Mercs 2, while buggy as hell, is really fun with another player. Alone, it falls under the same trap as the first one: You'll do everything the game has in the first 3 hours.
Your teammates are named Leggolas, Legolaas, Xxlegolasxx, Lesgrolass, Legglas, and DrizzztGoku.
I've been so busy with Rock Band 2 and Viva Pinata: TiP that I'd forgotten about the bikes in BP. I had gotten pretty bored with it but I might have to drop it back in between taking the kids to soccer/pokemon.
The world premiere of Blog Theatre. Please give a warm applause for this evenings production of George Washington.
We are taping this meeting for county record and counsel review. Do you have any objections to the filming of this deposition?
That would be just fine.
Thank you. For the record, could you please state your full legal name and date of birth?
My name is Earl Joseph Yeager and I was born in Dane County Texas, the first day of June 1939.
Could you please state your current place of residence?
At the present, I reside at 12 Mason County Highway.
And this is the address of a corrections facility in Texas?
San Romero Medium Security. Federal Prison.
For the record could you please state under what charges this incarceration was indicted?
Well sir that would be for seven counts of molestation of a minor. I believe that’s the term they used. And to save you the trouble, I’ve got three months down, 47 to go. Forty-seven months that is.
Thank you sir. Could you please state your career prior to your current incarceration?
I was the Governor.
This would be Governor of the state of Texas?
That would be correct. Three terms elected.
And prior to your political life?
I’m a businessman, been so all my life.
And what type of business would this be?
Oil. Me and my father before.
And you remain the majority partner in Gulf Coast Oil?
That would be correct.
Could you please explain your relationship to the deceased, one Mr. George Washington?
My relationship with George? Well sir, that’s a might big question.
How about we call him George?
How did you first meet the deceased?
How did you first meet the deceased?
This story is very well documented Mr. Morrison.
Mr. Yeager, I understand that some of the questions may have readily available answers, but I am here to lead an investigation regarding the murder of what I understand to be a very close friend of yours. It is vital that I have your accounts, without assumption and without second party opinion.
Very well. I met George in Yucca Valley, California on September 21, 1979. George was three. I’m a pilot, been flying since I was a kid. Got my start with crop dusters, but flew jets mostly. I had a couple whirlybirds at the time. Helicopters. Traveled quite a bit between Las Vegas, Houston and Los Angeles- on business and the like. I was flying a Hennings 1290. Loud as hell but a beautiful bird. So September 21st? I was flying low through the high Mohave, left Vegas in the morning. Mimi and Franks place was in the middle of nowhere, but there’s a lot of that between Vegas and L.A. Anyhow, they had a real shit hole of a place back then, little single wide mobile home.
I’m sorry Mr. Yeager- that would be Mimi and Frank Washington? George’s parents?
Call me Earl. Yeah, that would be George’s parents. So I was flying low and spotted what George had made out there in the desert. That was something- course I didn’t think George made it, seeing it from the air, but I was taken back and curious. I touched down a fair distance not to disrupt anything and walked over to where the boy was working. Here’s this kid in overalls, barefoot, out in the desert sun, just busy as a bee moving these little river rock around. Three years old. He wouldn’t answer me, or even look up he was so damned intent. Well Mimi, she came out all hell bent wanting to know my business. Thinking I was from some city office or something. She didn’t have a clue what was going on. That’s about when I figured that George must have made it.
Had made what?
I’m getting there partner, I’m telling you a story. (Pause) So I lit a smoke, thought about it a bit and eventually convinced Mimi to take a ride in my Hennings. Frank wasn’t around, at work or some shit, and I’ll tell you, she did not want to go, me being a stranger aside. But I took the two of them up, three hundred feet, held her there. They looked down. George points to the desert floor and says, “Mommy.” Sure as shit, there it is, size of a fucking basketball court. George had made this portrait of Mimi- photo realistic, laughing, hair flowing back in the wind, with a long cigarette in her hand. A Kool- if I remember correctly. George made it outta rocks and brush and sticks. Swear to god it looked just like a photograph. Mimi started crying. She said that she thought George might have been retarded, or had something bad, the way he was acting. I told her no ma’m, your boy here is an artist. (Pause, smiling) That was some day!
Our records state that you were the legal guardian of Mr. Washington from April of 1987 to November of 1994. Could you please explain the exact nature of your relationship with George?
That was after Frank and Mimi took buckshot in Rome, yeah, eighty-seven. Guess he was eleven at the time. Tough time. He lived with me in Fettersville. And I’ll save you the trouble Mr. Morrison- I never touched George inappropriately, ever. I was a father to that boy. And he was a son to me, always will be. I gave that boy nothing but good. Taught him to fly when he was twelve. Taught him how to have fun too- boy did we have fun.
There is a rumor that the two of you walked on the surface of the moon.
Some 50th birthday present? Yeah we did that. That was the NASA commission in 89’.
As his legal guardian what type of rules, or discipline did you establish? From my limited understanding, it appeared like George could get away with just about anything.
He was a special kid. I had my rules, but all the stories you heard, well, that came later. When I got him, he was used to working 6-7 days a week. The boy had no childhood. He’d light up at the mention of fishing, or swimming, simple stuff. Never married so I never had no kids of my own, and well George was a bit different than kids his age. Really had no experience with kids his own age. Hell, I encouraged him to play, to have fun, but most the time he’d sit around drinking lemonade with my friends. But he learned how to have fun, and well, eventually, well, he got the hang of it. Pretty good I’d say.
Is it true that he moved in with you, at age twelve, with his twenty-five year old girlfriend?
