PAUL BRYAN'S JOURNAL
From the diary about this episode:
Wednesday - Thursday, February 2 - 3
After the desperate circumstances which shrouded my first visit, was on top of the world when a delegation led by the Mayor of Vabocelli met us at the airport.
Surprised but pleased to see Tonio by his side, and we embraced one another warmly. Though I'd really not expected anything to come from my suggestion that the Mayor look after him, the idea had turned into a full-blown job for Tonio, apparently quite transformed from farmer to civil servant.
However, for all his good fortune, he remained the same melancholy individual, the black armband a constant reminder to me of the losses he had suffered just four months ago.
All the families of the village were so welcoming to us. Though her text book Italian just about got her by, or maybe because of it, they all loved Katie on sight.
The fact that her own mother was 100% Italian (though Alice's family goes back many generations in America) delighted everyone no end.
Kate was made a guest in a different house for propriety's sake, but this didn't dim the most wonderful memories I could cherish. It has meant so much for me to be here in such different circumstances, and especially to fulfill my promise to return for a proper visit.
Walking through the beautiful terrain together this afternoon, Katie was very emotional about the closeness of the families, lamenting the problems of her own, then told me that Molly is not only still seeing Alex Ryder, but that it appears to be serious.
I was dumbfounded. With all of Molly's erratic behavior, I had to expect her taste in men to be questionable, but Alex? We'd thought the relationship with him wouldn't be more than an inconsequential fling.
I'd have more thought she'd fall under the spell of someone like Ramon. Alex is such a jerk. I hardly knew him in the semester he had at Stanford, and always wondered how he got in.
When I asked Kate if she thought I should talk to Molly, my dear one just rolled her eyes, and said that she thinks the situation is hopeless. One thing I know is that it will certainly lead to trouble, not just for Molly, but surely Katie too.
Vabocelli - Tunis
Friday, February 4
Joined by a number of people from Vabocelli, we flew to Tunis for the Maghreb Grand Prix, and Pete and I made a good start in preliminary qualifying - second and eighth.
I'd never have believed myself able to handle the car at this standard so quickly, but it's really happening!
Rather than socializing with the racing crowd, Kate and I spent our time with the Mayor, Tonio and other villagers, and they expressed great fascination with this country so close to their shores.
Saturday, February 5
Was a little worried about my performance in morning practice, but nevertheless, was able to qualify sixth, with Pete in second.
Rhona revealed that Rachel had rung her, suggesting that they get together for lunch next week, so things are moving in the right direction.
Sunday, February 6
Pete came in second, and I was able to hold on to sixth place at the finish line. He took off for Madeira to meet June right after the race, and Kate and I got together with Rhona and Clive for a glass of mint tea at a very elegant place, and rolled some local dice to see who would drive with him on the island.
Though on a roll myself, was willing enough to see Clive take it, as the continuing interest of this couple is what just might help us achieve my goal of getting Pete back into Formula 1, so I went on to suggest that Clive take the drive in Florida too.
When our guests from Vabocelli returned to the hotel with us, there was a message from Marcella which cut right through me. Garret Hamilton arrested for murdering his wife and her lover.
Kate and I decided that it made the most sense for her to go back to Sicily rather than fly with me to San Francisco, so I left her safe in the hands of the Vabocellese. and booked the first flight to California.
Monday, February 7
Marcella picked me up at the airport, and drove to the Court House where everything was quiet. Judge Watson was in his chambers going over the testimony, and Garrett and Ralph were just waiting around.
Tried to find a way of showing sympathy to Garrett for the loss of his wife, but the manner of her death, and he being held for it, made it difficult. But Garrett didn't seem to notice my awkwardness. He was like a zombie.
We thought that the judge would extend the adjournment until tomorrow, but at the last moment, came out with a decision of no probable cause, based on inconclusive evidence.
Ralph was triumphant, I relieved and emotional to see Garrett free, but he himself didn't seem to care one way or another.
Am a little more understanding nowadays when someone says that they want to be alone, and let him go home on his own without a celebration, then came here to the firm suite at the Fairmont where Marcella had left my bags.
Tuesday, February 8
Going to bed with the idea I'd be able to fly back today, I've been plunged into hard reality like being thrown into a pool of ice water.
