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NARRATOR: This program is
about unsolved mysteries.

Whenever possible, the
actual family members

and police officials
have participated

in recreating the events.

What you are about to see
is not a news broadcast.

Do you have any pain anywhere?

Can you wiggle
your toes for me?

Do you know your name?

Can you squeeze my hand?

You'll be OK,
you're in a hospital.

Can you tell me your name?

When I first
regained consciousness,

I was extremely
afraid and confused.

I didn't know who any
of these people were.

I didn't know if
these people were

going to hurt me, whether
they're going to help me.

I wanted to know who they
were, where I was, who I was.

My mind just felt like a
big white sheet of paper,

there was nothing there.

Fear was probably the
most overriding feeling,

fear and confusion.

Everything just overpowered me.

You're in the hospital.

Do you know your name?

NARRATOR: This man has amnesia.

He is lost and alone.

He has no idea where
he's from, how old is,

or even if he has a family.

Tonight on Unsolved
Mysteries, we

will examine this
frightening and most baffling

case of amnesia.

Found wandering in the
desert nine months ago,

this young man remains
frozen in a shadowy existence

of not knowing who he is,
with no past and no future.

Perhaps you can help.

We also profile a twisted
saga of Joe Maloney.

Maloney lured his estranged
wife into drinking

a cocktail laced with poison.

She died, and he has been at
large for more than 20 years.

Many believe that this
ancient strip of linen, called

the Shroud of Turin, is the
actual burial cloth of Jesus

Christ, and that it bears
a miraculous imprint

of Christ's body.

Skeptics claim
that the shroud is

a work of a masterful,
medieval forgery.

Join me for this fascinating
edition of Unsolved Mysteries.

[mysterious music playing]

On January 20th,
1991, a young man

was found wandering aimlessly
through the desert, 30

miles from Las Vegas, Nevada.

He was dressed in three
layers of clothing,

carried no
identification, and had

apparently been in the desert
for at least three days.

You OK?

Are you OK?
- Water.

What happened?

I need water.

NARRATOR: He was
rushed to a hospital,

suffering from exposure
and extreme dehydration.

The patient was diagnosed
with psychogenic amnesia,

a condition caused not
by physical injury,

but by some traumatic
emotional experience.

Can you wiggle
your toes for me?

NARRATOR: While the
mysterious young man quickly

regained his physical
health, his memory remained

completely and totally blocked.

The hospital staff
gave him the name Tyler

and enrolled him in a state
funded program, which provided

a job and an apartment.

In the past nine months,
several tantalizing clues

have surfaced,
but Tyler is still

a man without an identity.

Tonight, he desperately
hopes that someone watching

can finally tell him who he is.

Authorities in Las
Vegas were baffled.

They found no one
reported missing who

matched Tyler's description.

There was no record of his
fingerprints with the FBI,

the Department of Defense,
and his CIA, however

doctors did find two clues.

Evidence of hairline fractures
in the knuckles of both hands

and what is believed
to be an old gunshot

wound on his right thigh.

Otherwise, it is as if
Tyler never existed.

Then another clue surfaced.

During a conversation with a
fellow patient from San Diego,

California, Tyler
got the eerie feeling

that he once lived there.

But the recollections were
vague and lacked any detail

until he underwent hypnosis.

PAUL BEAL: Under hypnosis, it
kind of sharpened the memories

that I was having and it brought
pictures to them, whereas most

of my memories of
the past came to me,

it just seemed like words
coming out of my mouth and more

like I was looking
at a piece of paper

than I was really
living the memory,

and this brought life to it.

I started remembering
a lot about the beaches

and different things
around the beaches.

I also remembered a lot
about the military bases

in San Diego.

There is North Island
Naval Air Station,

there's a Coast Guard airfield
right across from Lindbergh

Field, actually
more like a hangar

and they have a gate that they
open up and bring the planes

across Harbor Blvd there.

And I just really got
a sense of belonging,

like San Diego was a
place that I needed to be.

NARRATOR: Under hypnosis,
Tyler also vividly

recalled flying over San Diego.

He was struck by the
certainty that he

knew how to pilot an airplane.

Tyler felt that getting
behind the controls of a plane

might help trigger
additional memories.

Accompanied by a
flight instructor,

he put his uncanny knowledge
of flying to the test.

OK, let's try another
turn, all right?

Got to get that nose level.

Go ahead and watch
your altimeter,

just make sure it stays about
the same all the way through.

NARRATOR: Finally, complete
control of the plane

was given to Tyler and he
brought it in for a landing.

FLYING INSTRUCTOR:
There we go, not bad!

