The courtroom. The set is designed so the judge’s seat and the witness stand face the audience. The prosecutor ALBRECHT is seated on the left side of the stage. He has a briefcase and his table is full of well-placed documents and other lawyer-like things. On the right of the stage is the defense, MAYER, and his client, CONRAD VOGEL. Both sides seem to be busying themselves somewhat when the BAILIFF arrives and takes center stage.
All rise for the honorable Judge Madison
Everyone on stage rises as JUDGE MADISON enters the scene. The judge goes to the judge’s seat and bangs their gavel.
You may be seated. Now, shall we begin the proceedings? Opening statements?
ALBRECHT rises, nodding and smoothly exiting from behind the table.
Yes, your honor. Don’t worry, like my opening statement, I am sure this case will be brief.
(ALBRECHT chuckles before turning to face the audience.)
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I am sure there’s no way you haven’t heard of Dr. Krauss, the infamous serial killing hypnotist. After all, the story was flashed on every news outlet nationwide for the past year now. You couldn’t avoid it even if you wanted to. Though I doubt you would avoid the news, I mean just look at you, just the type of cosmopolitan citizens who keep their finger on the pulse.
(ALBRECHT winks to the audience and smiles before continuing.)
Now, of course, you might be thinking “Dr. Krauss? Isn’t he already in prison? I saw it on the news”. And to that, dear ladies and gentlemen, I must applaud you on remembering. You see, we are not gathered here today for that doctor. No! Today, we have been gathered to cast judgment on someone else. Someone who, through all the sordid details of the Dr. Krauss case, became lost in the shuffle and almost faded from the public eye. Today, we are here for Conrad Vogel!
(ALBRECHT points dramatically over to where CONRAD sits with the defense attorney. CONRAD jumps and slumps down into his chair as if trying not to draw attention to himself.)
Dr.Krauss may have been the brains behind the operation, but Mr. Vogel was the hand behind the knife! Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I ask you to forget everything that you already know about the case and focus on what is said in the courtroom here and now, because what you learn here today will forever change your view on this case. I intend to prove that Mr. Vogel was not the victim he claims to be. No, Mr. Vogel acted with malicious intent and willingly killed people simply because Dr. Krauss asked him to. He is a guilty man and he deserves a life sentence.
(ALBRECHT returns to his seat and sits down. MAYER rises from his own seat and passes CONRAD on his way. MAYER pats CONRAD on the shoulder. CONRAD is staring down at the table in front of him and doesn’t react to the touch. MAYER takes center stage and faces the audience.)
Well, unlike my opponent I will keep my statement brief. My client, Mr. Vogel, isn’t asking for much. All we ask is a reduced sentence and a different charge than the one the prosecution would prefer. Personally, if it were up to me, we would be pleading complete innocence and going for no jail time whatsoever. But Mr. Vogel is not that kind of man. Though he is not responsible for the things that happened while he was held prisoner by Dr. Krauss, he still wishes to make up for the loss of life he inadvertently caused while under the doctor’s control. What we’re asking for is a ten-year sentence as an unwilling accomplice to the killings and not, as the prosecution would suggest, an intentional perpetrator of the crime. Mr. Albrecht has asked you to forget everything you already know about this case. I will advise you to do the same. You don’t need that information to see that Mr. Vogel is hiding nothing and if not for the state of hypnosis he was put under by Dr. Krauss, would be incapable of hurting anyone, let alone killing them.
(MAYER heads back to his table. When he pulls out his chair he turns to CONRAD, who is frowning down at his hands on the table.)
Something wrong, Mr. Vogel?
Conrad.
Emphatically
Mr. Vogel.
It’s nothing, I just wish you hadn’t said that bit about wanting me to plead innocent.
Mr. Vogel, you are innocent. You didn’t do anything wrong. That man was controlling you! For years! You are not responsible for anything that happened during that time.
Uncertain
I know, but… it’s hard not to feel like I am.
And that’s exactly why we’re going for a reduced sentence instead.
Loudly, drawing all attention on himself.
Your honor, the prosecution calls Miss Alice Baker to the stands.
(ALICE approaches the witness box. She is dressed all in black, clearly in mourning. However, she looks angrier than she does stricken with grief and sadness).
Miss Baker, please state to the jury who you are and how you came to be testifying today.
