Loree McBride
Formerly his publicist, Loree McBride is the wife of Brent Spiner and mother of his child. She is also a Roman Catholic, Vatican Agent, and genetically engineered superbitch created by the Jesuits for the sole purpose of separating Brent and Gail by staging herself as Brent's "real" love interest.
Rivals
Gail became aware of Loree McBride through reading about her in the Star Trek fanzine, Data Entries, in which many of the readers and editors would periodically discuss the “cute blonde” that was following around Brent Spiner. Gail’s initial reaction to the subject was wrought with suspicion, and she even wrote to ask Brent about it in one of her letters at the time. It took a strong dive for the worse when an article in Data Entries included the following excerpt:
I'd read that Brent was a shy kind of guy, reluctant to involve himself with cons and fans. Media babble, I thought. Hype. I'd seen Patrick Stewart at a Creation Con. He had 5,000 people absolutely under control. Mr Stewart was all veneer, polish and reflected surfaces. I expected a Spiner-shaped version of that charismatic performance--an image of the professional Hollywood media figure--Spiner playing Spiner on the stage.
That's not what happened. Brent seemed real--very genuine. Vulnerable. Even a little fragile. Sitting so close let me pick up some interesting nuances. He looked nervous, apprehensive. He kept looking for reassurance to a very sharp California Blonde that came with him. I'd expected Brent to be more distanced. Safer. Instead, I sat right in the center of the front row, got copius quantities of eye contact, and saw that the poor thing was terrified.
Mary Heaston
Gail’s interpretation of the article was that the reason Brent was nervous was not because he was new to interfacing with fans and felt uncomfortable in the spotlight, but because he was terrified of the blonde woman he was looking for reassurance from.
When I read that this person seemed to make him nervous. . .the letter writers claimed they thought he was nervous because he was at the Star Trek convention. Brent has been a little bit shy with the public. The letter writers would insinuate that it was probably because he was not used to being with his fans. But I knew him and I knew how comfortable he was with me. I was worried about him. I remember back then I asked myself, “Whoever this blonde woman is, she’s not good for him, because she’s making him nervous”.
Despite what she claimed to believe about the situation, there was no hiding what Gail actually felt (and probably knew subconsciously) and Gail was fast on the defensive. She reassured herself by thinking that Brent was very attentive to her and wouldn't have room for another girlfriend, nor was he showing signs of cheating. She put up with reading and hearing about "the blonde" for a surprisingly long time but eventually the suspicions became too much, and one night Gail confronted Brent in a bizarre showdown in her bedroom closet.
The night before I read the Houston Chronicle article (that made me realize Brent had a girlfriend), for some reason I had recalled what I had read in Data Entries about this “cute blonde” that all his fans (who came to see him at Star Trek Conventions) wrote about.
For some reason I went to my bedroom closet, shut the door for privacy, and spoke to him on the wiretapped phone. I felt I got better reception of Brent's “noises” here in this closet. I tried to press him to let me know if he did indeed have a girlfriend.
The evening of June 25, 1996 I asked him, “Who’s this cute blonde that I read about in Data Entries? Do you have a girlfriend?”
I listened for the typical noises that Brent put on my phone, there was no change in the noises.
“Look, I deserve to know if you have a girlfriend, because I risk my marriage to communicate with you.” I paused, and for some reason, decided to press this matter.
Nothing changed on the phone, so I couldn’t tell what he tried to say, if he tried to say anything at all.
“I’m going to ask you if you have a girlfriend, if the answer is no, then make your noises louder, if the answer is yes, then be silent.”
Nothing changed on the phone, and I sensed he tried to evade the question, but did sense he was on the other end . . .listening. This made me suspicious that perhaps he did have a girlfriend.
“Look, if you have a girlfriend, I deserve to know. Why won’t you answer this question? I can tell you’re hiding something from me. You do have a girlfriend, don’t you? Again, let’s change the requirements for the noises, if you have a girlfriend, then make your noises louder; and if you don’t have a girlfriend, then be silent.”
