They remove her clothing and provide her with a hospital robe instead. Subsequently, they confine her in a cushioned chamber, securely locking and sealing the entrance from the outside.
By herself, Marilyn Monroe begins to tremble with fear. Despite being Hollywood’s most glamorous actress, she has always been haunted by the specter of mental illness that plagued her mother. Could this terror now be her destiny? Overwhelmed, she frantically bangs on the cold metal door with her bare hands, leaving them raw and bleeding from the force of her desperation.
However, there’s no sign of visitors, nor any responses. She roams about her confined space as if trapped, tugging at her well-known golden locks.
In a moment of uncharacteristic behavior, inspired by a role from a past film, she seizes the solitary chair and forcefully throws it against the door multiple times until the window breaks. The staff are alarmed and quickly arrive, armed with a straitjacket. Upon restraining her, four male nurses carefully lift her and transfer her to a more secure location on the ninth floor, where she is administered sedatives.
Simultaneously, the genuine identity of the individual admitted to the Payne Whitney Psychiatric Clinic in New York under the pseudonym Faye Miller for confidentiality reasons was becoming known among the staff at the hospital.
As an ardent admirer, I find myself among the ranks of medical professionals, lined up to catch a glimpse of the iconic Marilyn Monroe, confined within her cell. The sight that unfolds before me is extraordinary: she’s in a straitjacket, vocalizing with distressing cries, and rolling about on the floor in turmoil.
As an ardent admirer putting this in my own words, I find myself in a precarious situation, confined within the walls of a mental institution, a place I never imagined I’d end up. My devoted psychiatrist, Dr. Marianne Kris, has seen me 47 times in just a few months, and she’s grown increasingly concerned about my well-being. She believes I’m more than exhausted, with an unhealthy propensity for abusing powerful drugs, and that the tumultuous chaos of my emotional life has driven me to the brink of suicide.
In the shadows, I harbor a secret obsession, one that has set my heart racing: Jack Kennedy, the soon-to-be US President. I’ve been engaging in a clandestine relationship with him, a forbidden love that fuels my every breath and thought.
In due time, she gets permitted a single phone call and dials up her past spouse, the renowned baseball player, Joe DiMaggio.
He travels from Florida to New York, then goes to the clinic and threatens: “I need my wife back right now. If you don’t let her go, I’ll destroy this place, piece by piece.
The quaking staff release her.
Following some time spent recuperating after her ordeal, Marilyn makes her way back to Hollywood and settles into an apartment situated next to one that Frank Sinatra has been using as a hideaway since his split with Ava Gardner. Interestingly enough, both of them are now single following their respective divorces – Miller for Marilyn and Gardner for Sinatra. As old friends, they soon begin a casual romantic relationship.
The connection between them is completely secret, and there’s an exclusive show planned in Las Vegas for the unveiling of his new album. Photographers have been explicitly told not to capture images of Frank Sinatra and Marilyn Monroe together under any circumstances.
By midday, Marilyn had started sipping on champagne, and by the time Sinatra went up on stage, she was clearly intoxicated.
With a dress featuring intricate lace openings on the torso, she settled down beside Elizabeth Taylor and her new spouse, Eddie Fisher. As Marilyn moved nearer to the stage, she gracefully draped one arm over the ledge and looked admiringly at Frank.
A bystander commented: “From afar, she was quite stunning, ‘wow, she’s a stunner’. However, upon closer inspection, she didn’t appear to be in good health and gave off an odd or unstable vibe.
Several weeks on, she finds herself admitted once more to the hospital. Her body shows signs of malnourishment, her skin is parched, her hair remains unattended, and she exhibits indications of a gallbladder ailment. She’s then taken for surgery to excise the affected organ.
Despite the blemishless nature of her reputation, she is set to receive an award as World Film Favorite at the Golden Globes in Beverly Hills. As she styles her platinum hair and applies makeup, she hasn’t eaten all day, constantly reminding herself that she needs to stay slim for Frank.
He mentioned that he plans to drop by from his place next door to check out her new gown before she departs for the event, as it’s a surprise for her.