My name is Alice Baker. Four years ago, I was engaged to a man named Gil Preston. He was the most wonderful man I’ve ever known.
And what happened to this wonderful man of yours, Miss Baker?
He... died. Just a month shy of the wedding. He died and I don’t even get to call myself his widow.
And how did he die, Miss Baker?
He was murdered. Stabbed to death in the middle of the night. His throat was cut open. There was… blood. Everywhere. I’m the one who found him, you know. I touched it. Touched him. The punctures where his chest had been. The blood was… he was… cold. So cold.
(Everyone in the court is silent for a beat. ALICE is staring at nothing, clearly lost in the horrific memory. CONRAD looks like he could be ill. Finally, ALBRECHT clears his throat to continue).
So, four years ago you found your fiance dead in his bed. And today you are finally testifying in court about the incident. Thank you for doing that, by the way, Miss Baker.
Looking directly at CONRAD
Anything to get his killer behind bars.
And who is it exactly who so brutally murdered your sweet fiance?
That man, right there. The defendant. Conrad Vogel.
Can you explain exactly how your fiance became entangled with the defendant? Or was this a completely random act of violence?
It wasn’t random. It was planned. We met that man and he decided he wanted to kill my fiance.
Jumping to a stand
Objection!
What could you possibly have to object to?
Becoming less confident
Speculation. There is no evidence backing her claim that this was an attack planned by Mr. Vogel.
Overruled. The reason we're even holding this trial is to prove whether the defendant committed these acts knowingly and willingly. It's against the spirit of the court for you to object on the basis that a witness doesn’t agree your client is innocent. I will, however, request that the jury keep in mind that the statement made by the witness was an opinion she holds which, in her mind, is the truth. Miss Baker, you may continue.
Thank you.
You were explaining how you and your fiance met such an unsavory character, Miss Baker?
Nods
There was a traveling show in town. It was… quaint. Charming, in that old fashioned kind of way. We thought it would be a fun place to spend a Sunday afternoon. And it was. We were having fun. My memory of the other acts is hazy now, but I remember enjoying the other acts.
What was the act you do remember, Miss Baker?
Points at CONRAD
His. The act he did with that doctor.
Let the record show that Miss Baker is pointing at the defendant. Go on, Miss Baker.
Well he… he did a few tricks with some volunteers. Dr. Krauss was a hypnotist- that’s already been established, of course. He made one man cluck like a chicken and had a girl in the audience give a passionate kiss to a pillow. Then the finale of his act was to bring out the defendant.
Points at CONRAD again
He claimed that he could tell the future. That he’d been kept in a sort of… trance-like state for so long that he’d foregone our plane of existence and could see anything and everything that would ever occur.
That’s quite a bold claim. Did it hold any water?
I don’t… I don’t know. Neither of us really believed in that kind of thing, but we volunteered anyway because we thought it would be fun.
And? Was it?
That part was more… strange than it was fun.
Oh? And what was so strange about it?
The defendant was already on the stage when we volunteered. At the time, I thought he looked as out of it as the other volunteers for the hypnosis had, but after what happened… I wondered if it was all part of the act. And I think it was. It's my belief that it was an act put on by Mr. Vogel to make it seem like he had no part in anything.
Begins to rise
Your honor-
(CONRAD pulls him back down to his seat and shakes his head).
Nevermind. Continue.
Mr. Vogel was on the stage. He had a basket full of wildflowers in his hands. We climbed onto the stage and he offered one of the flowers to Gil.
Your honor, I would like to present exhibit A.
(ALBRECHT walks over to the prosecution’s table, picking up a plastic sleeve. In the sleeve is a dried and pressed yellow flower).
Would you like to tell the jury what this is, Miss Baker?
That’s the flower Mr. Vogel gave to my fiance during the show. I pressed it because I thought it would be a nice thing to look back on… in the future.
Do you know what this flower is called?
A yellow one?
That’s not wrong. I take it you’re not familiar with the language of flowers.
No, I am not.
Whispering to CONRAD
Are you going to stop me from objecting again?
(CONRAD thinks it over for a beat, but ends up not saying anything).
Making a disgusted and annoyed noise.
Fine, I won’t. But this feels unnecessary.
Mr. Albrecht, I would like to remind you to keep your questioning on the topic at hand. The witness was in the middle of giving her statement.
