What if the Maserati stays in the garage for this one?
Put away the celebrity.
Leave the failed marriage and new girlfriend at home.
Close all the bank accounts.
Sell all the houses.
Remove all the distractions.
Take away the exact details.
Burn the tapes, crack the discs, shred it all.
Strip the name and recognition away and bury them.
A created being standing before The Creator.
One on one.
What if there was no Ransom?
If there was no Ransom…
I am Mel Gibson.