All language subtitles for Mannix S08E11 The Survivor Who Wasnt.DVDRip.NonHI.en.CBS

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With a loss of 340 passengers,

and Penn Anderson, Beverly
Hills real estate developer,

the sole survivor.

It's the story of a man
miraculously flung clear

at the time of the crash,
even more miraculously,

groping his way
from deep wilderness

to a trackless
expanse of desert,

and living to tell about it.

They should be ready
for us now, Mrs. Anderson.

And I can tell you we have
every reason to believe

that the surgery's
been successful.

- I just want to...
- Warn me?

You said it was successful.

Well, not warn you, I
just want to remind you

of what I first told
you, about the damage

the sun had already done
to your husband's face.

You said the restoration
might not be entirely...

Well, uh, starting from
scratch, as it were...

Oh, but no
unpleasant distortion,

of that I can assure you.

You may notice certain,
uh, nuances of expression,

that sort of thing,
and the voice.

- The voice?
- Yes, there'll be a hoarseness.

Well, the larynx suffered
rather extensive damage, too.

But we believe that in time

he'll begin to
sound quite normal.

Okay?

Okay.

Penn?

Kelly?

Hello, Kelly.

We were sure you'd want
your wife here for the unveiling.

Well, I'm not so sure.

It all depends.

Have faith, Mr. Anderson.

Well?

Let me answer.

It's excellent.

Excellent.

I'm really pleased,
Mr. Anderson.

Oh, so will you be, Penn.

Really you will.

You want proof?

And every time
you look in there,

what you see you're
going to like even better.

Now, that's a professional
opinion and a known fact.

Are... you pleased?

Oh, of course I am...

A stranger.

But...

if you can get...

used to him...

I suppose...

I can, too.

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- You did say Mrs. Penn Anderson?
- Yes.

- Mr. Mannix is expecting you.
- Mrs. Anderson?

We both recognize the name.

That was quite an
experience your husband had.

A remarkable feat.

Yes, it was.

Oh, please, come in.

Have a seat, Mrs. Anderson.

How's he doing?

Very well, the doctors say.

He should be leaving
the hospital any day now.

I'm glad to hear that.

That's just part of it.

Uh, how do you mean?

He'll be coming home.

Is that a problem?

I don't know how
to tell you this,

because I don't think
you'll believe me.

I'm not sure I even
believe it myself.

But I have to know, Mr. Mannix.

Know what, Mrs. Anderson?

The man in the hospital...

I don't believe
he is my husband.

You're from the
airline, Mr. Mannix,

- is that what you said?
- Well, not exactly.

Uh, the insurance end.

Oh, I see.

Well, I was wondering when
I'd be hearing from you fellows.

The usual procedure is,
we wait to hear from you.

You will, Mr. Mannix.

That hospital wasn't
exactly free, you know.

And those 50 miles of desert...

you'll be paying a lot
more than taxicab fare.

See that he's all right.

Just what the hell is
the matter with you?!

Oh, mister... oh, God...

if it wasn't for you, I...

My-my accelerator jammed
on me as I was making that turn.

- I...
- Just what are you doing here?

Oh, I, uh...

I-I was gonna park my car here.

My brother's a... brother's
a patient here, see?

I... oh, I...

Look, anyway, we're-we're
both very lucky, you know?

Oh, say,

tell that guy over there
I'm sure sorry, huh?

Yeah, I'll do that.

Hey... I'm sorry.

Uh-huh. It's all
right. I'm fine.

He's all right.

Sorry about that.

As crash landings go,

I'd say that was a breeze.

Right now I'm more
concerned about that near miss.

Well, I suppose a man
could even get used to that.

Oh, it isn't that I don't
appreciate what you did for me.

As far as I'm concerned...

you can knock a couple
of bucks off my settlement.

No need for that, Mr. Anderson;
the shove is on me.

His license number
was what, Joe?

7-2-3-K-Q-B.

All right, I'll have
DMV check it out.

But what makes you
think he's not for real?

He said he was on his
way to visit his brother

in the hospital, and when
he headed for the parking lot,

I kept an eye on him.

He drove up and
down a couple of aisles,

and then drove out.

So? He changed his mind.

Maybe, or he never had a
brother there in the first place.

