Girl 27 (2007) - full transcript
The reclusive Patricia Douglas comes out of hiding to discuss the 1937 MGM scandal, in which the powerful film studio tricked her and over 100 other underage girls into attending a stag party, where she was raped.
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Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.
Where did this story go, and
what really happened here?
This is a huge story.
How did this story die, and, if
it did die, who buried it?
These lovely girls... and you
have the finest of them... greet
you.
And as to show you how we feel
about you and the kind of a good
time that's ahead of you,
starting tonight...
If they had any idea of the
ramifications and the ripple
effect that that had on her, it
changed her life, my
grandmother's life, mine.
I have no idea where her life
would have gone had it not been
for that night.
You don't believe in taking
"no" for an answer, do you?
Don't look at me like that,
Mr. Powell.
You scare me.
"She's a tramp."
The whole vocabulary of bad
woman... "Slut," "tart,"
"tramp," everything... came up
immediately if anybody mentioned
she was raped.
First, I was stunned.
I have read a lot about legal
cases over the years.
I had never heard of her, and I
was actually quite scandalized
that, number one, this had
happened to her, and, number
two, was that why wasn't anybody
talking about it?
Why are we sweeping this under
the carpet?
Aah!
I was on deadline for my
second book, and I was at the
part where Jean Harlow is dying.
It was the first week of June
1937.
Look at that drive.
All of 200 yards.
And it's a huge story.
26-year-old, at home, dying.
Nobody knows why, nobody knows
how.
Meanwhile, the king of england
is abdicating his throne to
marry an American divorcée, so
here we have two historic
stories, and, suddenly,
something's pushing both of them
off the front pages.
An underage dancer named
Patricia Douglas goes public
with shocking charges against
MGM, accusing them of rape...
That she had been raped at an
MGM sales convention party that
she had been lured into under
false pretenses.
Now, I kind of pride myself of
having heard about everything
pertaining to MGM, because that's my job.
I'm writing a book about Jean Harlow.
I ought to know everything
that's going on at MGM.
I've never heard of
Patricia Douglas, never heard
her name mentioned, never seen
her name in any of the reference
sources... any.
The editor of my book was
Jackie Onassis.
We went out to lunch, and she
said, "is there anything you're
interested in doing?"
And I said, "there's a story
that I came across when I was
doing the Harlow book, and this
is what it is."
And I told her about all these
headlines I'd found... "Wild
party hosted by MGM for its
salesmen."
Patricia Douglas charges one of
them, David Ross, with rape,
then takes her case all the way
up to federal court.
That didn't compute.
And why has this never appeared
anywhere since 1937?
"Am I crazy, or is this a huge
story that no one's ever told?"
And Jackie said, "well, if
anyone can find what happened to
her, David, it's you."
And when you're given that kind
of mandate from that kind of
person, how do you walk away
from it?
At the time the Patricia Douglas
story went public,
Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer was home to
Hollywood's biggest stars.
Ladies and gentlemen, here
comes the thrill of the
evening... Mr. Clark Gable.
Thank you.
Oh, and what a lovely,
lovely, beautiful creature is
Jean Harlow.
Thank you.
That, of course, is
Joan Crawford, as you all know.
Thank you.
You can probably guess from
the cheering that it's miss Norma Shearer.
I want to congratulate everybody in it.
I think they're all marvelous.
Now, friends, the excitement
breaks all bounds, as the
enthusiastic spectators dash
forward to greet and acclaim
their favorite stars.
MGM had its own police force,
grade school, private railroad,
and acting academy.
Oh, wait a minute.
In the first place, the kiss is awful.
You know perfectly well not to bump noses.
Presiding over it all was the
most powerful man in Hollywood
and the highest-paid man in america.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Mr. Louis B. Mayer.
It was like
"the Wizard of Oz."
You know, it's no wonder they
made the movie, because
Louis B. Mayer was the
Wizard of Oz.
He made everything work.
Our fans are entitled to the best.
I'm thankful that we can supply
what we consider fine pictures.
Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer... oh,
oh, what a lion.
So, here we are at the
ambassador hotel, at the very
spot where the 282 MGM
conventioneers arrived in 1937.
In the middle of the
great depression, MGM had just
posted record profits, thanks to
its sales force, who sold the
studio's movies to theaters
across the U.S.
And now these salesmen are
getting to participate in the
fantasy factory, and they're
being welcomed into this world.
They're being picked up at the
train station in a private
railcar and then taken by motorcade to the
ambassador hotel, rented out in
its entirety for them.
Then they're being escorted by
motorcycle police to MGM, the
greatest film studio in the world.
And they're being told, "we're
the greatest film studio, and
you're the greatest film sales
force."
So they're like part of the
royal family, and that's
intentional.
That's what MGM wants them to
think.
But what it feeds into is this
idea that "we're above the law.
We can do what we want."
In 1937, if you said to someone,
"I'm going on a convention,"
what it's basically saying is,
"I get to go wild.
I get to leave my home
community, leave the social
constrictions in that home
community, and I get to have fun
sponsored by my employer."
You have a nice trip up?
All the boys had a good time.
In fact, we run out of scotch last night.
That's the setting for this
convention, because
Louis B. Mayer says to them,
"thank you."
And that's to show you how we
feel about you and the kind of a
good time that's ahead of you,
starting tonight at the famous
cocoanut grove.
"I'm going to treat you like
kings.
I'm going to wine you and dine
you and make you feel as
important as you are to this
studio.
Welcome to California.
Anything you want."
Anything you want.
At 16, I went to work for
MGM, and I considered it was a
windfall.
There was an air... a constant
air... of being pursued.
All the men tended to try to
break women down.
These were very aggressive men.
Twice I was asked to go to be
interviewed, and the guy got up
and said, "well, let's see your
legs."
now raise them up a little.
Oh, don't mind me.
I just want to see if you're the
right type.
And you'd pull up your skirt,
and he'd say, "turn around, honey.
Pull it up higher."
Aw, bring them up a little
higher.
Up, up. Yeah. Ahh.
And then he'd say, "let's see
how you feel."
And then he'd walk around the
desk and grab you.
You know, uh, I kind of like you myself.
You couldn't go to the
citizen-news and say, "you
know, Mr. So-and-so did this to
me at MGM."
No way, because the studios
owned Hollywood.
I mean, this is no exaggeration.
It was one of the laws I learned
very early on.
Even the adults were afraid.
Everybody seemed to be afraid of
something, except the men
that were pursuing girls, you know.
That was the one thing that
nobody seemed to have any
compunction about.
Eddie Mannix, Louis B. Mayer.
There's something going on there.
Where we are now is the Hal Rach Ranch.
So, where we're walking on
now was a 10-acre ranch?
I mean, this pleasant, sweet row
of houses... suburbia?
Except it didn't look anything like this.
MGM producer hal roach owned
the ranch where the convention
party took place.
I asked Richard Bann, a
hal roach historian, to show me
around the scene of the crime.
If you were working here... if
you were Laurel and Hardy or
our gang... because this is
where hal roach made all their
movies, no phones, no public
transportation.
I mean, if you're here, you're
here because you've been taken
here.
Right.
And this is where she claimed
she was raped... in this field,
where he dragged her to a parked
car and raped her.
And she was talking about the
freshly tilled soil in her
account of the event, so it
would have been...
The party would have been up
at the top of the hill.
The big barn would have been where the...
That's where the party...
They said it was held in a barn.
So, they would have parked their
cars here, gone up to the party,
which was held in the barn.
The girls... these dancers that
they brought in for a "movie
call"... they would have been up
there waiting in the barn for
something to happen.
And they did film here all the time.
So if you got a call saying
you were shooting at the
roach ranch, that was completely
legitimate.
Yes.
Go home! Go home!
Did you hear me?
I said, "go home."
According to the newspaper
articles, the dandridge sisters
were there as entertainment.
Dorothy dandridge, only 13 years
old at the time...
Laurel and Hardy were there as
entertainment.
This was a big event.
500 cases of scotch and
champagne for 282 men?
No wonder the newspapers called
it a drunken orgy.
Yes, it is disillusioning.
I remember two words that I
learned, and one of them was
"rape," which was an extreme disaster.
And the other one that usually
was in the same conversation was
"tart."
"Well, she's a tart.
What do you expect?
She's a tramp."
The whole vocabulary of bad
woman... "Slut," "tart,"
"tramp," everything... came up
immediately if anybody mentioned
she was raped.
I've been watching all these
movies from Patricia Douglas'
day, and rape absolutely does not exist.
Either she passes out just in time...
...or he passes out just in
time.
Or there's a handy weapon nearby
for that "just in the Nick of time" escape.
You would think rape would be no
laughing matter, but the place
you see it most is cartoons.
Some creep's always after poor
No, no, no, no, no, no!
I have you in me hands.
Let me alone!
Ah.
Stop it! Help!
Let go!
Let me alone, you big brute, you!
Drop that girl!
Okay.
Ouch!
Wise guy!
"The Story of Temple Drake"
is this huge exception.
Based on the novel "sanctuary"
by William Faulkner and released
in 1933, "The Story of
Temple Drake" is about a spoiled
southern belle who really gets raped.
Aah!
And even though she goes
public in court, Temple Drake's
carried off to a happy ending.
Be proud of her, judge.
I am.
"The Story of Temple Drake"
is an intense movie, which is
why so few people got to see it.
Even though the rape scene was
painstakingly story boarded in
advance, the film was banned and
barely seen.
Even today, seven decades later,
it's unavailable on TV, VHS, or DVD.
MGM was meticulous about purging
its files, but some stuff ended
up at the university of
southern California, so I
called Ned Comstock in
special collections, and in deep
storage he found a Patricia Douglas file.
Has anybody ever looked at this file?
Not this particular file, that I know of.
What do we got here?
This is the call sheet for
120 girls.
Hmm.
"May 5, 1937."
4:00 P.M. was the call time.
"Where to report... the ranch."
It's just like it's a movie
call.
There she is.
Girl 27... Patricia Douglas.
And this, they typed it up,
and she's still girl 27, but
it's in caps, underlined...
"Pat Douglas."
Pat.
This is from western costume,
which was right next door to
Paramount and where you'd go to
be costumed for a film.
"Pat Douglas... one brown felt
large cowboy hat, one suedette
skirt, one pair of black
side-seam boots."
So, they're dressing these
dancers like Betty Boop.
Aah! Oh!
They'd be like hostesses for
the conventioneers?
Evidently, but they didn't know it.
They would have thought they
were in some sort of western
musical.
Yeah, these girls would get
called by the casting directors
and go from studio to studio to
studio, whatever the call was,
and I don't think they paid a
whole lot of attention to what
they were doing.
They did their musical number,
and they were done.
Right.
This is a list of the people
who worked at the party.
L.A. police, state police,
Culver city police, and "our own
police and watchmen."
So you had policemen from four
different departments.
You have the Los Angeles city
police, the California State
police, the Culver city police,
and the MGM internal studio
police, and nobody ever files a
report that this girl has been
raped.
This is a questionnaire.
This is probably what they gave
to the 119 other girls.
"What is your name?
What is your age?
Do you know Patricia Douglas?
When did you first meet her?
State in detail what you know
about Patricia Douglas' past
reputation for morality.
Have you ever seen
Patricia Douglas intoxicated
before or after the party?"
They need these people to tow
the party line.
They need them to say that she
was a tramp and she was a drunk
and, therefore, she couldn't
possibly have been raped,
because tramps can't get raped,
in terms of the 1937 mind-set.
This is the pinkerton detective
agency report.
The same day Patricia Douglas
goes public, their surveillance
of her... they're watching her,
they're asking people questions
about her, they're standing
outside her house all day,
they're seeing who's going in,
who's going out, where she's
going.
"Say, 'Patricia Douglas is a
drinker.
Her character is questionable.'"
I mean, this is character assassination.
Little piece of paper from the
desk of hal roach.
Dr. B. Dakin "treated Douglas
for G.U."
"G.U." is "genital-urinary," and
that was a discreet term, at the
time, for V.D...
Specifically, gonorrhea.
Hal roach owned the ranch where
the party took place.
Now he wants his doctor to say
Patricia Douglas had V.D.,
because if Patricia Douglas had
V.D., she was sexually active.
And if she was sexually active,
she was a slut.
Nowhere in this file does it say
she wasn't raped.
There's nothing here where
they're saying that her
contention isn't true.
What's here is, "we have to make
her look immoral, because if she
is immoral, she is not rapable."
Have you been able to find her?
You have to believe she came to a bad end.
From what we've just seen, MGM
went all out to destroy her.
I do believe her.
I absolutely believe her.
I think you've got an assault and battery.
It's a classic assault-and-battery case.
I have read a lot about legal
cases over the years.
I'd never heard of
Patricia Douglas, so I did a
little research.
In fact, I even employed some of
the Fox News channel research
capabilities and could find
nothing about her.
She had been completely hidden.
She was off the legal radar screen.