Acacia? She was a nun fer god’s sakes! First off. I’m here to cooperate Mr. Morrison, cause I was told one of your kind fellas would drive me out to Walden Three for a little field trip. And I’ll answer your questions, sure as shit. But I don’t see how none of this is gonna bring George back. I don’t see how who he screwed on my watch has anything to do with him being dead out in the desert.
At what point were you aware of George’s problems with illegal drugs?
Mr. Morrison, we are not talking about a normal boy. We are taking about the greatest goddamned artist in the history of mankind. Ever. We are talking about a boy who didn’t get a childhood like the rest of us, someone who witnessed the murder of his parents. When Frank and Mimi left us, George was worth 17 billion and some change. Money he earned. He has the voice of god in his fucking hands! The burden that boy carried. Yeah, I knew George was doing things. Not in my house you see, but after he left, out at TAB. George had his share of demons, and people turn to different things to keep em’ gone. Sure he was doing drugs- and sleepin around and livin on the edge- till Patti came round.
Patti Taylor?
Yeah, Patti Taylor. Now here was a real sweetheart. George probably would have been dead two years ago if he hadn’t met Patti. They straightened each other out. He didn’t even drink beer after they met. Cleaned up like a choir boy.
The coroner’s office found large traces of heroin in George’s blood.
Where the fuck is Gordon Wood? Why don’t you ask him what happened? Killing that poor girl just to get George all back on track. Nobody wanted to see George being happy. Cept fer me and Claire, Patti, Alex- maybe a few others. Happy George couldn’t paint, didn’t need to. Gordon Wood- where the fuck is that little shit fry!
Patti Taylor also had a large quantity of heroin and speed in her system at time of death. The coroner’s office found no foul play. What makes you so sure that the two of them straightened up?
Fuck the coroner’s office. Mr. Morrison, no offense, but you don’t know what the hell you are dealing with. Your records. One word- bullshit. You are getting fed crap because that’s what they want you to eat. Patti and George were inseparable- they saved each other. Two pieces of a puzzle. And they were clean- I know that. They had so much goddamn love for each other, you’d just cry happiness being around them. And that is the truth. I don’t know what your file says but Patti didn’t overdose, not by her own hand. She was taken out. Killed professionally.
You believe that Patti was murdered?
Of course she was. When George met Patti, he stopped painting. He found something that plugged up all his holes. He met Patti and didn’t want drugs, didn’t want other women, and didn’t want to paint. Or couldn’t paint. Certainly the world wouldn’t bless them together. Patti was killed. Killed so that George would go back to painting. And it worked. Worked like a charm.
It worked once. The Walden Three mural was the only project he worked on.
It only had to work once! Some goddamn coincidence! Gordon Wood must be one lucky feller- if you’re a fool to believe. He’d been trying to get George to paint that damned entrance for six years. Tell you the truth I don’t know why George finally gave in to that rat. Figure I will when I see it.
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Do you remember the last time you saw George?
Yes sir. March18, last year. I flew out to TAB.
TAB?
Talisand Airforce Base, where they lived.
And can you describe the nature of your visit?
The matter before me now. I was being blackmailed. Certain information was going to be made public. I was told in no uncertain terms that if I could convince George to paint Walden Three, this information would be suppressed. If I couldn’t, well, I’d get a new wardrobe. Guess you can tell how that visit went.
You flew there to try and convince George to paint Walden Three?
Bingo Mr. Morrison, Walden Three- city of the goddamn future. So you could say I was looking for a favor. This was two weeks before Patti died. I was in a hard place. Flew my old Delta Skyhawk out there. Mind you I’ve never asked George for nothing at all. But on this day, I needed him bad. I remember he was all dressed in white like John Lennon, Patti just walked around in drawstring pants, white, but no top. Great tits that girl. The place was like the garden of Eden. All the animals they had running around there- giraffes, monkeys, llamas. Everybody was healthy. Alex wasn’t, but Alex never was. I had so much shit going down in Austin, but I walked in there and just cried. Mind you, a joyful cry. I was real happy for them. I told George what I was up against, asked him to just paint one for the old man. Just one favor. But George looked at me square in the eye and said no. Not cause he didn’t want to help me. I know he would have if he could. Not one to judge, that boy. He offered me money, he offered me anything but a painting. I understood. It was like trying to squeeze water from a rock, it just wasn’t in him. We had a glass of lemonade and said goodbye. I knew I wasn’t gonna see him for awhile, he knew the same. I resigned as Governor the following day, March 23rd. Story broke that Friday.
So George could have saved you from going to prison, from stepping down from Governor? He could have saved you, but he didn’t. How did that make you feel?
George Washington changed the face of humanity by the time he was ten years old. Fuck you! The kid stopped wars Mr. Morrison. How did it make me feel? Ashamed Mr. Morrison, utterly ashamed of myself.
I am sorry Mr. Yeager, but he turned his back to you only to accept the commission just a month later? What made George change his mind?
You should start asking some intelligent questions mister prosecutor. What changed his mind? Patti was murdered not ten days after I left. All the plugs were pulled. I’m surprised he didn’t stick a barrel in his mouth right then and there. Instead he went back to his old ways- dope and paint, that’s all he knew how to do.
My notes indicate that representatives of Mr. Gordon Wood attempted on numerous occasions to meet with George about Walden Three. Even with Patti dead, George could have painted anything. Why go to Walden Three, after rejecting it numerous times?
That I don’t know. George never painted nothing for nobody unless they had something he wanted. Comprende? He painted Walden Three because he found something that he actually wanted from Gordon Wood. For once. Gordon Wood, richest man in the world, yeah, all the power he can handle. But George never wanted his money, didn’t need it. Gordon didn’t have anything George wanted. After Patti died, George wanted something from him. That’s why it was painted. George asked him. Two days after the funeral. Now what did George want? Now there is a good question. What did George finally see? What did he want from that scumbag?