Now, look, Art, you
come up with a name,

and I'll find out soon enough.

Yeah, thanks.

Yes.

Well, yes, I'll tell him.

- Thank you.
- Whoever that was, Peggy, I'm out.

I'm on my way to
the airlines office.

To check the passenger
list of the crashed plane?

Right.

You can save yourself a
trip... That was the airline.

Oh, they're gonna
send the list over?

I mean they respectfully
decline to show it to you at all.

Matter of policy.

Policy is policy, Mr. Mannix.

What's to explain?

Well, one thing is why,
to date, there has been

no publication whatsoever
of the passengers' names.

That's always withheld until
next of kin have been notified.

You mean they don't know by now?

Those people aren't
missing in action in Vietnam.

This was a commercial
air crash, front page news.

Exactly what is your
position in this, Mr. Mannix?

My position, Mr...

By the way, what
is your full name?

I want to get it
exactly correct.

Oren J. Arthur.

Oren J... Arthur.

Now, my position, Mr. Arthur,

is that of a licensed, bonded
representative of the law

who is more than
a little puzzled

at your airline's
behavior in this matter,

and who thinks that the
press might be puzzled, too,

once they've been advised.

We have nothing to hide.

Not even the passenger list?

All right, come with me.

Here you go.

Let's see you make
something out of it.

Won't even take long to try...
The names are alphabetized.

Hm.

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Hmm.

I don't see the name
Penn Anderson listed.

Penn Anderson?

The only survivor.

Oh!

Yes.

The survivor.

Uh...

that check mark.

Martin Thompson.

Now, the man who
walked away from that crash

has had plenty of
publicity as Penn Anderson.

Why wasn't the
discrepancy reported?

Mr. Mannix, this was
not an overseas flight

requiring passports.

If Mr. Anderson chose
to fly as Mr. Thompson,

why, that was his privilege.

Actually, the authorities
did learn about that,

and evidently they
didn't see any reason

- to make anything out of it.
- Mm.

Well, I guess if it's good
enough for the authorities,

it's good enough for me.

Thank you, Oren.

Hello, Joe.

I know. You just happened to
be in the neighborhood, right?

Oh, I happened to be wondering

what's got your people so
interested in that plane crash?

Oh, are we interested?

Well, I got that impression

from one of the airline's
junior Napoleons.

The authorities was
the way he put it.

Oh, well, that could be anybody

from the Federal
Aviation Administration

to the Texas Rangers.

Anyway, whoever "they"
are, they haven't chosen

to let me in on it.

I wouldn't mind if
you did, though, Joe.

Is there something
I ought to know?

Yeah, there's quite
a bit I ought to know.

When I find out,
I'll pass it along.

Yeah, well, if it's
concerning that driver

with the jammed accelerator,

I may be able to
advance you a step.

- You identified the car?
- Oh yeah.

There's something I'm missing.

It belonged to a
68 year old librarian

who lives in Altadena.

- Stolen?
- Yeah.

She reported it two days ago.

We found it abandoned
about a mile from the hospital.

Meaning whoever borrowed it,

borrowed it to pull a job.

Which means we've lost him.

Maybe not.

Maybe not what, Art?

We found some fresh
fingerprints in that car

that didn't belong to a
little old lady from Altadena.

Oh, Mr. Mannix.

Well, I'm pleased
to see you again.

It looks like you're
coming along just fine.

Well, every day I seem to
get stronger and stronger.

Ah, good, good, good.

Now, here you are, Mr. Anderson.

What's this?

Oh, they're the usual
insurance forms.

If you would look them
over, and fill them out,

it would certainly
help speed things up.

Yes.

Oh, yes.

These look like very,
very good copies.

Copies?

Copies. They're
no more legitimate

than you are an insurance
man. Let me buy you a drink?

Yeah, I think I could use
one. Scotch on the rocks.

Right.

You know, Mr. Mannix,

my wife has been acting
rather strangely since my return.

So the other day...

I had one of my
employees follow her.

Where do you suppose she went?

To my office.

Exactly.

How about why she hired me?

Any information on that?

Well, Mr. Mannix,

I think it's safe to say

the sort of thing I went through

doesn't leave a man
precisely the way it found him.

Now, that's aside from
any changes of contour

of the face or the
nose or anything.

