"Can You Read My Mind?" by Margot Kidder. Music by John Williams. Not too long ago, Margot Kidder was found hiding in the bushes behind a house in suburban Los Angeles. She had been missing for over a week. When the police arrived, they tried to convince her to leave the bushes on her own by saying, "There are black widow spiders living in those bushes, you better come out." But Margot merely replied, "Ha! There are much worse things than black widow spiders after me." When Margot did emerge from the bushes the officers saw that her head was nearly shaved and that she was missing her two front teeth. They could recognize her only from her voice. Margot had last been seen a week prior when a friend dropped her off at Los Angeles airport, purportedly to catch a plane to New York. Instead she intercepted a television crew from Nashville, in town to cover the Country Music Awards. She followed them throughout the airport, pointing at their beepers and muttering, "I know you're after me and you're sending signals with those things!" Margot followed them into a Hertz Rent-a-Car, where she stayed for almost an hour passing notes to the salespeople. The first one read "Drive my jacket 100 miles from here and throw it." The last one simply read "I am dead." Friends trace her breakdown to a string of bad luck which began a few years earlier. Margot was supposed to begin playing Nancy Drew's mother in a television series opposite her daughter, but a week before filming began she was in a brutal car accident which left her paralyzed from the waist down for over a year. Her medical insurance refused to pay for the operations and physical therapy so she was forced to sell her house, peddle her jewelry to pawn shops and borrow money from friends to barely get by. Margot, you have demonstrated at great personal cost to yourself how fragile this thing is we call sanity. You have been to the brink and beyond. The old truth "it could happen to anyone" is true. I wonder what fate, dear Margot, Lady Fortune will bring us? Your fierce portrayal of Lois Lane in Superman and especially Superman II - when you punch out that evil Krypton bitch - have turned both films into classics. You are premiere Lois Lane for the House of Diabolique. Screw Teri Hatcher. We can't read your mind, Margot. But we can try.
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