Was asleep only a short while when reception broke my no-calls order to put through Ralph Phillips with the news that Garrett had shot himself in the head. By some miracle, he was still alive, but just barely.
After some while at the hospital, was finally convinced that his condition was stable enough, and too wide awake to go back to bed, headed from the hospital over to see Jim Seaborne, to find if he knew anything about the Greenley-Hamilton murders.
Jim's first move was to ask me to look at some mug shots. The SFPD are determined to press a case against Phil Colby for hiring thugs who held a detective at gunpoint.
After Bill Dagen's identifying all four men, they were picked up, and quickly named Colby as the man who hired them. From the random photos Jim showed me, I had no problem rapidly picking out the three who assaulted Dagen, but didn't really get a look at the one with the gun on Jim's surveillance man.
Then Jim surprised me by bringing up the Greenley-Hamilton murders himself - completely convinced that Garrett is guilty, and that the attempted suicide as much as proves that.
We went to a restaurant and discussed the matter with neither of us moving an inch in opinion, in Jim's case, because Garrett's actions were so out of character the weekend of the murder.
Ever since he bought the Sea Farm from me, Garret has spent most of his free time sailing in the bay, then suddenly, on the weekend of the murders, went inland to a fishing resort, too far from an airport to give him opportunity.
That is the alibi which got him off, but Jim pointed out that several people heard a plane in the vicinity of a nearby dry lake bed - affording the possibility that Garrett flew back into town and committed the murders.
Jim refuses to re-open the case, and the lingering doubt that Garrett merely got away with murder will surely cause him to try suicide again - if he recovers.
I can't just stand aside, and think it might be worth stirring something with Greenley's widow - maybe make her nervous. After a couple hours sleep, went over to see her.
There was nothing I could really fix on from our conversation, but after I left, the finger of suspicion was definitely raised, as a car followed me when I drove from her house.
Jim got me the owner's name and address, so I made a plan to follow him in the evening. Next called Gene Mason for an appointment tomorrow afternoon, and was hoping he couldn't accommodate me, but his answer was no problem, and he was glad I was reporting back in February as he'd asked.
The lack of sleep mercifully took its toll, and I got up at 7 pm, and - in a new car - went over to the home of Jim Hammack - maybe the boyfriend of Alita Greenley, and followed him to a rock club.
Sitting here in the dark, writing up the notes of this day, and if there's no sign by 4 am from Hammack and the girl he brought home, I'll go back to the hotel and get some sleep.
Wednesday, February 9
Writing this up in Gene Mason's office during interminable waiting periods.
Visited Alita Greenley again, and reported on Hammack's overnight guest, but she said the information was of no interest, since she claimed not to know the man.
Told her I hadn't been suspicious yesterday, but was now. Tonight am planning to look around Hammack's house. Really think he is a key to something.
Probably not the best shape to be in, I went through the battery of tests in much the same zombie condition Garrett was in after the hearing.
Gene said the January results had shown me picking up something new, possibly from Central America, but no change in the “main situation.”
Jim arranged for me to see Dagen, and I was both shocked and horrified to observe the transformation in the man. The wise-cracking, imp had turned into something virtually catatonic.
He barely seemed to notice my presence, and said almost nothing, save a grunt when our eyes met only once during my visit. Though I talked about the likelihood of Colby's being prosecuted, he appeared indifferent.
Thursday, February 10
Hoping to help Garrett, and not really caring what might happen to me, broke into Hammack's house last night. Got caught and knocked out twice for my pains, but have definitely found a connection between the musician and Alita Greenly.
One, he is a pilot, and two, her number was jotted on his phone book. Fair play to Jim, he took this as new evidence, and had Hammack's house gone over with a fine tooth comb, but the phone book was changed and not a sign of the grass he had in the house the night before.
Hammack was brought in and questioned, but Jim had to release him, and warned me that the musician was threatening to press breaking and entering charges against me.
At least one piece of bright news. Garrett is much better, and the doctors feel sure that he'll pull through. Whether it's the lack of sleep or my concern for Garrett, encouraged by the improvement, I disregarded Jim's admonitions, and went ahead and leaned on Hammack again.
This time, tried the carrot instead of the stick, saying that if he came to my hotel, I could give him $25,000 and a promise of immunity. With this new ingredient in the mix, went back to Alita, and mentioned Hammack's arrest and the fact he was still under investigation.
