PAUL BRYAN'S JOURNAL
From the diary about this episode:
beginning before his Mardi Gras trip to New Orleans on Cyprus where a big Formula 1 announcement is made,
Friday, February 18
What a contrast! From arctic temperatures to these balmy ones in a short flight. Pete had booked three small white villas overlooking the sea, and was already settled in one with June when we arrived, the Darrels gone to the track.
While Katie was unpacking and settling in, Pete and I sat down by the pool, and he presented me with one of the most exciting documents I've ever seen in my life - a letter from the FIA, announcing that the Gaffney-Bryan Mastin team was being considered for inclusion in the 1966 Formula 1 season.
He'd been holding the paper for days, waiting to show it to me in person, and the guilt I'd felt since drawing him into rallying from the exciting free-lance career he'd been enjoying at higher levels of motor sport vanished in a moment.
With eight more races to go before Monaco on May 22, we're going to have to find a way of coming up with over a million and a half just to run one car. Pete said that there was no way we were going to do this without accessing more investors. Even if Rhona could finance the team entirely, she neither would nor should.
Pete wants her to control less than 20% of the team, and anticipates five partners of which he wants me to be the largest share holder …. because he was reckoning on all the rest being women.
I was listening to my macho idol tell me that he was going cap in hand to his rich girlfriend (he already had), expected me to do the same, and counted on the given support of Rhona, and most likely, Rachel Pike - as an adjunct to promote her probable venture capital investment in the new Mastin road car which Clive expects to be available in prototype before the end of the Formula 1 season.
Told him that I'd rather HE asked Kate, and he shook his head and laughed at me, but said he would, then when she came out to see if we wanted anything, Pete said, “yes, Paul wants you to contribute 300,000 towards our Formula 1 team.”
She raced over and hugged us both, merely asking when we wanted the check. Later we went over to drive the car, and Pete made his Formula 1 announcement to Rhona and Clive, then casually approached Rhona with his financial proposal.
Her answer was simply to hug him with joy, and I figured this guy had to be one of the best fund raisers I'd ever met.
My bones warmed, got a chance to try out the Mastin with still more improvements. Rudy and Clive have even come up with “gimmicks” for my car to suit my driving style - “a trace wilder than Pete's” said Clive in his understated way.
Katie is beginning to thrive on the race atmosphere, and hung around the pits, which she didn't want to do when we had guests in Tunis. She always knew of my interest in the sport, but I certainly never realized the depth of hers!
Before dinner Pete and I got together again to talk about the Formula 1 venture in more detail, and he assured me that we were talking about legal matters well beyond what one man in London or anyone in San Francisco could handle, least of all me.
Pete recommended three names, one being the French firm we'd already broken bread with, and he indicated that we should meet the other two before deciding on who would represent the team.
Saturday, February 19
When I think back to the first time I met Pete Gaffney …. He was six and I was four. It was on his father's boat, and Pete was all decked out in a captain's suit, including the authorative-looking cap.
“I'm the first mate,” David Gaffney had advised my parents, and saluted his son, always referred to as Captain at home.
There weren't very many more memories until I was around 12, he this cool guy of 14 from the big city. All the years since, I've gone on admiring him as a person and then, as a driver of international reputation, but never, NEVER in my wildest dreams, thought a day like this would come.
OK, he had engine trouble, but I QUALIFIED TWO PLACES AHEAD OF HIM ON THE GRID. This is a night to celebrate the grandest moment my ego will ever have!!!
Sunday, February 20
Still having teething problems with the new additions to the car, Pete only managed third place, and I came in fifth. But what a weekend this has been.
London - New York
Monday, February 21
We had an excellent session with Cooper, Cadbury & Barnes, already comfortable with them from working with Bob Holcolm. They are a recognized Formula 1 law firm, and are still our number one choice to represent us at this higher level.
Pete and June are staying on in London, and drove us back to Heathrow, and I'm weighing the benefits of whether we should go with a UK law firm, as well as savoring with Kate the time we've been sharing.
