AUDREY HEPBURN Was About to Lose the Role of Her Life—Gregory Peck Got on a Plane and…

AUDREY HEPBURN Was About to Lose the Role of Her Life—Gregory Peck Got on a Plane and… 

February of 1958 and Brussels was gray with a particular cold that settles over that city before Lent, not bitter, just gray in a way that does not explain itself. Audrey Hepburn had been living inside an Assumptionist convent for 11 days, sleeping in a novice’s cell, waking for lauds before dawn, eating in silence with women who had given their whole lives to an idea she was only borrowing.

Wait, because what happened in the courtyard that morning would force her to make a choice Warner Brothers had been trying to prevent for 6 weeks and Gregory Peck, who had no business being in Brussels and every reason to be there, would be the reason she made it standing up. Warner Brothers had sent a man named Robert Haines, the studio’s European liaison to the convent gate with a portfolio of revised contract terms and the air of someone told to return with a signature or an honest explanation.

The argument was rational. Congo location insurance had alarmed the studio’s accountants. They would find her another vehicle color, Paris, wardrobe budget, something that would not require a woman of her value to spend 4 months in equatorial Africa with a kidney condition and no air conditioning. Have you ever been offered a completely reasonable argument for abandoning the thing you most needed to do? Sister Marguerite found Audrey in the chapel at half past eight.

Audrey folded her novice’s apron the way she had been shown and walked to the front gate. She had been expecting Haines. She had not been expecting what was standing beside him, 6 ft 3 in a dark overcoat, hands in his pockets. Gregory Peck. “You didn’t telephone.” she said. “I didn’t want to give anyone the chance to tell me not to come.” he said.

Can you imagine standing in a convent courtyard, 28 years old with two men waiting, one with a legal pad and four pages of notes, one with nothing and knowing immediately which one you were going to trust? Haines made his case carefully. Gregory listened with his jaw set in the way it went when he was gathering something he intended to use. He did not interrupt.

When Haines arrived at his conclusion that the studio would honor her commitment in spirit with a new property, Gregory said, “Can I ask something?” Haines indicated he could. “Is the studio telling Miss Hepburn that the Congo is too dangerous for her? Or that their investment is too valuable to risk somewhere they consider beneath a certain production standard?” Haines began to answer.

“Because” Gregory said with the quiet that meant he had not finished, “Those are different arguments. One is concern for a person, the other is concern for an asset. I want to understand which one I’m hearing.” The courtyard went very still. “What would you say if you were Haines?” Haines said several reasonable things about the studio’s obligation to its talent and the costs.

Gregory let it settle. Then he looked at Audrey, not at Haines, at Audrey, and said, “Is this a role you need to play?” She looked at him. Her eyes were the color of the sky above them, which was gray and not apologizing. “Yes.” she said. Gregory nodded once. “Then I think we’re finished here.” His voice had dropped another register, not a threat because it didn’t need to be.

The studio has an actress who knows what she needs to do. Their job is to let her do it. Haines understood he was not leaving with a signature. He left with his portfolio and the quiet dignity of a man who has completed a task that was never going to succeed. Gregory stayed 40 minutes. They sat in the convent’s small parlor and drank tea.

Audrey said, “You didn’t have to come.” Gregory said, “I know.” She said, “How did you know the date?” He said, “I called Fred.” A pause. “Fred told you not to come.” “He told me the situation.” Gregory said, “I drew my own conclusions. Have you ever had someone show up not to save you, but to stand beside you while you saved yourself?” She went to the Congo in March.

 She developed kidney stones that held production nearly a week in the heat of Stanleyville. She completed the film anyway. Fred Zinnemann called it the finest performance he had ever directed. Gregory, in Los Angeles when the nominations were announced, read her name in the paper and set it down without expression, which was his version of being moved beyond what expression could hold.

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