Working On A Detective Story To Teach Math Properties

[Door slams open and in walks a pretty, blond, number 1 with high heels]

Number 1: "You a detective"



Detective Number 4: "You askin, or are you tellin"



Number 1" What difference does it make"?



{Detective number four is staring out the window]



D4: "The difference is always in the maken tootse"



Number 1: Listen, i need help! Now, are you the detective i need to speak with or not?"



D4: "You don't need a detective love, you need muscle and muscle aint what i do ya see?"



D1: "How do you know what i need?"



[detective number 4 turns and looks her over]





D4: I know, cause them heels been talkin since you turned the corner on Elms street. Whose in trouble huh? Your husband, Your lover. What difference does it make...you need muscle and muscle ain't what i do.



[detective 4 turns and looks back out the window]



Number 1: It's my brother...x...he's got himself into some trouble and now he's got himself held up



D4: Whats this got to do with me heels?



Number 1: He needs your help detective...I, need, your, help [she gets closer to and puts hand on his arm]



D4: Let me get this straight, your baby brother shook some hands and bet on black when he should of bet on red and now that he wants to take someone elses money for a ride you volunteering my services? I think I'll pass sweetheart



D1: It's not that simple. He didn't just shake hands with anyone, he shook hands with the likes of "three eyes"



[detective number four turns and looks at her]



D4: "three eyes"?



Number 1: "yes, three-eyes and if i don't help him their not only going to hurt him, their going to hurt his wife and kids...two boys, both still fractions"



D4: "you got that right tootse, three eyes is gonna off him, his wife, his fractions and you". You want my advice, I'd grab them kids and take a one-way train out of this state"



Number 1: And tell his kids they don't have a father anymore



D4 "it's better than the alternative"



Number 1: "Listen, either your going to help me or i'm going by myself...i can take care of myself but i can't let anything happen to those little fractions"



[detective 4 starts daydreaming of those two little fractions]



D4: "Where's he held up at"



Number 1: "Downtown, in the old abandoned parenthesis...are you really going to help us? [big smile]



D4: "I didn't say i was going to help...but i'll make a few phone calls. Now you go on home and call me tomorrow, you hear?"



Inner monologue "i always was a softie when it came to blond hair and high heels"



[Shows detective standing outside of abandoned parenthesis, smoking with a top hat. A gloomy, cloudy night]



{detective peeks through the window and sees



(5x - 3)



x is the brother

3 is “three eyes

5 is a soldier

The minus symbol is a knife



[detective moves to the door of the parenthesis to knock but hears the conversation going on inside”



#3 “Listen...see...i’m tired of waiting for my money to appear. I told you you had 24 hours to get me my money and the times winding down. Tell me why i shouldn’t cut my losses if you know what i mean?”



x “Please, think of my kids, their only fractions”



#3 “It ain’t me who needs to be think of your kids x, it’s you”



x: “Please, i promise i can get it by this time next week”



#3: “You got to be kidden me, you know who i am? I’m done dealing with this guy...time for you talk to the worms”



[detective number four knows what he has to do, he breaks through the parenthesis door and “distributes punishment” to 5x and 3 like so



(4)(5x) - (4)(3)



20x - 12



Latter shows the grave of the detective, with the blond in heels over looking, holding the hands of the little fractions.



Number 1“this man combined his life to save you boys, you remember him in your thoughts ok?”



The End