Michael taitelman's law firm
handles high-profile Hollywood
cases, and Greta Van Susteren
analyzes them for the Fox News
channel.
I gave them both the
Patricia Douglas court files,
which haven't been seen since 1937.
As a lawyer advising someone
about whether to bring a case
like that, you tell your client
what to expect.
I would hope that her lawyer
told her it would be very
difficult, you've got to have a
lot of courage, you're going to
be raked over the coals, you're
going to be portrayed as someone
you're not, and do you still want to do it?
I think the mere fact that she
went forward, especially in that
day and age, says a lot about
her character.
What's fascinating about this
woman is that she was bringing a
federal lawsuit... a
civil-rights claim... perhaps
the first one... for a group of
women who were tricked into
attending a party and tricked
into being put in a very
dangerous situation, and then
she was raped.
The people were sued.
David Ross was never served.
Again, I find that hard to believe.
To serve a guy who is working
for MGM, and presumably working
at MGM in Illinois, should not be too hard.
I mean, there are process
servers all over the country.
You send the papers to the
process server, and you tell the
process server to find the guy.
I mean, in my wildest dreams,
the idea that the D.A. would not
have disqualified himself, in
light of the fact that he was
getting substantial
contributions from MGM to his
political campaign... today,
we'd be in his front yard.
Every time he walked out, we'd
stick a microphone in his face
and say, "how in the world can
you possibly give this woman a
fair shake when you've got MGM
stuffing cash in your pocket
for your election?"
Would I have taken the case
then?
Who knows?
There's a lot that I imagine
people would think about in
deciding to go up against the
Goliath, MGM.
A crime was committed against
her, and then what happens?
Everybody runs.
No one will help her.
The law won't help her.
The D.A. won't help her.
MGM won't help her.
The doctor who examined her
wouldn't help her.
What I find disturbing... I can
think of no reason... none,
zero, even though I'm a
criminal-defense attorney...
No reason at all to publish
her name, her picture, her
address, and refer to
MGM studio, who is financing
this 5-day extravaganza... this
drunken brawl for its
salespeople... refer to them as
a local studio.
If that doesn't tell you, right
from the get-go, the sort of
community sentiment about these
cases back in the late '30s, I
don't know what does.
MGM had one of its employees
accused of raping this woman and
the others accused of
participating in the scheme to
bring these people to this
place, so of course MGM had a
huge interest in having this
case go away.
So, I discovered the
Patricia Douglas case inspired
another girl to come forward who
also said she had been raped.
Her name was Eloise Spann, and
she was a contract player at
MGM.
She was a singer, 19 years old.
Came forward and accused an MGM
executive of raping her.
She became pregnant.
She had to have an abortion.
She had been a virgin.
She went to the same lawyer that
represented Patricia Douglas and
then saw everything unfold
exactly as it had for Patricia Douglas.
According to the court records,
this house is where Eloise Spann
was raped.
Mom never talked about this,
is what's so amazing to me.
When you called, I had mixed
feelings.
Excuse me.
Well, because this is not a nice
story, and this is someone that
you love.
Jack Terry is the son of
Eloise Spann.
When I found him, he knew
nothing about her case.
Very proud of what she did,
and I don't know if she thought
she could win or not, but that
doesn't make a hill of beans.
She went after him.
And this, at the time, would
have been the ultimate humiliation.
A few weeks after the attack,
miss Spann testified it was
necessary for her to undergo an
operation to avoid becoming a
mother.
My mother never felt well.
And I don't know if it's from
the abortion that she had
through this gentleman, because
I'd come home from school... I
got off the bus, and mom would
be on the couch or mom would be
in bed.
A lot of our dinners were
scrambled eggs and toast.
When I first called you, you
said, "my mother died of a
respiratory problem."
And I had had her death
certificate, and I didn't want
to say anything, because...
She killed herself.
This is the coroner's report.
She hung herself.
And your father was trying to
get the door open.
I didn't get into it.
I... you lose your mother, and
you only want to know so much,
and then you don't want to know
any more.
My wife and I are religious
people, and we just hope, when
they go before the big guy...
That they have to pay the price
for this nonsense, because what
they've done is they've ruined,
harmed, killed...
Too many people.
She never would sing.
I will hear her voice for the first time...
Soon... today.
And I don't... i-i'm... i'm
really anxious.
Jack's watching an old movie
of his mother singing.
I wish everyone else could watch
it, too, but when they heard
about this project, the studio
which owns all her films refused
to release any footage of Eloise Spann.
Knowing about Eloise Spann's
suicide, I was sure
Patricia Douglas had met an
equally tragic fate.
Women who were the epicenter of
a Hollywood scandal didn't live
to a ripe old age.
Otherwise, we would have heard from her.
Someone would have found her or
she would have found someone and
said, "this is my story.
I need to tell this story."
So the idea that she would be a
woman in her mid-80s that was
still alive and just sitting
there, waiting, had never
entered my mind.
I was... furious when I heard
from David.
Imagine, 65 years, nobody
knowing what happened to you
when you were young.
And here comes some young fella,
out of the blue, and wants to
talk to me about the case.
So, I didn't care about the
story being told.
I kept it a secret 65 years.
Why not go... die with it?
Who would care?
My family always called me
"baby," I guess because I was
the baby of the family.
For the first few months, she
hung up on me.
You're bringing back
memories, see, and I don't like them.
Do you understand that?
We need it on record, is why
we're discussing it now.
Talk is cheap.
She won't meet or mention
MGM's wild party, but, with her
permission, I'm taping our
calls, because even though she
doesn't seem to know it, this
little old lady is the key
player in both MGM's most
shocking scandal and the biggest
cover-up in Hollywood history.
Want Patricia Douglas on this
show?
I would kill to have
Patricia Douglas on my show.
I would kill to find out what
her experience was... not the
rape, not the sordid, ugly
details, but the system, the corruption.
I believe my mother was
married eight times.
She was a young designer.
She designed gowns for
actresses, and she had her own shop.
She worked for the studios.
She was a tiny woman, but when
she put on heels, she was the right height.
And she had a walk, with so much
poise, that clothes were made
for her.
And she was just a joy to watch.
I loved to walk behind her,
because everybody would walk
past and not look at her, and
the minute she passed, all the
heads would turn to look at her.
I never gave myself a thought...
Just pride in her.
And then she kind of
disappeared.
All she had was a mother.
The father was long gone out of
her life, and she never had
siblings.
Never, ever was I nurtured.
I think my mother was the type
that wanted a child and when she
had them and the cuteness wore
off, then it was like a toy
you'd get tired of.
I used to go to the movies...
For having people around me,
because, in my family, I was
such a loner, I was ignored.
I was just there.
So, at least, in a movie, even
though I didn't like the
picture, there were people
around me, and I felt loved.
So, did you have close friends?
No.
I do not make friends easily.
I don't expose myself... give
them a chance to hurt me.
Nobody gets that chance, because
I don't get that close to them.
You want the truth?
Yeah, I want the truth.
I don't feel anything.
I'm not impressed by what we're
doing.
Have you ever been in love?
No, I have never been in
love, and I have never known
what it is to love somebody.
And do you think that was
taken away from you by what
happened at the MGM party?
Oh, I think that was taken
away from me because I believe,
no matter how much I feel
towards a man, I still don't
trust.
Doing extra work in the movies
was not a thrill for me.
It meant nothing.
I was quite popular with dance
directors because I was a very
quick learner.
Once I would learn the step, I
could help teach the other dancers.
And how old were you when you
started doing that?
I'd say around 14, 15.
These are underage girls.
They were not 21.
Under the law, they're kids.
A lot of young girls were
chorus girls and dancers, and
the dancers were fair game.
There were more young women
brought in during the musical
period who were really, really
vulnerable.
These girls... and that's
what most of them were...
Underage girls... would work
half naked among all-male crews.
And in those days, a girl who
had rhythm, who knew how to move
her body, was considered
sexually aware and thus sexually
available.
And you're always kind of
being pursued on the set.
That's why I hated the set,
because you were so vulnerable
and there were a lot of
obscenities.
They were fair game.
It was just open season all the time.
As far as sex was concerned,
that was never explained to me.
We never talked about sex.
It was never brought up.
It was never, ever brought up.
My mother was too busy, I guess,
getting married.
She seemed to be very adept at
it.
That's it, get them up, get
them up, get them up.
Good. Rest.
Fine. That's fine.
That's fine.
All the girls who worked as
dancers in Hollywood... all they
did was work in these numbers,
these extravaganzas that were
full of fantasy and music and
dance and, hence, romance.
The idea that everything was
about romance is a wonderful,
romantic notion, but what
happens when someone eyes you
and romance isn't on his mind?
Your mother hasn't told you a
thing.
All she's told you is, "dance,
find romance.
If he proposes, say yes."
But what if he propositions?
What if he doesn't propose?
And there's a big difference.
Or what if he doesn't even
proposition?
What if he just takes you and
grabs you and drags you out to a car?
And that happens, and that's
what this story is about.
This is The Story of someone
that that happened to.
I never thought of being an
actress or being a star.
And did you like to dance?
Yeah, I liked to dance.
I loved to dance.
We had these 3- or 4-hour
phone conversations, and her TV
is always on in the background.
And I asked her once, "what are
you watching?"
And she said, "mtv.
I love to see these kids dance."
And I said, "what kind of a
dancer were you?"
And without missing a beat, she
said, "I moved just like jlo."
She moved just like jlo, but
after 1937, Patricia Douglas
never danced again.
I was shocked by the
hypocrisy of stars that
everybody believed in.
Example... Loretta Young, when
she had the baby by Clark Gable,
said she adopted it.
As the baby matured and got
older, it was the spitting image of her.
There's no way she could deny
it, and she denied it till her
deathbed to that poor girl that
she wasn't her mother.
Loretta Young gets pregnant by Clark Gable.
He's married, she's a staunch
catholic, so when rumors start
flying, she stages a press
conference in her bedroom.
Even though she's eight months
pregnant, she swears it's just a
stomach ailment.
And when a baby girl is born,
she deposits it in an orphanage,
waits 18 months, then announces
she's adopting a little girl...
Her little girl, which everyone
in Hollywood knew, but no one
dared to say aloud.
I couldn't understand why
Patricia fixated on this story
until I went through the
newspapers from 1937.
And while she's on all the front
pages, buried inside is
Loretta Young's adoption announcement.
So while a rape victim's
crucified in the press, a movie
star gets totally protected.
My name is Judy Lewis, and
I'm the daughter of
Loretta Young and Clark Gable.
My mother said she adopted me.
And, of course, she didn't adopt
me, because I was her natural daughter.
She wasn't fooling anybody, really.
Hollywood knew the true story.
I was the only one who didn't.
When I was a little girl, I
always had a feeling that there
was something not quite right about me...
Because I was born with my
father's enormous ears.
And they were enormous.
They stuck straight out.
And my mother had me in bonnets
all the time.
I couldn't go outside in public
without wearing these bonnets,
and I hated them.
So, when I was 7, I had my ears
operated on, and I had them
pinned back, so I no longer have
my father's dumbo ears.
I went to an all-girls high
school.
I had a friend in class with me,
and she said, "Judy, how come
you look like your mother when
you're adopted?"
She says, "I'm adopted, and I
don't look like my mother."
So, of course, I went home, and
I said, "mom, how come I look
like you when I'm adopted?"
And my mother... without a
second's breath, she said, "oh,
well, honey, we live in the same
house together, and you have my
mannerisms, and it's very
natural that you, you know," and
off it went.
And I learned about my true
parentage a week before I was married.
I called the priest who was
going to marry us, and I said to
him, "I've just heard the most
incredible story that
Clark Gable is my father, and
I'm going to confront my
mother."
and he said, "don't.
She won't tell you."
And I didn't.
When I finally confronted my
mother, years later, she threw
up.
She vomited.
She said, "oh, well, you're
just a walking mortal sin,"
which was a little shocking to
me at the time, needless to say.
My mother asked me to keep her
secret from my daughter.
So, she's asking me to carry a
lie and a secret down to the
third generation, which I
absolutely refused to do.
I've never lied to my daughter
about anything.
When I can say publicly, "I am
the daughter of Loretta Young
and Clark Gable," I'm whole.
I'm present.
I'm... I'm here, you know?
And it's been really wonderful.
It's a whole different life for me.
I'm getting away from it,
what I want to tell you.
You did talk about how
David Ross was pestering you all
night.
He wanted you to teach him the
shag.
Or was it trucking?
Trucking. That's what it was.
He kept asking me to teach
him how to truck.
That was the dance at the time.
Kept asking you to teach him how
to dance, you realized he
thought you were there to be his girl.
I don't think I realized it.
I don't know whether I was naive
or dumb.
Really, frankly, I don't think I
gave it any thought because I'm
not a suspicious nature.
Never entered my mind, anybody
would do me any harm.
Whether it was a setup or a
party or anything, I don't think
it ever entered my mind.
But he was all hands.
