What would your father do if you were kidnapped by Parisian sex traffickers?

[MitzyLeFrouf]

I'm watching Liam Neeson in Taken as he kicks, wallops and murders his way across Paris in pursuit of his abducted daughter? It's made me wonder what my father would do if such a situation arose.

He's an ex-accountant with a dodgy hip so I'm not sure he'd follow the Neeson method of daughter retrieval. He'd be more likely to start the rescue by putting the kettle on, having a cup of tea and checking the weather forecast in Paris. Then he'd have to phone the 67 relatives to inform them of my perilous situation. By the time he got off the phone to my Auntie Mary my virtue would be long lost.

What would your dear old dad do?

Love reading these!

My dad would have weighed up the evidence and done some careful research of the situation, and then would carefully begin polite softly-spoken negotiations to end up in a win-win situation for all concerned, in the manner of a whispery Christopher Walken or a deceptively smiling Al Pacino

If that didn't work, he would then SLAM them with his unpleasant, non-negotiable plan B which would leave them with releasing me looking like a lovely option....

He does love his thorough research and his Plan B's.

Some of these posts are totally hilarious. What a creative thread idea. I liked the imagery of MrsDeVere's dad with his Transit van and pack of Peter Stuyvesants.... Also love the Jim MacDonald one (sorry don't know whose it was) Keep them coming!

My Dad would find out all the phone numbers the kidnappers could possibly be reached on, then ring and ring and ring and ring and send emails and texts and keep up the pestering until they released me out of frustration.

Then he'd get drunk and boast to everyone how he sorted it out, and sell the story to the Daily Mail even this paper wouldn't believe him

This thread is lovely and reminds me of all the times dad has rescued me, albeit from slightly less dramatic situations.

I do know he'd rescue me and we'd never mention the whole thing again.

My dad would write to The Telegraph about it in an indignant fashion, and spend three days fiddling with the computer to make missing posters.

Not rtft but as my name ^ suggests, my dad would just get Inspector Julien Baptiste to come and rescue me.
ignoring the fact that he couldn't find olleh in The Missing
BTW DID YOU SEE HIM ON THE COFFEE ADS LAST NIGHT? Crap ad but, swooooon.

My Dad would definitely have a plan. It would probably be written down in his diary (that he has kept faithfully for the last 50-odd years) in illegible longhand. He might struggle to do anything more active than that, after two hip replacements. And if the kidnappers phoned him with the ransom demand, the movie might get quite tedious while he hunted for his hearing aids.

gatorade the "slutty" girl who is not a virgin gets killed, because that's what happens to "sluts" It's like ISIS propaganda.

My ex was something a bit military and hush hush in his time. Not sure he's the dramatic sort though...

Lmao Wondering

The call to my Dad would go something like this,
"Hello? You what? She's been taken by six brassicas? Eh? Hang on, I'll get her mother."

If I got taken on a Saturday night I'd be fucked, because that's club night. Wednesday no good either, because that's bingo.

He can't drive so he'd have to ring a taxi to Paris, which would be late turning up, a fact which he would regale me with the minute we were reunited and all the way home.

Bless him.

My dad would instantly get in his souped up car, and think nothing about racing down to Paris at over 100 miles an hour and somehow find exactly where I was in the middle of Paris because that's just the sort of thing he can do.
Not too sure how exactly he would mount the rescue as he's not the violent sort but I know he'd manage it because he's my dad and I just know that he'd rescue me somehow.
We'd then drive a little more sedately home, stopping for a slap up meal and maybe a small shopping spree to cheer me up. He'd drop me off home even though I live on the other side of the country and then he'd offer to babysit.
He would never mention this again and would probably not even tell his wife.
My dad is totally ace.

He'd race in and rescue me on his mobility scooter.

Mine, as a retired lawyer, would throw all the money he had at the best lawyer in town and he would reason me out.

He would probably enjoy organising all relevant cuttings and clippings into a folder, with copies of all letters and emails sent and received which pertain to the kidnapping.

Actually saying that I'm totally his princess so if all else failed he would climb into the Jag and speed in an unruffled manner (listening to Classic FM) to Paris and spring me

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My dad would probably boast to the neighbours that I was having a marvellous adventure in Paris and he never got to do such exciting things when he was young.

But then, when the police told him they'd found me, aged 14, walking along the motorway hitchhiking to London from the North he asked if I was dead and if I wasn't to eff off and leave me to it. He almost decked them for bothering him.

My dad would be away on an important mission as he seem to be all the time and he's let my mother deal with it.

She's pay the gang a visit, bum some cigarettes from them and get them drunk on cognac.

I'll be sorry she rescued me because i'll never hear the end of it.

As another poster said, mine would ask my mum what to do. My BIL is well hard though and he'd rescue me with his dodgy brothers. DH would have to be woken up......

Ottilla - so true. The never ending story about how they rescued me (which changes slightly at every telling) may make me wish they'd never bothered stepping in.

My dad is ace. He's very quiet and composed but there is NOTHING he wouldn't do for his family. I know deep in my soul I would be rescued.

Dh is very similar. He would move heaven and earth to get me back.

After carefully considering his plans for the coming week, he would get Eurostar to Paris, indulge in a Parisian meal with a lovely waitress looking after him and lots of vino, next day some museums and postcards then when asked why he didn't do more - "well pet you can talk your way out most things, so best I left you to it, now have a glass of this red"

My dad would have got into whatever elderly car he had at the time, driven at a rigid 5 miles below the speed limit or 50 miles per hour if the speed limit was above that and remained in implacable but mostly silent pursuit until he got me back. He was in Burma in WW2, had some appalling experiences and though he was a lovely father, never known to be violent, or unreasonable you didn't mess with him or his family.

My dad is old and senile now, but in his prime, he would have Got On The Phone. I would then find the UK Ambassador sorting it out.

My dad died nearly 5 years ago but before that he'd have started out doing it all by the book, doing whatever the police said and ignoring mum (who'd be saying I was making a fuss about nothing/lying/deserved it).

Then he'd see his shelves full of Desmond Bagley and Alistair Maclean books and decide he had to do something himself. He'd have secretly loved the chance to be a hero! His French was appalling though, and he had no useful contacts or skills, just a truly vast and in depth knowledge of adventure stories!

There are a surprisingly large proportion of fathers on this with dodgy contacts or in the secret service!

There are a surprisingly large proportion of fathers on this with dodgy contacts or in the secret service!