The Last of Robin Hood

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The world is reeling.

Errol Flynn, movie star, matinee idol,

notorious ladies' man,

is dead at the age of 50.

The hero of a generation,

equally known for his swashbuckling

in public and in private.

He died true to form, in the arms

of a much younger girlfriend.

Now, all of America is asking,

"Who is the girl?"

Just got a few questions out here.

Just a couple questions.

All right,

first let's all just move back

and give Miss Aadland some room,

would you, please?

- Miss Aadland!

- Miss Aadland! There she is!

Is it true that Errol Flynn

died in your arms?

- What were his last words?

- How long had you known him?

Miss Aadland,

are you going to the funeral?

Miss Aadland, did Flynn leave you

anything in his will?

Miss Aadland!

- Beverly!

- How old are you?

- Bev!

- Are you going to the funeral?

Beverly.

Miss Aadland, what were

you doing in Vancouver?

Don't push! Don't push!

- She's gonna faint.

- Beverly!

Please, just get back!

Hey!

Beverly!

What was your relationship...

The girl fainted.

Yeah, it's a pretty crazy scene

over here.

Hey, let me call you back later.

Excuse me, ma'am.

- Are you the mother?

- Yes.

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

I was wondering if you could just...

- A few questions about your daughter?

- I'm in a hurry. I...

Is it true that she was mentioned

in the will?

Well, he wanted to make sure

she was very well looked after.

Well, do you think she's pregnant?

- Pregnant?

- We just saw her faint.

We're talking a big age difference here,

do you think that they were in love?

Oh, head over heels in love, yes.

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

I couldn't have done anything to stop it,

even if I wanted to. It was all predestined.

Mrs. Aadland, look this way.

Here, take this. And dab your eye.

- Looks great. Thanks.

- Do you need another one?

- Baby, are you close?

- Going as fast as I can.

- Let me see.

- Hold on.

I thought we agreed on the bolero dress,

the Paula Lynn.

What's wrong with this?

Nothing. It's adorable, but it

makes you look too young. Trust me.

Now, this is much better.

- They're here already.

- All right, Herb.

Here you go.

I've canceled your dance class

for the next three weeks.

But you can still make the acting class

as long as you don't go over time.

- Do I have to?

- Yes, you do.

I said I'd go bowling

with some of the gang.

Well, never mind about that.

You know, Mrs. Morgan is so excited.

She couldn't believe when I told her

that you were in a movie with Gene Kelly.

- I'm only in the chorus line.

- I know, but that's just for now.

I mean, what's that Natalie Wood

girl have, that you don't have?

- Cab's waiting.

- All right, Herb.

- Now, remember your manners...

- But don't fade into the woodwork.

That's my girl. Beautiful.

- Bye bye.

- Bye, sweetie.

Excuse me,

may I talk to you for a moment?

Sure.

- How do you do?

- Very well, thank you.

I'm Orry Kelly, doing costumes on Too Much,

Too Soon over on stage eight,

and there's a certain someone over there,

who would very much like to meet you.

- Who?

- Errol Flynn.

You know who he is, don't you?

Sure.

Robin Hood.

- Are you decent?

- Never, come in.

Hello, there. I'm Errol Flynn,

and who might you be?

I'm Beverly Aadland.

Pleased to meet you.

Pleased to meet you.

And what exactly do you do, Miss Aadland?

Actor, singer, dancer.

Really? All three, that's extraordinary.

Triple threat, yes.

I envy you, I never could dance myself.

- Or sing.

- Or act.

How long have you been

in this profession, Miss Aadland?

Forever, pretty much.

- A seasoned professional.

- I guess.

- I'd better be going.

- What? No, no, no, no. Stay, Orry. Stay.

Isn't she an exquisite creature?

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

Yes. Yes, Errol. Perfect.

Aadland residence.

- Hi, Mom.

- Hi.

I can't make acting class tonight.

I have an audition.

- What kind of an audition?

- It's for a play.

"Master of" something.

It's with Errol Flynn.

- Who?

- Errol Flynn.

- Don't be nervous, just be yourself.

- Okay.

- And don't smoke in front of him.

- Okay, Mom.

- Be a good listener.

- Okay, okay.

- Okay.

- Bye.

Bye.

- Would you care for one?

- No, thanks.

You'll get a kick out of this lodge

where we're going. It's a...

It belongs to Huntington Hartford,

he's the producer of the play.

Yes, my wife and I are separated.

And he took pity

on this homeless vagabond.

I'll be sad to leave it.

Every good, true vigorous feeling I have,

gathers impulsively around him.

I know, I must conceal my sentiments.

I must smother hope. I must remember

that he cannot care much for me.

I must repeat continually,

that we are forever sun... sunder...

- Sundered!

- Sundered.

- Sundered.

- Very good.

Very good, indeed.

Do you like that speech?

Well...

I think it's kind of corny.

It is, isn't it?

Come on. There must have been

something that made you feel suspicious.

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

I'm gonna wring his rotten red neck.

- Yeah, maybe you are wringing it.

- I'll get it.

I'm a first class

United States American, see?

Don't even hint I got...

- Aadland residence.

- Hi, Mom.

- How's it going?

- Everything's fine, we're having dinner.

Dinner? Well, then the audition

must have gone very well.

Yeah, I guess.

It's just the two of you,

he's not getting any funny ideas, is he?

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