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Celebrity Hypnotist 11 - Part 3/5.
After The Warden had left, McKenzie stood up.
"Call my next witness," he said,"Dr. Quentin Laramar."
The man entered the Courtroom, he was a very imposing figure, he
was tall and broad, with meticulously cut red hair and a tidy beard. His
eyes were a piercing blue and his suit looked to be worth more than what
Donovan usually made in a year.
He sat down and peered about the Courtroom with a bright and
intelligent look, seemingly taking in everything.
"Dr. Laramar," said McKenzie, who seemed to be the only one in the
room (apart from Judge Calthers) who was not slightly cowed by the man's
intensity and presence,"Please explain your profession."
"I am a Sociologist as well as a Psychiatrist," he said,"I explore
the way human's relate to each other and their surroundings. I attempt to
get an insight into how the collective human mind works and, indeed,
doesn't work given their conditions, surroundings and other factors."
"And your current field of study?"
"I have recently completed a thesis on the mental and emotional
stress imposed upon people placed in restrictive surroundings, seeing how
they respond when their most basic human rights are stripped away."
"Could you give an example of that kind of situation, where could
we find it in today's society?"
"The best examples would be dictatorships, which are notoriously
difficult to study, and in this country Correctional Facilities. It's
in prisons where I came across the best material for my study."
"And why is that?"
"In prison, a large number of complete strangers from a huge
variety of ethnic and cultural backgrounds are thrown together, their
freedom of choice and control over their own day to day lives taken away
and placed into the hands of others. They are told when they may eat,
when they may shower, when they may exercise, when they may sleep, when
they must get up. They are forced to get along with people they normally
wouldn't give the time of day to. It's both remarkable and fascinating to
see how different people react in these circumstances."
"And what conclusions did you come to?"
"That in most cases the Correctional Facilities fail in their
intended purpose. Borderline psychotics can be pushed over the edge,
the younger prisoners who may be in for a foolish mistake can learn all
new tricks of the trade from older hands. Anybody whose in jail for
any length of time will tend to become institutionalized, and are more
likely to become anti-social and commit crimes again."
"Your Honor," said Donovan standing up,"Just what is the point
of this line of questioning?"
"If I wasn't being interrupted," said McKenzie with a sigh,"It
would have become clear by now."
"You have a short leash here, Mr. McKenzie," muttered Judge
Calthers,"Get to the point."
"Dr. Laramar, you've studied the psychiatric profile on Gary
Cole, presented by your colleague, Dr. Quinlin at the Celebrity Rapist
Trial?"
"Yes, I have," replied Laramar.
"And what conclusions did you come to based on...."
"Objection!" snapped Donovan, standing up,"Your Honor, Dr. Laramar
can't be expected to come to any kind of conclusion without having examined
the subject."
"Approach, Your Honor?" asked McKenzie.
The Judge motioned them up and the two lawyers approached, having
to speak in whispers.
"Your Honor," whispered Donovan,"Dr. Laramar is the recognized
expert in the field, in fact when I approached Dr. Quinlin to testify he
recommended that I go to Laramar."
"Do you have proof of this?" asked Donovan,"Or did Dr. Quinlin's
testimony not jibe with what you wanted The Jury to hear?"
"I have a referral from Dr. Quinlin," said McKenzie, rolling his
eyes at Judge Calthers.
"Don't pull any of that shit with me, Alex," Calthers whispered
harshly at McKenzie,"You present the referral as evidence and explain why
Dr. Quinlin referred Dr. Laramar, and if you do so I'll allow him to
testify."
"Your Honor," said Donovan,"This shouldn't be...."
"I've made my ruling, Mr. Prescott," interrupted Judge Calthers,"If
Mr. McKenzie can prove that Dr. Laramar is the right witness to give this
testimony, then the man can testify."
Donovan returned to his bench, Alex moved back to his and whispered
something into Gorman's ear, who then reached into a folder and pulled out
a document.
"I present to the Court, Exhibit 4A, a referral from the
Psychiatrist, Dr. Anton Quinlin, who tested the late Gary Cole
and presented a psychological profile to the Court during his Trial."
He handed the referral to the Bailiff, who gave it to The Judge,
who checked it and then allowed it to be passed around by The Jury.
"As you can see, Dr. Quinlin refers to Dr. Laramar as the expert
best suited to giving testimony in this case, despite the fact that Dr.
Laramar never actually met Gary Cole. This is because Dr. Laramar is
not only a Psychiatrist but a Sociologist, one who has seen hundreds of
similar cases and written studies on many of the effects on people in Mr.