She didn't bat an eyelash. Floundering, I played what has to be my last card, and got her to come over to the hotel and listen in to my conversation with Hammack.
Though he appeared to show interest for a split second in the money and immunity for declaring he was alone in the plane that flew to Diamond Lake, Hammock didn't really nibble the carrot, and said that he had no need of immunity because he had no part in the murders.
He denied knowing Alita, but said that, from what he'd seen of her in the papers, she wouldn't be his type - even called her “that Greenley thing.”
Referring to the blonde who was with him when the police raided the house in the morning, Hammack stated she was the kind of girl he liked.
Cool as a cucumber, he departed then, and Alita came out of the bedroom splashing me with the drink I'd given her. May have stirred something up, but not enough.
en route to Italy
Friday, February 11
Jim promised to reopen the case if there was any new evidence, and figured that's all I could expect. With Garrett out of danger, decided to go back to meet Kate in Sicily.
Seeing this once blooming and active man bandaged and crumpled in a hospital bed was disheartening, but hearing Garrett say that he couldn't live with the idea everyone thought him a murderer was worse.
Not having broken the case, I hadn't helped him at all, but before leaving the hospital, tried to explain, best I could, that one could learn to live with anything if one tried.
Then came the zinger phone call from Jim as I was about to board the plane. Hammack had been stabbed to death, and there was a warrant out for Alita. I only hope that this will be the solution to Garrett's psychological if not physical problems.
Saturday, February 12
One last toast to my good friends in Vabocelli, and Katie and I flew to Switzerland where we got news that Pete and Clive were second and third on the Madeira grid.
We made the beautiful train journey to Zermatt, and got the same gigantic room I had last July, overlooking the meadow, everything now covered in white.
Sunday, February 13
The Mastin out-performed itself, and Pete and Clive finished one-two. Much as I'd like to be in Madeira, breathing in this iced champagne atmosphere with Katie on our balcony is a terrific tonic. We can hardly believe we're here, just the two of us alone.
The comparison between our stay at the bare-bones “resort” on the Albanian border and this snow paradise that offers Everything simply cannot be made. And the difference in our emotional state, obviously Kate's especially, is like winter and summer.
This gentle, inviting place has welcomed us with enough warmth to melt a mountain of snow, and sitting here by the fireplace in our room, Katie mixing a toddy to insulate us before going out to dinner, I couldn't feel better.
Monday, February 14
Snuck out this morning to buy a striking piece of jewelry we spotted out strolling after dinner last night. Snow covered mountains of diamonds against a lapis sky on a gold-bordered square.
Many times beyond what I could afford to steal from my Formula 1 funds, but I wanted Kate to have something that special to remember this Valentine's Day we shared.
Long conversation with Clive and Rhona about the weekend. Not only did Rachel meet Rhona in London last week, but she was on hand at Madeira as well, and has asked the Darrells to draw up an investment plan for the road racer.
I don't think that they expected to be anywhere so near to going into production this soon - just raising the Mastin profile, so Clive's vibes, even on the phone, were electric.
Tuesday, February 15
We wandered around a bookshop after lunch, and Kate spotted a copy of La Tristesse des Temps Heureux, asking me if I minded her reading it. What could I say?
Looked at Nicole's picture on the back, and felt the same depth of emotion as before, but my anger over the manner of her departure seemed only to have grown into a kind of malice.
But then, if she hadn't done me the lefthanded favor, Katie and I wouldn't be together now. And would Nicole and I have really lasted with her capricious nature? With her uncompromisingly self-certain thinking?
When we went back to our room to change into skiing clothes, Kate put the book in her luggage, and didn't bring it out again. And with that, all my thoughts of Nicole dissolved away.
Wednesday - Thursday, February 16 - 17
I can't believe how swiftly this time has passed - like the blink of an eye - and yet, with enough intimate memories to treasure for a real lifetime. The skiing, tobogganing, sleigh rides, and just having winter fun has fulfilled a vision I had the first time I saw snow. Zermat with someone I loved.
