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Alaska.
America's last frontier.
Highway 1 is its lifeline, a thin asphalt ribbon
which cuts through Canada's Yukon territory
to connect Alaska to the continental United States.
On June 14, 1988, 25-year-old Philip Frazier,
the son of two physicians, left his home in Anchorage
to enroll in a pre-med course at Evergreen College
in Washington state.
Philip had packed up everything he owned for the trip,
including two handguns.
On June 17, after losing two days to car trouble,
Philip crossed the border into Canada.
Hi. Where are you coming from?
Alaska.
Alaska. Where are you headed?
Washington.
Going to school down there then?
Yeah.
Anything on board, any goods that you purchased
that you're bringing across?
Just my books and things like that for school.
At Beaver Creek, Philip was entering into Canada
from Alaska into Yukon territory.
And Philip did declare that he had two firearms of his own.
And at that point, our Canada customs people
seized the firearms from him, as it is illegal for Americans
to enter Canada with any kind of a firearm.
After a one-hour delay, Philip Frazier was on his way.
His guns became the property of the Canadian government.
The next day, 600 miles south of the border checkpoint,
a hitchhiker was dropped off at the 40-mile flat cafe
owned by Gay Frocklage.
Gay and her daughter, Tina, were on duty.
Individual that dropped him off didn't come into the cafe,
just dropped him off and left.
And just looking at him through the window,
it was something wrong.
There was something wrong with him.
And the appearance wasn't comfortable.
And I said to Tina, we've got a winner here.
There's something wrong with this guy.
I remember saying to Mom, maybe he
escaped from mental institution because he was so strange.
I think we've got a problem here.
Yeah, are you going to stick around?
Yeah, I think I better best not leave you alone.
I wouldn't leave her alone in the building with him,
as it was nobody else there at the time.
And so I said to Tina, well, you go ahead and take care of him,
and I'll just hang around.
As I passed the side window, I seen a small black car pull up
right to the side of the cafe.
And the young man in the car didn't get out of the car,
but proceeded to act like he was searching his car,
like he had misplaced something that he needed.
During this time was when another vehicle pulled up
to the service station.
Yeah, Tina, there's a car at the pumps.
Do you want to serve him gas?
And I'll just stay in here.
OK, sure.
Tina Frockledge went to the parking lot
to pump gas for another customer.
She and Philip Frazier exchanged hellos.
Is that everything?
Yeah.
Gay and Tina were relieved when the hitchhiker
finished his meal.
They remember that he paid his bill in Canadian money.
I watched the hitchhiker go out and approach Frazier.
Hiya.
Where are you heading?
Downslope.
Yeah, I'm heading that way, too.
Good.
And how about a ride?
I'm not going to go in here yet.
You sure?
Yeah.
All right.
The car sat for a few minutes, and then he pulled ahead
like he had second thoughts.
You still heading in this direction?
I thought you were going to have a bite to eat.
I might have a bite to eat.
I thought you were going to have a bite to eat.
Mind if I go with you?
He was all right.
The hitchhiker just ran beside him and pulled the door open.
And the young man in the car proceeded to let him enter.
Strange thing was, as they left the yard,
Tina made some remark about he's going to live to regret.
This day he picked this man up.
It was like a sixth sense that this man
was capable of anything.
Eight hours later, and 200 miles south of the 40-mile flat cafe,
Eddie and Pauline Olsen of Kitwanga, Canada,
pulled over to help a stranded motorist.
Oh, wow.
Am I glad to see you guys.
Hey, I think my car ran out of gas.
I don't know what happened, but I stopped at the last gas stop,
but it just quit.
I'm on my way to college, and I've got all my stuff
in the back of the car.
You could tell he was nervous, but I thought that, well,
you know, he was just scared of being out here this late at night,
didn't want to stay out here because it's kind of a remote area.
And at that point I just said, well, I'll tow you home
and we'll figure it out in the morning.
You can sleep down here.
We've had quite a few people stay down here,
and they have a pretty good sleep.
This will be great.
I really appreciate everything you guys have done for me.
You can just pick out whichever couch you want there,
and there's some blankets right there.
Okay.
Have a good sleep, and we'll see you in the morning.
All right, thanks. I'll sleep good.
