Here's a script I'm working on - entitled, Rob Ford: A Few Good Crack

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Kaffee: Mayor Ford, did you smoke crack?

Judge Randolph: You *don't* have to answer that question!

Ford: I'll answer the question!

[to Kaffee]

Ford: You want answers?

Kaffee: I think I'm entitled to.

Ford: *You want answers?*

Kaffee: *I want the truth!*

Ford: *You can't handle the truth!*

[pauses]

Ford: Son, we live in a world that has crack, and that crack is often guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna smoke it? You? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for the city of Toronto, and you curse the Mayor. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Toronto's humiliation, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that crack, you need me on that crack. We use words like honor, code, loyalty, integrity, sobriety. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very crack that I smoke, and then questions the manner in which I smoke it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a crack pipe, and take a hit. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to.

Kaffee: Did you smoke crack

Ford: I did the job I...

Kaffee: *Did you smoke crack?*

Ford: *You're Goddamn right I did!*