The Last of Robin Hood Page #6

No, no.

Look, maybe they could

give you something.

Just hold me. Just hold me.

I'm dying, Woodsey.

No, you're not.

I am.

I feel it.

- I feel it.

- You are not.

I am the...

most selfish man in the world.

Don't be silly.

All my life, I've done

what the hell I wanted.

And to hell with the consequences.

I'm dragging you down with me.

- What have I done to you?

- Errol, stop.

This is crazy. Just rest.

You'll be okay.

You'll be okay.

Good morning, Woodsey.

Morning.

Do me a favor, would you, darling?

Bring me that flask.

I think you should drink water.

Water is just for swimming in,

I've told you that.

Are you gonna be okay?

Yes, I actually think the worst is over.

For this round.

- You need to rest for a few days.

- Yes, ma'am.

I want you to get me

a clean sheet of paper.

I want you to write

something down for me.

What?

- Just do it, would you?

- Not until you tell me.

Just in case anything happens,

I want to make things right with you.

To make an amendment

to my will, that's all.

What are you talking about?

You're gonna be fine.

Just do it.

- There's some notepaper.

- Good enough.

I, Errol Thomson Flynn,

being of sound mind and body...

am hereby dictating

my last will and testament.

When they came back from Cuba,

it was time to throw a party.

Beverly's 17th birthday was coming up,

so Errol splashed out.

He hired a band and invited

some of his Hollywood crowd.

All of Beverly's high school

friends turned up.

And I think they were amazed to see

what a star she had become.

Go, Daniel.

Darling, that was beautiful.

Oh, God.

Everyone.

Ladies and gentlemen, friends...

new friends, old friends,

I have a formal announcement I'd like

to make concerning our birthday girl.

I want the world to take note

that Miss Beverly Aadland, a lovely girl,

somewhere between

the ages of five and 50...

will soon become

the fourth and final Mrs. Flynn.

Happy birthday, happy, happy birthday

Happy birthday

Happy, darling?

We did it, baby. We did it.

And I hope

that all your dreams come true

Happy birthday, happy, happy birthday

Happy birthday

Happy birthday to you

- There you are. Enjoy.

- Oh, thank you.

Congratulations, Florence.

- Oh, Madge, thank you for coming.

- Such a swell night.

- I had so much fun.

- Oh, good.

Beverly looks so beautiful.

I know, she's gonna

make a beautiful bride.

You never told me. How did she

ever meet Errol in the first place?

Well, I think it was fate.

You see, she was passing

for 18 at the studio,

so I couldn't really tag along.

Mama couldn't just tag along, you know.

So, I wasn't there when they got together.

But she told me everything.

- Beverly?

- Oh, are you leaving?

Yes, yeah.

She was a virgin and he made

love to her on the first night.

And he was so crazy for her

that he tore her dress.

Yes, it was a $75 bolero Paula Lynn.

Can you imagine, but, you know,

what was she gonna do?

- It's Errol Flynn.

- My God.

Baby!

- You remember Madge from the nail salon.

- What are you doing?

What do you... Oh, it's okay. It's okay.

Madge is good people

and she's been following your career.

- It's private.

- Don't you talk to me that way.

I'll see you ladies later.

Why do you keep telling everyone?

It's none of their business.

- I know who I can trust and who I can't.

- No, you don't.

Yes, I do and look,

just because you're engaged to Errol,

doesn't mean that you own him lock,

stock and barrel. He's my friend, too.

- He's my fianc, not yours, Mom.

- Obviously.

So stay out of it.

Just how far do you think you would have

gotten with this thing if it weren't for me?

- What thing?

- The thing. You and Errol.

Do you know how much I sacrificed

so that you two could be together?

- How much I've...

- It has nothing to do with you. Nothing!

- I lost my home, my marriage. My husband...

- You did it all for yourself.

- I did it for you!

- Leave us alone.

You come back here!

Come back here. You...

What? What are you looking at?

You too.

Mind your own business.

You know, Florence, I was wondering.

I really wanna interview Beverly.

I don't think so.

Maybe she could shed

some new light on some of the...

Beverly doesn't know about the book.

And I don't want to involve her in this.

Well, I'd handle it very gently.

When the time is right, I will tell her.

Not before then.

Okay.

- That's how you feel?

- That's how I feel.

So,

where were we?

The final chapter.

Errol, he wasn't making the kind of money

that he did in his glory days.

And in order to settle his divorce,

he needed some ready cash.

So, even though the Zaca

meant the world to him,

he went up to Vancouver

to sell his yacht.

That shows how much

he loved Bev. Right there.

I'm already getting enquiries.

A treasure hunting expedition

in the Caribbean,

searching for Spanish gold.

Errol Flynn at the helm.

That's a nice idea, sport, but...

need a bit of time to think it over.

Okay.

Well...

- We best be going to the airport.

- Fine. I can drive you there myself.

- Are you sure, sport?

- Are you kidding me? It would be an honor.

What's the matter?

My back.

- Oh, it's killing me.

- I can call a doctor.

No, no, no. I'll be all right.

I'll be all right. Yeah, it's getting better.

Yeah. And I've got medicine in my bag.

I could use a nice stiff drink though,

if you'd be so kind.

- It's in my legs.

- I have an old friend who's a doctor.

- His house is on the way.

- No, no, no. I'll be fine, really.

We need to take him to the doctor's.

- Hello.

- Hey, doc. It's George. Are you busy?

I have someone with me

who needs looking at.

- Is it urgent?

- I don't know. It might be.

And get this, it's Errol Flynn.

Okay. Bring him straight away.

You're not gonna believe this.

- Great to meet you, Errol.

- Pleasure, doctor.

And this is Beverly Aadland,

my small companion.

I told Cynthia

not to call anyone, but...

Shall we go into the den

so I can take a look at you?

Later, later, old sport.

Hello, everyone.

You all remember who John Barrymore was?

One of the greatest actors

of his generation, right?

- Of course.

- Yeah.

Well, he just died.

Been a tremendous friend of mine,

and of the director, Raoul Walsh's.

And well, while I was out

drowning my sorrow in vodka,

Raoul hightailed it over

to the mortuary.

And he's told the mortician that

Mr. Barrymore's crippled aunt

wanted to view the body.

He slipped the cat 200 smackers,

smuggled the corpus delicti

to my very own home,

where they deposited him

in my favorite armchair.

Well, I got back two hours later.

I was drunk.

Sad drunk.

I opened the door,

flicked on the lights.

And staring right at me,

was John Barrymore.

His eyes were cold.

His expression was...

He was bloodless, gray, bloated.

I let out a gasp. I ran out the door.

I was about to climb into my car and

tear down the hill, when I heard voices.

There on the porch

was Raoul and his cronies,

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