He slept downstairs in our basement,
and I have about 12 or 15 guns and a gun case down there,
and where he slept, the guns were just right beside him there.
Oh, good morning. How'd you sleep?
Oh, I slept great, thanks.
Oh, sit down and have a coffee.
Oh, thank you.
The next morning, the young man told the Olsens
that his parents were both doctors in Anchorage
and that he was on his way to college in the States to study medicine.
And I really wanted to thank you guys.
I got talking to him about his car,
and he told me that if I was interested, he would sell it to me.
And I said, well, I was interested
because all he wanted was a plane ticket to Seattle,
but I said the only way I would buy it is if he waited till Monday,
and we went through customs.
And he said that would be too late for him.
I can't wait till Monday. I need to be in Seattle on Monday.
I really can't wait. I really need to get going.
Is there something I can do for your hospitality? Anything?
The Olsens were surprised when the young man pulled out two wallets
and began to behave secretively.
He gave the Olsens $20 in American money,
then left to fix his car.
Thank you.
Within an hour, the young man was back on the road headed south.
The car trouble had turned out to be nothing more than a broken fan belt.
Twelve hours later, the charred ruins of Philip Frazier's car
were found at a car wash in Prince George, British Columbia,
300 miles from the Olsens home.
The condition of the car after it was burned
was almost totally gutted out on the inside due to the fire
and fire damage to the outside as well.
Nothing was found in the car of any significance.
In fact, none of Philip Frazier's belongings have ever been found.
The parents were contacted in Alaska,
and there was a great deal of investigation done at that point
as Philip was considered a missing person and potentially a homicide victim.
I was sure that there had been foul play,
but I kept hoping, thinking of all sorts of alternatives,
like maybe he decided he wanted to ditch his car and be on his own.
And I knew intellectually that was wrong because he really loved his car.
Six weeks later, a body was discovered in a gravel turnaround area
70 miles from the Olsens home.
At the time of the discovery of the body,
it was already well known about the instant of the car burning
and the car wash in Prince George,
and almost immediately investigators were looking at the remains
of Philip Frazier.
In order to do a positive identification,
we required dental records from Alaska, which we obtained very quickly,
and were able to make that identification.
I think any parent who loses a kid feels like he's lost part of himself.
I think that's one of the things you definitely feel.
You feel like you aren't intact yourself.
I think it's very difficult describing words.
You feel like your life and your family has been truncated, cut off.
I felt angry, bitter.
I wondered, what sort of a person, what kind of a person,
would destroy someone who was so idealistic and so full of life?
What really happened along that lonely stretch of Highway 1?
The Royal Canadian Mounted Police theorized that the mystery hitchhiker
learned everything he could about Philip Frazier and then killed him.
They believe the hitchhiker assumed Philip's identity,
stole his possessions, and finally attempted to destroy the car.
In my mind, most definitely he's a dangerous person.
He's taken one life.
He has the capability of taking more.
As to whether he's done this type of thing before,
I couldn't say that, but we know he has taken one life.
And I would consider him very dangerous.
These are composite drawings of the hitchhiker
based on the descriptions of Gaye and Tina Frockledge
and Eddie and Pauline Olsen.
He is Caucasian, about 5 feet 9 inches tall,
and weighs approximately 225 pounds.
He has a flabby belly which overhangs his belt
and is between 20 and 25 years old.
He has brown hair and brown eyes.
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Oi, what's the problem?
You have a wild card, mate.
So much for the latest model.
Well, I hope it's good enough.
You're a grand blue.
Yep, honey, can you just put mummy on, please?
Bye-bye.
People often ask me what I do,
and eventually we get down to the fact
that I work with people who are dying.
Usually there's a gasp of either admiration or horror
in the way that I work with people who are dying.
And I'm not the only one who's dying.
I'm dying.
I'm dying.
I'm dying.
I'm dying.
I'm dying.
I'm dying.
I'm dying.
And they say, oh, isn't that wonderful?
Or isn't that depressing?
Really, neither of those is true.
It's not wonderful because it's what I do as a doctor.
I get to listen to people and talk to people
and care for them and, in fact, to love them.
And I love doing that.
And it's not depressing because, for the most part,
I'm with people who appreciate the very best things in life.
