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Now the thing I remember most about this stage of promotion was a tall pale young man (forever sporting pastel colored sun shades) who called himself Scott Constantine Dacy. This would-be hustler gleefully appeared to be living with, and off, Sybil Danning as her manager/lover/press agent. He had the nickname around the office of “dribble” as in Sybil and Dribble. Scott turned out to be a predatory sociopath who stalked strippers and models when they arrived in Hollywood looking for that all-important break… Of course none of this was readily apparent at the time, we were just very aware that there was something not right about his handling of Danning’s affairs. Scott would bully people on the phone (I once heard him tell a producer on the phone “You have three strikes and then you are out”, then he screamed into the phone “One, two, and three you’re out man!” and banged the phone down, ending any chance of her calling back. He routinely kept tabs on Sybil and her appointments, always placing himself in the way of interviews and photo shoots. He tried to be the producer/manager on all her projects and within a couple of years had pretty much destroyed her career. Scott was a budding pornographer who prided himself on his ability to take nudes not only of Sybil Danning but anyone he could lure off the streets.

The afternoon I would finally interview Sybil Danning was thankfully free of Mr. Dacy and proved to be one of the more relaxed and enjoyable interviews I would do for the film as Sybil Danning on her own terms was a charming, funny, refreshingly modest woman who raised herself from humble beginnings to a self-made celebrity with a certain amount of success, all of it well deserved. Sybil was proud of her physique, and well she should have been, as I personally have never seen anyone who could equal her almost perfect body, with a face and personality to match. After nearly two hours of conversation, the last hour of which we sat by the fire in her massive living room drinking champagne and enjoying Viennese chocolates (she had just come back from Vienna), she realized she had to prepare for a dinner party. As I headed for the front gate my luck took a turn for the worse as Scott Dacy made his way into the house, stopping me as I was leaving to ask just what I was doing there and so on. He was impressed enough that I was with ‘Films and Filming’ to ask me back in the house to collect some of his own personal slides of Sybil that he had taken of her in full costume for the film. I remember feeling rather uncomfortable when he insisted we go upstairs, and as we passed a bedroom with the door slightly ajar, he pushed it all the way back to show me the mirrors over the bed. The room itself was rather disorganized, with clothes lying about and so on; however it was after I looked over to the area of the unmade bed and noticed a large, opened, well-used jar of Vaseline on a nightstand, that I caught his eye. Scott read my mind as he stated “One day when I know you better I might show you the results of the photo shoot we did in here.” By this time I just wanted to get out of the house as gracefully as I could without letting Sybil know what I had seen. Scott and I had made it back out to the front of the house when Sybil came by and reminded me to call her about the Christmas party as she would do her best to come. Now Scott knew I had invited her to my Christmas party so what could I do but extend the invitation to him as well. They both walked me to my car, leaving me with an overwhelming sense of foreboding for what was to come.

During this time of year, just as the Christmas holidays began to take hold, several outlandish tales (from the Czech Republic location where most of THE HOWLING TWO was shot) began circulating around the Mike Dalling office regarding the wholesale fights that went on during filming between Sybil and Dribble. Scott apparently hit Sybil in the face, resulting in a black eye that could not be covered with make-up, so in the film, when you see Sybil wearing ray ban shades, that is what she is concealing behind them. The crew would spend their evenings sitting by the pool of the hotel listening to them argue and throw things at each other. At one point Sybil threw a television out the window, trying to brain Scott for some terrible thing he had done or said during the day. Why a beautiful woman like Sybil Danning would endure this relationship is one of the great mysteries of my time in Hollywood. Scott Dacy made enemies almost daily while we were preparing the press materials for the film. The day of my Christmas party I had invited what I thought were too many people, and spent the day buying more supplies to prepare for the Walpurgis Night to begin.

The party itself was quite a lot of fun and all my favorite mates showed up in fine form. Martine Beswicke came with her current young beau, Arthur Hiller and his lady arrived full of Xmas cheer. Reggie Nalder came with a small gift for Sybil as the two knew each other from Vienna and she nearly worked on a film with Reggie so they were old friends. By ten the place was filled to capacity. Sybil arrived with the infamous Scott at about this time and she looked terrific in a black and gold outfit, but then when didn’t she look like a Movie queen. In my bedroom there was a television and at half past ten Scott asked if he could watch a show on HBO that had Sybil as a guest star, it was an episode of THE HITCHHIKER, a mystery show with a supernatural twist. That evening’s segment featured Sybil and guest star Robert Vaughan in “Face to Face”. In the show, Bob played a plastic surgeon who spends the night before an operation snorting coke off one of Sybil’s breasts (in other words the perfect show for a Xmas party). Most all of the men at the party had squeezed into my bedroom to experience this act first hand while Sybil remained in the kitchen having conversations and champagne with the rest of the guests. All seemed to be at peace with the spirit of Xmas until we neared the witching hour at which time someone came up to me and said I better have a talk with Sybil’s agent as he was getting heavy with some of the guests about something or other. I walked back into the bedroom and Scott grabbed me by the collar and started raving about me trying to take Sybil away from him and he quoted some things I suggested to her during our interview, twisting it all around like the paranoid bastard he was…Within minutes of all this a couple of my friends pulled him off of me and marched him to the front door. I ran back to the kitchen and told Sybil that I had to ask Scott to leave at which point in tears she said that if he went she had to go as well and I got the impression this was something of a habit in their relationship. I also got the feeling she was afraid of him. Later I would be told Scott sometimes threatened to throw acid on a woman’s face if she crossed him.

The next day at Mike’s office I was told that Scott Dacy went utterly berserk on the phone demanding that I be fired, and he was busy letting all Hollywood know that I was out to steal his star and place her under contract to me and so on. Well, Jane was laughing it all off and she tried to tell him that I could not be fired because I was a free lance journalist and was not an employee of the Dalling office, end of story. Scott still demanded I return the slides he gave me at Sybil’s…. I still have them to this day.

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