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  The Coroner Series

  America’s Most Controversial Medical Examiner Tells All

  Thomas T. Noguchi, MD with Joseph DiMona

  CONTENTS

  Coroner

  Preface

  1 Medical Examiner’s Case No. 81-15167 Natalie Wood

  2 Getting Started

  3 Medical Examiner’s Case No. 81128 Marilyn Monroe

  4 Medical Examiner’s Case No. 68-5731 Robert F. Kennedy

  5 The Hearings

  6 Medical Examiner’s Case No. 69-8796 Sharon Tate

  7 Medical Examiner’s Case No. 70-10463 Janis Joplin

  8 Mass Disasters

  9 A Passion for Science

  10 Is Patty Hears in There?

  11 Forensic Science at Work

  12 Medical Examiner’s Case No. 81-14582 William Holden

  13 Medical Examiner’s Case No. 82-3036 John Belushi

  14 Coroner on Trial

  Coroner at Large

  Preface

  The Unanswered Question

  The Claus von Bülow Case

  For Love of HY

  The Jean Harris Case

  The Other Side of Fatal Vision

  The Jeffrey MacDonald Case

  The Love-Triangle Murder

  The Buddy Jacobsen Case

  Breakthroughs in Forensic Science

  A Curious Cause of Death

  The Case of Dorothy Dandridge

  The Visible and Invisible Murderer

  The Case of Sal Mineo

  One Last Laugh

  The Case of Freddie Prinze

  Murder in Hollywood

  The Case of Dorothy Stratten

  An “Impossible” Drowning

  The Case of Beach Boy Dennis Wilson

  Prescription for Death

  The Case of Elvis Presley

  The “Detective of Death”

  The Missing Baby

  All in the Same Boat

  The “Accidental” Lover

  The Funhouse Corpse

  Forensic Puzzles of the Past

  Custer’s Last Stand

  The Death of Napoleon

  Did Hitler Escape?

  Who was Jack the Ripper?

  The Return of the Ripper

  The Dangling Man

  The Case of Roberto Calvi, “the Vatican Banker”

  Afterword

  Acknowledgments

  About the Authors

  Coroner

  I dedicate this book

  to my father, Dr. Wataru Noguchi,

  and my mother, Tomika.

  And to my fellow members of the

  National Association of Medical Examiners.

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  Contents

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  Preface

  Medical Examiner’s Case No. 81-15167: Natalie Wood

  Getting Started

  Medical Examiner’s Case No. 81128: Marilyn Monroe

  Medical Examiner’s Case No. 68-5731: Robert F. Kennedy

  The Hearings

  Medical Examiner’s Case No. 69-8796: Sharon Tate

  Medical Examiner’s Case No. 70-10463: Janis Joplin

  Mass Disasters

  A Passion for Science

  Is Patty Hearst in There?

  Forensic Science at Work

  Medical Examiner’s Case No. 81-14582: William Holden

  Medical Examiner’s Case No. 82-3036: John Belushi

  Coroner on Trial

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  Preface

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  In my memory, as I write, there is a montage of tragic scenes. The body of the beautiful Marilyn Monroe, her hand outstretched in death toward the telephone by her bed. Robert F. Kennedy, so vibrant and active in life, felled by an assassin’s bullet in a hotel kitchen. The grim scene at the secluded estate in Bel-Air where the pregnant Sharon Tate lay brutally massacred. The wastebasket in the hotel room where Janis Joplin met her death. The charred ruins of a little house in Los Angeles where the kidnappers of Patty Hearst perished in a hail of police bullets and a raging fire. The bizarre evidence at the scene of Albert Dekker’s “suicide.” The luxurious—and strangely tidy—apartment in which William Holden was discovered four days after he had died. The red down jacket that Natalie Wood wore when her body was found in the rain-swept waters off Catalina Island. The tiny pinpoints of blood on John Belushi’s arm that revealed he had not died of a heart attack.

