And other searingly honest chapters of the actor’s life will be revealed in forthcoming memoir
Paul Newman’s heartbreaking and poignant story about the loss of his only son Scott will be told in a never before published autobiography coming out next fall.
Much has been written about one the world’s greatest actors, but nothing like the truth that Newman himself recorded on tape ten years before his death.
The star of such classics as Cool Hand Luke, Hud, The Hustler, The Verdict, and Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid died in 2008 at the age of 83.
When asked of his feelings about his son’s death from an overdose of drugs and alcohol at the age of 28, Newman said, “All that will be resolved in death.”
As a father whose son died from an overdose of barbiturates at the age of 23, I hope he’s right, as I hope it will be for me.
The tape recordings Paul Newman made of his life languished in the basement of his house in Connecticut until his family recently decided to turn the transcripts into a memoir.
Paul Newman hated the unrelenting attention that his fame brought him, but his children hated it even more. Living in their father’s shadow was especially a heavy burden for his son, and Paul Newman felt personally responsible for the troubled youth’s death.
In the tapes, Newman describes his early life, including his difficult relationship with his parents, his problem drinking, his failed first marriage to Jacqueline Witte, and his shortcomings as a parent.
With the help of one of his closest friends, the screenwriter Stewart Stern, Newman began his oral history more than 30 years ago.
Stern spent several years interviewing people from all corners of Newman’s life, including his children, his ex-wife, close friends, and actors and directors. The result was thousands of pages of transcripts.
“What he recorded was so honest and revealing,” said Peter Gethers, of the Knopf publishing house who will edit the book. “It shows a guy who was very flawed at the beginning of his life and as a young man before he became the Paul Newman we knew.”
Frank Sinatra was one of Marilyn’s closest friends and he said she was murdered.
“Frank believed she was murdered and he never got over it,” writes Sinatra’s former manager Tony Oppedisano in a new book, ‘Sinatra and Me: In the Wee Small Hours.’
“He never believed that her death was an accident. She was murdered with Nembutal and Robert Kennedy and the Mob were involved.”
The most famous movie star in the world spent the night before she died at Frank Sinatra’s lodge in Lake Tahoe, Nevada, with a violent gangster.
Sinatra had heard that Marilyn was going to go public about her sexual affairs with President John F. Kennedy and Bobby Kennedy.
Since Sinatra was a close friend of the Kennedys, he arranged for Marilyn and his mob pal Sam “Momo” Giancana to get together so he could talk her out of going to the press.
“Momo” means crazy. Giancana was a vicious hoodlum with a short fuse.
Giancana forged ties with many politicians on his way up to mob boss. Among them was John F. Kennedy’s father Joseph Kennedy. Giancana is said to have used his influence to help JFK get the all-important Chicago vote that he needed to get elected President.
Marilyn had been at Sinatra’s lodge two weekends before but was called back that last time for “a one-on-one chat” with Giancana.
How do we know this? We get it from George Masters, Marilyn’s hair and make-up stylist. He told it all in recordings he made a month before his death in 1998. Everybody knows that women tell their hairdressers everything.
Masters can be heard on the recordings saying: “The night before she died, the last time I saw her, was in Lake Tahoe at the Cal-Neva Lodge. She was there with Sam Giancana, who was the head of the Mafia.”
After the meeting with Giancana, Marilyn was flown back to Los Angeles on Sinatra’s private plane.
Marilyn Monroe spent the last day of her life, August 4, at her home in the L.A. suburb of Brentwood. With her in the house, coming and going, were her publicist Patricia Newcomb, her housekeeper Eunice Murray, a photographer Lawrence Schiller, and her psychiatrist Ralph Greenson.
That night Bobby Kennedy and an unidentified man came to the house and Bobby and Marilyn got into a loud shouting match, according to private detective Fred Otash.
“She was screaming and they were trying to quiet her down,” Otash wrote in his notes. “She’s in the bedroom and Bobby gets the pillow and muffles her to keep the neighbors from hearing. She finally quieted down and then he was looking to get out of there.”
Bobby and the others all left. Eunice Murray the housekeeper stayed overnight to keep Marilyn company. At 3 a.m. on Sunday, August 5, the housekeeper noticed that Marilyn had locked herself in her bedroom and looked in the bedroom through an outside window to see if she was all right.
Marilyn was unresponsive when the housekeeper tried to get her attention, and she called Greenson, the psychiatrist. He came to the house and got into the bedroom by breaking a window.
Marilyn’s nude body was lying face-down on the bed.
Greenson phoned Marilyn’s internist, Dr. Hyman Engelberg. He came to the house and pronounced the 36-year-old legend dead. It was 3:50 a.m.
The police weren’t called until 4:25 a.m., 35 minutes after Marilyn was pronounced dead. The delay in calling the police was just the first troubling detail of the crime scene.
Sergeant Jack Clemmons knew something was wrong when he arrived at the house. It was obvious the body had been moved. There were empty pill bottles on the bedside table, but no water or glass to take them.
Clemmons noticed Marilyn’s housekeeper was washing sheets in another part of the house. He asked himself, Had the crime scene been cleaned up, and why?
The autopsy report showed that Marilyn had taken a massive overdose of the barbiturate Nembutal, but no trace of the pills were found in her stomach. That could be because she had vomited them up, which would explain the housekeeper washing the sheets.
All the police reports and FBI files related to the case have been lost, destroyed or blacked out.
Marilyn kept a diary of everything she did and everyone she met, most of all everyone she had affairs with. The diary was missing from her house and was never found.
Police say the case is closed, but to the millions of fans who adored Marilyn Monroe, it will never be closed.