However,

it would appear that my wife,

Kelly,

thinks that I have changed

considerably more than somewhat.

I mean...

she is more than merely puzzled.

I suppose the whole experience

of the airplane crash...

the strain that it put on her,

well, it was just
very traumatic.

The fact is, Mr. Mannix,

that in the case of my wife,

I feel that she needs

quite another kind of specialist

other than a
private investigator.

Are you saying the
dramatic change...

is in your wife?

Yes.

That's one way of putting it.

However, in your
case, you must agree

that there was some change

in you before the crash...

if in name only.

You were on that plane
as Martin Thompson.

Oh, that.

Odd thing to do.

No, no, not at all.

Not if you're in the land
development business.

You see, Mr. Mannix,

competitors are
constantly snooping around,

trying to get a line
on what they think

you are going to be doing next.

Now, in this
particular instance,

I was on a very hot deal, so I
merely took some precautions,

that's all.

Tell me, Mr. Anderson,

are any of those competitors

rough enough to
try and kill you?

What?

Well, let's say, try
and run you down

crossing the hospital
driveway in a wheelchair?

Now we're competitive,

but we're not savage.

No, Mr. Mannix, I think
you're imagining things,

and perhaps, in your
case, it is somewhat of a...

occupational habit, I suppose.

Yeah, yeah, well, that could be.

Anyway, thank you very much

for the drink, Mr. Anderson.

Oh, well, thank you.
Thank you for the visit.

Listen, you put that
bill of mine in the mail

and I'll see to it that
it's paid promptly.

Oh, no, no need for you
to do that, Mr. Anderson.

Well, no. I mean, it's
very generous, but...

Not at all. It isn't
yours to pay.

You didn't hire
me. Your wife did.

Mr. Mannix...

No, Mrs. Anderson, he
didn't exactly come out

and say you thought
he was an imposter.

What did he say?

Well, I think a fair translation
would be that you were...

suffering delusions,

and needed help.

Do you believe that?

You're my client, Mrs. Anderson.

I'm doing my very
best to believe you.

Art, anything on
those fingerprints?

Oh yeah. A report came
in about an hour ago.

We've been trying to reach you.

Chances are those prints
belong to the car thief, all right.

They were fresh enough,
and he's hot enough.

Creep named Danny O'Meara.

Anything on him?

Nothing but a bad smell so far.

We think he's connected
with a new organization in town.

Any connection with real estate?

Not unless you consider heroin
and prostitution real estate.

They're a syndicate, Joe.

We think O'Meara
does odd jobs for them.

Okay, Art, since you're such
a whiz-bang at fingerprints,

I've got some more for you.

Now those insurance
forms have the fingerprints

of the man currently calling
himself Penn Anderson.

I think you ought
to check them out.

Here are all the letters, Joe.

Ready for your signature.

Thanks, Peggy. I'll
see you tomorrow, huh?

Well, Art will be
calling anytime now

with that fingerprint
report. I don't mind waiting.

Peggy, I can sign
the letters by myself.

I can also answer the telephone.

Now, you just pick it
up and talk into it, right?

But, Joe, you might need...

Goodnight, Peggy.

Goodnight, Joe.

Mannix. Yeah, Art.
What took you so long?

Calm down, Joe, I called
you as soon as I could.

And what about Penn Anderson?

Well, I don't know if this is
gonna flip you or relax you.

Well, come on, Art,
what is it? Let's have it.

Penn Anderson turns out to be...

Penn Anderson.

Are you sure?

Positive. We had his
fingerprints checked

against those on
his Air Force record.

Joe, are you there?

Yeah, yeah, I'm here, Art.

So Anderson is Penn Anderson.

Then his wife is hallucinating.

But why is he a target
for the syndicate?

I mean, what's the connection?

I wouldn't worry
about that, Mister.

Hang up now.

Company, Art.

Hey, what's going on in there?

Joe? Joe?

Are you there?

Joe, what's going on?

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All right, Mannix,

tell us all you know
about the job you're doing

for Penn Anderson.

I am not working
for Penn Anderson.

How many times
do I have to say it?

Now the reason
we're here, Mannix,

is so we can find a little peace

while you find out we mean
to get the right answers.

