Law passed enabling actors to remove age from IMDb

California’s Customer Records bill has been welcomed by actors’ union SAG-AFTRA as a welcome challenge to age discrimination in the film industry

Signed into law … California Governor Jerry Brown.
Signed into law … California Governor Jerry Brown. Photograph: Lucy Nicholson / Reuters/Reuters

The state of California has passed legislation that will enable actors and other film industry workers to remove their ages from the Internet Movie Database and other publicly accessible websites.

The Customer Records bill, numbered AB-1687, was signed into law by Governor Jerry Brown on 24 September and specifies that subscribers to a “commercial online entertainment employment service provider” can demand that age information be removed. The rationale is to “ensure that information … regarding an individual’s age will not be used in furtherance of employment or age discrimination.”

Actors union SAG-AFTRA had campaigned in favour of the bill, with the organisation’s president Gabrielle Carteris writing on 16 September: “Age discrimination is a major problem in our industry, and it must be addressed. SAG-AFTRA has been working hard for years to stop the career damage caused by the publication of performers’ dates of birth on online subscription websites used for casting like IMDb.”

Though the bill covers all occupations, its effect on actors has been the focus of reporting in the wake of Junie Hoang’s failed bid in 2013 to get her age removed from IMDb.

I Killed Him – pt 7

Chapter Seven

John took the hospital steps two at a time and used his long legged gait to reach Margaret’s room quickly. Arriving there, he was not permitted entrance. He stood by the door pacing until he knew the reason why. In what seemed like half an hour, Dr. Donaldson emerged from the room.

“Why may I not enter?” John asked Donaldson

“John, she is waking. The doctor is performing some initial tests before she tires. For what she’s been through, I think she looks good. She remembers little right now but knows she is here in Milton. I am afraid that the shock she experienced has been blocked from her memory, but that is likely to be only of short duration. Very soon they shall be completed this first exam and will bring her food. You, and only you, may see her for a short time before she is sedated once more. After this next sedation, she will be put on that new drug and sleep when she wants except for the I Killed Him 250x375nights. We shall medicate her heavily for the nights. She’s liable to have nightmares. In fact, the night nurse told me how she had screamed in the night, but never came awake to pull her out of her nightmare. That is going to be the unfortunate side of her ailments going forward.”

“Thank you, Donaldson.”

Donaldson hurried down the hall to wherever he was going while John turned and began his pacing once more. He thought about how much he wanted to ease her mind about this Hartford man, when her memory returned, but he couldn’t leave her side until she was stable. He had never been torn between two such important elements in his life. But really, there was no choice. Margaret would always come first.

The doctor opened the door and walked out. Seeing Mr. Thornton there, he said, “You may go in. She’s unfamiliar with her recent events. Someone should be by soon to give her soup. Don’t expect miracles right away.”

The doctor left and John could see Margaret moving slightly from where he stood. He was shaking inside. He almost feared showing himself. What if her mind was flung back before all of the abuse and he wasn’t part of her life. He cursed himself for forgetting the flowers. Slowly he stepped through the door.

John spoke her name, not wanting just to appear and startle her.

“Margaret. It is I, John.”

She turned her head and saw him standing there like a god. She was swamped with the feeling of love and protection and she didn’t understand why now. Before she could say a word, tears rolled from the corner of her eyes.

John broke down himself then and let his own tears fall with hers.

“You are glad to see me,” John said more in a statement than a question.

“John,” she whispered, seeing his tears for her. Margaret started to lift her hand to him, but his was there to take hers first.

He could not help himself but pulled her hand to his lips. Curling her fingers within his, he asked, “How are you feeling, my love.”

The endearment of his words and his kiss caused Margaret to weep more tears. John pulled his handkerchief and dabbed lightly around her eyes, allowing her better vision. Then he wiped his own.

“John, you’re here. I am in Milton?”

“Yes, my love. You came to find me. I cannot tell you how happy you have made me.”

“I was helpless I remember, and it appears I’ve had some injuries. John, I’ve missed you something terrible since I left. I love you.”

