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December 14, 1981NATIONThe Last Hours of Natalie Wood
"It was not a homicide . . . not a suicide. It was an accident"
"The only important thing . . . is that Natalie is gone. All
the rest is ghoulish nonsense." Paul Ziffren, Natalie Wood's
lawyer, spoke as a grieving friend about the national
fascination with her death. In a matter of hours, shock turned
to pity and then to conjecture. Exactly why did Natalie Wood
die? When a gorgeous movie star full of wine stumbles off a
quarter-million-dollar yacht in her nightgown and drowns, while
her actor-husband sits oblivious with her film co-star a few
yards away, people will talk. And wonder.
Wood, 43, acted in her first movie when she was four, and
though the critical praise was niggardly, she always had work.
Brainstorm was her 46th movie, and her role required only three
more days of filming. On a weekend hiatus, Wood, husband Robert
Wagner (star of TV's Hart to Hart) and her leading man--sallow
and rangy Christopher Walken, 38--headed for the sea. They
relaxed aboard the Wagners' 60-ft. yacht Splendour, moored in
a cove off Santa Catalina Island, 22 miles from the Los Angeles
shore. On Saturday afternoon they motored the 100 yds. to the
island in a 10-ft. dinghy. They had drinks and dinner at an
island restaurant, and six hours later--after four bottles of
wine and two of champagne--the Wagners, Walken and the boat's
captain, all giddy, returned to the Splendour.
Here accounts diverge, Los Angeles County medical examiner
Thomas Noguchi says that Walken and Wagner, 51, had "nonviolent"
but "heated discussions." However, Los Angeles County Homicide
Detective Roy Hamilton says: "There was no indication that
there was any argument, I think [Noguchil] was juicing it up a
little bit."
Around midnight, Wood left the two men in the boat's main cabin
and went to her stateroom. Some time later, dressed in socks,
nightgown and a down jacket, she stepped out on deck. The air
was cool (mid-50s) and stunningly clear after the days's
rainstorms. She untied the rubber dinghy from the stern and
then, according to Noguchi, fell from the Splendour into the 63
degree F water, bruising her left cheek as she tumbled
overboard. "It was not a homicide," says Noguchi, "It was not
a suicide. It was an accident." His autopsy revealed that she
had drunk "seven or eight" glasses of wine. There were about
a dozen craft near by. Aboard one was Marilyn Wayne, a Beverly
Hills commodities broker, who says she was anchored just 100
yds. from the Wagners. At about midnight, she says, "I could
hear someone saying, 'Help me! Somebody help me!" She claims
the cries lasted form more than 15 min. and that from somewhere
in the darkness came the answer: "Take it easy. We'll be over
to get you." Why didn't Wayne try to help? Says she: "It was
laid back. There was not urgency or immediacy in their shouts."
By 1:30 a.m., Wagner had become worried about his wife and
radioed the harbor master. The call was answered instead by Don
Whiting, night manager of the restaurant they had left three
hours earlier. Whiting launched a search, and at 3:26, the Coast
Guard was called in. Soon after dawn, a guardsman spotted
Wood's body a mile down current from the yacht and 200 yds. from
shore. The empty dinghy, loaded with lifejackets, was not far
away, bobbing in the waves.
According to one theory, Wood intended to go off in the dinghy,
to be alone and breathe the brisk Pacific night. Whiting spent
the night after the accident aboard the Splendour and struck
upon an alternative theory: maybe Wood, kept awake by the sound
of Valiant banging against the hull in the breeze, slipped
overboard while trying to move the dinghy to the yacht's leeward
side.
Wood's death was touched by sad irony. She and Wagner were
married on a boat off Catalina. But for Wood, the good life at
sea must have held some menace. "I'm frightened to death of the
water," she said in a recent interview. "I can swim a little
bit, but I'm afraid of water that is dark."
Early Sunday morning, with the numbed purposefulness of the
bereaved, Wagner took a helicopter back to the mainland,
rushing ahead of the news to tell his three daughters, the
eldest age 17, of their mother's death. Three days later, as
a balalaika dirge played, the family and 60 friends buried her.