It's Not My Fault and I Don't Care Anyway Page #4
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- 2017
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not suppose to say.
That's not very sociable.
Well, they call me Giantman.
You're the one that carried me.
Yeah. Sorry.
So, I'm kidnapped, right?
Like this isn't a game
or a prank or anything.
I'm actually
seriously kidnapped?
Yeah, I think so.
So what kind of ransom
are you hoping for?
I don't know. Lots maybe.
Your dad's the king
of self help, right?
He cheats money out
of stupid people.
You don't like your dad?
It's complicated.
You're lucky to have a dad.
Yeah, you're right. Sorry.
I'm sorry. Sorry.
So what happens now?
I need your dad's phone number.
Who's Johnny?
How do you know... Sh*t!
I said his name.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
I won't say anything.
Really?
Sure.
Cause, I'm, I'm kinda
new to all this and
I really don't
want to get fired.
I, I won't say
anything, I promise.
Thank you.
Sure.
But I need you to
do something for me.
Okay?
That's fair, right?
Uhhh, I guess.
Okay well, being a
kidnapped person is a pretty
dicey situation, right?
People get killed right?
It happens all the time.
You'll be fine.
No. It happens all the time.
I just, I want you
to look out for me.
A little bit.
Okay?
If you get me through this
I have money in of my own to
make it worth your while.
You do this for me, I'll pay
you like tons, I promise.
So, would you look
out for me little bit,
Giantman?
Yeah. Yeah, I would have anyway.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Yeah, for sure.
Love.
Compassion.
Duty.
These supposed virtues are
the very rocks that we put in
our pockets to drown
ourselves with!
Those who don't care,
are the ones who go furthest,
they do the most,
because they are free!
And I know that this is true.
Not only because I feel it
to be true in my very bones,
but because I was tested.
My time in the desert
started with a phone call.
Hello.
It's 09:
00 A.M. Do youExcuse me?
No ya don't,
cause she her with me.
Who is this?
I'm the guy that done boost her.
I'm not giving
her back for gratis.
- I'm sorry, I honestly
can barely understand you.
Daddy?
- Diana! What's going on?
Where are you?
I'm kidnapped. Daddy, they
got me here they want money.
Kidnapped!
Come on, now come on!
Come on sweetheart.
What's happening?
- Daddy look, I know
I've lied to you before,
but this is no lie, Daddy!
They have me.
They're serious and
they want money!
How much money?
Ten million dollars, Daddy.
Ten million dollars! Wow!
It's a lot of money.
But it was also
an amount that I had.
The ostentatious fact was that
I kept 12 million dollars in a
pair of duffel bags in the safe.
I could have gone downstairs
right then and gotten it.
Daddy I know we don't
get along right now.
I know I haven't
been the best daughter,
but I'm still your
daughter, aren't I?
Your little girl.
I'm still your
little girl, aren't I?
aren't I?
She said this.
And oh did my prehistoric
brain kick up a fuss.
Now, what to do.
I took a breath and
divorced myself from my
prehistoric mind.
I sat in my head-castle's
favorite chair
and I applied my credo.
Was this my fault?
No, surely no.
This was the fault of
the man on the phone.
Also the fault of my daughter
who I knew to be doing
drugs and having
relations with um...
Anyway back to me.
Due to my training and
clear thinking I saw in this
an opportunity. You see, there
are lots of people like me.
People who claim to have wisdom,
to claim to follow that wisdom
themselves. But how many of
them get the chance to prove it?
To prove that even
in extreme cases,
they can stick to their guns.
I was being given
that chance, folks.
To prove that I was real.
And nothing beats real.
Let me talk to the
gentleman you're with.
Yeah, mudderfocka.
Ya understand now, okay?
I want dee money in a
black suitcase with wheels.
In the trunk of a
Lincoln Navigator...
- Hey fella. Let me
stop you right there, okay?
My daughter does copious
amounts of cocaine and she
spends time with the
very worst sort of people.
I imagine that's
where she met you.
What?
I will call the police,
because that is what a
concerned citizen does
when there's been a crime,
however I will not pay.
Is that clear? I will not pay.
No police or the girl dies.
Oh yes, yes, of course,
because that's kidnappers say.
Let me repeat.
There will be no money.
Is that clear?
No money.
I don't think you understand
what is happening here.
Daddy please! They're
going to f***ing kill me.
She's absolutely correct!
Be that as it may, my daughter
and I are not close, so any
threats against her safety
will not have the usual effect.
And I called the police.
So...
I got the call early
on Tuesday the 27th,
it was just after nine.
It was the father of the
victim, one Patrick Spencer.
Ahh, had you heard
of him at that time?
Sure I heard of him. We all of
us at the station heard of him.
He's the Tony Robbins of
Canada, right? World famous
for selling all those
books on how to be an a**hole.
So you had heard of him,
but you didn't like him.
No I didn't.
But at the same time,
I felt for the guy.
I mean, I got two girls in
college, and the thought of
them being abducted, well,
I felt for him right away.
So, I grab Smitty and we headed
over to the Spencer house.
His f***ing mansion,
I should say.
F***, I should swear less.
My daughters say.
But, f*** it.
It was a f***ing mansion.
I mean, I knew you could
get rich doing this sh*t he did,
but I had no idea.
We're in the wrong
f***ing business.
No sh*t.
Yes, yes, hello.
Please come in.
Hey, I got food.
Are the clothes okay?
Yeah, No I was uncomfortable
before, but now that I have
on a high end sweat suit this
whole situation is just fine!
Well, it's all I can do.
He's not gonna pay!
He's not.
Because of his philosophy.
This just isn't his fault,
and so he just, he doesn't care.
Come on...
No, he doesn't care, on purpose.
But I... I always thought that
he'd look out for me in the end,
you know, when the chips were
down, he'd take an interest.
I mean he has the money.
He has eleven and a half
million dollars in the safe!
But now that the chips are down,
like they are down right now,
I am in mortal f***ing danger
and he just doesn't...
He doesn't care!
He never cares.
Well maybe...
Maybe he's got a secret plan.
There's this Mel Gibson
movie called Ransom
where they did
something kind of similar.
Here.
Maybe he's using his big
rich person brain to find a
new way to save you. Just...
Just...
Hey.
I don't know how into...
sex...
you might be...
But... I think you're
really cute, so...
if it would maybe like help...
What? Oh no! No no.
Ehm...
That would not be right at all.
Sorry! Thank you, though.
Uhh...
Let's just be friends.
Okay...
'Bye buddy!
I hadn't been turned down in -
I thought I knew men, you know...
This guy,
Mr. Spencer, he was calm.
He was cool as a
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