John wept again. The greatest words he could ever hear were just spoken to him.

“And I love you, Margaret. I have never stopped loving you from the first day I met you. I remember you walking into the milling shed and had the nerve to chastise me. Do you remember that day?”

“I do, John. But I try to forget it. I’m afraid I left with a very low regard for you. Do you know why I am here?”

“Because you have some injuries,” were the only words he said.

“I can feel those. But why? Do you know why?”

“I believe so, but the doctor would rather you remember why when you are ready. Your injuries are an assumption, only. Adam Bell, Nicholas Higgins, and even Branson send you their regards. They will not be permitted to see you for another day or two.”

“But they let you in?”

“Yes, I told them you were to be my wife as soon as you woke.”

“I am? Is that a proposal? I’m awake.”

John let out the biggest grin at her apparent eagerness to belong to him as he placed the back of his hand on her cheek.

Before John could officially offer her a real proposal, a nurse came in to feed her.

“Blast!” he cursed under his breath.

“Sir, would you mind pulling your chair back while I feed Miss Hale. Sir, do you have permission to be in here?”

“Yes,” he heard Margaret say.

John pulled his chair back as requested, reeling from their first words spoken. She had repeated the words that she loved him. That was all he had ever wanted in his life. Today was the pinnacle of his being . . . those spoken coveted words from Margaret.

Dr. Donaldson came into the room while John watched the nurse spoon soup down her. Noticing him, John walked over to Donaldson for a private word.

“Margaret is asking me what happened to her. I’ve told her that it is best for her to remember on her own, but I don’t know if I have spoken out of turn. She seems to be anxious to know. As I’ve been sitting here watching her, I had promised, that if she would have me, I would marry her when she woke. I still want that, but I feel a bit guilty if she makes a decision without all the facts. I cannot believe she had any regard for this man, but I do not know how to be completely sure.”

“John, it will do her more harm than good to keep all we know from her, but I’d like to give her through tomorrow to come to it on her own.”

“If she doesn’t remember by tomorrow, who will be the one to tell her?” asked John.

“If he is up to it, I think Mr. Bell should be the one. He is more familiar with her situation in London than anyone. If he cannot do it, I will talk with her.”

“I’d like to be there.”

“I think you may need to be there, but let’s see how her condition is by then. I hope she can find strength by your reaction to her abuse. I expect her to reject you because she will be too ashamed. Margaret will feel dirty to you in her mind. You have no hesitation there, do you?” Donaldson asked, looking directly at John’s expression when he answered. Donaldson knew only a good man would be able to put something like that behind him.

“None. I want her in my life. There are no exceptions.”

“I was sure you felt that way. I think they will make her sleep again after her feeding. Margaret should wake about 4:00 or 5:00 this afternoon.”

“Are you sending me away, Donaldson?”

“No, you may stay as long as you want. I’ll see about getting a more comfortable chair in here.”

“I’m obliged.”

Margaret had finally finished her thin soup when John heard her call his name. As he reached her side, a nurse was spooning the laudanum into her mouth.


“Yes, Margaret. I am here, my love.” John reached for her hand but Margaret pulled his to her lips, kissing the back of it.

John remained as calm as he good, as Margaret did that but he was exploding inside. He was becoming breathless and overwhelmed. This all felt more than wonderful and more than easy. In all good conscience, he understood this may be taking advantage of her.

“John, I think you were talking about marrying me, before the nurse came in. Is there something you wanted to ask me,” Margaret said with a weak smile.

“There is something that I desperately want to ask you but to be fair to you I will wait until the memory of your injuries has returned. I do not want you to have any doubts when you answer me. We have not seen each other for two years and there could be another man in your life. I will wait until you are clear about your past.”

“You won’t leave me will you, John?” Margaret was becoming unfocused. Her words were starting to slur.

“Margaret, I will never leave you. You will have to tell me to go away. Never ever think I am not by your side.”

Margaret had closed her eyes before John had finished his words, but she was still holding his hand.


