(large trim) > Kaj Malmberg
> det.sgt.
> Helsinki Police
> This Scientology case started on day when a lawyer from a very respected law
> office contacted us and said he was representing the Church of Scientology
> and that he had in his office a privat investigator from the United States
> that had come here to investigate on behalf of the church.
>
> They came to my office in Helsinki and told me that someone had penetrated
> in to a computer in Los Angeles and taken secret information form it. The
> computer was the property of the Church of Scientology.
Obviously that was a lie told by the kriminal kult to the police officer.

Scientology's OSA department had one or two of it's "agents" work on a DA package including the incident even before Ms. Bloodybutt tried to frame Tom Klemesrud. That DA package was to included the claim that Tom Klemesrud was being questioned by the police about murdering a woman. (An anonymous telephone call to the police by a woman screaming for help was probably planned, but the woman was too drunk to perform the call or remember to call.) The plan was to make Tom Klemesrud appear that he had murdered someone and then successfully hide / dispose of the body, and to have him incarcerated for a crime that had not even been committed.

Only Scientology Inc.'s plan failed: their OSA operative was too drunk to follow the plan, and Tom Klemesrud managed to thwart the plan by yelling for help himself (and who wouldn't, when a strange woman comes into one's residence and starts splattering blood on the walls?!).

Since Scientology's plan was to make a murder appear to have taken place and also have the body missing, Ms. Bloodybutt had to flee before the police arrived. She could not withstand a medical investigation that showed she was not injured. She didn't know that the police had already been called.

DEFENDANT'S CALL The 911 tape of the Defendant's phone call to LAPD begins at 21:43 hours. The tape goes as follows:

LAPD: "911 emergency operator 434."

DEFENDANT: "Yea, I have, ah, I'm a , I'm a anti-member of the Church of Scientology and I have a Scientology member in my apartment building who bleed all over my bathroom and she's alive and she's fine.

LAPD: "You need the paramedics?

DEFENDANT: "No, not at all. No we don't even need the police."

LAPD: "Okay. What's the problem then sir?"

DEFENDANT: "Ah, we have a scientologist going after an anti-Scientologist and if you don't understand that you can call the FBI."

LAPD: "But why do you need the police? Why are you calling 911?"

DEFENDANT: "Because the FBI told me to call."

LAPD: "Who called - told you to call?"

DEFENDANT: "Three, ah, the FBI. You understand their number - 6565?"

LAPD: "Well, why did they tell you to call?"

DEFENDANT: "Because you have...then she said why did they tell me to call. I'm sitting here with a rabid Scientologist infiltrating my apartment and the FBI told me to call and I'm calling. Okay? And this isn't funny. It's not funny. Okay?

LAPD: "I'm not laughing."

DEFENDANT: "I want you to call the FBI and find this out real quick. Okay? And she's got a lot of blood in my bathroom floor, you know, hemorrhaging from woman-female things and she's going to blame that on me. Okay?"

LAPD: "So you want me to call the FBI?"

DEFENDANT: "Absolutely - yes."

LAPD: "Why don't you call the FBI?"

DEFENDANT: "I already did."

LAPD: "But why do you want me to call?"

DEFENDANT: "So you know the story. They told me to call you.

LAPD: "I don't see how I can help you sir. Do you need the paramedics? Yes or no?"

DEFENDANT: "No, I need the FBI. There's a federal crime - there's been a federal crime committed here. Okay, as a matter of fact I'm going to stay on the...as a matter of fact I'm reporting a federal crime and it is money laundering.

Miss, the crime is money laundering."

LAPD: "Who's doing that?"

DEFENDANT: "The lady in my apartment right now. You call him and I'm going to stay on the line you asshole! So call him right now!"

LAPD: "One moment sir. I'm going to put you on hold."

(LAPD operator is talking to someone at her location: "Excuse me. Excuse me. Could you look up the special loop for 5143 Bakman? What does that mean? What does that tell me? I have this address on the line and he's talking about the FBI and it sounds like a 5150." [Note: 5150 is police jargon for Welfare and Institution Code Section 5150 which deals with mentally disturbed individuals.] "Okay. Okay. Thank you.")

DEFENDANT: "Hello sir, is this the FBI?"