We'd call it "copping a feel,"
was the word that was used for
any excuse to brush up against
you, to put his arm all the way
around you or anywhere where he
could touch some part of you,
which was very disgusting.
"Slimy" is the only word I could
think of to describe the man's
looks.
I hate to compare him to a
pekingese, but that's about the best.
He had bulging eyes... very big,
bulging eyes... that almost
dominated his face.
David Ross was never served,
and, again, I find that hard to believe.
He's one of the luckiest guys in the world.
Never served with this, never
charged with this.
Now, he had to live with it, and
I don't know how he lived with
it, but at least he didn't go to
prison forever and he didn't
have to pay financial damages for doing it.
The only thing I can remember
is this David Ross' face.
Of course, it was in my
nightmare for many years.
I could not get him off my mind
and what he had done to me.
He took my innocence.
You can never get that back.
You were a virgin?
I don't like to bring it up.
But it's important for the
story, because you were talking
about he took your innocence.
He took it on every level.
You were a virgin.
Yep.
I don't want to talk anymore.
Aah!
These lovely girls...
Anything you want.
No!
Don't touch me!
Aah!
Aah!
Aah!
No! Keep away from me!
Let me out of here!
Don't look at me like that,
Mr. Powell.
You scare me.
Help!
Let go!
Don't!
Aah!
Get away from me!
Don't touch me!
The next thing I remember
is being in a small hospital...
One story... it's just a tiny
place... and being given a
douche.
And the way I remember that is
because they used cold water,
which is not very pleasant.
When she went to the
hospital, she wouldn't have had
a doctor cleanse her and then
attempt to do an examination...
A doctor whose entire business
was dependent on MGM... so the
fix looked in at the examination.
And, of course, at the time,
I didn't realize that that would
erase all evidence, because I
didn't know about things like
that.
I can't remember anything right
now.
Do you remember seeing
yourself on the front page?
I remember the headlines.
How did you feel about the headlines?
Humiliated.
I don't want to talk anymore.
Can I stop?
Absolutely.
He heard someone crying and
screaming in the bushes, and he
went, and they arranged for an
ambulance to come.
Clement soth was the parking
attendant who heard Patricia
screaming, then saw David Ross run away.
On the witness stand,
clement soth changed his
testimony, saying he didn't recognize Ross.
I tracked down clement soth's daughters.
At first, they said they knew nothing.
Then, 10 minutes later, they
called back with the truth.
Daddy testified at a trial,
doing MGM a favor, and what he
was to get in return was a
lifetime job at MGM.
He had to perjure himself, so
when you do that, that never
leaves you.
I mean, that's a big deal.
He had only disdain for most
of the stars of the time and
certainly for the heads of the studio.
I mean, Louis B. Mayer was just
no good as far as he was
concerned.
But he had a family that he
had to support.
Who's to say that any of us
wouldn't have done that?
I mean, we don't really know
what we would have done.
It's easy to say from hindsight.
But at the time, who knows?
Because one little testimony
is not gonna touch those big
studio people, it wouldn't have
changed anything.
They would have wiggled out.
There are so many women that
this has happened to.
It affects their whole life forever.
And so if we can help one woman,
then it would be a good thing to
do.
And that's why I decided to do
this.
Here we are at the gold coast
hotel in Las Vegas, and I am
supposed to meet
Patricia Douglas tonight.
Her apartment's right around the
corner, and that's why she
wanted me to stay here.
This means a lot to me, and,
um... I've waited a long time for
this.
It's 8:40 now, and she said, "do
not come over before 9:00."
I'm nervous.
If this goes well, it begins.
If it doesn't go well, it ends.
I'm just sitting here waiting
because I can't concentrate on
anything else.
She does not like a man who
wears jeans, so you don't see
any jeans on me tonight.
She also said her favorite look
on a gentleman is a vicuña coat,
and I had no idea what she was
talking about, and then I
remembered there was a scene in
"Sunset Boulevard" where
Gloria Swanson takes
William Holden shopping.
Now we need a topcoat.
Let me see what you have in camel's hair.
Here are some camel's hair.
But I'd like you just to feel
this.
It's vicuña.
Of course, it's a little more expensive.
The camel's hair will do.
The salesman sort of leans in
with a leer and says...
Well, as long as the lady's
paying for it, why not take the vicuña?
"Sunset Boulevard" was made
in 1950, so that look is about
50 years old.
I think she's actually listed in
the phone book.
She's listed in the phone book.
Just her first initial, "p," but
she's listed in the phone book.
I looked for her for so long,
and after all that... but you
would have had to have known her last name.
I'm rambling.
There's so much at stake.
There's so much... your first
meeting, it's like...
Hello?
She... panicked.
She couldn't do it.
She called me on the hotel phone.
I knew it was her because
everybody else... nobody knows
I'm here.
They'd call on my cell.
She wouldn't call on my cell
because it's a long-distance
call and she won't make a
long-distance call.
She can't afford it.
And she was really upset.
She felt terrible.
She just said, "I can't.
I'm so sorry. I can't."
I just kept saying, "it's okay.
It's okay. There's no rush."
And all I'm thinking is, "if you
go, this story goes with you."
But on the other hand, you're
thinking, "this poor woman.
Leave her alone, David.
Leave her alone.
Let her die with her secret."
But you think about what she was
like in 1937, and you think,
"well, that has to be characterological.
That's her personality.
That can't have changed."
Maybe this is a test on her part
to see if I'll give up and go
away, and when she sees that I
won't, maybe next time that'll
make a difference.
She still has a chance to find
vindication.
And as long as she has that
chance, then I'll be there.
What will I do now?
I-I don't know.
The coldest day of the year...
Temperature dropped 35 degrees
since I landed last night.
But I'm here 'cause I finally
found David Ross.
He had no siblings and no
children, and there's nobody
left who can even recall him.
This guy got away with rape,
went back to Chicago, kept his job at MGM.
I didn't tell her I was coming,
but I know she'll want every
detail because it really closes
the chapter.
Here he is, dead and buried.
And there's the proof.
You want me to look at you, David?
Okay.
My name is Patricia Douglas.
It's very difficult for me to
try to remember these things.
They've been buried so many
years... believe it or not, 65
years... and to try, when
they're buried so deep, to bring
them out...
Maybe it'll help young people
not to be trusting.
I don't know.
I hope so.
This is the part of Las Vegas
that you don't see, right in the
shadow of the strip.
This is Patricia's apartment.
She sleeps in her bedroom, wakes
up at 4:00 in the afternoon,
moves from her bedroom to her
couch, sits down on her couch,
turns on the television, watches
television until 4:00 in the
morning, gets up from the couch,
and then goes back into her
bedroom, and that's her life.
It isn't that I mind living
alone, because I'm a loner, as
you no doubt have known from my
story now that, uh...
I enjoy being alone.
Her favorite show is
"the sopranos," which I don't
think she realizes she probably
relates to because her own
experience at MGM and what they
did to her was almost like the
mafia swinging into action.
James gandolfini... such a
wonderful actor, such a compelling force.
She doesn't leave her
apartment, and the only time
she'll leave is for a doctor's appointment.
I'm very private.
I don't expose myself... give
them a chance to hurt me.
I'll never forget the first
time I went into that apartment.
I was so nervous.
He was so formal.
He was so sweet.
I remember I opened the door,
and the back of the couch faced
me.
I was so nasty to him.
And I saw this figure with
her back to me, sitting on the
couch.
I was so nasty to him...
'Cause he invaded my privacy
that I thought was so secure.
And she was just sitting
there, and I knocked on the
door, and she said, "come in."
She had this great, low,
gravelly voice.
So I hang up on him.
But he persisted, thank god.
And I walked around like
this, and I thought...
"What do I do? What do I do?"
And I just... I just...
Impulsively, I just sort of
threw my arms around her and
hugged her, and I said, "I'm
really glad to meet you," and I
think she was taken aback.
She went like this a little,
but... then she settled into it.
He courted me.
He sent me flowers.
Uh...
At first, she was so hard and
tough and shellacked, and then I
knew it was a veneer, but to get
inside of it and to see this
person bloom and so much love
inside of her that she was
afraid to give...
Bless your heart.
She ate terribly.
I mean, her diet... I don't even
know how to describe her diet.
She basically didn't eat, and
she always used to say, "how can
I be such a fat old broad and
never eat?"
He's got some bad faults.
He's bossy.
And he likes his own way.
And he's pretty adamant about
that... getting that... too.
But then so am I.
I go to kfc because she says
that's the best coleslaw she's
ever eaten.
She said, "you can't get better
coleslaw anywhere in the world
than at kfc."
So I said, "well, would you like
me to get you some?"
And she said, "oh, would you?"
And I said, "well, you know I
would."
I have my way, and I make him
think it's his.
You know, we women can do those
things.
I started to clean toilets,
and I said to her, "this gives
you an idea of how I feel about
you, that I'm sitting here
scrubbing your toilet."
If you'd seen how I fought him...
And look what I would have lost.
I guess I love her.
I mean, she's... she... when you
care about someone, you want to
do anything you can for them
that they want.
You'll never meet anybody like him ever.
I wish we could do his story.
All right, let's skip me.
No.
This is you. It's your show.
We're over now with me.
What's throwing the shadow here?
Don't worry.
You're not the cameraman.
You're the star.
Don't you worry.
Well, I mean, it's different.
Don't you worry.
She's got you lit.
It's not on me? Why not?
Oh, look... now she's
Marlene Dietrich.
The battle's not over, and
until I am vindicated publicly,
where everybody knows the true
story of what really happened...
I won't be.
The doors are open now, and the
gloves are off.
If I have to fight, I'll fight.
If you have to take me to court
in a wheelchair or on a
stretcher, I'll go.
I was called... by the studio.
Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer... oh,
oh, what a lion.
And I was told to report to
western costume company because
I would need a costume for the
film they were doing.
And that was the words that were
used... "This film they were
doing."
Snap into it, girls.
You're five minutes late now.
I didn't notice there weren't cameras.
I was trusting. I was dumb.
I'd never been around bad
people, so I didn't know one
when I saw one.
I've always... been fortunate
enough that I could trust
anybody.
But you couldn't trust this man.
Slime.
Pure slime.
He wanted me to teach him to dance.
I didn't want any part of him.
And we got back to the table,
and there was...
Pitchers... pitchers.
One of them had something bubbly
in it...
And the other one had a terrible
odor, and they said that was scotch...
In fact, we run out of scotch last night.
...and that the other one was
champagne.
Champagne, champagne, and more champagne!
The only way I'd ever seen
champagne was in a movie, where
they pop it and it foams all over.
And to see it in a regular
pitcher was such a comedown,
mentally, for the way I had it
pictured.
And they said, "do you want to
taste it?"
And I said, "no. No.
I don't drink."
And that other one that smelled
so awful... "Well, that's
scotch."
"Well, how can anybody drink
something that smells that bad?"
"Well, it's delicious.
Taste it."
"No, I don't want to taste it."
So, when I wouldn't drink, they
poured some champagne and some
scotch into a glass, and one of
them held my nose and the other
one poured the liquor all over
me and down my throat...
And almost the whole glass.
So, right away I had to go
outside to vomit, and I could
hardly walk.
I don't want to talk anymore.
I want to remember this because
I want everybody to know what it
feels like to be violated.
And then, in other ways, I don't
want them to know, 'cause it's a
horrible feeling.
No. Leave me alone.
And when Ross was... i'm
sorry.
I have to use the word
"attacking."
I cannot use the other word.
He'd said that...
He wanted to destroy me.
I don't know why he would want
to destroy me.
Oh, I'm getting cold chills.
Oh, god, I'm cold.
He was slapping me in the face...
To keep me awake...
'cause he wanted me to
cooperate, and I was fighting him.
I was screaming, "I have been attacked!
I have been attacked!"
And then someone... I think it
was the...
man in charge of the parking
lot... called to me.
They brought me home in an
ambulance, and I went to sleep,
and I didn't wake up until...
The next afternoon.
My eyes swelled up, and besides
that, I was extremely sore,
ladylike, in my extremities, is
the only way I can think of to say it.
And then my family... I don't
know why they didn't mention it.
The pictures in the paper were
never mentioned.
How did I feel? Was I sore?
Do I... is there anything I need
to make me feel... nothing.
A hug would have been nice, I
imagine, but I never got that.
It was never mentioned.
It never happened.
That's the only way I can figure
out.
The way my family handled it was
to ignore it.
It didn't happen.
I did want him punished.
I could not get him off my mind
because he took my innocence,
because I was a virgin, and he
left me...
With horrendous memories of my
first time.
And believe it or not, it
affected the rest of my life physically.
I was a frigid... woman, and I
never changed.
It was a packed courtroom.
This district attorney said to
the jury and the courtroom,
"look at her," and he said it
with such disgust.
"Look at her.
Who would want her?"
And it changed my entire life.
And I often wonder if that
man... if it ever bothered him
that he had done that to another
human being or if he realized
what he had done.
