DIE After Dark: Do You Know This Man?

On May 15, 1993, while Ringo Starr celebrated the CBS premiere of his show Best Wishes inside Hollywood’s Roosevelt Hotel, a young man fell from the roof to his death. No one came forward. No family claimed him. And the media didn’t cover it.Over 30 years later, he remains unidentified — known only as Missing Persons Case UP3736.

In this premiere episode of Die After Dark, we revisit that day to shed new light on a forgotten case. Through eyewitness accounts, archival reporting, and never-before-shared details, we can help identify the man who vanished from memory that spring evening.

If you recognize him or have any information, please contact:

👉 Los Angeles County Medical Examiner-Coroner👉 NamUs Case #UP3736 https://www.namus.gov/UnidentifiedPersons/Case#/3736

Someone, somewhere, knows who he was.

Episode Transcript

(00:06):
The Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel has stood for nearly a century a
monument to Hollywood dreams. The first Oscar ceremony was
held here, it's halls lined withphotographs of people the world
will never forget. But on a warm day in May 1993,
while a crowd gathered inside for ACBS television pilot
starring Beatles drummer Ringo Starr, a young man jumped, fell

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or was pushed from the roof. He struck the sidewalk beneath
the Roosevelt's marquee, landingon the pavement among the
engraved stars of the famous theHollywood Walk of Fame.
Their names glittered in the sunlight.
His disappeared before anyone learned it.
No headlines, no family claims, no name, and 30 years later,

(00:52):
he's still here, waiting for someone to finally say who he
was. The Hollywood Roosevelt opened

(01:57):
in 1927. The first Academy Awards were
held in the Blossom Room. Marilyn Monroe lived here when
Norma Jean became Marilyn. Max Bayer Senior, a world
heavyweight boxing champion, died of a heart attack inside
his room after his son was born.His son, who would become Jethro
on the original Beverly Hillbillies.

(02:18):
Early Hollywood star Barry Fitzgerald struck and killed a
woman just outside the lobby. Too many actor suicides and
deaths to mention the Hollywood Roosevelt isn't just a hotel,
it's a witness. And if these walls could talk,
they'd probably ask for a lawyer.
By the early 90's, the shine haddimmed.

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The Oscars moved on. Tour buses still crawled past,
but the red carpets were long gone.
The Roosevelts stood watch, a beautiful face trying not to
crack. And in that quiet, someone
climbed to the roof. Saturday, May 15th, 1993, early

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evening, sun still high enough to sting your eyes.
Inside, a small crowd watched Ringo Starr play a guardian
Angel. They laughed.
They clapped. They believed in happy endings.
At least for that hour. Not one person inside noticed a
young man making his way up. We only know that that day,

(03:25):
whether by choice, by accident or by force, he stepped into the
air. He landed directly under the
Roosevelt's marquee on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.

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Not a back alley. Not a hidden corner right in
front. And what happened next was
worse. Guests pushed through the doors.
They looked, and they kept moving.
The Los Angeles Times would later run a short first person
column by Robin Morgan, a witness who described people

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stepping around the body as if it were nothing.
No headline blitz, no frenzy. Just a city pretending not to
see. What's most frustrating is that
he wasn't forgotten over the years.
He was actively ignored in real time.

(04:28):
The Los Angeles County Coroner did what they always do.
They documented carefully, clinically.
He had no wallet, no keys, no note.
He was a male, listed as white or possibly Latino.
Estimated age 18 to 30. He was 5-7, around 155 lbs,

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Black hair, brown eyes. He had a scar on his abdomen, a
tattoo on the right lower forearm, A skeletal head with
RIP and block letters. He was wearing a purple and
white short sleeve shirt size medium, a black Plaid jacket
size medium, black pants, white Adidas sneakers, white socks,

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white briefs and a necklace witha broken dragon medallion.
Fingerprints were run through state and federal systems.
Nothing. Dental record comparisons,
nothing. Missing persons checks across
the country. Nothing.

(05:40):
His case became a number in the National Missing and
Unidentified Persons Database, case number UP3736.
I want to show you something because even after all this,
there is a real photograph takenshortly after his death.

(06:05):
For obvious reasons I've placed a bar over the eyes and I've
blurred blood near his head. But the rest, what you're seeing
on screen right now, is 100% real.
He isn't twisted in fear. He looks past you like he's

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focused on something beyond the lens.
The clarity is unnerving, almostheadshot quality, a face that
should have been recognized but wasn't.
For those who can't or don't want to see that image, there's
a forensic recreation. It's measured less triggering,
but it's him also. I've been digging.

(06:54):
I've spoken with the Los AngelesPolice Department, They're
missing persons unit in the LA County coroner's office.
I've talked to investigators andto their legal team.
They told me that if I want the full case file, the photographs,
the internal notes, I have to subpoena the records because
what's public isn't everything from multiple independent

(07:24):
sources. There are rumors, persistent but
unconfirmed, that there are not one, not 2, but up to four
additional photographs, never before released.
Images showing the tattoos, the identifying body marks, the kind
of evidence that could finally put a name to this man.

(07:44):
But those images are locked away, a face that could be
recognized, kept in a drawer. They have a clear photo of this
young man's face. He died on the most famous
sidewalk in America, and yet somehow he's still anonymous.
It's frustrating, especially in a city like Hollywood, a place

(08:06):
that sells immortality. But in May 1993, a man died
beneath the Roosevelt's lights, and Los Angeles looked away. 0
Front page push No nightly news cycle, just a brief column from
a witness who refused to pretendlike it didn't happen.
The Boulevard kept humming, the marquee kept glowing, and he

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slipped into a filing cabinet labeled UNIDENTIFIED.
If these walls could talk, they wouldn't whisper legends.
They'd ask why a man's name was allowed to vanish in broad
daylight. This story doesn't have to end
in silence. Someone out there knows this

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face. Someone out there remembers a
friend who never came home in 1993.
A son, a brother, a roommate whodisappeared without a forward
address. Here's what we do know.
A male, possibly Latino, 18 to 30 years old, 5 foot seven, 155
lbs, black hair, brown eyes, abdominal scar, a skull tattoo

(09:12):
with RIP on the right forearm and a broken dragon medallion.
If that sounds like someone you knew, If you recognize the photo
of the reconstruction, contact the Los Angeles Police
Department Missing Persons Unit or the LA County Medical
Examiner Coroner and reference the number UP3736.

(09:35):
I am pursuing the legal path to subpoena the full case file,
including those rumored unreleased photographs.
If you know who he was, if you remember a friend who never came
home in 1993, you can still givehim back what this city took
away his name.