Now, how much did
Anderson tell you?

About what?

Now don't give us that.
We heard you on the phone.

"Syndicate," isn't
that what you said?

Yeah, I...

I thought there might
be a connection.

Apparently there is.

Who were you talking to?
Who was on the phone?

I told you...

the police.

You mean the Feds, don't you?

If you're not working
for Anderson,

you must be working
for them, right?

I'm not working with anybody.

Make him understand

it's important
for him to tell us.

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Check this place out.

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Nothing, Lieutenant.

Yeah, well, give me a hand here.

Well?

They slipped us, sir.

What about Mannix?

He'll survive.

They're FBI men, Joe.

I don't know how long they
had you under surveillance,

but they were trailing you

and they didn't know how
much clout those guys had,

so they shortwaved
us to take over.

Well, that answers
one of the questions.

What's that?

Who the authorities
are, riding the case.

What did they say, uh, about
Anderson and the syndicate?

They were about as
closemouthed as they could be.

Oh, they, they must
have said something.

I got the impression
that Anderson was

some kind of a front
money man for the mob.

He laundered syndicate funds

through those land
deal operations.

Well, the...

What's the FBI waiting for?

Either they have the
evidence or they haven't.

Your guess is as good as mine.

Art, uh, you wouldn't be holding
out on an old pal, would you?

Believe me, Joe,
that's all they told me.

Well, they did say
one more thing.

They gave me a message for you.

Yeah?

Get interested in another case.

They don't want to see
or hear any more from you.

And they meant it.

Yeah, well, they didn't get hit

on the back of the
head with a piece of pipe.

Forget those hoods for now, Joe.

We'll... we'll track 'em down.

Yeah, you make it sound
like next year's business.

When?

When the FBI tells me.

How do I know?

Hey, uh...

they had a message for me, too,

for my whole department,
and they had my boss deliver it:

Hands off.

You think I like that
any more than you do?

Oh, that-that-that's beautiful.

All right, laugh, but
I've got my orders

and now you've got yours.

You're off the Anderson case

and you'll stay off because
you'll get no more help

from me or from the feds.

You're solo a-against a
brand-new roughhouse syndicate.

Now stay alive!

Get some rest.

See that he does, Peggy.

Yeah, Peggy, have we got
a phone number on Woody?

Woody?

Yeah, Woody Blaine.

We did him a favor a couple
of times and softened a rap.

Maybe he'll return the
favor and get us a line

on where Danny
O'Meara's holed up.

Joe, for heaven's sake, didn't
you hear what Art just said?

Yeah.

He can't help us anymore.

Woody Blaine... See
if you can get him.

Joe, he said you're
off the Anderson case.

Yeah, so did Anderson...

and I'll tell you
what I told him.

My client is Mrs. Anderson.

I don't care what the
fingerprint record said.

The man in that house
is not my husband.

All right, Mrs. Anderson.

And you can think what
you want about me...

That I'm sick, scheming,
crazy, or anything.

All I can tell you is that
when you've lived with a man

as long as I did
with Penn, you know.

That's all I want to talk
about, Mrs. Anderson...

When you were living with
him... That and nothing more.

I'm sorry, I...

I, uh, made a few inquiries...

Some people who have known you.

I get the idea that lately
there had been some problems

between you and your husband.

I guess you could say that.

Did it have anything to do
with certain of his associates?

Associates?

Yes, associates
you didn't approve of,

members of a... syndicate.

Why are you holding
back, Mrs. Anderson?

Better yet, why didn't you
tell me this from the start?

I hoped it wouldn't
get to that...

and I'd sworn I
wouldn't say anything.

About what?

Penn's deal with the FBI.

They promised him immunity

if he'd fly to Washington
to testify to what he knew.

Well, that would
explain the phony name.

What?

Oh, on the flight he used
the name Martin Thompson.

Yes, but there was the crash.

He never got there.

And when he did get back
home, he wasn't your husband...

or so you thought.

He is not my husband.

I don't know who he is, but...

he isn't my husband.

Then, why shield him?

I mean, what do you care?

I was... All those people
he was dealing with,

I was frightened of them!

I still am!

And you're still a little,
uh, confused, aren't you?

Wouldn't you be?

