Deadly Isolation

Ah!

Okay, pick it up! Come on!

Over here!

Let's go, boys! We've got them!

Pick it up!

Come on... Yeah, here.

Keep going, boys!

- And right behind me, somewhere in this forest

is where Patrick Carlson and Kyle Mumford,

the leading suspects in last June's

San Francisco Gem Museum diamond robbery,

have somehow seemed to disappear.

While the police will not say so publicly,

they have doubts that anyone can survive in this wilderness

for very long. For Channel 2 news, I'm Rita Raines.

Expecting company, Daniel?

Patrick.

I can't believe it's you.

You don't recognize me?

No, it's...

You know the media kept saying

that you guys must be dead out in the mountains there.

You know, I figured that guys like you,

you could survive anything.

Uh, did Kyle make it?

- Hey, Danny boy. Good to see you again, buddy.

- And it's great to see you guys too.

I mean, you have no idea how freaked out

I was when I heard the...

when I heard the cops were on to you.

I mean I checked the news reports

all the time, you know, just hoping

for a word that you guys were alive, you know.

Phew. It's a real relief you're okay.

- Where are the diamonds, Danny?

The diamonds... uh...

we've got a little problem with that.

Geez! - Talk!

- Look, I laid low, okay, for the 6 months like we planned.

Ron had the stones and I...

- You didn't get them from him?!

- This was his show, man. You know that!

- So, he's got the stones, you're just hanging out,

and we're freezing our asses off in the mountains, huh?

- Hey, don't blame me for that, okay?!

I mean, I just about died when I heard they were after you!

- Hmmph! - Now look, I waited

the 6 months, okay, like we planned,

and I called Ron, okay?

Well, his wife answers

and she tells me that Ron's dead.

- Explain that to me, Daniel.

- He killed himself. He killed himself.

- He killed himself! - Kyle! Kyle!

- He's sitting on 12 million dollars in diamonds and he kills himself?!

- Kyle! Get off him! Let him talk!

Danny, Danny, what happened to him?

- I don't know. He checked into a motel,

took a whole bunch of pills, that's all I know.

I swear. Look, I wasn't expecting him to do that.

Maybe he was just under a lot of pressure, I don't know.

I mean, think about me, okay?

Look what I was up against.

Ron's dead, the stones are missing

and I didn't know where they were, you know?

But now you know.

Yeah, I think I do.

His wife must have them.

They've got to be in the house. Of course she's living there.

There's no...

Look, there's no other place they could be.

Oh my God.

- I've eliminated all the other possibilities, okay.

Trust me!

Good, let's go get 'em then.

It's not that easy.

It's Branford Island.

It's just off the coast, about 10 miles away from here.

Look, there isn't even a thousand people there, okay?

Everybody's watching out for everybody else.

Look, we just show up there,

red flags are going to start going off all over the place.

I've been thinking a long time about this.

You got a plan?

Yeah, yeah, I think I do.

Good boy. Yes.

Come, come.

- Hey, Susan. I thought I'd find you in here.

- Lisa. Oh, did you see Nelson out front?

- Yeah, there was Nelson and half the men in town

are hanging around in the street outside.

- : Oh, do you think we should sneak out the back?

- No, I think you should go out the front

and let the rest of the world see you.

- Okay. - Well.

- She paints from 9 a.m. till 2 p.m. every day.

It's like she's on a schedule or something.

And how do you know that?

- I put a private eye on it just to find out more about her.

I told him it was for a family law case.

It worked like a charm.

And this,

I've got her whole life on this little computer.

She lives all alone at the tip of the island,

has few friends,

rarely has any visitors.

- What about Tuesday? Are we still on?

- Yeah, it's gallery in Medford day, right?

- Right. - I'll see you later. Susan! - Oh, hey.

Well, look who it is.

I swear, if you were a house I could sell you for a fortune.

Hey.

Nelson, how are you? Good boy!

Uh, I saw you come into town.

It's been awhile.

- Yeah. - Hi, Kirby! Fine, thank you.

Hi, Lisa. Sorry.

Uh, here's that file you wanted.

- Great. - Sorry it took so long.

No problem. Thank you.

- Sure. So, how's everything at the house?

Do you need anything? - No, everything's good, thanks.

- Okay, well I'll see you around then.

- Okay. - Bye. - Bye.

- Bye, Nelson. - Bye, Kirby! - Oh, bye, Lisa.

- Yeah. You know what? You guys belong together.

- Oh. - You have so much in common, you have so much to talk about.

Oh my God!

Oh my God, you're cut pretty bad.

Are you okay? Can you hear me?

I'm gonna help.

Can you hold that?

Okay.

Nice and easy.

Yeah...

It's not that far.

Are you okay?

- Yeah, I feel like an idiot.

- No, please don't feel like an idiot.

Okay.

It's okay.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I must have dozed off.

- Keep your hand there. How do you feel?

Awful.

But what happened?

Uh, it was windy

and the deck was wet and I... I slipped.

After that, all I remember is...

you.

Okay, well I called the doctor

and she's going to be here really soon, okay?

- Okay. - But you just stay there and rest, right?

Okay, thanks.

It's so beautiful here.

- Yeah, how did you manage to find us?

We usually don't get a lot of visitors.

- Uh, I was heading up to the Canadian coast.

I like to stay pretty close to the shore, that way

if I see anything I can...

We're interesting.

So, what's your name?

- Oh God, I'm sorry. Jeff Watkins.

- Jeff, I'm Susan Mandaway.

- Please to meet you, Susan.

Thank you so much for...

Mandaway. Mandaway?

Yeah.

- I had a teacher in college named Ron Mandaway.

- Did you really? - Yeah.

What college?

- Cal State. - Oh my God.

What?

That's unbelievable... my...

well, Ron... that's my husband, Ron Mandaway.

- Tall, good looking guy. - Yes.

- I think he was an undergraduate teacher.

- Art teacher. - I sat in on a couple of his lectures.

- It's unbelievable. - How is he?

He's... uh...

he passed away.

Oh God, I'm sorry

Oh, it's the doctor.

Unbelievable.

Okay, let's take a look.

You're in good hands.

- Ah yeah, I'll have to stitch you.

- Will you have to shave my head?

Nope.

- I swear I can feel it healing already.

Good.

A couple of stitches will help it along,

otherwise you'll have a scar.

Ah.

Okay.

No, no, don't touch.

So, how did it go?

- I think you should have just let me float right on past.

- You'll need to rest for at least 2 days.

I want to be sure you don't have a concussion.