Beverly Hills, the 2010s. A man appears outside the Woodland estate of former Paramount head Bob Evans. The gates swing open, and he walks past the ovoid swimming pool immortalized by Slim Aarons, clutching an old videotape. He insists that he’ll hand the tape only to Evans himself. Evans refuses to meet with him. Instead, his butler, Alan Selka, gives the man a tour.
The man had purchased the tape for $20 from a seller hawking the contents of an unpaid storage space belonging to Evans, out of the back of a truck. Among the odd mass of items, the seller even pointed out a stack of yarmulkes that Evans had used years earlier in a Passover dinner he arranged for Roman Polanski. But the man wanted only the tape.
