A Day at Mickey's

"George, turn in here, I want to check on that flyer, that we have here."

"I can't stand this place, Sally, it gives me the creeps."

"We aren't going to find the killer, if we stop putting out the flyers. It's all a part of finding out, who killed my son."

"Okay, but make it quick, this place give me the heebie-jeebies."

"Pull in here, there is a car there, that I recognized from Meadow Brook. I will show him the flyer, and see if he knows anything."

"Excuse me sir, I was wondering if you could take a look at this flyer, and tell me if you have heard anything about the murder of this young man?"

"You have no respect, asking me that. Do you even know who I am?"

"No, I don't sir, but if you could take a look at this flyer, and tell me if you have ever seen this young man before, and know anything about his murder?"

"You absolutely have no respect, and neither did your son, that's why he was taken out."

"Then you did know him?"

"Why do you have that staple gun in your hand?"

"We were about to hang this flyer, on the door of Mickey's"

"You have no business out here in the bush. You are going to end up just like your son. You are poking around in people's business, and you are going to end up just like him. You have no respect."

"Don't lean down, looking at your floorboard!"

"Get that staple gun away from my head!" Your going to end up just like your son. He got in people's business, and so are you. You are not welcome here."

"Don't lean down, any further sir."

"What are you going to do about it?"

"Don't lean down any further, towards that gun in your floorboard!"

"You don't know who I am, do you, or you would have respect."

"I doubt I would be impressed. I am here for one reason, I am looking for the murderer of my son, no more, no less, and I won't stop until I find him or her."

"Don't lean, your making me uneasy. Don't lean down towards that gun!"

"What are you going to do about it, you fucking crazy old bitch?"

"Don't make any sudden moves, like you said, I am old, and I spook easy. Don't lean too far, you are making me nervous!"

"You are everything that people say, you are. You are a crazy old bitch, and you don't belong here in our territory."

"What do you think the odds are that I can put a staple in your brain, before you can reach that gun on your floorboard?"

"Watch it, don't lean over any further!"

"What's up man, what does she want? I got what I wanted from Mickey's."

"She's looking for the person who killed her kid, and she doesn't have any respect for me, and she's going to get wacked."

"Is that the one, that got shot in Meadow Brook?"

"Yeah, that's the one."

"I heard she was trolling around. What's with the staple gun? Let's get out of here!"

"How did it go, Sally, and why did he spin out of here, like his car was on fire?"

"How would I know George, he was probably practicing how to outrun the police."

"You been out here too long, Sally, you're starting to believe everyone is a criminal."

"You are probably right George."

"Did you give the guy, the flyer, and did he know anything?"

"No George, he didn't know anything, so I kept the flyer."

"Just another day out in the bush. Why do you think they call it the bush, Sally?"

"Probably, because there is so much overgrown brush and trees. George I think I want to go home now, I have had enough for today."

"Are you sure, you didn't put out any flyers?"

"I am sure, this was just another day in the life of Detective Mother."

"I will take you home, you look tired."