Small Town Murder Songs Page #5

until we know

what's what, right?

I'm afraid not, might need

talking to. One more thing-

This fellow - have you

seen him around here?

Oh yeah, yeah, of course, he was

up here for karaoke on Saturday.

You're kidding.

No-no, no-no,

very comical, if you ask me.

Son of a gun

got up and he kept singing

the same song

over and over again,

buying girls drinks.

Looked like him anyway.

Was Melissa working

here Saturday?

Yeah, if it was

karaoke, she was here.

You're telling me that

Steve Hinden and Melissa

were both here

Saturday night?

Yeah.

Best as I can recall.

Whatcha thinkin'?

Don't know.

Steve was there

partying then.

You know that means

Rita is lying.

Yup.

Don't like

the look of it.

What's the plan, Walt?

I was thinkin' I

should talk to Rita.

That ain't a good idea, Walt.

We gotta call Washington.

I'll talk to him first

thing in the morning.

I need...

Alright, alright.

You gonna come in

for a beer?

No. Gonna tuck in.

Alright.

Walter.

'Evenin'

'Evenin' Rita.

Sorry to be um-

You can't come

'round like this.

No I- I know,

I know it.

Hey, hey

Jury, Jury, in the house,

in the house, come on.

God damn dog ain't got

no damn sense inside him.

This Steve, he

here full-time now?

That ain't none of

your business, Walter.

And you can't come

by the house no more.

I'm done with it, k?

We're done.

You were lying

to the OPP.

I ain't.

Rita-

What?

Look me in the eye and

tell me he was with you.

No.

Rita-

He was with me.

The whole night?

Bartender puts him

at Mitzi's

with the girl

same night she died.

Then he finds the body.

Don't look good.

You're lying

to the OPP.

Oh f*** you, Walt.

You had no problems

when I was lying for you.

I'm just trying to

help you.

Well, I don't

need your help.

Yeah, he didn't do it.

Well you don't know that.

Guys like him, they-

Oh give it up,

Walter. Guys like him.

There ain't no fairytale

in your head

gonna fix it

and that's that.

Come on, Jury.

Jury-

God damn

son of a b*tch-

I can handle it.

I'm calling the cops!

Steve Hinden, I can

God damn handle it!

Call the cops and

get off our property!

Ain't your property!

Get off the

f***ing property!

Shut the f***ing

dog up, Rita!

You stupid f***. She don't want

to see you no more, you hear?

I've had enough

of your sh*t!

Hey, you want

another beer, dad?

No, I'm good.

Thanks, darlin'.

Whatcha

watching?

I don't know.

Something foolish.

I never know

what's on.

What got into you?

What, no, its nice.

Its just-

half the time

its a struggle

to get more than

two words out of you.

You angling to go

to the drive-in or-

No. What?

I can't be nice?

That's okay, Tiger.

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