The Shaw’s and Captain Lenox arrived at the local constabulary. Reciting why they were there, an officer escorted them into a quiet room.

“Maxwell, will you begin the story. Mother and I are a fright.”

“Yes, Edith.”

A constable entered the room with paper and pencil. He offered the trio some tea, whereupon Edit and Mrs. Shaw accepted. They sat and Maxwell paced.

“Captain, would you care to sit down?” asked Constable Leyland.

“Thank you, sir. I’ll stand for the moment.” Maxwell introduced the women and his association with them. He began with yesterday morning, but Edith interrupted, being more familiar with their exact movements. When she came to the part of calling her fiancé Captain Lenox, he continued with the story. He had related all that he knew from speaking with Captain Hartford but encouraged them to speak with him. He would have to find the constable alone and give him his own theories. He mentioned Adam Bell, but said he seemed to be out of town.

The Constable took a description of Margaret and asked many questions from running away to being abducted. They had no opinion on any reasoning for her actions, but Mrs. Shaw brought up the fact that she had seemed worried or unhappy lately. The three agreed that since Captain Hartford had come into her life was when Margaret’s demeanor started to change.

“Captain Lenox, are you familiar with Captain Hartford?”

“Only several months. We are in different regiments, and we met quite by chance. Sir, could we excuse the women so that I may speak with you alone. I only have suppositions and wish to speak them privately.”

Edith and her mother seemed surprised, although Edith remembered Margaret’s reticule on the sofa and assumed that’s what they would talk about.

“Ladies, I have your address and we will be in contact with you. I believe this may be moved up to the Metropolitan station since it has been over forty eight hours. If you will excuse us, you may wait in the visitor’s area. Thank you. You have been very helpful.”

Edith and her mother rose and left the room. Maxwell held the door for them, telling them he would not be long. Once they were gone, Maxwell sat at the table across from the Constable and told him the rest of the story and Captain Hartford’s ailment. He explained how he had checked with the infirmary on post and Captain Hartford had never been there for medical treatment. He concluded that he could have seen a personal physician. He also explained how it would not be like Miss Hale to run from him unless he had some hold over her, and they were just grasping for anything with that thinking.

The constable wrote everything down and went over it one last time to be clear. “And you or the Shaw’s have no idea where Miss Hale could be. Does she not have any friends in London?”

“Only the gentleman, Mr. Bell, who has seemed to be her guardian since he and her father were college mates. I believe he was soon leaving her a rather substantial endowment to Miss Hale. Whether Captain Hartford knew of that, I do not know. Besides her childhood home in Helstone and her two years in Milton, while her parents lived, I do not know of anyone she may know. Come to think of it, this Mr. Bell has attachments to Milton. I believe he is a landowner there. He could be there, but he is not at his college rooms at the university where he has life rights to two rooms.”

The constable stood extending his hand to Maxwell. “You have given us some very good information and several places to start. I will discuss this with my Chief Inspector and see how he wants to proceed.”

“If I could offer one caution.”

“Please, I will listen to everything thing you have to say.”

“Should Miss Hale be held by this Hartford, he may spook easily and do her harm. In my bones, I do not think he knows where she is, but I think he knows why she left. I believe he tried to force himself on her, therefore the lap blanket. I am finding it hard to believe this of another officer and I am ashamed to think what I do, but I cannot stand by and allow him to mistreat my fiancé’s family or embarrass the army. I think I have told you everything.”

One last handshake and the two men parted. Maxwell ushered the two women out to their carriage. They held their questions until they were inside.

“Maxwell, what could you say to him that you could not say to us?” asked Edith.

“I have heard some rumors that I wanted to pass along. I would rather not say as they could ruin an officer’s career. I have had no time to verify any of this, so I wish to keep it to myself. I mentioned that I wanted to see justice done for Miss Hale’s sake in spite of his rank. The military will not tolerate any embarrassment, should there be merit to these rumors.

Maxwell was glad that Edith and her mother seemed placated with that. He mentioned to them that he reported about her former homes in Helstone and Milton as places she may have gone to.