What working with these people has done for me
is to make me take myself less seriously.
I see that I'm loved by the creator of the universe,
that I'm given a very precious gift in this life
and a precious gift in the life ahead,
and that I'm here to appreciate those things
and to give them to other people.
Jesus makes the difference.
The vast oceans of the world have captivated humankind
since the dawn of civilization.
The young especially seem drawn by the promise
of adventure and romance.
But there are also 1,000 hidden dangers.
Sometimes the sea can be an unforgiving mistress.
In 1990 alone, 865 people drowned
in American coastal waters.
The sea was once the most dangerous place
in the world.
The sea was once the most dangerous place
in the world.
In 1990 alone, 865 people drowned
in American coastal waters.
April 12, 1990, Richland Hill, Georgia,
just south of Savannah,
four commercial fishermen prepare to embark
on a seven-day expedition in the Atlantic.
The captain is 23-year-old Billy Joe Neesmith.
The crew includes his brother, Nathan,
and his wife, Katie.
Let's go fishing.
All right.
It's all yours.
In the late afternoon, they set off in the Casey Nicole,
a snapper boat owned by Billy Joe Neesmith's employer.
The boat had recently been returned to service
after five weeks in dry dock for maintenance.
We were headed out probably
close to 90 miles offshore.
I guess it was somewhere around
3.30, 4 in the morning,
that next morning, it was still dark.
I had got up and was operating the boat,
and the boat just seemed to be sluggish,
you know, like it wanted to bust through the waves
kind of like a submarine or something.
It didn't want to ride over the waves.
Nothing's wrong.
You're right.
Billy Joe!
So I told my brother, he was laying in the bunk.
I woke him up, I said, Billy Joe, I said, oh, son,
I said something's wrong with the boat.
What's up, man?
Man, it won't stay on course.
What do you mean, it won't stay on course?
I'm losing 10, 15 degrees, man.
I tried it manually, and it keeps going off,
and then I tried it with an automatic pilot,
and it just won't hold, man.
We got to noticing around,
the boat was riding pretty deep in the water.
Jesus, Nathan, we're two foot down.
Did you check the engine? It sounds like it sputtered a bit.
No, I ain't checking it. We'd better check it, Lou.
Oh, man, Nathan, we got two foot of water down there.
Let me see that line.
There you go.
Nathan, did you hit them pumps yet?
No. Hit them a couple times.
Then we started working on our pumps,
trying to get our pumps to work, pump the boat out.
How about now? Nothing.
We got to get them boys up next.
We got to start bucking this water out here right now.
The other crew members slept down in the bow,
and when we turned on the light,
we noticed they were watered about a foot deep
down in the bumps where they were at.
Hey, we're sinking, though. Come on, get out.
Come on.
And we got in a line and started passing the bucket,
you know, down the bail of the boat out.
Come on, we're out of here.
In the meantime, we took the life raft out.
It was a two-man life raft.
We'd been hollering May Day on the radio.
We weren't working yet.
The Casey Nicole, we're taking the water and going down.
Somebody come back and play.
Never did get anywhere with that.
And the engine finally stalled.
Casey Nicole, we're going.
Ah!
All power on the Casey Nicole was lost.
The radio was useless.
The four men abandoned ship.
The life raft was kind of rotten.
It had a hole in the side of it up on the top.
We don't know for sure if the anchor snagged it
and tore this hole in it
or if the thing was just rotten and it eventually wore in it.
We don't really know what happened there,
but we do know that it had a hole in it
about the size of a quarter.
Give me the thing.
By sunrise, the life raft was sinking fast.
Then salvation came floating by,
the hatch covered from the Casey Nicole.
I think I got it.
Where's the daughter?
Come on, buddy.
I'm tired.
The four men tethered the raft to the hatch cover
and clamored aboard.
It was then that Nathan Neesman
spotted the hull of the Casey Nicole in the distance.
It looked like it was maybe three or four miles from us.
I said, I don't know what kind of chance we got,
but at least maybe one of us can make it to the boat
and get some kind of help.
Well, that's what I struck out to do.
And they started hollering,
no, no, you come back, you stay with us.
We can't separate up. We separate up.
We're gonna be split up.
And they ain't no telling what go wrong.