She is as disappointed as I am about not sharing Mardi Gras with me, but we both knew at the start about her speaking commitment at the Las Vegas conference, so we're living with it, both of us exhilarated yet relaxed and refreshed from the best part of three beautiful weeks together.
I just look over at her, and have to believe what Bart has helped me to, that to know this kind of love makes me one of the luckiest men in the world, no matter what the future holds.
Tuesday, February 22
A year ago today I bought the ring, the event from which the subsequent and strange path my life has taken evolved. I wonder how wisely I've spent those 12 months, especially when I today pursue one of my more frivolous objectives.
It was always a life dream to be here for Mardi Gras, and everything I've seen so far has fulfilled and gone beyond my expectations. Now, I'm going to go out and dance in the streets with the rest of them.
Wednesday, February 23
Yesterday was a grand one in every way. The food, the people, the fun, the joie de vivre were like a hundred race weekends piled into one.
Remembering Kate's suggestion to “fall in love …. for the day,” I romanced a variety of women for a few minutes each as my steps took me through the crowded streets, and then met a girl who was completely fascinating.
She was the most unique combination of innocence and sophistication. Beautiful and much fun; though I didn't fall in love even a little, I found her companionship the perfect complement to Mardi Gras. We danced, dined, sang and swam in the Gulf, and I knew that I wanted to see her again.
However, when I went to pick her up for brunch this morning, she was gone. I was left holding the glass slipper, and decided it was just as well to get the original flight I'd booked for Las Vegas, to celebrate one year since our engagement - a night I would travel around the world to spend with Kate.
PAUL GOES ON TO LAS VEGAS TO MEET KATE ( READ: "The Frozen Image
"), BUT APRIL'S STORY RESUMES WHEN PAUL STAYS AT THE HAWAII HOME OF RACHEL PIKE
Honolulu - en route to San Francisco
Sunday, February 27
Relaxed on Rachel's beach in the morning with Laura and her friend Juanita, who treated me to a private lecture on social philosophy.
Laura was in stitches, and when she went into the house to get something, I picked up the society rag she'd left behind - just to see if that might get Juanita to stop talking.
It didn't, but in the magazine, I was fascinated to see a picture of the girl I'd met as “April” in New Orleans.
She was shown at a Hollywood Park race meeting with some socialite guy named Parquette, only her name was given as Allison Crain. Made a mental note to follow this up soon as an opportunity permitted.
Tuesday, March 1
After Westwood, headed over to Beverly Hills, keen to talk with this Parquette guy about my missing April - his Allison.
He wasn't much help, but said I wasn't the only one who'd seen the photo of him with the girl, and he gave me the address of a man in Montreal which I'll try and follow up on when the opportunity presents itself.
Met Kate back at the Century Plaza, and after a meal, we went out again. I was actually starting to enjoy myself, having to admit the searching was getting to be fun with her.
HAVING SOME TIME TO SPARE BETWEEN RACES A COUPLE WEEKS LATER, PAUL FLIES TO MONTREAL, AND THEN ON TO BOSTON
Journal continued in next column
Paul meets April at Mardi Gras in New Orleans
Paul seeks out another man who knew the girl
Margaret shyly asks Paul what they did in New Orleans
They meet again as strangers on a train
She reveals a little about her thinking
Paul demands answers from Mazinov
She struggles to get to the phone
Paul tells her that she is now safe
Monday, March 21
With three free days, and my mind focused on being back for the Bayou Grand Prix on Thursday, I flew to Montreal to see if Marcel Lambert could provide any information about the girl from Mardi Gras.
He said her name was Yvonne, and indicated that she was French-speaking, but when he mentioned a Massachusetts connection, I remembered the Boston dress shop label I'd commented on when handing April her jacket, so decided to try there.
Got a mid day flight to Boston, and when I showed the lady at the shop a photo of us together, she identified April as Margaret, and told me where she lived. It turned out to be a palatial mansion, but I saw April immediately upon arriving at the grounds.