“It is most unlike Margaret, and I can understand if she were desperate, but I did find that my spare money is now missing. I believe she has taken it, which gives rise that she could have traveled far away. Edith, do you remember the name of the man she found an interest with in Milton?”

“Let me think, Mother. He was a Mill Owner. I believe she called him John, but I would have to think on his last name.”

“I shall get that information to the constable later today. I did not know there was anyone else of interest besides my brother Henry at any time in her life.”

Later that day, Constable Jerome, realizing that the Shaw’s were part of upper society, the matter of the missing Miss Hale would be kicked up to the Met.


While Margaret slept, John decided it was time to inform Chief Inspector Mason of the events as he knew them. The one thing he would not reveal was his plan of revenge, although he knew Mason would assume it, knowing him too well.

Mason saw Thornton coming into the station and motioned him into his office.

“Good day, Mason. I came to make you aware . . .” John closed the door and sat in front of the Chief’s desk. An hour and half later, John exited. Mason was powerless to proceed outside of his own district, but he would inform the London authorities of what he had been told. He would alert his men to look for military bearing men asking questions. He also admonished John on taking this situation into his own hands. He had much to lose, if a life was taken. He watched John Thornton silently acquiesce with a nod but had no faith in it. He’d known John a long time, and could only begin to realize what he must be going through. He’d do the same thing he felt John was capable of planning and executing.


The Counterfeit Governess – Part One




One – A Governess For Two Forlorn Children


Henrietta, Dowager Baroness Brixton, took in the slender form of the young woman, standing in front of her. Way too pretty to suit a governess, she thought, but she would have to do. Her son Stephen would finally stop harassing her about searching for a governess to discipline his wretched bastard twins.

Lily and Oliver Bradley were the offspring of Stephen’s youthful misstep with a village wench when he was seventeen. The Baroness could easily forgive him for having taken a tumble in the hay with Molly Bradley on a hot summer’s day, and even understand it. So many young gentlemen did foolish things when they were still too young to know what they were doing. It was nothing of consequence. But, to take those two brats in his own house and treat them like they were gentry, was too much for the sixty-year-old dowager. Besides, she was not entirely sure about her son’s intentions for the twin siblings. What did he expect of two common brats who had lived with their old grandmother in a derelict village cottage up until now? They could not even read or write and they were totally undisciplined.

The baroness sighed when she thought about her beloved son. At the age of thirty, he should have had a legitimate son to raise; one he begot from his lawfully wedded wife during their short marriage before Florence had died in the curricle accident, just three months ago. Stephen had only his wife’s considerable fortune left from that marriage. Florence had not even been with child once, and the Dowager suspected her of being barren.

Straightening her back, Her Ladyship forced herself to concentrate on the task at hand and addressed Miss Elle Guillaume in a haughty voice.

“Miss Guillaume, it will be expected of you to educate the children as completely as possible. First you will teach them the basic accomplishments such as reading, writing and arithmetics. They are to be instructed in French, German and English, of course, and also mathematics, geography, music and poetry. Etiquette is of the essence, as you will undoubtedly understand. The twins have come to Brixton House only recently, having lived in the village with their grandmother. They are not yet used to the workings and manners of a noble household so you will find them a little … wild.”

Henrietta smiled and looked conspiratorially at Miss Guillaume.

“You will be expected to keep them to their suite as much as possible. My son, Lord Brixton, does not wish to be burdened with their company too frequently. His valet will be the one to inform you, if his lordship wants to see the children. Do not try to hoist them upon his lordship without a summoning.”

The Baroness signalled to the livered footman who stood in attendance near the wall.

“For the moment, this should do. Terence will show you to your rooms.”

“I beg your pardon, Your Ladyship,” the voice of the governess sounded in a heavy French accented English. “I have a few questions I would like to be answered.”

A pair of dark eyes, almost black as obsidian, met the Baroness’ grey ones with a frankness that could have withered her, had she not been so steeled in her long years of dealing with servants.




