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Victor.
No. 6: I still don’t think it’s necessary.
Dr Conroy: Very well, just go along with me for a moment. What happened next?
No. 6: He attached the electrodes, down there.
Dr Conroy: Where, Victor?
No. 6: You know where.
Dr Conroy: No, Victor, I want you to say it.
No. 6: On my thing.
Dr Conroy: Could you be more explicit, Victor?
No. 6: On my . . . penis.
Dr Conroy: Very good, Victor. The masculine member, the male organ used for copulation and urination.
No. 6: In my case, only for the second function, doctor.
Dr Conroy: Are you sure, Victor?
No. 6: Y es.
Dr Conroy: It wasn’t always like that in the past, was it, Victor?
No. 6: The past is over. I want to change all that.
Dr Conroy: Why?
No. 6: Because it’s God’s will.
Dr Conroy: Do you really believe that God’s will has anything to do with such matters, Victor? – with your problem?
No. 6: God’s will is part of everything.
Dr Conroy: I’m a priest too, Victor, but I believe that God sometimes lets Nature run its course.
No. 6: Nature is an intellectual construct that has no place in our religion, doctor.
Dr Conroy: Let’s go back to the observation room, Victor. Tell me how you felt when the technician attached the electrodes.
No. 6: He had cold hands.
Dr Conroy: Just cold, nothing else?
No. 6: Nothing else.
Dr Conroy: And when the images started to appear on the screen?
No. 6: I felt nothing then, either.
Dr Conroy: You know, Victor, I have the results from the plethysmograph and they show specific reactions here and here. You see . . . those spikes?
No. 6: I felt disgust when I saw certain images.
Dr Conroy: Disgust, Victor?
    [The conversation pauses for more than a minute.]
    Dr Conroy: Take all the time you need, Victor.
No. 6: Sexual images disgust me.
Dr Conroy: Any in particular, Victor?
No. 6: All of them.
Dr Conroy: Do you know why they disturbed you?
No. 6: Because they offend God.
Dr Conroy: Nevertheless, when you observed particular images,
    the apparatus registered tumescence in your masculine member. No. 6: It’s not possible.
Dr Conroy: To put it in vulgar terms, they gave you a hard-on. No. 6: Language like that is an offence to God and to your priesthood. I ought to . . .
    Dr Conroy: What ought you to do, Victor?
No. 6: Nothing.
Dr Conroy: Did you just feel a violent impulse, Victor? No. 6: No, doctor.
Dr Conroy: Did you feel a violent impulse the other day? No. 6: What other day?
Dr Conroy: Sorry, forgive my lack of clarity. Would you say
    that the other day, when you were beating the head of my lab technician against the control board – that you experienced a violent impulse?
    No. 6: That man was tempting me. ‘And if thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out and cast it from thee,’ says the Lord.
Dr Conroy: Matthew, chapter five, verse twenty-nine.
No. 6: Precisely.
Dr Conroy: And what of that eye? – the agony of that eye?
No. 6: I don’t understand.
Dr Conroy: The man’s name is Robert. He has a wife and a daughter. You sent him to hospital. You broke his nose, seven teeth, and gave him severe concussion. Thank God the guards managed to subdue you in time.
No. 6: Maybe I did become a little violent.
Dr Conroy: Do you think you could become violent now, if your hands weren’t strapped to the sides of the chair?
No. 6: If you want, we could find out, doctor.
Dr Conroy: I think we‘d better stop the interview here, Victor.
Municipal Morgue
    Tuesday, 5 April 2005, 8.32 p.m.
    The autopsy room was a chilly place, painted a jarring greyish mauve that did nothing to lighten the atmosphere. An overhead light with six bulbs hung over the autopsy table and lent the cadaver a few last moments of fame as the eyes of the four spectators stared down at him. It was their job to find out who was responsible for his untimely demise.
    Pontiero clamped his hand over his mouth when the coroner lifted Cardinal Robayra’s stomach on to the tray. A putrid odour permeated the autopsy room as the examiner proceeded to cut it open with his scalpel.