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And I go, "No." So I don't.
And so now I think he is a suicide bomber.
I think I'm gonna get on the plane and die,
but I'm not gonna do anything about it.
I'm nearly in tears.
And all this happens in a few moments.
I look over and he's joined by his wife who's got all the gear
and his two little girls.
And I suddenly go, "Oh, of course he's not a *** suicide bomber.
If you're off to see 72 virgins,
you don't take the wife and kids along."
Right? So... No.
I got on the plane, and of course he wasn't a terrorist.
I was a bit embarrassed and I saw the funny side of it.
I was relieved and everything.
He was a businessman and a family man.
He was playing with his two little girls
who kept running up and down and banging into my chair.
He wasn't doing anything about that at all.
Nothing about that at all.
He was chasing 'em and they were squealing really high, going through...
After half an hour, I was hoping
someone would blow the *** plane up, to be honest.
But a really weird thing happened during that period.
I got so paranoid about terrorist attack
that I started taking private jets
and helicopters everywhere, just because I was so rich.
No no.
No.
No, again, my philosophy was
I'm the only person on this plane
and I definitely haven't got a bomb,
so we're all right, you know.
I was taking a helicopter one day
and I was waiting on the helipad.
Rewind two days before that.
I'm at home, having my cereal, my cheerios,
and there's a carton of milk there
with the missing person things on the back.
And I've seen a thousand of them.
This one was different because it was a missing child, which is always sadder.
Well no, it's sad when anyone goes missing.
But presumably, because of her age,
this was an abduction and, you know.
It was also the language. It was a plea from the mother.
It was the wording. She just said
the name of the little girl, which I won't say.
I remember it, and the day and place where she was last seen.
And she just said, "Five years old,
blonde hair, blue eyes, always happy.
Please help me."
And it must have stayed with me.
Two days later, I'm there.
It's like a wharf development, waiting for this helicopter.
And I'm looking down
onto some disused warehouse space.
I look in one, right?
Someone had put up a brown blanket
with this duct tape.
It was like a curtain.
And it had fallen away and I can see in.
This is a true story.
It's an empty room apart from a mattress.
And on the mattress is a little girl with her hands tied.
And my *** heart...
Five years old, five years old.
Blonde hair, blonde hair. Blue eyes, blue eyes.
Always happy, crying her eyes out.
What?
It... it couldn't have been her.
I left it.
Thanks very much. You've been amazing.
Goodnight, Chicago. Cheers!
Thank you. Cheers.
Oh, thank... Thank you so much.
Thank you so much.
Thank you. Cheers.
Thank you.
Cheers, everyone.
Goodnight, everyone. Thank you.
The End
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