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America's public enemy number one

in the United States is drug abuse.

I've learned in a couple of letters to the editor

that Playboy is responsible for everything,

from Vietnam to drug problems.

Drugs were rampant at Hefner's Mansion.

Who's gonna bring these drugs to Hef?

He didn't go anywhere,

and he wasn't gonna go get them himself.

Ms. Arnstein died of a drug overdose,

but police officials still aren't sure

if it was accidental.

The Feds suspected that both Bobbie Arnstein and my sister,

Adrienne-- she was a Playboy Bunny--

were involved in trafficking drugs for Playboy.

The federal authorities were trying

to get Bobbie to claim that

somehow Hefner was involved in that cocaine smuggling.

Many thought that she committed suicide

because she felt pressure to turn against Hefner.

Why is that so many powerful, influential men

have in their story the tragic death of a woman

or, in Hefner's case, women, and we don't talk about it?

My name is Hugh Hefner.

I'm editor-publisher of "Playboy" magazine.

When Hugh Hefner was just 27,

he fashioned himself and Playboy

as the face of sexual liberation.

Playboy is one of the most famous brand names

in the world.

I would like to be remembered

as somebody who played some positive part

in changing the social sexual values of my time.

I believe that Hef pulled one over on the whole world.

The fantasy of Playboy that he created

did not allow for the consent of the women.

When it came to Hefner's buddies,

you had to keep those secrets quiet.

What have you got for free?

When you get someone that powerful,

anything could happen. Anything.

The people who were really there,

they're the ones who know the real truth.

I want to be a voice

for the women that suffered the most at his hands.

♪

All right.

Down, Bella. Down.

Hef and I, we were together from August of '76 to '81.

When I first met Hef,

I spent most of my time with him

and his best friend, Johnny, out in the game house.

And their conversation was about Bobbie Arnstein.

Before I met him,

Bobbie Arnstein was Hef's social secretary in Chicago.

A very big part of his life.

She knew all his secrets. I mean, they were very close.

And I never met her, but I heard the stories.

The police, they had got ahold of her,

and she was being forced to testify

regarding drugs at the Mansion,

and rather than do this,

she killed herself.

And I'm going, "Wow. Wow, that poor girl."

But then there's Joni, Hef's social secretary,

who knew her.

Joni was the one that really got me questioning it

because she was really close to Bobbie.

She was as inside as you could get.

Joni would say, "She didn't kill herself."

And I'm thinking,

"Well, what do you mean, she didn't kill herself?"

I've wondered about what really happened to Bobbie

for years.

Why was Hef never upset

when he talked about Bobbie

even though they had been very, very close?

Did Bobbie run drugs for Hef?

♪

The Bobbie Arnstein case still haunts me.

I was a detective in the Chicago Police Department.

We were responsible

for the northeast quadrant of the city,

and Playboy was in the northeast quadrant

of the city.

Law enforcement was looking at Playboy

because they were the epitome

of the deterioration of our culture.

That was how they looked at it.

And it was basically the start of the real war on drugs,

they used to call it.

People thought this was the den of evil,

and they just thought Playboy needed

to be shut down and squashed.

So in the early '70s,

cocaine really exploded in the city of Chicago.

It was everywhere.

I heard the rumors that you could get whatever you wanted

in the Mansion.

If you wanted marijuana, you could get it.

If you wanted cocaine, you could get it.

So somebody had to bring it in there.

And was it Bobbie? I don't know.

The DEA thought it was her.

She was a target because

of her association with Playboy and Hefner.

♪

They searched her, and they found cocaine in her purse.

They brought her into federal court.

Everybody thought, ooh, wow.

DEA's really got a whopper here.

I mean, they got the-- Hugh Hefner's right-hand gal.

The federal authorities were trying

to get Bobbie to claim that

somehow Hefner was involved in that cocaine smuggling,

but I can tell you,

illegal drugs were not the major scene there.

Bobbie was Hef's closest executive assistant.

I considered her my closest friend in the world.

♪

I've spent the majority of my adult life

working to legalize

the responsible use of marijuana by adults.

