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Show father substitutes. Long after she divorced Arthur Miller, she insisted upon maintaining her fiiendship with his father, Isidore Miller, whom she had come to love and trust. To her he represented family stability. She felt much the same way about Dr. Creenson. She made him her father, and in a way his family wife Hildy, son Danny, daughter Joannie her family. At a time when practically no psychiatrist of repute in Los Angeles would treat her by then she had acquired a history of suicide attempts and none of them wanted her name on their rolls Creenson not only accepted her, he permitted her to use him, his home and his family to compensate for the emotional deprivation of her childhood, most of which had been spent in foster homes. Over a period of time he managed her withdrawal from pills, got her into a frame of mind where she could function, assigned her an able companion-housekeepnamed Eunice Murray Unfortunately, in 1962 Marilyn had side and peek in through the drapes and let me know if you can see her." "I can see her form lying there," Eunice Murray said. "There's no move- - ment." "Call co-sta- r, Engel-ber- g, an internist in Beverly Hills. She appeared on the sound stages infrequently while studio executives grew increasingly angry over her delays, the state of her health and her various alibis. When she flew to New York over the weekend of May 18th to sing "Happy Birthday" to President Kennedy at a Madison Square Carden birthday celebration, they were livid with anger. Eventually, Peter Levathes, an agent then head of the studio, fired her from the picture and announced that 20th Century-Fo- x would sue her and her corporation for at least $500,000. ex-F- Return to barbiturates After that, it was all the way down for Marilyn. She returned to her barbiturates. They afforded her some sleep at night but destroyed her health. She phoned the men friends she knew, among them Frank Sinatra and the late Robert Kennedy whom she had met Peter through his then brother-in-laLawford. Rejected, she sought support and reassurance from whom and wherever she could find it. Robert Kennedy was a strong man, a reliable man, like Joe DiMaggio "The Slugger" she had once been married to. She asked Kennedy's advice. Marilyn and Robert Kennedy had met at a Peter Lawford dinner at Lawford's Santa Monica beach house. Kennedy had been seated between Marilyn and 6 Engelberg right away," ly to Marilyn's house, only 10 minutes at the most away from his. He rapped on her closed bedroom door. No reply. He grabbed a poker from the fireplace, strode outside to her window. The drapes were not completely drawn. He could see her lying naked on her back, her hand on the phone. He smashed the window and climbed in. No pulse, no breathing "I could see that she was already dead. There was a marked discoloration on the body. She must have been dead for quite a while. didn't turn her body, but took her pulse. No pulse. I The early Marilyn was a frolicsome cheesecake model of the late 1940's (left). Later, she became established as the nation's sex symbol, a role she played both on screen, as in the 1960 film "Let's Make Love" (right), and off. er another film commitment to comSomething's plete at 20th Century-Fox- , Cot to Give, for which she chose as her Dean Martin. The production was scheduled to start in April, but Marilyn came down with a virus infection. She was treated by Dr. Hy Dr. Creenson ordered. "Here's his number. Im coming right over." Creenson donned a pair of pants and a shirt, put on slippers and drove quick- the course of the dinner, Marilyn took out a small note Kim Novak. During pad on which she had written some questions concerning civil rights. She asked Attorney General Kennedy for answers. She wanted him to know that she was no fluffy, empty-heade- d blonde, that she had a brain. She did not tell him, of course, that the questions were not her own, that they had been given to her earlier that day by Dr. Greenson's son Dan. Strictly platonic Whatever her initial device, their friendship grew, but there is no evidence to suggest that it was anything but platonic. The late Robert Kennedy was no swinger. Thus, to even suggest that Marilyn was murdered because of her friendship with Kennedy is ludicrous. She died because she took too many sleeping pills. When Dr. Creenson called on Marilyn during the afternoon of Aug. 4th, he saw no Nembutals. He found Marilyn despondent, however. She had quarreled with her press agent, Pat Newcomb, and Creenson suggested that she get Mrs. Murray to drive her down to the beach. He also suggested that she drink a large Coke fo help her clear her head. He remained with her for 2V2 hours, then left, telling her he had a dinner engagement, but that she could reach hirn by phone. He then drove home to shave and dress for his dinner at the Arnold Alberts free-wheeli- "That's great," Dr. Creenson replied. "What rre you going to do tonight, Marilyn?" "I don't know," Marilyn answered. "Maybe I'll take a drive to the beach. I don't know." "Dca't forget to drink a large Coke," Creenson cautioned. "And if you need me, you know where I'm going to be. Mrs. Murray has my number. If anything happens you know where to get in touch with me." That was the last conversation Green-so- n had with Marilyn Monroe. It was Saturday, Aug. 4th, 7:30 p.m. After dinner at the Alberts, Dr. Creenson returned to his home in Brentwood around midnight. He called his exchange and was told no one had phoned. He was tempted to phone Marilyn but didn't want to wake her. He went to sleep. At 3 a.m. his phone rang. It was Mrs. Murray, Marilyn's companion-housekeep"I'm terribly upset," she began. "Marilyn's light is on. I can see it under the door, but I'm afraid to knock on the door." Greenson said, "My Cod, don't be afraid. Knock on the door." Eunice Murray knocked on the door, quickly returned to the phone. "There's no answer." "All right," said Creenson. Co out- er 'I have good news' While he was shaving, Marilyn rang up. "I have some good news," she said. "I just had a talk with Joe Jr. (Joe son) and he's broken up with that girl I never did like, and I feel real good." I No breathing. No nothing. She . . ." was dead. And waited. I In five minutes Dr. Engelberg arrived. He pronounced Marilyn dead. "O K.," Dr. Greenson said, "I'll call the police." "I want to report," he said, "the death of a person, a sudden'and unexplained death." In a short while the police came. They talked first to Dr. Hyman Engelberg. He told them he had prescribed 25 Nembutal tablets for Marilyn the previous day or the day before. Now the pills were gone. Quickly the unexplained death became explicable. To believe that Marilyn Monroe was murdered is preposterous. Were it not for the climate of Watergate, nn one would dare advance that theory. Watergate, however, with its stupid, evil, malevolent men, its secret agents, its accouterment of enemy lists, telephone bugs, White House plumbers Watergate arouses the suspicions of even the most trusting men who now believe possible even the most patently impo- all ssible. Too many ifs For Marilyn Monroe to have been murdered, someone would have had to enter her house. He would have had to drug or knock out Eunice Murray and then to have forced the sleeping tablets down Marilyn's mouth or threatened her into taking them. And if someone did murder Marilyn Monroe, what was his motive? Suppose she was having affairs with the entire cabinet in Wash-- ; seington, how did that threaten the curity of the nation? Dr. Engelberg agrees the Marilyr Monroe murder theory is utterly ab surd, and like Marilyn's other doctor Ralph Greenson, is convinced that si long as they have a chance to make dollar, publishers won't let Marilyn re in peace. ; At the simple crypt, flowers are still sent daily by former husband DiMaggio. PARADE AUGUST 5, IS I |