PAUL BRYAN'S JOURNAL
From the diary about this episode:
The extreme violence that occurs in this episode is best portrayed as a nightmare.
Saturday, February 26
In the morning, the Darrells (staying at Rhona's own home nearby) arrived for a meeting with Rachel, and Pete put the $300,000 question to her. No hugs or peck on the cheek this time, rather a request for a business plan instead.
Rachel hasn't yet committed to the Mastin road car project, but she openly admitted that she was close, and the two investments would definitely complement one another.
She then promised an answer by the first of March, pending (by the end of the session, it had turned into) “something on paper” from the team.
Pete's ambivalent philosophy was that we could either get someone else to take Rachel's share, or limit ourselves to four partners each putting up more money.
Now, all we need is a good showing in the next eight races to turn the preliminary approval into full-blown Formula 1 status. Pete's front spot on the grid is a good start towards that, with my fourth place keeping me credible.
And Miss Beaumont is proving to be a most attractive companion for the weekend! Got chatting with her father, and learned that he's surprising his family with a week at Montenaro.
Admitted I always dreamed of visiting the exclusive ski resort, and he said they had reservations for four, but learned today that Laura's brother won't be joining them, so I was “welcome along.”
With Clive taking the Algarve and Florida drives, I'll be able to fulfill two dreams - not only Montenaro, but a transatlantic crossing as well!
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.
Pete managed to turn his pole into victory, and I held on to fourth, having to pinch myself that I'm doing this well. It's the brilliant Mastin, of course, the genius of Clive and Rudy making me look good.
Unfortunately, at the end of the race, a telegram was awaiting me - not one of congratulations, but a summons from Ben du Pres, to come urgently, if I were available.
Well, I had made that deal with the firm. Thinking that it might be an interesting legal diversion, I rang Ben, but was disappointed to hear him say that it was Miles Prentice who wanted me to help on a personal project, but that Ben had committed me as part of our partnership contract.
Not a champagne moment, to say the least, and I was only able to partially celebrate our victory - with the lovely Laura on my arm - before leaving at midnight. Pete, however, was flying the Gaffney-Bryan flag quite gallantly when I left the last party.
Monday, February 28
Katie's arrival back from Arizona at SFO coincided with mine, so she drove me over to Miles' house after we first visited Garrett. He's doing well at home, and his spirits were good, if not vastly improved.
While that cheered both of us I felt heavily hung over, not so much from the drink of last night, but being dragged away in the middle of our victory celebrations. So I was in a bad mood, no matter what Miles wanted.
Of course, the unexpected chance to see Kate helped no end, but I still felt plenty cross. As it was, Miles' request was the silliest thing I could imagine - to go searching for his daughter Sara, who's apparently lost herself in the hippie world of Haite Ashbury.
Told Miles something that, as a top criminal lawyer, he knows damned well himself, that this is a job for a proper private detective, but he was adamant that he wanted it to be done as if by a family member, and virtually brought out a list of all the favors I owe him - which, of course, are many.
Went back to Katie's for a bite, and she offered to drive me around, and try and turn it into fun, but search as we might - even with her dressed in her best gypsy garb with long hair flowing, we were just two over-30s who would never get a word from the wall that built up around the place.
Reported back to Miles, but he turned around and asked me to go and look in Los Angeles. Katie said that she was game, so we're making the quick hop, and will at least have a night at the Century Plaza.
Tuesday, March 1
We searched around Melrose Avenue and other such places without success. Admittedly, I was just going through the motions, enjoying a bit of a lark with my hippie Kate.
I didn't like the idea of her looking on her own, but she said there was no problem, and she might have better success alone, so why not try, as long as I had other things to do.
Since Gene Mason had asked me to consult a specialist from the Middle East who is spending six weeks at the UCLA Medical Center, I took the opportunity to see him, and was able to get a walk-in appointment.
No more pleasant than a session with Mason, but Dr. Hajib, who had already looked at all my records, said that he was interested in the numerous bugs my failing immune system was letting in, and wanted to keep in touch with my “progress.”
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.
Wednesday, March 2
Had the most horrible dream, that left Katie almost as upset as I was. In it I'd seen a message for a girl named Saro Jane in one of the bulletin board papers around the hippie area, and tried to find the man who placed it.
The next thing, I was beaten up by a bunch of thugs who said I was going to die if I didn't give them the information they wanted. When they looked at the picture I was carrying, it wasn't “Saro Jane” but an ELEPHANT!
They dumped me then, and after going to the police about the assault, I was taken to the morgue to see the body of this Saro Jane. It wasn't Miles' daughter - but the drawer next to her had the name Paul Bryan on it, and I woke up screaming.
Unfortunately, having to give her class at Cal today, I was on my own after breakfast, keen to wind this thing up, having at least given the time to it Miles requested.