And then when you leave the
courtroom, reporters push you up
against David Ross, who's shown
up with Louis B. Mayer's
personal attorney to call your
charges "absurd and ridiculous."
Oh, it was so horrendous.
I believe I just gave up.
I didn't like my life, and I
wanted to get out of it.
And then you have a vague
memory of trying to jump out the
window.
I remember seeing a window at
the end of the corridor... we
were way up high... and running
towards it.
That's all I can remember.
I just wanted to get it over
with, whatever it took.
My own daughter, my
grandchildren have no idea.
They're gonna be astounded to
find out that I was in this...
"Scandal" 65 years ago.
But I'd like them to know it,
but only under the condition
that they knew...
That I really was a nice person.
I wasn't this dirty woman.
I wasn't an easy woman.
A rape victim is looked upon
as someone who brought it on
herself, and that is what makes
it so different from other
crimes, is the woman feels
dirty.
She feels cheap, trash.
I thought, "well, if I had a
child, I could give my love so
freely and it would be reciprocated.
There would be no judging me.
They wouldn't... they would
think I was wonderful no matter
who I was or what I looked like
or what I did or what I had done.
It would be mine."
When I was about 2, I had a
ruptured appendix, and I was in
the hospital a long time.
It was very upsetting
emotionally, and she didn't like
having that kind of emotion.
When I got out of the hospital,
she sent me to live with my
great-grandmother, and I don't
remember seeing her for years.
She slept all day, and then she
ate a big dinner and watched TV
and then stayed up all night long.
I didn't expect her to iron my
clothes or cook a meal or go to
my school or talk to my teachers
or... anything like that.
I don't know what she did.
I guess she was asleep.
I have a daughter that's...
Well, let's say we don't get
along.
She gets along with me for her
friends' sake, I think, so that
when they say, "my mother," then
she can be able to do it, too.
But otherwise, there's no
closeness there.
I always wondered why she
couldn't seem to leave the house
and she never had any friends.
Because I was so alone.
Did your mother ever talk to
you about sex?
Oh, no.
No.
As far as sex was concerned,
that was never explained to me.
I never had a mother-daughter
talk.
I never had that.
So I married a man and used the
expression "as a stud."
I had a beautiful daughter out of it.
He wasn't worthy...
And she's just like him.
She was stifled emotionally,
and then physically she stifled
herself.
My second husband... I think
I knew him no more than three
weeks, maybe two.
He had never been married, and
because of my low self-esteem,
he was a challenge.
I only lived with my mother
by herself, with a husband, a
stepfather, once, just for a
short amount of time.
It was when I was 9.
And then my last husband...
He married me when he wasn't
divorced and told me he was divorced.
He was kind of scary.
Because they wanted sex, and
the only way they could get it
was to marry me.
So they became bigamists.
Two of them became bigamists
just to be able to have sex.
He was mean.
He was... devious.
He'd do things...
Behind her back.
He'd take a bath with me, and I
was scared not to do what he said.
And... he wanted me to do things
to him, and...
You know, it was our little
secret, of course... you know,
that old deal.
But I just had a feeling that I
was almost being...
Put out as a sacrifice to keep
his interest in her, in being there.
So I never dated again, and I blew it.
I was about 35.
But you can never miss what
you've never had.
All I ever wanted, I remember
growing up, was to have a real family.
I mean, I've been the typical
mother, stay-at-home mom...
Brownies, girl scouts, room
mother... for my four kids.
Come on through.
You're a good girl.
This one sucked my thumb all the
way to the hospital after she
was born.
Their stalls are always open.
Doors are never shut.
I think they're happy horses.
I went to visit my mother one
time, to Las Vegas, and my
daughter was with me, and she
had mentioned in a telephone
conversation, "you don't know
me."
so, very innocently and very
calmly over dinner, I said, "so,
mom, tell me about yourself.
What was your childhood like?"
And, I mean, you could almost
see the hair on her neck go up.
She just started breathing heavy
and got all flustered and,
"what, are you interrogating
me?"
and then I said to my daughter
later, "does that give you any idea...
Of the way I grew up, my
childhood?"
She says, "that's just bizarre."
She took me to my first gay
bar when I was 19.
When I finally told her, she's
like, "oh, god!
Thank god one of you is!
Grandma always knew you were a
queen."
I don't want my grandchildren
to be embarrassed because they
don't know the real story.
They don't know anything.
Everything was a secret.
We never knew anything.
So, I'd like them to know the whole story.
No, that was what she told me.
Mom, you look gorgeous.
Bye. Love you.
Love you, too.
You were saying to this day
you can't watch a movie where
there's a rape.
It conjures up memories.
Five decades after
Patricia Douglas is raped,
"the accused" is released.
Here's a movie about a rape
victim who takes her case to
court and wins.
The wonderful thing about
this movie is that it forces you
to see the human ugliness in all of us.
One actress wins an Oscar.
The other actress goes public
with the fact that she has been raped.
I wouldn't allow the audience
to go to this film and say,
"well, this is just a movie.
This doesn't really happen."
No, I'm here to say that it does
happen and it really does happen
to people all over the world,
and I think it affected me
greatly and I think it will
continue to affect me the rest
of my life.
But I cannot watch...
Any movie where they show an
actual person being attacked,
and by that, I mean a physical attack...
Involving sex.
I cannot watch...
To this day.
And, like I said, it's been 65
years.
So, after the grand jury sets
David Ross free, you file a
federal rape case... apparently
the first one ever.
Then nothing happens.
Why did this landmark case go away?
I have no idea.
That is completely vague.
The way it ultimately ended,
to me, suggests that something
occurred... something that was
not right.
No, I went to the lawyer he told me.
I couldn't tell you the name.
William J.F. Brown.
My name is Kelly Brown.
My father went into his own
practice, criminal law, which he
thoroughly enjoyed, and did that
till his retirement.
This case was dismissed in
state court, was refiled in
federal court.
It sat for three years and was
dismissed by the court for lack
of prosecution.
He was very flamboyant in the
L.A. lifestyle and always smoked
a cigar.
In this instance, there's a
document dated February 8, 1940,
which references a February 5,
1940, case having been called
for the third time and no one
showed.
I would go downtown with him
a lot.
He'd like to take me to court.
Her lawyer did not show in
federal court on three
occasions.
But it was something that
kind of turned me off to the
law, I think, a little bit, that
it was just a lot of deals being
made, and, I think, more so in
those days.
The only reason you don't
show up at a trial call is if
you've settled the case and
you've got a settlement
agreement done, let's say, and
you don't care that the case is
gonna get dismissed because it's
been resolved.
But from what I understand,
there was no settlement, and so
if there was no settlement and
this case was pending in federal court...
They punked it.
It would be a little harder
to get away with those things in
our decades than it was then.
For the lawyer to have
dropped the ball and to have
allowed the case to be
dismissed... I mean, I think
that is malpractice.
The lawyer's behavior is
deplorable.
The lawyer should be arrested.
My understanding is that this
lawyer that represented her
ultimately ran for the district
attorney of L.A. county.
He ran for district attorney.
And I don't think you win an
election in the 1930s for the
district attorney of L.A. county
without the support of MGM, the
biggest employer in L.A. county.
It almost seems like MGM had
a lock... a lock on the
community.
The movie industry was huge
in those days, and...
You know, they were in bed with
a lot of the city officials.
In both the state case and
the federal case, the first
order of business was the
appointment of a guardian ad
litem... her mother.
So, Mildred Mitchell essentially
controlled the litigation and
made decisions in the
litigation.
Not only did her mother have
a legal obligation to pursue the
claim for her as the guardian,
as her mother, but you would
think she would also have a
moral obligation.
This is your kid.
This is your daughter.
She was raped.
The mother...
Pulled the plug.
And her mother sold her out.
Patricia Douglas took a risk,
and she really, especially in
that day and age, stepped up to
get this out there, to stop it
from happening to other people,
to vindicate her rights, and to
have her mother and her
lawyer... to have it unfold the
way it unfolded is a miscarriage
of justice.
It's hard to even think of a
sort of David and Goliath story
more than this one, except for
in the end, David didn't win
this.
Patricia Douglas didn't win this
case in the end.
MGM successfully did.
They had the D.A.
they had the newspaper.
They had the one witness who
could corroborate... suddenly he
can't remember what he said at
first, and suddenly he's given
this great job at MGM forever.
They had the doctor, they had
the hospital, they had her lawyer.
MGM even had her own mother.
The fix was in.
Mildred Mitchell used her
hush money to buy a liquor
store, horses, furs, and a
younger husband who abandoned
her and took it all with him.
He walked out with everything
my grandmother had and left her
way in debt.
Except for her three brief
marriages, Patricia Douglas
lived her entire adult life with
her mother.
She swore she had no idea about
Mildred Mitchell's betrayal, but
I sensed on some level she'd
always known the truth and was
punishing both her mother and herself.
I never understood it.
It was like a symbiotic
love-hate thing.
She couldn't leave her mother,
but she was mean and angry at
her all the time.
My mother said one time, about
10, 15 years ago, "you just
don't know what's gone on."
And I said, "well, don't you
think whatever it was, it's time
to let it go?"
I said, "my god, you're 75 years old.
She's 95. Let it go."
"Oh, well, you just don't know."
There's no question
Mildred Mitchell felt guilty.
She went from totally neglecting
her daughter to waiting on her
hand and foot.
She was always acting like
she had to take care of the
baby, making special meals.
I mean, she did everything.
And my mother was just nasty to
her.
We didn't get real close till
she got helpless and I took care of her.
Then I felt needed.
I'd say the last 10 years of her
life is the only time I could
say I really loved my mother.
I haven't told this to anybody.
And do you feel vindicated
now?
No.
What will it take to make you
feel vindicated?
What will it take to make me
feel vindicated?
I want it in black and white.
66 years after first seeking
justice, Patricia Douglas
agreed to come forward once
again with her story.
Vanity Fair magazine called
me and assigned me to photograph
Patricia Douglas for their Hollywood issue.
She was a bit overwhelmed.
I showed up with three photo
assistants and somebody to do
her hair and makeup, and she
avoided direct eye contact.
She was definitely in this kind
of cave situation, and, like
when you enter the cave of some
kind of caged animal, she was
very protective of her space.
Patricia sat in the same place
on the same couch every day.
That was kind of her throne.
You see her medications and you
see her calendar, which she's
filled in with all kinds of
notes about talking to David and
all these kind of personal items
that are kind of her lifeline to
the real world.
I read the article.
I called her, and I said, "I am
so proud of you.
I cannot believe the strength
and courage that you have and
that you had to do that and to
follow through like that.
I am so proud of you.
It was just amazing."
And I said, "I don't know why
you ever would not have told me
and shared that with me."
I said, "I just... I am just
really proud of you."
And I got nothing but silence.
I mean, she wasn't even gonna
respond to that.
And...
She never did talk about it to me.
I was thinking that I'm almost 85...
And I really should...
Start thinking about dying.
I called the hospital, and I
said, "I understand my mother is
in the hospital."
And they said, "yes, she's been
here for several weeks."
And I said, "I had no idea."
And I said, "how is she doing?"
And they said, "she's not doing
well."
and I said, "do you think I
should come?"
She says, "yeah, you better
hurry."
how could I help but do good
if I exposed what they did and
that I changed it in my own
little way...
That I'm part of that?
I'd like to be proud.
And now I'm near to tears.
And I talked to her, and I
said, "I'm here," and...
I don't know if she wouldn't or
couldn't talk to me, but she
didn't look at me.
She didn't say anything.
And so I guess I wanted to think
she couldn't.
So I just told her, you know,
"go toward the light and go be
with your mother."
Patricia Douglas died later
that night.
She was 86 years old.
It was her wishes to be cremated.
We said, "we want her cremated."
"Do you want to buy this urn or
that urn?"
I said, "I don't want to buy an
urn.
I don't want these ashes.
My mother is gone.
She is not here."
It's like, "what do you want to
do with this car after you've
junked it?"
And I said, "just a cardboard
box," so he showed me a
cardboard box for $25, and I
said, "that's ridiculous."
I said, "I can go to the grocery
store and get a cardboard box.
These are ashes we're talking
about."
and, I mean, they just were
appalled.
I called the New York Times
to let them know she was gone,
and they refused to run an
obituary.
Here's the e-mail they sent me.
"David, we did not run a
Patricia Douglas obituary.
Her story is compelling, and you told it.
For an obituary, we need
something more... a significant
legal ruling that grew out of
her case, a news pick of some
sort.
She was a wronged woman who
never got her day in court and
vanished from the scene until
you found her.
That story is not an obituary."
Nobody knew who
Patricia Douglas was because
everyone did everything he or
she possibly could to make sure
we didn't know who Patricia Douglas was.
There's a huge part of me that
doesn't see her as a tragic
victim but as a hero.
She had guts. She was tough.
She was willing to fight.
She was a kid, but she was
willing to still take on the establishment.
That's my vindication...
Is the truth.
The truth always wins.