  Because my jurisdiction as Chief Medical Examiner/Coroner of the County of Los Angeles included the motion picture capital, Hollywood, my professional career has been highlighted by famous and controversial cases—controversies that persist even today. Did Marilyn Monroe commit suicide or were the drugs that killed her injected into her body by someone else? Did Sirhan Sirhan or another gunman fire the bullet which killed Robert Kennedy? Could the knives used in the murder of Sharon Tate be identified and traced to the Manson gang if they were never found? What were the real circumstances behind the drug-related death of Janis Joplin? Were the kidnappers of Patty Hearst victims of police brutality or of their own revolutionary zeal? How and why did Albert Dekker and William Holden die? How did Natalie Wood spend the last terrifying moments of her life? Was John Belushi murdered?

  I conducted the forensic investigations of each of these cases. It was my job, as mandated by law, to establish the “manner, cause and circumstance” of death and to report my findings to the press and the public. But until now I have been unable to tell the full story behind my investigations. I am writing about them here from my own point of view as a coroner, not only to shed new light on the many troublesome questions that still remain, but to describe the techniques and goals of the little-known profession of forensic medicine itself.

  In every death, there is a mystery until the cause is known. Was it natural or unnatural, a homicide, a suicide, an accident? A coroner is, if you will, a medical detective who is specifically trained to solve that mystery. He supervises the collection of evidence and interviews with witnesses at the scene. He is in charge of the autopsy on the body. And from other forensic specialists he assembles laboratory reports of the presence of minute bits of fiber or metal, the telltale traces of trauma in human tissue, and the characteristics of bone fragments, teeth, blood and body fluids—not only to determine the cause of death, but also to establish the identity of an unknown victim and, sometimes, of the person or persons who may have murdered him. Among my other cases, my staff and I were called upon to identify the badly burned and dismembered casualties of the disastrous collision of a jet airliner and a fighter plane. In a lucky flash of intuition, I was able to determine the cause of death of a young Hollywood actress who appeared to have been shot by a nonexistent bullet. And more than once I was able to uncover evidence of murder in so-called “perfect crimes.”

  Forensic medicine has always been a fascinating and challenging profession for me. For I believe that every coroner performs a very necessary service both for his community and for society as a whole. I also strongly believe in the independence of the coroner’s office as a safeguard for the people. A coroner must be gutsy. His statements and rulings may not always be popular, but he must stand firm in his conviction and tell it as it is.

  In every death there are lessons to be learned for the living. Teaching those lessons and translating them into laws are the heart of the coroner’s work. And where death stubbornly remains a mystery, we are guided by the thought expressed in a haiku I wrote not long ago:

  The principle of forensic medicine.

  There is no road to follow.

  It is up to us to carve a new road.

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  Medical Examiner’s Case No. 81-15167

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; Natalie Wood

  Santa Catalina is an island thirty miles out in the ocean, off the southern coast of California. About twenty-two miles long and eight miles wide, it is renowned for its spectacular beauty. The spurs and canyons which radiate from its mountain ridges carve picturesque coves in which sailboats and yachts anchor beneath cliffs. Avalon, on the island’s southern tip, is a small community of a few thousand year-round residents, its lovely bay known to be perfect for sailing and for scuba diving, and there are glass-bottomed boats plying the harbor, through which marine life is studied. This is the area of Catalina which most tourists know.

  Yachtsmen prefer the more isolated cove at the northern end of the island. In Isthmus Bay, where the mountains swoop straight down to the sea, there are no hotels or accommodations for tourists, and only one bar/restaurant ashore, Doug’s Harbor Reef, a favorite meeting place for the sailors whose boats are anchored in the cove. On the night of November 28, 1981, Natalie Wood, her husband Robert Wagner, and actor Christopher Walken, their guest on that long Thanksgiving weekend, dined at Doug’s Harbor Reef and then returned to spend the night on Splendour, the Wagners’ yacht. In the early hours of the following morning, the body of Natalie Wood was found floating, face down, in the sea.