NARRATOR: The
instructor concluded

that, although a
little rusty, Tyler

had definitely flown before.

As time passed, more
intriguing clues emerged.

Although Tyler cannot remember
his own name, incredibly,

he can single-handedly dismantle
and rebuild a sophisticated

race car engine.

He also possesses
highly developed

skills at scuba diving, martial
arts, and computer programming.

Perhaps most
intriguing of all is

Tyler's detailed and intimate
knowledge of the bombing

mechanisms found on the
Navy's A-6 attack plane.

Many clues suggest that
Tyler has some kind

of military background.

But no record of this man
discovered in the desert

last January has been found with
the Navy or any other branch

of the service.

PAUL BEAL: I'm really kind of
at a difficult point in my life

right now, where I can't
move ahead with myself,

I can't get on with my life.

I can't do anything, really,
I'm almost like an illegal alien

here.

I have no identification
of any form now.

I can't go to work
because I am not

eligible for a social
security number,

I can't drive a car because I
don't have a social security

number or date of birth, and
I'm starting to feel more

frustrated as the days
go by, because I really

feel this needs
to come to an end,

I do need to find out who I am.

NARRATOR: A county
psychiatrist diagnosed Tyler

as a genuine victim of amnesia.

Last month, this case
took on added urgency

when the state funding, which
provided his job and apartment,

was abruptly cut off.

Then on the night
of our broadcast,

Tyler's search for
his identity came

to a poignant but
unsettling conclusion.

Within minutes, Tyler was
reunited with his mother

by phone, but as
more details emerged,

some began to believe
that Tyler may not

have lost his memory at all.

That evening, Tyler gathered all
his friends to watch the show.

Before his segment even aired
in Las Vegas, a man from Boise,

Idaho called our telecenter and
identified Tyler as his son.

Unsolved Mysteries
immediately contacted Tyler.

Yes, sir.

PRODUCER: Sorry it took
so long but everything

that I was looking
to cross referenced,

and we have located
your family for you.

You have.

PRODUCER: Yes, I have located
your dad, and your mother,

and your wife, who
you've been separated

from since February of 1990.

And they've informed me that
you also have two children.

And your wife lives in Iowa,
your mother lives in Iowa,

and your dad lives in Idaho, OK.
So I want to--

NARRATOR: Tyler learned that his
real name is Arthur Paul Beal,

but he goes by Paul.

He is 23 years old, and before
he was stricken with amnesia,

he lived in Boise, Idaho.

A few minutes later,
a nervous Paul Beal

called the mother and stepfather
he could not remember.

Hello?

May I speak with Mrs. Beal?

LYNN BEAL (ON PHONE):
This is Mrs. Beal.

This is your son.

LYNN BEAL (ON
PHONE): How are you?

You sound great.

I've waited so long
for you to talk.

I miss you.

I'm scared.

LYNN BEAL (ON PHONE):
I bet you are.

I don't remember you.

LYNN BEAL (ON PHONE): Huh?

I don't remember you.

LYNN BEAL (ON PHONE):
I'll help you, Paul.

NARRATOR: The emotional phone
call lasted nearly 20 minutes.

LYNN BEAL (ON PHONE):
You be strong, OK?

And I'll talk to you real soon.

OK.

OK, honey.

Bye.

Bye.

NARRATOR: A short time later,
the case of Paul Beal, a.k.a.

Tyler Doe, took a stunning
and unexpected twist.

What's your date of birth?

I don't know.

You don't know what
your date of birth is?

No sir, I don't,
I never needed it.

NARRATOR: North Las Vegas
police arrived and placed Paul

under arrest for grand larceny.

He was wanted by Boise
police in connection

with a stolen shipment
of frozen food.

How long have you had amnesia?

Um, nine months.

How do you remember that
if you've got amnesia?

Hi, I've come to get my son.

NARRATOR: The next
night, Paul's mother,

Lynn Beal, arrived from
Iowa to post bail for him.

Their reunion was both
emotional and awkward.

Paul Beal still did not
recognize his own mother.

I don't remember you.

You will, it will
just take time.

LYNN BEAL: It's
strange being with Paul

and his not remembering anything
about me, not knowing who I am.

I just, I want to push
everything into his head,

make him remember everything.

I want to make sure I can
do things to help him.

I'm scared, I don't
want to do something

to push it back farther.

I want to reinforce happy
thoughts, good memories.

I just want him to know I
love him, we all love him.

And I'm relieved that
he's safe, he's alive.

NARRATOR: The
reunion was tempered

not only by Paul's amnesia,
but by the criminal charge

against him.

