The truth was never on screen.
Behind the shabby raincoat and easy grin, something darker flickered just out of frame. Fans embraced a shambling TV detective; few glimpsed the volatile man who built him from pain, ego, and fear. Childhood surgery, a missing eye, and a lifelong hunger for applause carved him into both hero and stranger to hims… Continues…
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