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My name is Thomas Vail, or at least it
was.

I'm a photographer.

I had it all. A wife, Alan, friends, a
career.

And in one moment it was all taken away.

All because of a single photograph.

I have it.

They want it.

And they will do anything to get the
negative.

I'm keeping this diary as proof that
these events are real.

I know they are.

They... Have to be.

There's an old song that talks about
taking one step forward, two steps back.

I never imagined it would one day sound
so prophetic.

But it seems to be the story of my life
right now.

Just when I seem to have gained an ally
on my journey, that ally was taken away

from me.

I still have the palm -top computer he
gave me.

Obviously, there's a chance that the
information in it has already been

compromised.

But there's also a chance that his death
might have protected the information.

That's the chance I'll have to take.

Claire Hillard was a reporter for the
Lexington Tribune.

It seems she received her press
clearance and was assigned to the sector

was stationed, four days before her
hidden agenda was taken.

I never met her when I was down there,
but we traveled in the same circles.

Maybe it was time for those circles to
intersect.

My mission was complicated by the fact
that I no longer even knew for sure just

where that photograph was taken or what
it was of.

Perhaps Claire could help confirm or
deny the authenticity of the events I

believed took place.

Yes? Hi.

I'm looking for Claire Hillard.

She's not here right now.

Oh, well, if there's any way I could get
a hold of her, it's kind of important.

Are you a friend of Claire's?

Well, we're old acquaintances. I haven't
seen her for many years. Well, I'm

sorry. I'm not going to be speaking with
her until she gets home from work.

Oh, well, if you just let me know where
she works, then maybe I could... I will

tell her you were here when she gets
home. Now, what is your name?

Robert.

Robert McMillan.

I'll tell her you stopped by. Listen,
I'm sorry.

I just got into town. I don't know
exactly where I'm staying. I thought

there's a place nearby. There is. A
motel a couple of miles down the road

here. Great. Okay.

If... Please, when you see her, just
please tell her to call me there.

I will give her the message.

It's important.

Since Claire didn't know Tom Vale from
Adam, I chose a name I thought she would

remember.

Robert McMillan was a reconnaissance
officer in charge of the press corps.

Every reporter had to go through him.

And how would you like to pay for this,
Mr.

McMillan? Cash.

Oh, my favorite color. Twenty dollars a
night.

You traveling alone, Robert?

Yeah.

Well, if you need anything, you let me
know.

You're looking for some entertainment.

Secretaries drink free every Wednesday
night at the White Eagle. It's just

around the corner.

A guy like you ought to be, like,
fishing with a shotgun.

That's 337. It's upstairs on the second
floor.

Okay. Thanks.

Don't get a cab going.

Thanks. You got it.

So, uh, just help myself with food up
there?

Same as always.

Tom, if you think you're getting away
with this, you are mistaken.

Excuse me?

Excuse me?

You certainly weren't that polite last
night.

Last night? I'm sorry, I think you have
me confused with somebody else.

I'm not sure. You're not sure what?

You don't remember this?

Or this?

Come on, Tom. You didn't have that much
to drink last night.

Listen, I honestly don't know you.

Well, maybe you need me to jog your
memory a little bit.

You certainly seem to be in a hurry to
repeat what you don't remember doing in

the first place.

What'd you... What's you up to this?

What are you doing?

What do you want, huh?

You want me to say it never happened?

All right.

It never happened.

I don't need this. I said, who put you
up to this? I said it never happened,

okay? I've never seen you before.

Your name isn't Tom Vale.

We didn't spend the night together.

You don't have a strawberry birthmark on
your right shoulder. What are you

talking about?

Oh, please.

Everything all right over there? Yeah,
we're fine.

We're fine.

Next time you're feeling all warm and
tingly, like you need it real bad, don't

call.

Robert McMillan, please?

I don't think he's in his room right
now, but I'll patch you through.

Hello?

Is this Robert McMillan?

Claire. Look, whoever you are, I don't
want to talk to you.

Listen, if you could just... Stay away
from me. You stay away from my house,

stay away from my mother. I swear, if
you bother me again, I'll call the

I just need a minute of... Hello?

Hello?

Elmer?

I'd come over 5 ,000 miles to see Claire
Hillard.

In spite of her insistence, I thought I
might have better luck in person.

I want you to get out of here.

Go away and don't come back.

Tom?

What on earth are you doing here?

I'm really so sorry, Tom.

It's just, well, things have been a
little tense around here today.

Strange phone calls, people coming to
the house.

Oh, I'm sorry. I mean, if I'd known...
How are you going to know?

It'll pass. I'm just a little on edge.