This was a "Playboy" interview they did of me in 1977.

♪

If we could get over the symbolism,

I think everybody agrees it doesn't really make sense

to send a marijuana smoker to jail.

I met Bobbie Arnstein

the very first time I went to Chicago

to meet with the Playboy Foundation

at the Playboy Mansion.

When you were at the Mansion,

it was like you were at some sort of a Hollywood party.

And Bobbie Arnstein made it happen.

She made sure anybody who needed whatever would have it.

And we hit it off and became very close friends for--

well, for the rest of her life.

Whenever I would go out to see Hefner,

I would say with Bobbie in her apartment in the Mansion,

and she would say, "Okay, let's go down to the pinball room."

And Hef would join us, and we'd spend several hours

smoking weed and playing pinball.

And I thought she was the most sophisticated and sexy woman

I had ever met in my life.

♪

I was a Bunny girl,

a Playmate of the Year, 1973.

When I became Miss January 1972,

that was the first time I met Bobbie,

and we sort of clicked!

She was not a standard beauty, but stylish.

When she was getting ready to go for a date,

she would say,

"Mm, can I borrow your legs tonight, Marilyn?"

And we'd laugh.

I think Bobbie had a very special gift

in the sense that she balanced everything.

And I didn't realize all the responsibility

that she had to bear.

♪

She knew about all his girlfriends.

She was just naturally discreet

and knew how to smooth things over.

And when I was with her in her apartment,

and Hef would occasionally turn up.

♪

And she immediately switched on,

and he would invariably end up laughing and feeling better,

and he would just leave.

One of Bobbie's jobs, not the most important

but one that I always appreciated,

was that Hef insisted

that she keep a box full of nice, hand-rolled joints

on his bedstand in his private quarters.

I saw occasionally amphetamines,

but I never saw cocaine used in the Mansion

other than when Bobbie and I would occasionally

snort a line of coke from a half a gram she had.

we were very careful

to keep it out of Hef's view or knowledge

or anybody else in the Mansion.

I was alerted that if Hef or any of his people

ever see or hear cocaine,

you'll never enter this building again.

And I think that was a real rule.

I don't think it was just PR.

But the federal authorities,

they were fully convinced that the Playboy Empire,

with all its hipness and its relevance

and its modernity, they must be snorting cocaine.

They wanted Hefner,

DEA and FBI especially.

They thought, Hefner's running drugs, and he's the supplier,

that there's drugs all over the place.

♪

So they arrested Bobbie Arnstein.

♪

She was accused of conspiracy to distribute cocaine.

♪

When I was a very young lawyer,

I was asked to work with a more senior lawyer in my firm

representing Bobbie Arnstein.

And, I mean, the government was zealous

in trying to prosecute these cases.

They had wiretaps on Bobbie's phone in the Playboy Mansion.

They picked up on these wiretaps

some occasional discussion of drugs,

but not drug dealing involving Bobbie,

just, "Can you get me some X, Y or Z?"

She had met a new man that she was seeing,

and he was a drug dealer.

His whole life, essentially, was dealing cocaine.

Bobbie Arnstein was arrested outside the Playboy Mansion

with a small amount of cocaine in her purse.

♪

Any state in the country during those years,

if you were busted with a half pound of cocaine,

you're gonna spend 10 to 20 years in prison,

and she realized she was in a heap of trouble.

♪

They brought her into federal court.

They wanted her to turn around and say,

"I bring the dope to Hugh Hefner."

♪

This is a commendation from the state's attorney's office.

"This letter is sent to you

to inform you of the excellent work

"that Investigator Dave Reuben has provided.

"He's been assigned some very difficult and sensitive cases,

such as the Playboy case."

I haven't seen this in...a long time.

♪

I was an investigator

for the Cook County State's Attorney's office

in Chicago in the Special Prosecutions Unit.

♪

Hefner was on everybody's list at that point

in the federal agencies.

The Bobbie Arnstein's case was already being made,

and you had a conversation

with anybody in law enforcement,

they just thought Playboy needed

to be shut down and squashed.

