Scene 41: Comm Ev

Daisy stands before Amory’s Comm Ev committee, summoned to give them an update on the status of the case. This is the first convening of the group which will determine Amory’s future.

Previously On:

Daisy catches Adam and Amory in an intimate moment.

Last Lines: She must continue her strategy of routing out properly if she ever wants to build a real life for herself one day.

Daisy stands before Amory’s Comm Ev committee, summoned to give them an update on the status of the case. This is the first convening of the group which will determine Amory’s future. Daisy’s hands guard the file of evidence and hold it close to her chest. Each of the uniforms in the room is perfectly pressed, the creases in the sleeves holding firm through each slight movement.

Daisy stands straight upright, her heels lightly touching and her shoulder blades arching in towards each other. She has convinced herself that she must do whatever it takes to get Amory thrown in the RPF, that The Church is in danger otherwise. And she is here to plead her case.

One of the uniforms asks her, “How is the Int Rundown progressing?”

“Well, Sir,” Daisy begins using the correct intonation of “Action,” which is number 20.0 on the tone scale. “We began Amory’s Int Rundown yesterday.”

“And?”

“And, Sir, to be honest, it did not go very well.” Daisy quiets her reactive mind and does not reveal any emotion on her face. She must be fully in control of this situation.

A different uniform questions her this time, “And why not?”

Daisy straightens her back and looks at him confidently before continuing, “Sir, she had a strong read on the command, ‘recall a time when you were put in something.’ It was almost a Rock Slam, Sir.” Daisy steps closer to the row of officers, her voice revealing a hint of strain at every word. She continues, “I strongly believe that Amory is a threat to the group. Her evil intentions could do serious harm to us. She should be sent to the RPF immediately.”

For a moment, she feels a slight pang of guilt. But she only has to remind herself that she’s working for the greatest good for the greatest number of dynamics to quiet this reaction. She must protect the group against any possible enemies, even if they are her long-time friends.

“Yes, Daisy,” one of the lower officers answers her. “Your opinion is noted and recorded.”

Another uniform jumps in the exchange. “A Rock Slam?” She asks pointedly, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, Sir. Very sure. It surprised me as well. Amory is the last person I would expect to have evil intentions against L. Ron Hubbard. She went on and on about how she was forced to be in The Church. I don’t know what’s happened to her.”

“But it wasn’t a Rock Slam?” a different officer asks, his tone a clear indication of his skepticism.

“Well, it was close, Sir.” She tries to picture the e-meter screen and exactly what the reading was. “It almost was.”

“Well was it or wasn’t it?” the officer asks, his voice growing louder and harsher.

Unprepared for the questions, Daisy scrambles for a defense. She pauses, taking a moment to regain her composure. She continues, “The reading was exactly one notch under a Rock Slam. I thought about alerting you immediately but decided against it since she did not have an actual Rock Slam. I have the evidence here, if you would like …” Daisy approaches her superiors, her file of evidence extended out before her like an offering.

“And who gave you the authority to make that decision?” A different officer throws another sharp question. He grabs the file from her and begins combing through the documents.

“I … I” Daisy searches for the correct words to guard herself. “I though …”

The ranking officer interjects, “If you think she should be in the RPF, make it a Rock Slam next time. You write the report, after all.” He takes Amory’s file from the other officer and waves it in Daisy’s face. “It should say what you need it to say.”

Daisy nods humbly, keeping her eyes cast to the floor. “Of course, Sirs,” she says. “Anything to serve The Church.” She retreats backward, leaving her evidence on the table before them.

“That will be all for now. Keep up apprised of any significant developments.” He turns his back to Daisy and consults with the other officers quietly.

Daisy exits the room silently, hiding the rage she feels at the inaction of her superiors. They must be idiots if they can’t see what a threat Amory really is. Slowly lifting her hand to the door knob, she forces herself to think with her analytic mind. She knows she must examine the situation in order to devise a new battle plan for herself, so she calms the pace of her walk in order to think. She suspects that they are protecting Amory because of her strong record of service and perhaps because of her mother’s high rank. But even those facts do not usually justify privileged treatment in The Church. She wonders if there is something else, a vital fact she is missing. She knows what to do, something that always makes her feel better.

Scenes from the Next:

Daisy recruits an ally.

Scene 21: Comm Evs

The Comm Ev gives her hope in the process established by The Church. As she walks down the hallway, she forces herself to think rationally and decide on a plan of action. She will need to collect any evidence she can if justice will prevail. Those who show disloyalty, or selfish tendencies, must be punished. By any means possible.

