh!

There you are. Enjoy.
Oh, thank you.

Congratulations, Florence.
Mmm.

Oh, Madge,
thank you for coming.
Such a swell night.

I had so much fun.
Oh, good.

Beverly looks
so beautiful.

I know, she's gonna
make a beautiful bride.

You never told me.

How did she ever meet
Errol in the first place?

Well, I think it was fate.

Ah, you see,
she was passing
for 18 at the studio,

so I couldn't
really tag along.

Mama couldn't just
tag along, you know.

So, I wasn't there
when they got together.

But she told me everything.

Beverly?
Oh, are you leaving?

Yes, yeah. Good night.
Okay.

She was a virgin
and he made love to her
on the first night.

And he was so crazy for her
that he tore her dress.

Yes, it was a $75
bolero Paula Lynn.

Can you imagine,
but, you know,
what was she gonna do?

- It's Errol Flynn.
- My God.

Yeah. Baby!

You remember Madge
from the nail salon.

What are you doing?

What do you...
Oh, it's okay. It's okay.

Madge is good people
and she's been
following your career.

It's private.
Don't you talk
to me that way.

I'll see you ladies later.

Why do you keep
telling everyone?
It's none of their business.

I know who I can trust
and who I can't.
No, you don't.

Yes, I do and look,
just because
you're engaged to Errol,

doesn't mean that
you own him lock,
stock and barrel.

He's my friend, too.

He's my fiancé,
not yours, Mom.

Obviously.

So stay out of it.

Just how far do you think
you would have gotten

with this thing
if it weren't for me?

What thing?

The thing. You and Errol.

Do you know
how much I sacrificed

so that you two
could be together?

How much I've...
It has nothing
to do with you.

Nothing.
I lost my home, my marriage.

My husband...
You did it all for yourself.

I did it for you!
Leave us alone.

Oh! You come back here!

Come back here. You...

What? What are
you looking at?

You too.

Mind your own business.

You know, Florence,
I was wondering.

I really wanna
interview Beverly.

I don't think so.

Maybe she could
shed some new light
on some of the...

Beverly doesn't know
about the book. Uh...

And I don't want to
involve her in this.

Ah.

Well, I'd handle it
very gently.

When the time is right,
I will tell her.
Not before then.

Okay.

That's how you feel?
That's how I feel.

So, where were we?

The final chapter.

Errol, he wasn't making
the kind of money

that he did
in his glory days.

And in order to
settle his divorce,

he needed some ready cash.

So, even though
the Zaca meant
the world to him,

he went up to Vancouver
to sell his yacht.

That shows
how much he loved Bev.
Right there.

I'm already
getting enquiries.

A treasure hunting expedition
in the Caribbean,

searching for Spanish gold.

Errol Flynn at the helm.

That's a nice idea, sport,

but, uh, need a bit
of time to think it over.

Okay.

Well, uh...

We best be going
to the airport.

Fine. I can drive you
there myself.

Are you sure, sport?
Are you kidding me?

Oh!

What's the matter?

My back.

Oh, it's killing me.

I can call a doctor.

No, no, no. I'll be all right.
I'll be all right.

Ah, yeah,
it's getting better.

Yeah. And I've got
medicine in my bag.

I could use a nice
stiff drink though,
if you'd be so kind.

Ah, it's in my legs.

I have an old friend
who's a doctor.

His house is on the way.

Ah, no, no, no.
I'll be fine, really.

We need to take him
to the doctor's.

Hello.

Hey, doc. It's George.
Are you busy?

I have someone with me
who needs looking at.

Is it urgent?
I don't know. It might be.

And get this,
it's Errol Flynn.

Oh.

Okay.
Bring him straight away.

You're not gonna
believe this.

Great to meet you, Errol.

Pleasure, doctor.

And this is Beverly Aadland,
my small companion.

I told Cynthia not
to call anyone, but...

Shall we go into the den
so I can take a look at you?

Ah, later,
later, old sport.

Hello, everyone.

You all remember
who John Barrymore was?

Of course.
Yes.

One of the greatest actors
of his generation, right?

- Of course.
- Yeah.

Well, he just died.

Been a tremendous
friend of mine,

and of the director,
Raoul Walsh's.

And well, uh,
while I was out drowning
my sorrow in vodka,

Raoul hightailed it over
to the mortuary.

And he's told
the mortician that

Mr. Barrymore's
crippled aunt wanted
to view the body.