Mr. Yeager, do you know what the terms of the painting were?
No. No I do not. Figure I will when I see Walden Three. I know what it wasn’t for. It wasn’t for money. George hasn’t painted for money since Rome. Did you talk with Claire? She did all his negotiating. She is the negotiator in the family. That girl has had laws changed. Claire may appear like a sweet innocent but she could command the assassination of a president, or negotiate a walk on the moon for a Washington mural.
I have not spoken to Claire yet. Mr. Yeager, prison records indicate that you were in constant communication with George. Is it true that during your incarceration, you spoke with George on a daily basis?
Mr. Morrison, we both know that prison records don’t show anything of the like. Now if you were to ask me if George and I were talking with one another, now there is a question, but I know what records show and what they don’t show. Yeah, we talked Mr. Morrison.
Mr. Yeager, did George voice any concern about his safety? Did he feel like his life was in jeopardy?
Ha! Well hell yes his life was in jeopardy, you talk to Jerry Mack about that. But George wasn’t worried about dying, especially after Patti left us. He told me he was gonna paint Walden Three. At her service. I got the sense he was saying goodbye in a way. I suspected that much. You see it don’t really matter what the terms were, Mr. Morrison, they were George’s. Have you seen it Mr. Morrison?
Walden Three? No I have not.
I need to see it. I need to see Walden Three. I was told that if I cooperated one of your fellas would drive me out.
I am not aware of those arrangements, Mr. Yeager. What I am hearing from you is that George had lost a certain desire to live after losing Ms. Taylor. Understood. But the conditions of George’s death do not indicate or even suggest suicide as a viable option. There was a second party involved in his death.
I am aware that it would be difficult to burry yourself up to the neck in sand and cut your own head off with surgical precision.
Who had the motive?
Oh it is a long list Mr. Morrison. The Saudi’s, the Roman Catholic church, Hamas, Al Qaeda, a dozen private parties, hell the CIA. Lots of people have motive, but George had the best motive. If he is dead, it’s because George wanted to die.
You said if. Are you not convinced George is dead?
No, no, of course he is, right? You found the body. I’m just saying I don’t think George wanted to live. I’m just surprised by the way he went. You find his head?
No. Not at present. I’d like to get back to Gordon Wood. What do you know about Mr. Wood?
I know he would have gutted his grandparents for George to paint Walden Three. And my guess is that he’s got blood on his hands, direct or indirectly. But men like Mr. Wood don’t go to jail. We both know that. Doesn’t matter much where you point yer finger, he ain’t coming back. No sir. From the way the papers read, sounds like you should be concerned with all this suicide business. What’s the number at?
I don’t know.
You don’t know bug shit Mr. Morrison.
My position is to investigate a homicide Mr. Yeager. Now I may not know very much about Mr. Washington, but I am going to, I am going to learn everything there is to know about him. And I do believe that if justice can be served we can buffer the shock and remorse of his followers.
What’s the number at Mr. Morrison?
Two hundred and seventy five thousand, roughly.
That’s a whole lot of folks. None of them seen Walden Three, had they?
That is another matter entirely. My purpose is to bring light to the situation and circumstances around Mr. Washington’s death.
How is it that a man like you, educated, city man, don’t know shit about George. How is that? You’ve never seen a painting of his, have you?
I’ve seen pictures. But no, not in person, no I have not. I’m from Alaska.
There is one in Anchorage, down at the harbor.
It always seemed like a tourist trap.
Well golly, maybe there is a reason twelve million people visit it a year.
Honestly Mr. Yeager, I think I was given this case from my lack of experience with the deceased. I think I can bring some objectivity to the events surrounding Mr. Washington’s death.
Well then, all the luck to you.
Thank you for your time Mr. Yeager. I would like to keep you in Los Angeles for a few days, in case I have additional questions.
I want to see Walden Three goddamn it! No photographs!
I will talk to the Sheriffs office.
Talk to John Mayer. (pause) I’d be mighty appreciative. I’m too old to run or cause any funny business, I just need to see it. I need to see it awfully bad.
Why is that Mr. Yeager?
Selfish reasons Mr. Morrison. Afraid if I don’t see it, I might just find myself hanging from a bed sheet. See, I need to understand it, just like the rest.
I will talk to the Sheriffs office. Thank you for your time Mr. Yeager.
Call me Earl.
Thank you for coming on such short notice. I hope you can appreciate the urgency of the matters at hand. We are taping this meeting for county record and counsel review. Do you have any objections to the filming of this deposition?
Actually I kind of do. No offense man, but I’m a private person.
I promise you Mr. Wu that this deposition will be held with the greatest sensitivity and privacy. It exists only for the use of my staff and counsel review.
Maybe you could do one of those shadow things, where you only see my silhouette?
Mr. Wu, may I ask exactly who you are afraid of seeing this interview?
I’m not afraid, shit. I’m a private person and my bro just gets whacked. And I don’t trust any of you.
You don’t trust any of you what?
Anyone, you. Making promises you can’t keep. There’s a half dozen people who could get their hands on this interview with a single phone call. Maybe you’d know about it, maybe not, but I know. I know what power is, and you can’t promise me shit. Fuck it. Let the camera roll. I ain’t afraid. Got my own business to tend to.
Thank you Mr. Wu. For the record, could you please state your full legal name and date of birth?
My name is Alex Wu. November 24, 1973. I don’t know the hospital, but born in the valley- San Fernando Valley.
Could you please state your current place of residence?
TAB.
This would be Talisand Air Force Base?
Yeah.
