iMurders Page #5

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- A shrink. All right.

- I've got somebody waiting for me.

- See you, Joe.

- Leave it to the FBI.

I'm worried about him.

You're worried about everything.

- You're kidding me.

- That's my boy.

- Oh my God.

Oh, well, the family's

been through a lot lately,

Joe especially.

- Hmm.

- How are you with a drill?

- Not bad.

- My drill's right there on the counter.

- Okay.

- Why don't you help me put this shelf up

real fast and then the two of you can

take off whenever Joey gets back?

- All right.

How come you didn't tell him

about the chatroom murders?

He's too fragile right now.

I will when it's right.

Let's just get to Boston.

- "You...

almost...

- here?"

- She has a gun! Drop the gun!

- Drop the gun!

- Let go of me! Let go of me!

- Relax! Relax!

- I need to get him! I need to get him!

- He killed April! He killed April!

- Let's get her out. Let's get her out.

- I always wanted to say this to an attorney.

- You have the right to remain silent.

- You're a regular comedian.

Laugh at this:

Anything you say can and will be

held against you in a court of law.

- Hey.

- I'm so sorry

about that jealous thing

with your sister.

No, it's-- it's okay.

Listen, I want to tell you something.

You wanna come in for a second?

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

What's wrong?

The FBI's arresting

my brother's murderer right now.

- Oh my God.

- Yeah.

- Well, do you want to be alone?

- No no no.

I want you to stay here.

I want you to stay here. My--

my sister's gonna call

as soon as it's done.

I--

I found my brother dead.

- Jesus.

- Yeah.

It was pretty ugly.

He wasn't just killed. It was...

you know, a ritualistic thing.

- It was satanic.

- Why?

Why?

'Cause he was a detective and he--

he got real close on something.

What was it?

It was more--

more of a "Who-- who was it?"

It was a lawyer.

He would set up his victims,

he would have them attacked...

- What?

- ...and if they lived,

he would sue on their behalf.

lf they died,

he sued for the families.

He was a sociopath.

He was our lawyer.

Oh my God.

- Joe, I'm so sorry.

- Yeah.

He was our lawyer.

Bobby's wife always

kind of blamed me, you know?

lf I had gotten there a little sooner,

maybe it would've been different.

- I'm so sorry.

I'm not saying that, Bigstuff.

I'm just saying

it would be really nice

if you could take it down a notch

or six once in a while.

- Baby--

- Really, old boy.

You wouldn't want to get yourself

eliminated now, would you?

- Hey, Sassy.

- Hi.

Now all we need is Janet.

Happy Halloween, folks.

Can anybody tell me where

Janet Ling's apartment is?

Nice outfit.

Hey, partner! Wait for me.

- Are you all right?

- Are you gonna be able to do this?

- Meaning?

Meaning I don't want to get shot.

I know you must want

to kill this lawyer.

Huh. You don't understand.

Oh, I understand that Janet Ling

shouldn't have been arrested.

After all, this freak attorney

killed her girlfriend.

And she led us to him.

Yeah, and she was also supposed to

have killed all those other people, right?

Huh. I think it makes

more sense that

that piece-of-sh*t lawyer

Del Gado killed them.

- Don't you?

- Do you?

Wow. Look at this place.

Meticulous joint.

I don't think I could live like this.

I need a place that looks like

somebody actually lives there.

Today's date.

Maybe that was supposed

to be a birthday present.

Is it just a coincidence that

the suspect in a serial murder case

also attempts to off the guy

who killed her lover?

What are the odds of that?

Well, I think Ling just freaked out

and started killing

everybody in the chatroom.

I mean, that is where

her girlfriend was lured from, right?

Or maybe Del Gado did it.

Killing is his business.

No, you know what?

My money's on Ling.

- What?

- This door.

She left open a closet door

as she was going out to dust a guy.

Closing a closet door is

the last thing on her mind.

No, it doesn't fit.

Look around this place.

There's not a vase

even slightly off center.

No clothes lying around,

not a book off the shelf.

It's spotless.

Someone this freaky clean

doesn't leave

a closet door open like this.

What are the odds of her going out

to do the guy that did her lover

the same day the chatroom murderer

is coming to do her?

F***.

Come on!

- Sh*t.

- Sh*t, we had him!

I knew it! I knew it!

- Romano.

I'm not done yet.

What's up?

I'm not sure

how much longer I can wait.

My wife's been

very demanding lately.

Yeah, it's odd.

Mark never misses chat night.

Well, maybe that's the point--

seeing which one of us would go

if Mark didn't

come around for a while.

- Sounds right.

- You're awfully quiet tonight, Sandy.

Are you afraid

you might get eliminated?

Ah. Looks like we already lost

somebody tonight.

Yeah, I guess Janet's out.

I got a trace on that call--

a disposable cell.

- Perfect.

- It could've been from anywhere.

- Yeah, of course.

- Oh! Why, hello again.

What a nice surprise!

I am so sorry.

After you left, I found out

that Joseph was your brother.

He's such a nice man.

- Are you here to see him?

- Yes, we are.

Well, your timing is good--

he just went into his apartment.

So is anybody else with him, ma'am?

Oh, please call me Christine.

When you call me ma'am

it makes me feel like I should

go out and buy a walker.

Christine, was Joey alone?

Well, as a matter of fact, he was.

Sandra's out of town.

Sandra's his gal pal

from the building.

- Which apartment is Sandra's?

- Oh, she lives right past mine.

I was just heading

over there right now.

Oh-- is everything okay?

- Lori:
I thought she wasn't home?

- Well, she's not.

Her faucet's been leaking

and the handyman is out yet again.

Listen, when she gets back

tell her to get in touch

with us as soon as possible.

I will do.

- Nice seeing you again.

- Christine.

Tell me something

about my big brother's girlfriend.

Well, she's very pretty.

She's a real go-getter

if you know the type.

- I guess.

- She's the type that when

she wants something,

she'll stop at nothing to get it.

Hmm.

Oh, would you listen to me?

Listen to what I'm saying--

I can't stop myself.

She is a lovely lovely woman.

She has actually been helping me.

She's training me

in using computers.

- Does she know a lot about computers?

- Christine:
Oh, yes.

Sandra seems to know

a lot about them.

She knows clever little tricks.

Well, I mean it seems that way.

But then again, who am I to talk?

I don't know much.

She spend a lot of time

alone in her apartment?

Sandra? Oh no,

she travels all the time.

- Every couple of days it seems.

- Why is that?

Well, work--

I mean, or so she tells me.

Why else would

someone travel so frequently?

Call us.

The FBI?

Well, that's fascinating.

I just thought that you were

a busybody sister.

- And me?

- Oh, I thought you were her lover.

Or maybe a bodyguard.

She's not in any trouble, is she?

No, we just need to speak to her.

All right. I'll make sure she gets it.

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