iMurders Page #2

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Ready to play?

Then here are the rules.

- What's up, slick chick?

- I'm late.

- For what?

- Well, for class, obviously.

That's obvious from

your library cache of books.

Those are big words for a janitor.

lf you don't want what I've got, fine.

No no, what-- what you got?

I'm listening.

Nah. Huh-uh, you first.

- Me first about what?

- About my deal.

Oh, no, baby.

You ain't getting none of this.

- I don't want none of that.

- Yes, you do.

- Maybe I do.

- Uh-huh.

- Listen, what I want is knowledge.

- Knowledge?

Yeah, computer knowledge--

just like yourself.

- Ah. Now that I can help you with.

- Yeah.

But first I want to know

what's going on in that building.

I want you to know, Amy,

that this is good work--

very good work--

but it's mechanical.

Mechanical?

I don't understand.

Well, there's a lot of citation

and you show tremendous insight,

but what I'm not hearing

is your voice, you know?

Your voice.

I tried.

I know you tried.

It's obvious you tried,

but I want you to try again--

this time with passion.

- Yes, Professor.

- Good.

Now show me what you've got.

You know, I always did have

a thing for a brilliant mind.

You don't say?

Have a beautiful day, Amy.

Ah. Miss Mulroney.

I trust everything

went well last evening?

It was wonderful.

I really feel like I'm starting

to get my message across.

Fantastic.

That calls for a celebration.

Well, I tried calling you

at home last night...

- ...to discuss a problem

- I'm having with one of my students.

- Oh, really?

- Mmm.

- What time was that?

- I don't know-- 9:00ish?

- Ah. Bad timing.

Oh, that's right.

Heaven forbid I try to call you

during your precious chat night.

Are you jealous

of my cyberbuddies, Allie?

Well, if you want role-playing, Michael,

- all you have to do is ask.

- All done, Professor.

Ah. Have a good day, Jerry.

Have a nice afternoon.

Well, that was subtle.

I thought we agreed

to be discreet?

Well, it's hard to put

the milk back into the carton

after you've already had the cereal.

Oh, dear. A cereal analogy.

Pink flag-- quite alarming.

But I realize the last time you were

involved in something like this,

things got a bit... messy.

"Messy"? Well, that's an interesting

choice of words.

What do you want from me, Allie?

More.

I don't get how you can talk

to these kids all day long about intimacy

when you spend the majority of your time

communicating in cyberspace.

My cyberworld is my business.

But if I were you,

I wouldn't worry.

You see, I have some

very provocative plans for you, Allie.

Well, I am all ears, Professor.

I think we both know

better than that.

Why don't you get the door,

Miss Mulroney?

I-- I think this is yours.

Oh, yeah.

- You're dropping citrus.

- Thanks.

Yeah, well,

usually I throw rose petals,

but you kind of caught me off guard.

Well, have a good one.

Oh, yeah, you too. Thanks.

- Hey.

- Hi. Who was that?

Oh, that's Joseph Romano.

He's really a nice man.

He keeps mostly to himself, though.

- Yeah, I see that.

- I think he lived here about a year.

You know,

he suffered a terrible loss.

You know, he was a policeman.

Now he really just spends most

of his time in his apartment all alone.

- Mmm.

- It's really a shame.

Yeah. Yes, it is.

Are you tapping to a song, Janet?

Uh, no.

- In a rhythm of sorts?

- Sort of.

- A numerical rhythm?

- Yes.

- You know that.

- I do?

Yes, you do.

- Okay.

- You want to know the numbers?

Is it five taps, then four taps

and then repeated over

and over again?

No.

It's not about my mother.

Now why would I think that five taps

and then four taps

equates to your mother?

Because her birthday is May 4th.

That's what the tapping used to be.

That's when I was afraid

she was going to die.

And tapping the number

of her birthday

would stop her death

from happening?

Can we get to the point,

Dr. St. Martin?

Can we?

I'm tapping six

six six.

What could that stop?

What can it start?

So where is our esteemed

master of ceremonies now?

Evening, one and all.

And what a perfect night

for our festivities.

Now I know you all are just dying

to play this month's little game.

And I have to admit

I'm a tad excited myself.

All right, let's play.

Easy there, big boy.

Yeah, Bigstuff,

keep it in your pants.

But we can't start without Sassy.

So how's that new class

of yours, Velvet?

- Oh!

- Clarence.

Naughty boy.

Easy there, big boy.

I'm fine. Ahem. I'm fine.

- Sorry, everyone.

I couldn't make it back in time.

I've got to go wireless.

Okay, everyone,

remember the rules:

The first person to guess

the horror film that I've selected

wins this month's grand prize.

Now you may ask me

anything for a clue

and I will instant-message you

if you are correct.

But...

if you type or say the magic word

that I have randomly selected,

then you are eliminated

from the game

and will meet a ghastly end,

never to be seen again--

at least until

the end of the contest.

That includes no blogging

or instant-messaging

outside of this room.

No cheating.

No exceptions.

And remember...

I am everywhere.

Ready?

Then let's begin.

- Help!

Really, Mark.

- Wait a minute, sport.

- Help! Help!

You haven't told us

what the prize is yet.

Delightful.

- I'll get on that right away.

- Thanks.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Did you take a little trip?

- Oh yeah, just a work thing.

So I see you were talking

to the hunky neighbor.

Oh, yeah, he certainly is handsome.

lf I were only 10 years younger.

Oh, stop. You're lovely.

- Were you ever married?

- Me? Oh, I'm afraid not.

- How come?

- I guess you'd have to blame it on William.

Oh, this sounds interesting. How so?

He was amazing.

He was athletic, smart,

kind.

He loved his family.

He was everything

a girl could want in a man.

Sounds almost too good to be true.

No. Not William.

I miss him.

He passed on a little while ago and...

it was such a waste.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry too.

Hey, I see that you have your eye

on that hottie neighbor.

Yeah, he's pretty cute.

He certainly is.

Hey, I was wondering if maybe you would

give me another computer lesson--

- I mean when you're free, of course.

- Oh, yeah.

You want to come by tonight

around 7:
00 or so?

- 7:
00 would be great.

- Okay.

Hey, Joseph was mentioning to me

about desserty-type menus.

Maybe he's in the mood

for a snack break.

Oh.

Thank you.

Unannounced--

I love it, Lindsay.

- Do you have some news for me?

- Yeah, well,

that club where

you were attacked may settle.

What?

Well, we've got better experts.

We can show

that their security system failed.

A standard metal detector

should've picked up his knife.

Well, that's fu--

he should be paying me.

Yes. He caused your injuries.

"Injuries"?!

This isn't just an injury!

My face was my living!

It was everything!

Now look at me!

Well, now we've got over $1 million

coming to us from that dance club.

As a matter of fact, I'm going

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