Faces of Death III Page #4

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the pain

was increased.

The aim was to loosen

his tongue

through a combination

of pain and fear.

(Spanish speaking)

The merciless questioning

continued for hours,

and still the

uncooperative prisoner

refused to give

the proper answers.

A new set of techniques

had to be employed,

but first an unconscious

Carlos had to be revived.

But even in a

semi-stupor,

Carlos wasn't able to provide

the needed information.

Totally disoriented

and racked with pain,

Carlos was indeed a very brave

man, or totally innocent,

for few people could withstand this

terrible agony without cracking.

The survival

of a terrorist regime

is dependent

upon secrecy.

The failure of the

interrogation of Carlos Marino

could only be

resolved in one way,

for there could be

no witnesses.

No one will ever know if

Carlos was indeed guilty.

My friend,

Alfredo Garrob,

has never wanted to move out

of this war-ridden country.

He has a firm belief that

some kind of political

moderation will

be reached.

I hope so

for his sake.

As for me, I've just confirmed

my plane reservations

to the

United States.

I must confess I feel

a bit out of place here,

I don't speak Spanish, and

I don't have any desire to die

in a war in which

I am not involved.

But I do have to admit

there's one thing I'll miss;

Alfredo's

home made tequila.

Long live

the revolution.

On June 1, 1979, police

responded to a phone tip

that a bomb had been

placed at the home

of a recently defected

Russian artist.

Time was of

the essence,

for the lives of

these professionals

were at the

mercy of a bomb

that could explode

at any given second.

There could be

no room for panic.

Patience was the key to their

success and their survival.

Let's check

the pit out.

We have

an alert here.

Sad, we

have an alert.

Fearing that the explosive device

might detonate at any moment,

the Bomb Squad

had no choice

but to disarm it

on the premises.

A reinforced steel shield

was erected

to protect the Bomb Squad observers

and the news cameraman.

Okay, we have

a destructive devise,

seven sticks

of Hercules dynamite,

two battery supplies,

a Quartz clock attached

to an arming device.

I'm gonna try and pull

the blasting cap...

going for the

blasting cap now.

Bomb Squad members are faced

with death on a daily basis.

Bill Reynolds had often

expressed his fear of death

at a bomb

exploding in his hands.

On this

very day,

Bill's greatest fear

became a tragic reality

as he experienced

his own face of death.

Through the mid 1960s

to the early1970s,

America was involved

in a war

that has never really

been understood.

The locale

was Vietnam.

A country divided

by civil war,

hoping to prevent

the spread of communism,

the United States

set up a base of operations

in the city

of Saigon,

where Americans teamed

with South Vietnamese

to destroy

the dreaded Vietcong.

Unfortunately, this was

a way which nobody could win.

For five years, Cliff Freedman had

been a news cameraman in Vietnam.

His dramatic footage of the

war had brought him awards

as well

as recognition.

Many times he would risk his

life to get that extra shot

that had made

his photography so unique.

Freedman never carried

a gun during his tenure

as a cameraman

in Vietnam.

If he ever had

a fear of dying,

this footage was

a testament to his courage.

In slow motion,

you'll be able to witness

the final frame

of Cliff Freedman's life.

Although Freedman captured the last

moments of his life on celluloid,

there are others who claim

that they have recorded

a mental image

of their own death.

I feel very strange

talking about this

because it was a

very personal experience.

I had to go to the hospital,

and I felt very much alone.

I was having open

heart surgery.

One of the greatest

hopes we all share

is the possibility

of life after death.

The enigma of death has

remained an unanswered question

since the beginning

of time.

If there ever was

one universal fear,

it would have to be

the fear of death.

The case of Mary Stevens may

somehow shed a new view point

on this seemingly

unsolvable mystery.

My heart stopped, I

was dead for several minutes,

and I didn't know

what was happening.

Everything about me

was bright red, and I thought,

I'm dead, dear God

in heaven, I'm dead.

I came out of the red

into a white light,

suddenly I felt

very safe.

I saw my husband,

I miss him terribly.

I was so happy.

My sister Gloria was there,

the people I love,

even my best friend,

oh, God, it was wonderful.

Then I saw my son,

he was killed in Vietnam,

and he looked just exactly

the way I remember him.

I really wanted

to stay there,

but I woke up in the hospital

and I was in terrible pain.

And I'm glad to be alive,

because there's so many things

I need to do

and want to do.

But I'm not afraid to die

anymore because there's-

I know that I'll be

with the people I love

in the afterlife.

This is the police,

do not jump,

repeat,

do not jump.

On a hazy spring

afternoon in 1979,

Frank Maynard was faced with

the ultimate decision;

whether or not

to take his own life.

After being out of work

for several months,

and faced

with divorce,

Maynard decided suicide

was his only escape.

As his wife arrived

on the scene,

police felt confident she could

deter his destiny with death.

Do you have any idea

why he's doing this?

Do you think

you could go-

do you think you

could go talk to him?

I don't know why

he's doing this.

Come on, come on,

get her up here.

Is he on drugs

or something?

Get her up there.

Come on,

get her up there.

Posing as

a maintenance man,

Maynard had gained access

to the ledge.

At first his own fear

of death prevented tragedy.

Coming through,

coming through,

coming through,

coming through.

I'm gonna do it...

Living in a

complex world,

we must have

at our command

means that are adequate

to deal with the complexity.

If this does not occur,

a grave imbalance results.

This particular face

of death resulted

when Frank's actions

overcame his rational mind.

Well, it sounded like

a little splash,

aside of liver hitting

the floor when you drop it.

You know, kind of a splash,

kind of gooey like,

you know

what I mean.

The negative voices

which had beckoned Maynard

resulted in

self annihilation.

The problems he perceived

coping with daily existence

had finally

been eradicated.

The man, he just,

all of a sudden

just jumped

out of the window.

I didn't know

what was going on,

I was just walking by,

just got a

bottle of wine.

And I was walking by

and all I seen him jump

when that

lady yelled.

I didn't know

what happened.

I saw his wife

begging him,

and she said don't jump,

and he did.

He sure had a problem,

that's all I can tell you.

All I see was them

put the lady in the police car

and take her away.

I guess it

was his wife.

If death brought peace

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