Of course, your honor. Though I might add, the kind of flower this happens to be is relevant to this case. But I will return to that part of my argument at a later time. Miss Baker, you were saying?
Mr. Vogel offered my fiance a flower from his basket, then he read our fortunes. Mine was average enough, I think. Generic. I don’t remember what he told me now. But Gil…
What did he tell Gil, Miss Baker?
He told Gil that he would die. Peacefully. In his sleep. I remember… I remember the police told me after I discovered the body that he… his throat was cut first. They said he most likely died instantly. He might not have even felt the blade.
(ALICE becomes visibly choked up. She takes out a handkerchief and hides her face behind it. Her shoulders are shaking with the force of her sobs).
I’m sorry, it’s just- I’m sorry, it’s so much. It’s been years but I still think about it every day. I think about him every day, but so many of my happy memories with Gil are painted over with blood and grief. It’s been years since he was taken from me, and yet… and yet…
(ALICE stands up, a vengeful look in her eye as she raises her voice and an accusatory finger pointed at CONRAD).
And yet you’ve been out here! This whole time you’ve been alive! Getting away with all the pain and suffering you’ve caused and just sitting there as if you’ve done nothing wrong! You’re a monster! How can you live with yourself? How can you look in the mirror and not feel repulsed? Disgusted? How can you justify being alive? You should die!
(ALICE begins to climb over the witness stand and tries to lunge at CONRAD, who shrinks in his chair at the sight of her fury. The BAILIFF grabs her under the arms before she can reach him and drags her away kicking and screaming).
Banging his gavel
Order! Order in the court! For everyone’s sake, I hope that… impassioned speech from Miss Baker is the only excitement we have during these proceedings. Normally, I would ask the defense if they wished to cross-examine the witness, but as Miss Baker had to be removed from the court, I will ask the defense if they would like to call one of their own witnesses next.
Standing
Your honor, the defense would like to call Mr. Conrad Vogel to the stand.
(CONRAD stands and slinks over to the witness stand. His shoulders are hunched inwards and his head is down, trying to make himself as small as possible).
Are you alright, Mr. Vogel? You look ill.
I’m fine.
Are you sure?
Hesitantly
Yes, I’m just… I’m a little claustrophobic.
Have you always been claustrophobic, Mr. Vogel?
(CONRAD shakes his head)
No. It’s a… newer development. It’s strange. I don’t remember anything that happened between meeting Dr. Krauss and waking up in the hospital, but I think my body does. Any time I’m in a tight space like this I get… nervous. Anxious.
Don’t worry, Mr. Vogel, you won’t be there for long.
(CONRAD smiles, visibly relieved to hear this)
Now, Mr. Vogel, you say you don’t remember anything between meeting Dr. Krauss and waking up at the hospital?
That’s true.
But you have a clear memory of what your life was like before meeting Dr. Krauss?
I…remember about as much as anyone else would expect, I think.
What do you mean?
I don’t remember being a baby.
Ah. Well, I suppose that can’t be helped, Mr. Vogel. But would you mind telling the jury what you do remember about your life? Before meeting Dr. Krauss?
Shouting
Objection! How could the defendant’s past possibly be relevant to this case?
If the jury were given a clear understanding of Mr. Vogel’s background, they would be able to form a more sound judgment on what kind of person he is. It will help determine for them if he really is the type who could commit such monstrous acts without coercion.
The objection is overruled. Answer the question, Mr. Vogel.
I had an... average upbringing, I think. Nothing of note really happened in my childhood. After high school, I went off to college. I only stayed in school for a few months before I quit.
Why did you quit?
I was never good in school, and I didn’t see the point in continuing. Especially not after I discovered what I wanted to do.
And what was that?
Acting.
(CONRAD looks embarrassed)
I wasn’t very good at it, though. I’d quit school and moved to California to pursue my dream, but I only ended up getting a few small parts in small town theater productions. I enjoyed them, but there wasn’t anything I could support myself with. So I decided to move back home. I didn’t tell anyone, though. It was supposed to be a surprise.
And was it?
I never made it back. I met Dr. Krauss before I could.
Would you mind telling the jury, how exactly did the two of you meet?