In Boise, Paul was a salesman
for a food supply company.

On January 5th, 1991,
he left for Las Vegas

to sell a shipment
of frozen food.

He never returned to Boise.

On January 25, Paul surfaced
with the empty truck in Boulder

City, Nevada, where he was
questioned but not arrested

by local police.

At that particular time, my
impression of Mr Beal was that

he was very intelligent,
very well versed,

very possibly well-educated,
very clean cut,

and extremely talkative.

It just wasn't Paul.

That isn't something
he would do.

He's done silly, stupid
things like anybody else

has made mistakes, but
nothing to the degree

that this was, where he was
actually breaking the law.

I told him when he
left, I says, Boise is

going to get a warrant for you.

You know, they're
going to do it.

It's going to be
grand larceny felony.

So it's just a matter of time,
you'd better get up there,

go back up there.

He said, yeah, I'm
going back now.

I'm going right back up there
and take care of the situation,

it'll be fine.

NARRATOR: Three days
after he was detained,

Paul Beal, who came
to be known as Tyler,

was found wandering
in the desert.

Detective Baughman raises
the obvious and disturbing

question, is Paul Beal faking?

Amnesia's easy.

I don't know.

Who are you?
I don't know.

Where're you from?

I don't know.

Do you know anything?

I don't know.

That's just easy.

And for a guy like
him, he's convincing.

Is this the four of you?

Uh huh, at Thanks giving.

This still isn't
my son in the fact

that this isn't how
he would react to me.

We were very close.

I could tell by his eyes when
I first saw him tonight that he

really didn't recognize me.

He wanted to, I could see it
in his face, he wanted to.

If he was faking
it, there was no way

he could have faked that.

Am not and have not,
throughout this entire ordeal,

faked anything.

This is probably the
most horrifying nightmare

that anybody could
go through losing

an identity, losing every ounce
and fiber of a person's life.

Having it pulled away and
then nine months later,

have it given back to you
or have it presented to you,

but you still don't have it.

And I'd give anything in the
world to remember right now.

NARRATOR: Next, an
international fugitive

is wanted for the cold blooded
poisoning of his own wife.

In March of 1967, 27-year-old
June Maloney of Rochester,

New York, walked
out on her husband

Joseph after five years of
emotional and physical abuse.

What about the kids?

JUNE MALONEY: Don't
worry about the kids.

NARRATOR: In an
informal agreement,

June assumed custody of the
couple's two young children.

Joe was allowed to visit
whenever he wished.

NEAL DUNKLEBERG: June confided
in me that Joe had roughed

her up a couple of times.

He didn't hit her,
she wasn't bruised,

but he wasn't above, with
his flaring, Irish temper,

of turning bright red and
jumping around, hollering

and yelling and
looking very dangerous,

and perhaps grabbing hold
of you and shaking you.

And that's pretty intimidating.

So Neal, suppose I
wanted to kill a dog.

What kind of poison could I
use that couldn't be traced?

NARRATOR: Several weeks
after June moved out,

Joe Maloney paid Neil
Dunkleberg an unexpected visit.

Neil, an amateur
chemist, had set up

a laboratory in the basement
of his mother's home.

--Something like
arsenic or cyanide.

Now the trouble is they're
very difficult to calibrate.

NEAL DUNKLEBERG: He told
me that there was a dog who

was continuously tipping
over his garbage cans

and giving him fits.

And he would like
to poison the dog,

but he was a little
shaky about doing this

because it belonged
to a policeman

that lived in his neighborhood.

--In it's purest
form as I have it here,

or as you would get it in
a chemical supply company,

it would leave no trace.

NARRATOR: Joe showed interest
in one particular chemical,

a clear liquid
which is odorless,

tasteless, and lethal when
ingested in sufficient amounts.

NEAL DUNKLEBERG: When Joe
comes in and picks my mind

about something like this,
immediately afterward,

I would started thinking,
why did he want to know that?

And I got cautious.

I went up and I double
locked the side door

that led into my laboratory.

And I informed the
members of my family

that no one was
to go into my lab.

To keep everybody out, and
especially to keep Joe out.

Josie thank you so
much, I appreciate

you letting me down here like
this, you're a lifesaver.

I don't know, Joe,
I hope this is OK--

NEAL DUNKLEBERG:
Unfortunately, it didn't work.

My younger sister was at home
two weeks later, perhaps,

and Joe showed up at the
house and sweet talked her

into letting him
into my laboratory

because he had to
sterilize some instruments.

That's all I need.

There.

That's it?

That's it.

All done.

