The account allegedly provided by Fred Otash through Jeanne Carmen’s memoir is loaded with problems. Let’s start with the following: if Robert Kennedy realized that he could not be seen with the dead Marilyn Monroe, why would he go to the hospital with a Marilyn Monroe who was comatose and nearly dead? Certainly, his appearance with her at the hospital, like his discovery with her cooling corpse, would have generated the same embarrassing questions, assumptions and rumors, the situation he desperately needed and wanted to avoid. For him to climb into the ambulance with Marilyn and brother-in-law was absolutely nonsensical and illogical.

Does this strike you as odd? One of the murderers, the one who sexually violated Eunice Murray, instructed her not to talk to the police; but then he immediately instructed her to talk to the police about Marilyn and Robert Kennedy. That is absolutely nonsensical and illogical as well.

How could Robert Kennedy be certain that the paramedics he agreed to financially compensate for their silence, or Mrs. Murray for that matter, would not later reappear and blackmail him? Lawford, also, could be a potential blackmailer or a target of a blackmailer? Robert Kennedy certainly was a trusting fellow. Some might even call him extremely gullible.

Apparently Mrs. Murray did not join Lawford and Robert Kennedy in the ambulance with the dying Marilyn. What did Eunice do while she waited for their return? According to the Otash account, Mrs. Murray just hung around Fifth Helena waiting? Waiting for what exactly? How could she have known at that point if Marilyn would live or die, if Marilyn would ever return to Fifth Helena? With the killers gone, Peter Lawford and Robert Kennedy gone in the ambulance with a comatose and dying Marilyn, any prudent person, particularly someone who had just been unceremoniously raped, would have departed Fifth Helena and its environs as quickly as possible. Not to have done so was, well―idiotic! Besides, Fred Otash did not mention Norman Jefferies who was allegedly, at least according to him, watching television with Eunice. Why was Jefferies missing from the account Otash revealed to Jeanne Carmen?

If Sam Giancana wanted to implicate the middle Kennedy brothers in Marilyn Monroe’s murder, why bother with the tedium and the obscure approach of making her death appear to be a suicide caused by a drug overdose? Certainly a more direct approach would have been more logical. Additionally, Otash reported to Johnny Roselli that Peter Lawford had most likely cleaned out any incriminating evidence that would link the Kennedy’s with Marilyn, about which Roselli did not express any trepidation; but if Giancana wanted to frame the middle Kennedy brothers by implicating them in Marilyn’s death, Johnny Roselli’s lack of concern regarding the lack of evidence that would accomplish that goal directly opposed reason and logic; and Roselli’s indifference thereto did not, and does not, make any sense at all. Likewise, if Fred Otash was working for Giancana to frame the middle Kennedy brothers, when Otash’s associate returned to Fifth Helena, upon Peter Lawford’s insistence, evidence that directly linked the Kennedy’s to Marilyn and her death could have, and should have, been planted in her hacienda, thereby replacing the evidence removed by the Kennedy’s brother-in-law; but apparently neither Otash nor Roselli, nor even Giancana, thought of that obvious strategy, a curiosity in stark opposition to what a fellow might expect from a master criminal and a don of the MOB.

At what time of the night on the 4th of August did the MOB dispatched assassins murder Marilyn? Otash through Jeanne Carmen did not indicate that detail; but the time must have been near 12:00 midnight or an amount of time after Carmen allegedly spoke to Marilyn about a pill delivery. More than likely by that time on August the 4th, Marilyn had become an unresponsive body or was possibly already dead.

After learning of Marilyn’s tragic death, Jeanne asserted that she quickly dressed, jumped in her car and drove to Fifth Helena on Sunday morning. When she arrived there, she observed a multitude of cars parked in the cul-de-sac at the end of Fifth Helena; so she stopped her car a few houses before reaching Marilyn’s and pulled over against the curb. Reporters and police officers were everywhere, thick as flies; and officials dressed in suits appeared to be escorting other officials dressed in suits onto Marilyn’s premises and into her hacienda while a cop directed traffic out in front, trying to control the steady advance of rubber-necking tourists and curious fans that had already arrived so they could gawk. As she sat in her car, she asserted, parked at the curb watching the chaos, the truth, the reality of Marilyn’s death began to settle in her mind. She then noticed a couple of rough men who appeared to be Secret Service Agents staring at her, whispering to each other and speaking into their walkie talkies. As they approached, Jeanne started her car’s engine, made a sharp U-turn on Fifth Helena and rapidly drove away, her heart racing.