I was told that Adrienne Pollack

was a Playboy Bunny in the Playboy Club

that died of a drug overdose in 1973,

and basically, she was running drugs on some level.

Our office decided, "Let's reopen

"the Adrienne Pollack case and take a look at it

"because there may be more involving Hugh Hefner, drugs,

other crimes potentially, conspiracies."

This was the backdoor way for the state's attorney's office

to get involved in the Playboy investigation.

♪

So I went out, and I do remember the family.

They welcomed us and gave us kind of the backstory

of Adrienne Pollack's development

that led to her going to work for Playboy.

♪

Adrienne Claudette is her official name,

Adrienne Claudette-Pollack.

However, growing up, we called her Addie.

My sister was a little bit of a rebel and adventurous,

and she was somebody who walks into the room

and just lights up.

I want to show you some things

that I've collected over the years.

All of these boxes are her items.

So here are bunny ears

that my sister actually wore working for Playboy.

Different costumes, different colors.

This was part of her initial outfit that she had.

This was her initial shot that was done in July of 1972.

♪

Addie was very daring, funny, fearless.

♪

This is my wedding,

and this is my sister, Addie, in the blonde here on the end.

She was really pretty, and, I mean,

she had a nice figure and everything.

She was hired immediately.

♪

She lived in the Playboy Mansion

pretty much from the get-go.

It was hard. I think it was really tough.

She didn't talk much about being a Bunny.

She did have some experiences.

Men would try to pull off the tail

or be, you know, aggressive.

Bunnies come, and Bunnies go,

but there are always 100 girls on the application list

waiting for a chance to enter the Playboy world.

♪

I think there was, like, an excitement

because there were a lot of stars that came.

One morning, she had breakfast with Warren Beatty.

But then she also, after a while,

got tired of living in a dorm

with other girls who would take her things.

She wanted to be her own separate individual,

♪

And in August of 1973,

she moved out and got an apartment

a block and a half away with her boyfriend.

♪

August 16th, 1973,

I was sitting on the front porch of our house.

My sister pulls up with her boyfriend,

and I was really surprised to see them.

♪

My parents didn't expect it either.

They were in their pajamas.

They came inside.

We sat at the kitchen table, and we took pictures.

Then, she's like, "Well, I have to go."

That was the last time I saw her.

It was her 23rd birthday.

♪

Three weeks later, I remember sitting outside

with a friend of mine.

We saw a police car,

and then, all of a sudden, he pulled up to our house.

So I brought him inside, and he said,

"I'm sorry to tell you, but your daughter is dead."

♪

But he didn't have any specifics.

It's like, well, what happened?

♪

I was 18, and I cried so much

that my contacts were just filmed up.

I just couldn't--

I could barely see.

It's like, how could this be?

♪

I have an article of clothing that she passed away in.

I just kept a piece of it.

They said that she died of a accidental overdose

from quaaludes.

I had no idea she was doing things like uppers or downers

or anything else.

I was surprised, in a way,

but I also knew her behavior had changed over the past year

since she was in "Playboy."

There was more questions than answers.

It was absolutely possible there were major drugs

in the Mansion.

♪

There's a memo that's issued April 1st, 1974,

from Mary O'Connor.

She was in charge of the Bunnies,

pretty much the house mother.

And in that memo, she says,

"Make sure there's no illegal drugs on the premises."

They had to anticipate there was the possibility

of a search warrant.

So they were gonna make sure if that occurred,

there were no drugs found.

It also implies that that was a concern

because there were illegal drugs.

♪

This is an internal report from DEA,

a report of investigation memo

about an interview with Allen Crawford,

the former head of security for Playboy,

and they have some information

that there were phony prescriptions, potentially,

that were drawn up so Hefner could get drugs.

But the bottom line was, what can you prove?

♪

Hef pretended he wasn't involved in any hard drug use

at the Mansion, but that was just a lie.

Quaaludes, down the line, were used for sex.

♪

Everything felt good to touch.