I just kept swimming and kept swimming.
I swam from probably about 9 o'clock that morning,
and just before dark that afternoon,
I got to where I thought was what the boat was.
And I got looking around,
and I seen the stern of the boat sticking up at a distance,
probably another 100 yards or so to the right of it.
So I just kept swimming,
and I swam from probably about 9 o'clock that morning,
and just before dark that afternoon,
and I saw the stern of the boat sticking up at a distance,
probably another 100 yards or so to the right of it.
So I just kept swimming.
If I'd done swim, I thought there wasn't no more swimming in me.
And I'd drink so much salt water trying to swim in it,
and I was just real weak.
As darkness fell, Nathan lost sight of his companions.
He spent a long, harrowing night
and the next morning a freighter passed within 3 miles of Nathan.
This ship here looked like it made about 4 stops,
maybe 5 stops,
and each time it would stop or circle,
I could see a fog of smoke boil out of it.
And it was in the direction that my other mates had went,
so I figured that maybe it had stopped to pick them up.
The freighter continued his odd maneuvers for nearly 3 hours,
then disappeared.
For 2 1⁄2 days, Nathan Neesmith drifted and prayed
that the Casey Nicole would stay afloat.
All seemed lost until a large wood and Styrofoam bait box
ripped loose from the boat's deck and popped to the surface.
I couldn't tell what it was for a minute,
because I was scared and everything like that.
I swam over to it where I could get a better view of it.
Like I say, I was pretty weak.
I was about starved down, I was hungry and thirsty
and really weak.
And I got to the front of it,
and bless God the whole front was out.
I mean, it was just like a boat to me.
I mean, it looked like just something that I needed at the moment.
It was really hot.
I mean, I was getting real sunburnt.
My skin was turning real, real red, and I was very close to dead.
I mean, actually I was to the stage of death,
but I knew I couldn't give up because I had two kids and a wife at home.
And I remember saying, God, please let me go home to my wife and kids
and be able to raise my kids.
Don't let me die in this ocean.
At 10 a.m. on April 15, 1990, Nathan Neesmith was finally rescued
20 miles off the coast of Georgia.
He had been adrift without food or water for four days.
Lining up at the barrier.
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The search mounted by the Coast Guard yielded no trace of the life raft or the hatch cover.
But Nathan and his family never gave up hope that the three men might somehow have survived.
It seemed a feudal hope until a strange telephone call was made to the home of Nathan's sister, Oneida.
It was October 5th, 1990,
six months after the Casey Nicole had sunk.
Oneida's mother-in-law answered the telephone.
Hello?
What?
I can't understand you.
Can you speak English?
The caller, a man, spoke in Spanish and seemed unable to understand English.
No. I can't understand a word you're saying. Can you speak English?
All this person would keep saying is repeating our phone number and saying our name, and that's all.
Then it was just like a cutoff. It wasn't anything after that.
And, you know, we just kept saying, hello, hello.
And it was just cutoff, static cutoff.
That same day, an unusual call also came into the home of Doug Tyson, owner of the ill-fated Casey Nicole.
Hello?
Once again, the caller was a man.
The only English words he said were the Tyson's name and telephone number.
That was strange.
What do you mean?
They were speaking in Spanish.
In Spanish? We didn't say anything about the call when we got it.
Six weeks later, after that, about six weeks, we were down visiting with the Neesmith family.
And they started telling us about their call.
And after they got through, I said, how long ago was this?
I asked them. They thought back a minute. They said about six weeks.
I looked at my wife. She looked at me. And she said nodded her head.
She said about the same time. I said, yeah.
Over the next year, five more calls came in, three to Oneida and two to the Tysons.
Finally, on March 6, 1991, the caller spoke a single sentence in English.
Hello?
I'm speaking in English.
Excuse me?
I said just very simple words.
Not I'm bringing it home, I'm bringing him home.
Just said I'm bringing him home.
That was it.
Hello? Hello?
After only a moment, the connection was broken.
There have been no calls since.
The Neesmiths and the Tysons are convinced that the three missing men were taken aboard the passing freighter
and perhaps transported to a foreign country against their will.
I think they're somewhere being held. I really do.