Again, nothing significant changed on the phone.
“I think you have a girlfriend. Because if you didn’t, you’d jump at this opportunity to let me know that you don’t have a girlfriend. And you aren’t saying anything.” All of a sudden, I got this strange suspicion that this “cute blonde” I’d read about in Data Entries was his girlfriend. I fumed at this possibility that he could allow her to intrude into our sanctuary and to appear with him in public, as if his feelings for me were a big game and I was not important enough for him to protect and cherish. I felt as if he was ashamed of his feelings for me, and felt him a coward to have a girlfriend, when he listened to me for hours and hours every day on the phone. “How dare you have a girlfriend, when I have no job and depend totally on my husband for support and you know that I’ve risked everything to maintain my communication with you! You do have a girlfriend, don’t you! How dare you. How dare you, when I would have died to keep you in my life, because my husband would kill me over you. How dare you!!! You won’t make it clear to me that you don’t have a girlfriend, so I think you have one. Well, if this is the case, you can forget it. I’ll dump you like a hot turkey. I won’t tolerate this garbage from you. Why do you have to appear in public with this ‘cute blonde’? Is this cute blonde your girlfriend? And how could you have a girlfriend when you know how I feel about you?”
No answer.
Because he wouldn’t answer, I decided he didn’t want to let me know whether he had a girlfriend or not, which I thought was strange. I decided that I did deserve to know one thing, and so I asked him, “Have you gone to bed with this “cute blonde?”
No answer.
This made me really furious, because I thought for sure he’d want to let me know without reservation that he had not gone to bed with her. But the noises on the phone remained the same. He would not answer this question. “You mean you’ve gone to bed with her? And you still listen to me on the phone every day, and you let me make love to you every day on the phone? What do you think I am, some game player who takes my marriage vows lightly? Do you think I’d risk my marriage to make love to you, if I knew you had a girlfriend!”
No answer.
I really screamed at him then, but it did no good, because he would not tell me anything, and I couldn’t force him to talk.
About the only questions he would answer are the following: “Does she understand and respect our feelings for each other?” To this, he seemed to reply in the affirmative. However, this answer didn’t satisfy me, because he wouldn’t make it clear to me whether he’d gone to bed with her.
Later, I calmed down and felt guilty for my outrage (so unlike me). For me to get upset with Brent like this was rare, because I’m not the jealous type, but for some reason, on the night of June 25, 1996--I wanted him to clarify with me who this “cute blonde” was and because he seemed to evade the question (especially the questions about whether he had sex with her), I got frustrated with him and screamed at him on my phone.
The very next day, the truth was revealed.
But on this June 26, 1996, I noticed in the Houston Chronicle society column a statement by his mother that Brent Spiner had a birthday bash for his girlfriend Loree McBride, at Spago’s in Los Angeles. My heart fell. I felt numb. I ran to the phone and cried my eyes out to him on the phone for days and days. I asked him to explain this. But I only got his noises on the phone. He wouldn't talk to me. Devastated and confused, I knew Brent was on my phone. Brent offered no explanations. I cried for a month. I sensed that something was terribly unhealthy about Brent’s relationship with Loree McBride, and I was anxious for him. I prostrated myself on the floor and prayed for hours for Brent -- laying flat on the floor -- face down. I did this for three weeks, hours every day.
This Houston paper always had a society column that reported the latest gossip on all the celebrities that hailed from the Houston area. Houston, proud of its celebrities, reported on them from its local paper. The huge Houston newspaper took me an hour or longer to read.
But on that morning of June 26, 1996 I read in the Houston Chroniclesociety column, Sylvia’s comments: “Brent had a huge birthday dinner for his girlfriend Loree McBride, at Spago’s, and boy was it some celebration. . .” My heart about dropped to the ground and died. I’d already forgotten about the “cute blonde” incident I brought up to Brent the previous night. I immediately ran to my wiretapped phone and read word for word the article that I just read in the Houston Chronicle. “I want to know why you have this girlfriend. What do you need a girlfriend for? You mean I’m not good enough? There’s something going on here that I don’t know. Why do you have this woman for your girlfriend?” And then I screamed at him. “How dare you have a girlfriend when I’ve literally worshipped the ground you walk on and have written a novel to honor our love. How could you do this to me? How dare you! How dare you!”