He slipped the cat
200 smackers,

smuggled the corpus delicti
to my very own home,

where they deposited him
in my favorite armchair.

Well, I got back
two hours later.

I was drunk.

Sad drunk.

I, uh, opened the door,
flicked on the lights.

And staring right at me,

was John Barrymore.

His eyes were cold.

His expression was...

He was bloodless,
gray, bloated.

I let out a gasp.

I ran out the door.

I was about to
climb into my car

and tear down the hill,
when I heard voices.

There on the porch
was Raoul and his cronies,

just as pleased as punch.

What happened
to the body, Errol?

Oh, they took it back
to the mortuary

and no one was the wiser.

But if I know Barrymore,
he was up on his cloud saying,

"Thanks for
the outing, boys.

"That last place
was a bit cramped."

Is it true you have
a two-way mirror put up
in your guestroom?

I'm sorry, young man.
I would never corrupt you
with that sordid tale.

Oh, it's all right.
He can hear it, Errol.

To tell you the truth,
I need to lie down
for just a bit.

Do you need me to...
No, no, no.

Stay there, old sport.

I never felt better
in my life.

I shall return.

So, how do you
like Vancouver?

Oh, it's beautiful.
We really like it.

Can I ask how old
you are, Beverly?

I'm 21.

Really?

You look younger.

I was only 18,
when I met Kenneth

and we were in high school.

Excuse me. I'm sorry.
I'm going to check on Errol.

Errol?

Errol?

Errol?

Is it your back, Errol?

Errol? Help!

Someone help me! Please!

Errol?

Help!

Help me, someone!
Help me!

Help! Please, help!

Errol?

Errol!

Errol?

No.

No!

Errol, no!

But is it true Errol Flynn
died in your arms?

What were his last words?

How long had you known him?

Are you going to the funeral?

Miss Aadland,
did Flynn leave you
anything in his will?

Beverly! Bev!

Miss Aadland,
how did you meet...

How old are you?

Beverly!

Now, it's time for our
once-a-week round-up

of America's number
one society stories.

What's the news
this week, Hedda?

Well, I for one,
am fed to the teeth

with all the drool
about Errol Flynn
and the Aadland ladies.

It makes me sick.

We've known for years
what a roué Flynn was.

And he met
his match in Beverly,
a teen hellcat...

As for the peg-legged
scheming mother,

well, Mrs. Aadland,

in this state there is
a little statute on the books

about contributing to
the delinquency of a minor.

Keep it up
and you'll end up right
where you belong,

in the clink.

Bev! Oh, I'm so glad
to see you.

Mmm, I missed you
so much. Come on.

You look tired.
Have you been sleeping?
Uh...

I'm fine. I just...

Just wanted to stay
out of the spotlight.

I know. It's...

It's been very hard.

I fixed up the bedroom
for you very nicely.

Um...

And I'll just...
I'll stay on the couch.

Oh, no, it's okay.
I'm fine with the couch.

Mom?

There's all this crazy stuff
in the press

about me being pregnant,
and the will.

It makes me
so damned mad.

Have you been
talking to them?

No, not really.

Well, don't.

She's not great.
She's only been sleeping
about two hours at a time.

And she doesn't eat...

I didn't know what was wrong.

So, I took her to the doctor
and the doctor said

that she's
just grief-stricken.

Well,
she's been through a lot.

I know, Ronnie. I know.

That's why I thought it
would be a good idea

for her to just...

You know, throw herself
into something.

Like her career.
Take advantage of
all the attention.

In fact, there's a guy
out in Glendale

who wants her to appear
in his nightclub.

It's just the ticket
for Bev, I think.

Some say that happiness

Is hard to find

Some say they'd never

Have peace of mind

I say the same thing

And I thought it was true

But that was before

I met you

Some say that life

Is a mystery

Some say that...

Shh!

I say the same thing
and I thought it was true

But that was
before I met you

Hank Segal of the Times
loved you.

And the Hollywood Post
is gonna write
a little article.

And Pat is so happy
because the take

at the bar was twice
what it normally is.

That's 'cause you were here.

Very funny. So...

What do you say
we celebrate

and go, maybe,
to Canter's and get
a burger and a shake?

I can't.
I'm going to a party
at Jack's tonight.

I don't like you hanging out
with those punks.

They are... They just
play up to you because

you're famous
and because of Errol...

