Bob Sands

Hello? Yes, ma'am. My name is Bob Sands. I'm a producer. I produce documentaries. Have you got just a moment to chat with me?

Hello? Yes, ma'am. My name is Bob Sands. I'm a producer. I produce documentaries. Have you got just a moment to chat with me?

It's about the death of Karen Silkwood.

It's about the death of Karen Silkwood.

I'm not going to testify to anything.

I'm not going to testify to anything.

Too long ago.

Too long ago.

In the mid-90s, about 20 years after Karen's death, I was handed a secret tape with the instruction I could not reveal its contents until certain people named in the tapes died. Well, that time has come. We'll hear what an investigator was trying to shed light on decades ago and what he came up against.

In the mid-90s, about 20 years after Karen's death, I was handed a secret tape with the instruction I could not reveal its contents until certain people named in the tapes died. Well, that time has come. We'll hear what an investigator was trying to shed light on decades ago and what he came up against.

And people with clues that could possibly help solve the puzzle of her death. People who've been holding on to the old investigative tapes we dug out of storage and even physical evidence from the night she died. In one case, an accident investigator saved a crucial piece of Karen's wrecked car, even making sure to pass it on to his daughter on his deathbed.

And people with clues that could possibly help solve the puzzle of her death. People who've been holding on to the old investigative tapes we dug out of storage and even physical evidence from the night she died. In one case, an accident investigator saved a crucial piece of Karen's wrecked car, even making sure to pass it on to his daughter on his deathbed.

With the idea that someday, someone could figure out what really happened to Karen. That someday, someone would come looking for it. Well, here we come.

With the idea that someday, someone could figure out what really happened to Karen. That someday, someone would come looking for it. Well, here we come.

Michael doesn't remember much about his mom. He has a few fragmented memories. That breakfast, a trip to the zoo, maybe a trip to the state fair, though he's not sure about that last one. Looking at Karen's old apartment makes him feel like some of those memories he's been grasping for could be unlocked if he could only see through the apartment's brick walls and 50 years into the past.

Michael doesn't remember much about his mom. He has a few fragmented memories. That breakfast, a trip to the zoo, maybe a trip to the state fair, though he's not sure about that last one. Looking at Karen's old apartment makes him feel like some of those memories he's been grasping for could be unlocked if he could only see through the apartment's brick walls and 50 years into the past.

Michael is a former Marine, and four years ago, he started his own investigation into how his mom died, how her car smashed into that concrete culvert wall, and he shares a suspicion other people have.

Michael is a former Marine, and four years ago, he started his own investigation into how his mom died, how her car smashed into that concrete culvert wall, and he shares a suspicion other people have.

Back in the early 1970s, Kerr-McGee was a Goliath in Oklahoma and in America's oil and gas industry. But if Kermagee was Goliath, Karen never set out to be David, though she certainly became one.

Back in the early 1970s, Kerr-McGee was a Goliath in Oklahoma and in America's oil and gas industry. But if Kermagee was Goliath, Karen never set out to be David, though she certainly became one.