I cried on the phone for at least a half hour and said nothing, just cried my heart out on the phone.
Gail and Brent broke up. However, despite the injury, the two still remained friends, and Gail accepted this new woman as Brent’s girlfriend. Gail meanwhile transferred her affections to actor Franco Nero.
Yet this would not be the end of the rivalry between the two woman. For reasons unknown to Gail at this time, Loree would go on to stalk her, and manipulate her life in strange ways. She paid off police, doctors, engineers, lawyers and various other authorities to patronize and not listen to Gail. She set fires around Gail’s home and once put a clone of herself in a car and blew it up just to show how far she would go. The attacks were numerous, and Gail caught on quickly.
Right after I fell and injured my knee, about two or three weeks later, someone started making thumping noises around my home at night, dumped my garbage all over my yard and set it on fire. Every morning I’d wake up to a new surprise. More work for me to do. I was in crutches and I had to go out there and clean the mess. And what did the police do? They just showed up and did nothing. They only patrolled the area. They said, “Maybe you should stay up all night and see if you can catch them.” This was about the best help I got from the Berkeley County Sheriff’s Department in South Carolina.
Finally, I figured out that they were working for Loree McBride. That they weren’t on my side. She got the police. I thought, “Boy, this woman’s good. I mean, she’s good. What kind of connections does she have?” I told Brent, “You need to do something about that girlfriend of yours. Man, she’s really getting out of hand.”
Then I noticed when the preacher from my church came over, and I was in crutches, when he came over to mow our lawn, he was very snooty towards me. He treated me like I was some mental case, and he was far above me. So I concluded, “Wow, that girlfriend’s got some connections. She put this preacher on my phone, brainwashed his whole church against me.” You see, I could tell by the sermons this preacher preached that he somehow got added to my phone's wiretap. That church had a clique mentality any ways. I thought, “Loree McBride got the Berkeley County Sheriff’s Department against me.”
The most significant of these events was yet to come.
Blitzkrieg of Fires
In December of 1998, Gail was at home alone with Erich while David was on deployment. Gail was in crutches for a time because she had cut open her knee. Erich came running to Gail to tell her that there was a fire outside.
My son was with me. This was a month after I decided I wanted to become an attorney. Apparently, somebody didn’t like that decision. My son said, “Mother, there’s a fire outside our kitchen door.” It was about a waist high fire, maybe about three feet away, like a little bonfire. “Oh, put it out.”
So, my son got a bucket of water and he put it out. Then there was another fire by the front door. And, did you know, somebody was setting fires, and so we put out the one by the front door.
Then there was another fire by the kitchen door. As soon as we put out a fire by the kitchen door, then there was another fire by the front door. So we were going from one end of the house to the other, putting out fires. I was filling up buckets with water, handing them to my son and we were. . .I think he must have put out about twenty fires.
In between breaks, I said, “I’m going to call the police. We've got to find who’s doing this.” So I called the police.
Man, it took them forever to show up. They didn’t show up right away. For three hours, My son and I were running from door to door, putting out fires. I said to myself in my head, “Good grief, this Loree McBride, she’s going too far. They need to put her in jail.”
Three hours, it was a blitzkrieg of fires. One by the front door, one by the kitchen door. They were all by the doors. And we put them all out. Finally, the police showed up and there were these black heaps where the fires had been. . .
I was exhausted when the police officer showed up. That was stressful. We lived in a mobile home. You know how quick a mobile home can burn down? The fires were close to our home. My son was good.
So the police showed up. I got asked the same question, “You must have made someone awful mad, that they’d set all these fires around your house. Do you know who they are?”