That's not true.

You be home by midnight.

Beverly?

Bev?

Wait here.

Yeah, who is it?

I wanna talk to Beverly.

Who is this?

I have to talk to Beverly.

If you don't let
me talk to her,

I'm gonna call the police.

Sleep it off, lady.

Wait a minute.

Beverly?

Beverly?

Beverly!

Beverly! Whoo!

Beverly, it's your mother!

She's out of her mind.

She's baying at the moon.

Beverly!

Go home, lady!

What?

Go home!

But I want
my daughter here!

Is she up there? Beverly?
Send her down!

I haven't seen her!

Yes, you have! You liar!

Get me my daughter!

Bev!

Ow!

What?

What the fuck
are you doing, you jackass?

Come down...

Stop it!

What are you doing?
Beverly!

I'm gonna get
the law after you,
you stupid punks!

Go home!

I called as soon
as I saw the papers.

When's the court date?

23rd of next month.

It's hard to believe, really.
I know.

Contributing to
the delinquency of a minor

and then they
take Bev and they
hold her in juvenile hall,

what is the point of that?

They're just
trying to punish me
for what Errol did.

It'll never
stand up in court.

Why?

It's got a lot of
major difficulties.

I mean, it's in Beverly's
handwriting for a start.

And that really wouldn't be
such a problem,

except for when you
look on the back,
there's no signature page.

It's gotta be there,
somewhere.

No, not on this copy.

He dictated it to Beverly,
so he must have signed it.

I mean, he wanted Beverly
to have a third of his estate.

Well, his estate is,
believe me, a nightmare.

I don't really care.
You've gotta find
the signature page.

But Florence,
it's more than that.

He needed to
initial every page

in the presence of a witness,
two witnesses.

This is a sloppy job.

Typical.

Are you eating?

You look thin.
No, I'm fine.

They taking good
care of you?

Yeah, they're really nice.

Don't worry, baby.
We're gonna be back
together again real soon.

Uh...

Mom, people are saying
that they're never
gonna give you custody.

What? Who's saying that?

Just people around here.

My social worker and stuff.

Well, that's not true.

I've spent my last dime
on a crackerjack attorney

and I'm fighting with
everything that I've got.

I know.

But I just wanted
to say that if
it doesn't go your way,

they've talked to me
about some foster care

at a ranch outside the city.

No, that's not gonna happen.
That's not gonna happen.

It's not the way
it's meant to be.

I don't think that
anything was ever
meant to be, Mom.

I disagree.

All right, I don't wanna
argue about it.

Bev, I, uh...

I went to see the lawyer
about the will and, um...

It's no good.
He doesn't think
it's gonna hold up.

But, Errol dictated it
to me himself in Cuba.

I know, I know, I know.
But they can't find
the signature page.

And they don't know
if it was stolen
or it was misplaced.

Then he didn't...

He didn't file
the damn thing properly.
It's just...

Left us high and dry.

Well, I don't care.

I don't care
about the money.

I don't care about
anything, really.

There's nothing
that can bring him back.

I know, baby.

It was a party whenever
he was around, wasn't it?

Now, the party's over
and we have to
clean up the mess.

Actually, Bev, um...

Something has come up
that might be a silver
lining to all of this.

There's an offer of a book.

It would be about
you and me and Errol,

and I've been talking
to this writer.

He seems like a good guy
and, uh, he says
it's a slam dunk.

Mom, don't.
What?

Don't do that.

Don't talk to him.

Bev, did you love Errol?

Of course.

Well, don't you think
that you owe to him

to tell the real story
of your love?

When all the gutter
versions are out there.

Now is our chance to
set the record straight,

to tell the world
what a good man he was
and how much he loved you.

Bev, you're still so young.

When you get to be my age,

you realize that life
just goes by in a minute.

This is our chance
to make our mark.

All those people
that are clucking
their tongues at us,

they don't have what we have.
They don't have
our real story.

A love story that will
stand the test of time.

People will know who we are,
a hundred years from now.

But none of that matters
once you're gone.

Look at Errol.
Look at Errol.

He is still here,
because he's Robin Hood,

the swashbuckler,
and people remember.

Have you signed
anything with him?

Not yet.

Well, don't.

Promise me that you won't.

Oh, Beverly.

Promise me,
or you'll never
see me again.

All right, I promise.

Thank you.

I love you, Mom.

I love you, baby.