Everything felt soft and soft-focus, and--

and it was lovely.

Usually, you just took a half.

Now, if you took two, you'd pass out.

It was such a seduction, and the men knew this,

that they could get girls to do just about anything they wanted

if they gave them a quaalude.

♪

I worked for Hefner at the Playboy Mansion in LA

from late 1977 to mid-1989.

♪

Quaaludes were--

we called them the leg-spreaders, you know?

I mean, and I don't know that I want to get that crude,

but that is what the whole point of them was, you know?

They were a necessary evil, if you will, to the partying.

We would have prescriptions in some of our names.

There were prescriptions in Sondra's name,

and Hef's name, and my name.

There was a prescription in Mary's name.

We kept a desk calendar that just would say, you know,

"Lisa's Q," or "Hef's Q," or Sondra's Q."

That enabled certainly four

and sometimes five different prescriptions

for the same medication to feed the machine.

To Hef's bedroom, to his personal drawer.

He had a drawer that none of us had access to.

We gave them directly to Hef. Then, there were--

There was the Dexedrine, the speed that he took

that was not in everyone else's names.

It was probably only in mine and Mary's and Hef's.

Dexedrine was a speed.

It was a pretty popular diet pill back in the day,

and amphetamine, and I think that it was fuel.

When Hef would take Dexedrine,

he always took a little every day.

He couldn't swallow a pill, so he chewed it.

He would always, like, break off a little piece and--

then wrap it into tissue

and stick it in the top pocket of his pajamas.

Cocaine was a big deal.

I can remember at a couple of the larger parties,

there was a downstairs powder room off of the Great Hall

that, underneath the ornate toilet paper holder,

you would lift that up, and there was a pile of cocaine

underneath there.

I remember asking once, "Where is he getting this?"

You know, 'cause he doesn't leave the property.

Where is this coming from?

The first time I did cocaine came

when we did the Schlong Show for his birthday,

and I had to sing.

♪ Mama doesn't even have an inkling ♪

♪ That we're working here at Hefner's ♪

♪ In a pair of lacy pants

But I was nervous because nobody had heard me sing.

So someone said, "What you need is a bump."

And I said, "What's a bump?"

And somebody is going, "She doesn't know."

They go, "Some cocaine!" And I said, "Cocaine?"

Cocaine?

♪

And in the beginning, it was fun.

♪

There was drugs everywhere.

John Dante was Hef's best friend,

and Dante's little dog, Louis,

who was a little tiny poodle, got hooked on cocaine.

And the dog would smell it from across the room,

and a very famous person walked in the game house one night.

And that little dog jumped off the couch and was--

he was like Superdog, flew to that person,

up that person's arm and was licking the nose.

And she's like, "Oh, he just loves me!"

And we're all going, "Mm-hmm. Yeah, sure."

We knew why that dog was on her,

and he had to lock that dog up when people were around

because it was addicted to the cocaine, and--

People you wouldn't even think were doing it were doing it.

So who's gonna bring these drugs to him?

He didn't go anywhere,

and he wasn't gonna go get them himself.

♪

At the time in LA, when I was there,

there were bowls of quaaludes.

There were huge vials of cocaine.

And then, when I transferred to the Chicago Playboy Club,

there were a lot of Bunnies that were still there

that knew Adrienne Pollack, and they said,

"Adrienne and Bobbie Arnstein

supplied drugs for the Chicago Mansion

for parties for Hefner and his VIPs."

The Feds suspected

that both Bobbie Arnstein and my sister, Adrienne,

were involved in trafficking drugs for Playboy.

State government wanted to see

what they could get on Hefner and Playboy.

♪

Hefner was smart.

Is somebody gonna come forward? No.

Everybody wanted to be Hef's favorite.

Everybody wanted to be rising up in the organization.

I think Adrienne Pollack,

maybe she did a little bit of involvement

with running the drugs or being a mule on some level.

That's very possible.

I mean, we'd be naive not to think that.

♪

After my sister died,

when my mom and dad and I were allowed

to get her things in her apartment,

she had this dark wig.