It comes out no matter what, no
matter what you do or how many
years go by or how you lie or be
lied against.
The truth's gonna out.
And I guess that's my vindication.
Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.
Where did this story go, and
what really happened here?
This is a huge story.
How did this story die, and, if
it did die, who buried it?
These lovely girls... and you
have the finest of them... greet
you.
And as to show you how we feel
about you and the kind of a good
time that's ahead of you,
starting tonight...
If they had any idea of the
ramifications and the ripple
effect that that had on her, it
changed her life, my
grandmother's life, mine.
I have no idea where her life
would have gone had it not been
for that night.
You don't believe in taking
"no" for an answer, do you?
Don't look at me like that,
Mr. Powell.
You scare me.
"She's a tramp."
The whole vocabulary of bad
woman... "Slut," "tart,"
"tramp," everything... came up
immediately if anybody mentioned
she was raped.
First, I was stunned.
I have read a lot about legal
cases over the years.
I had never heard of her, and I
was actually quite scandalized
that, number one, this had
happened to her, and, number
two, was that why wasn't anybody
talking about it?
Why are we sweeping this under
the carpet?
Aah!
I was on deadline for my
second book, and I was at the
part where Jean Harlow is dying.
It was the first week of June
1937.
Look at that drive.
All of 200 yards.
And it's a huge story.
26-year-old, at home, dying.
Nobody knows why, nobody knows
how.
Meanwhile, the king of england
is abdicating his throne to
marry an American divorcée, so
here we have two historic
stories, and, suddenly,
something's pushing both of them
off the front pages.
An underage dancer named
Patricia Douglas goes public
with shocking charges against
MGM, accusing them of rape...
That she had been raped at an
MGM sales convention party that
she had been lured into under
false pretenses.
Now, I kind of pride myself of
having heard about everything
pertaining to MGM, because that's my job.
I'm writing a book about Jean Harlow.
I ought to know everything
that's going on at MGM.
I've never heard of
Patricia Douglas, never heard
her name mentioned, never seen
her name in any of the reference
sources... any.
The editor of my book was
Jackie Onassis.
We went out to lunch, and she
said, "is there anything you're
interested in doing?"
And I said, "there's a story
that I came across when I was
doing the Harlow book, and this
is what it is."
And I told her about all these
headlines I'd found... "Wild
party hosted by MGM for its
salesmen."
Patricia Douglas charges one of
them, David Ross, with rape,
then takes her case all the way
up to federal court.
That didn't compute.
And why has this never appeared
anywhere since 1937?
"Am I crazy, or is this a huge
story that no one's ever told?"
And Jackie said, "well, if
anyone can find what happened to
her, David, it's you."
And when you're given that kind
of mandate from that kind of
person, how do you walk away
from it?
At the time the Patricia Douglas
story went public,
Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer was home to
Hollywood's biggest stars.
Ladies and gentlemen, here
comes the thrill of the
evening... Mr. Clark Gable.
Thank you.
Oh, and what a lovely,
lovely, beautiful creature is
Jean Harlow.
Thank you.
That, of course, is
Joan Crawford, as you all know.
Thank you.
You can probably guess from
the cheering that it's miss Norma Shearer.
I want to congratulate everybody in it.
I think they're all marvelous.
Now, friends, the excitement
breaks all bounds, as the
enthusiastic spectators dash
forward to greet and acclaim
their favorite stars.
MGM had its own police force,
grade school, private railroad,
and acting academy.
Oh, wait a minute.
In the first place, the kiss is awful.
You know perfectly well not to bump noses.
Presiding over it all was the
most powerful man in Hollywood
and the highest-paid man in america.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Mr. Louis B. Mayer.
It was like
"the Wizard of Oz."
You know, it's no wonder they
made the movie, because
Louis B. Mayer was the
Wizard of Oz.
He made everything work.
Our fans are entitled to the best.
I'm thankful that we can supply
what we consider fine pictures.
Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer... oh,
oh, what a lion.
So, here we are at the
ambassador hotel, at the very
spot where the 282 MGM
conventioneers arrived in 1937.
In the middle of the
great depression, MGM had just
posted record profits, thanks to
its sales force, who sold the
studio's movies to theaters
across the U.S.
And now these salesmen are
getting to participate in the
fantasy factory, and they're
being welcomed into this world.
They're being picked up at the
train station in a private
railcar and then taken by motorcade to the
ambassador hotel, rented out in
its entirety for them.
Then they're being escorted by
motorcycle police to MGM, the
greatest film studio in the world.
And they're being told, "we're
the greatest film studio, and
you're the greatest film sales
force."
So they're like part of the
royal family, and that's
intentional.
That's what MGM wants them to
think.
But what it feeds into is this
idea that "we're above the law.
We can do what we want."
In 1937, if you said to someone,
"I'm going on a convention,"
what it's basically saying is,
"I get to go wild.
I get to leave my home
community, leave the social
constrictions in that home
community, and I get to have fun
sponsored by my employer."
You have a nice trip up?
All the boys had a good time.
In fact, we run out of scotch last night.
That's the setting for this
convention, because
Louis B. Mayer says to them,
"thank you."
And that's to show you how we
feel about you and the kind of a
good time that's ahead of you,
starting tonight at the famous
cocoanut grove.
"I'm going to treat you like
kings.
I'm going to wine you and dine
you and make you feel as
important as you are to this
studio.
Welcome to California.
Anything you want."
Anything you want.
At 16, I went to work for
MGM, and I considered it was a
windfall.
There was an air... a constant
air... of being pursued.
All the men tended to try to
break women down.
These were very aggressive men.
Twice I was asked to go to be
interviewed, and the guy got up
and said, "well, let's see your
legs."
now raise them up a little.
Oh, don't mind me.
I just want to see if you're the
right type.
And you'd pull up your skirt,
and he'd say, "turn around, honey.
Pull it up higher."
Aw, bring them up a little
higher.
Up, up. Yeah. Ahh.
And then he'd say, "let's see
how you feel."
And then he'd walk around the
desk and grab you.
You know, uh, I kind of like you myself.
You couldn't go to the
citizen-news and say, "you
know, Mr. So-and-so did this to
me at MGM."
No way, because the studios
owned Hollywood.
I mean, this is no exaggeration.
It was one of the laws I learned
very early on.
Even the adults were afraid.
Everybody seemed to be afraid of
something, except the men
that were pursuing girls, you know.
That was the one thing that
nobody seemed to have any
compunction about.
Eddie Mannix, Louis B. Mayer.
There's something going on there.
Where we are now is the Hal Rach Ranch.
So, where we're walking on
now was a 10-acre ranch?
I mean, this pleasant, sweet row
of houses... suburbia?
Except it didn't look anything like this.
MGM producer hal roach owned
the ranch where the convention
party took place.
I asked Richard Bann, a
hal roach historian, to show me
around the scene of the crime.
If you were working here... if
you were Laurel and Hardy or
our gang... because this is
where hal roach made all their
movies, no phones, no public
transportation.
I mean, if you're here, you're
here because you've been taken
here.
Right.
And this is where she claimed
she was raped... in this field,
where he dragged her to a parked
car and raped her.
And she was talking about the
freshly tilled soil in her
account of the event, so it
would have been...
The party would have been up
at the top of the hill.
The big barn would have been where the...
That's where the party...
They said it was held in a barn.
So, they would have parked their
cars here, gone up to the party,
which was held in the barn.
The girls... these dancers that
they brought in for a "movie
call"... they would have been up
there waiting in the barn for
something to happen.
And they did film here all the time.
So if you got a call saying
you were shooting at the
roach ranch, that was completely
legitimate.
Yes.
Go home! Go home!
Did you hear me?
I said, "go home."
According to the newspaper
articles, the dandridge sisters
were there as entertainment.
Dorothy dandridge, only 13 years
old at the time...
Laurel and Hardy were there as
entertainment.
This was a big event.
500 cases of scotch and
champagne for 282 men?
No wonder the newspapers called
it a drunken orgy.
Yes, it is disillusioning.
I remember two words that I
learned, and one of them was
"rape," which was an extreme disaster.
And the other one that usually
was in the same conversation was
"tart."
"Well, she's a tart.
What do you expect?
She's a tramp."
The whole vocabulary of bad
woman... "Slut," "tart,"
"tramp," everything... came up
immediately if anybody mentioned
she was raped.
I've been watching all these
movies from Patricia Douglas'
day, and rape absolutely does not exist.
Either she passes out just in time...
...or he passes out just in
time.
Or there's a handy weapon nearby
for that "just in the Nick of time" escape.
You would think rape would be no
laughing matter, but the place
you see it most is cartoons.
Some creep's always after poor
No, no, no, no, no, no!
I have you in me hands.
Let me alone!
Ah.
Stop it! Help!
Let go!
Let me alone, you big brute, you!
Drop that girl!
Okay.
Ouch!
Wise guy!
"The Story of Temple Drake"
is this huge exception.
Based on the novel "sanctuary"
by William Faulkner and released
in 1933, "The Story of
Temple Drake" is about a spoiled
southern belle who really gets raped.
Aah!
And even though she goes
public in court, Temple Drake's
carried off to a happy ending.
Be proud of her, judge.
I am.
"The Story of Temple Drake"
is an intense movie, which is
why so few people got to see it.
Even though the rape scene was
painstakingly story boarded in
advance, the film was banned and
barely seen.
Even today, seven decades later,
it's unavailable on TV, VHS, or DVD.
MGM was meticulous about purging
its files, but some stuff ended
up at the university of
southern California, so I
called Ned Comstock in
special collections, and in deep
storage he found a Patricia Douglas file.
Has anybody ever looked at this file?
Not this particular file, that I know of.
What do we got here?
This is the call sheet for
120 girls.
Hmm.
"May 5, 1937."
4:00 P.M. was the call time.
"Where to report... the ranch."
It's just like it's a movie
call.
There she is.
Girl 27... Patricia Douglas.
And this, they typed it up,
and she's still girl 27, but
it's in caps, underlined...
"Pat Douglas."
Pat.
This is from western costume,
which was right next door to
Paramount and where you'd go to
be costumed for a film.
"Pat Douglas... one brown felt
large cowboy hat, one suedette
skirt, one pair of black
side-seam boots."
So, they're dressing these
dancers like Betty Boop.
Aah! Oh!
They'd be like hostesses for
the conventioneers?
Evidently, but they didn't know it.
They would have thought they
were in some sort of western
musical.
Yeah, these girls would get
called by the casting directors
and go from studio to studio to
studio, whatever the call was,
and I don't think they paid a
whole lot of attention to what
they were doing.
They did their musical number,
and they were done.
Right.
This is a list of the people
who worked at the party.
L.A. police, state police,
Culver city police, and "our own
police and watchmen."
So you had policemen from four
different departments.
You have the Los Angeles city
police, the California State
police, the Culver city police,
and the MGM internal studio
police, and nobody ever files a
report that this girl has been
raped.
This is a questionnaire.
This is probably what they gave
to the 119 other girls.
"What is your name?
What is your age?
Do you know Patricia Douglas?
When did you first meet her?
State in detail what you know
about Patricia Douglas' past
reputation for morality.
Have you ever seen
Patricia Douglas intoxicated
before or after the party?"
They need these people to tow
the party line.
They need them to say that she
was a tramp and she was a drunk
and, therefore, she couldn't
possibly have been raped,
because tramps can't get raped,
in terms of the 1937 mind-set.
This is the pinkerton detective
agency report.
The same day Patricia Douglas
goes public, their surveillance
of her... they're watching her,
they're asking people questions
about her, they're standing
outside her house all day,
they're seeing who's going in,
who's going out, where she's
going.
"Say, 'Patricia Douglas is a
drinker.
Her character is questionable.'"
I mean, this is character assassination.
Little piece of paper from the
desk of hal roach.
Dr. B. Dakin "treated Douglas
for G.U."
"G.U." is "genital-urinary," and
that was a discreet term, at the
time, for V.D...
Specifically, gonorrhea.
Hal roach owned the ranch where
the party took place.
Now he wants his doctor to say
Patricia Douglas had V.D.,
because if Patricia Douglas had
V.D., she was sexually active.
And if she was sexually active,
she was a slut.
Nowhere in this file does it say
she wasn't raped.
There's nothing here where
they're saying that her
contention isn't true.
What's here is, "we have to make
her look immoral, because if she
is immoral, she is not rapable."
Have you been able to find her?
You have to believe she came to a bad end.
From what we've just seen, MGM
went all out to destroy her.
I do believe her.
I absolutely believe her.
I think you've got an assault and battery.
It's a classic assault-and-battery case.
I have read a lot about legal
cases over the years.
I'd never heard of
Patricia Douglas, so I did a
little research.
In fact, I even employed some of
the Fox News channel research
capabilities and could find
nothing about her.
She had been completely hidden.
She was off the legal radar screen.
Michael taitelman's law firm
handles high-profile Hollywood
cases, and Greta Van Susteren
analyzes them for the Fox News
channel.
