01 Feb Dads Tapes: Never Say Yes
I have written and re-written this so many times, I don’t know what to do. But I’ve decided to post this because I know a lot of you have been reading this, and maybe you can help me.
Obviously it’s Timmy again. Before I go into everything I hope everyone had a nice Christmas. Mine was pretty lonely, since dad is gone.
But during the holidays I ran into an odd event. Since I have vacation from work I spent a lot of time typing up transcripts. My fingers are all but falling off. I haven’t really been doing them in any particular order, just as I grab them from the box. Well the most recent one I grabbed was a little different than the rest. It had a case number on the tape but no name. I was planning to type it up but I needed a name to put to the other person in the interview.
So I figured I could just call my dad’s precinct and get the name. In case you were wondering, I was very wrong.
So I’m going to first include the transcript of the tape, and then tell you what happened when I tried to get the name. Hopefully someone out there will help me. I am going to call the other person Mr. Friendly since I seem to remember that name from somewhere. As a reminder, my dad’s name is Danny.
(A little bit about this tape – it clearly starts in the middle of a conversation. To be honest, a lot of these tapes seem to start or end at odd times, but this one is the clearest.)
Danny: I wish it were that easy.
Mr. Friendly: It can be, if you agree to it. (I know I’m calling him “Mr.” but to be honest I can’t tell what gender he is. His voice sort of fluctuates from deep to high.)
Danny: I’m not in the mood to play games. You know why I’m here.
Mr. Friendly: And you know why I’m here.
Danny: You’re here because you killed three men. (Pause) Do you agree?
Mr. Friendly: I don’t agree to anything.
Danny: Okay, okay. No agreeing. But can you just tell me – what did you have against those men?
Mr. Friendly: They were smug. They thought they were better than me. I don’t like that.
Danny: But you’ve been through this before. And you’ve never killed until now. What was different?
Mr. Friendly: Friend, you’re too smart to do what you do. You could join us. I would be gentle.
Danny: I know better than to say yes to you.
Mr. Friendly: Oh Friend. You might not be one of us, but you do know our ways so well.
Danny: I’ve been doing this a long time.
Mr. Friendly: Too long.
Mr. Friendly: Tell you what, if you ask the right questions I’ll answer them. Agreed?
Danny: I don’t agree to anything.
Mr. Friendly: (Laughing) Good Friend. Smart Friend.
Danny: The first man – Henry. He was a banker.
Mr. Friendly: His money tasted delicious.
Danny: You mean his hands? You ate them.
Mr. Friendly: The hands say a lot about a person. Some people have hands that taste like earth, others have hands that taste like water. The banker tasted like money. So greedy, Friend.
Danny: What about the next one?
Mr. Friendly: I left his hands and ate his eyes. He was a photographer. I thought his eyes would taste of far away places. But they were plastic. I spit them out.
Danny: We couldn’t find them at the scene.
Mr. Friendly: We don’t leave traces.
Danny: And the third? We couldn’t find anything missing from him.
Mr. Friendly: You didn’t look deep enough.
Danny: But there were no marks on the body.
Mr. Friendly: We don’t leave marks. (Pause) Do you like my new voice? The vocal chords were so thick. I chewed on them for hours. They tasted like smoke.
Danny: You couldn’t have chewed them for hours. We were there within minutes.
Mr. Friendly: Your time does not affect me.
Danny: Well you’ll need to get used to it. We have you now. We’re not letting you go.
Mr. Friendly: Stupid Friend.
Danny: We have more of you. We have your victims, too. The ones you let live.
Mr. Friendly: We don’t let anyone live. They might be breathing, but they might as well be dead.
Danny: We have different definitions of dead.
Mr. Friendly: That’s because I cause it and you don’t. But that will change.
Danny: How will it change?
Mr. Friendly: (Laughing) Silly Friend. I like you.
Mr. Friendly: Because you’re not afraid of me.
Danny: I deal with people like you every day. You don’t scare me.
Mr. Friendly: I scare your son though, Friend.
Danny: I don’t have a son.
Mr. Friendly: You will. He is listening right now. He misses you, Friend.
Danny: I told you I’m not playing games.
Mr. Friendly: He does. He doesn’t know our rules. You-
Danny: I will never say yes. I’m done with this.
Mr. Friendly: You can’t be. Not as long as I stay in this body. Right, Friend?
Danny: (Pause) I won’t say yes.
Mr. Friendly: But you feel it. You think it. Your humanity betrays you. (Laughing) Stupid Friend. Fearful Friend.
So there’s the tape. You can probably see why I wanted to know the name of the other person speaking.
Usually after I type up a case I do research on it. But I couldn’t find anything about someone who killed three men and ate some of their body parts. Particularly the hands, eyes, and vocal chords.
After not finding anything I called my dad’s old precinct. I asked about the case number listed on the tape. The officer who answered the phone said they didn’t have a case with that number, and even if they did they couldn’t tell civilians details of cases. I told him not to worry, because I was Danny’s kid and I was just continuing his work (I obviously gave my dad’s last name too). The officer said he had never heard of my dad.
I asked to speak to the sergeant, because clearly the officer didn’t know what he was talking about. The sergeant told me three things, all of which were incredibly disturbing.
1 – He confirmed that the case number I had could not be correct, because criminal case numbers are not written in Latin.
2 – He said that these tapes could not be police interrogations, because all interrogations are video recorded. There was no way that there would only be an audio recording of a police interview.
3 – He claimed that a man by my father’s name has never worked in his precinct. Ever.
Obviously this is all disturbing news. Could this be true? Maybe I got the precinct wrong…