So we asked her boyfriend what this was about,

and he said, "This was one of her disguises."

She would wear this wig when she was trafficking.

Addie called me one time, and she was in Florida.

Addie told me there was a drug cartel member there with her,

and I believe that was her date for the evening.

I said, "Aren't you afraid?"

She said, "Don't worry. There's a bunch of us here."

They were the Playboy Bunnies.

I think there were somewhere around, like,

seven, eight girls that went.

♪

I know that she was on the Bunny plane.

I know that she went to Las Vegas, Hollywood, Hawaii,

to Montego Bay, Jamaica, Florida,

but it may not have always been on the Bunny plane.

A Playboy Bunny friend of hers had given her,

it was a Leo horoscope picture.

Here it says, "The Leo personality

are the ideal heads of large enterprises."

So this head character--

this head Egyptian character, pharaoh--

has an A on it for Adrienne.

It shows her as the head, and then, it shows meth,

heroin, LSD, ludes, Valium, and cocaine.

And I firmly believe that she was involved quite a bit

with the drug trafficking.

♪

So in 2004,

I decided to contact Adrienne's boyfriend, Jerry.

This is his recollection of what happened

on the day of September 5th, 1973,

the day before her death.

She had a meeting at the Playboy Mansion.

The meeting involved Bobbie Arnstein and two other guys

that were later arrested with Bobbie Arnstein

for cocaine possession.

Jerry said that there was the connection

between Addie's drug trafficking

and Playboy and Bobbie,

and she wanted to get out of it.

If Jerry Pingatore had said

that there was a connection between the two,

there could have been some truth to that,

but we did not talk to Jerry Pingatore

because he was lawyered up.

Adrienne was possibly a low-level mule,

but we were stonewalled early on.

Hefner was smart.

If there was drug activity,

Hefner could have very easily said,

"I don't want to know about it. Do what you got to do."

We could not prove that the Mansions

had massive amounts of drugs or drug activity

that we could make a case out of.

And then, Bobbie Arnstein was indicted,

tried for cocaine possession and distribution charges.

♪

In the course of the trial,

there was a lot of wiretap evidence in the case.

They recorded phone calls.

And they were played for the jury.

Bobbie did not take the stand

because if she would have taken the stand,

they could have asked her a lot of questions

about Hef and Playboy

that she would not have wanted to answer, probably.

In the Playboy world,

they always prided themselves on how private it was.

♪

Hugh Hefner's social secretary,

32-year-old Bobbie Arnstein,

and two men were found guilty today

of conspiracy to distribute cocaine.

After the verdict was returned by the federal court,

sentencing was set for November 20th,

and Arnstein left the federal courts building

accompanied by her attorney, Tom Sullivan.

Sullivan advised her to say nothing to waiting reporters.

...any statements.

I don't think you ought to give any statement at all.

- Well, I think it's absurd. - Do not give any statement.

My lawyer suggests that I not give any statements.

It's not my personal opinion.

You're welcome. Sorry.

She was convicted

of conspiracy to distribute cocaine.

She was sentenced provisionally with a 15-year sentence.

Then, within a few weeks,

the government called Bobbie in to speak with them.

I remember being in a large room crowded with men,

and Bobbie and I were there.

And the government told her that they had information

that there was a contract out on her life

and that she needed to be very careful of friend and foe.

♪

So I don't think for either of us,

there was any question about how we were supposed

to interpret that odd message.

♪

The only person that it made any sense would be

to assume that Hugh Hefner was willing to kill Bobbie Arnstein

to keep the cocaine scandal out of his life and Playboy's life,

and that simply isn't believable for any of us

who knew the two of them.

What I'm describing to you

is what was transparently obvious to all of us,

Bobbie included, her attorneys and ourselves,

as a transparent and incredible pressure on Bobbie...

to establish

and accomplish exactly what we've been talking about here,

to make her strike out at us.

♪

Bobbie had made it fairly clear to all her friends

that she'd do whatever she needed to do

not to go to prison, but she wasn't gonna

flip on Hef or anybody in the Playboy Empire.