So I suppose you came about the
photographs.

The photographs?

What do you know about the photographs?

What I know about them is if I don't get
a hold of them within the next 24

hours, there's going to be hell to pay.

From whom?

What do you mean, from whom? From
Rachel, that's from whom.

Trust me, you haven't lived until you've
lived through one of Rachel's tantrums.

So how'd they come out?

Fine.

They came out fine.

Did the wide -angle shots of the living
room work out?

Oh, the living room looks good.

You know, I still think we're asking too
much for that house.

Maybe the photos will help.

So when do you think you can get them to
me?

Tom, is something wrong?

Where do you know me from, Claire? I
mean,

do you remember how we first met?

What are you talking about?

Just humor me.

How did we meet?

We met at Jane Bryson's house. It was
their housewarming in July.

And you'd never seen or heard of me?

Before that.

What are you doing, Tom?

You never heard my name when you were
covering the 45th Army Corps in 93.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You were working for the Lexington
Herald. I was also covering the 45th.

I think you better go.

Claire, you know it's the truth. The
truth is...

You're the person I spoke to on the
phone this evening. The truth is you're

man who came by and talked to my mother.

Why are you doing this? Hey, if you just
let me explain.

I don't want to know. Just get out of
here.

Please. I said get out!

Look, I... You know, I just want to... I
just want to ask you some questions.

I'm not going to hurt you. No, you're
not, because I swear if you ever come

here again, I'm going to kill you.

Robert McMillan is dead.

Thirteen months ago, he stuck a shotgun
in his mouth and blew his brains out.

Claire Hillard was scared to death to
ever discuss the time she spent covering

the 45th Army Corps.

Her fear was genuine, but her connection
to this man calling himself Tom Vail

was less clear.

Besides her and the girl in the bar, how
many more people were connected to this

other Tom?

Since I'd never met either one of them
before, was this proof of another them

operation?

Was the information in my palm top
compromised before I ever got off the

At the moment, this man, this other Tom
Vale, was as real as anything else I'd

encountered.

He was also my only connection back to
Claire Pillow.

How do you like it?

What?

The display, Tom.

I finally finished the display. So, what
do you think?

What? What are you staring at?

Do I have a pen on my face or something?

No, no, you look fine.

No. You don't have pen on your face.

Your voice. Is there something wrong
with your voice?

Uh, no. Uh, why? What does it sound
like?

I don't know. You just sound different.

Oh, almost forgot. Heather, somebody
called. She left her number.

Here. So, you want me to get her for
you?

Uh, no. No, that can wait.

Hmm, what's this, huh?

Tom Bale, Romeo photographer, suddenly
turning over a new leaf, Tom?

Yeah, something like that, man.

I'm just going to be back in the studio.

Hmm, well, I guess she wasn't that
special.

Hey, Jeanette?

Yeah?

Um, there's a friend of mine coming to
visit me tonight, and I need to give her

directions to the house. You think, uh,
you could write down the address and

draw a little map or something?

Just make her life a lot easier.

Yeah, at least until she gets to your
house.

Just draw the map, okay?

One of those once -in -a -lifetime
houses. You'll love it or hate it, but

want to make sure you've seen it.

Great. Okay, good. I'll see you there.

Bye -bye.

Claire, I need a favor.

I just made an appointment to show the
Addison house at 12 .30. Well, you're

going to have to reschedule. I've got a
hot buyer for Barrington. I think I'm

going to close today.

But it means I'm going to need you to
cover the caravan this afternoon.

Why is it your commissions always take
precedence?

When your name's on the letterhead,
dear, you can call the shots.

Besides, if we sell Barrington, we'll
both be vacationing in the Bahamas this

year.

One of us may even have a room.

What was that?

I said I'll reschedule the Addison
house.

Great. You're a dear.

Ciao.

Bye -bye.

Wiley Realtors.

It's Tom.

I told you I don't want to talk to you.
No, listen, I'm just calling about your

photographs. You said you needed to get
your hands on them.

Is that all?

No, I... Listen, I want to apologize for
anything I might have said or done that

upset you.

Look, I'll come by your office. You can
leave the photographs with Jeanette.

I'm not... I'm not at the office.

I have the pictures with me.

Where are you?

I'm at home right now, but why don't we
just meet somewhere neutral?

I'll be on my best behavior. You don't
need to bring your gun.

I'll meet you at Rosselli's at 1130.

Okay.

I'll see you there.

You know, we could just publish this in
the paper, in the women's section.

Thank you.

It's Rachel. Look, I forgot to tell you.
I need you to pick up those pictures of

the Addison house before you go to the
caravan. Right. I'm meeting Tom at 1130.