Paul says he believes Garrett to be innocent
Jim says the case is closed
Paul questions Alita Greenley
Jim Seaborne provides the name of the man following Paul
Paul tells Alita about following Hammack and the girl
Tweed and Hammock watch Paul waking
Jim calls for a search warrant on Hammack's house
Jim and Paul examine the new phone book
Paul tells Alita that Hammack has been arrested
Paul suggests that Alita listens in
Hammock considers Paul's offer
Alita listens to Hammack and Paul
Hammack bids Paul a glib farewell
Jim bids Paul good luck
Paul says he knows what Garrett's gone through
Paul tells of the longest night of his life
Paul wishes Garrett well
Paul has returned to San Francisco to support an old friend, Garrett Hamilton, accused of murdering his wife and her lover. He escapes indictment at a preliminary hearing, but with his reputation nevertheless in tatters, that night he attempts suicide.
Paul rushes to the hospital, but it looks like there's a chance that Garrett will survive, and at midnight, Paul goes to talk about the case with his old friend on the San Francisco police force, Lieutenant Jim Seabourne.
They go out for a late night meal, and talk about the case.
While Jim is still convinced that Garret is guilty, Paul believes that to be impossible.
Jim points out that Garrett went off to a lake fishing the weekend of the murders, something everyone considered uncharacteristic, and although this gave him a sort of alibi, at least a dozen people heard a plane taking off and landing in the area at 10 pm and 2:30 am, and a dry lake would have accommodated such a flight that coincided with the time of the killings.
Jim explains that the reason they couldn't indict Garrett was that they couldn't connect him with the stolen plane that was probably used for the flight.
Though Jim declares the case to be closed because there's no place to go with it, Paul wants to look into it, and find holes in the theory that Garrett was guilty, but clever enough to get away with the crime. Otherwise, Paul theorizes, his friend will try to kill himself again. Knowing of Paul's illness, Jim says it's not worth his time, but admits that the lover's estranged wife might be a place to start.
Alita Greenley knew about her husband's affair with Garret's wife, but was ambivalent, as the couple only stayed married for financial reasons.
When Paul visits her, everything she says sounds reasonable, but she admits being suspicious of him, and is not terribly cooperative as a result.
When Alita leaves the room to answer a phone call, Paul looks around and notes an aviation magazine, but when she returns, Alita says that she didn't like flying, but her husband was a pilot.
Though Paul leaves with no particular suspicions, his object had not been to obtain information, but to make Alita Greenley nervous, and the tactics appear to have worked, as Paul's car is followed after he leaves the Greenley home.
He reports this to Jim Seaborne who gives him the name of the driver, and after changing his rental car, Paul tails the man who'd been following him, Jim Hammack.
After the musician went to a rock club, he took a girl home, and Paul waited until 4 am before driving away to see if she left.
The next day he goes to see Alicia again. He describes his activities of the previous evening, but she denies knowing Hammack or that she had Paul followed. She threatens to call the police if Paul bothers her again, and he tells Alita that when he left her house the previous day, he had no suspicions, but since being followed, he now knows he's going in the right direction with the investigation. That night he breaks into Hammack's house, and sees Alita's number written on the cover of the phone book. But Hammack and fellow musician Tweed Murcott have heard him moving about downstairs, and knock him out.
When Paul regains consciousness, in a marijuana-induced friendliness, Hammack quizzes him about being in the house, but denies having followed him the previous day.
He does, however, threaten Paul with a breaking-and-entering charge, but Paul maintains that Hammack probably won't go to the police, as they are looking for a licensed pilot in the Greenley-Hamilton murder investigation. Hammack states that there are a half million licensed pilots in the country, and continues to deny Paul's accusations, but says the only reason he won't report him is the drugs in the house.
When he asks how Paul knew he was a pilot, Paul answers that he didn't, but Hammack confirmed his hunch. Angered by this, Hammack starts to strike Paul who fights back, but after a bit of a brawl, ends up unconscious on the floor again.
When Paul takes his findings to Jim about the man who followed him being a pilot, Jim proposes Hammack might have been hired by Garrett to facilitate the murders.
But when Paul mentions Alita's number on Hammack's phone book, Jim applies for arrest and search warrants.
But when Paul and Jim arrive at Hammack's home, not only has the phone book been replaced, but all trace of drugs are gone from the house. Hammack protests that it is Paul who should be arrested, but Jim brings him in for questioning.
