The Fatty Arbuckle case (1962)

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door of the bathroom and came back. "You're right There's a girl in there and she's sick." "I can hold it a little while," answered Virginia. She sipped her drink. Betty turned to Al and said, "Hey, there's a sick broad in the bathroom. Why don't you help her?" Al answered, "She's not helping me and I don't feel so good. It must be this bootleg booze." "Is there something wrong with the liquor?" Virginia asked worriedly. "I feel a little dizzy." Al laughed. "The only thing wrong is too much of it," he said. They watched the girl walk weakly and unsteadily out of the bathroom. "Now's your chance," said Betty. But a man walked in hurriedly. Virginia stood up. "I've really got to go," she said. "IH stand by the door." At 3:20 p.m. she started toward the bathroom door. Arbuckle took his arm from around Maude's waist and watched the actress hungrily. Then a strange thing happened. According to a majority of witnesses, Arbuckle walked up to Virginia and calmly took her by the hand. Remember, she was on the way to the bathroom and she had to go very badly. Yet she allowed her hand to rest in Arbuckle's. He announced quite loudly, half to her and half to the twenty-five or so party-goers. "I've waited five years for this and now I got you." She made no fight, no attempt to shake him off. She walked with him through the bedroom door. He allowed her to go first, yet he held onto her. With his other hand, he gave her a slight push. She made no complaint. It was, as one witness said, as if she suddenly had been hypnotized. Arbuckle gave the party a wink over his shoulder. When he obviously and loudly closed and locked the door, everyone laughed. Are there any logical reasons why Virginia should have bent so compliantly to the will of a man she apparently hated? 39