iMurders Page #4

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my pop. My sister's an FBI agent.

My brother's the local PD.

And my brother Bobby was killed

in the line of duty.

- I'm sorry.

- Yup.

Well, I see you brought

two bottles of wine.

- I did.

- Are you trying to get me drunk?

Maybe.

No, you know,

I was going to do the flowers thing,

but everybody does that.

I was going to get roses.

I don't know.

Maybe you're allergic to roses, so...

my sister said to bring wine.

I didn't know

if you liked red or white,

so I brought both.

- Do you like ros?

- I like it all.

You like it all.

- Let's open the red.

- Yeah.

Yeah, this is really good.

- I don't know.

- Mmm, it is.

- Let me help you.

- Thank you.

- Can you get it?

- Mm-hmm.

The top of the hour and

all the news around the world

in just two minutes. First up,

how about a real Hollywood horror?

In Los Angeles, a 38-year-old man

was found was found mutilated

- in his West Hollywood loft.

- We don't need to hear that.

- Yeah, we don't.

- Sorry, Professor.

- That's all right, Jerry.

- Here we go.

- Thank you.

Hey, what's that gizmo?

This is a BlackBerry.

It's my phone,

but I just sent

an instant message.

And you can check your emails,

you can check stock quotes.

It is my link to the outside world

when I'm out and about.

Sometimes I feel like

I'm stuck in the 19th century.

No, it's not that bad.

You do know about that machine

that instantly cooks frozen food,

though, right?

Oh, yes, I think

I may have heard of that.

Tell me what you want.

You know what I want, baby.

- Mmm, good.

- Oh, yeah.

- Give it to me one time.

- Baby.

You feel so good.

Yes. Yes!

- Give it to me hard!

- Oh, yes.

- Oh yes, baby!

- I'm all in!

Yes! Yes!

- Oh, baby!

- Yes. Yes.

Yes! Yes!

Oh, baby,

you were so good.

Thank you, darling.

So were you.

- Talk with you soon.

- Can't wait, baby.

Well, look who's here.

Ah.

Looks like our fearless leader

has finally arrived.

Hi there, sugar.

Love the new name.

Mark, I have the first question.

Mmm, I rather like

playing with fire.

- You are so bad.

I know I'm not supposed

to bother you, Mom,

but my legs are hurting.

Could you come rub them for me?

Sure, baby.

I'll be down in just a minute.

Well, folks, looks like I've got to

take myself out of the running.

Are you sure you want to do that?

There's this handsome young man here

who's in serious need

of some TLC.

I brought party favors.

Coming, Ryan!

It's almost over.

What is?

The noises.

I'm intrigued.

I got a gun.

Tell me everything, Janet.

I want to help you,

but there are limits

to a doctor-patient relationship.

You've been a very big help, Doctor.

Maybe you can help me some more.

- Just give me a second

- and I'll be done with this, Lori.

- It looks beautiful.

But Joe, we have

more serious things to talk about, huh?

- All right.

Be right back.

- Coming.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Ah, wine.

This is not a good time right now.

Oh. I see.

Who the hell is that?

That's--

no no, that's not-- that--

- you're making a mistake!

- Bullshit!

- Huh. "Bullshit."

"Bullshit."

Don't say it.

- Hello.

- Hi.

May I help you?

I'm sorry.

I'm not just being nosy,

I'm the landlord.

Oh, no problem.

I was just visiting Joe.

I thought Joe had a girlfriend--

one right here in the building.

Don't worry.

I'm not his girlfriend.

Good evening.

Good evening.

All right, listen up, people.

You will have two hours

to take this exam.

Now I advise you all

to keep your minds open,

your thoughts flowing

and your pencils moving.

l'd wish you all luck,

but I'm afraid luck

can't save you now.

- Everybody ready?

- All:
Yes.

Eyes to the front.

- Begin.

Oh, that's quite

a sense of humor you have there.

Come again?

That little message you sent me

on my computer.

Allie:
I have no idea

what you're talking about.

"I know what you're up to"?

Are you telling me

you didn't send me that message?

No, I didn't,

but actually it's not such a bad idea.

It might be a little reminder

for you to keep being a good little boy

throughout all of this.

This isn't very funny, because if you

didn't send me that message,

that means

that whoever did is onto us.

Do you have any idea

what that means?

Of course I do, Professor.

The price of poker just went up.

Have a nice day, Miss Mulroney.

We are live

at Englewood Court

where this story

of a gruesome death

of a 43-year-old resident is

just beginning to unfold.

The victim identified

as Wanda Jennings

is a stay-at-home mom

of an afflicted 6-year-old boy

who was ritualistically murdered

in the attic of her home

while her son played

in a downstairs room.

With me now is

Christopher Mayo,

a neighbor of the deceased.

Tell us something

about Wanda Jennings.

She was just

a real nice lady, you know?

She always had

a friendly smile on her face.

It's just tough.

The kid was like

her whole world, you know?

He's been sick--

I can't even remember how long,

but she just decided

to give up her job

- and take care of the kid.

- She didn't work?

Christopher:
She used to drive

a semi or something like that

but the kids started

really bothering him at school,

so she just--

one day she just quit

and decided to home-school him.

She, umm--

oh, I think she started doing

an internet business.

I had heard something about that,

but I don't know.

- It's-- it's just such a shame.

- Jennifer:
Thank you.

This is Jennifer Singer, CBJ News.

Hmm. Okay.

"When will you be back?"

"Yes."

"Me too."

Hey, Jimmy, thanks for coming.

Say hello to your father for me.

Absolutely.

Thanks a lot, Mr. R.

- Here, let me get that.

- Oh, thanks.

- Take care.

- You too.

- Hi.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- Thank you.

- Can I help you?

Umm...

- I'm not really sure, actually.

- Hey hey hey.

- You know this pretty girl?

- Yeah, Pop, I know a pretty girl.

Madonne!

You're doing good, kid.

- Hey, you're killing my rep here, pal.

- That's not hard, junior.

Okay. Sandra, this is my father.

This is Sandra.

- I told you about her.

- It's so nice to meet you, Mr. Romano.

Oh, any friend of my son's

can call me Carmine.

Okay, nice to meet you, Carmine.

- I got your note.

- You got my note.

- It was his sister, really.

- Okay, I've got it, Pop.

- Pretty, huh?

- Yeah, very pretty.

Well, let me tell you about

my son Joseph and my daughter Lori--

- two tough ones.

- Okay okay okay.

Okay, you want to know

something about me,

this is the guy.

He'll tell you anything, obviously.

I need to go run this outside.

I like her.

- I will.

- You be good.

- I promise.

- All right. I'll be right back.

- Okay.

- Let me know what happens, huh?

Oh, this should be fun.

Oh, it will be.

- What have we got?

- We're gonna get him.

- Is this for sure?

- I think so.

- This freak is going down.

- All right. When's it happening?

- I want to be there.

- You can't. You know that.

I can't even be there.

It's too close.

All right.

How'd-- how'd you nail him?

- A tip from a shrink.

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