In Maryland, she would only need to present herself to a court commissioner in Montgomery County and present sufficient cause for the filing of charges. She would not need the state's attorney to file the charges if she convinced the commissioner she had appropriate evidence.
— Bill Mathews (@GuymonRadioGuy) September 21, 2018
Commissioner: Good afternoon, ma’am. How can I help you?
Dr. Ford: I need to report an attempted sexual assault.
Commissioner: I see. Are you all right? Do you need medical attention? would you like to sit down?
Dr. Ford: No, thank you, I’m fine. It’s not really recent.
Commissioner: All right. When did this occur?
Dr. Ford: Thirty-six years ago.
Commissioner: Thirty-six hours seems recent enough to me, ma’am. Are you sure you wouldn’t like to see a doctor?
Dr. Ford: No, I don’t think you heard me. It was thirty-six YEARS ago. It happened in 1982.
Commissioner: Did you say “Nineteen eighty-two?”
Dr. Ford: Yes.
Commissioner: And the date?
Dr. Ford: I don’t really remember. It was the spring.
Commissioner (writing): Spring…1982. And where did the alleged crime take place?
Dr. Ford: At a party.
Commissioner: Uh-huh. A party. Where did this “party” take place?
Dr. Ford: I don’t really remember. It was near the country club.
Commissioner: Can you be a little more specific, ma’am? There are only eighteen country clubs in Montgomery County today. God knows how many there were in 1982.
Dr. Ford: Uhhh…
Commissioner: Who was the perpetrator?
Dr. Ford: Brett Kavanaugh. The Supreme Court nominee.
Commissioner: Right. Is that spelled with a ‘C’ or a ‘K?’
Dr. Ford: A ‘B.’ B-R-E-T-T.
Commissioner: I know someone else with that name. How sure are you it was him.
Dr. Ford: One hundred percent.
Commissioner: And who else was there?
Dr. Ford: Who else was where?
Commissioner: At the party where you were assaulted?
Dr. Ford: Oh, right! I don’t remember.
Commissioner: Of course. But you remember this Brett Kavanaugh.
Dr. Ford: Oh, yes. It was awful.
Commissioner: The assault?
Dr. Ford: No, the beer! It wasn’t even cold. How gauche!
Commissioner: How old were you when this took place?
Dr. Ford: Fifteen.
Commissioner: Fifteen! Wait, fifteen years old…nineteen eighty-two…no, no, he would have been in prison…
Dr. Ford: What?
Commissioner: Never mind. How many people were there?
Dr. Ford: Where?
Commissioner: At the party. The one with warm beer and fifteen year olds?
Dr. Ford: Gee, you make all seem so…tawdry.
Commissioner: Oh, dear, what was I thinking? Sorry about that. You were saying?
Dr. Ford: I’m getting death threats, you know. People send me pictures of corpses having sex with horses. Isn’t that what they say, “horses for corpses?”
Commissioner: Do you know anyone named Bill?