It's Not My Fault and I Don't Care Anyway Page #6

Moose was with us.

Dis for you.

A tool for the trade.

What this for?

It's for cutting off the

little fingers of rich girls,

to get money.

Ah. I understand.

You forgot.

You forgot you who

you are, my giant.

You are in my family now,

and we are a different breed.

You gonna cut her

and get the money.

That's who you are.

Maybe one day a long time ago

you were someone else,

but dat's all over now.

There's no more Brian.

There's only Giantman.

There's only my demon.

Please Brian!

Shut her da f*** up!

You came to me with nuthin.

I care for you Giantman.

I'm more than your boss.

More than your commander.

I'm your father,

and as your father,

I'm telling you boy, you

gonna cut off her little finger!

Everything mighta gone a

little different if Johnny

hadn't said that last part.

Johnny was a lot of things,

but he was not my father.

My father was good,

my father was kind

and my father was smart.

So I said-

Back the f*** off!

Blood's gonna spurt

from this b*tch and I don't

wanna get it on my coat.

Nooo!!!

- And Johnny relaxed.

And Moose heard what

I said about spurting so-

he had on his rare

Simpson practice jersey,

so he backed up a bit too.

No please, I beg you

please! Stop Stop! No please!

But then, at the last second...

I cut off Moose's

finger instead.

A coupla fingers actually.

Then I used the only

fight move I had.

Diana sorta freaked out.

And pretty soon, Moose was dead.

Yeah. Moose was dead.

Like-for sure dead.

It's just me.

Come on.

Where's Johnny, Brian.

Where's Johnny?

It's okay, I knocked him out.

He's over...

- But Johnny was gone.

- Sh*t!

- Diana was losing it a little.

So I figured I'd take

charge of stuff for a bit.

So I said;

- We gotta go.

- Yeah.

Johnny's Rover was gone.

We took the phone

and gun off of Moose.

But his car was

tiny, like a clown's.

But then I remembered

my Lincoln!

Where are we going, Brian?

To the police.

I thought this was a pretty

nice, unselfish thing for

me to do, being the

criminal in the car.

But Diana said;

No.

What?

No police, no!

Well, we gotta go somewhere.

I have an apartment.

We can go there. It's on Queen.

Johnny will be

watching your place.

No, it's like a

secret apartment.

It's in my roommate's name

but she's in Thailand.

But what if Charles...

Charles doesn't

know about it, okay?

Nobody does.

We'll be safe there.

What's that for?

Then she tried to

hide it, but I saw.

It was one of Moose's fingers.

And then the courier guy

shows up, and I'm thinking

"Here we go".

Hey, I got a package.

Smitty!

Just a second.

What's up?

Look, this has gotta

be the finger, right?

Could be an ear.

Ears are getting more

popular these days.

But it's probably something.

Yeah. So, what, you wanna shield

Dad from the terrible carnage?

Take it downtown?

What, Fonzie over there

with the icicles up his ass?

F*** him.

Yeah, he is a piece of work.

It's weird, right?

Maybe he's just in shock.

Maybe he's dirty.

Sh*t.

Let's shake his cage a little.

See what bubbles up.

Well, you are the

senior detective.

Watch your mouth, Junior.

Uh...

I'm gonna need a

signature on this.

Here.

Yeah sure.

Oh!!

We're gonna need you to

identify this finger.

And both me and Smitty can

see right then and there that

something is off.

As kidnapper police,

we see more than our fair

share of severed fingers.

But unless this guy's daughter

is 200 pounds, Aboriginal and

male, there is no f***ing

way that this is her finger.

But we don't say sh*t.

We wanna see what

this does to the guy.

That day, I learned something

about myself. I have a limit.

I was in a haze.

I admit this now.

I was so far in, you see.

I had said those terrible

things to the kidnappers

and they cut off a

part of my daughter.

And as I started my usual mantra

"I am all that matters,

I am all that matters"

scenes of horror

were creeping in.

Her finger, her tiny finger.

What sort of tool did

they use to take it off?

How clean was it?

Is there an infection

building, right now? God!

Was she already dead?

It's ironic, isn't it?

The combination was her

birthday.

And it finally works.

He comes back upstairs

with these duffel bags,

and he dumps the

money at our feet.

- What they asked for.

It's more than what they

asked for, but is it enough?

I don't know, is anything ever

enough with people like that?

The guy looked just wrecked.

Here it is, this is my house.

Make yourself at home.

Cool.

Why do you have that?

I just-I need it.

As a criminal I know

that it's not smart to keep

physical evidence like that.

It's like, a test.

Are you okay?

I'm just missing my medicine.

Sh*t. Right.

I get sick without it.

Uhhh...

I think I have some valium.

Yeah. Okay.

It was the first

time I had gone without for

weeks and weeks. I wanted

some for sure, but where could

I go to score that Johnny

wouldn't hear about it?

I know it sounds sounds crazy,

but this is how I got clean.

I stayed at Diana's place

and she took care of me

the whole time.

I screamed, I moaned

and I threw up a lot

and sweated even more.

But she was always there with a

cool cloth and a fresh bucket.

Brian no!

No! Stay Brian!

No I can't. I...

Yes you can.

I need my medicine.

No, you're doing so well.

You don't need it, you don't.

Sources close

to the investigation say that a

ransom has been demanded,

but Spencer so far has refused

to pay, stating that he is

simply adhering to his own

philosophy of

perfect selfishness.

This controversial ethos is

the foundation of Spencer's

motivational speaking career.

After three days my

head felt clear for

the first time in years.

I started to really think,

you know?

And what I thought was,

we were f***ed.

How f***ed?

Pretty f***ed.

Johnny gets very emotional

about disappointment.

We'll think of something.

So there I was. A wreck of a

man. I was praying that there

would be another phone call,

just give me another chance.

And then the phone rang.

What de f***?

It's me, Johnny.

Ooooh! Dis is a

spooky ting for me,

talking on da phone

to a dead man.

I'm scared, Johnny, nothing

about this is right at all.

Wrong is wrong.

You killed Moose for

that tiny piece of ass.

Your priorities

is a summersault.

Look, if you meet me at

the warehouse tonight,

I can bring Diana back to you,

and everything can go

back the way it was.

I just...

I just really need

my medicine, Johnny.

Alright, Giantman.

10:
00 pm.

Don't be f***ing late.

So public opinion is pretty

split on what I did, right?

Like some people think

that my Dad had it coming,

and others think that

I'm a terrible b*tch

for putting him through it.

It's controversial,

which is I guess why I got

so much for my life story.

- Hello?

- Daddy?

Diana! Thank God!

Listen, you tell the man

that I'm doing everything

that he says! Alright?

I've got the money!

They say it's too late, Daddy!

They say they're

going to kill me!

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