She softly murmurs, “Hello, love,” as he enters. He instructs her to shut her eyes, then retrieves a leather box from his dinner jacket. Upon opening it, she’s greeted with a sight not of the expected engagement ring, but instead, a stunning pair of emerald and diamond earrings that match her green gown. He gently attaches one to each of her ears.
She softly says, “Thank you,” after admiring his flowers. He responds, “Well, given the price tag of $35,000, I certainly hope they’re stunning.
In New York, Peter Lawford, a renowned actor and close associate of Frank Sinatra as well as Jack Kennedy’s brother-in-law, extends an invitation to Marilyn for a special dinner, honoring the newly elected President.
At 9 PM, she was over an hour behind schedule and not yet prepared. One of Lawford’s assistants had been standing by her door for nearly two hours, and in the end, he pushed open the door to implore her not to delay the President any longer.
He discovers Marilyn seated near her vanity, applying makeup. She extracts a sleek black beaded gown from its hanger. “Could you lend me a hand with this dress?” she queries. “A quick pull should do the trick!
The assistant recalls thinking: ‘I was observing a renowned global actress, completely bare, wearing only high-heeled shoes, as she carefully slipped a beaded gown over her head. It was such a snug fit that it took approximately ten minutes for me to help her pull it down over her derriere.’
At the gathering, the Secret Service escorts her inside, and, as another attendee noted, upon her entrance into the party space, everyone seemed to pause and gaze at her, almost as if by enchantment. Kennedy was part of the group. Excitedly, he greeted her, “At last! You’ve arrived.” They conversed and flirted throughout the evening until he leaned in to whisper something in her ear. Would she be interested in spending a weekend with him in Palm Springs?
Marilyn doesn’t answer right away. ‘Jackie [his wife] won’t be there,’ he adds. She accepts.
The weekend gathering is set to take place at Frank Sinatra’s estate in Palm Springs, where the singer is investing over half a million dollars for its renovation to accommodate the presidential visit. New additions include a helicopter landing pad, guest houses, and an impressive flagpole that will hoist the presidential banner. Surprisingly, there’s also a golden plaque in one of the bedrooms stating: “JFK slept here,” but historically, this isn’t accurate.
In the Department of Justice, Attorney General Robert Kennedy, President Kennedy’s brother, convenes an urgent discussion on the increasing spread of organized crime in the United States. It’s noted that it could be problematic for the president as he is linked to Sinatra, who in turn is connected to criminal elements such as gangsters, racketeers, and even the relative of notorious gangster Al Capone.
Bobby phones the President and mentions that the situation looks bad. He advises Jack to spend his weekend at Bing Crosby’s house, which is not far away.
Lawford has been asked to deliver unfortunate news to Sinatra. The displeased host becomes enraged. He curses Bobby, kicks Lawford out of the Rat Pack, then storms outside with a sledgehammer and destroys the helipad in his yard.
It was surprising that Sinatra’s injuries were both private and related to politics. One might wonder how the President could enjoy a weekend with Bing Crosby, given he was a member of the opposing Republican party.
Marilyn breaks things off with Sinatra, instead choosing to go to Crosby’s residence, accompanied by Lawford. To conceal her identity for the journey, she adopts a disguise as a fresh secretary in John F. Kennedy’s office, wearing a stylish black suit, a brunette wig, and glasses.
In my own words, I’d say: “I carry a notepad and a handful of sharpened pencils, ready to jot down insights at a moment’s notice. Upon arrival, I swap my formal attire for a flowing robe-like dress, creating an environment that is both casual and intimate. I find myself effortlessly intertwining arms with Kennedy, establishing a comfortable bond.
Following her weekend getaway in Palm Springs, the Secret Service grows increasingly vigilant regarding her growing curiosity about the President.
Kennedy confidently informs a companion that he considered Marilyn unsuitable as the First Lady, referring to her as not fitting the role. However, her fascination persists.
She calls the Kennedy family residence at Hyannis Port, Massachusetts, and manages to speak with Jackie. Without revealing herself, she simply mentions she’s trying to find “Jack.” In her private bedroom, Jackie discerns the voice of the woman who aspires to replace her. She’s aware that Marilyn Monroe might be struggling, so she maintains a casual tone in their conversation.
