iMurders Page #7

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I mean, doesn't it make sense that this guy

is knocking off

all these chatroom people?

Could have been, except that someone

in the chatroom was murdered

after Del Gado was arrested.

Washington, what about Del Gado?

What did he say when you locked him up?

Nothing. As a lawyer,

- what do you expect?

Washington.

Check. Lindsay Jeffries--

she was just attacked.

Flesh wound to the chest.

Linds, the FBI is here.

I'm glad I picked up your pain meds.

You're gonna need it.

- I'll leave you two guys alone.

- Thanks.

Hi, Lindsay.

I'm sorry about what happened.

Del Gado's been apprehended.

All this was done by Robert?

By my lawyer?

It may be

more complicated than that.

- Excuse me.

Holy sh*t.

It's coming

from Sandra Wilson's BlackBerry.

Lindsay, do you remember at all

what your attacker looked like?

No, he was wearing a mask.

- Anything-- anything you can think of.

- No, I already told you people

- that I can't remember.

- Think, Lindsay!

No!

Okay.

I am sorry.

Let me help you with that.

Yeah. Yeah.

I guess I am a little bit nervous.

Oh, there there.

My love, I have no doubt

that you are going to get

exactly what you deserve.

You know something, Carol?

- What?

- You are the best wife

that a man could ever want.

Oh.

- You are.

This man has not only given

years of dedication

to his profession

as professor of liberal arts,

but he has been

the living embodiment of integrity

for which this university

was founded upon

some 1 20 years ago.

It is an honor to present you

with the next Dean of Students---

Professor...

Gerald Woodward.

Gerry, you should've seen

the look on your face.

I mean-- right,

Right. Okay.

- Champagne?

- Bob, can I talk to you for a minute?

Why certainly, Michael.

Just give us a minute, okay?

Where is that lovely wife of yours?

I think she's in the ladies' room.

- I'm kind of fond of her.

- Thank you.

Bob, when we last spoke,

you distinctly told me

that I was a shoe-in

for the dean position.

- Yes. Yes, I did.

- Well?

You heard me speak tonight

about honor--

honor and integrity.

Sir, I have always

embodied those qualities

every bit as much

as Gerald Woodward.

Then perhaps

you might want to explain...

these to me.

I don't understand.

Look, I don't think that blackmail,

especially of such a salacious sort

is the kind of methodology

we're looking for in professors,

much less deans,

but it does explain the sudden surge

in support for your candidacy,

doesn't it?

Bob, I'm as stunned as you are.

I would never be a party

to anything like this.

Now whatever shenanigans

Miss Mulroney's been involved in--

Oh, save it, Michael.

Get down on your hands and knees

and be grateful that you still have a job.

And I wouldn't take

much comfort in that if I were you.

As for you, young lady, your presence

on this campus is no longer required.

Bob, this is ridiculous.

I'm innocent!

You were going

to sell me out just like that.

- Oh shut up.

- Carol?

- That's right, Michael.

See, a woman always knows.

Some might choose to accept it

and some others might choose

to have a little fun, like me,

but a woman knows, Michael.

I want your stuff out of my house

by the end of the week.

But that's not fair.

Where will I live?

And as for you, sweetie honey,

with skills like these,

you will never be out of a job.

Are you gonna let her talk

to me like that?

I said shut up.

Carol? Carol?

Carol!

Mailbox 1.

I've got a gun.

I'm gonna end this now.

Hello?

Hey.

- What's going on?

Whoa! Whoa whoa

whoa whoa whoa!

Easy. Put the gun down.

Put it down.

Come on.

Look at me. Look at me.

What's going on?

Put it down. Come on.

Come on. Talk to me.

I can help you.

Let me help you.

Let me help you.

Put it down.

Let's talk. Let me help you.

All right? I want to help you,

but you've got to put the gun down.

I love you.

That's it. That's it.

Thattsagirl.

Thattsagirl.

- Ah!

Are you all right?

Help yourself

to something, all right?

Thank you, man.

You take a load off.

Can I get you a beer or something?

No, I'm fine, sweetie.

I need to rest, you know?

That what I need-- I just need

a little bit of alone time, you know?

Please, Joey.

I'm okay. I'm okay.

It was her or you.

Do you hear me?

Her or you.

Okay.

Hey, you.

Don't worry about your brother.

He's gonna be all right.

Will he?

Trust me. Come on.

- How are you doing?

delete

- FBI! Ma'am?

- Oh God.

Oh, sorry. Oh.

It's okay. I'm all right.

I just tripped.

You must be here about the shooting.

What, are you a friend

of the landlord?

Oh, no no.

I am the landlord.

I've got a gun.

Just put the gun down.

Put it down.

I'm gonna end this now.

- Ah!

I'm Jackie--

Jackie Danielson.

We thought

Christine Jensen was the landlord.

She's just a dear friend

of my husband's family.

She stays here from time to time

when we go away on vacation.

We came back early, actually,

because we heard about

everything that was going on here.

Chrissie was really distraught.

Joe said that when he returned

to Sandra Wilson's apartment

after calling the police

he found Christine standing

over the body.

Oh, no.

It's only been a year

since her brother killed himself.

That must've really opened up

old wounds for Chrissie,

standing over

Sandra's dead body like that.

I mean, she was really really upset

when her brother died.

I'm scared.

I'm scared. I could be next.

This person seems

to know my every move.

I don't know.

Maybe it's a good thing

that she's starting

a new job on Monday.

She was always the happiest

when she was sitting in front

of her own computer keyboard.

She got a job

working on a computer?

But she was just learning

how to use them.

I don't know

where you got that idea.

Chrissie was a wiz

with those things.

- Lori:
Can we speak with her?

- She's gone.

Left last night with all her stuff.

I didn't even have a chance

to say goodbye to her myself.

That's strange.

She did leave something.

Her favorite slippers.

Silly little things.

She had a funny name for them.

What was it?

Oh, right.

Yes, her velvet 50'cent shoes.

I'm gonna end this now.

How did you like my little gift?

I just bet you wish

it had a bullet in it for me.

- Don't you?!

- Ow! Ah!

You think you might

have learned something...

after what happened to William.

- You son of a b*tch!

- Honey!

I didn't know

your brother was married.

- Liar!

- I swear!

No, please.

I am nothing without my family.

You should've thought of that before

you brought this tramp into our lives!

- Tramp? You have no idea...

- No. No no, please.

- ...what I've been doing!

- Wait wait wait wait.

- What are you doing with that?

- Don't. Don't. No wait!

- No!

- What are you doing?

- No!

No no, wait! No!

No!

You and the rest of the FaceSpace

degenerates took him from me.

Only that thoughtful lawyer

Del Gado could understand.

He had his own punishments

and gains for you chatroom whores!

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