While trying at a police station, in poured a loud crowd of hippie types - in the middle of which was none other than Miss Sara Prentice! She was brought in on a pornography charge, and so I went in to catch her arraignment.
She'd apparently written a book of obscene poems, and at the lunch break, I approached her, and found that the little girl I'd met so long ago had turned into a remarkable young woman.
Journal continued in next column
Paul is asked to find Myles' daughter
The man at the newspaper is unhelpful
Paul is shown the body of Saro Jane in the morgue
Paul suggests they plan to kill Peralta
Sara turns on her charm to the judge
Sara convinces Paul to tell her father nothing
Paul asks about Sara's mother
After our chat, I'd nearly made up my mind to tell Miles that I was unable to find his daughter, even if all he wanted was to see her back in college.
Noticed in the afternoon session that the judge seemed nearly as mesmerized with Sara as I'd been.
She made dinner for me at her place, and though I urged her to let her father know where she was (though he'd never hear it from me), she impressed me that he'd have more peace of mind not knowing.
en route to Copenhagen
Thursday, March 3
In the morning the judge let Sara off, but told her she was a bad poet, and I headed back to San Francisco to inform Miles of my failed mission.
He talked about his late wife whom I remember as very much like Sara, and the way he spoke of the woman, I could see that he would never, never understand his daughter.
Katie drove me to the airport for the flight to Copenhagen, and we decided to cherish this unexpected interlude instead of regret our parting. But, of course we still did.
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Owing Myles Prentice many favors, Paul has been asked to search for the hippie daughter of his colleague who doesn't want to employ detectives to locate the girl. After he's crawled the streets of San Francisco's Haite Ashbury district, Miles asks Paul to go to Los Angeles. So he covers various hippie haunts in various areas, showing Sara's picture to many people. Then he sees a small advertisement mentioning the name Saro Jane, and remembering that Myles' daughter's full name was Sara Jane, checks with the newspaper.
Asking about the man named Clement mentioned in the ad, Paul gets a rude and unhelpful reaction at the newspaper, hearing that anyone could have placed the ad. But when Paul is gone, the man makes a phone call about his inquiry. Paul is then severely beaten by the henchmen of Clement, who wants to know why he's searching for Saro Jane. Paul says he's looking for Sara Jane Prentice on behalf of her father, and suggests Clement look at the picture of her. The photo is taken out of Paul's pocket, and when Clement studies it, he says it was a mistake, and tells his men to let Paul's body drop to the ground.
Reporting the assault to the police, Paul is shown the body of Saro Jane, a girl who'd been pushing heroin, and was probably also the victim of Clement.
The man is picked up, and Paul files an assault charge against him.
While Paul is at the police station a girl, complete with vocal entourage, is brought in on a pornography charge.
As soon as he sees her face, Paul knows that this is Sara Prentice, and goes to her arraignment hearing.
A man testifies about his opinion of the obscenity of a book written by Sara Prentice. that he found in his daughter's possession. During the break for lunch, Paul approaches his friend's daughter. He tells her that he's come on behalf of her father, and they go for a walk. The two hit it off well, Sara gushing about Paul's eyes being kind, and he suggesting that her father would be happy to see her in school.
So enchanted is Paul with Sara, at the end of their chat, he goes so far as to say that the reason he had been unable to find her was that he was looking for the wrong girl.
In the afternoon Sara's attorney cross examines the man who found her book of poems so prurient, and in legal definitions, manages to refute Windom's testimony
Sara then takes the stand calling herself Lavender, does little to defend her case, and makes personal remarks to the Assistant District Attorney without a word of challenge from the judge, who like Paul, seems mesmerized by her.
That evening Sara makes dinner for Paul at her home. He is now completely ready to go along with anything she says.
While he urges her to meet her father, and ease his mind, Sara believes that the less her father knows about how she lives, the more peace of mind he will have, and despite all Paul has expended in terms of time and pain in the commission Myles Prentice gave him, he agrees not to tell her father that he was able to locate her. And she goes on about the beauty of Paul's eyes,
The next day, the judge hands down his decision, finding no grounds to charge Sara on pornography charges, but he does tell her that she's a bad poet.
Paul flies back to San Francisco, and tells Myles that he was unable to find Sara, then asks about her mother who committed suicide when Sara was a little girl. Myles' description of his wife matches the free spirit that Paul found in her daughter, and as he listens to Myles malign her odd and artistic inclinations, Paul feels certain that like her mother, Sara would never be understood by Myles Prentice. Paul advises Myles not to employ detectives to locate Sara, saying that, from his experience, he learned that the young people live in a world that brings up barriers as soon as someone from outside tries to break in.
Notes & Comments:
Another sadistic beating is not the least of the ills of this episode in which absolutely nothing happens.
Jo Swerling Jr.
Director of Photography
Walter Strenge A.S.C.
John McCartey &
Robert C. Bradfield
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Editorial Dept. Head
Costume by Burton Miller