Personal Life and Death
Scott was married five times:
- Carolyn Hughes (1951–1955) (one daughter, Victoria, born December 19, 1952)
- Patricia Reed (1955–1960) (two children: Matthew – born May 27, 1957 – and actress Devon Scott – born November 29, 1958).
- The Canadian-born actress Colleen Dewhurst (1960–1965), by whom he had two sons, writer Alexander Scott (born August 1960), and actor Campbell Scott (born July 19, 1961). Dewhurst nicknamed her husband "G.C."
- He remarried Colleen Dewhurst on July 4, 1967, but they divorced for a second time on February 2, 1972.
- American actress Trish Van Devere on September 4, 1972, with whom he starred in several films, including the supernatural thriller The Changeling (1980). Scott adopted George D. Scott and resided in Malibu. They remained married until his death in 1999.
He had a daughter, Michelle (born August 21, 1954) with Karen Truesdell.
While he was divorced from Colleen Dewhurst, he developed a stormy relationship with actress Ava Gardner fueling their bouts with alcohol; continuing an age-old problem dating back to his military service. Scott died on September 22, 1999, aged 71, of a ruptured abdominal aortic aneurysm. His remains were buried in the Westwood Village Memorial Park Cemetery in Westwood, California, in an unmarked grave. Walter Matthau, who died less than a year later, is buried in an adjacent plot.
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