As soon as the footman closed the door behind him, Elizabeth Williams, alias Elle Guillaume, took in the small, bare room that was to be her bed chamber. She had been given one of the maids’ room on the fourth floor of the house, one floor beneath the attic.

Beth knew the house very well. As a child, she had accompanied her father, the vicar of St Mary’s at Woolworth, when he came to confer with the old Baron about parish matters. Her father, a widower, used to take her with him everywhere and at any time, reluctant as he was to leave her at the parsonage on her own. So, while her father talked with his patron, Beth had been left alone in a downstairs parlour. The active, inquisitive child that she was, she could not stay put but started wandering through the huge house with its many rooms and corridors. That was how she had come to know Brixton Abbey almost as well as their own, modest little parsonage.

A weird sound, as if made by mice running over wooden floorboards, pulled Beth out of her reverie and she looked around to see a side door creep open.

“Yes?” she enquired and now, the unmistakeable sound of open footsteps running away from the door, made her go over there. The door led to another small and dismal bedroom, one with two cots and a washstand and two frightened children clutched together against the far wall. Their eyes were huge with fear and their frail figures were shivering with anxious nerves.

One of them was a skinny boy of about twelve, an incredibly dirty one, to boot.

“Go away!” he yelled. “Leave us alone or I’ll kick ye in the legs!”

He threw an arm around his sister’s body, who was actually taller than him. Beth smothered a smile and looked at him defiantly.

“You could try,” she replied evenly, keeping her face bland, “but you won’t succeed in kicking me. I’m bigger and taller than you and I’ll punch you in the face.”

She held up her fist for good measure and shook it at him.

“On the other hand,” she said, pouting her lips as in deep reflection, “I could give you another chance in introducing yourselves. I am Miss Elle Guillaume and I have come to be your friend.”

She dipped a curtsy toward the two stunned children and smiled sweetly at them.

The girl, her voice small but not breaking, dipped back awkwardly.

“Me name’s Lilly Bradley,” she said, “an’ this is me brother Oliver. Where d’ye come from? Ye speak so funny!”

“I am from France,” Beth answered. “Do you know where that is?”

They both shook their heads and seemed to relax a trifle. They were beautiful children with honey-coloured curls and large grey eyes, straight little noses and wide mouths. Oliver still had the round, soft face of youth while Lily’s heart-shaped one began showing signs of adolescence. Her body too was more developed than that of her brother’s, the tiny peaks of her budding breasts beginning to show through the bodice of her drab, brown homespun dress.

“You will learn where it is and many other new things too, but not today. Today we are going on a walk. The weather is too beautiful to be cooped up inside. Fetch your coats and you, Lily, bring your bonnet.”

“I ‘aven’t got one, Miss,” came the shy reply.

“Leave it, then. We will find you one later.”

As the trio left for their walk, Beth smiled when she saw the children hopping and chatting happily. She followed them at a more measured pace, satisfied about their first meeting. Clearly, Lily and Oliver were lost, and they did not fit into this magnificent estate at all. Beth would walk to the village with them and ask to meet their grandmother. She knew old Mrs Bradley well enough from the time she lived here with her father, the vicar. There were some things she needed to ask the old lady about the new Baron Brixton.




Standing at the window of his study, Stephen Fenton, the new Baron Brixton, stood watching the three people who left for the village of Woolworth. The woman must be the new governess, he mused. What was her name again? Elle Guillaume – or was it Beth Williams? Fenton recognized her from the first moment he saw her slender form stride along the drive. He would always recognize Beth Williams, whenever and wherever she chose to appear.

They had a history, Beth and he, one in which he had the worst part. Ten years ago, she disappeared from his life, and he had been glad about it. Now she was back – on the sly – he realised. He needed to draw up a strategy to ready himself against her attack.



The Ultimate North and South Quiz

These questions are based on the film from 2004.  There are 35 questions.

