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of chloroform,

and I'd already seen

this phony gun they had.

I was going to be no part

of any of this,

and I told her that.

So she arrives

with Keith May, lurks around,

waits around outside

the temple of whatever it was,

Latter-Day Saints

of something or other,

waited for this huge,

shuffling figure to come out

with his short Mormon haircut

and pointed a gun at him

and said, "Get into the car."

In the final analysis,

the one way they were able

to make contact with Kirk...

Keith called him and told him

he wanted to convert

to the Mormon religion,

and they thought they had

a new convert.

Now, I'm not sure

this is the exact scenario,

but at that point,

Keith used the gun

to get him out to the car.

So you drive up

in your rental car with K. J.

I waited, and K.J. Went in,

because they're not supposed to

be in the room alone with girls.

So K.J. Went in and said,

"Joyce is in the car."

And Kirk turned around,

and he threw the keys

to his companion and said,

"I've got to go out

in the car and get something.

I'll be right back."

So he goes out with K.J.?

Yeah, and didn't come back,

and his poor old dumb companion

is sitting there

staring like

he's catching flies,

looking out the window,

waiting for him to come back.

He got in the car, and he goes,

"How long have you been

in England?"

Like a robot.

He was almost speaking

in a monotone voice,

and he'd go, "They said

you didn't love me anymore."

It was like he had

a personality alteration,

Kirk Number 1

and Kirk Number 2.

Kirk Number 1 was the man

I fell in love with.

Kirk Number 2 was Cult Kirk.

According to all the reports

at the time,

he was driven 250 miles

to a cottage in Devon.

She had a suitcase full

of all the equipment required,

including, I gather,

some Los Angeles

Police Department

Smith & Wesson handcuffs.

And he was taken in

and chained to...

Joyce claims it was ropes,

not chains,

but chains sounds better.

Anyway, he was allegedly

chained to a bed,

first by his ankle

so that he could actually

reach the toilet.

The chain was long enough

for him to get to the toilet.

Subsequently, with the help

of Keith May,

was spread-eagled...

spread-eagled...

which is this wonderful

bondage word...

was spread-eagled to the bed,

and Keith May discreetly left

the room at this point, I think,

closed the door behind him,

and Joyce had sex with him.

And she said to him

she was going to go on

having sex with him

until she found

she had missed a period

and would then hopefully

be pregnant by him.

She wanted to be inseminated?

Yes, I think that's

the polite word for it.

Kirk and I went to

this cottage down in England.

Well, I think they called it

the Devon area down there.

Real Franco Zeffirelli.

You know, like Brother Sun,

Sister Moon type shots.

If you saw that film,

that's what it looked like.

Clare!

You shouldn't have come,

but I knew you would.

I knew.

I have to tell you,

and I don't care

if the whole world knows it.

From now on, I'm not asking

to be loved.

I want to love!

Okay, if you can get

that vision

set in your head,

Mr. Filmmaker.

How'd you find this place?

Well, I was looking

for someplace peaceful

where he could normalize,

someplace where he could

come back to Kirk Number 1.

I had a big fireplace,

patchwork quilt, silk sheets...

blue to match his eyes,

with his initials on it...

cinnamon oil back rub,

'cause he loved my back rubs,

and all his favorite foods

in the fridge.

What were his favorite foods

in the fridge?

- Oh, I had chocolate cake

and Southern-fried chicken.

He loved my chicken.

Mashed potatoes.

I made everything

that he wanted.

I was like his little,

you know, wifey almost.

We were slow-dancing.

He got turned on

as we were dancing.

I'll be blunt.

He had an erection, okay?

And we sat down on the bed,

and he said,

"Can you give me a back rub?"

And I got the cinnamon oil,

which I had warmed,

and I was giving him a back rub.

And he had these

ugly garments on, and I said,

"How am I supposed

to give you a back rub

with this Mormon thing on?"

And I ripped

the ugly things off,

because they smelled, you know,

and they had those

occultic symbols,

and I didn't want

anything ugly there

in our beautiful moment.

You know, it was like

a honeymoon cottage.

And we burned 'em.

We actually burned 'em.

You ripped off

his magic underwear

and burned it?

And I threw 'em

in the fireplace

where they belonged!

Where they should put 'em all,

as far as I'm concerned.

There's folk stories galore,

legends of the temple garment

protecting people from harm.

The hooks, the psychic hooks

of the temple

are so... pried in so deep

that even people

who don't go to church anymore

still wear them,

because in the back

of their mind, like...

"What if I don't wear them,

and then Satan's got me?"

Kirk was impotent.

He was sexually impotent

because of this brainwashing.

He's not supposed

to have sexual feelings.

He's not supposed

to have emotional feelings.

He's not supposed

to fall in love.

And we were in love.

He loved me, and I loved him.

I knew there was only one way

to get Kirk out of Mormonism,

and that was to make love

with him,

because for a Mormon missionary

to have a love affair

is totally taboo.

They can't be in a room

alone with a girl

without their companion

with them to even shake hands.

So if it took giving up

my virginity

in a romantic moonlit cottage,

so be it.

I just wanted him

out of that cult.

We started to make love,

and all of a sudden,

he jumps up on the bed

like this, and he goes,

"By the law of the holy prophet

Joseph Smith,

"I cannot not touch my bodies

or the bodies of others

"in an unnatural,

experimental way!

By the law

of the holy prophet..."

Hold a Book of Mormon

firmly in hand.

Sing a Mormon song.

Sing a Mormon song.

Because he's turned on,

and he's not supposed to be.

And I go, "Ha."

I'd come across

an ocean to find him,

and the Mormons

are in our bedroom?

That moment, when his garments

are coming off,

that could have been

a moment that triggered him,

like, "Oh, my gosh."

"Oh, my heck,"

as they say in Utah.

"I'm doing something wrong."

I went back in the kitchen,

and I got myself

a real cold glass of water.

Does he still have

the erection

while he's chanting?

Well, I came back...

to be continued...

I came back in there,

and I'm thinking,

"Am I doing something wrong?"

He started to cry.

He had ejaculated, I guess.

He said, "Please don't tell 'em

about the filthy place,

what happened

at the filthy place."

And I said,

"Honey, what's wrong?"

He goes, "They'll know."

I mean, every guy on the planet

masturbates and has wet dreams.

And I ask him, I said, "Honey,

don't you have those dreams

guys have

or whatever they're called?"

He goes, "Yeah, but I didn't

tell 'em in the interview."

I go, "What interview?

They talk to you

about this stuff?"

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