From Brando ultimate biography by Peter Manso :
" During Munity on the Bounty filming : While Brando's coterie of friends loved the action, the married Rhodes withdrew, Although perfectly willing to sit with Marlon and discuss what was on his mind, he had by now noticed that his friend had "immersed himself in a sexual Shangri-la and freedom he'd never known before." So out of hand had it become that it amounted to "a free-for-all," and it was turning into "the main part of his life," Rhodes added. "It was like, 'I can't talk to you until I get somebody over to give me a blow job.'
"Brando, like many of the crew, paid the price for womanizing and suffered the so-called MGM flu, as gonorrhea swept the island. The problem had not taken long to present itself, and soon a local physician who claimed to have huge stocks of antibiotics on hand was put on salary. According to Jimmy Taylor, the doctor was lying. "It was nothing more than an antiseptic iodine ointment that he painted patients with." The ointment was totally ineffective, and soon Brando's private physician, Dr. Robert J. Kositchek, was flown in from Beverly Hills at a cost of $10,000 to handle a case of "indigestion." It was not Brando's first experience with the clap, certainly, and after ten days of injections the actor was able to return to the cameras. "Everybody knew he had the clap," said Taylor, "so I couldn't understand why anybody still wanted to sleep with him." In short order, Tarita was infected, and she passed it on to Christiansen. Like Brando, she had to undergo treatment.
"Brando directed himself, and his death scene, shot on the MGM lot, was more bizarre than anything he'd done to date. He was lying there naked," said Jimmy Taylor. "The makeup man had put burns on his exposed flesh, and I had this fabric with simulated burn marks that I was going to paste on his skin to cover up his genitals. Then he asked, 'Why doesn't my crotch burn?' I said, 'Well, I can't do that, Marlon. We've got a censor problem. Maybe we can use makeup to blend this in with the pants.' 'No, no. If the pants are going to burn, so is the cock. You've got to show it.'
"I then got to Rosenberg and explained what Marlon was demanding. Aaron's reply? 'Well, he's shown his cock to everybody else, now he wants to show it to the American public. Don't worry, I'll put a tarp over him.'
"I'd never seen anything like it in my fifty-year career," Taylor added. "An actor, a star who is prepared to lie out in the middle of the stage with his cock hanging out. The whole crew was there—we had firemen, extras—there must have been sixty or more people standing around, and he had no embarrassment."
Through chattering teeth he gave an enormously effective rendition, even though he couldn't remember his lines. This time, a human cue card in the person of Tarita was utilized. The camera was shooting over the back of her head, and Marlon was supposed to murmur a couple of words in Tahitian as he died. As Ridgeway Callow recalled, "We got a grease pencil and wrote the words on Tarita's forehead."