Hollywood and crime contains depictions of violence and strong language.

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Please be advised. The first time Bonnie Lee-Bakeley saw Robert Blake's house, she was shocked. She pictured a movie star mansion in Beverly Hills.

Instead, he lived in a ramshackle ranch house in the valley that looked more like it belonged in a Western.

There was a sign in the front that read Madahari Ranch.

If she hadn't run an asset check on him, she might think he'd spent all those Hollywood paychecks, but he's rich, worth more than $8 million.

And now she had a date with him.

Well, maybe not a date, but he did tell her to look him up if she was in town,

and she flew all the way here from Memphis to make it happen. It was the first step in her plan to marry a star.

Is that you, Bonnie?

Let me buzz you in.

She smoothed out her dress, a blue silk number that showed off her legs.

Blake was waiting on the front porch.

He looked older than she remembered and shorter, but at least he still had all his hair.

Not many guys pushing 70 can say that.

Blake's living room was filled with cowboy memorabilia, old toys from the 50s and piles of dirty clothes.

But it was the pictures on the wall that made Bonnie perk up.

Rows of movie posters and magazine covers all featuring Robert Blake.

Blake with famous actors like Humphrey Bogart and Joan Crawford.

Blake with beautiful women. She knew he was famous, but she didn't know he

was this famous. Not long after, Blake made his move.

One minute he was telling a story about hanging out at the Playboy Mansion,

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