He's bringing them with him. I need them
before that, hon. Why don't you just

drop by the studio and pick them up?
He's not at the studio.

You know I wouldn't ask if it wasn't
important.

Fine, Rach. I'll get the photographs.
I'll swing by his house if I need to.

You're a dear.

You're a witch.

The highs today are expected to be in
the low 40s all through the valley. In

central area, you can expect 50 warmer
temperatures all the way up to 48, and

almost 50 in Akron.

Canton is reading at 46, Warrensburg
is...

you know, we can do something with it.

I didn't know that anybody photographed
it.

I didn't know for sure if it even
existed.

Tom, if they find out that you have
this, you know what they can do.

I know.

Excuse me. Excuse me. Can I get anything
else? No.

Any calls?

I'm sorry, sir. I've checked with the
hostess three times. Still nothing.

You got another phone somewhere?

No, but there is one outside.

Okay, great. Thanks a lot.

This is Rachel.

Hi. Is Claire Hillard there?

No, she's not. Can I take a message?

Yeah, this is Tom Vail. I was supposed
to meet her. I had an appointment with

her at 11 .30 and she never showed up.

Tom? Where is she?

I thought maybe the two of you had run
away together.

What are you talking about?

Claire missed an important caravan at 12
.15.

I've got half a dozen clients ready to
look for a new realtor.

She was supposed to meet with you and
then hit the caravan. She never showed

Wow, that doesn't sound like Claire.

No, it doesn't.

If you see her, make sure she calls me
first thing.

Okay, I will. Thank you.

Despite the photograph of hidden agenda,
it was all starting to feel like a trap

to me.

Another warp journey through the looking
glass.

That trap was drawing closer every
moment, and unless I made a sudden move,

have no moves left to make.

He's right up on the second floor.

That's the fella.

You're Tom Vail?

Uh, yeah. I'm Detective Tanner. This is
Detective McCluskey.

Uh, what's the problem?

That's what we're going to ask you.

Why are you registered under the name
McMillan?

Well, hey, look, are you going to tell
me what this is about? It's about

answering the question.

Uh, okay.

Uh, yeah.

McMillan's the name I'm registered
under, but is that a crime?

Not in itself.

It's not something people who have
nothing to hide generally do.

Well, I'm not hiding anything.

Then you won't mind if we continue this
conversation in your room.

I get to tell you what's going on here.
Let's talk in your room.

You know a woman named Claire Hillard?

Yeah, yeah, I've met her. According to a
number of people, you've more than met

her.

Hello.

Uh,

what people?

Elmer down at the front desk, for one,
he said you two had a pretty nasty

conversation yesterday.

Oh, uh, well, she was upset, that's all.
About what?

I don't know. I thought it might have
been work -related.

Her mother said you came to the house.
You told her your name was McMillan.

Hutter's confused.

I don't think so.

She said you and Claire had a pretty
good go at it. She said Claire had to

a gun on you to get you to leave. Now,
is that true? Hey, look, wait.

Listen, you still haven't told me what
this is about.

She's missing.

She missed a number of appointments and
never showed up. The lady she works for

said she was supposed to be meeting you.

Yeah, that's true.

There's a place called Roselli's.

I was there. She never showed up.

Look, she's only been gone a few hours.
Doesn't somebody generally have to be

gone like 24 hours before the police get
involved?

Not when there's suspicion of foul play.

This wouldn't happen to belong to Claire
now, would it?

I don't know who that belongs to. I've
never seen it before.

Mr. Vail, I'd like you to come down to
the station with us.

If I say no?

It wasn't a question.

Cuff him, read him his rights.

Listen, you can't arrest me without
cause.

I could hold you for 24 hours on
suspicion of sneezing if I want. You

right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used
against you.

Vail, you've got a visitor. And wait in
the interview room.

Hi, my name is Jane Butler. I'm from the
Public Defender's Office.

So have I been formally charged with
something?

Not yet, but it looks like they're
getting close.

To what?

Filing charges.

Why don't we both sit down and talk?

It seems as if there is some confusion
as to who you actually are.

It might help things.

If you'd tell me.

My name is Tom Vail. Listen, I still
don't know what it is they're getting

to charge me with.

Claire Hillard has disappeared.

The police suspect foul play. They also
suspect that you may be involved.

I'm not.

Good. Should make my job a lot easier.

Let me ask you something.

Why did you take this case?

I'm not sure I understand the question.

Why me? Why were you assigned to this
particular case?

It's a small town, Mr. Vail.

There's only one full -time PD, and I'm
it.

Look, Tom, the police already have
evidence linking you with Miss Hillard's

disappearance.