And you shared this residence with George Washington?
Yeah, me and Claire and George. My family. Lived there since I was 22.
And could you please state your occupation.
Man, I was his brother. I was his Chinese brother.
It was my understanding that Mr. Washington employed you.
I did everything. Personal bodyguard, pilot, driver, public liaison, butler. Man I did whatever. Officially, guess you could say I was his bodyguard.
How did you make Mr. Washington’s acquaintance?
We grew up together in Yucca. My dad had the place next to George’s parents.
And you’ve been close to him since childhood?
Man, I used to change his diapers. I’m three years older than George, but out in the desert, we were the only kids around. When Earl showed up, the Washington’s got out of Dodge quick. They even left their furniture behind.
When Earl Yeager discovered George? What happened?
Man are you serious? Why you gotta ask stupid questions? Why don’t you ask me who whacked my bro?
You must understand that we share the same objectives Mr. Wu. It is critical that I document your story, in your words. I apologize if these questions sound… simple.
Whatever.
What happened after Mr. Yeager showed up?
Bam, they were outta there. And they were the only neighbors we had, it was just my dad, and his folks. Earl took them to Houston, to get George all formal and shit.
He took the whole Washington family to his estate in Houston?
You could bet I wanted to be on that flight. Earl had a bright orange Hennings 620- one of those choppers that Magnum P-I’s bro had. Same one. They just flew off.
When was the next time you saw George?
On T.V. man! Maybe six months after he left Yucca. Every fucking station. Geraldo, 60 Minutes, Real People, all of them.
And in person? When was the next time you saw George in person?
When I was twenty. I got in some trouble. I wasn’t flying all over the world, hanging out with kings and shit. I was in Riverside, dealing, you know, getting into trouble.
When did you reacquaint with George?
Some stupid shit meth head brought me in on this bad deal. He was wired. Three strikes and I was out. You know what I mean? I was looking at life. Serious. I’m in my orange jumper, all feeling sorry for myself. I was in San Quinton. Warden comes down, walks me out to the bus. He’s looking all pissed off, face all serious and shit. He hands me car keys, an envelope. He say’s, “I don’t know why anyone would give a shit about you, but you’ve got some friends. Some real serious friends.” And he told me to beat it. There was a black Maserati- 360 S, on the other side of the bus and the keys fit. I didn’t ask any questions. In the glove box was fifty large.
I don’t understand Mr. Wu. Your record is clean. Your record shows no prior convictions, not even a speeding ticket.
Have a friend like George and he can fix things like that. Inside the envelope was a ticket to the Lakers game, that night. There was a note from George. It just said I’d better be there.
Are you suggesting that George Washington negotiated your release from federal prison and wiped your record clean?
Power of the brush. He made a painting for it. You know the Staples Center mural? Yeah. Just part of the trade. George traded for favors, all sorts of favors.
Like walking on the moon?
Like shit you wouldn’t believe.
Was he there?
I bought an Armani suit, picked up a little bling. Yeah I went to the game. He saved my life. I hadn’t seen George since I was six years old. Here I thought he was just off jet setting, but he was looking out for me. My bro. So, I was feeling all fresh, got my new suit on, then I walk into Staples and see this painting George made. I shit myself right there. No kidding. New suit, all these people around, and you know what, I didn’t even care. I wasn’t the only one. There was a whole pack of janitors cleaning the floor up. That mural changed my life, right then and there. So I cleaned my shorts and walked down to my courtside seat, thinking I’d see George there, sitting next to me.
Where were you the day George disappeared?
Yeah he was there, but not sitting next to me- he was on the court! And George ain’t a big guy. So this five foot eight white guy is out there with the giants. And he sucked, bad. It was beautiful. After the game, we went back to TAB and I never looked back. I owe him my life. So I was there for him, always.
Home being TAB?
(pause)
I was at home.
Did you know if he left alone? Where he was going?
No.
I thought you were his bodyguard.
Man, fuck you. Fuck you.
I apologize, I didn’t mean it like that. Was it common for George to leave without telling anyone?
Man you are an asshole. He is my best friend and yeah I was his bodyguard. But a guy can’t watch a guy twenty-four seven. I saved his ass plenty of times, but I couldn’t be everywhere. (pause)
Man, George painted alone, in private. I’d have scaffold set up and surround the joint in black curtains. No one went in when he worked. Nobody. Not me, not Claire, nobody. My job was to make sure that happened, I was security. George would stay in that space for weeks. Maybe come out for a smoke, but he is so fucking serious when he works. So we were out at Walden Three. Just like all the other times. Hell, I was glad to see him back painting. Anything to get his mind off Patti. So I sat outside that arch all day, all night. That was my job. Had this tricked out little Winnebago. Three weeks I was out there, day and night. When George finished, we split the scene. Drove back to TAB and got fuckin high. Yeah, I was high when George split. Playing video games or some shit. He must have just drove off. The silver Austin Martin was gone.
Did George say where he was going? Leave a note?
No, but me and Claire figured he was going to Lewis’s.
Dr. Lewis Klemtropher?
Yeah. Lewis is George’s doctor.
And his drug dealer?
Sure, why not, yeah. But he didn’t make it to L.A. He never called Lewis even.
How do you know?
Because I called Lewis and Lewis is stand-up.
Do you recall what the date was? The day he left TAB?
The second. That’s the last time I saw him without his head sawed in half. Is that what you mean?
I didn’t know you identified the body.
Yeah, me and Claire both. Not like anyone else could identify him like that. Missing his head and shit. Don’t matter none anyway, nobody knew what he looked like anyhow.
Why is that?