NARRATOR: Two weeks later,
June arrived at Joe's house

for their son's
fifth birthday party.

Joe offered June a drink
and she stayed at the party

for two hours.

Here you are.

Oh, thank you.

You know, Joey
told me this was

his best birthday party ever.

OK?

It's fine, Joe.

Glad you stayed?

It's a real nice party.

WANDA MORDENGA: During the
time that she was at Joe's

for the party, she had called up
and she was kind of like wound

up different than when she left.

And I had asked her,
I said June, I said,

how many drinks did you have?

And she says Wanda,
I only had two.

And so she went
to her apartment.

A little while later, I
went over to check on her

and I asked her if she
wanted me to stay with her.

She says no, she said
that was not necessary.

She didn't feel quite well and
she was going to go to bed.

NARRATOR: The next
morning, Wanda Mordenga

was surprised to find
Joe Maloney and a doctor

in the hall outside
Joe's apartment.

Is everything all right here?

June isn't feel too well,
so I called the doctor over,

she's going to be fine.

I think I'll go check on her.

No, I don't think that's a
good idea right now, Wanda.

That's perfectly
fine, Mr. Maloney.

I'll just say a
couple of minutes.

WANDA MORDENGA: When I went in
to check on June, she was there

and we were in the
bedroom talking.

And she didn't want me to
leave her alone with Joe,

she wanted me to stay with her.

That was quite definite, she
wanted me to stay with her,

so I did.

So what did the doctor say?

He said he thought
it was food poisoning,

but I think it's something else.

WANDA MORDENGA: All of a sudden
she stopped and it was like a--

I would almost have to say
a fear look in her eyes.

And I looked over, and Joe
was standing in the doorway.

Can I get you anything, June?

No, thank you.

What are you doing?

I'm just going to the
bathroom to get some aspirin.

Aspirin?

I'll get you the aspirin.

WANDA MORDENGA: She got up and
walked around a little bit,

went into the bathroom,
and he followed behind her.

I told you before,
I don't want you here.

Look Joe, I'm
just trying to help.

Who wants your help?

June is a friend of mine.

Joe, I want her help.

If you want to do something
for me, go to the store

and get me some pop.

OK.

I'll get the
prescription filled too.

NARRATOR: The next day,
June lapsed into a coma

and was immediately
hospitalized.

Despite a battery of tests,
doctors could find no cause

for her rapid deterioration.

According to Wanda Mordenga,
the situation appeared hopeless.

Joe Maloney seemed unruffled
by his wife's condition.

He offered his own explanation.

Doctor, my marriage
has been on the rocks

for about six months now.

We're separated,
not living together.

Lately she's been
despondent, depressed,

not getting along
with people at work,

being irritable with my son.

I think there's a
possibility that she might've

attempted suicide here.

WANDA MORDENGA: Joe had
tried to convince me

that June had commit suicide.

And he told me that I shouldn't
talk to anybody about anything.

I didn't think she
would commit suicide.

I really wasn't-- but I
was afraid that they would,

somehow, they would
make it look like that.

NARRATOR: June Maloney never
regained consciousness.

On June 5th, 1967, she died.

An autopsy determined
that June had ingested

a lethal dose of the
same type of chemical Joe

had taken from Neal's lab.

Four hours after
his wife's death,

Joe Maloney was
arrested and charged

with first degree murder.

It was--

I thought she would get
better, but she never did.

It was a shock.

I couldn't believe
that it happened,

that he would do that to her.

NARRATOR: Against
his attorneys advice,

Maloney has to be
committed to the Rochester

State Mental Hospital for
psychiatric evaluation.

The court granted his request.

Authorities were
unaware that Joe Maloney

he had once worked
at the hospital

and was familiar
with the layout.

On September 25, 1967,
less than two weeks

after he was
admitted, Joe Maloney

escaped from the
hospital and disappeared.

Five years later and more
than 3,000 miles away,

authorities in
Dublin, Ireland were

called to investigate
a burglary at the home

of Mr Michael O'Shea.

Morning sir, Constable Devani,
this is Constable McCormack.

WENDY EVANS LEHMANN:
The police apparently

already knew Michael O'Shea.

He didn't have any
criminal record in Ireland,

there was no allegation
of criminal wrongdoing

on his part, but
they were looking

for the burglars prints.

All the people who
were in the house

obviously weren't
the burglar, so they

wanted to be able to
eliminate those prints

from the prints taken.

Do you mind if we
check the mantle piece

and the desk for fingerprints?

Oh no, not at all.

Do you mind if
we take your own?

My own?