I said, “I have no idea.” No way was I going to give away that Brent and Franco were on my phone. I knew Brent and Franco didn’t do it. I figured it was Loree McBride and I wasn’t going to help her one bit. I could tell she was trying to kick Brent and Franco off my phone, and Dr. Castellone, because he was on, too. So I said, “I don’t know. . .”
He said, ”Those fires were only about waist high. We’ve had a lot worse cases than that in our police department. This really isn’t that big of a deal.”
I looked at that man square in the face. “Who’s paying you to do this?”
He got real huffed up. “Nobody.”
I said, “You’re telling me that waist high fires, we just had a blitzkrieg of fires. And you’re telling me that this is not a big deal? Our house could have burned down.”
He said, “We get fire reports like this all the time.”
I said, “Who’s paying you to do this?”
He said, “Nobody, ma’am.”
I said, “I want to study to become an attorney and I can tell by the way you’re behaving there’s something fishy about you. And if I was a lawyer, I’d probably drag you into court. Who’s paying you, officer, to try to frame me with these questions? You shouldn’t treat these fires so flippantly. This could be very serious, officer.”
Irritated, he said, "Nobody’s paying me to do this.” He then left.
The next day, David came home. He told Gail he had talked to the neighbors about the fire incident, and they told him that they had witnessed Erich setting the fires. Gail was furious, and became adamant with David that it was Loree McBride who set the fires. David was so angry with Erich that he threatened to whip him with a belt. Gail insisted she would divorce David if he punished Erich for something he didn’t do. This caused him to back off of the issue somewhat, and so the integrity of Erich’s butt was spared. Nevertheless, David sent Dr. Castellone (Gail’s psychiatrist at the time) an e-mail explaining his concerns about his wife’s mental health. Dr. Castellone called Gail on the phone and asked her to come in. As requested, Gail went to see the psychiatrist. The two had a very frank discussion about the event, and Dr. Castellone informed her that he would like to put her on stronger medications. This was the last straw for Gail, who decided to quit psychiatric medication once and for all. At the same time, she knew she couldn’t quit cold turkey or she would experience withdrawal symptoms, so in the meantime while she still had to use the medications she was on, she went to go look for a different psychiatrist. She no longer trusted Dr. Castellone.
Loree McBride would continue to harass Gail in a variety of exotic ways, and Gail would soon know the truth behind her malice.
The Reveal
At some point Gail became convinced that, for reasons unknown, Loree McBride tried to rape Franco Nero. The revelation about the true nature of Loree McBride came to Gail seemingly spontaneously one night, shortly following a visit with a radiologist that had recommended a biopsy on her breast.
Around December 10, 1999, I went to bed and woke up around 2 a.m. It was as if a thought came into my head, and I thought about that radiologist and how spooky he looked. I thought, “Boy, this Loree McBride is good. . .” It was like there was a thought going through my head. . .it said, “You’re enemy is the Vatican. Loree McBride is a Vatican agent.” And I thought, “Oh, my GOD. No wonder she’s so good.”
I got Jack Chick’s book out, Smokescreens, and I read it. I realized that the way they handled me, the way they manipulated me, the way they were able to get doctors and police departments and get police cars to wait for me to try to give me tickets. I thought, “This is not the work of a crazy woman. . .This is a major conspiracy! It’s the Roman Catholic Church.” Then I remembered reading on the Internet, when I did my searches on Loree McBride back in 1996 and 1997, somebody mentioned that she was a Roman Catholic.
I thought, “Oh, my God.”
Gail went back to Brent and called him up on the phone, begging for forgiveness after realizing that he had been extorted by Loree McBride the whole time. Loree McBride had threatened to kill Gail if Brent did not allow her to parade around as his public girlfriend, and so Brent did so in order to protect her. Gail promptly dumped Franco Nero and officially took Brent back.
All Three Holes
The question remained about what happened to Brent during the Three Weeks of Silence he gave Gail in 1992. This was before she had even become concerned about Loree McBride. The reasons for this devastating period of neglect had been a mystery for years.