Marilyn, it seems you’re going to wed Jack, which is wonderful news. Then, you’d likely relocate to the White House and take on the duties as the First Lady. Meanwhile, I’d be leaving, and you’d be faced with all the challenges that come with it.
Jackie tells her sister: ‘Life’s too short to worry about Marilyn Monroe.’
Marilyn isn’t feeling great. A common cold progresses into a persistent sinus infection for her. The pain in her head is so intense that it makes it difficult for her to even open her eyes. One day, while taking a bath, she faints. Despite being scheduled for filming her new project, Something’s Got To Give, alongside Dean Martin and Cyd Charisse, she’s too sick to perform.
20th Century Fox appears to harbor suspicions. It’s more plausible to attribute Marilyn’s behavior to the recurring impact of alcohol and medication, rather than her official health condition. This assumption doesn’t seem unfounded given that she abruptly leaves the set and manages to fly to New York.
At Madison Square Garden, the Democratic Party is organizing a grand birthday tribute for the President. Some of America’s most renowned artists are scheduled to take the stage, with an audience of 15,000 people. The lineup includes Marilyn, Ella Fitzgerald, Peggy Lee, Harry Belafonte, and Maria Callas, as mentioned in the program.
The studio is furious over her plans to skip work for a social event, which they view as a potential contract violation. They send her an official warning letter, but it’s not accepted or opened by her.
As I strive to embody elegance and glamour, I’m collaborating closely with my costume designer to craft a breathtaking gown. The fabric, a delicate souffle in a hue identical to my skin, will serve as a canvas for thousands of intricately hand-sewn rhinestones, creating an enchanting illusion – a shimmering tapestry of stars adorning me.
In my expertise, when this item arrives at my doorstep, its delicacy is such that I can effortlessly cradle it in the gentle curve of a single hand. Its thinness is remarkable, almost ethereal, making it impractical for me to wear anything beneath it.
On May 19, 1962, at Madison Square Garden, President John F. Kennedy entered his private suite, prompting the host, Lawford, to commence the event. Close by were Bobby and Ethel Kennedy. Notably, the First Lady, Jackie, was absent. She was instead participating in a horse show, where she received a third-place ribbon for her horse Ninbrano.
Marilyn Monroe is supposed to appear after Harry Belafonte finishes singing “Michael Row the Boat Ashore,” but she misses her entrance. Peter Lawford cracks a joke over the microphone, saying, “Mr. President, this young lady isn’t just beautiful but always on time.” However, a spotlight reveals that the stage corner where she should be is empty. Laughing, he gives her another cue. “This woman who certainly doesn’t need an introduction,” he says, “here she comes!
The group produces a rhythmic drumbeat. Once more, the light shines brightly, illuminating an empty area. The crowd chuckles in response. Isn’t it just another aspect of the performance?
lawford is currently improvising but prepares for a closing statement. ‘Throughout the annals of entertainment, it’s hard to find someone as significant… as impactful… Mr. President, I’d like to pay tribute to the late Marilyn Monroe!’
With much fanfare, she lastly emerges, gracefully walking across the stage using dainty, geisha-esque movements, her exquisite gown partially hidden beneath a long, white ermine cloak at her waist.
With Lawford gently unwrapping her, a collective gasp fills the air. Neither Jack nor Bobby could tear their gaze away from her. Everyone seemed frozen, captivated. She playfully tapped the microphone with her finger and began to serenade ‘Happy biiiiiirthday to youuuu…’
The performance was subtly suggestive yet clever, carefully measured, and knowing, much like a well-practiced act. Indeed, as Time Magazine stated, she was unquestionably the highlight of the night.
At the after-show party, her dress continues to attract attention.
Distinguished diplomat Adlai Stevenson remarked, ‘She had on just her skin, and I failed to notice any accessories!’
After her hectic coast-to-coast journey to sing for the President left Marilyn feeling drained, she still managed to make an early morning call at 6:15am on the film set in Hollywood. A studio doctor evaluated her and allowed her to perform a solo scene, which the screenwriter labeled as ‘the midnight skinny dip’.