I was on my way home, I’d just arrived at the nearest bus station two towns away from my parents’ place. I’d only meant to stretch my legs and clear my head before taking a taxi the rest of the way- it wasn’t a far distance, but much too far to walk. As I was walking along I noticed a little shop that was hiring. I had nothing to lose, so I went in.
What kind of shop was it?
A hypnotic clinic. The sign in the window said that it could help people lose weight, quit smoking, and even cure insomnia.
Did you understand anything about how hypnosis worked when you went into the building, Mr. Vogel?
I’m not sure I understand how it works even now. No, I just wanted a job and if not that, then… I’d been having a lot of trouble sleeping lately. I really hoped the doctor could fix that for me.
And what was Dr. Krauss like when you met him?
He was… strange. I thought I made it clear that I was there about the job posting, but he didn’t ask me any interview questions and instead sat me down for a session. I told him about my trouble sleeping and he said that when he was done every sleep I had after would be deep and dreamless. Just like I wanted.
And then?
And then it’s just… a fog. I don’t remember.
Nodding
I see. No further questions.
MAYER goes back to his seat, meanwhile, ALBRECHT rises to a stand.
I would like to cross-examine.
By all means.
ALBRECHT approaches CONRAD at the stand, he is holding exhibit A again.
First and foremost, Mr. Vogel, do you recognize this?
ALBRECHT holds exhibit A out to him, CONRAD gives it a long look.
Sorry, I don’t.
And I take it you also know nothing about the language of flowers?
Shaking his head
No, I’m sorry. Should I?
Given the meaning this flower holds, I find that hard to believe.
MAYER raises his hand to draw the attention over to himself.
Can you please stop beating around the bush and get on with it? Clearly, you have something to say about that flower and I’d like to get back to the case at hand.
Believe me, this is perhaps the most relevant piece of evidence in the courtroom today. This, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, isn’t just any flower. No, this is a tansy. A common tansy, to be precise.
And what does that have to do with the case, Mr. Albrecht?
You see, the common tansy holds many meanings. In fact, most flowers hold more than one symbolic meaning. Really, it is the intent of the giver that matters in determining the flower’s meaning. Traditionally, a tansy can mean things like protection. Immortality.
(Beginning to raise his voice.)
But! The tansy can also represent hostile thoughts. Danger. They were even used as a declaration of war! The fact that this flower, with its violent imagery was given to the victim can only mean one thing. That this man, Conrad Vogel, purposefully targeted Mr. Preston and marked him for death! He chose who would die!
ALBRECHT points an accusatory finger at CONRAD, who shrinks back from it.
Rising to his feet and shouting
Your honor! This is all speculation! Yes, Mr. Vogel may have offered that flower to a victim, but who is to say that wasn’t just a coincidence that it had such a meaning? Mr. Vogel himself said he didn’t know anything about flower language. Does he even look like the type who would?
(On the stand, CONRAD shrugs helplessly).
The prosecution has no proof that anyone other than Mr. Preston was even given this flower! No. This flower means nothing. I move for this entire flower argument to be struck from the record!
Banging his gavel
Motion passes. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, please forget what you have just witnessed and do not consider it when you are making your decision at the end of the trial. Mr. Albrecht, do you have any other questions for Mr. Vogel?
ALBRECHT looks upset, but nods.
Indeed I do, your honor. Mr. Vogel, I would like to circle back to something you said earlier in your statement.
Quietly
Okay.
You proclaimed yourself to be an actor?
Yes.
And despite your claim of being a “bad” actor, you also said you had a few roles in smaller theater production in California. Anything of note?
Not particularly. I played characters with one or two lines, or I was in the ensemble for musical numbers. I did like acting, but I realized I couldn’t support myself with it. I also realized I probably wouldn’t get discovered, since I don’t exactly have charisma.
So, to get your entire story straight… you quit school to become an actor, but failing to do that you quit acting as well and decided to move back in with your parents.
That’s correct.
But you didn’t tell anyone you were returning home. On the way back home, you met Dr. Krauss at a hypno-clinic. There you asked for a job interview and a way to cure your bad sleeping habits.
That’s also correct.
And then you spent the next twelve years with the man, confined to a box and only allowed out to perform stage tricks or random acts of violence.
(CONRAD flinches)
Is that also correct, Mr. Vogel?
Quietly
Yes, that’s correct.