♪

So she took an overdose of pills,

I think 1:00 or 2:00 in the morning,

and took a taxi over to the Maryland Hotel

and got a room by herself,

wrote her note out on the hotel stationery by hand,

took her pills, and went to sleep.

♪

Bobbie Arnstein had lived for several years

in Hugh Hefner's luxurious Chicago mansion,

but the 34-year-old executive secretary

checked into a nearby night-club district hotel

before apparently taking her own life

with an overdose of drugs.

♪

It was right in the middle of everything,

so everything blows up.

♪

Bobbie Arnstein had been subpoenaed

by the local grand jury

in conjunction with the Adrienne Pollack case

just prior to her suicide.

♪

So all that evidence that she may have had

went with her.

She apparently died of a suicide,

but we don't believe it was a suicide.

It was my responsibility to determine what happened

to Roberta Arnstein.

So I treated it as a murder.

I had the crime laboratory take the door off the hotel room,

and I had it sent to the crime laboratory

to have the tool mark section check the locks

to make sure they hadn't been picked.

I even went up on the roof,

directly above the window of that room,

to make sure there were no grappling hook marks

on the roof.

I mean, I covered every single possible contingency.

We had handwriting analysis done on the note.

It was her handwriting.

There was no violence,

so there was no blood, no signs of restraint.

You know, she hadn't been bound or anything like that.

No bruising.

Nothing had been disturbed.

It was a suicide.

Roberta Arnstein was charged federally,

tried in a federal courtroom in Chicago,

and sentenced to 15 years in prison.

Even if she hadn't committed suicide,

she'd have been ruined by this.

I mean, they were gonna put her in prison.

They fully intended to send her away.

Narcotics agents frequently use our severe drug laws

in an arbitrary and capricious manner

to elicit the desired testimony for a trial.

♪

Faced finally

with a conditional sentence of 15 years,

the pressure of a lengthy appeal

and increasing harassment

from government prosecutors and their agents...

an already emotionally troubled woman

was pushed beyond endurance, and she killed herself.

♪

The end was very scary.

♪

And you could see how heartbroken Hefner was

when he was a pallbearer.

I think her struggle was like survival.

And she just couldn't cope, and she chose not to.

Bobbie was my soul mate.

She was incredibly close.

And I should have been able to help her, but I wasn't,

so I felt incredibly guilty.

It still makes me cry.

♪

She never felt totally happy or satisfied.

There was always a sad side to her.

She was wielding the power she wanted,

but she didn't have all the status she wanted

or all the pay.

Bobbie and I talked about

the difficulties women had in getting ahead.

And she was surrounded by male executives,

and she was not an executive.

She was an executive secretary.

♪

In everything that I saw her do,

she was a support person.

I definitely see her as probably having difficulty

reaching for a position that had power in its own right.

♪

There was an article in the "Chicago Reader"

called "The Life and Death of Bobbie Arnstein."

"She wanted a title that would define her 24-hour-a-day duties

"more accurately than the words,

"quote, 'executive secretary,' end quote, did,

"but after more than a decade

"of living without breathing space of her boss,

"Bobbie Arnstein wasn't able to come right out and tell him.

"She required a monetary pat on the head,

"a paper reassurance that he needed her.

She wasn't getting either."

♪

Bobbie was a feminist.

She wanted to be respected for her mind

and for her achievements and for her judgment.

On the other hand, she put herself into a world

where every woman was a sex object.

I think it was the conflict at the center of Bobbie's soul.

Bobbie clearly understood

that this world that she lived and thrived in,

as glamorous as it was, and it was very glamorous,

it was also based on exploiting other women.

Must have caused some guilt.

♪

When they found out that Roberta Arnstein was dead,

the U.S. Attorney knew that their whole Playboy case

had gone right out the window.

It was done. There was no more Playboy case.

♪

Our investigation was officially closed

in spring of '75.

Not that long after the Bobbie Arnstein death,

but we got in too late.

Key people were lawyered up.

The leads were dried up.