You have your parents whacked when you are eleven and worth bank. You be the guy that good people will do bad things for. No photographs, no dental records, no fingerprints. That’s the way it was. That was the way it had to be.
But he was on national television? Playing basketball?
No one knew it was George. Plus he was wearing an afro. If no one knows what you look like, well, no one knows what you look like, right? But that was a long time ago. What are we doing talking about the past? I wanna talk about what you dudes are gonna do now.
We’ll get back to July 2rd. George left alone in the Austin Martin. If not Dr. Klemtropher’s office, did you have any other ideas where George might have gone? The store? A meeting? To visit a friend?
No and no. He went to see Gordon Wood. Claire and me are sure of it.
Why are you so sure?
'Cause. They had business. George finished painting, Gordon owed him.
What did Gordon Wood owe him?
The trade. Whatever the trade was. George doesn’t paint for money but he doesn’t paint for free neither. He went to see Gordon, and never came back. That’s the way I see it.
Do you know what the terms of the trade were?
No. Neither does Claire. George made the negotiation himself.
Why would Gordon Wood want George killed?
You see the way George fucked up his shit? Look man, do your homework. Gordon Wood has been swarming us for years. He had his Walden Three and was obsessed with George painting the entrance. So is it a coincidence that the day after George finishes Walden Three he’s gone. You know what George painted. I think Gordon snuck a peek at the mural, saw what George had done and had him whacked. That’s what happened.
Because Walden Three was destroyed? You think Gordon Wood blamed George for its failure?
Are you fucking kidding me? It was a fucking revolution man. He turned that joint on it’s head- game over. George did what George needed to do, and it cost Gordon Wood what, forty billion. He mocked his shit. Of course that white turd had him whacked.
Wouldn’t George want his bodyguard if he were going to meet a man whose project he just sabotaged? Wouldn’t he want you there?
He wasn’t thinking straight. When he finished a project, he’d freak out for a couple of days. You know, like a decompression thing. He would get high and heal. Painting drained his spirit. And who’s kidding, after Patti died, part of George was gone. He should have been home relaxing, drinking his health drinks. But he had some business that couldn’t wait. That’s how I see it.
You insinuated that George was in constant danger. Are there other parties that would want him dead?
George was in danger of being kidnapped, yeah. But no one wanted him dead. Can’t paint so well when you’re dead.
You were as close to George as anyone. Besides Gordon Wood, is there anyone else, any individuals or groups that would have a motive for his death.
George.
George?
Yeah, George. He didn’t want to live. If it was a bullet in his head, I’d say George sucked on a barrel. But kinda hard to cut off your own fucking head, as I see it. You need to look at who got fucked before George. That’s how the dots are connected. You think Patti Taylor just checked into some cheap ass motel and overdosed? Bullshit. She was whacked. She was whacked because alive, George couldn’t paint. My bro was in love, big time in love. He retired. There were a million people who wanted to see her go away, but no one so much as Gordon. They even tried to blackmail Earl, but George couldn’t even paint for him. Look into who killed Patti, look into who set up Earl, and you’ve found who killed George. And I’m telling you, Gordon Wood’s name will light up like a fuckin Christmas tree.
I wanted him dead.
I will be examining those events. Thank you. One last thing, can you tell me more about the air force base. I understand that you and George were both very active pilots. What type of planes did you fly?
All sorts. It was an air force base. We have seventy-five birds. Four choppers. All sorts. F-16’s, B-52’s, H-205, a Bell XS-1 an X-15. A Gloster, a Tomcat. Russian, Chinese, Experimental, all sorts.
Did anything strange ever happen out at TAB? Did you ever seen anything you couldn’t explain?
All the fuckin time. But I know what you’re asking. Did I ever see any aliens, UFO’s, that sort of thing. Yeah. Yeah, we did.
I didn’t say aliens. I just meant anything out of the ordinary.
I know what you meant.
Would it be alright if I called on you again, if I have more questions?
I’m not going anywhere Mister. I’m gonna stick around and see what you do. If you don’t do your job, I will. I owe George that much. If it wasn’t for Claire, I already would have clipped him.
Mr. Wu, please let us do our job. I promise you that justice will be served.
Mr. Morrison, I can guarantee you that justice will be served.
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We are taping these depositions for county records and counsel review. Do you have any objections to the filming of this meeting?
Anything I can do to help.
Thank you. For the record, could you please state your full legal name and date of birth?
My name is Cynthia Denise Brown. I was born in Greenberg, Connecticut. My birth date is August 11, 1960.
Could you please state your place of residence?
122 Montana Avenue, Santa Monica, California, 90240.
And your occupation?
Deputy director of contemporary studies, at the J. Paul Getty Museum of the Arts.
Under this title, could you please describe the focus of your work?
I lead a team of historians that study the effects of contemporary art on social, religious and political systems.
You are recognized as the premiere art historian and biographer of George Washington. Is this correct?
I don’t know if ‘premiere’ is the right word, but yes, I am a field expert on his work.
My notes say that you have authored numerous articles and six publications about Mr. Washington.
That is correct.
You are going to have to forgive me Ms. Brown, as I do not have any formal art history training, and indeed know very little about George Washington as an artist. It is becoming increasingly clear that Mr. Washington lead a very unique life and that in order for me to understand the circumstances surrounding his death, I must gain a more comprehensive picture of who Mr. Washington was, how he worked and how he lived. I am hoping that you may shed some light into these matters.
I am glad to assist you in any way I can.
In the last week I have heard in the media, and from my colleagues, that George Washington was the greatest painter in the world. Now I don’t know if this is sensationalism, or a glorified respect for the recently deceased, but in your professional opinion, where exactly does George Washington fall in the hierarchy of art history?