Cole's situation. Not only can Dr. Laramar speak as an expert on the
state of Gary Cole's mind, but also present evidence that will discredit
Mr. Prescott's assertion that there is a mysterious Organization behind
The Celebrity Rapist's sex crimes."
"Very well," said Judge Calthers after a moment,"Begin your
questioning, Mr. McKenzie."
"Your Honor...." started Donovan, but was interrupted almost
immediately.
"I've made my ruling, Mr. Prescott."
Donovan tried to keep from openly fuming while McKenzie approached
the Witness box,"Dr. Laramar, explain to me Gary Cole's personality type."
"The late Mr. Cole," said Dr. Laramar, leaning back easily and
comfortably settling into his speaking,"Believed that he deserved everything
that came to him as a result of his Celebrity status. He truly believed
that not only was he better than others, but that they should in fact be
grateful that he even deigned to let them adore him. Who knows if he
raped any other women before attempting to rape Teri Hatcher? I do not
believe that he did, but I believe that he did believe so. He had a very
primitive attitude towards woman, believing that their only purpose on
the planet was to pleasure men, and most importantly, himself. It was a
huge shock to his system that not only was he unable to rape Ms. Hatcher,
but that she easily overpowered him and humiliated him."
"And so, how would he have reacted to prison, Dr. Laramar?"
"At first, he would have been quite comfortable there, thinking
of himself as a big fish in a little pond. In there he would be more
important than everyone else, he would be above them all."
"And the reality?"
"After a week of settling in, with others going easy on him because
of the protection of Mr. Henderson, Mr. Cole believed that things were
going to be, if not as he hoped his life to be, at least tolerable. That's
when he was raped for the first time, which had a huge psychological
impact."
"Explain, please, why that would be?"
"Imagine if you will, a man who has always believed himself to be
superior to others, a man who could take what he wanted when he wanted.
The world existed for his pleasure, things happened because they were
meant to please him. And then he discovers that rather than being the
dominant party, the party receiving pleasure when and how they wanted it,
instead he had become that which he'd always felt contempt for. He was,
to put it simply, a woman. He was nothing but someone Mr. Henderson could
go to when he was aroused, to be used however it pleased the so-called
Big Dog... which is what Mr. Cole now wasn't, the Big Dog."
"That would be devastating for someone like him, wouldn't it?"
"Oh yes, it would probably push him towards insanity, if not
directly over the edge."
"And worst of all," said McKenzie, turning to The Jury,"Is that
he would know that it was all his fault."
"Oh no," said Dr. Laramar, just as Donovan suspected McKenzie
had wanted him to, probably coached him to. But what was McKenzie up to?
That was what Donovan still couldn't figure out.
"Oh? I'm sorry, please explain."
"Someone like Mr. Cole could never except that the circumstances
he'd found himself in were of his own making. He was a perfect person,
he was superior and he couldn't have caused this untenable situation he
now found himself in."
- OH SHIT!! - Donovan's mind cried out, his only
exterior expression a slight widening of his eyes. He had finally realized
what McKenzie was leading up to... and he couldn't do anything about it
until it was said, and firmly entrenched in The Jury's mind.
"But, there was no one else he could blame it on, was there?"
"Actually, there was," replied Laramar,"He's now under the control
of the guards and Warden, he has to do what they tell him, he has to do
everything they say and has no free choice in how he lives his life. They
begin to become to him, The Establishment, he knows that the guards and
Warden aren't the ones in control, but represent something larger. The
faceless Bureaucracy which never seems to be held accountable.... and
that's when it hits him."
"What hits him?"
"It wasn't him that wanted to rape those women, it's not his
fault that he's in jail, it's Them!"
"Them?"
"Yes, in his head he creates something akin to the establishment
that runs his life, a faceless, sprawling Organization that's behind
everything and...."
"Your Honor, I object!" snapped Donovan, standing up,"This is
pure conjecture!"
"Actually, Mr. Prescott," said Laramar with a fierce glare at
the lawyer,"It's the educated opinion by the foremost expert on the results
of restrictive surroundings to pro-noid and pro-noid-like personalities."
"Dr. Laramar," said Judge Calthers irritably,"I will handle the
objections, thank you very much."
He turned to face Donovan,"Objection overruled, this is an experts
testimony, it is hardly conjecture."
Donovan sat down, from the corner of his eye he saw
Gorman pretending to studiously study a document, but unable to suppress
a grin.
"Please continue, Dr. Laramar," said McKenzie.
"As I was saying, in his own mind he creates a monstrous
Organization that is the real victim, and if it can't be proved, all the
better, it just strengthens his paranoia."
"And so this Journal?" asked McKenzie, holding up Cole's journal.
