PAUL BRYAN'S JOURNAL
From the diary about this episode:
Note on Anomalies in “A Girl Named Sorrow”:
1. Israeli agents capture a man, but don't bind him, enabling him to kill them
2. Lisa goes after the Nazi war criminal with a gun, and wearing a swimsuit
3. She also dresses inappropriately, wearing white clothing when searching for someone
4. Paul spends three consecutive nights without sleep. Paul and Lisa spend two nights in near-desert conditions with no covering or warm clothing
5. A policeman stops Paul on a lonely road, driving for the border without lights. Either it is incongruous that police time would be wasted on such a lonely road, or he would have searched Paul's car for contraband
6. Paul and Lisa spend over 48 hours in the desert with only one canteen of water and no food
7. They run out in the open when pursuing a man with a shotgun. He does manage to hit them, but they remain fully exposed afterwards, and are not killed
8. Lisa's wound to her arm has absolutely no effect on her, and she is able to move and wave it with no difficulty
9. Another anomaly of sorts is the question why Lisa inveigled Paul into being in Arizona with her. If she required assistance, a trained Israeli agent would have been the appropriate party.
10. David Navan, who is killed in the capture attempt, later appears in an episode alive and well, referring to the Mannheim saga.
Owing to these, a dream sequence has been inserted to mirror the film action. ]
en route to Greece
Thursday - Friday, October 21 - 22
When I got into Phoenix, rang Eileen who said she felt up to going to Athens with me. Told her I wasn't yet sure whether I'd be leaving tomorrow or the next day, but would be by anon.
Dave Kafka, Lisa's soaring guru brought me out to his flying school, and I watched her glide. She looked to be making improvements, but Kafka said she wouldn't be ready for the competition I'd come to help her with.
It was a pleasant place to stay, anyway, and great to swim and relax by the private pool. I was certainly ready to unwind, and Lisa's company helps me to keep my mind on the present.
But how close unwinding was to unraveling!
Lisa started to act strangely, and when Kafka came back from town, she became extremely agitated, and I found her outside his window, holding a gun.
She gave me some thin explanation about Kafka being a wanted man, and said that he was about to make a getaway. Without her offering any more, I felt reluctant to get involved, but told her to wake me up if she needed me.
That night I had the most vivid dream that, as Pete had put in my mind, Lisa was an Israeli agent, and she was on the trail of a Nazi war criminal.
In the dream we followed him in the dead of night along a deserted road heading for the border until he shot at us and disabled our car. Lisa paid him an equal compliment and punctured his gas tank, so that all three of us were on foot from then on.
From that point, it became a “dream on a loop,” and everything kept repeating itself, with endless walking through desertified brush. Then Kafka was shooting at us, and then we'd keep going again.
At some point, we were both elephants being shot at by hunters in the jungle. Eventually, the dream just petered out when I found Kafka/the war criminal just dead against a rock, and woke up.
When I got up in the morning the whole complex was deserted. No sign of Kafka or Lisa, but a note from her in my pocket. It said “replacements arrived, but subject took poison.”
I could guess at what it meant, but never be quite sure. Maybe the answer was in my dream.
Rang Bumble, and she said she was ready to go. Her current Miss Smith picked me up at the flying school, and now Bumble and I are winging our way to Greece. It's a good feeling to be with her, a relief to find her so much like the love of my past.
Saturday, October 23
Arrived in Athens just in time to watch GB qualify at the front of the pack in the Attica Rally, followed by an emotional reunion between Pete and Bumble after 14 years.
Unfortunately, Carlos had a run in with a track official, and was disqualified from navigating.
I was spaced out from the flight, and it was too late to drive the entire course, but we patched a little of this, a little of that together, and I'll be in the navigator's seat tomorrow. Our last race of the European season.
Eileen wanted to rest before dinner, so Pete and I had a long session with a bottle of Scotch in his suite. He is so scrupulous about never asking me anything, but I always figure, that's because he can read me like a book without my divulging a thing. One man I NEVER play poker with!
But this time, he sat me down and asked whether Kate and I were still seeing each other, then admitted that June told him Kate was dating a man named Leo Coleman. Not George?
While the subject of women - those floating around the driving scene as well as the general psychological mystery that most are - is a frequent topic, we don't really speak of either Kate or June.
