Basically, I wanted to write up some transcripts of hypnosis sessions my character Det. Max Kristeva ("K") would undergo with his psychiatrist (Dr. Applegate, or "A"). You can see that some of the events referred to here still exist in the storyline (see Blood Secrets and "A Crack Of Light"). However, some other details have been drastically changed--the main one being Kristeva's behavior toward the end of this scene. Oh, don't get me wrong, he does still do something similar in the current storyline--just not in this particular voice. If you're confused, just ask.
The date of last modification of this file (two of which exist, with different dates but apparently with the same contents) is 2002.
A: Can you hear me?
K: Yes.
A: Can you tell me your name?
K: Max Kristeva.
A: What do you do for a living?
K: A detective with the police department.
A: All right. I'm going to ask you to think back and remember something that happened a while ago. You and some of the others were on a drug bust. You went upstairs into the bathroom and found one of the suspects flushing the drugs down the toilet. Do you remember this incident?
K: Yes.
A: Do you remember what you did to the suspect when he got you angry?
K: Yes.
A: What did you do to him?
K: (pause) I stuck his head in the toilet.
A: What happened after that?
K: The others pulled me away.
A: Did they have to restrain you, or not?
K: A little...I remember they had to pull me away to get to him.
A: All right...can you tell me why you put his head in the toilet?
K: He got me mad.
A: Was he the first person to ever get you mad, or no?
K: No.
A: Have you ever done this before? What you did to him?
K: No.
A: Do you have any idea what made you do it to him?
K: (pauses, shakes head) I don't know.
A: Let's try to backtrack a little bit then...what happened right before you put his head in the toilet? Did he say anything or do anything?
K: (pause) Said something about how we wouldn't be able to pin it on him now. Which was stupid, 'cause I'd just seen him do it.
A: Did he say or do anything else?
K: (pause) I reached for him and he touched my arm. (pause) Then I got mad.
A: When he touched your arm, you got mad?
K: (nods)
A: Has this ever happened before, or was this the first time?
K: (pause) What?
A: When he touched you and you got angry. Is this the first time it happened, or has it happened before?
K: (pause) I don't like it when people touch me. (pause) So that was probably it.
A: All right...so he touched your arm, and you got angry. Did he do anything else?
K: (shaking head) No.
A: Was that when you put his head in the toilet, or did that come afterward?
K: That was when I did it. Then everybody jumped forward.
A: Let's back up a bit. How did you feel when you did this? When you stuck his head in the toilet, right after he touched your arm.
K: (no response)
A: Do you remember how you felt? What emotions you had?
K: I was angry.
A: Did you feel anything else?
K: (pause; shrugs) I don't know. I just wanted him to quit acting up.
A: Was he giving you trouble?
K: (nods) Yes.
A: How did you feel when he did this?
K: I just wanted him to quit acting up and listen to orders.
A: When he wouldn't listen, did this make you angry also?
K: Yes.
A: Do you often have trouble with suspects who don't listen to what you say? Or was this the first one?
K: It happens...
A: How angry do you usually get?
K: (pause) Annoyed. (pause) I don't normally rough them up, no.
A: Does that mean that you'd call what you did to this suspect roughing up?
K: That's why they sent me here.
A: Can you think of any other reason why this particular person would have made you so angry? So that you wanted to put his head in a toilet?
K: (growing frustrated) He touched my arm, and he wouldn't stop acting up. I just wanted him to do what I said. I don't know. Maybe I needed more sleep.
A: Do you usually have trouble sleeping...?
K: I don't know. He was just pissing me off. Why couldn't he just do what I said? It would've saved a lot of trouble, and I wouldn't even have to be here. This isn't helping any.
A: Do you feel angry, or--?
K: What do you think? (taking a breath) I'm sorry.
A: That's all right...so you were mainly angry because he wouldn't obey, am I right?
K: Yes. Maybe. I'm not sure...I don't know. If I knew why I get mad I wouldn't be here.
A: I know this sounds kind of strange, and repetitious, but I'd like for you to go over what happened in your head and describe it, exactly as it happened. As if you're doing it all over again. So we can see if there's a tangible reason why you get so angry.
K: (sighs) We bust into this big house.
A: Can you describe it?
K: (tilting head, sighing) It's a big place. Big family-type house, but most of the furniture and stuff is gone. Peeling paint job, bla, bla, bla. There isn't any lighting downstairs except from the windows so it's all gray. But we go upstairs anyway. Narrow little stairway. (makes hand gesture, signifying stair width)
A: What was upstairs?
K: They converted a lot of it up there into bigger rooms...taking out walls...et cetera. Might've had a drug lab up there at one point but not anymore. Smells like cat urine--
A: Cat urine--?
K: Meth smell.
A: (nods) Go on.
K: Only there are no drugs that we can see.
A: Who's there with you?
