EPISODE 4, SCENE 1 SUMMIT MAN SAUNTERED THROUGH THE DOOR promptly at ten o'clock on New Year's Eve, 1996. He was wearing a tan leather tux jacket, black leather bolo tie and his trademark chewed-by-dogs Stetson. He'd been drinking since the early afternoon. His glassy gaze scanned around at party guests decked out in all manner of eccentric formal wear. A question was forming in his vodka-addled brain. He collared a passing blonde woman splendidly attired in what looked like a grape skin. "Uh, where am I?" he asked her. The woman stared at him, mystified. "Is this Allred's place?" Summit Man queried. "No, this is Richard Starbuck's house", she replied, thinking maybe he was dangerous. Summit Man shrugged. Wrong house. No matter. "Which way is the liquor table?" he asked. The woman pointed toward the living room. "Thank you, miss. You've been quite a help," Summit Man complimented her, as he staggered off in the direction of more drink.