As Director George Cukor says “Action!”, Marilyn Monroe playfully swims in the pool, clad in a swimsuit of similar hue designed to resemble nakedness.
Initially, her bathing suit straps were noticeable on my shoulders. “That’s an easy fix,” Marilyn says from the pool. “I’ll just remove everything.” This isn’t an impromptu move. It’s a well-prepared action. My publicist has tipped off a photographer friend, Lawrence Schiller, who’s about to arrive on set for a Paris Match story shoot.
He’s been instructed to ensure his presence throughout the entirety of tomorrow since Marilyn will be filming a swimming scene, and, given her character, there’s a chance she may forget her costume!
Marilyn sets a single condition: “Larry, should I step out of the pool without any clothing on, I expect you to promise that no magazine cover featuring your photographs will contain an image of Elizabeth Taylor in the same issue.
Schiller chooses a lengthy lens as Marilyn proceeds through an assortment of poses. One leg is balanced precariously over the pool’s edge. She giggles and creates ripples with her splashes in the water. Later, she reclines on the pool deck, covered artfully with towels. Over the course of this session, he captures 13 rolls of film.
Word spreads through the studio that Marilyn Monroe is undressing on Stage 14, and security guards have been stationed at the doors to prevent Fox employees from peeking in. Marilyn seems unbothered by the hubbub. She’s ingested some stimulants and painkillers, so she feels nothing – not even the chill of the water. The shoot carries on for a full four hours.
Later on, she mentions: ‘I was wearing the swimsuit, but it hid too much and would have appeared odd in the film. The set was only accessible to the crew, and they were incredibly kind. I asked them to shut their eyes or face away, I believe they all complied.’
Marilyn carefully examines each photo herself, selecting those she prefers and discarding the rest using scissors. These photos are then sold to approximately 70 magazines from around the globe.
Hugh Hefner is offering $25,000 for a single photograph, which is more than any image has ever received from Playboy magazine in the past. Schiller expresses gratitude to Marilyn for providing him with his most lucrative opportunity yet in his career. In a humorous remark, he quips, ‘Look at what a picture like this can bring you?’
Marilyn laughs. ‘There isn’t anybody that looks like me without clothes on,’ she agrees.
However, deep down, she grapples with the persistent uncertainty that has long haunted her – the feeling that people perceive her primarily as a glamorous figure rather than a genuine actress of substance.
On his real birthday instead of the recognized one, her insecurity suffers a significant setback as her phone call wishing him well on his 45th birthday gets blocked when she tries to reach him at the White House.
It has been communicated that ‘Miss Green’, who was the name Marilyn used when phoning the President, is no longer to be connected. Moreover, Kennedy’s personal phone line has been terminated.
In the midst of her skinny-dipping photoshoot, Marilyn contracts an ear infection that requires penicillin. At home, she falls ill with a fever and shivering. It so happens that it’s her 36th birthday, and as usual, melancholic feelings of loneliness flood her mind on this occasion.
The phone calls for her, and as she picks it up, distant clicking sounds suggest a long-distance call. Her heart fills with anticipation when the operator links her to Hyannis Port. “Jack?” she asks, but it’s not the President; instead, it’s Lawford, once more tasked with the Kennedy family’s chores. Peter, they trust you can handle it, as JFK had told him.
Unequivocally and bluntly, Lawford communicates to Marilyn that she will not receive any further contact from Jack Kennedy. It was never a possibility for him to divorce his wife to marry her. Moreover, she would never have been the First Lady. To emphasize his point, he uses harsh language, saying, ‘You’re just another one of Jack’s lovers.’
Marilyn is extremely upset, yet she often finds comfort by self-medicating. As her housekeeper steps into her dimly lit bedroom, she discovers Marilyn swathed in a blanket.
Her face is pale from anxiety and moist with perspiration, typical indications of an overdose of the antidepressant, Dexamyl. “I can’t seem to fall asleep,” Marilyn is explaining instead.
In my perspective, I often feel overlooked, unappreciated, and misunderstood. It seems as though people only extend kindness towards me when they require something from me. At times, I struggle with feelings of emptiness and a lack of purpose in life.