  By a strange twist of chance, a deputy on the staff of the Los Angeles County Medical Examiner’s Office, our chief consultant on ocean accidents, Paul Miller, was the captain of a schooner moored to the same buoy in front of the Wagners’ yacht the night of the tragedy. Miller, a friend of the Wagners’, was an Annapolis graduate, president of the California Sailing Academy at Marina Del Rey, one of the largest such schools in the world, and a man who knew intimately the dangerous waters around Catalina Island.

  Perhaps never in my experience had the Medical Examiner’s Office dealt with a more perfectly positioned expert at the scene of an accident. On that terrible night, Miller dined at the same restaurant as the Wagners and Christopher Walken. After dinner, he returned to his sailing ship half an hour before the Wagners’ party, and was on deck when the actors passed by on their way back to Splendour. And later that night, it was he who first responded to Wagner’s call for assistance.

  By another strange coincidence, three years earlier, in 1978, Miller had invited me on a fact-finding mission aboard his schooner. That mission began on the same holiday weekend, Thanksgiving, and in the same bay in which Natalie Wood would perish.

  Forensic scientists, as a function of their duties to the public, must explore all the environments of death, for in our profession we deal not only with homicides by gunshot and knife, but with accidents and disasters of every kind on land, at sea and in the air. Drowning fatalities were particularly numerous in Los Angeles, due to the popularity of scuba diving, surfing and sailing. And I had contacted Miller because I wanted to learn more about the factors which contribute to underwater accidents.

  During my trip to Catalina, I dined at Doug’s Harbor Reef, and as I traveled back to Miller’s schooner that evening I noticed something that would become important to my understanding of how and why Natalie Wood died. From many of the boats anchored in the cove, hi-fi music blared across the water, along with the raucous sound of parties. Because of the enveloping noise, only two people, Marilyn Wayne and a friend, who were on a nearby boat, would hear Natalie Wood’s anguished cries for help the night she died. By bad luck, they said, a party was being celebrated on a sailing ship close by Splendour, with loud rock music echoing across the waves. More poignantly, they reported that they heard Natalie Wood’s cries, but didn’t try to help because her pleas were answered by people on the deck of that party boat, who called out to her several times, “We’re coming to get you.”

  Even Miller, in the cabin of his sailing ship moored right in front of Splendour, didn’t hear Natalie Wood, also because of party noise. And, most significantly, Wagner and Walken, on the very ship from which she fell, said they remembered no cries.

  As soon as I heard of Natalie Wood’s death, I asked Miller for a special investigative report. When it was forwarded to me, I was able to match his expert findings with my own knowledge of the dangerous waters around that windswept little island far out at sea. Our investigations received wide publicity, but part of the story of Natalie Wood’s last moments has never been told.

  In 1955, three young actors appeared in a motion picture which transformed them, overnight, into major stars. The movie was Rebel Without a Cause, featuring James Dean. Sal Mineo and Natalie Wood.

  All three of these young actors would suffer untimely deaths. Dean was killed in a highway crash while driving his Porsche to Salinas to compete in a racing event in the same year as the picture’s release. (Giant would be distributed after his death.) Sal Mineo was stabbed to death in the driveway beside his Hollywood home in 1976. And Natalie Wood perished in a mysterious drowning accident in 1981.

  If ever there was a child of Hollywood, it was she. Born Natasha Gurdin in San Francisco on July 20, 1938, she was earning a thousand dollars a week at 20th Century–Fox as early as the age of eight, appearing in such films as Tomorrow Is Forever and Miracle on 34th Street. In Rebel Without a Cause she played her first adult role, and audiences around America reacted enthusiastically both to her beauty and to her sensitive portrayal of a troubled teenager. In Hollywood, her peers in the motion picture industry nominated her for an Academy Award for her performance in the picture.