What kind of evidence?

Well, she made a notation in her office
calendar that she had an appointment

with you at 1130. That's just about the
time she disappeared.

I had an appointment with her. She never
showed up.

Why don't you tell me what this is all
about?

The assumed name, arguments with a woman
you barely know.

I see there's also a note in here from
Detective Tanner that you were seen in

alley accosting a patron at the White
Eagle.

You know, I don't know what it's about.
If you want to get to the bottom of it,

why don't you try and find the guy
that's impersonating me?

Excuse me?

Well, I guess that's something that
isn't in your files.

There's someone here in town who's using
the name Thomas Vail.

He's posing as a photographer.

I'm a photographer.

Oh, man, I know this sounds crazy.

Just imagine how I feel. Three people
have already mistaken me for him.

Claire was one of those people.

So this other Thomas Vale is not only
using your name, he also looks exactly

like you.

Yeah, except for a strawberry mole on
his right shoulder.

What's that?

It doesn't matter.

Look, if you really want to help me,
You'll try and find this guy.

He lives at 2417 North Hamilton.

Yeah, that's right. I've been to his
house.

I've seen his studio.

You've met him?

Well, no. I haven't met him, but
obviously everyone else has.

All right, let's say I go meet this
other Thomas Vail.

It's likely that he's gonna tell me that
he's for real and you're the

counterfeit. Well, he'd be lying.

It's your word against his.

No, it's not.

I can prove it.

Just how would you do that?

Well, he has a bunch of photographs at
his house that he'll claim were taken by

him.

I took them.

It still comes down to the same thing.
How do you prove it?

Well, if he shot the photographs, he
would have the negatives.

That makes sense.

Ask him to show you the negatives. He
won't be able to.

How can you be sure?

Because I have them.

Hello?

So what'd you find?

The photographs that you told me about.

They were on the walls.

You've seen him, haven't you?

Yeah.

Like, you were right. He's your mirror
image. The resemblance is uncanny.

So now you believe me.

I believe you about him existing.

But what?

These are the negatives of the
photographs, Tom.

It can't be.

You said he wouldn't be able to prove
that he took those photographs if he's

one who gave me those negatives.

These don't prove anything.

I thought they were supposed to prove
everything.

No, what I mean is it doesn't prove that
he took those shots.

Look here.

You see these edge numbers here?

Yeah.

They're different for every roll of
film. It's a stock and batch number.

date -specific.

He has my photograph.

It's no big trick for him to re
-photograph the thing and make a new set

negatives. Give that to me in English.

He took a photograph of my photograph
and came up with a new set of negatives.

So my point is, if you call the film
manufacturer, you'll find that my

are dated earlier than his.

There's only one problem with that.

What's that?

I don't have your negatives.

Pop the hood.

Why? Just pop the hood.

No, I'm just, uh... I'm just
uncomfortable with Tanner's men

Look, I just need you to give me 20
minutes.

I won't be able to stay with you if I do
that. Listen, I promise I'll call you

when I get the negatives.

You know, Tom, if you skip town, it's
going to be bad for both of us. I do

a reputation to protect here.

Bus number 166 to Cleveland, now
arriving gate 3.

Passenger Mary Ann Boyce, window name
please.

Passenger Ruttman, please return to the
ticket window.

Passenger Ruttman, please return to the
ticket window.

Bus number 141, express to Cincinnati,
gate 5.

The Express to Cincinnati will be
boarding at gate 5.

Bus number 91, Augusttown, Baltimore,
Green, and 10.

Last call in gate 2. All aboard, please.

Bus number 21, last call.

Express to Cincinnati at 8 -5. All
aboard.

We don't know.

Bus number 16.

Jane Butler.

Hi. Hi. It's Tom.

So did you get them?

Yeah. Listen, we better meet someplace
out of the way. Tanner does have one of

his men following me.

Knowing Tanner, I'm not surprised.

So you know the city better than me.

All right.

Meet me at the Front Street Pier.

What all do I have to bring?

Well, just bring the negatives.

Great. What time?

8 .45.

It'll be deserted by then.

Okay, listen. I hope this puts an end to
this mess.

Once we wrap this up, it's over.

I'll present my evidence to the DA, and
that should be that.

Great. Okay. So, I'll see you later.

8 .45.

Don't be late.

You weren't supposed to kill him.

I was aiming for his shoulder.

He turned his head at the last second.
That's not an excuse.

Wait a minute.

These are ours.

What the hell was he doing here?

Jane Butler.

Meet me at the Front Street Pier.

845.

Just bring the negatives.

Once we wrap this up, it's over.

Don't be late.