And I think that whoever called us is putting theirself on the line
because my brother or my nephew or our friend, one of the three has made a friend, a very dear friend,
because this person that's doing this is probably putting himself on the line to do it.
You know, in my mind, people are lost at sea. They're never found, I realize that.
But there's no explanation for where the debris went.
And then the fact that Nathan's seen the ship stop the first day,
you add all those together with the phone calls and I think it adds up to a tremendous amount of hope.
In my heart, yes, I feel like they're alive.
I mean, I think they had a lot, I know they had a lot better chance of surviving than I did.
I don't think that I would have ever made it not knowing that they couldn't make it.
What really happened to the lost crewman of the Casey Nicole?
A Coast Guard search was the largest ever conducted in the area of the Atlantic Ocean where they disappeared.
Officially, Billy Joe Neesmith, Keith Wilkes, and Franklin Brantley are presumed dead.
Unofficially, there seems reasonable hope that they may still be alive.
If you have any information, please contact the Santa Cruz Island Foundation in Santa Barbara, California.
We'll be right back.
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It's our baby, Mac. Beautiful baby, huh? It's ours.
For most parents, seeing their baby for the very first time is a moment of unrestrained joy.
But for this young father, it was a moment of confusion and panic that drove him away from the girl he loved.
And the child he has not seen since.
Mac, don't go. Don't.
Four decades later, the young man is 63 years old.
W.B. Mac McDonald is now a wealthy businessman with a sizable estate.
Yet he is very much alone. Mac has never been married. No one from his immediate family is still alive.
For 30 years, Mac McDonald has been searching for his child, but has found only frustration.
Those lost years are the one thing his money cannot buy.
Mac's story begins in 1948 in Pomona, California, when he fell madly, perhaps tragically, in love with the girl next door.
Her name was Mary Helen Carr. She was just 16 years old.
The first time that I noticed my neighbor, she was in a swing on her front porch.
She was in a pair of white slacks and a light colored blouse, and very pleasing to look at.
While she was there on the swing, there was definite attraction both ways.
However, I guess I was a little shy at that time that I didn't speak to her at that time.
It was several months before I finally began to speak to her.
Nice bike. Yeah, I'd like to keep it clean. My name's Mac.
Mary Helen. Nice to meet you. I've seen you before.
I'm just cleaning my bike. Do you want to go for a ride sometime?
My mother would forbid me to ride that, especially with you.
Is your mother always here?
The romance progressed slowly and discreetly. Mary Helen's mother was distrustful of Mac's intentions.
Still, the two young lovers saw each other at every available opportunity,
until the inevitable day came when Mary Helen's mother caught them together.
Get off that bike. You're lying to me now. Now you're lying to me. Don't look at him.
You promised me. Get in the house. Get in the house. What are you doing with her? What are you doing with her?
Her mother blew her stack. It was very hostile, life-threatening.
Stay away from her.
If she had been a man, I think it would have been a physical conflict on the spot.
Don't talk to me. Don't tell me what you did to her.
She threatened me as well as Mary Helen.
I can press charges on you.
And the threat seemed very real.
What are you looking at? Get in the house. Get in the house. Now.
On that tirade that her mother made, I felt that the world had just collapsed.
It upset me because I was in love with a girl at that time.
We were planning on a future together, and here were these tremendous stomach blocks being thrown out into the path.
Mac felt he had no choice but to pack his bags and leave. His destination, the oil fields of Texas.
I was very much in love with her. My whole life was revolving around her at that time.
But with the disturbance that I was causing her at home, I thought, well, I'll get away a while and maybe I'll solve some of these problems.
We can be sure that what we're feeling for each other is going to last the rest of our lives.
We both agreed that this was the best thing to do, but it didn't make it any easier.
I went directly to Houston. The only time I stopped on that trip was just for gas.
Because it seemed like I'd left part of me in Pomona, and it didn't get any easier the more miles I got away from her.
Three weeks later, Mac had established himself in Houston. He had no idea that Mary Helen had run away from home to join him.
Mary Helen called me from the bus station there in Houston, and she says, I'm here for good.
And I told her I'll be right there. I tore the streets up getting down to the bus station.
It was a very happy reunion.
Here we are.
The next day, Mac and Mary Helen, posing as husband and wife, found an apartment and began planning for the rest of their lives.