During this time, Gail liked to watch everything she could about Brent Spiner on television and believed that she could analyze his shows and interviews to figure out what he was thinking about her. One thing that stood out to Gail at this time was a particular episode of Star Trek, where she noted that he looked to be going through an "emotional holocaust".
About November 1992. . .I watched Star Trek: The Next Generation episodes religiously. I always wanted to see the new ones that came out because I could sort of gauge how Brent was doing. I was concerned about Brent when there was a certain episode that came on called “A Fistful of Datas”. I could usually tell by looking at an episode how Brent was doing when he made the episode. I noticed that in “A Fistful of Datas”, I saw an expression on his face where he looked like he was going through hell, like he was going through emotional torment. “A Fistful of Datas” aired in November 1992.
When I read Data Entries, I found out that usually, ‘cause Melody kept up with what was going on at Star Trek, she would contact some of the producers or. . .she had her connections, so she knew a lot of the inside goings-on at Star Trek. She mentioned in one of her commentaries about how it usually took about two months for a television show to air after it was in production. So I presumed because “A Fistful of Datas” aired in November that it was made during the time when Brent gave me three weeks of silence. I recall very distinctly that I saw a tremendous amount of emotional pain. . . on his face, in that episode. And I thought, “Oh my God, whatever the reason was. . .” I realized that something terrible had happened to Brent when he gave me that three weeks of silence. I was always curious what it was.
Following the discovery that Loree McBride was a Vatican agent, Vladimir Putin informed Gail that Brent had been raped by her during the Three Weeks of Silence, and the trauma is what kept him from calling Gail. This would explain why he had looked so raped in the Star Trek episode. Initially, Gail believed that Loree had spiked an alcoholic drink that Brent had one night with drugs that would make Brent believe that he was making love to Gail. Loree then entered Brent’s room and “stole his semen”, impregnating herself with his child. This explained the emotional torment on Brent’s face while filming the episodes of Star Trek that had previously concerned Gail (as well as his child).
This Star Trek episode, and its significance, later became a discussion point in The Trial when it was brought up as evidence in court.
During The Trial in 2011 when Gail took Loree McBride to court, Loree McBride told Gail that not only did she have sex with Brent once, she had actually spent all week having sex with him. Not only did Brent penetrate all of her orifices, she pegged him with a strap on and fisted him. It's not that Brent was traumatized, it's that they were too busy doing it in every imaginable way for him to have any time to contact her. Needless to say, this horrified Gail. Not having any clear idea as to what did happen in the first place, she had no choice to believe Loree about what she was saying.
As if matters couldn't get any worse, following this revelation was an extensive expose of a number of photographs depicting Brent and Loree having sex with each other, with animals, McCauly Caulkin, and participating in various exotic fetishes, mostly bukkake. Gail was mortified.
By the end of the trial, Gail came to the much more palatable conclusion that Brent had been temporarily switched out with his clone while all of this was going on, and so it was the clone that had been having sex with Loree McBride. Gail would go on to remind Brent of this profusely in the nude videos she later sent to help him recover from his sexual trauma.
The End of Loree
Loree McBride was found guilty of all charges in court, and a large number of Loree McBride clones were publicly and viciously executed as a result. The intent was to kill all of the Loree McBride clones once and for all, but in a last ditch effort to escape punishment for their crimes, the remaining Lorees awaiting execution broke free from their cages and escaped into a UFO, stealing Brent Spiner along with them. Because Brent had become a born again Christian by this time, the aliens decided to leave him alone, and instead turned on the Loree clones that had beamed up to them, who they proceeded to rape and kill.
Since the trial, Gail has mentioned, but has never blamed any new Jesuit activity on, Loree McBride ever again. Scholars believe that allowing Gail to take Loree McBride to court, win her case against her, and execute her repeatedly in all the violent ways she had always wanted, gave her the closure that allowed her to move on from Loree completely.
Unfortunately for Gail, Loree McBride was only the beginning, and her universe would not be free from terror for long. The fall of old villains would soon be reconstituted with far more sinister characters stepping into the light.