1:19:01
No? Okay.
They lose their noses.
1:19:06
I made my dash.
1:19:10
The two goons were right
behind me. 100 yards away...
1:19:12
...my car was waiting.
I had to make it before they got me.
1:19:15
I was older than the two of them put
together, but they lacked one thing: Heart.
1:19:21
I breathlessly made it into the car,
slammed the door...
1:19:25
...as I grabbed
for a tiny bottle of J&B.
1:19:29
Back to Woodland, I said to John Paul.
1:19:36
My limo was pulling into the gates
of my once-owned Woodland sanctuary.
1:19:44
What had been my Garden of Eden for close
to a quarter of a century was mine no more.
1:19:50
Even more painful was that I was
now a tenant in my own home...
1:19:54
...paying $25,000 a month
for the privilege of living there.
1:19:58
Could I afford it?
Not by a long shot.
1:20:03
I knew that getting my home, my roots
of 25 years, back was vital to my survival.
1:20:09
There was a big problem:
1:20:11
The new owner, a wealthy French
industrialist named Tony Murray...
1:20:15
...had no intention of selling it back.
1:20:18
Without asking,
Jack Nicholson did a Henry Kissinger.
1:20:22
He flew to Monte Carlo and begged
Tony to sell me back my home.
1:20:26
Tony was shocked Jack would fly halfway
around the world to plead on my behalf...
1:20:31
...for what he considered
just a piece of real estate.
1:20:33
Wherever Tony went,
he'd tell the story.
1:20:36
"Imagine Jack Nicholson on his knees to me.
These film people, they're all crazy."
1:20:42
The impact of Jack's plea, however,
caused Tony to waiver.
1:20:47
He got me back my home.
Thanks, pal.
1:20:59
A year passed. It was close
to midnight on a Tuesday evening.