I gave them both the
Patricia Douglas court files,
which haven't been seen since 1937.
As a lawyer advising someone
about whether to bring a case
like that, you tell your client
what to expect.
I would hope that her lawyer
told her it would be very
difficult, you've got to have a
lot of courage, you're going to
be raked over the coals, you're
going to be portrayed as someone
you're not, and do you still want to do it?
I think the mere fact that she
went forward, especially in that
day and age, says a lot about
her character.
What's fascinating about this
woman is that she was bringing a
federal lawsuit... a
civil-rights claim... perhaps
the first one... for a group of
women who were tricked into
attending a party and tricked
into being put in a very
dangerous situation, and then
she was raped.
The people were sued.
David Ross was never served.
Again, I find that hard to believe.
To serve a guy who is working
for MGM, and presumably working
at MGM in Illinois, should not be too hard.
I mean, there are process
servers all over the country.
You send the papers to the
process server, and you tell the
process server to find the guy.
I mean, in my wildest dreams,
the idea that the D.A. would not
have disqualified himself, in
light of the fact that he was
getting substantial
contributions from MGM to his
political campaign... today,
we'd be in his front yard.
Every time he walked out, we'd
stick a microphone in his face
and say, "how in the world can
you possibly give this woman a
fair shake when you've got MGM
stuffing cash in your pocket
for your election?"
Would I have taken the case
then?
Who knows?
There's a lot that I imagine
people would think about in
deciding to go up against the
Goliath, MGM.
A crime was committed against
her, and then what happens?
Everybody runs.
No one will help her.
The law won't help her.
The D.A. won't help her.
MGM won't help her.
The doctor who examined her
wouldn't help her.
What I find disturbing... I can
think of no reason... none,
zero, even though I'm a
criminal-defense attorney...
No reason at all to publish
her name, her picture, her
address, and refer to
MGM studio, who is financing
this 5-day extravaganza... this
drunken brawl for its
salespeople... refer to them as
a local studio.
If that doesn't tell you, right
from the get-go, the sort of
community sentiment about these
cases back in the late '30s, I
don't know what does.
MGM had one of its employees
accused of raping this woman and
the others accused of
participating in the scheme to
bring these people to this
place, so of course MGM had a
huge interest in having this
case go away.
So, I discovered the
Patricia Douglas case inspired
another girl to come forward who
also said she had been raped.
Her name was Eloise Spann, and
she was a contract player at
MGM.
She was a singer, 19 years old.
Came forward and accused an MGM
executive of raping her.
She became pregnant.
She had to have an abortion.
She had been a virgin.
She went to the same lawyer that
represented Patricia Douglas and
then saw everything unfold
exactly as it had for Patricia Douglas.
According to the court records,
this house is where Eloise Spann
was raped.
Mom never talked about this,
is what's so amazing to me.
When you called, I had mixed
feelings.
Excuse me.
Well, because this is not a nice
story, and this is someone that
you love.
Jack Terry is the son of
Eloise Spann.
When I found him, he knew
nothing about her case.
Very proud of what she did,
and I don't know if she thought
she could win or not, but that
doesn't make a hill of beans.
She went after him.
And this, at the time, would
have been the ultimate humiliation.
A few weeks after the attack,
miss Spann testified it was
necessary for her to undergo an
operation to avoid becoming a
mother.
My mother never felt well.
And I don't know if it's from
the abortion that she had
through this gentleman, because
I'd come home from school... I
got off the bus, and mom would
be on the couch or mom would be
in bed.
A lot of our dinners were
scrambled eggs and toast.
When I first called you, you
said, "my mother died of a
respiratory problem."
And I had had her death
certificate, and I didn't want
to say anything, because...
She killed herself.
This is the coroner's report.
She hung herself.
And your father was trying to
get the door open.
I didn't get into it.
I... you lose your mother, and
you only want to know so much,
and then you don't want to know
any more.
My wife and I are religious
people, and we just hope, when
they go before the big guy...
That they have to pay the price
for this nonsense, because what
they've done is they've ruined,
harmed, killed...
Too many people.
She never would sing.
I will hear her voice for the first time...
Soon... today.
And I don't... i-i'm... i'm
really anxious.
Jack's watching an old movie
of his mother singing.
I wish everyone else could watch
it, too, but when they heard
about this project, the studio
which owns all her films refused
to release any footage of Eloise Spann.
Knowing about Eloise Spann's
suicide, I was sure
Patricia Douglas had met an
equally tragic fate.
Women who were the epicenter of
a Hollywood scandal didn't live
to a ripe old age.
Otherwise, we would have heard from her.
Someone would have found her or
she would have found someone and
said, "this is my story.
I need to tell this story."
So the idea that she would be a
woman in her mid-80s that was
still alive and just sitting
there, waiting, had never
entered my mind.
I was... furious when I heard
from David.
Imagine, 65 years, nobody
knowing what happened to you
when you were young.
And here comes some young fella,
out of the blue, and wants to
talk to me about the case.
So, I didn't care about the
story being told.
I kept it a secret 65 years.
Why not go... die with it?
Who would care?
My family always called me
"baby," I guess because I was
the baby of the family.
For the first few months, she
hung up on me.
You're bringing back
memories, see, and I don't like them.
Do you understand that?
We need it on record, is why
we're discussing it now.
Talk is cheap.
She won't meet or mention
MGM's wild party, but, with her
permission, I'm taping our
calls, because even though she
doesn't seem to know it, this
little old lady is the key
player in both MGM's most
shocking scandal and the biggest
cover-up in Hollywood history.
Want Patricia Douglas on this
show?
I would kill to have
Patricia Douglas on my show.
I would kill to find out what
her experience was... not the
rape, not the sordid, ugly
details, but the system, the corruption.
I believe my mother was
married eight times.
She was a young designer.
She designed gowns for
actresses, and she had her own shop.
She worked for the studios.
She was a tiny woman, but when
she put on heels, she was the right height.
And she had a walk, with so much
poise, that clothes were made
for her.
And she was just a joy to watch.
I loved to walk behind her,
because everybody would walk
past and not look at her, and
the minute she passed, all the
heads would turn to look at her.
I never gave myself a thought...
Just pride in her.
And then she kind of
disappeared.
All she had was a mother.
The father was long gone out of
her life, and she never had
siblings.
Never, ever was I nurtured.
I think my mother was the type
that wanted a child and when she
had them and the cuteness wore
off, then it was like a toy
you'd get tired of.
I used to go to the movies...
For having people around me,
because, in my family, I was
such a loner, I was ignored.
I was just there.
So, at least, in a movie, even
though I didn't like the
picture, there were people
around me, and I felt loved.
So, did you have close friends?
No.
I do not make friends easily.
I don't expose myself... give
them a chance to hurt me.
Nobody gets that chance, because
I don't get that close to them.
You want the truth?
Yeah, I want the truth.
I don't feel anything.
I'm not impressed by what we're
doing.
Have you ever been in love?
No, I have never been in
love, and I have never known
what it is to love somebody.
And do you think that was
taken away from you by what
happened at the MGM party?
Oh, I think that was taken
away from me because I believe,
no matter how much I feel
towards a man, I still don't
trust.
Doing extra work in the movies
was not a thrill for me.
It meant nothing.
I was quite popular with dance
directors because I was a very
quick learner.
Once I would learn the step, I
could help teach the other dancers.
And how old were you when you
started doing that?
I'd say around 14, 15.
These are underage girls.
They were not 21.
Under the law, they're kids.
A lot of young girls were
chorus girls and dancers, and
the dancers were fair game.
There were more young women
brought in during the musical
period who were really, really
vulnerable.
These girls... and that's
what most of them were...
Underage girls... would work
half naked among all-male crews.
And in those days, a girl who
had rhythm, who knew how to move
her body, was considered
sexually aware and thus sexually
available.
And you're always kind of
being pursued on the set.
That's why I hated the set,
because you were so vulnerable
and there were a lot of
obscenities.
They were fair game.
It was just open season all the time.
As far as sex was concerned,
that was never explained to me.
We never talked about sex.
It was never brought up.
It was never, ever brought up.
My mother was too busy, I guess,
getting married.
She seemed to be very adept at
it.
That's it, get them up, get
them up, get them up.
Good. Rest.
Fine. That's fine.
That's fine.
All the girls who worked as
dancers in Hollywood... all they
did was work in these numbers,
these extravaganzas that were
full of fantasy and music and
dance and, hence, romance.
The idea that everything was
about romance is a wonderful,
romantic notion, but what
happens when someone eyes you
and romance isn't on his mind?
Your mother hasn't told you a
thing.
All she's told you is, "dance,
find romance.
If he proposes, say yes."
But what if he propositions?
What if he doesn't propose?
And there's a big difference.
Or what if he doesn't even
proposition?
What if he just takes you and
grabs you and drags you out to a car?
And that happens, and that's
what this story is about.
This is The Story of someone
that that happened to.
I never thought of being an
actress or being a star.
And did you like to dance?
Yeah, I liked to dance.
I loved to dance.
We had these 3- or 4-hour
phone conversations, and her TV
is always on in the background.
And I asked her once, "what are
you watching?"
And she said, "mtv.
I love to see these kids dance."
And I said, "what kind of a
dancer were you?"
And without missing a beat, she
said, "I moved just like jlo."
She moved just like jlo, but
after 1937, Patricia Douglas
never danced again.
I was shocked by the
hypocrisy of stars that
everybody believed in.
Example... Loretta Young, when
she had the baby by Clark Gable,
said she adopted it.
As the baby matured and got
older, it was the spitting image of her.
There's no way she could deny
it, and she denied it till her
deathbed to that poor girl that
she wasn't her mother.
Loretta Young gets pregnant by Clark Gable.
He's married, she's a staunch
catholic, so when rumors start
flying, she stages a press
conference in her bedroom.
Even though she's eight months
pregnant, she swears it's just a
stomach ailment.
And when a baby girl is born,
she deposits it in an orphanage,
waits 18 months, then announces
she's adopting a little girl...
Her little girl, which everyone
in Hollywood knew, but no one
dared to say aloud.
I couldn't understand why
Patricia fixated on this story
until I went through the
newspapers from 1937.
And while she's on all the front
pages, buried inside is
Loretta Young's adoption announcement.
So while a rape victim's
crucified in the press, a movie
star gets totally protected.
My name is Judy Lewis, and
I'm the daughter of
Loretta Young and Clark Gable.
My mother said she adopted me.
And, of course, she didn't adopt
me, because I was her natural daughter.
She wasn't fooling anybody, really.
Hollywood knew the true story.
I was the only one who didn't.
When I was a little girl, I
always had a feeling that there
was something not quite right about me...
Because I was born with my
father's enormous ears.
And they were enormous.
They stuck straight out.
And my mother had me in bonnets
all the time.
I couldn't go outside in public
without wearing these bonnets,
and I hated them.
So, when I was 7, I had my ears
operated on, and I had them
pinned back, so I no longer have
my father's dumbo ears.
I went to an all-girls high
school.
I had a friend in class with me,
and she said, "Judy, how come
you look like your mother when
you're adopted?"
She says, "I'm adopted, and I
don't look like my mother."
So, of course, I went home, and
I said, "mom, how come I look
like you when I'm adopted?"
And my mother... without a
second's breath, she said, "oh,
well, honey, we live in the same
house together, and you have my
mannerisms, and it's very
natural that you, you know," and
off it went.
And I learned about my true
parentage a week before I was married.
I called the priest who was
going to marry us, and I said to
him, "I've just heard the most
incredible story that
Clark Gable is my father, and
I'm going to confront my
mother."
and he said, "don't.
She won't tell you."
And I didn't.
When I finally confronted my
mother, years later, she threw
up.
She vomited.
She said, "oh, well, you're
just a walking mortal sin,"
which was a little shocking to
me at the time, needless to say.
My mother asked me to keep her
secret from my daughter.
So, she's asking me to carry a
lie and a secret down to the
third generation, which I
absolutely refused to do.
I've never lied to my daughter
about anything.
When I can say publicly, "I am
the daughter of Loretta Young
and Clark Gable," I'm whole.
I'm present.
I'm... I'm here, you know?
And it's been really wonderful.
It's a whole different life for me.
I'm getting away from it,
what I want to tell you.
You did talk about how
David Ross was pestering you all
night.
He wanted you to teach him the
shag.
Or was it trucking?
Trucking. That's what it was.
He kept asking me to teach
him how to truck.
That was the dance at the time.
Kept asking you to teach him how
to dance, you realized he
thought you were there to be his girl.
I don't think I realized it.
I don't know whether I was naive
or dumb.
Really, frankly, I don't think I
gave it any thought because I'm
not a suspicious nature.
Never entered my mind, anybody
would do me any harm.
Whether it was a setup or a
party or anything, I don't think
it ever entered my mind.
But he was all hands.
We'd call it "copping a feel,"
was the word that was used for
any excuse to brush up against
you, to put his arm all the way
around you or anywhere where he
could touch some part of you,
which was very disgusting.