Mrs. Anderson, have
you, uh, mentioned

to the man in your
house the syndicate

or his trip to Washington?

Oh, yes.

What'd he say?

He said that he had no
connection with any syndicate.

He had nothing to confess,
no immunity was necessary.

He was on a real estate deal,
this is all in my imagination.

Excuse me. Mr. Mannix?

- Yes?
- There's a phone call for you.

Excuse me.

It's a Mr. Woody
Blaine, I think.

- Thank you.
- Uh-huh.

Yeah, Woody?

Okay, Joe...

with a little help from
some pals who owe me,

I got Danny O'Meara
pinned down for you.

Nice going.

Not so nice. It's trouble, Joe.

- Walk away from this.
- Why?

Danny's a bad scene.

You know, he never was
what you'd call a stand-up guy,

but well, the word
now is he's scared stiff.

That means he'll talk.

Look, it means he could
also blow your head off

without thinking once.

Look, Joe, I'm trying
to get this over to you.

Woody, I'm short on time.

You asked for it.

Okay, I'll give you the layout.

You know where Danny's
trying to stay clean?

Sanitation plant
near the airport.

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No, no, Mannix,
listen I couldn't help it!

They made me! No, please!

You're rattling in
your boots, Danny!

You that scared of
me? I don't buy it.

Don't buy it! Buy what you want!

The cops, huh?

No, they put you
in that big a spin?

I don't buy that either, Danny.
It's your own people, isn't it?

Okay. Okay, they're on
my tail... or they will be.

I couldn't help it.

Buy, buy what you want, Mannix.

I couldn't help it.
They're on my tail!

I couldn't help it!

Because you blew it for
them twice, didn't you, Danny?

Outside the hospital
and the other night

when you lost your mask.

Yeah, yeah, you, you saw
me. You recognized me.

They found out.

You don't know
these guys, Mannix.

You don't know them!

Suppose you tell me!

Are you crazy?!

Now we talk, you get protection.

That's what you want, isn't it?

You think you can give it to me?

Yeah.

You can stay under
wraps at my place,

or a cozy little
cell in the slammer.

Penn Anderson...
Your people found out

about his trip to
Washington, didn't they?

Yeah, yeah, they found...
they found out all right.

They... they knew
that if he sang,

heads would roll,
so they had a hit man

all set to knock him off
when... when he got there.

But he didn't get there.

The plane went down,

and they thought
they were in the clear.

Then what does the chump do?

He comes back to life.

And I do mean chump.

Why is that, Danny?

Well, he s...

He sends them word
that he's changed his mind.

He ain't gonna sing after all.

And they say that's
fine and dandy, and...

that they forgive and forget,

and he thinks that's
fine and dandy.

Do you want to guess
what will happen to Anderson

the first time they
get him alone?

Yeah, I was coming
to that, Danny.

Exactly who are they?

You mean names?

Right.

The... the big brass?

Yeah.

- Running the thing?
- Yeah.

And do you think
they'd let me know?

If you do, you're as big
a chump as Anderson.

No, Mannix.

I'm a bag of bones.

They'll bury me
anytime they want to,

and I still won't
know who they are.

Mr. Mannix, your secretary
did reach you then.

Mm. What's happened,
Mrs. Anderson?

Well, Penn took my car keys.

I mean, that man took
them sometime this morning.

An extra set that I keep.

He's the only one
who could have.

There were no servants around.

What do you make of it?

I mean, there's
another car... his.

Why take my car keys?

Are you sure he hasn't left
the house since the hospital?

No, I'd swear to it.

So that would make his
first unannounced trip out

pretty special, wouldn't it?

I... I suppose so.

Now, maybe he wants your car

because it wouldn't
be recognized

as Penn Anderson's car.

In other words, it wouldn't
be so readily followed.

He couldn't use
it now in any case.

I drove it here.

Told him I had some errands,
but he wasn't concerned.

If he was so anxious to
keep from being spotted,

he probably won't need
your car until well after dark.

Now, that would give you time

to get it back for
him, wouldn't it?

You... You mean, you
want me to do that?

Must be very important to him.

I want to know why.

Now, if it's all right
with you, Mrs. Anderson,

I'd like to put an electronic
gadget on your car.

Okay.

Penn!

Glad to see you.

- Harry.
- Glad you could make it.