That seems a little convenient, no?
What?
The way I see it, Mr. Vogel… with your background, it is entirely possible that you could be lying about all this. You said so yourself, you are an actor.
Nervously
I am, but-
But nothing! You are an experienced actor, is it not possible that you could be utilizing your skills in that profession to make yourself seem like a victim in all of this? All this trembling and shaking of yours, making yourself appear small and vulnerable, that fear and horror in your eyes, that convenient forgetfulness of your actions… could this not all be another one of your performances?
I’m not- I’m not doing that!
Can you cry on command?
Can I what?
Your honor! Objection!
You object too much, Mayer!
(MAYER pointedly ignores ALBRECHT)
He’s badgering!
(ALBRECHT holds up his hands in mock surrender)
Fine, fine. I just have one more question, and then we’ll leave it at that. Does that sound good to you, Mayer?
Clearly suppressing anger
Fine.
You said you met him because you were having trouble sleeping. So tell me, how do you sleep, Mr. Vogel?
Quiet, guilty sounding
Ever since I met him, despite all of the horrible things that have happened to plague my waking hours, I can still sleep. Deep and dreamless. It’s…awful. It’s like he’s still here with me. Like he still has a hold on me. I sleep wonderfully every night and it chills me to the core.
Are you done?
Of course, I said no further questions. You may go, Mr. Vogel.
CONRAD exits the witness stand and goes back to his seat beside MAYER, practically collapsing into it. He is breathing hard and visibly shaking, hugging himself tightly. MAYER sets a hand on CONRAD’S shoulder to try and comfort him, but CONRAD flinches violently at the contact and the hand is quickly removed.
Your Honor, if you don’t mind, the prosecution would like to call an expert witness to testify.
Of course, Albrecht. Get on with it.
Thank you. The prosecution would like to call Dr. Morton to the stand.
DR. MORTON approaches the stand with confident strides.
Would you introduce yourself to the jury, Dr. Morton?
Of course. My name is Dr. Morton, and I am a licensed and practicing hypnotherapist.
And what exactly does a hypnotherapist do, Dr. Morton?
It’s exactly how it sounds. It’s a type of therapeutic alternative medicine. I induce a state of hypnosis in my customers to help them alter their behaviors.
Is that something that works for everyone?
Well, I wouldn’t go as far as to say that. Hypnotherapy works well for most of my clients, but they are people who actively sought out the kind of hypnosis I offered. Hypnotherapy requires a certain threshold of susceptibility to work, and it’s not something that everyone possesses.
You’re familiar with this case, yes?
Of course. Everyone in my line of work is very well-versed in this case.
So then, would you mind sharing your expert opinion on the subject?
It’s… difficult to say, really. Before coming to court and hearing Mr. Vogel speak, I would have said the entire thing was entirely implausible and should be dismissed from court altogether. But now that I know that Mr. Vogel met with Dr. Krauss I still believe that his claims are highly unlikely but not one hundred percent impossible.
ALBRECHT frowns, not expecting this kind of response. Clearly this was not the statement made when he chose DR. MORTON as his expert.
Thank you, Dr. Morton. No further questions.
Rising
Your honor, may I?
Of course.
MAYER approaches the witness stand with deliberate slowness, as if still going over what he’s going to say in his mind.
From my understanding, you don’t think it’s likely that my client was actually under hypnotic suggestion during the time of the murders?
As I said, it’s not impossible but seems highly unlikely given the length of time and the supposed severity of the hypnosis. But given that he willingly met Dr. Krauss to experience hypnosis, I think it is entirely possible that the initial kidnapping was because he was put under hypnosis.
I see. May I ask your opinion on something, Dr. Morton?
Certainly.
Now, I am sure you are aware that my client, Mr. Vogel, was deprived of food for days at a time and kept hidden inside a trunk barely large enough to hold an adult man?
Yes, I am aware.
And you don’t doubt this aspect of his story, yes?
That’s not anything I could ever refute, I know there was physical evidence to support that.
So then, given my client’s extremely traumatic circumstances, don’t you think it’s possible that he would be far more susceptible to hypnotic suggestion than the average person?
Undoubtedly.
And given that, don’t you also think the severity and longevity of the hypnosis forced upon my client by his captor may have been more extreme compared to the average person’s as well?