For elimination purposes,
it's standard procedure.

Oh, well fine.

CAPT. REISS: He allowed him
to take his fingerprints.

Well this detective went
right into his office

and sent it in to
Interpol, and he had a hit.

NARRATOR: Investigators
were stunned

to discover that Michael
O'Shea's fingerprints

matched Joseph Maloney's.

Incredibly, the twisted odyssey
of Joseph Maloney was not over.

He could not be
arrested because Ireland

and the United States had
no extradition agreement.

But in 1984, the
Irish Parliament

did pass an extradition treaty.

After 18 years at large,
Joseph Maloney, a.k.a.

Michael O'Shea, was
finally taken into custody.

He was held without bail,
all the while steadfastly

denying that he Joseph Maloney.

The suspect remained
incarcerated for 14

months at Mount Joy
prison outside Dublin.

He refused to cooperate
with the authorities

and did not allow himself
to be photographed.

Then in 1986, the Irish-american
Extradition Treaty

was voided because of
a legal technicality.

On July 24th of
that year, Joseph

Maloney walked out of prison and
disappeared, perhaps forever.

When we return, the intriguing
mystery of the Shroud of Turin.

Could it be the actual
burial of Jesus Christ?

The face of Christ.

Jesus of Nazareth.

His life and death have inspired
artists through the ages.

But how did they know
what Jesus looked like?

For more than 13 centuries,
depictions of Jesus

have been remarkably
similar to one another.

Yet The Bible does not
contain a single word

of physical description.

Many people think this piece
of linen holds the key.

It is called the
Shroud of Turin.

According to the Bible, Jesus
was wrapped in fine linen

after he was taken
from the cross.

Many believe the Shroud of
Turin is the actual burial

cloth of Jesus Christ, and
that through some miracle,

his image was imprinted
on his threads.

This is the shroud.

It is 3 and 1/2 feet
wide and 14 feet long.

The brown marks and lines
on either side of the image

are the results of a fire.

After the fire, these triangular
patches were sewn on by Nuns.

This Renaissance painting shows
how the 14 foot long shroud

would have covered the body
of Jesus, front and back.

On the second half
of the shroud,

there is a rear image showing
a man of powerful build, 5 feet

10 inches in height.

The faint imprints
between the scorch marks

are the source of hundreds
of years of controversy.

ALBERT DREISBACH,
JR. When I first

began to study the
Shroud of Turin,

I was convinced it was a
crock and that it would

take me probably
less than two hours

to put away this pious fraud.

After all, anyone with
an IQ of 100 or over

knows that all relics by
definition are frauds.

But I must admit, here I am
some 17 years later, I who came

to scoff have stayed to pray.

My own personal belief
is that the shroud

is probably authentic.

NARRATOR: The shroud
was first exhibited

publicly in Lirey,
France around 1355

A.D. in the Renaissance period.

No one seemed to know
where it had come from.

Eventually the
shroud was acquired

by the royal house of Savoy.

In 1578 A.D., they
moved it to Turin, Italy

where it was rarely
shown in public.

In 1898, the Savoy's
allow the shroud

to be photographed
for the first time

by a man named Segunda Pilla.

Surprisingly, his
photographic negatives

showed more detailed than
could be seen by the naked eye.

ALBERT DREISBACH, JR. He was to
write of this experience years

later and would never forget
that as he lifted that glass

plate, he believed that he was
the first person in 2000 years

to have seen the face
of Jesus of Nazareth.

From that point on,
the Shroud of Turin and

became more and more an
object of scientific inquiry.

Doctor Robert Buckland,
a forensic pathologist,

has examined size photographic
negatives of the shroud,

looking for wounds that might
correspond to the crucifixion.

The body shows a
number of injuries.

On the head, we see a
series of blood stains

around the forehead,
high in the scalp,

and along the posterior
portion of the scalp.

These are consistent with
the application of a crown

or a cap of thorns.

On the chest area, there
is a rather unique wound.

It is quite consistent with
a puncture type wound made

by an implement which
entered the chest

cavity and produced an outflow
of both blood and water.

In the region of the left wrist,
there is a puncture wound,

which was clearly
made by some implement

which passed into the
tissues of the wrist

and produced bleeding.

NARRATOR: The
crucifixion of Jesus

has traditionally been
depicted with nails

driven through his palms.

If it is real, why would
the shroud show puncture

wounds through the wrists?

Surprisingly, modern
research has confirmed

that at the time
of Jesus' death,

nails were in fact driven
through the victim's wrists.

ALBERT DREISBACH, JR. Dr.
Pierre Barbe, a French surgeon

long ago, proved that
a nail through the palm

would not support the
weight of the body.