"Slimy" is the only word I could
think of to describe the man's
looks.
I hate to compare him to a
pekingese, but that's about the best.
He had bulging eyes... very big,
bulging eyes... that almost
dominated his face.
David Ross was never served,
and, again, I find that hard to believe.
He's one of the luckiest guys in the world.
Never served with this, never
charged with this.
Now, he had to live with it, and
I don't know how he lived with
it, but at least he didn't go to
prison forever and he didn't
have to pay financial damages for doing it.
The only thing I can remember
is this David Ross' face.
Of course, it was in my
nightmare for many years.
I could not get him off my mind
and what he had done to me.
He took my innocence.
You can never get that back.
You were a virgin?
I don't like to bring it up.
But it's important for the
story, because you were talking
about he took your innocence.
He took it on every level.
You were a virgin.
Yep.
I don't want to talk anymore.
Aah!
These lovely girls...
Anything you want.
No!
Don't touch me!
Aah!
Aah!
Aah!
No! Keep away from me!
Let me out of here!
Don't look at me like that,
Mr. Powell.
You scare me.
Help!
Let go!
Don't!
Aah!
Get away from me!
Don't touch me!
The next thing I remember
is being in a small hospital...
One story... it's just a tiny
place... and being given a
douche.
And the way I remember that is
because they used cold water,
which is not very pleasant.
When she went to the
hospital, she wouldn't have had
a doctor cleanse her and then
attempt to do an examination...
A doctor whose entire business
was dependent on MGM... so the
fix looked in at the examination.
And, of course, at the time,
I didn't realize that that would
erase all evidence, because I
didn't know about things like
that.
I can't remember anything right
now.
Do you remember seeing
yourself on the front page?
I remember the headlines.
How did you feel about the headlines?
Humiliated.
I don't want to talk anymore.
Can I stop?
Absolutely.
He heard someone crying and
screaming in the bushes, and he
went, and they arranged for an
ambulance to come.
Clement soth was the parking
attendant who heard Patricia
screaming, then saw David Ross run away.
On the witness stand,
clement soth changed his
testimony, saying he didn't recognize Ross.
I tracked down clement soth's daughters.
At first, they said they knew nothing.
Then, 10 minutes later, they
called back with the truth.
Daddy testified at a trial,
doing MGM a favor, and what he
was to get in return was a
lifetime job at MGM.
He had to perjure himself, so
when you do that, that never
leaves you.
I mean, that's a big deal.
He had only disdain for most
of the stars of the time and
certainly for the heads of the studio.
I mean, Louis B. Mayer was just
no good as far as he was
concerned.
But he had a family that he
had to support.
Who's to say that any of us
wouldn't have done that?
I mean, we don't really know
what we would have done.
It's easy to say from hindsight.
But at the time, who knows?
Because one little testimony
is not gonna touch those big
studio people, it wouldn't have
changed anything.
They would have wiggled out.
There are so many women that
this has happened to.
It affects their whole life forever.
And so if we can help one woman,
then it would be a good thing to
do.
And that's why I decided to do
this.
Here we are at the gold coast
hotel in Las Vegas, and I am
supposed to meet
Patricia Douglas tonight.
Her apartment's right around the
corner, and that's why she
wanted me to stay here.
This means a lot to me, and,
um... I've waited a long time for
this.
It's 8:40 now, and she said, "do
not come over before 9:00."
I'm nervous.
If this goes well, it begins.
If it doesn't go well, it ends.
I'm just sitting here waiting
because I can't concentrate on
anything else.
She does not like a man who
wears jeans, so you don't see
any jeans on me tonight.
She also said her favorite look
on a gentleman is a vicuña coat,
and I had no idea what she was
talking about, and then I
remembered there was a scene in
"Sunset Boulevard" where
Gloria Swanson takes
William Holden shopping.
Now we need a topcoat.
Let me see what you have in camel's hair.
Here are some camel's hair.
But I'd like you just to feel
this.
It's vicuña.
Of course, it's a little more expensive.
The camel's hair will do.
The salesman sort of leans in
with a leer and says...
Well, as long as the lady's
paying for it, why not take the vicuña?
"Sunset Boulevard" was made
in 1950, so that look is about
50 years old.
I think she's actually listed in
the phone book.
She's listed in the phone book.
Just her first initial, "p," but
she's listed in the phone book.
I looked for her for so long,
and after all that... but you
would have had to have known her last name.
I'm rambling.
There's so much at stake.
There's so much... your first
meeting, it's like...
Hello?
She... panicked.
She couldn't do it.
She called me on the hotel phone.
I knew it was her because
everybody else... nobody knows
I'm here.
They'd call on my cell.
She wouldn't call on my cell
because it's a long-distance
call and she won't make a
long-distance call.
She can't afford it.
And she was really upset.
She felt terrible.
She just said, "I can't.
I'm so sorry. I can't."
I just kept saying, "it's okay.
It's okay. There's no rush."
And all I'm thinking is, "if you
go, this story goes with you."
But on the other hand, you're
thinking, "this poor woman.
Leave her alone, David.
Leave her alone.
Let her die with her secret."
But you think about what she was
like in 1937, and you think,
"well, that has to be characterological.
That's her personality.
That can't have changed."
Maybe this is a test on her part
to see if I'll give up and go
away, and when she sees that I
won't, maybe next time that'll
make a difference.
She still has a chance to find
vindication.
And as long as she has that
chance, then I'll be there.
What will I do now?
I-I don't know.
The coldest day of the year...
Temperature dropped 35 degrees
since I landed last night.
But I'm here 'cause I finally
found David Ross.
He had no siblings and no
children, and there's nobody
left who can even recall him.
This guy got away with rape,
went back to Chicago, kept his job at MGM.
I didn't tell her I was coming,
but I know she'll want every
detail because it really closes
the chapter.
Here he is, dead and buried.
And there's the proof.
You want me to look at you, David?
Okay.
My name is Patricia Douglas.
It's very difficult for me to
try to remember these things.
They've been buried so many
years... believe it or not, 65
years... and to try, when
they're buried so deep, to bring
them out...
Maybe it'll help young people
not to be trusting.
I don't know.
I hope so.
This is the part of Las Vegas
that you don't see, right in the
shadow of the strip.
This is Patricia's apartment.
She sleeps in her bedroom, wakes
up at 4:00 in the afternoon,
moves from her bedroom to her
couch, sits down on her couch,
turns on the television, watches
television until 4:00 in the
morning, gets up from the couch,
and then goes back into her
bedroom, and that's her life.
It isn't that I mind living
alone, because I'm a loner, as
you no doubt have known from my
story now that, uh...
I enjoy being alone.
Her favorite show is
"the sopranos," which I don't
think she realizes she probably
relates to because her own
experience at MGM and what they
did to her was almost like the
mafia swinging into action.
James gandolfini... such a
wonderful actor, such a compelling force.
She doesn't leave her
apartment, and the only time
she'll leave is for a doctor's appointment.
I'm very private.
I don't expose myself... give
them a chance to hurt me.
I'll never forget the first
time I went into that apartment.
I was so nervous.
He was so formal.
He was so sweet.
I remember I opened the door,
and the back of the couch faced
me.
I was so nasty to him.
And I saw this figure with
her back to me, sitting on the
couch.
I was so nasty to him...
'Cause he invaded my privacy
that I thought was so secure.
And she was just sitting
there, and I knocked on the
door, and she said, "come in."
She had this great, low,
gravelly voice.
So I hang up on him.
But he persisted, thank god.
And I walked around like
this, and I thought...
"What do I do? What do I do?"
And I just... I just...
Impulsively, I just sort of
threw my arms around her and
hugged her, and I said, "I'm
really glad to meet you," and I
think she was taken aback.
She went like this a little,
but... then she settled into it.
He courted me.
He sent me flowers.
Uh...
At first, she was so hard and
tough and shellacked, and then I
knew it was a veneer, but to get
inside of it and to see this
person bloom and so much love
inside of her that she was
afraid to give...
Bless your heart.
She ate terribly.
I mean, her diet... I don't even
know how to describe her diet.
She basically didn't eat, and
she always used to say, "how can
I be such a fat old broad and
never eat?"
He's got some bad faults.
He's bossy.
And he likes his own way.
And he's pretty adamant about
that... getting that... too.
But then so am I.
I go to kfc because she says
that's the best coleslaw she's
ever eaten.
She said, "you can't get better
coleslaw anywhere in the world
than at kfc."
So I said, "well, would you like
me to get you some?"
And she said, "oh, would you?"
And I said, "well, you know I
would."
I have my way, and I make him
think it's his.
You know, we women can do those
things.
I started to clean toilets,
and I said to her, "this gives
you an idea of how I feel about
you, that I'm sitting here
scrubbing your toilet."
If you'd seen how I fought him...
And look what I would have lost.
I guess I love her.
I mean, she's... she... when you
care about someone, you want to
do anything you can for them
that they want.
You'll never meet anybody like him ever.
I wish we could do his story.
All right, let's skip me.
No.
This is you. It's your show.
We're over now with me.
What's throwing the shadow here?
Don't worry.
You're not the cameraman.
You're the star.
Don't you worry.
Well, I mean, it's different.
Don't you worry.
She's got you lit.
It's not on me? Why not?
Oh, look... now she's
Marlene Dietrich.
The battle's not over, and
until I am vindicated publicly,
where everybody knows the true
story of what really happened...
I won't be.
The doors are open now, and the
gloves are off.
If I have to fight, I'll fight.
If you have to take me to court
in a wheelchair or on a
stretcher, I'll go.
I was called... by the studio.
Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer... oh,
oh, what a lion.
And I was told to report to
western costume company because
I would need a costume for the
film they were doing.
And that was the words that were
used... "This film they were
doing."
Snap into it, girls.
You're five minutes late now.
I didn't notice there weren't cameras.
I was trusting. I was dumb.
I'd never been around bad
people, so I didn't know one
when I saw one.
I've always... been fortunate
enough that I could trust
anybody.
But you couldn't trust this man.
Slime.
Pure slime.
He wanted me to teach him to dance.
I didn't want any part of him.
And we got back to the table,
and there was...
Pitchers... pitchers.
One of them had something bubbly
in it...
And the other one had a terrible
odor, and they said that was scotch...
In fact, we run out of scotch last night.
...and that the other one was
champagne.
Champagne, champagne, and more champagne!
The only way I'd ever seen
champagne was in a movie, where
they pop it and it foams all over.
And to see it in a regular
pitcher was such a comedown,
mentally, for the way I had it
pictured.
And they said, "do you want to
taste it?"
And I said, "no. No.
I don't drink."
And that other one that smelled
so awful... "Well, that's
scotch."
"Well, how can anybody drink
something that smells that bad?"
"Well, it's delicious.
Taste it."
"No, I don't want to taste it."
So, when I wouldn't drink, they
poured some champagne and some
scotch into a glass, and one of
them held my nose and the other
one poured the liquor all over
me and down my throat...
And almost the whole glass.
So, right away I had to go
outside to vomit, and I could
hardly walk.
I don't want to talk anymore.
I want to remember this because
I want everybody to know what it
feels like to be violated.
And then, in other ways, I don't
want them to know, 'cause it's a
horrible feeling.
No. Leave me alone.
And when Ross was... i'm
sorry.
I have to use the word
"attacking."
I cannot use the other word.
He'd said that...
He wanted to destroy me.
I don't know why he would want
to destroy me.
Oh, I'm getting cold chills.
Oh, god, I'm cold.
He was slapping me in the face...
To keep me awake...
'cause he wanted me to
cooperate, and I was fighting him.
I was screaming, "I have been attacked!
I have been attacked!"
And then someone... I think it
was the...
man in charge of the parking
lot... called to me.
They brought me home in an
ambulance, and I went to sleep,
and I didn't wake up until...
The next afternoon.
My eyes swelled up, and besides
that, I was extremely sore,
ladylike, in my extremities, is
the only way I can think of to say it.
And then my family... I don't
know why they didn't mention it.
The pictures in the paper were
never mentioned.
How did I feel? Was I sore?
Do I... is there anything I need
to make me feel... nothing.
A hug would have been nice, I
imagine, but I never got that.
It was never mentioned.
It never happened.
That's the only way I can figure
out.
The way my family handled it was
to ignore it.
It didn't happen.
I did want him punished.
I could not get him off my mind
because he took my innocence,
because I was a virgin, and he
left me...
With horrendous memories of my
first time.
And believe it or not, it
affected the rest of my life physically.
I was a frigid... woman, and I
never changed.
It was a packed courtroom.
This district attorney said to
the jury and the courtroom,
"look at her," and he said it
with such disgust.
"Look at her.
Who would want her?"
And it changed my entire life.
And I often wonder if that
man... if it ever bothered him
that he had done that to another
human being or if he realized
what he had done.
And then when you leave the
courtroom, reporters push you up
against David Ross, who's shown
up with Louis B. Mayer's
personal attorney to call your
charges "absurd and ridiculous."
