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26 Posted - April 04, 2005 The next morning, she did make an effort to get up, have tea,
Hazel getting things ready for the trip to location, me working on
her back, but when Whitey came in for make-up, "I just can’t
do it. Arthur, you’ll have to take care of it." And went back
to her bedroom. I went downstairs to the dining room, and found that the word had
already spread. Coca and King were there. They’d planned to ride
with me to watch some of the shooting and were very disappointed,
they’d looked forward to meeting her and Gable. We drove out to
Virginia City, had lunch at Edith Palmer's. Coca asked, "I hope
I’m not prying, and don’t feel in any way that you should
divulge any confidences, but what is Miss Monroe really like?"
Automatically, I replied, "Well, really very much like you,
Maureen, and Judy. Like almost everyone I know - especially women -
in the theatre. There’s a motor continually going. But, I think
when she gets depressed she gets more so than any of you. She
withdraws more; she’ll go into that darkened bedroom and stay for
days. She’s more moody than anyone I’ve ever known. She uses the
word "blue" often to describe how she feels, and it seems
to me that it’s the darkest shade of blue one can possibly
imagine. I’ve seen all of you in the depths, but I believe she has
devils to accompany her. On the other hand, I’ve laughed more with
her than I think I ever have with anyone." Paula wanted to take us to a restaurant on the outskirts of town.
The food was wonderful and the feeling of the place was warm and you
had a sense of desert pervading all. But I don’t remember much of
anything that was said. Quite a few of the Mix company was also
there. But I think all of us were preoccupied with our own thoughts.
Coca and King were on something of a honeymoon and were also anxious
to explore Reno, and weren’t all that involved in THE MISFITS.
Paula and I on our own wave-lengths were concerned only about MM and
the MISFITS. Later, I drove them back to the Mapes, and I walked
Paula to the Holiday. "Ralph, I’m desperately concerned. She
didn’t have enough time to recuperate. She should have stayed
there (Westside) another three or four days. They have stuff they
could shoot around her. Arthur and John won’t consult me about
anything. They’re also beginning, insideously, to change the
concept of the whole movie. They have meetings. They have
disagreements, but overall the agreements, as evidence in the script
rewrites, bode no good. I didn’t see her today. I just had to get
away from everything, and try to arrive at some kind of perspective.
Something's got to be done. I’ve come to the conclusion that she
should move to the Holiday, out of all the Mapes intrigue. Perhaps
Arthur will come to his senses. If not, then this whole venture id
doomed and all that I have worked for with her could so easily go
down the drain. I wonder now if I did right in London when she read
his diary. I convinced her that she simply had to stay with him,
that she had to understand that his artistic and emotional ego had
simply been battered to such an extent that he had to flail out at
her to assuage the hurt he’d suffered. Now, I don’t
know." She told me about the diary but only that he’d written
something terrible about her. Paula: "Marilyn said he’d written, ' I’ve done it again.
I thought I was marrying an angel, and find I’ve married a
whore." I felt, and persuaded her, that he had been terribly
upset at the reception she’d had at the big party, when everybody
had simply gone wild over her. That he must have felt a need to
write something about her, then leave it next to her script and to
turn around his meaning to make it more dramatic. I thought I was
marrying a sexpot, and find I’ve married an angel adored by all.'
" MM: "Arthur and I are moving to the Holiday tomorrow. Paula
feels that being on the other side of the Truckee River will ease
the tensions that are worsening. Maybe, if we’d done like Clark
and Kay, taken a house from the very first, there would have been
like she says, more objectivity. I would like for you and Maysie to
move there too, if you don’t mind." Manuscript property of the estate of Ralph L. Roberts. Do not
copy without permission.