Yeah, I love the deer silver that shines in your hair.

Then the brow that's all furled and wrinkled with care.

I kiss the dear fingers so tore one for me.

Oh God bless you and keep you.

Dear mother beach doesn't scan, does it norman?

But a lot of shit around here doesn't.

What are you doing with my mother?

Don't you mean mummy?

Yeah.

Mhm.

You did a nice job on her norman fresh as the day she was cropped.

Yeah.

Why just looking out for you, norman and yourself?

Oh, I have ambitions.

Dreams.

But dreams don't come cheap these days.

I mean I could have turned mom over to the cops this afternoon, but all that would have gotten was a pat on the back for doing my civic duty girl reporter.

She would've shelled out a few bucks but then she would take the lion's share of the credit and parlayed that into a five figure salary and a big news job.

That's fine for her dreams.

But what about my No, I figure Hamas greatest value to me isn't her value to you.

I don't have that kind of money.

Don't cry poor to me, norm with that big piece of real estate up in the hill in this thriving business, wife, things got tight.

You could just sell an acre.

Yeah.

Please Duke.

I want my mother back.

Take you know what I want and you know what I'll do if I don't get I know.

Oh.

Uh huh.

Oh, gonna kill you you little freak.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Oh.

Mhm.

You think I'm stupid, Duke.

Even if I gave you money, you'd still tell her mother and no one must know about her or what she's done?

Mhm.