Toronto Mayoral candidate Rob FordDella Rollins
Editor's Note: The following exchange contains profanities that may offend some readers. It was transcribed from tape by The Globe and Mail.
Dieter Doneit-Henderson: Today I had to overdose myself on 50 mg extra of the fentanyl patches. I'm only supposed to be on 100 mg.
Rob Ford: They didn't give you any OxyContin?
Doneit-Henderson: Are you nuts? They seen my records in front of me, they seen that I've been on OxyContin for years and they didn't give it to me. They said no, no, let's...
Ford: That's what you need, that's, isn't that...
Doneit-Henderson: Exactly. That's one of the crucial medications, that's right. One of the most major medications and that's...
Ford: Why don't you go on the street and score it?
Doneit-Henderson: Well, this is it exactly, Rob, if you can believe it…
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Doneit-Henderson: I'm laying in bed, passed out literally, from the pain. It seemed to be a miscommunication somehow that Doug and you both seemed to think that for some reason I was at the party, at your actual birthday party, at the office.
Ford: No, not me. I know you weren't there, because I got that nasty e-mail from you.
Doneit-Henderson: Well see this is...
Ford: We knew you weren't there. Someone, I don't know, unless they're using my name and writing e-mails...
Doneit-Henderson: Listen, that's another thing Rob, I will actually print these e-mails out to show you. I have two e-mails that were received on your birthday. That came from your staff. I know they did. And I know they weren't sent by you and do you know how I know that they weren't sent by you?
Ford: I know they weren't because I didn't send them.
Doneit-Henderson: Well, OK, there you go. You know you didn't send them, I know you didn't send them because you can see in the e-mail, in both of them, when you look at them side by side, it's a generic template with a personalized, very small bit at the end of the sentence.
Ford: And they're putting my name to the e-mails?
Doneit-Henderson: Oh yes.
Ford: Ah, fuck, buddy. There's going to World War Three now.
Doneit-Henderson: That's what I'm telling you Rob this has been going on ... since your birthday.
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Doneit-Henderson: That's how the e-mails came off, like we were complete strangers. You didn't know who the hell we were, literally.
Ford: Ok, call Dougie (campaign manager and brother Doug Ford) tomorrow. See if you can make it to this wine and cheese. You can bring a whole ton of friends. It's free, buddy. There's a ton of booze, a ton of food. You guys'll have a really good time, trust me...
Doneit-Henderson: Can you find OxyContin for me, Rob?
Ford: Huh?
Doneit-Henderson: Can you find OxyContin, so I can get on the medication ...
Ford: I'll try buddy, I'll try. I don't know this shit, but I'll fucking try to find it.
Doneit-Henderson: How about your brother mentioned your guys's doctor. Did you guys ever look into that?
Ford: He said that you've got to come personally.
Doneit-Henderson: Oh well, hey listen, I'm ready to go. I mean I'd even go down there now in all this pain.
Ford: What does OxyContin go for on the street, so I have an idea?
Doneit-Henderson: OxyContins? I would have no idea how much they cost on the street. The last time I bought street drugs, Rob, was in 2001 with George Smitherman. (A spokesman for Mr. Smitherman denied this and said the candidate has never met Mr. Doneit-Henderson.)
Ford: Like, is there all just one OxyContin or is there different strengths?
Doneit-Henderson: There's different strengths so you have, I believe there's a 5 mg, a 10 mg. I'm on 40 mg. I think it goes up to 80 or 160, one of the two.
Ford: Shit. OK. I'll see what I can do, buddy...
Doneit-Henderson: If I had at least two or three or four of those, then that would actually probably chill the pain enough that I would be able to get in your guys' car and come out because I want to be there, Rob, obviously. Fucking, do you know how depressed I was on your birthday, dude? I sat in my bed and I fucking cried my fucking eyes out...
Ford: Leave it with me. I don't know what I can do, buddy. I have no idea ... I'll go ask my doctor. I don't know, I'll have to ask some people on the street to see what's going on.
Doneit-Henderson: Rob, if your doctor wants me to be there, I would go down there now, as much pain as I'm in. So this is not a case of I can't come. I will go. I just went all the way with TTC downtown. Can you imagine that?
Ford: OK buddy, leave this with me. Call Doug tomorrow, we'll see if I can't, uh, I know I won't be able to. But I have no idea. Fuck, you know, I don't know any drug dealers at all.
Doneit-Henderson: Well, yeah, neither do I ... my friend was able to help us with the anesthetic, but that's no good either ...
Ford: He can't get you any OxyContins?
Doneit-Henderson: No, no, I have no connections to any kind of drugs whatsoever, other than, of course, the pharmaceutical ones I'm taking.
Ford: Right, right, right. And they're not giving you the ones that you need.
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Doneit-Henderson: I'm being completely, completely deserted. I look out my window, I see Lake Ontario. I'm looking south, you know I can actually see your house from here?
Ford: Yeah you've got a nice view from there, I know.
Doneit-Henderson: ... Well, basically see your house from here. I'm looking at Lake Ontario and I'm marvelling at the fact that I'm talking about these things and telling you and having to beg and plead and you even are going to go look to see whether or not you can score some OxyContin. I mean, listen to ourselves Rob this is fucking mental!
Ford: This is wacko...
Doneit-Henderson: You shouldn't have to resort to going and getting OxyContin off the street. I shouldn't have to resort to that.
Ford: Now, I agree, I agree. I probably bet my life on I won't be able to help you out because I've never done this shit.