Wow, I guess you do have some catching up to do Mr. Morrison. George Washington is the greatest painter of our civilization, perhaps of all mankind. There is no record or trace of an artist in the history of mankind that comes close to his technical capacity or visual impact. Your colleagues are not embellishing.
Hey Cynthia, you must know my pal Irena, in conservation! Give her my love.
I am afraid many of my questions may come across as naïve or simple to you Ms. Brown. Please bear with me. I have to ask, what the significance is of George Washington sharing the same name of our country’s first president?
No, I don’t find that a simple question. A month ago, it would be an easier question to answer. The easy version is that George Washington was born on July 10th, 1976, the year of the bicentennial. George’s parents must have been feeling rather patriotic at the time, as much of our country was. An interesting aspect of George sharing the same name as our first president is that if you travel abroad, say to India or Brazil- it really doesn’t matter what country really- and ask people who George Washington is, they will all tell you that he is the great painter of America. Not the first president. Not the face on the one dollar bill. This 29-year old man from Southern California has garnered a greater name recognition than the man he was named in honor of. I find that fascinating.
What is the more difficult version?
Well, I find it odd that he completed the Walden Three mural on July 1st, died on July second or third and Gordon Wood inaugurated the mural on the forth of July. The fact that 200,000 people rioted in Walden Three on the forth of July could be associated to early American history, the Boston tea Party, the American Revolution, certainly of which George Washington the president is associated with. There is still so much information coming in right now it is hard to see what is relevant and irrelevant information. What indeed is coincidence and what is not. If indeed he was murdered, and it looks like he was, then I would say the killers probably didn’t care what day of the week it was. But it is an awfully strange coincidence that George Washington would pave the way for a mass riot on the fourth of July. Do you have a lead?
So far it could be any number of countries, billionaires, religious fanatics, aliens, anyone really.
Are aliens really on your list?
No, no, of course not. But I have been curious about this whole name thing, the forth of July, what happened at Walden Three. Were you there?
At Walden Three, well of course. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.
In your opinion, was the mural really responsible for the riot?
Yes it was. I think that half of the audience was interested in viewing the mural, the other half probably held some interest in the city, but when Gordon Wood finished his speech and unveiled the entrance to the city, there was absolute silence. Of course the crowd surged forward, but once underneath the arch, you could have heard a pin drop. Everyone just stood there, head cocked back and eyes wide open. Nobody moved. Two minutes must have past. I don’t think anyone lost control of their bowels or spasmed on the ground. It wasn’t that kind of feeling. It wasn’t… uncontrolled. We all looked at it and knew exactly what to do. IT possessed that kind of clarity. His past works were so overwhelming it was like getting struck by lightening. This was more refined, it was instructional. It made perfect sense. And that’s the first thing I heard someone yell. “It makes perfect sense!” It wasn’t really a riot. Not the way we think of riots, with people tripping over each other, there was no chaos. We worked as a team. Very calmly, the crowd walked into Walden Three, the city of the future, and systematically ripped out every computer screen, every wire from the wall, every door sensor, every camera. Two hundred thousand people and no one was hurt. Even the security there, the police, participated in the destruction. When everything was properly uprooted, the crowd quietly and politely left. Everyone had smiles on their faces. I went home and immediately proceeded to roundup my laptop, cell phone and blackberry, put them all in a black trash bag and placed them in the back seat of my car. The next day I drove back to Walden Three and viewed the mural again. I dumped my electronics in the courtyard and went home. It was a very lucid feeling. It felt natural. You really need to see the mural Mr. Morrison. It is so incredibly… precise. That is the only word I can use to describe it. Precise. Exact language.
I do have plans to view the mural, but I would like to back up a step. Back to the beginning. Could you please describe how you first came in contact with Mr. Washington?
Of course. It was 1983. I was attending UCLA, in the MFA program. At the time I fancied myself as something of a painter. My instructor, Archie Freland heard about George first. He said there was a child prodigy in Houston that was exhibiting at the MOCA. He was seven years old. I scoffed at first- maybe a little jealous, but Archie was taking a group to see the exhibit and I went along.
And what was your reaction?
Physiologically- my period came two weeks early, as soon as I made eye contact with his work. My pants were covered in blood. There was a janitor there, his only job was cleaning up the urine and vomit from the floor. Viewers lost control of their bowels, they masturbated openly, cried and laughed, kissed strangers, screamed at the top of their lungs. It was incredible. MOCA was forced to close the exhibit after two days.
Oh, it's taped! Hm, is there a fast forward? I am surely not alone in my thinking.
Well, carry on! No drinking 'til curtain, kids. God help ya.
And your emotional response?
Oh boy! Have you ever tried heroin Mr. Morrison?
Do you honestly believe that?
Well then it is harder to describe. But imagine viewing the world with a clarity that you have never seen before, and seeing the positive, seeing hope for humanity, finding peace and tranquility. Understanding. It was a sensation greater than love, greater than pleasure. It was life changing and highly addictive Mr. Morrison. There are some private matters that I do not care to go into detail about, but witnessing the exhibition changed me completely. I never painted another canvas after that day. It was quite clear that things would never be the same. I would study him and learn all there was to know about him. In terms of cultural impact, he very well could be the most important person in the history of mankind, and we are in living in the eye of the storm. His legacy is just beginning. I am not a very religious person mind you, but living in the era of George Washington is similar to living in Jerusalem during the time of Christ.
Do you honestly believe that?
Did you read this morning’s newspaper?
Yes. Yes I have. Do you consider George Washington to be a religious figure?
No. His work holds religious-like characteristics. Buddhists, Catholics, Hindus, Muslims – all claim him as their own, but no, ultimately his agenda is not religious.