K: There's me, and Scott, and a couple of other guys. The bigger rooms are off to the side and it's still cramped at the top of the stairs so there's only a few of us. (pause) And over here they sort of have the bathroom, but it's been refinished so it has a stall in it. I saw one of the guys we spotted run in here. The others went after the other guys...they're barely out of their teens. He's in the bathroom, leaning over the toilet, dumping something in. From a baggie. I grab him by the collar and pull him out but he just kind of grins and holds up his hands and says we can't prove anything.
A: Do you talk back to him?
K: I think I call him a name or something. Moron, stupid. I might tell him I just saw what he was doing. Not sure. I tell him to come on out. He just keeps grinning. He won't even take it seriously, like it's some kind of joke. I try pulling him out and he grabs onto my arm--he's like resisting, trying to pull back into the stall. I grab him by the neck and dunk his head down into the toilet and flush it.
A: How is he reacting?
K: Struggling. (pause) Then the others pull me out, and take him out too. They're angrier with him. Think maybe he did something to cause it.
A: I want to back up a bit. You said he wasn't taking anything seriously...did this make you angry?
K: Yes. (pause) Yes...that did too.
A: Can you try to put into words exactly how you were feeling then? Besides angry.
K: I don't know. (pause) It just felt like a waste of time. We could've saved time if he'd just shut up and listened and let us do our job. Instead he has to act like an asswipe and throw everything off. It was a stupid drug charge. Like he would've done any time anyway. He has to make some big deal out of it, then he still just smirks like it's nothing. Like it's funny to waste time or something.
A: This makes you angry...?
K: (loudly) YES. (pause, taking breath) It would've been better if he'd stopped wasting time.
A: It seems as if you place some emphasis on the time. Was there some sort of schedule to adhere to?
K: There always is. A schedule.
A: But is it inflexible?
K: (brow furrowing) I don't know.
A: You can correct me if I'm wrong. You seemed to feel like time was being wasted on something trivial, yet you were also angry it was made out to be so trivial. Is this right?
K: I don't know. (pause) I just wanted to get the stupid thing over with.
A: Did you not like this case--?
K: He was wasting time and we should've just been able to get him out of there. In, out. He made a big deal.
A: You felt like he was wasting your own time.
K: (breathing picking up) We should've just been able to get the thing over with! Go in, get out.
A: Was there something overall about the situation that you didn't like--? How you lost control, --?
K: (breathing hard) It should have been easy.
A: Why did you think that putting this person's head in the toilet would make it easy? Did it make you feel like you could control the situation, or no?
K: I didn't like being in there. (pause, still breathing hard) I don't like being in here. (winces and doubles over)
A: Detective...?
K: (no response)
A: Do you need anything...?
K: (breathing hard) I'm fine... (winces)
A: When you pushed his head in the toilet--did it make you feel more in control of the situation? Or not?
K: (wincing; grabs at throat and starts making choking noises)
A: Detective--?
K: (continues making choking noises, bowing over)
A: (stands up) Detective, do you--
K: (starts retching and coughing loudly, holding throat, gasping for air)
A: (long pause) Detective...?
K: (choking noise)
A: Are you all right?
K: (breathing hard) (long pause) I don't want to be here.
A: Do you want me to terminate the session...?
K: (voice higher pitched) I don't want to be here.
A: (pause) Detective?
K: (lifts head and rubs tears away from eyes)
A: Detective?
K: Max.
A: Max...? Can you tell me where you are?
K: (still in odd voice) That old house with all the icky rooms. I hate it in here.
A: Are you all right?
K: (nods) Now.
A: I wanted to know why you felt shoving his head in the water would make the situation easier...
K: I didn't do it.
A: Detective...?
K: Max. (odd look) Why are you talking to me like that...?
A: Like what?
K: I don't like being in here. (rubs arms)
A: Do you want me to terminate the session early?
K: (shaking head quickly) No. No. I'll be good.
A: Good?
K: (nods)
A: Have you been bad--?
K: (nods) That was why there was the water.
A: Why you shoved his head in the water?
K: (shaking head; looking confused) No... (pause) I don't understand. Do you want me to say something?
A: Did you shove his head in the water...?
K: (confused look) No.
A: (frustrated) Was someone's head shoved in the water, or did this not happen?
K: (pause) (understanding look; nods) Yes.
A: Yes, what...?
K: His head was in the water. Yes.
A: Whose head was in the water?
K: The boy's.
A: (pause) Which boy, Max?
K: The one they took in the house.
A: They who?
K: The men with the guns.
A: Do you mean police?
K: (looks thoughtful) No...I don't think so.
A: (pause) All right...so, some men with guns took a boy into this house...right?
K: (nods) Yes.
A: And how did his head get into the water?
K: They shoved it in.
A: What did he look like?
K: Afraid. (pause, grows serious) Young. Brown hair. Big eyes. (holds hands up to eyes to form rings) He's my age.
A: (puzzled) He's your age...? Is he a boy or a man?
K: A boy. I told you that, silly.
A: (pause) How old are you, Max?
K: Six. (smiles) How old do you think I am?
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