Due to her health issues, Marilyn failed to appear on set yet again. Out of the 30 scheduled shooting days for Something’s Got To Give, she missed a total of 17 days. As a result, 20th Century Fox decided they had reached their limit and took her off the cast list.
Marilyn appears deeply upset, a companion notes: “This is the first time she’s ever been let go. It doesn’t make sense to her.
Approximately four weeks ago, her photograph graced the cover of numerous newspapers as they celebrated the President’s birthday with a Happy Birthday song. Currently, her reputation is tarnished, and her name is associated with misfortune. Moreover, in a strategically damaging move, a movie executive has publicly labeled her as not just emotionally volatile but potentially mentally unwell, even seriously so.
For 16 days, Fox and Marilyn were at an impasse. Suddenly, without warning, the studio became cooperative again, agreeing to modifications she proposed in the script that they had initially refused and presenting her with a fresh seven-figure contract, aligning her earnings with those of Elizabeth Taylor.
It’s uncertain what specifically caused the studio to change their stance, but Marilyn has a suspicion that someone she affectionately refers to as ‘the General’ is looking after her. This person happens to be Robert Kennedy, who is quite smitten with her.
I simply can’t get enough of the Lawford’s enchanting Santa Monica beach abode! It seems like every gathering, those gracious hosts of mine, the Lawfords, extend an invitation to none other than the radiant Marilyn.
A neighbour recalls seeing Bobby and Marilyn walking out together through the patio to the beach.
The atmosphere is one of secrecy, and Bobby’s bodyguard advises a young valet: ‘Though you possess sight, you must not observe; though you have hearing, remain unaware; and though you can speak, silence is required. You will witness many things, but discretion is key.’
Instead of openly discussing her growing relationship with the President’s brother, Marilyn chose to keep it private. This secretiveness was particularly validating for her following Jack’s rejection.
However, as my friend explained, she didn’t feel physically attracted to him. Instead, it was his intellectual prowess that appealed to her. After all, Bobby is quite intelligent, which seemed to be the source of her attraction.
Marilyn tells her masseur: ‘I like him but not physically.’
Eager for him to view her with respect, she begins jotting down points from their discussions in her small red notebook. This is because, as she clarifies, Bobby often discussed political matters, and would become irritated if she forgot what he had shared with her.
Soon, FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover will be reviewing a confidential agent’s report. It was already known that Marilyn was jotting down her talks with President Kennedy during their relationship. Now, it appears she is engaging in similar activities with Kennedy’s brother.
The secret report corroborates his belief, indicating that her political stance is strongly aligned with leftist ideologies.
A few days pass, and Bobby stops answering Marilyn’s calls. The abrupt silence, strikingly similar to the way things ended with Jack, infuriates Marilyn. She expresses her frustration to her friends, saying, “I want him to talk to me and explain himself.
When she can’t get through to the attorney general, she turns to his sister for help.
Pat Kennedy Lawford says, “Disregard it for now,” indicating Bobby is still young at heart. However, he also reminds her that he is not just a child, but a husband and father of seven children.
Beyond doubt, this individual wasn’t just a devout Catholic, but one who had even been recognized as ‘Father of the Year’ only two years prior. Under such circumstances, it seems highly implausible that he would jeopardize both his career and reputation, let alone abandon his wife for her.
I am persistently struggling to find closure, as I’m deeply wounded and unable to move past this. I’ve been making repeated attempts to connect with him – on his personal line, at his workplace (the Justice Department), and even at his residence. However, my efforts seem to be in vain.
If Bobby continues to disregard her, she mentions to a friend, ‘I may as well hold a public event. I definitely have plenty to share!’
As a devoted enthusiast, I can’t help but ponder: Could there be a more captivating tale than the authentic account of Marilyn Monroe and the Kennedy family? Truly, it seems so.
Based on “The Final Days of Marilyn Monroe,” a book penned by James Patterson and Imogen Edwards-Jones, set for release this coming Thursday (Century, £20). Copyright 2025, James Patterson.
To get a copy at the offer price of £18 (valid until July 12), you can visit www.mailshop.co.uk/books or dial 020 3176 2937 for free delivery within the UK on orders exceeding £25.
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