I told him, “Frans is going bananas on me.” I described what had happened. He said, “I’ll be there as soon as I can catch a plane,” and he flew in. Frans was still in the naked cell, had dressed partially. Frans talked to him and explained that they wanted to have him in the hospital, and, “You’ll feel better,” and so on. We fixed him up at a motel. He and I and two of the biggest cops in town rode in the taxi down to the hotel, I mean down to the hospital. And he was there a week or two, Franz van den Brink. Walked to the hospital and walked back every day.