However, it was clear that the girl didn't recognize me. Her family nevertheless invited me in, and when I told her parents I'd met their daughter at Mardi Gras as April, they explained that Margaret suffers from a multiple personality syndrome.
She'd go off, they didn't know where, transformed herself into someone else, and when her own personality somehow re-emerged, she'd come home. But it was obviously one nerve wracking time after another for mother and father both.
Because the opportunity had never presented itself to meet someone who'd been with their daughter during one of her episodes, they asked me if I'd talk to her psychiatrist, believing I might be some help in Margaret's treatment.
Then they told her about our meeting in New Orleans, and Margaret and I spoke for a while in the garden. She was very shy, incredibly different from the exuberant April, and I wanted to do all I could to help her.
The psychiatrist was able to see me this morning, so I took the train into Boston, and who did I meet on the way but Margaret in another new guise - Kathy. She as much as invited me to accompany her to New Orleans - a place she said she'd never been.
Dr. Mann encouraged me to go there with her, and perhaps help her wake from the dreams she's living through, so we got the first flight out.
To see if it might have any effect, I took her to one of the restaurants where we ate during Mardi Gras, and while I was away a moment buying cigarettes, an unsavory character approached our table, calling her Dorothy.
April/Kathy seemed more amused than anything, but the man had also mentioned Miami, and I remembered what Dr. Mann had said about a troubling experience Margaret appeared to have in Florida.
There was definitely a sense of threat now in the restaurant that had been so welcoming, so I got Margaret out of there, and took her for a hansom cab ride.
Though she was clearly unaware of anything being wrong, I still felt worried, and wanted to protect this little creature from any danger she might be in. After seeing Margaret to her room, went into the hotel bar for a drink.
Met a guy named Neil Trotter from Arkansas, both a fellow sailor and motor racing enthusiast. It turned out that we had a number of mutual acquaintances at the St. Francis Yacht Club, and we had a great chat.
When he left, the bartender confided that Neil was a Hot Springs aristocrat who had a whole engineering works in New Orleans to cater to a diverse range of hobbies.
Wednesday, March 23
A year since I first learned the diagnosis. But the tonic of “Kathy's” merry mood caught me in its spell, and when we went for a swim, both that day last March and the unpleasant scene caused by that man in the restaurant had disappeared from the front of my mind.
We spent a wonderful day exploring all the sights of New Orleans, and I even became oblivious to the practical reason for her being with me.
However, at one point in the evening, I spotted the man who'd spoken to Margaret last night, and got her back to the hotel as quickly as possible. My instincts told me to pursue him immediately. If I hadn't, Margaret might not be alive right now. It chills me to think of it.
Button-holed the guy in the alley outside the hotel, and learned that some hood from Miami had gone to Margaret's room. Rushing there, I caught him trying to smother her.
It was a thoroughly frightening experience, but I managed to subdue the man long enough for help to arrive, and the girl is now safe.
After the police and doctor left, I stayed with Margaret until his sedative put her to sleep. Apparently, she had witnessed the mobster kill someone in Miami, and he thought that she was going to blackmail him.
She didn't know her name, but remembered her home in Massachusetts, and I can only hope that this sweet girl will now find some help for the illness that is afflicting her mind.
For me, there is no help, but I've outlived the nine months, and now the year, still feeling good. I have to make whatever time is left count by bringing something positive into other people's lives, and today, I can be certain that I have.
Thursday, March 24
Margaret and I both made statements to the police, then her parents arrived, and I had a long call with Kate going over all that had happened. Clive picked me up in the afternoon, and we had a good testing session.
Enjoying Mardi Gras in New Orleans, Paul sees a girl he has to meet. They spend an evening together, dancing, drinking champagne and swimming, and he is thoroughly charmed. But all the while the young woman is being watched by a man in a Bugs Bunny costume, Leo Masinov, who phones a man named Von Rhine in Philadelphia to report on her whereabouts with sinister implications. Though Paul and the girl make a date for champagne brunch the next day, when he goes to her hotel in the morning, she has vanished.