The Romans did enough of
these, sometimes 500 a day,

to be excellent anatomists.

And like a butcher, they
knew where the bones were.

They put it in the wrist and it
held the body and held it well.

GINO ZANINOTTO:
[speaking italian]

TRANSLATOR: From the studies
I've made on Roman crucifixion,

I've been able to prove that
the shroud is an authentic image

of Roman crucifixion, whereas
the medieval, this form

of crucifixion, was unknown.

NARRATOR: According to many, the
Shroud of Turin is authentic.

The hold that it has somehow
survived for nearly 2000 years,

that it's stained with
the blood of Jesus,

and bears a miraculous
imprint of his body.

However some scientists believe
that the imprint on the shroud

is more likely a masterful
work in medieval French

or Italian art.

A painting with brush stroke
so delicate they cannot

be seen by the naked eye.

A controversy about
the shroud's origins

has taken on all the
earmarks of an obsession,

for believers and
skeptics alike.

In 1978, the shroud was made
available to a number of

scientists for the first time.

Using particles lifted from
the shroud with adhesive tape,

biophysicist John Heller
and chemist Alan Adler

determined that there
was blood on the cloth.

Further, their analysis
showed chemical

composition reflecting
severe torture

consistent with crucifixion.

Their findings, however, are
not universally accepted.

When I first
started working on it,

I expected it to be authentic.

I looked for body fluids
as the way I started.

But the red turned
out to be red ochre,

and another pigment, vermilion.

These are common
artist pigments.

There's no question, in my
mind, that it is a painting.

Many copies of the
shroud were made.

It was felt by pious
people at that time,

if you touch the
copy to the original,

it would give the
copy extra sanctity.

It's called a brandium
is the technical name.

When they were touched, of
course, some of that pigment

ended up on the shroud.

And that is what
has been discovered,

but it is not responsible
for the image,

let alone the whole body image,
total front and total back.

NARRATOR: Doctor Max Frei,
renowned Swiss botanist

who died in 1983, also
examined tape samples.

He discovered plant
pollen trapped

in the threads of the shroud.

These microscopic
organisms have hard shells

that allow them to survive
for thousands of years.

Dr. Frei found several
pollens in the shroud

that were not native to Europe.

In a documentary made five
years before his death,

Frye stated that
most of the pollens

came from the Middle
East, including

the area around Jerusalem
where Jesus was crucified.

Oddly, some of the pollens
came from the region

we now know as Turkey.

The presence of such a
significant number of pollens

from plants growing
in Turkey leads me

to one fundamental conclusion.

At some time of its
history the shroud

must have been exposed to
the air in southern Turkey

or the surroundings of Istanbul.

NARRATOR: If the
shroud is genuine,

could it have been taken to
Turkey after Jesus' death

and kept there for
more than 1,000 years?

Some believe the answer lies in
a centuries old legend, which

originated in the
Turkey city of Edessa.

Around the year 33 A.D.,
the King, Abgar, fell ill.

He had heard of Jesus' power
to kill and sent for him.

The King was not aware that
Jesus was already dead.

One of his disciples
arrived instead,

carrying a mysterious image
of the face of Christ.

The King was immediately
cured, and the image came to be

known as the Edessa cloth.

ALBERT DREISBACH, JR. It was
then known only as a face cloth

because a key word
in ancient documents,

tetradiplon, which
means doubled in four.

If you double the
shroud in four,

you end up with a
little rectangle

with a face in the middle.

NARRATOR: Many believe that the
Edessa cloth was the shroud,

folded and partially covered
to show only the face,

because grave clothes were
considered untouchable.

The Edessa cloth was eventually
brought to Constantinople, now

Istanbul.

In 1204 A.D., crusader's
sacked the city

and the cloth vanished.

150 years later, the
shroud surfaced in France.

Are the pollens found
by Max Frei proof

that the shroud was brought to
France by returning crusaders?

I think it's impossible.

I'm in an awkward
spot at this point,

because Max Frei was
a friend of mine.

But I think that he
wanted the shroud

to be real so badly
that he found pollen

grains, which I didn't find.

I had another set of tapes and
I did not find the same pollens.

NARRATOR: Optical
specialist Kevin Moran

claims that computer studies
reveal the unique qualities

of the image on the shroud.

When I take a normal
photograph, such as this child,

and I place the child
under the analyzer,

you can immediately see
a very distorted figure.

The nose, with respect to the
cheek, is totally distorted.

And this is because this
is a reflected image.

This image is made
by reflected light.