So I figured that my response line would suffice - that living on the road didn't suit a courtship. Who would understand that better? Outside of June, I've never seen Pete with the same girl twice.
But he just gave me The Look, and out came the whole story about Kate saying that she wanted to opt for a single existence, and how I had come so close to marrying Nicole.
“Serious stuff,” he said, and his grave tone, followed by silence, indicated understanding without prying questions, but brought us down to an even lower point.
Trying to redirect the subject, it seemed the best opportunity yet to quench my curiosity about his relationship with June Bradley.
“Oh, I don't know ….” he replied offhandedly, “I guess I'll marry her.” But then he emphasized she'd only learn of the news when his driving career was over.
Fascinated, I asked him when he'd made the decision, and he answered, about eight years ago, when she was 18, and had followed him to Hong Kong, suddenly a grown-up girl.
We also talked about Sicily, and I told him the whole story of the fright in the cave and the loving villagers. In between all this was race talk and plans for the future.
Pete gave a broad outline of our schedule for winter racing, and brought out a fat folder for me to study later. Not just appealing, but taking us to a higher level, and “by the way,” he announced almost sheepishly, we'd now call ourselves Gaffney Bryan.
“Sometimes it takes me a while to realize you're usually right,” he added. Then, before getting up to change for dinner, Pete said that he never asked questions beginning with “why,” and he never gave advice outside of driving.
So he wouldn't say that I should think about how crazy I was to lose Kate, or that I should do everything to get her back. A whole lot to think about.
And I always wonder how much Pete has deduced about my own situation. Since that first get-together in Bangkok, I've sensed that he saw through to the core of me.
The actress who was his date for dinner spoke only fragmented English, but Eileen's Greek got us through with lots of laughter at the table.
Afterwards I tried to study the maps for tomorrow, but lacked concentration, and figured I'd wake up in the middle of the night from jet lag anyway, so gave up for now, and left the material on the desk.
Lisa reacts dramatically to Kafka's tatoo
Kafka overcomes his attackers
Lisa overhears Kafka trying to get cash urgently
Lisa appeals to Paul to help her follow Kafka
They drive behind Kafka's truck with lights off
Lisa tells Paul about her life
Paul says that he might kill Mannheim himself
They follow Mannheim's footprints
They find Kafka's abandoned truck
Her gun pointing at him, Paul walks ahead of Lisa
Lisa is wounded when Mannheim shoots at them
Lisa screams at Paul in a frenzy
Jo Swerling Jr.
Director of Photography
John L. Russell A.S.C.
Carl Pingitore A.C.E.
John McCartey &
Color by Pathe
Editorial Dept. Head
David J. O'Connell
Costumes by Burton Miller
Paul is having a romance with Lisa Sorrow, and advising her as she practices gliding over Juan les Pins in France, and they proceed to Arizona where Dave Kafka runs a flying school.
Kafka is unimpressed with Lisa's gliding, and says she won't be good enough to enter a meet the following week.
When she reacts strongly to the concentration camp tattoo on Kafka's arm, Paul remarkss about it.
In the evening Lisa makes a phone call, and gives a coded message.
When he goes to town, Kafka is attacked by two men and abducted. However, Kafka has a gun, and as they are driving along,
he overcomes his attackers, and kills them, then shoots a tramp who accidentally sees him disposing of the bodies.
When she sees Kafka return the next day, Lisa becomes very agitated.
Paul asks if there is anything he can do, but she says that she just wants to lie down in her room. There, she makes another phone call, and says that units sent didn't work, and need to be replaced. She takes a gun from her suitcase, and goes outside.
Lisa sneaks up to Kafka's window, and discovers him making a call, trying desperately to get a loan on the hotel, even accepting a high interest rate on the free-and-clear property if he can get the money in cash tomorrow or the next day from the lender.
However, Paul observes Lisa eavesdropping, and takes her inside, telling her to put away her gun.
Paul asks her what's going on between herself and Kafka, but she refuses to say.
Then he asks her how much of the eager girl in France, dying to learn to soar, was real.
She replies that, as far as Paul was concerned, all of her - that was genuine, even if the enthusiasm for gliding was a lie.