  Later in her career, she would be honored with two more Oscar nominations, for Splendor in the Grass in 1961 and Love With the Proper Stranger in 1963. And the year before she died, this amazing actress was still on the rise. She was voted the Golden Globe Award as the best actress of 1980, no less than twenty-five years after her first starring role and thirty-nine years after her first movie.

  For many Americans, Natalie Wood exemplified the legendary movie actress who dwells in what The New York Times called “the Hollywood of celluloid images, mansions and yachts, midnight swims and motorcycle rides, celebrity parties and night life.” But in fact her personal life was relatively subdued. She married a handsome young actor, Robert Wagner, in 1957 and divorced him in 1962. Then, after a brief marriage to Richard Gregson, an English film producer, she remarried Wagner in 1972 and remained his wife until her death.

  It was, by most accounts, an idyllic marriage of two working actors, rare in Hollywood. Both enjoyed professional success, but their union remained un-scarred by the usual envy which undermines most such marriages. They were very much in love and delighted in their children, Katherine, who was sixteen in 1981, Natasha, eleven, and Courtney Broome, seven.

  Their marriage was enhanced by another love: the sea. And recently their lives had revolved around Splendour, on which they spent most of their weekends and holidays. Natalie Wood, contrary to some reports, did not seem afraid of the water at all. Fellow sailors often saw her skimming around the harbor alone in the little rubber dinghy that served as a tender for the yacht.

  In 1981, as the Thanksgiving holiday weekend approached, both Wagners were, as usual, enjoying professional success. Robert Wagner, known as R.J. to his friends, was co-starring with Stephanie Powers in a highly rated television series, Hart to Hart. And Natalie Wood was making Brainstorm, an MGM motion picture in which her co-star was Christopher Walken. The Wagners invited Walken to join them on their yacht in Catalina for the holiday weekend.

  Bad weather was predicted for the night of November 28. A cold piercing rain swept over Isthmus Bay, pummeling the faces of those going ashore in small boats for dinner. But the sea was not rough, and the dinghies had no difficulty negotiating the waves. Twice, earlier that day, Paul Miller had seen Natalie Wood “buzz” in to shore in her dinghy alone. Then, at about 5 P.M., Miller and three friends eased their own dinghy into a dock and a few minutes later entered the warmth and brightness of Doug’s Harbor Reef, where they noticed a party already under way at one table. Natalie Wood, Robert Wagner and Christopher Walken were gaily drinking champagne.

  About
7 P.M. the Wagner party was seated for dinner, with which they ordered more champagne. They were still enjoying themselves when Miller and his friends left. But Don Whiting, the night manager of the restaurant, was worried. He felt that the Wagners were so intoxicated they might not make it back to their yacht. When they left the restaurant at 10:30 P.M., he called Kurt Craig of the Harbor Patrol and asked him to make certain the group reached their yacht safely in the dinghy.

  Later that night, aboard Easy Rider, Miller and his wife couldn’t sleep. Their quarters were in the bow of their boat, facing the shore, and in a house on that shore a party was raging. Two loudspeakers had been set up on a porch, and the sound of rock music blaring across the cove was keeping the Millers awake. This may have been the party noise which Marilyn Wayne, who heard Natalie Wood’s cries, believed was coming from another boat. At 1:15 A.M. Miller sat up, reached wearily for the radio microphone, and turned to the harbor channel, which all boats monitor. He intended to call the Bay Watch, the private Isthmus Bay Coast Guard detail, to ask them to quiet the party on the beach.

  “Bay Watch, this is Easy Rider.”

  Nothing but crackling static, and Miller realized at once that the man from the Bay Watch must be at the party.

  Suddenly the radio sprang to life with a different voice. It was Robert Wagner, although Miller didn’t recognize his voice at first. He didn’t sound nervous or excited. Miller described Wagner’s tone as “quizzical” as he said, “Easy Rider, are you cruising in the vicinity?”

  “No.”

  “Well, this is Splendour. We think we may have someone missing in an eleven-foot rubber dinghy.”