Can you describe your personal contact with him?
It’s very limited. Of course I tried many times, but after Frank and Mimi’s murder in Rome, he was very well protected. It was nearly impossible to get close to him. But there were a handful of times, most very brief. The only significant exposure I had to George was in 1997. He was twenty-one years old. I knew him through his work, just like everyone else.
Could you describe his physical features, if we were to bring in a portrait artist?
(Pause)
No. I only saw him in silhouette. It was a safety precaution.
I see. Could you please describe the circumstances of your encounter?
I was then working as an associate curator at the Getty. This was during the transition. We were preparing to leave the Malibu location, before our new site opened. There was a lot of talk about George painting a mural for the new museum, it would have been a major victory for the Getty.
My records indicate that indeed George did paint a mural for the Getty in 1998. I also understand George didn’t paint for money. That he traded for experience. Why?
From 1979 to 1987, George painted for money- billions of dollars. This is the period when Frank and Mimi Washington managed his career. Before they were murdered. In those seven years, George produced three hundred and seventy six works. At the age of eleven, George had an estimated worth of 17 billion dollars. After Rome, George never painted for money again. Some believe that it was the influence of Earl Yeager, but I believe that George made his own decision. He was cash rich, but deprived of experience. He had a very sheltered childhood. He didn’t need money, he needed life experience. What is the saying, “It’s never too late to have a happy childhood” that was George. So any murals he made from that point on, and it should be noted that he focused exclusively on murals after his parent’s death, were bartered. The documentation is quite extensive, no matter how private the arrangements were. When I went to proposition George for the Getty mural, I knew he wasn’t going to be tempted by cash.
So what is it that you offered?
I had a list. A plan ‘A’, a plan ‘B’, a plan ‘C.’ It took six months to establish a meeting. I was instructed to be at the Los Angeles Greyhound station at 10:00 a.m. dock “F” with my name written on a sign around my neck. A Greyhound bus pulled up and honked. I stepped in. The windows were all painted over. I was the only person on the bus. It drove god knows where, probably in circles, for two hours. When it stopped, the driver dropped me off at an abandoned gas station, somewhere in the desert. I waited. Eventually another bus came. This was an old yellow school bus. It too had its windows blacked out. This is the first time I met Alex Wu. He was driving and escorted me on the bus. There were other people on the bus, important people. It was amazing. You would recognize most of them. Leaders, movie stars, billionaires, all there for the same reasons I was. To barter.
What was your final destination?
Talisand Air Force Base. Another hour, we were there- at the infamous home of George Washington, a defunct air force base in the middle of nowhere. A gift from the Pentagon. There is no record of Talisand Air Force Base ever existing.
Ms. Brown, may I ask what you offered George?
I am not privileged to say exactly, Mr. Morrison, I was, and remain a representative of the Getty and was acting on behalf of the foundation. I will say that all of my offers, and they were quite generous, were systematically rejected.
But Mr. Washington did indeed paint a mural for the Getty Museum. In 1998, if I am correct.
Yes, we did come to an- arrangement. I just said he rejected the offers that I brought to the table.
Please understand that this interview is held with the strictest of confidence Ms. Brown.
(Pointing at the camera)
You are recording this interview Mr. Morrison. Forgive me if I do not fully indulge in the trust and confidence of this city.
And if I turn the camera off?
I will adamantly deny any version of events that leak from this interview.
Okay. Camera is now off. Let me see. Can we talk about your books on Mr. Washington?
Yes- please.
I found it odd that in the over 1,700 pages that you have written on Mr. Washington, not once is there an image of his artwork. Why no pictures? Was the publication of his work not permitted?
No, plenty of people tried to re-produce his work. Photographic technology was driven by the pursuit. Gordon Wood alone spent billions trying to reproduce the visual power of Georges work. But photography, reproductions, to date, do not hold the visual impact of the originals. Not even close. His paintings were alive. I found it to be an insult and misrepresentative to present his work in that way.
But he was a painter. He did use paint? On flat surfaces? Right? They were not living. I guess I don’t understand how a painting couldn’t be properly photographed. There are coffee table books of Van Gough’s work, of DaVinci’s, why not Mr. Washington?
He was better Mr. Morrison. A higher level of painting. How can I explain? How do you photograph an earthquake, or an orgasm? How can you photograph a bomb going off, or a forest fire? You see it, but not the way that it is. Photographing George’s work was like photographing a tornado.
I just don’t understand, if the paintings were static, why couldn’t they be captured on film?
That is a question that a lot of very smart people have asked, and spent a fortune on. It is a fair question. And the answer is, something about George’s work was kinetic. It was experiential. (pause) I published two before and after books relating to his paintings. The first was a book of exhibition spaces where George had murals. One picture was of the room before being opened to the public, the second image was the end of the day. Again, no pictures of the paintings themselves, just the floor. The second book was the same idea but of viewers expressions, showing how they looked before they walked in and how they looked upon viewing his work. That is the closest I could come to showing the significance of his work.
What made Walden Three so different than the other murals?
There are many things that separate it from the rest of his work. The most prominent difference is the intense focus and clarity of vision. He didn’t overload. He gave just enough information to activate the viewer. In that sense, it was his most disciplined work.
That is why people didn’t lose control of their bodily functions?
Exactly. But not because he couldn’t have. He wanted to say something very specific at Walden Three, that is what makes it so special. He found his voice.
And what did that voice say?
That we need to be very careful about technology and the role it plays in our life.
From the reaction, one might say he downright wants an end to technology.
No, not at all. He understands that hammers and bowls, airplanes and printing presses- are all forms of technology. And he recognizes that it is in our nature to invent. He just pointed out how we have strayed the course. The revolution is about returning to a healthy place.