We're here for the apartment?
Their troubles seemed far behind them.
You just got married, right?
Yeah.
Well, congratulations.
Thank you.
Well, it's right here. Let me show you.
It was happiness itself. It was the ultimate dream.
The feeling that she gave you, she was beautiful to look at, she was beautiful to talk to, and she gave you the incentive to tear the world up.
Is that a new neighbor?
You did? Are they nice?
Yeah, they're nice.
One month later, Mac and Mary Helen's world would collapse again.
It was very good.
Hello? Just a minute.
A friend tipped Mac off that the police are on their way to the apartment.
Hello?
Mary Helen's mother had made good on her threats.
The authorities carried warns charging Mac with statutory rape and illegally living with a minor.
Right now.
I'm so sorry. I don't know how she found out.
It's not your fault.
She wasn't talking to your mother or something.
It's OK. It's not your fault.
I'll go and see her.
That's fine. I'll call you.
Mac made his escape with no time to spare.
I left Texas, and it was in the afternoon.
It seemed like afternoons when all these departures took place, and I didn't stop till I was out of the state of Texas.
I was devastated again.
They jerked her back to California, and I had no way of contacting her again.
A year passed.
Mac returned to California to take a new job.
One evening, he and a friend stopped off at a drive-in in Long Beach.
Mac?
Mary?
I almost fell out of the car.
The waitress, the car hop that came to wait on us, was Mary Helen.
Los Angeles is a big city. It was a big city then.
The possibilities of driving into a restaurant and having heard the waitress was like hitting a keynote ticket here in Reno.
Listen, I can't really talk to you, but I get off work at 9. Do you want to come by my apartment?
Yeah.
Here's my address.
Grace.
You can see our baby.
I have a baby.
I almost had heart failure. I took my breath away.
Because I had no idea she was pregnant. There was a possibility, though.
So I told her I'll be right over.
When I arrived at her apartment, her mother opened the door with this baby in her arms.
Come in. Look.
I thought with a police department, it was probably on premises.
Honey?
You know, this is just a matter of time until I'm going to be shackled and in jail over this.
So glad to see you.
I was so distraught when her mother opened the door that I overlooked the fact that she was about half civilized the first time she'd ever spoke to me civilly.
So beautiful.
I was in such a traumatic state of fear. The benefit of being able to hold your baby for the first time, I missed that.
Because all I could think of either the law is in the bedroom or they're on the way.
Mac, sit down.
Mac was terrified that Mary Helen's mother still had a ward out for his arrest.
I can't.
In California, statutory rape was punishable by up to 30 years in prison.
Mac McDonald stayed for less than five minutes.
He never even learned if the baby was a boy or a girl.
I feel that it made the greatest mistake of my life by not staying there and writing it out.
I don't think there was, probably, well, it's been 40 years.
That's what it's cost me.
I feel that the youngster's entitled to my estate.
I'm not entitled to be its father, probably.
But I'd want that youngster to know that even with the mistakes that I love them, I want them to have the best.
Mac McDonald's search goes beyond emotional yearning.
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Every year, more than 20 million tourists descend upon Las Vegas, Nevada, the gambling capital of the world.
Both come for only one reason, to spend and win money.
It's no wonder that Vegas is also a mecca for every kind of hustler and con artist imaginable.
In May of 1988, a self-styled star maker named Maxwell Carson arrived in Las Vegas.
Carson was a smooth talker who dabbled in anything that might make money.
Carson owned and operated a sports betting business, a fledgling film company, and a modeling agency.
But Max Carson was a man with a dark past. He was an ex-cop gone bad, whose real name was William John Wood.
In 1972, Wood resigned from the Toledo, Ohio police force while under investigation for misconduct.
Between 1977 and 1985, Wood served time for a number of offenses, from passing bad checks to impersonating a federal officer to assault with intent to rape.
In 1986, William John Wood moved to Las Vegas and became Max Carson.
Max was absolutely obsessed with good-looking women.
He would especially with actresses, models, any good-looking women, use the movie industry or use his clout as quote unquote a movie producer to be, could get them whatever they wanted.
Tiffany?
Yes.
Hi, Mr. Carson, I'll see you now.
In November of 1989, Carson began holding auditions for an upcoming film.