This is not what we
see on the shroud.

The shroud is a very
different type of image.

The image immediately comes
into a three dimensional form.

The eyes and nose,
mouth relationship,

are all clearly recognizable.

The image on the
shroud is so unique

that it almost enters
a scientific faith

factor all by itself.

Many people believe that the
Resurrection caused a burst

of radiation, when the
body was transformed

to its new existence.

This burst of radiation
marked the shroud

in this incredible image.

There simply is no way
that we can duplicate

this image even today.

Even now.

And people have certainly tried.

NARRATOR: Investigative
journalist Joe Nickel

created this pigment on
cloth facsimile of the face

on the shroud.

Nickel's image is very
similar in appearance

to the Shroud of Turin.

Under the computer analyzer,
it does exhibit some,

but not all, of
the characteristics

displayed by the shroud image.

This is the Joe
Nickel's painting.

Of note, the height of
the hair and the height

of the forehead,
the nose, cheek,

these are all quite
at the same height.

There no proportioning
or no shading.

Here's a man of the shroud.

Notice particularly that
the nose is sticking

above the rest of the face.

Here are the cheeks.

The proportions of the
cheeks to mouth to chin area,

in respect to the
nose, are quite good.

In the forehead, and
across the forehead,

notice how the hair
actually stands up

a little bit, but not too much.

NARRATOR: Bolstering
Moran's work,

believers say the
fact that no brush

strokes appear on the shroud
proves it is not a painting.

Skeptics point out that
Leonardo da Vinci's brushstrokes

were often invisible.

Some maintain that the
shroud we know today

was painted by Leonardo
and commissioned

by the Savoy family.

In her diary, the last
widow of the house of Savoy

wrote that she believed the
shroud was not authentic.

In an effort to resolve this
centuries old controversy,

the Vatican allowed samples
to be cut from the outer edges

of the shroud in 1988.

Each of three universities
were provided with a tiny piece

of linen for carbon dating.

Dr. Paul Damon at the
University of Arizona

headed the carbon dating
team in the United States.

Their findings placed
the shrouds origin

between 1290 and 1360 A.D.

PAUL DAMON: Within
less than five minutes,

we could see that it could
not possibly be first century.

The difference between 14th
century and first century

is so great that you could
see it within a few minutes

in the first measurement.

We made quite a few
measurements, something

like 16, but that was enough.

The rest of us would say
we have no disagreement

with what they dated.

But are you sure you dated
the main body of the shroud?

Or might you have dated
a patch or a reweave?

My co-principal investigator,
who is Irish from an Irish

Catholic family, and tried to
be quite blase about the whole

process, looked very dejected.

And I said, Doug what's wrong?

And he said, I didn't
think I'd be disappointed,

but I'm terribly disappointed.

The Vatican accepted the results
of Paul Damon's carbon dating.

At the same time,
carbon dating tests

done in Switzerland and England
confirmed Damon's findings.

In 1989, the Vatican
issued a statement,

allowing that the shroud
was a suitable object

for meditation and veneration.

But the statement
did not dispute

the carbon testing results.

On August 18th,
1990, the Vatican

agreed to accept proposals for
a new round of scientific tests

on the Shroud of Turin.

The proposals could possibly
include new carbon dating.

But perhaps scientific
analysis, no matter how

fascinating or controversial,
misses the point

of the Shroud of Turin.

For true believers,
further testing

will make little difference.

For them, the shroud has always
been simply a matter of faith.

Next, authorities need your
help to solve the brutal murder

of an elderly grandmother.

The tranquil rolling hills
of rural Orange County,

Virginia are less than 70
miles, but a world away,

from the streets
of Washington D.C.

This peaceful landscape is
an ideal setting for families

looking to escape the
crime and congestion

of the nation's capital.

The community of
Burr Hill consists

of little more than a post
office and a few homes.

For Ethel Kidd and
her husband Gilbert,

the township seemed the perfect
refuge from the big city.

They bought a plot of land
in Burr Hill and in 1988,

began building a
retirement home.

For Ethel Kidd, the move
was a dream come true.

Her children and grandchildren
lived in the area,

and at 61 years of age,
much of Ethel's life

centered around her family.

She was a good person,
she was liked by everybody.

She liked to cook.

She liked to have
cookouts and picnics

and she just enjoyed life.

NARRATOR: Wednesday,
April 12th, 1989

brought the promise of an
ordinary day in the country.

The house was nearly complete
and Ethel was spending

most of her time in Burr Hill.

That morning, she
visited her daughter who

lived less than a mile away.

