It's Not My Fault and I Don't Care Anyway Page #7

No listen! You tell him

I have the money here!

The money is here. And the car,

the Lincoln Navigator,

I've got it,

I've got everything he wants.

They say it's not about

the money anymore, daddy.

It's the principle.

It's the principle of the thing!

No! It is the money, it's the

money, and the money is here.

You tell him that.

They just want

you to listen Daddy.

No! My God no!

Diana, Diana!

Who's there?

Talk to me, somebody.

Diana!

- And...

My daughter was dead.

I thought long and hard about

what to do about Johnny.

Hi.

I was left alone.

I was left with my...

my culpability.

So I dressed as

if for a funeral.

And for the first

time in a decade,

I had a drink.

I waited for him to leave,

and I let myself in.

I went for the safe.

The combination was my birthday.

I had been helping myself to a

bundle here and a bundle there

for years, so I took the rest.

And at the time,

I didn't feel bad at all.

I was just thinking,

f*** you, Dad.

F*** you.

So you all

assumed Diana was dead.

Yeah. Officially

the case goes to Homicide.

But you kept investigating.

Well, I felt for the guy.

He cared about his

daughter in the end.

But also, it was fishy.

That was not her finger.

So who's f***ing finger was it?

He sold us coke.

Super cute black guy.

She mentioned him a

coupla times. Which is rare.

She musta really liked him.

He got a name?

Well, everybody

has a name, right?

Do you know his name?

Sh*t. It was like,

one of the princes.

William, maybe.

Or Harry.

It was a prince name.

For sure.

Thanks for your time.

So she's dead now?

Seems so.

Sh*t!

You seem real broke up about it.

I just always thought I'd get

my shot with her, you know.

I mean, she was

f***ing everybody.

Now, kinda sucks is all.

Anything you can

tell us would help.

She was sort of dating

this Charles guy she

used to buy coke from.

Sort of.

What's 'sort of'?

Well, she was f***ing him.

But you know -

Let me guess.

She was f***ing everybody.

You don't have to

say it like that.

Lil Charles,

AKA Charles Washington,

dealer for Johnny Abedayo,

known as Johnny Three-fingers.

Johnny Three-fingers.

The streets are so colorful.

Where is Johnny?

You a big

disappointment, Giantman.

You let me down.

Where da f*** you

get a conscience from?

You're too poor

to have a conscience!

All of this, all of

this life is just a war

between the rich, and the poor.

I mean, if you don't know that

by now, then you just standing

in line, waiting to get f***ed.

You know?

I guess that's one

way you can look at it.

Where da girl?

No, please, please, please.

F*** you, Johnny!

I guess you're not

so stupid after all.

I left,

that was the deal.

He gets Johnny,

and I go free for

pretending to be a demon.

Giantman!

Brian!

Brian!

Brian!

Brian!!!

What a f***ing mess.

What about known associates?

Now, that's a funny thing.

His number two guy,

Leo "The Moose" Tootoosis,

killed maybe three days ago.

Killed here.

Right here.

What's with his hand?

Cut up to sh*t.

Might be a sicko, though.

Yeah?

Yeah. The finger's missing.

By the way, the morgue boys

say that the corpse weighs in

about 200 pounds, and he

ain't a Tootoosis by marriage.

Do I know my f***ing

severed pinkies or what?

What about other

known associates?

Well, I don't know, but word

in Chinatown was that Johnny

was breaking in some

impossibly big black guy.

Impossibly big?

Yeah. Black guys

call him giantman.

Chinese guys call

him 'The Demon'.

Huh.

Like I said.

Colorful.

Okay.

We leave that there a second.

And, we take another

look at the girl,

this supposedly dead daughter.

Turns out there was a little

something we were missing.

She has a secret apartment.

It's leased in her

friend's name, but she

gets a magazine sent there.

Erotica Weekly.

Erotica Weekly.

Kids today.

- So we stake it out.

Now that is an

impossibly big black guy.

Giant, even.

He weren't no real crook.

He told us everything.

So I think that's everything.

That's exactly what happened.

I didn't even

try and gloss it over

to make me look

better or anything.

How do we know

Diana's still alive?

Well, you can call her.

But you'll have to use my

phone or she won't answer.

Smitty.

Brian? Where are you?

Are you okay?

Okay.

You said you

had new information.

Yeah. I do.

What do you think?

I dunno.

I believe him.

Yeah. Me too.

So. The girl's alive.

Yep.

The kidnappers are dead.

Yeah.

All we got is this poor jerk.

I kinda like him.

Me too.

He'll die inside,

he goes down for this.

No doubt.

Yeah, well. Too bad

there's nothing we can do.

There's things we can do.

Come on.

We got no cover on this.

He's a nobody and the vic...

The vic has got a daughter

alive today because of that man

in there. He was in a bad

situation and he saved the day.

We're gonna lock him up

for that? For life?

Oof.

My lunch is not

agreeing with me.

You don't look so good.

Must be food poisoning.

I left an hour ago.

Get well, buddy.

We're gonna want you to write

down everything you've told us.

Take your time, be thorough.

Okay.

Is this your

first time in Amsterdam?

Yes, it is.

And how long

will you be staying?

Forever.

Well then.

Happily ever after.

You're tall.

You too, sir.

Here you go.

Enjoy your, well,

enjoy your forever.

I will. Thanks.

And then

you found him dead?

Heart attack, poor guy.

I saved this.

Isn't that illegal?

Big guy's a hero,

as far as I'm concerned.

I want people to know that.

And then, there's me.

I'm a happy ending.

What does that have to do with

you trying to spring the giant?

The big guy, he inspired me.

He showed me.

You make your mark, and

then you take your reward.

You sound like

Patrick Spencer now.

Yeah well, whatever else

Mr. Spencer was, you know,

he talked his talk and

he walked his walk.

I mean, you gotta respect

that a little, right?

I'm not saying that

I'm like Mr. Spencer,

but I seen a lot

of sh*t on the force.

But I understand now.

A lot of that stuff,

it just wasn't my fault.

And if I were to be a

thousand percent honest with

you, I don't care anyway.

Thanks.

Hey, got any rum

in South America?

The rum's the best part.

What about the men?

The men are the other best part.

So I got my revenge, I guess,

but I knew I might

never see my Dad again,

and I miss him.

Is that weird?

And there I was. I had gone back

on everything I ever believed.

I grieved for her.

I drank for her.

And for what?

My daughter was alive.

It wasn't even her

f***ing finger!

I cared.

Oh I cared. I cared.

And it cost me dearly.

And when I had nothing,

who was there for me-I was.

My lost money?

She can keep it, because

that's the last she'll get.

I consider that to be a small

price to pay for my certainty.

Because now, more than ever,

it is not my fault,

and I don't care anyway!

It is not my

fault, and I don't care anyway!

I gave Brian his reward.

For all the good it did him.

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