Welcome to a North and South 2004 Quiz




1) Milton is North or South of London?
2) Which character is still living at the end of the film?
3) John's mother is named ...?
4) Which one of these men is NOT a mill owner?
5) Where did Margaret's brother live?
6) John beats a man who was smoking in his mill shed.  His name was ....?
7) At the dinner party, John wears a cravat of what color?
8) Mr. Hale was previously referred to as a ....?
9) Mr. Hale and Mr. Bell attended Cambridge University at the same time.
10) John Thornton had a lapel ornament on his jacket at the Dinner Part?
11) The strikers quit 10 minutes before their shift ended.
What time was it?
12) Do you remember the sequences of "the deaths" in the film?
13) (Film)  In talking to Banker Latimer about "speculation, John called it a....?
14) As Margaret left Milton for good, she gave John a book belonging to her Father. It was about ....?
15) If you are a "firebrand", you are known to...?
16) The other popular novels written by this same author are....?
17) The sign behind Thornton as he sees Margaret embracing her brother at the depot, reads ...?
18) Did Mrs. Shaw attend the exhibition?
19) The "wheel" cost how much ?
20) The Doctor that attended Margaret after the riot and also her mother was named ?</
21) (Film)  John saw 300 corpses laid out on the ground due to a mill fire - when and where ?
22) How many bonnets is Margaret seen wearing in the film?
23) Margaret talks to a girl in the mill yard and asks her about her mother. The girls name is . . . ?
24) Who will decline the Dinner Party invitation, according to Hannah ?
25) Who was the first person that you see in the film, that speaks to Margaret at the Dinner Party
26) In the scene where Bell meets the Latimer's and John and they see Margaret across the street, what kind of store are they standing in front of?
27) Mrs. Shaw was traveling in what country when her sister died ?
28) What did Fred say to Margaret as the train was leaving, before he said "Good bye"
29) What did the insignia say on Inspector Masons collar ?
30) The an-i-mal child was named ?
31) The last time we see Mr. Bell, his life expectancy was ?
32) The witness that saw Fred and Margaret walking at night to the train station was a ... ?
33) As Henry and Margaret walk to the church, how many times does the church bell ring ?
34) The Thornton's housemaid is named ?
35) Fanny married who?

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All the President’s Men 1976

Director: Alan J. Pakula

Stars: Dustin Hoffman, Robert Redford, Jack Warden

To call All the President’s Men a movie about the Watergate scandal would be to miss its point entirely. Because while the downfall of a president is certainly part of the film’s resolution, the 137 minutes preceding that are about the nitty-gritty of the newspaper business. And viewers have Ben Bradlee, executive editor of The Washington Post (played by Jason Robards in the film) during the time of Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein’s investigation into Richard Nixon’s clandestine dealings, to thank for that as much as they do star/producer Robert Redford.

Concerned about the light in which the film might paint his profession and the reporters and editors who inhabit it, Bradlee realized that the mere act of cooperation could help shape the film’s direction. “We’re all in the position that we didn’t have any choice about this movie—it would be made regardless—and I could see that,” Bradlee stated in a 1975 interview with his own paper. “Lacking that choice, it seemed to make more sense to try to influence it factually than to just stick our heads in the sand.” As a result, the filmmakers made sure every detail—from the mounds of research, articles and documents collected by Woodward and Bernstein to the desks their big-screen counterparts sat at—were perfectly replicated. The result is a painstakingly accurate recounting of two reporters’ bumpy path to uncovering an ugly truth.

Based on True Facts

Strongly Recommended



In this file photo provided by Warner Bros., actors Robert Redford, right, and Dustin Hoffman appear in their roles as reporters Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein, respectively, in the 1976 film "All the President's Men." Personal details about the film and Watergate enliven a Discovery network documentary, "All the President's Men Revisited" which airs Sunday at 8 p.m. ET. (AP Photo/Warner Bros., file)
In this file photo provided by Warner Bros., actors Robert Redford, right, and Dustin Hoffman appear in their roles as reporters Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein, respectively, in the 1976 film “All the President’s Men.” Personal details about the film and Watergate enliven a Discovery network documentary, “All the President’s Men Revisited” which airs Sunday at 8 p.m. ET. (AP Photo/Warner Bros., file)