The scene as described by Jeanne Carmen sounded relatively reasonable; until I investigated the realities and the geography of Fifth Helena Drive. I wondered, though, as I began my Fifth Helena investigation, how could Jeanne have known that the men who approached her carrying walkie talkies were Secret Service Agents? Perhaps they were wearing those special indicative Secret Service Agent’s suits and ties.

That curiosity aside, the first thing you’ll notice about Fifth Helena, the street, as you stand in the center of its intersection with South Carmelina Avenue and gaze in a northeastern direction down its length, is just how narrow a street it actually is. If you walk along its short length of about two-hundred feet, it will occur to you that Fifth Helena Drive is, for all intents and purposes, just an alleyway that is no more than ten possibly twelve feet wide. There are no sidewalks. The single houses positioned on your left and right actually front on South Carmelina Avenue and undoubtedly have addresses associated with that street; and the white fences that define those house’s side yards stand at the edge of the pavement atop a concrete curb that defines the narrow limit of Fifth Helena. The pavement only widens slightly when it reaches a small cul-de-sac of sorts at its far end, which allows entrance into 12305 on your left and 12304 on your right. So standing there at the double gates and the white brick wall concealing Marilyn’s house from your view, if you analyze Jeanne’s description of what she encountered the morning of August the 5th when she arrived there, conflicts with reality quickly become apparent.

There simply is not enough room for a multitude of cars to park in the cul-de-sac; and positioning a police officer to direct traffic out in front of Marilyn’s house because a stream of lookie-loo tourists and fans were already descending on the street would have served absolutely no purpose. Since Fifth Helena is a blind street, or a dead end, if you prefer, the only logical place to position a police officer would have been at Fifth Helena’s intersection with South Carmelina, thus preventing the traffic from turning onto Fifth Helena and creating a complete logjam, which there must have been on Fifth Helena if what Jeanne asserted had actually happened; and too, she could not have stopped at the curb a few houses down from Marilyn’s because there is only one house before reaching 12305; and if she stopped and parallel parked along the curb, while she sat in her car, she could not have seen anyone escorting official looking people onto the premises because any view of the interior of Marilyn’s property would have been obscured by the white brick wall and dense foliage surrounding it. Carmen’s perspective would not have allowed her to actually see the main entrance door into Marilyn’s hacienda at all.

Also, according to Carmen’s memoir, her automobile at that time was a Chrysler 300 Convertible, certainly not a small, compact car. The specifications published by Fiat Chrysler Automobiles indicated that a 1962 Chrysler 300 was one inch less than eighteen feet long. Her street boat was six feet, seven inches wide, possibly one-half or more than one-half the width of Fifth Helena Drive. The 300’s turning circle between curbs was forty-three feet; its turning radius was twenty feet, six inches. Therefore, it would not have been possible for Carmen to execute a sharp U-turn, particularly if Fifth Helena was already clogged with automobiles and gawkers.

Finally, if Robert Kennedy was southeast of the San Francisco Bay, along with his wife and four of his children, spending the weekend in the community of Gilroy at the ranch of John and Nancy Bates, which was most certainly the case, how could Robert Kennedy also be in Santa Monica staying with his sister and her  husband, Peter Lawford? Robert Kennedy was not in Los Angeles on August the 4th in 1962.

Most certainly, Jeanne Carmen’s assertions about the morning of August the 5th were, and are, rank unmitigated mendacities; and I here assert the following: anything stated by Jeanne Carmen relative to Marilyn’s death, her alleged murder, must be dismissed as fantasy.