Ethel returned home and was seen
checking her mailbox shortly

after 2:00 PM.

There was nothing to
suggest the sinister events

which we're about to unfold.

Thursday, the next
morning, my wife

called her mother about 7:30 and
the answering machine answered.

And she said, that's
funny, mom must left early.

Either she's on the way here
to have a cup of coffee.

But 9:30, I rode by and
I saw the car there.

Something hit me that
something was wrong

if she didn't answer the phone.

I saw this book and I saw
that it was an atlas, a map.

And I just picked it up
and carried it with me,

I thought maybe Ethel
may have dropped it.

When I opened the
door, that's when

my heart come up in my throat.

That's when I knew
something was wrong.

It hit me, that--

you know, she would never
leave the door unlocked.

She always had the door
locked, even during the day.

Ethel?

Ethel, are you here?

NARRATOR: Not only was
there no sign of Ethel,

there was no sign of
burglary or foul play.

Everything in the house
was eerily in place,

as if Ethel had been
there one moment

and then simply
vanished the next.

With no other leads, authorities
mobilized a large task force.

Law enforcement officers
fanned out from Ethel's home,

and acre by acre painstakingly
searched the woods and fields.

There was still no
sign of Ethel Kidd.

Eight days later, less
than three miles from home,

a local hunter came
across a shocking sight

in the same area, which
had been thoroughly

searched the previous week.

It was the body of
Ethel Kidd, bound

to a tree in an
upright position,

facing a logging road
less than 50 feet away.

Investigators determined that
Ethel had been strangled.

They also found evidence
of sexual assault

and estimated that she had been
dead for around seven days.

SHERIFF FAULCONER: This area had
been searched by land and air.

She was definitely not at that
location earlier in the week.

The killer is extremely
brazen to bring a body back

to the area where it
was kidnapped from

and place it in a position
so as it would be found.

Facing a road, just off of
a State Road and just off

of a logging road.

It's even as if he may have been
taunting the police, saying,

catch me if you can.

NARRATOR: It seemed
obvious that Ethel

Kidd had been kept in
storage after she was killed.

Surprisingly, there were
no signs of decomposition.

The medical examiner
stated that in his opinion,

from the evidence that he
found in his examination,

that she had been kept
in an insect free,

climate controlled condition.

Which could mean refrigeration,
either stationary or mobile.

NARRATOR: The authorities
theorized that the body could

have been kept in a refrigerated
truck, an ice house, or a walk

in freezer.

Other clues soon emerged.

Ethel had been bound with
a type of drapery cord used

in hotels and hospitals,
but not available

to the general public.

Car upholstery fibers were
recovered from Ethel's clothes.

But the main focus of the
investigation centered

on several items tucked
inside the road Atlas

found in Ethel's front yard.

These two sheets of paper
from a national hotel chain

contains sexually
suggestive messages.

Investigators surmised
that the notes

had been used as
flashcards to solicit

sex along the interstate.

The most chilling discovery
was a handwritten list of seven

items also found in the Atlas.

Police suspected that it
was a meticulous blueprint

for murder.

Line two, for instance,
listed clothing

and accessories which may
have been used for a disguise.

Line three read ID, ASAP.

Paper Trip book.

The authorities were
aware of a book entitled

a Paper Trip, which
details how a person can

obtain a new identity.

Item four simply
read Choose Location.

Item five was perhaps
the most baffling of all.

It listed the abbreviations
H.C., T.P., and S.G.

SHERIFF FAULCONER: The
best that we can come up

with would be handcuffs, tape,
and either surgical gloves

or stun gun.

This individual it
is a methodical, very

particular, cunning individual.

He is a loner.

That he is a white male,
probably between 35 and 45

years old, and that he has not
had successful relationships

with females.

We have to assume that this
individual does traveling

and stays in motels,
which could be

consistent with an interstate
trucker or a sales person.

NARRATOR: Ethel Kidd was
extremely security conscious.

Authorities theorized
that the assailant

may have devised a clever scheme
which would not alarm her.

Quite possibly, he used the road
atlas to create the impression

that he was lost.

Excuse me.

I'm lost, can you show
me where Culpepper is?

SHERIFF FAULCONER: This was
a very cunning, devious,

planned, calculated murder.

Because of leaving clues,
bringing the body back,

just the way that he did
everything in this case

and hasn't been caught,
yes, it's my opinion

that he will kill again.

Hopefully if he gets
put away for doing this,

that it won't be
done to anybody else,

because nobody deserves
to be done like this.

Nobody deserves
to die like this.

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Perhaps you hold that
crucial clue which

could help solve a mystery.