Oh, it was so horrendous.
I believe I just gave up.
I didn't like my life, and I
wanted to get out of it.
And then you have a vague
memory of trying to jump out the
window.
I remember seeing a window at
the end of the corridor... we
were way up high... and running
towards it.
That's all I can remember.
I just wanted to get it over
with, whatever it took.
My own daughter, my
grandchildren have no idea.
They're gonna be astounded to
find out that I was in this...
"Scandal" 65 years ago.
But I'd like them to know it,
but only under the condition
that they knew...
That I really was a nice person.
I wasn't this dirty woman.
I wasn't an easy woman.
A rape victim is looked upon
as someone who brought it on
herself, and that is what makes
it so different from other
crimes, is the woman feels
dirty.
She feels cheap, trash.
I thought, "well, if I had a
child, I could give my love so
freely and it would be reciprocated.
There would be no judging me.
They wouldn't... they would
think I was wonderful no matter
who I was or what I looked like
or what I did or what I had done.
It would be mine."
When I was about 2, I had a
ruptured appendix, and I was in
the hospital a long time.
It was very upsetting
emotionally, and she didn't like
having that kind of emotion.
When I got out of the hospital,
she sent me to live with my
great-grandmother, and I don't
remember seeing her for years.
She slept all day, and then she
ate a big dinner and watched TV
and then stayed up all night long.
I didn't expect her to iron my
clothes or cook a meal or go to
my school or talk to my teachers
or... anything like that.
I don't know what she did.
I guess she was asleep.
I have a daughter that's...
Well, let's say we don't get
along.
She gets along with me for her
friends' sake, I think, so that
when they say, "my mother," then
she can be able to do it, too.
But otherwise, there's no
closeness there.
I always wondered why she
couldn't seem to leave the house
and she never had any friends.
Because I was so alone.
Did your mother ever talk to
you about sex?
Oh, no.
No.
As far as sex was concerned,
that was never explained to me.
I never had a mother-daughter
talk.
I never had that.
So I married a man and used the
expression "as a stud."
I had a beautiful daughter out of it.
He wasn't worthy...
And she's just like him.
She was stifled emotionally,
and then physically she stifled
herself.
My second husband... I think
I knew him no more than three
weeks, maybe two.
He had never been married, and
because of my low self-esteem,
he was a challenge.
I only lived with my mother
by herself, with a husband, a
stepfather, once, just for a
short amount of time.
It was when I was 9.
And then my last husband...
He married me when he wasn't
divorced and told me he was divorced.
He was kind of scary.
Because they wanted sex, and
the only way they could get it
was to marry me.
So they became bigamists.
Two of them became bigamists
just to be able to have sex.
He was mean.
He was... devious.
He'd do things...
Behind her back.
He'd take a bath with me, and I
was scared not to do what he said.
And... he wanted me to do things
to him, and...
You know, it was our little
secret, of course... you know,
that old deal.
But I just had a feeling that I
was almost being...
Put out as a sacrifice to keep
his interest in her, in being there.
So I never dated again, and I blew it.
I was about 35.
But you can never miss what
you've never had.
All I ever wanted, I remember
growing up, was to have a real family.
I mean, I've been the typical
mother, stay-at-home mom...
Brownies, girl scouts, room
mother... for my four kids.
Come on through.
You're a good girl.
This one sucked my thumb all the
way to the hospital after she
was born.
Their stalls are always open.
Doors are never shut.
I think they're happy horses.
I went to visit my mother one
time, to Las Vegas, and my
daughter was with me, and she
had mentioned in a telephone
conversation, "you don't know
me."
so, very innocently and very
calmly over dinner, I said, "so,
mom, tell me about yourself.
What was your childhood like?"
And, I mean, you could almost
see the hair on her neck go up.
She just started breathing heavy
and got all flustered and,
"what, are you interrogating
me?"
and then I said to my daughter
later, "does that give you any idea...
Of the way I grew up, my
childhood?"
She says, "that's just bizarre."
She took me to my first gay
bar when I was 19.
When I finally told her, she's
like, "oh, god!
Thank god one of you is!
Grandma always knew you were a
queen."
I don't want my grandchildren
to be embarrassed because they
don't know the real story.
They don't know anything.
Everything was a secret.
We never knew anything.
So, I'd like them to know the whole story.
No, that was what she told me.
Mom, you look gorgeous.
Bye. Love you.
Love you, too.
You were saying to this day
you can't watch a movie where
there's a rape.
It conjures up memories.
Five decades after
Patricia Douglas is raped,
"the accused" is released.
Here's a movie about a rape
victim who takes her case to
court and wins.
The wonderful thing about
this movie is that it forces you
to see the human ugliness in all of us.
One actress wins an Oscar.
The other actress goes public
with the fact that she has been raped.
I wouldn't allow the audience
to go to this film and say,
"well, this is just a movie.
This doesn't really happen."
No, I'm here to say that it does
happen and it really does happen
to people all over the world,
and I think it affected me
greatly and I think it will
continue to affect me the rest
of my life.
But I cannot watch...
Any movie where they show an
actual person being attacked,
and by that, I mean a physical attack...
Involving sex.
I cannot watch...
To this day.
And, like I said, it's been 65
years.
So, after the grand jury sets
David Ross free, you file a
federal rape case... apparently
the first one ever.
Then nothing happens.
Why did this landmark case go away?
I have no idea.
That is completely vague.
The way it ultimately ended,
to me, suggests that something
occurred... something that was
not right.
No, I went to the lawyer he told me.
I couldn't tell you the name.
William J.F. Brown.
My name is Kelly Brown.
My father went into his own
practice, criminal law, which he
thoroughly enjoyed, and did that
till his retirement.
This case was dismissed in
state court, was refiled in
federal court.
It sat for three years and was
dismissed by the court for lack
of prosecution.
He was very flamboyant in the
L.A. lifestyle and always smoked
a cigar.
In this instance, there's a
document dated February 8, 1940,
which references a February 5,
1940, case having been called
for the third time and no one
showed.
I would go downtown with him
a lot.
He'd like to take me to court.
Her lawyer did not show in
federal court on three
occasions.
But it was something that
kind of turned me off to the
law, I think, a little bit, that
it was just a lot of deals being
made, and, I think, more so in
those days.
The only reason you don't
show up at a trial call is if
you've settled the case and
you've got a settlement
agreement done, let's say, and
you don't care that the case is
gonna get dismissed because it's
been resolved.
But from what I understand,
there was no settlement, and so
if there was no settlement and
this case was pending in federal court...
They punked it.
It would be a little harder
to get away with those things in
our decades than it was then.
For the lawyer to have
dropped the ball and to have
allowed the case to be
dismissed... I mean, I think
that is malpractice.
The lawyer's behavior is
deplorable.
The lawyer should be arrested.
My understanding is that this
lawyer that represented her
ultimately ran for the district
attorney of L.A. county.
He ran for district attorney.
And I don't think you win an
election in the 1930s for the
district attorney of L.A. county
without the support of MGM, the
biggest employer in L.A. county.
It almost seems like MGM had
a lock... a lock on the
community.
The movie industry was huge
in those days, and...
You know, they were in bed with
a lot of the city officials.
In both the state case and
the federal case, the first
order of business was the
appointment of a guardian ad
litem... her mother.
So, Mildred Mitchell essentially
controlled the litigation and
made decisions in the
litigation.
Not only did her mother have
a legal obligation to pursue the
claim for her as the guardian,
as her mother, but you would
think she would also have a
moral obligation.
This is your kid.
This is your daughter.
She was raped.
The mother...
Pulled the plug.
And her mother sold her out.
Patricia Douglas took a risk,
and she really, especially in
that day and age, stepped up to
get this out there, to stop it
from happening to other people,
to vindicate her rights, and to
have her mother and her
lawyer... to have it unfold the
way it unfolded is a miscarriage
of justice.
It's hard to even think of a
sort of David and Goliath story
more than this one, except for
in the end, David didn't win
this.
Patricia Douglas didn't win this
case in the end.
MGM successfully did.
They had the D.A.
they had the newspaper.
They had the one witness who
could corroborate... suddenly he
can't remember what he said at
first, and suddenly he's given
this great job at MGM forever.
They had the doctor, they had
the hospital, they had her lawyer.
MGM even had her own mother.
The fix was in.
Mildred Mitchell used her
hush money to buy a liquor
store, horses, furs, and a
younger husband who abandoned
her and took it all with him.
He walked out with everything
my grandmother had and left her
way in debt.
Except for her three brief
marriages, Patricia Douglas
lived her entire adult life with
her mother.
She swore she had no idea about
Mildred Mitchell's betrayal, but
I sensed on some level she'd
always known the truth and was
punishing both her mother and herself.
I never understood it.
It was like a symbiotic
love-hate thing.
She couldn't leave her mother,
but she was mean and angry at
her all the time.
My mother said one time, about
10, 15 years ago, "you just
don't know what's gone on."
And I said, "well, don't you
think whatever it was, it's time
to let it go?"
I said, "my god, you're 75 years old.
She's 95. Let it go."
"Oh, well, you just don't know."
There's no question
Mildred Mitchell felt guilty.
She went from totally neglecting
her daughter to waiting on her
hand and foot.
She was always acting like
she had to take care of the
baby, making special meals.
I mean, she did everything.
And my mother was just nasty to
her.
We didn't get real close till
she got helpless and I took care of her.
Then I felt needed.
I'd say the last 10 years of her
life is the only time I could
say I really loved my mother.
I haven't told this to anybody.
And do you feel vindicated
now?
No.
What will it take to make you
feel vindicated?
What will it take to make me
feel vindicated?
I want it in black and white.
66 years after first seeking
justice, Patricia Douglas
agreed to come forward once
again with her story.
Vanity Fair magazine called
me and assigned me to photograph
Patricia Douglas for their Hollywood issue.
She was a bit overwhelmed.
I showed up with three photo
assistants and somebody to do
her hair and makeup, and she
avoided direct eye contact.
She was definitely in this kind
of cave situation, and, like
when you enter the cave of some
kind of caged animal, she was
very protective of her space.
Patricia sat in the same place
on the same couch every day.
That was kind of her throne.
You see her medications and you
see her calendar, which she's
filled in with all kinds of
notes about talking to David and
all these kind of personal items
that are kind of her lifeline to
the real world.
I read the article.
I called her, and I said, "I am
so proud of you.
I cannot believe the strength
and courage that you have and
that you had to do that and to
follow through like that.
I am so proud of you.
It was just amazing."
And I said, "I don't know why
you ever would not have told me
and shared that with me."
I said, "I just... I am just
really proud of you."
And I got nothing but silence.
I mean, she wasn't even gonna
respond to that.
And...
She never did talk about it to me.
I was thinking that I'm almost 85...
And I really should...
Start thinking about dying.
I called the hospital, and I
said, "I understand my mother is
in the hospital."
And they said, "yes, she's been
here for several weeks."
And I said, "I had no idea."
And I said, "how is she doing?"
And they said, "she's not doing
well."
and I said, "do you think I
should come?"
She says, "yeah, you better
hurry."
how could I help but do good
if I exposed what they did and
that I changed it in my own
little way...
That I'm part of that?
I'd like to be proud.
And now I'm near to tears.
And I talked to her, and I
said, "I'm here," and...
I don't know if she wouldn't or
couldn't talk to me, but she
didn't look at me.
She didn't say anything.
And so I guess I wanted to think
she couldn't.
So I just told her, you know,
"go toward the light and go be
with your mother."
Patricia Douglas died later
that night.
She was 86 years old.
It was her wishes to be cremated.
We said, "we want her cremated."
"Do you want to buy this urn or
that urn?"
I said, "I don't want to buy an
urn.
I don't want these ashes.
My mother is gone.
She is not here."
It's like, "what do you want to
do with this car after you've
junked it?"
And I said, "just a cardboard
box," so he showed me a
cardboard box for $25, and I
said, "that's ridiculous."
I said, "I can go to the grocery
store and get a cardboard box.
These are ashes we're talking
about."
and, I mean, they just were
appalled.
I called the New York Times
to let them know she was gone,
and they refused to run an
obituary.
Here's the e-mail they sent me.
"David, we did not run a
Patricia Douglas obituary.
Her story is compelling, and you told it.
For an obituary, we need
something more... a significant
legal ruling that grew out of
her case, a news pick of some
sort.
She was a wronged woman who
never got her day in court and
vanished from the scene until
you found her.
That story is not an obituary."
Nobody knew who
Patricia Douglas was because
everyone did everything he or
she possibly could to make sure
we didn't know who Patricia Douglas was.
There's a huge part of me that
doesn't see her as a tragic
victim but as a hero.
She had guts. She was tough.
She was willing to fight.
She was a kid, but she was
willing to still take on the establishment.
That's my vindication...
Is the truth.
The truth always wins.
It comes out no matter what, no
matter what you do or how many
years go by or how you lie or be
lied against.
The truth's gonna out.
And I guess that's my vindication.
Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.