Charlie Parker, a private investigator who plays a pivotal
role in the investigation at the heart of documentary film
The Imposter, talks to View's Matthew Turner about cold
cases, keeping on your toes as a P.I., and never giving up
until the truth is uncovered.
So, how did you get involved in the
film, first of all?
I was hired by a company called Hard Copy, they had a TV
show that investigated hot cases. They called me and said
there was a boy who had just gotten out of being held
captive in a prison camp, where he was held and tortured
and raped, and all kind of things happened to him. They
said; ‘We’ll pay you $500, go check it out’. So the
producer and I went to the house, and fortunately it was
almost like fate. I got to sit over here, while he
interviewed and set up the camera. And right in front of me
was a picture of the real Nicholas Barclay, and to my left
was Beverly and Carey.
So I got to watch their reactions versus his, and I got to
look at the photo and look at him. So I went over to the
producer, after a while, and I said ‘Zoom in on his ears’.
And he said ‘What?!’ and I said ‘Zoom in on his ears. Get
me a big shot of his ears’. And then I took the photo. And
when we got back to the office, we put it in Adobe
Photoshop, and everybody laughed when I said that, I mean
that’s what we call it – Adobe Photoshop! We put it in
there, looked it up, zoomed in, to the last pixel and it
wasn’t him. I mean, I knew it. So I pick up the phone, and
I call Miss Dollarhide, or Beverly I call her, and I say
‘It’s not him, he’s not your son’, and she says ‘What?!
What are you talking about?!’ And she never did you know,
she went on, and nothing happened.
So two days later I had already called the ophthalmology
school, to check about eyes, because he said he’d been
injected in his eyes. And they told me ‘That’s not
possible’. Except there was a drug for glaucoma, that would
darken blue eyes, or darken brown eyes. But no drug known
to man could change the colour of your eyes. Then I called
Trinity University in San Antoine, and asked the language
department, ‘Do men, who come back as prisoners of war,
maintain the accent?’ They said, ‘In the Vietnamese war,
some men kept it for as long as two or three days, but
never after that.’ So I knew I had him. And two days later
he called me. And he said, ‘Who do you think you are? The
FBI thinks it’s me. Immigration thinks it’s me. And my
family thinks it’s me. Who do you think you are?’ And I
thought, ‘Jesus’.
I said ‘Whoever you are, if any harm comes to that family,
I’m gonna find you. I’m gonna hunt you down and find you.’
Two more days passed, I go back to Hard Copy. Hard Copy
says, ‘End of the story Charlie, we don’t want anything
more to do with this’. So I go back to the producer, he
said ‘This is something real bad Charlie, get out of it’.
So I go to my wife and she says, ‘Go back to work, we need
the money’ you know, so I’ve got all of these things and
nobody believed me. No-one. And he called back.
And he accused me again, but what he really wanted to know,
was what I had found out, and who I had told. So he and I
developed an unusual relationship. He was reeling in me,
and I was reeling in him. And it’s a strange relationship.
Personally, I’ve had some dangerous cases, but he scared me
to death. He had an aura about him. He’s got that kind of
thing… the young kids like him, he's vampire-ish, he’s got
that thing about him that just frightens people. My wife
and I had lived the story, but at South By Southwest, we
watched, and we became frightened again. It’s a way about
him, and so I wouldn’t go away. The sad part is, he could
have left anytime. He had that passport.
I spent four hundred bucks, which my wife nearly killed me
over, to get him a polygraph. And he passed the polygraph!
He passed it! I never knew anybody pass it, and could do
that! So I’m thinking now, holy Jesus, now nobody’ll
believe me! See, cops believe in a polygraph, they all
believe in it. I mean, my God, it’s hooked to you – your
blood pressure, your sweat glands, everything. And he
passed it! And he walked out of that place like he was the
King of the Mountain. ‘Told you so’. And I thought, you
rat. And I’m begging people – it got so bad about the ears
that I probably did become obsessed, but I wanted to tell
my story. And Scotland Yard, it’s one of the ways they
cracked James Earl Ray! Earl Ray, who killed Martin Luther
King. When I told the FBI prosecutor that it’s one of the
ways they got James Earl Ray, he says ‘Who’s James Earl
Ray?’ He was so young, he didn’t know! So it was a
frustrating time in my life.
So at what point did Bart get in
touch with you then?
Bart didn’t at first, Poppy did, the girl [producer Poppy
Dixon]. Bart got in touch with me – I mean, look at Bart.
Automatically you trust him, and he let me tell my side of
the story, Nancy tell hers, everybody tell their side of
the story. And I felt like he would tell the truth. And it
was after he’d been caught, and years went by. And I never
got any credit for it, when 20/20 came down, they gave all
the credit to Connie Chung, as an investigative reporter,
and Bourdin talked him into not letting me in on it, and so
I didn’t get in on it.
All my buddies, they were PIs, they knew I’d worked it, and
there was that show and they didn’t show me. It was
heartbreaking. And the lady who had produced it told me, it
was her job to bring Connie Chung back to life, to save her
career, she said, so they did that about her. But I think
he’ll do it again. I really do. I think he’ll impersonate
someone older - another character. I think he’s dangerous
as hell, and you don’t change from that. The bad part is,
when he was in prison, he studied. About sociopaths, and he
studied about psychology. He knows how to react to your
questions, he’s a very smart guy.
Are you still on the
case?
Yeah, I am. I got some more digging to do, I got some more
places to look. And Beverly, and Carey and I have a
relationship. Carey called me on the phone two days before
I came. She said, ‘Charlie, there’s some nutter on the
internet that’s claiming he’s Nicholas Barclay’. And so I
gotta check that out. My wife’s gonna die when I’m gonna
fly to Florida to check that out. But I got to! And we
gotta check the IP address, and see who the hell it really
is!