The revolution?
Why yes. The world is changing very fast right now Mr. Morrison. If this is not a revolution, I don’t know what is. And it is not the suicides; those are the people who are in the dark, who haven’t seen Walden Three. They are the grievers. But those that have seen, that is origin of the revolution.
Thank you Ms. Brown. Is there anything else that makes the Walden Three mural unique from the other murals?
He knew it was the last mural he would ever paint.
He knew he was going to die?
Look at a world map. Mark all of George’s murals. Separate those commissioned while his parents were alive from the locations that George chose. A pattern emerges. Sure he traded for experience, but there was something else he was doing. He was building a web. He never painted a mural within a thousand miles of each other. He wanted his work to be accessible to the world. Just look at a map of North America. One in Sitka, one in Seattle, one in Los Angeles. Las Vegas, Santa Fe, Denver, Dallas, Mazatlan, one mural each, all strategically placed. It is like this, all over the world. Northern California had been strangely absent of a mural for years. Walden Three was the closing chapter, the piece that connected all of the dots. Imagine George’s murals like bulbs on a string of Christmas lights, Walden Three was the last circuit and when it was finished, the whole string lit up. It was the mural that completed the circuit.
Interesting. You said that you feared for George’s life the moment you heard he was painting Walden Three.
It was a feeling Mr. Morrison, a hunch.
Because of Patty’s death?
Because of Patty’s death? Yes, in part. Because Gordon Wood finally got what he wanted, and at no small expense. Because George had no other choice. He had to paint Walden Three, he was stalling. Gordon Wood knew it. George had to paint it before he died or could be allowed to die- if you want to look at it like that.
The coroner’s office has ruled out suicide as a reasonable cause of death.
Please remember that George Washington traded experience for paintings Mr. Morrison. I do qualify death as an experience.
Do you know the terms of contract between Mr. Wood and George?
No Mr. Morrison I do not. But I do know that George got whatever he wanted. If George died, it is because George wanted to die. You will have to ask Gordon Wood what the trade was, but I doubt he will be honest with you.
Thank you for your insight Ms. Brown. Is there anything else you can add that may assist in this investigation?
Have you seen Walden Three yet?
No Ms. Brown I have not.
I suggest you do, and soon. And when you are there, take off the sunglasses.
Yes, well… technically, I am blind Ms. Brown.
(stunned and embarrassed)
Oh, I am sorry Mr. Morrison, I did not know. Is it…
The reason I was assigned this case? Yes I do believe it provides me with some impartiality.
Yes, I imagine it does.
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The world premiere of George Washington has reached its midpoint.
As it's getting quite late, if council has no further questions, I'm going to call a recess at this time.
Hearing no objections, council for the State may continue your line of questioning with the witness when court reconvenes tomorrow morning at 10:00 a.m.
Dismissed.
Bernie, come here and help me move this table.
Keep it down, you idiot. Mmph. Ok, there. Are you sure we weren't seen?
Both of you shut up and plant the bug already. The guard will be back around soon. Get the table back to -
What the fuck - the tape on the lock is gone. Frank, did you take off the tape?
No I didn't take off the goddamn tape! Bernie, are we done here? I swear to god if we -
Fuck. We're fucked!
Look, fuck it, maybe we just forgot the tape on that one. The plant's done, let's just go.
We taped that fucking door. We need to go to Plan B. Fuck!
You are one paranoid bastard. Fine, Plan B, what the fuck. Initiate! [TURNS INTO LAMP]
[TURNS INTO SHOVEL]
[TURNS INTO EVERGREEN]
H-Hello? Who's there? Show yourself! Oh. I guess it was just... the wind... whoosh...
H-Hello?
Nobody likes theater except you losers. This isn't theater posting comments on a blog, it's a representation of how completely useless and irrelevant theater is. How about you pick up extra shifts at the restaurant or go back to school to get a useful degree.
Just kidding! I actually love theater. In fact, I attend every performance I can whilst dressed in gray tights with a red rose in my clenched teeth. Oh the sweet thorns
What's up with the delay? They were supposed to reconvene at 10am sharp, and it's like 10:30am already. Do I have time to go get a croissant? Man I'm hungry.
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fucking assholes, this shit is sad, try to actually be a little edgy next time. ohh, blog theater! fuck you, you stuffed fucking fruits.
you just spammed the shit out of the one thing i was actually interested in reading, dickhoes. i imagine ol sam makhovech doesn't appreciate it as much as you egomaniacal back-slapping conceited fucks like to tell each other either. go get your own fucking domain name, idiots.
All rise, the court is now in session. The Honorable Judge Charles Morrison presiding.
Please be seated.
[BANGS GAVEL]
I apologize for the delay ladies and gentlemen, but I was called away on urgent court business.
Mr. Morrison, does the State wish to continue its line of questioning with the witness from where we left off yesterday?
your honor, i'd like to humbly apologize for the disrespectful attitude and foul language i used earlier; it was entirely inappropriate.
i'm currently suffering from an addiction to meth and i'm a diagnosed schizophrenic, which results in periodical episodes of a sort of "idiot tourettes".
i mean, i love games and all, but it makes no sense to switch from love to hate just because i'm not "into" theater. i could just go somewhere else, and save everyone (including myself) the trouble! geez, i'm so embarrassed i didn't think of that before i shot my mouth off like that. now i'll have to stare at my foolish choice, sitting here idly forever, a black spot on a sheet as white as snow, on Slog, and in my sad heart of hearts.
once again, really sorry about that. i'll try to keep it under control as best i can. also: if i may be excused briefly, i'm in need of a diaper change.
'k, i'm back. what did i miss?
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