"By writing it down, he gave it credence in his own mind. It
was written down, therefore it was so. In my opinion he hid it in the
hopes that it would be found after his death and his reputation would
be at least somewhat exonerated. He even went for sympathy by making out
that he was reformed, i.e the title of the journal was 'How Gary Fucked
Up.' Not only that, but he included the fact that he'd been raped, making
it sound as if it had been by a great number of men so that there would
be pity for him."
"You're saying you knew he was going to die?"
"I believe he committed suicide...."
"OBJECTION!" cried Donovan,"Your Honor, the death of Gary Cole
was thoroughly investigated and found to be accidental."
"Of course it was," replied Dr. Laramar,"In his death he wanted
the control he thought he had before going to jail. He wanted people to
think his death was an accident simply because then they'd be wrong and
he'd be right."
"Objection over-ruled," said Judge Calthers, then turned to glare
at Laramar,"I warned you, Dr, that I rule on objections."
"I have no further questions for this witness, Your Honor," said
McKenzie, hoping to keep Laramar from being held in contempt for the smug
grin he was about to give to the Judge,"Thank you very much, Dr. Laramar."
"Thank you," replied Laramar, turning his grin to McKenzie.
"Mr. Prescott? Would you like some time?" asked Judge Calthers.
"No, Your Honor," replied Donovan, realizing that any hesitation
or backtracking now would kill him in front of The Jury,"Unless Dr. Laramar
needs some time?"
McKenzie suppressed a smile.
Laramar just shook his head slightly, indicating he was ready.
"Dr. Laramar, you never met Gary Cole?"
"No, however I...."
"And you've never actually conducted interviews with any of the
staff or inmates of Mr. Cole's Correctional Facility?"
- Bless you, Janet, - he thought to himself, she'd picked up this
particular fact while researching Laramar.
"No, however in a case like this that really isn't necessary."
"Oh," said Donovan, looking just a little surprised,"It isn't?"
McKenzie whispered something in Gorman's ear, who frowned, nodded
and wrote something on the pad in front of him.
"No," replied Laramar a little testily, as if he was incapable
of comprehending anyone not instantly taking him at his word,"It isn't."
"So you're saying that it isn't necessary to meet the subject or
to even meet people who know him to make a detailed and expert comment
on the subject of his mind?"
"That's not what I'm saying."
"Oh? I guess I'm just a little confused, perhaps you could explain
how you came to fully understand the late Mr. Cole's mind without ever
meeting him, his peers or guards?"
"In my very long career," muttered Laramar into the microphone,
leaning forward now and staring hard at Donovan,"I have recorded hundreds,
perhaps thousands of case studies, and have seen almost every possible
case scenario, just by looking at the basic facts of the case I can
immediately assess the situation and make a judgement that nine times out
of ten will be correct!"
"Nine times out of ten? And the other time? The time you're wrong,
how do you ever know without looking deeper into the case?"
"Well," said Laramar, looking a little confused at this sudden
change in the tangent of questioning,"In cases like...."
"And are you saying that you only looked at the basic facts of
Mr. Cole's case, a case which could so severely impact on this Trial? A
Trial which could let another sexual pervert go free?"
"No, I...."
"And in fact let other's continue years and years of sexual abuse,
safe in the knowledge that you're light attitude towards this case protects
them from harm?"
"I...."
"And in fact..."
"Objection," said Gorman calmly,"Perhaps Mr. Prescott could let
Dr. Laramar answer the questions?"
"Sustained, give him some time, Mr. Prescott," said Judge Calthers.
"Very well," replied Donovan,"Take your time to answer this one
last question then," he paused.
Dr. Laramar waited, looking irritated.
"Are you ready for my question?" asked Donovan.
"Yes!" snapped Laramar.
"Based on your very quick look into someone else's files on
a related case from nearly two years ago, can you say with absolute, 100%
certainty that The Organization which is alluded to in Mr. Cole's journal
and which almost certainly must have been behind the Celebrity Hypnotist's
sexual perversions, that this Organization does not exist."
"Well of course I'm not 100% sure..." started Laramar.
"Thank you, Doctor, no further questions, Your Honor," interrupted
Donovan.
"I'm not finished!" snapped Laramar in indignation.
"Your Honor," said McKenzie calmly,"You just rules that Mr. Prescott
allow the witness to answer his questions."
"Indeed I did, Mr. Prescott," said Judge Calthers sternly, looking
at Donovan.
"If it pleases the Court," replied Donovan,"Can the last of the
testimony be read back?"
"Go ahead then," snapped Calthers,"But then we get back to this."
The stenographer rolled back the record and read it back to the
Court.