Paul flies to Hawaii where he sees a photo in a newspaper of the same girl at a race meeting in Hollywood with Osborne Parquette III whom Paul seeks out. Parquette describes an enchanting time with her, but no knowledge beyond that, and says that the clipping also brought an inquiry about her from someone in Quebec. Paul goes to meet this man who calls her Yvonne, says she spoke mostly French, and was like a bird who approaches, beguiles, then flies away.
He makes a reference to her interest in Massachusetts, ringing a bell for Paul.
This information, combined with the name of a dress shop he remembers, brings Paul to a stately home where he learns that the girl's real name isn't April, but Margaret. The girl doesn't recognize him, but when he says that he met her in New Orleans, he is invited to meet her parents. The father explains that she is suffering from a multiple personality affliction, and they've been advised to let her move about as she wishes, as when she returns to herself, she always gets back home. The mother asks Paul if he might meet with Margaret's psychiatrist to see if he could be of help.
When Margaret meets him as a stranger, and asks what they did together, Paul gently puts her mind at rest. Paul gets on a train for Boston to talk to Dr. Mann about Margaret's condition, and she comes and sits alongside him, again a new person who's never met Paul before, calling herself Cathy. They decide to go to New Orleans together, a place she says she's never been, and when he discusses this possibility with the psychiatrist, Dr. Mann encourages Paul to try this to help her “wake from the dreams” she's lived through, especially the bad experience she'd appeared to have in Florida.
In New Orleans she is again spotted by Leo Mazinov who goes up to her, calling her Dorothy, and says that he'd like to make an agreement, and if not, implies a threat. She replies that her name is Cathy, and disregards him, and even appears amused. When she says that he was looking for Dorothy from Miami, Paul is disturbed. When they go for a hansom cab ride, she tries to dispel his worries, but Mazinov has contacted Von Rhine about her whereabouts. When they go swimming together, she tells Paul that success is based on thinking about where you want to be.
After they say goodnight, Paul goes to find Mazinov, and asks him why he's following her, and tells him that the girl he calls Dorothy has never been in Miami. In an alley, Paul gets rough with Mazinov, and finally discovers from him that Von Rhine has gone to kill her. He has snuck in to her hotel room, and tells her that their relationship from Miami can continue as it was, but that he needs an assurance from her that he is safe, and she won't reveal what she saw. When she denies knowing him or being Dorothy, he is heavy handed with her, but she says desperately that she doesn't know what he's talking about.
Von Rhine says he wants to know why she disappeared and never contacted him.
He says that he's wondering what she is after, quite earnestly attempting to discover if she plans to blackmail him.
Nothing she tells him will persuade Von Rhine, and he says that he knows she saw him commit a murder, and then becomes violent.
When she tries to reach for the phone, he picks up a pillow, and is about to smother her when Paul enters and stops him.
The police and a doctor are brought in, and when they leave, she tells Paul that she doesn't know her name, but that she can remember the murder that took place in Miami.
When Paul tells her it's all over, she asks if she can go home.
Paul calls her Margaret, asking where that is, and she says Springfield. He later returns there to speak with her parents, and learns that a prognosis for Margaret's recovery from the identity syndrome is good.
Notes & Comments:
A complex subject on its own, Margaret's identity disorder is complicated by the threat to her life, making the episode very tight paced.
In terms of production values, the addition of a repeated scrolling design (in the house gate, bedstead etc.) offered an arty note to tie the elements together, and the score especially worked well in creating extra tension.
Excellent performances by each member of the cast also made In Search of April an above-average episode for the first season.
Director of Photography
John L. Russell A.S.C.
Howard E. Johnson
Danford B. Greene
Thomas I. Schmidt
John McCartey &
James T. Porter
Color by Pathe
Editorial Dept. Head
David J. O'Connell
Costumes by Burton Miller
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