Previously On:

Five-year-old Amory signs the billion year contract.

Last lines: “She wondered why her mom and dad weren’t in the audience. She looked down at her feet and decided that she didn’t like her new black canvas shoes. She liked her old shoes better, the white ones her mother gave her.”

When Daisy leaves the security check dungeon, her eyes squint as they adjust to the blinding natural light. She hurries directly to her superior’s office to hand deliver her sacred notes. She knows that there is enough evidence to have Amory thrown in the RPF, and she hopes that the top brass concur with her conclusion.

Daisy finds the office of the ranking officer in OSA and knocks on her door.

“Good evening, Sir,” Daisy says as she enters. “I have the notes for Amory Baldwin’s security check.” Daisy smiles as the officer takes her notes and carefully reviews them. She stands silently at attention while her superior reads the evidence.

After a few minutes, the officer asks Daisy, “And what is your conclusion?”

“Sir, if I may speak freely?” The officer nods in the affirmative. Daisy continues, “It is clear that Amory is a liability to the group. Her loyal is in question, and she has become a suppressive person.” Her unwavering conviction to The Church runs far deeper than any personal loyalty.

“What action do you recommend?”

“I think the RPF is appropriate in this case. It will give her a chance to prove her dedication to the group.” As she waits for her commanding officer to consider the information, Daisy remembers her time at the Ranch with Amory. They were as close as friends can be, perhaps closer since neither of them had a family, other than in name. The dorms they lived in, known as the Motel, housed sixteen girls in four rooms and bathrooms.  Amory and Daisy were always in the same room. One night when the other girls were asleep, Daisy and Amory wanted to test the myth that putting someone’s finger in warm water makes her wet her bed. They chose the new girl, Jackie, as their victim. It worked, and they laughed about it for weeks.

But Daisy also remembers bitterly the jobs they had and still feels raw about it. Daisy’s post was health officer. It was her responsibility to make sure that all of the cadets took their Cal-Mag pills so that they would not get sick. She distributed them every day in little plastic cups to all of the children. It was a good post, but Amory was the commanding officer at the Ranch. Her stat was to get people to graduate into the Sea Org. Amory monitored the progress all of the cadets made in their schooling. If they were lagging behind, she had to get them to work harder. No one was surprised that Amory got that post. After all, her sister had been commanding officer before her. Amory and Riley were quite the pair—they were the pretty girls, when all the other girls seemed to be going through the early-adolescent awkward phase, who always did everything right. They never seemed to be in trouble, probably because they always followed the rules and were completely dedicated to their posts. Perfect Scientology children. And they were rewarded for it by being quickly promoted to the top posts. Obedience was always rewarded. It was no secret why they were given jobs as “enforcers.” They were good at following rules, so the logic was that they could get the others to follow the rules as well. But Daisy wanted the post of commanding officer. She was in line to get it, and she thought she would. Her stats were almost as high as Amory’s. But not quite. She was never good enough. When she heard that Amory got the post, her heart broke. Everything she worked for was shattered. Amory was CO and she was health officer, something that would always haunt her.

After minutes of contemplation, the commanding officer finally speaks up. “I’m going to recommend the ethics project for Amory.”

“Sir? There is plenty of evidence …” Daisy questions.

“That will be all,” the officer cuts her off and dismisses her. Surprisingly, the top brass has decided to show Amory mercy.

“Yes, Sir.” Daisy is shocked into silence. She has seen many people sent to the RPF for far less egregious crimes than a suicide attempt. She controls her instinct to punch the door, and instead she calmly exits the office. Daisy thought that she had finally beat Amory, that her perfect friend was shown to be incompetent and subversive. But all of her illusions are shattered with one simple phrase. She cringes as the words “ethics project” repeat in her mind.

“Oh, wait … There is one final thing,” the officer adds as Daisy is about to exit.

Daisy’s ears enliven, and she halts immediately.

“I will be convening a Comm Ev for Amory. I expect you to compile any evidence you find and present it to the group.” A Committee of Evidence, or Comm Ev, is Scientology’s equivalent of a criminal or civil trial. No jury of peers. No defense attorneys. Just the accused up against a group of superiors. She continues, “You have until the first meeting to develop your case.”

The Comm Ev gives her hope in the process established by The Church. As she walks down the hallway, she forces herself to think rationally and decide on a plan of action. She will need to collect any evidence she can if justice will prevail. Those who show disloyalty, or selfish tendencies, must be punished. By any means possible.

Scenes from the Next:

Amory is taken to her new home.