I next called the production manager of a movie I was producing called White Palace. We were days from shooting in St. Louis, and we hired Frederick (on paper) for a nonexistent part that would work long enough for his SAG insurance to kick in. The next day he was moved into his home in the care of a hospice nurse, who took care of him until he died. I have not forgotten how a five-minute phone call and ten minutes’ worth of paperwork can change the remainder of a man’s life.