That’s… also a possibility.
So if you agree that this is all possible because of the extreme level of duress my client was under for such a long period of time, why are you claiming it’s unlikely?
Because though I believe the probability of Mr. Vogel’s claim being true is more than zero… it is also a claim I struggle to support. Theoretically, it could happen. Realistically, probably not. At best, I believe your client is exaggerating the events to make himself look good and possibly get a lighter sentence. At worst, he's outright lying about everything.
I see. Is there anything we could do to convince you of his honesty?
DR. MORTON thinks about it for a beat
I suppose… my assumption is that since Mr. Vogel only recently came out of such a long state of hypnosis, he is probably still highly susceptible. If Mr. Vogel would allow it, I would like to try putting him under hypnosis myse-
CONRAD jumps to his feet, knocking his chair over in the process with a loud clang. The entire courtroom turns to him. He is breathing heavily and his eyes are wide and maddened. He is also trembling
Shouting
No! I’m not doing that! I can’t! Not again! I would rather go to prison for the rest of my life than do that again! I won’t, I won’t!
Order! Mr. Vogel, I would ask you to control yourself.
Calming down
You’re right, your honor. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.
CONRAD picks his chair back up and sits down. He is staring at his hands on the table. MAYER clears his throat to get the attention back on himself.
Well, you heard my client. That’s not going to happen, Dr. Morton. Do you have any other suggestions on what I could do to sway you?
Shaking his head
No. I’m afraid that’s it.
Alright. No further questions. Your honor, I would like to call Mr. Vogel back up to the stand, if I may.
DR. MORTON exits the stage
I’ll allow it.
MAYER gestures for CONRAD to come to the witness stand. CONRAD props himself up on the table and leans against it for support on his way there. He shuffles and nearly trips, but catches himself in time. He reaches the stand and settles there.
That was quite the outburst, Mr. Vogel.
Guiltily
I know. I’m sorry.
It’s fine. I was just wondering if you were alright.
I am. Thank you for your concern.
Good. Now do you mind if we discuss what just happened?
Eyes darting around nervously
Here? Is that… is that relevant?
Speaking loudly from his seat
I too question the relevance of this topic. This isn’t a therapy session, Mr. Mayer. You can talk freely about your client’s feelings later, like when he’s not on trial for murder.
MAYER turns to address ALBRECHT
What you think is relevant doesn’t matter, Albrecht. That’s up to the judge to decide. Judge Madison?
Carry on with your questioning. But if I think something sounds irrelevant, I will ask you to stop.
Thank you. Mr. Vogel, care to enlighten the court about what just happened? Why won’t you consider being put under hypnosis again, if it would be a sure way to prove you had no willing hand in any of this?
I agree it would be helpful to my case, but… I can’t. I can’t go through that again. To ask me to give up control over everything like that… to give up my body… my self… I’m sorry but I’m not strong enough to go through that again. It’s too much.
That’s okay, Mr. Vogel. I understand if going under hypnosis so shortly after what happened would be a tough experience for you.
CONRAD smiles in relief
Thank you.
Lucky for us, that’s not the only way we can prove you wouldn’t be capable of committing these acts if you had any kind of awareness or control of yourself.
CONRAD’S relief turns into confusion as MAYER crosses the stage over to the defense’s table, where he picks something up and hides it from CONRAD’S sight.
What are you-
Interrupting, yelling over CONRAD as he returns to the witness stand
Ladies and gentlemen, exhibit B!
MAYER splashes a vial of blood across CONRAD’S face. CONRAD seems frozen in shock. After a moment he covers his mouth with his hand and scrambles out of the audience’s sight behind the witness stand. He is unseen, but the violent retching is extremely audible.
Triumphantly
As you can see, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, my client Mr. Vogel, has an extreme aversion to blood! There’s no way he could have committed any of these crimes of his own volition!
CONRAD passes out, his body spilling out from behind the witness stand. JUDGE MADISON bangs his gavel.
Order! Order! Mr. Mayer, I have had enough of your shenanigans in this courtroom today. We are going to have a recess so you can take care of your client. I want him cleaned up, presentable, and awake in the next fifteen minutes or I will call the court finished for the day. Do you understand me?
Of course, your honor.
MAYER and THE BAILIFF work together to drag CONRAD off the stage.
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