"Mr. Prescott : Based on your very quick look into someone else's
files on a related case from nearly two years ago, can you say with
absolute, 100% certainty that The Organization which is alluded to in
Mr. Cole's journal and which almost certainly must have been behind the
Celebrity Hypnotist's sexual perversions, that this Organization does
not exist.
Dr. Laramar : Well of course I'm not 100% sure."
"Sounds like an answer to me," said Donovan,"And it sums up
everything."
Judge Calthers frowned slightly, hesitated a moment and then
nodded.
"Agreed," he said,"Redirect, Mr. McKenzie?"
Alex stood up slowly, his arms on the bench, he looked up at
Dr. Laramar.
"Doctor, answer this question with a yes or a no. Are you 100%
sure that this grandiose, all-powerful Organization doesn't exist?"
"No," replied Dr. Laramar, who had regained his composure somewhat.
"But is it likely?"
"No."
"And is it more likely that it was a concoction of Mr. Cole's
mind, driven over the edge by his restrictive surroundings, loss of
control and rape?"
"Yes."
"And that is your opinion, the opinion of the foremost expert in
the field of Criminal Sociology?"
"Yes, it is."
"Thank you, Dr. Laramar," said McKenzie,"No further questions."
Donovan kept a blank face, but he was inwardly seething over the
ease with which McKenzie had reasserted Laramar as an expert whose opinion
mattered more than fact.
"Unless there are any objections," said Judge Calthers, looking
at his watch,"I think we've had enough for today, let's recess for the day
and readjourn at 10 AM tomorrow."
He stood up.
"Court is in recess," said The Bailiff.
Donovan left without waiting for another verbal beating from
Gorman and McKenzie, heading out into the mob of photographers
and reporters desperate for a scoop.
-
".... McKenzie seemed very confident and almost amused when
asked questions about the Trial," a reporter was saying,"Whereas Counsel
for the Prosecution, Donovan Prescott, bustled out early and didn't even
bother with the ordinary 'no comment' we recieved from McKenzie, this
is Guy Harlington, ABC News."
"Thank you, Guy," said Peter Jennings,"Now back to the growing
crisis in Koso...."
I lifted the remote and switched the t.v off.
I chuckled as I looked back to the flashback box.
I had nowhere to go tomorrow, so I began rifling through the
box, looking for something to watch till I got tired.
-
"We did well today, I thought," said Gorman, sitting in the large,
plush office.
"Indeed," said McKenzie, puffing on a large (and illegal) cuban
cigar,"We did indeed."
"So, who do we call tomorrow? Detective Kimble? Hunter? Maybe
Deacon's secretary?"
McKenzie leaned back and puffed contentedly on his cigarette for
a few moments, smiling. Gorman didn't repeat the question, he knew that
the older, far more experienced lawyer was mulling things over in his
own head. Gorman took the time to sip at his coffee.
"We call our Client," he said finally.
Gorman almost spat out his coffee, the only thing that kept him
from doing so was the diminished respect that McKenzie would have for
him if he did and the very expensive suits that they were both wearing.
"Okay," he said, calming himself,"Tell me why."
"Okay," said McKenzie, leaning forward over his desk, putting
his hands together,"We're winning the case, that's plain as day
to everyone, including Donovan. But our job isn't to just prove his
innocence in the court, but put to bed any Appeal attempts as well as
a public perception of guilt when all the information is released to the
public."
"So," said Gorman, a slow smile spreading across his lips,"We
put him on the stand to show he isn't scared...."
".... because not taking the stand can be seen as an admission
of guilt," finished McKenzie, grinning.
"And if he uses his acting ability to generate some sympathy,
he can also destroy the last of Prescott's case," laughed Gorman, clapping
his hands together.
"Of course," muttered McKenzie, sobering somewhat,"Prescott is
good, the way he damaged Laramar's testimony today was testament to that,
so we're going to have to coach our boy pretty well."
"We should bring him in early."
"Say seven?"
"Sounds good to me."
-
"Ahhh!" I chuckled, pulling out a film cannister with a label
which read : Virtual Virtuousness.
I'd been in an arty mood after that encounter, and had come up
with a rather unconnected name considering the encounter.
-----
1993.
-----
I'd been sent a copy of a movie called Demolition Man, which was
usually an indication that The Head wanted me for an Assignment and was
trying to bait me by showing me the actress in it.
I'd slid it into my projector (the copy I'd been sent was on film,
as the movie had only just been released in theaters) and set it going,
instantly becoming annoyed when Sylvester Stallone appeared onscreen.
I remembered now, this was yet another sci-fi thriller/action
movie with big explosions in it.