One striking 19-year-old model caught his eye. We will call her Tiffany.
Hi, how are you?
Great, thank you.
Have a seat. And you're?
I'm Tiffany.
Tiffany.
I went in, I talked to him, and he told me a little bit about what the movie was about and what I would be doing.
I think there's a roll in here for you. Of course, the speaking part.
That'd be wonderful.
He had started talking about money, and I felt strange that he would offer a large amount of money to someone in my position that's never really had any acting before.
So I talked to a couple of agents, and they'd all heard of him.
They had done their homework on him and found that there was nothing wrong with him.
Super. Why don't you get your address and phone number and how to get in touch with you, and I appreciate you coming in.
Tiffany had several other meetings with Carson, but the movie never got off the ground.
Max Carson's empire was on the verge of collapse.
We have employees that haven't been paid.
No, Bob.
Just relax. Have faith. We've been through so much together.
By January of 1990, Max Carson would shut down his offices, yet he would maintain the illusion that he was still in full operation.
Hello. I'd like to speak to Tiffany.
In February, he called Tiffany and hired her as a last minute replacement model for a photo shoot.
We have a problem down here. We had a photo session this afternoon.
Carson arranged to meet her later that day at a restaurant on the Strip.
Max?
Oh, hi. We're all set up. We've got two rooms set up, one for wardrobe.
I met him in front of the coffee shop, and he said that we needed to go to the motel there where they had set up a dressing room for me.
This is the dressing room we're going to be using. Oh, I want to thank you very much for coming here on a short notice.
This shoot should be probably about two hours. You'll be done, and those dresses are just fine.
I started to feel a little uncomfortable just because there was no one around.
Tiffany, why don't you just go over there and fill out those forms, and I'll make a call.
So I left the door open with my bag sitting between the room and the door so that it would make it a little bit difficult to get the door shut.
This is Max Carson. Listen, I'm expecting somebody in very shortly, and would you...
Supposedly he was calling the makeup artist and the photographer to let them know that we're here and waiting.
Yes, okay. Well, I appreciate that. Thank you very much.
And about that time, he had asked me if I would give him a hug, and I knew that I was in trouble.
Max, I don't feel very comfortable, okay? I'm not going to do this.
What do you mean you don't feel very comfortable?
Let's just forget about the whole thing.
Max!
You're not going anywhere.
Later that day, Tiffany called the police, even though Carson had threatened that he would accuse her of prostitution if she told anyone.
Max Carson was charged with kidnapping, sexual assault, and battery, but by then he had disappeared.
Two months later, and 3,000 miles away, Max Carson surfaced in Cocoa Beach, Florida.
Once again, he tried to work a scam on a beautiful woman.
Hi. I hope I didn't keep you waiting.
No, I just didn't come here.
Well, I've been here before. Why don't we go upstairs and have a lunch?
How about downstairs? I just want you to...
Carson and the woman had arranged a meet in the lobby of a Cocoa Beach hotel.
Carson wanted to continue their conversation in a private room upstairs.
He had convinced the woman to accept money for sex.
I'll get something up there.
Police, police, you're under arrest.
Solicitation.
Plan is scoped for 148.
Max Carson had walked into a clever trap.
The woman was wearing a concealed wire as part of a sting operation.
Carson pleaded guilty to solicitation of prostitution.
At the time, police in Florida had no idea that he was wanted in Las Vegas.
Take this guy downtown.
Two days later, Max Carson was released from jail and disappeared once again.
Only then did police finally discover his true identity.
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William John Wood was last seen in Reno, Nevada in March of 1991,
still using the name Max Carson.
He tried to run one of his scams on a model he had known in Las Vegas.
When she confronted him with his past, he disappeared.
Authorities believe he may be operating anywhere in the country,
though he seems to prefer Florida, Nevada or Southern California.
They are certain that he is still masquerading as a film producer or talent agent.
William John Wood, aka Max Carson, is 46 years old and 6 feet 2 inches tall.
When last seen, he weighed around 180 pounds.
In addition to Max Carson, he has used the aliases William Yeager, William Carson and Kevin O'Shaughnessy.
If you have any information about William John Wood,
please contact the FBI or call your local law enforcement agency.
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