- Sam.
- Make it?

Look at him. He could
have walked here.

Well, just so long
as it wasn't desert.

I've had about enough of that.

You came in your wife's car, eh?

Yup. I did everything
you told me.

Hi, Nick.

- I'm sure nobody's following me.
- Ah, good.

Scotch on the
rocks, right, Penn?

You have a good memory.

Well, in this business, it pays.

Remember everything.

Admit... nothing.

Put a rock in there, will you?

Cheers.

Over here, Penn.

Let's all be comfortable.

How board meetings
ought to be, right?

Right.

Although I, uh, must admit,

I never realized I was
a member of this board.

Well, now, the job
you're doing for us...

The financial work...
Certainly entitles you to.

Ah.

You don't know
how relieved we were

to hear you were
coming back to us.

And you don't know, Harry,

how much pressure
those Feds put on me.

But I'll tell you this.

I never had any intention
of ever going on that stand.

Not in a million years.

Oh, that's fine, Penn.

And that reminds
me of one other thing

that pays off in this
business, uh, besides memory.

You know what it is?

Loyalty.

You got a clumsy cat, Nick.

Well, he don't see so
good in the dark, either.

No matter what
they say in the books.

But he's got loyalty,

believe me, just
like, uh, Penn here.

At least up to a point.

What do you mean?

What I mean is...

there comes a time
when everything...

Dogs, cats, anybody...

Everything has a breaking point.

Now, wait a minute.

I told you I never
had any intention

of going on that stand.

I came to that conclusion
on that airplane.

But you were on your way,

weren't you?

What about next time?

What next time?

When they come at you again.

Oh, they're bound to, you know.

Who's to say you're not
going to crack wide open

and stay that way?

No.

Oh, come on, Penn.

I said it myself.

A guy's just human.

He can take only so much.

But it's never
going to be that way,

because you have my word on it.

But look what would
happen if it did, Penn.

Take me, for instance.

Samuel Vincent Imports, Limited.

A nice, new thriving business.

Except they find out it
ain't so much Oriental rattan

as it is narcotics.

Now I ask you,

what does that do for me?

I'm not just thinking of myself.

Solar Investment.
How about that?

Harry, I told you you
were moving too fast.

He's moved all the
way out of loan sharking.

We've made a
switch lately, Penn.

Nick here is running Solar now.

Harry's taken over
the prostitution end.

Offshore Enterprises.

We know you wouldn't want to
do anything to wreck any of that,

any more than we'd want you to.

No.

In a way, Penn,
you know what it is?

It's a question of your
being saved from yourself.

So, you see, we don't seem
to have very much choice.

You understand that.

By the way, Penn,

did you ever have a
look at, uh, my stables?

I'd like to show them to you.

Freeze!

Hey.

Don't move anyone!

You okay?

Thanks to my insurance agent.

Mannix, you don't think
much of orders, do you?

You could have
blown this whole case!

Mrs. Anderson.

Yes.

I'd-I'd like you to
meet Fred Belford.

He's with the FBI.

Uh, Mrs. Anderson,

I would like you to know
how very much I regret

everything I had
to put you through.

And I speak for the entire
bureau when I say that.

But you see, there
was a question

of protecting you,
as well as the case.

Oh, it...

It is a relief.

A great one, I suppose, but...

Well, you see, Mrs. Anderson,

when your husband
went down with the plane,

the government's
case went with him.

They had to try
and pick it up and...

with a man that just might
substitute as your husband.

I'm sure Mr. Belford
could tell you

what kind of machinery
that called for.

Well, for openers, we
had to put a news blackout

on the actual first
sighting of the crash scene

until I could get
started on my trek.

Then they had to arrange
to cover me all the way...

To say nothing of
Washington sending back

the identification
of your fingerprints.

Yes, and it worked.

It-It actually worked,
Mrs. Anderson.

We've learned everything that
your husband would have told us.

I, uh... hope that...

that can be some
sort of comfort to you.

I'd like to think that it would
have been a comfort to Penn.

That it wasn't just
fear or pressures

that sent him on that trip.

He wanted to do
the right thing...

to make a clean start.

I'd like to think that.

I'd keep thinking about
that, Mrs. Anderson.

I'm sure it's true.