Felicia: No! He's been killed!
Sock: Really? By who?
Felicia: I don't know! That's what I need you to find out!
Sock: Me? Uhm, lady, I usually work on divorces. You knows, peek in some windows, take some pictures, that sort of thing.
Sock: Death is rarely involved.
Felicia: But you must help me! You're my last hope! I'm at wit's end!
Sock: I'm sorry Miss Muldoon, I simply don't...
Felicia: Please! I'll do anything!
Sock: Really? Well then, tell me, how did your father die?
Felicia: He was shot in the head. Police are calling it a suicide but I don't believe that.
Sock: People have shot themselves before.
Felicia: Eight times?
Sock: Persistent little bugger. Do you have any idea why anyone would want your father dead?
Felicia: His mango!
Sock: I think you'd better start at the beginning.