Paul suggests calling the police, but she says that won't work, that Kafka is about to make a run for it. Paul remains puzzled, and questions who would put Lisa to go after this wanted criminal. She explains that she was only to observe and report, but Kafka had become suspicious, and she needed to find out where he went, so Paul starts walking into the nearest town to buy or rent a car, since neither have transport.
Kafka apparently gets his money, and sets off in his truck after nightfall, with Lisa and Paul driving behind him at a safe distance, without lights.
However, a policeman spots them, and issues Paul a ticket for driving without lights. Despite the delay, they remain on Kafka's trail, as he's not turned off, but continued on the same straight road.
All they need to do is drive a little faster now.
Then, all of a sudden, shots ring out. They are not hit, but their radiator is disabled. Lisa jumps out of the car and fires three shots, each one accurately hitting Kafka's fuel tank.
Now, all parties have to proceed on foot.
As they've been shot at, the time has come for Lisa to do some explaining about herself and Kafka.
She removes her bracelet and reveals a concentration camp tattoo from the time she was three years old. Her father was executed, and after the War, her mother, who'd survived the camps, simply died.
Lisa grew up in Israel, went into the army, and eventually received the assignment to follow Kafka whom she reveals to be a notorious Nazi official. Paul is clearly struck when he hears the name.
Lisa explains that the real name of the man they are tracking is Ernst Mannheim, who created an identity for himself at the end of the war to make it seem like he too was a Holocaust victim, but the Israelis have tracked him down via his great passion for gliding.
Paul doesn't understand why they don't let American authorities arrest and try him, but Lisa says that the United States would merely extradite Mannheim to Germany, “who would not sentence him to death,” Paul adds with understanding.
Paul adds with passion, “because I'm not one of you doesn't mean that I don't feel the same. He probably should be tried in Israel, but I can't help you kidnap him, and I can't let you go after him alone, so I'm going to help you all I can - to find him, and turn him over to the American authorities - if I can resist the urge to kill him myself.”
They search the barren brush landscape, and eventually find the abandoned truck. But Lisa then hits Paul on the head, and takes the gun from him, telling him to let her go on alone while he walks in the other direction as far as she can see him. She says Ernst Mannheim is about history, and it would be better to let him get away than to kill him, because the Israelis would catch up with him again later.
But Paul refuses to leave her, and so he goes on ahead of her at gunpoint, and she says she'll still shoot him if need be. They eventually find Mannheim's tracks which indicate he is not far ahead of them, Paul leading the way.
Then, suddenly, shots ring out. Lisa suffers a minor flesh wound, and Paul rips his shirt to dress it, as she surmises Mannheim must be desperate for water, or he wouldn't have stopped.
After giving her some water, Paul gently takes the gun from Lisa, and she begs, that no matter what happens, Paul shouldn't kill Mannheim. Paul carefully maneuvers in the direction the shots came. Lisa follows at a distance. Then more shots ring out.
But what Paul discovers is Manheim dead with the rifle in his hand. Lisa goes into a frenzy of anger, screaming and lashing out at Paul with her fists.
He subdues her and points out that he did not kill Mannheim as she has surmised.
Paul says that Mannheim apparently died of natural causes, possibly from exhaustion or lack of water. But Lisa is crestfallen not to bring the man to justice, and leaves the scene in despair.
There may have been the possibility of a good story here, but it certainly failed in the execution. This tale is full of the irrational with so many disbelieving whys. Why would the Israelis put someone so obviously from their nation on the trail of the Nazi war criminal.
Why wasn't Lisa's partner another from the team, and not stranger Paul? Why didn't she have a car? Why didn't Mannheim simply hide behind his truck and shoot Paul and Lisa when they came into view?
How could Lisa possibly hope to keep on Mannheim's trail? How could they survive in the desert-like environment with so little water. After a day trudging in the sun, neither looked worse for wear, including Paul's sportsjacket.
The holes in the story are too numerous to detail
That Mannheim died of natural causes seemed unlikely, the way the body was, especially since, only a couple minutes before, he'd fired his rifle. More likely, he took some kind of suicide capsule.
When Run For Your Life gets into wide open spaces (as “Our Man in Limbo”), it's unrealistic locations and props let it down seriously.