Paul visits the hospital, and learns that Garrett's condition is much improved. Jim reaches Paul there and advises that, not only was he unable to find any grounds to hold Hammack, but the musician is threatening to file a breaking-and-entering charge against Paul, so he probably shouldn't lean too heavily on Hammack.
So he goes back to Alita Greenly, and tells her that Hammack had been arrested, adding that the police know that he has a pilot's license and no alibi for the night of the murder.
When Alita again denies knowing Hammack, Paul tells her that, although the musician has been released, he's still under investigation, and has agreed to come to Paul's hotel over an offer of money for information.
Alita doesn't see why Hammack would implicate himself, but Paul tells her that he might implicate her.
She should therefore come and hear what the musician says, because she might be in a position to turn evidence against him and get clemency for herself.
Alita says that if she goes with Paul, it's a virtual admission of guilt, but he replies that he already thinks that she's guilty. In the end she agrees to go with him as a lark, and out of curiosity over what he's up to.
As Alita listens in the bedroom, Hammack displays disinterest when Paul says that he's a suspect in the murder investigation.
Paul says that he can offer him both immunity and $25,000 for evidence that there was no one else in the plane he flew to Diamond Lake, that he made the flight to frame Garret Hamilton, and protect the person who killed his wife and her lover.
Hammack appears to be considering the proposition seriously, and Alita looks more nervous as she senses this.
But then Hammack laughs loudly, and says that he was not involved in the killing, and even if he were, he'd be a fool to fall for Paul's ploy.
He says that he doesn't go around killing people, nor would he get involved with someone like Alita, whom he refers to as “that Greenley thing.” Paul jumps on the remark as an admission that Hammack knows Alita, but he says that he only saw her picture in the newspaper.
Hammack goes on to deride Alita's type and her lifestyle, and refers to the blonde that Paul saw him with as what was his type of chick.
He leaves, and Alita re-enters the living room of the suite.
She asks Paul caustically if there is anything that he does well, and declares that he's desperate, but Paul says that Hammack is too clever to make a deal at this stage, but says that he'll return when the police start putting pressure on him.
Alita threatens that she'll definitely get Paul arrested if he bothers her again, and splashes him with the drink he'd given her as she leaves.
Paul goes to bid a farewell to Jim who says that he'd re-open the case if there were anything more to go on.
Paul tells Jim that he's leaving for London later in the day after paying a visit to Garrett who is expected to recover completely.
At the hospital Garrett remains in despair over how the frame up has ruined his good reputation, and Paul tells him that he's discovered that the murders were committed by Alita Greenley and her boyfriend.
He admits that there's no evidence yet, but that the police are prepared to re-open the case.
Garrett understands that the situation is still not hopeful, and wonders how he's going to be able to go on living when everyone believes him to be a killer.
But Paul tells him that he can learn to live with anything, if he just gives it some time, and when Garrett turns away dubious, Paul adds that he's been there, and knows what he's talking about. Garrett asks him what he means, and Paul says that a little over a year earlier, something had happened that made him wonder whether it was worth going on living, and that he spent a whole night with a loaded .38 revolver in his hand.
“It was the longest night in my life,” he admits, and Garrett is amazed that Paul never told him.
“I never told anyone,” Paul replies. Garrett wants to know what happened, but Paul says that it doesn't matter now, because he never used the gun, and he thanks God ever since that he didn't.
Paul tells Garrett that he was in too much of a hurry when he made the suicide attempt, and Garrett, dejected, says that Paul makes it sound so easy to give oneself time.
Paul responds that it isn't easy, but there is more to Garrett than just what people think of him, and Paul thinks there's a lot more. “Time is the answer,” he adds, “no matter how hard it is to live it out.”
He leaves then, and as he is waiting to board his flight to London, Jim calls from Hammack's house to tell Paul that the musician is dead, stabbed by a knife from his kitchen, and there is an arrest warrant out for Alita Greenley. Jim says that he needs to apologize, but Paul tells Jim to make it to Garrett Hamilton.
Notes & Comments:
Unfortunately, a total emptiness.
Director of Photography
David Eric Rawlins
John McCartey &
Robert C. Bradfield
Earl Crain Jr.
Color by Technicolor
Editorial Dept. Head
Costume by Burton Miller
Assistant to Producer
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