Hefner was idolized by these people.

They weren't gonna snitch him off.

And that was the end of it.

♪

These are letters my mom wrote.

She wrote to all the news stations,

to all the politicians that she knew.

♪

And all she was doing was searching for somebody

to help find what really happened.

We still never really got any answers.

Somebody knows something. Tell us the truth.

♪

When I was his girlfriend, I was afraid to speak up.

I've never told anybody any of this before.

I was too ashamed,

for a lot of reasons, but I was a drug mule for Hef.

Hef used cocaine. He used more than that.

He had a drawer full of drugs.

I discovered it when he started giving me the key

to that drawer.

The first time that Hef sent me "as a mule"

to get the drugs,

there were two brothers that came up to the house.

♪

One of the brothers sold cocaine,

so Hef sent me to his house.

He said, "Here's the money. Get the stuff."

♪

It was so easy for him.

That became the norm.

I picked up the stuff,

and I brought it back to him, handed it to him.

He locked it up under lock and key.

Hef used cocaine.

Soon after, we were doing it on a regular basis together.

♪

How many times did I pick up drugs for Hef?

I don't know, countless. Countless times.

Oh, yeah. I'd say once a week.

♪

Everybody did their own job.

We all had to do exactly what he wanted,

and we all did it like little puppets.

If he gave you a job, you were--

it was almost an honor.

And here I am running drugs for him, and that's an honor.

Yeah, okay, it's crazy, but it made me feel like

I was important to him.

When you think about it,

here's a man 30 years older than me,

and he's sending a young girl for illegal substances.

♪

It was nothing to him. "Go get it."

It was like sending me out for a quart of milk.

If I got caught, my life would be over.

♪

And do you think he would have said, "Oh, it's my fault"?

No, it would have been me, it would have been my problem.

And luckily, I had angels watching over me,

and I didn't get caught.

♪

The people that got caught, they suffered for it.

I do believe that he knew

Bobbie was involved with the drugs.

I believe that Hugh Hefner was the reason

she was involved in the drugs.

Would Bobbie have gotten involved

if not for that whisper in the ear from him?

♪

Bobbie was going to be forced to testify against him.

I know that because he told me that.

He said, "She died because

she didn't want to have to testify against me."

So with Bobbie, knowing that he was that close to her,

it wouldn't have taken much

for him to get her to do the drug running for him.

♪

If Sondra Theodore had come forth

with that type of testimony in 1973 or 1974, 1975,

it would have changed the whole direction of the investigation.

She would have been sworn in

to either the grand jury or given a sworn statement,

and that would have left open the possibility

of potential indictment of Hefner, even.

And people would have been looking at it a lot harder

because then there would have been a viable witness

to that activity, which we didn't have at that time.

I have been very successful in arranging a system

whereby I am able to do what I want to do

when I want to do it without outside interference.

♪

I am very, very selfish. I am very self-oriented,

and I think that everybody should be.

Intelligent self-interest is for the good of everyone.

The person who spends all of their time

thinking about others accomplishes almost nothing.

It was wrong

to take a young girl, so young,

and have her do that kind of thing for him.

To put a young girl in that position was so dangerous.

I--I didn't allow myself to know

that that was abusive

because I was told it was in love,

in the name of love.

♪

And if Hef was alive, he would be in jail.

And wherever he is,

and I don't think it's a good place,

I know he knows that I told the truth,

and he's not happy about it.

He's finally been called out.

Finally.

♪

Let's celebrate our sexuality.

It is fun when you first have sex, right?

But there's a line that's crossed.

I felt so violated.

She said, "You cannot believe

what went on in that bedroom."

It was cult-like.

The women had been groomed.

A kid who has a sweet tooth

who is thrust into a candy store

starts, after a little while,

thinking about other things besides candy.

Nipple rings. Sex trapezes.

Double dildos.

Linda Lovelace was drunk,

and drugged, and out of nowhere,

German shepherd shows up.

This is the dark underbelly of Playboy.

I watched a slow descent into... madness.

You wanna talk about depravity?

This is despicable.