And yet, half an hour into the movie I was totally enraptured
in it, not because of the story or characters, but because of the female
co-star.
Sandra Bullock.
I hadn't seen her before at that point, hadn't even heard of her
in fact. This was back in 1993, just before she burst onto the scene in
Speed as Keanu Reeves love interest.
But none of that mattered at that moment, because all I cared
about was that she was fucking hot, an incredibly sexy looky women with
an innocence and naiveté about her that was hugely appealing.
And as I watched the movie, an idea began to form in my head
for a scene between the two of us....
March 16th, 1999.
-----------------
The phone rang, startling me back to the present day.
"What?"
The phone never rang, no one had my number. My agent had the
number of my mobile, but no one knew the number to my real house (the media
and in fact, my agent, thought that I lived somewhere else).
No one except certain members of The Organization.
"Hello?" I said, then smiled when I heard who was on the other
line.
I listened for a few moments.
"Okay, no problem."
The person on the other end spoke again.
"Yeah, I agree," I said.
More from the other end.
"Seven? Okay, I'll see you then."
I hung up the phone and turned to look at the film canister next
to me.
"Ah well," I muttered,"I suppose tomorrow."
I had to get up early tomorrow, from what I'd been told things
were going to get interesting at last.
Still, I guess I could dream about Sandra.
-----
1993.
-----
"AHHH!" I cried, throwing off the headset.
"What is the matter, John Spartan?"
Across from me, Sandra Bullock was pulling off her helmet and
staring at me in confused concern. The reason for that was that she did
not actually know she was Sandra Bullock, in fact she believed that she
was Lenina Huxley and I was John Spartan, the character played by Sylvester
Stallone in the movie Demolition Man. Getting to her had been easy, at
this point in her career, if someone called her, she came to see them. I
always had an easier time hypnotizing the up and coming stars.
"What's the matter? What the hell was that!" I cried, more or less
quoting the movie.
"What do you mean?" she asked, confused,"That was sex."
"That wasn't sex! That was... well I don't know what the hell it
was!"
Later a small voice would be dubbed into the background, saying what
would become a famous line,'John Spartan, you are fined 10 credits for....'
"Yes it was, why? What did you expect?" she asked, clearly she
was completely naive.
"I was thinkin' we could do it the old fashioned way?" I said
hopefully, trying to sound flippant and cool about it.
"You mean... fluid transfer?" she asked in shock, her face staring
at me incredulously,"YEWWW!!!"
She then went on to explain that sex had been outlawed and that
procreation was done in a petri dish. When I blanched at this she seemed
to get angry.
"John Spartan, I wish you to leave my domicile immediately!" she
cried, stamping her foot.
"But I.... I..."
"NOW!"
She began to push me towards the door, catching me off-balance. I
fell backwards towards the floor and in my panic, reached out for the
closest thing to me.
Sandra 'Lenina Huxley' Bullock.
And pulled her down on top of me.
She lay on me, staring straight into my face, only an inch from
me, breathing rapidly, her body pressed close to mine.
"John Spartan?" she said, confused.
"What's the matter," I asked.
"I am not used to being in such close physical proximity to another
human being, it is considered a violation of our private space."
"Well back in my time we called it getting ready to slide into
first base."
"Huh?"
And I lifted my head up and kissed her.
She started to pull away, then stopped, hesitated, and lowered her
face down, allowing the kiss to continue.
When we inevitably broke away, she was staring at me with wide
eyes.
"John Spartan? Are all fluid transfers so... enjoyable?"
I smiled,"Better."
Suddenly she seemed confused again.
"John Spartan? I thought you left your glow-rod at the Preceint?"
"I did, why?" I asked.
"I can feel it pressing into my thigh."
I started to laugh, she seemed unsure of why I was laughing.
"I'll take that as a compliment," I said,"Now let me show you my
glowrod!"
And with that, I rolled us over, so that I was on top of her, and
began to undress her.
-----------------------------
The Trial - March 16th, 1999.
-----------------------------
"I remind you, ladies and gentlemen," said Judge Calthers sternly,
staring at The Jury,"That you hold no pre-conceived notions against the
defendant, that you listen to all the testimony and not only that which
you consider important. You must think of him not as a celebrity, but
as just another person, one whom you don't know, and whom you will find
either guilty or innocent based solely on the merits of the evidence."
He stared at them for awhile and then, as if satisfied by something
he'd seen, nodded and turned to face the lawyers.
"Your next witness, Mr. McKenzie."
McKenzie nodded, then called for his client to be brought in.
For the first time, the so-called Celebrity Hypnotist entered
the Courtroom.
End Part 3/5
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