LAPD: "No it isn't. What I'm going to do is transfer you to my supervisor..."

DEFENDANT: "And, and she's squirreling, meaning, meaning that ah, she, she doesn't go along with, with, with the church's orders."

LAPD: "Stay on the line on moment sir. I'm going to transfer you to my supervisor.

BUSY SIGNAL.........(LAPD operator unsuccessful in transferring call to her supervisor."

The call ends at 21:49 hours.

PLAINTIFF'S CALL The 911 call to the Fire Department placed by the Plaintiff begins at 22:45 hours. It goes as follows:

LAFD: "911 emergency 585."

PLAINTIFF: "Yes. A man has gone out of his mind and I have no clue what to do with him."

LAFD: "Who is this man, ma'am?

DEFENDANT: "The guy who owns the telephone who has called the FBI already. This is the Church of Scientology."

LAFD: "Sir, sir, would you put the lady on the phone."

DEFENDANT: "Yes I will. He wants to talk to you."

LAFD: "Okay, ma'am?"

DEFENDANT: "This is the Church of Scientology who is trying to frame me."

LAFD: "Sir - sir..."

DEFENDANT: "Here is the lady..."

LAFD: "Sir, sir, get off the phone sir!"

DEFENDANT: "The FB......here is the lady."

PLAINTIFF: "Hello."

LAFD: "Okay ma'am, what is this man doing to you? This man that's right there. The one I just talked to.

PLAINTIFF: "The one that put a 12 gauge to your head. The one that says you can't go to the bathroom because you're hemorrhaging."

LAFD: "Stay on the line. Let me transfer you to the police operator so they can switch you to the police.

PLAINTIFF: "Thank you."

LAPD: Los Angeles Police Department..."

PLAINTIFF: "I need some kind of help here."

LAPD: "What's the problem?"

PLAINTIFF: "This man's paranoid. I don't know. He won't allow me to go to the bathroom.

LAPD: "Who are you talking about?"

PLAINTIFF: "I'm hemorrhaging right now.......12 gauge and moved it up and said, 'don't worry about shooting me if you want to'....I think perhaps you ought to come over.....I don't know what to do about this situation. I really don't know what to do.

LAPD: "What is the address?"

PLAINTIFF: "I'm sorry, I have no clue right now...I'm hemorrhaging.

LAPD: "You don't live there?"

PLAINTIFF: "No I don't."

LAPD: "How did you get there? Hold on for the paramedics."

DEFENDANT: "Yes, miss?

LAPD: "Yes."

DEFENDANT: "Yea you're going to have to....."

LAFD: "Paramedics 405. May I help you?"
(Note: LAPD and LAFD are both on the line)
LAPD: "What did you say?"

DEFENDANT: "You're going to get a better, ah...you're going to get a better ah...shit. This is the Church of Scientology trying to set up somebody who is a critic...that's what this is...okay?"

LAFD: "He's a what?"

DEFENDANT: "This is the Church of Scientology trying to set up a critic."

LAPD to LAFD: "The lady said she was hemorrhaging so I transferred to you...I don't know what..."

DEFENDANT: "I don't think she's hemorrhaging, but, you know, if she's hemorrhaging she did it herself. See I don't know women does that."

LAPD: "What's wrong with you?"

DEFENDANT: "Huh?"

LAPD: "What's wrong with you?"

DEFENDANT: "I've had...I've had a few drinks...that's all that's wrong with me.

LAPD: "Is it your girlfriend?"

DEFENDANT: No. Absolutely not. She met me at the bar.

You've got to call the FBI. The FBI understands. Okay?

LAFD: "You're calling from your own apartment?"

DEFENDANT: "Yea, and I have friends at the FBI and they know my name. You know my name."

LAFD: "I thought you said this was the Church of Scientology."

DEFENDANT: "Absolutely...yea...this...yes it is and she has the ability to train my shotgun on me and shoot me but she won't do that."

LAFD: "Hold on a second...hold on a second..."

DEFENDANT: "If the police come there's no threatening situation..."

LAFD: "Hold on one second please. Okay PD are you going to handle?"

LAPD: "Yea, we got it. Bye."

The call ended at 22:49 hours.

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