Mystery Woman: Game Time Page #2

SHE SAID YOU'D DO

THE SIGNING ON WEDNESDAY.

WELL, I WON'T.

MICE.

NOT LOYAL LIKE DOGS,

BUT THEY'RE GOOD COMPANY.

BETTER COMPANY:

THAN YOUR WIFE?

JODY'S MY EX-WIFE.

SHE LEFT MANY YEARS AGO.

SHE RAN OFF WITH A HUSTLER

WHO SPENT ALL OF HER MONEY.

EXCUSE ME.MYMONEY.

- TILL I CUT HER OFF.

- AND THE BOY?

THAT'S CAMERON.

HE'S MY SON.

HEH. I DIDN'T WIN ANY PRIZES

IN THE PARENTING DEPARTMENT.

SHE'S GOT HIM SO MESSED-UP...

THAT HE WON'T EVEN WALK THROUGH

THE FRONT DOOR OF THE HOUSE.

NEVER?

NEVER.

THEY'VE ONLY BEEN

AROUND FOR A FEW WEEKS.

SHE SAYS SHE'S READY

TO RECONCILE.

WITH MY WALLET, I THINK.

JODY USED TO BE MY MUSE.

WHEN WE FIRST MET, WE WERE

LIKE BUTTERFLIES IN HEAT.

WELL, SHE LEFT,

AND SHE TOOK MY WINGS.

WRITER'S BLOCK.

TELL YOU WHAT, I'D SIT AROUND

FOR HOURS, DAYS SOMETIMES.

I USED TO FIDDLE AROUND WITH THIS

COMPUTER GAME THAT I WAS TINKERING WITH.

WELL, THANK YOU

FOR YOUR TIME, MR. FISKE.

HEY, UH-- LISTEN, UM...

I HAVE A DEADLINE,

BUT MY PUBLISHERS ARE

AFTER ME TO TURN IN AN OUTLINE,

BUT IF I FINISH BY

WEDNESDAY, THEN I'LL--

I'LL, UH-- I'LL DO YOUR

BOOK SIGNING FOR YOU, YES?

REALLY?

- WELL, IN THAT CASE,

- GET TO WORK.

HMM.

THANK YOU.

OH, THIS IS THE PART.

AH, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT.

WHAT AM I WAITING FOR?

FOR THE PICTURE:

TO COME BACK.

HOW 'BOUT WE TRY VOODOO AND

STICK HOT SKEWERS IN THE SET?

NO, IT'S NOT THE TV. IT'S THE DVD

PLAYER. I SPILLED COFFEE ON IT.

SO MUCH:

FOR OLD MOVIE NIGHT.

WELL, WE STILL HAVE

LOTS OF POPCORN.

I KNOW I'M GOING

TO REGRET THIS.

LET'S PLAYWHODUNNIT.

THE DORKY GAME:

FOR COMPUTER GEEKS EVERYWHERE.

WE WILL PLAY:

FOR 5 MINUTES,

MAKE FUN OF HOW LAME IT IS

UNTIL THE POPCORN IS GONE,

- OR DIE OF BOREDOM.

- I'M IN.

LET'S GIVE IT A TRY.

[GUNSHOTS]

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

LAME.

SO LAME.

Samantha:

THIS DOESN'T LOOK GOOD.

NO, NO, NO.

DON'T GO IN THERE.

DON'T LET HER GO

IN THERE.

[DOOR CREAKS]

Cassie:

HEY, TRY THE BRIDGE.

Cassie:

SEE, THERE'S THE GUY.

[CAT MEOWS]

LOOK OUT! HE'S GOT A GUN!

I SEE IT! I SEE IT.

THROW THE CAT AT HIM.

THROW THE CAT?

OH, YOU GO A BETTER IDEA?

[CAT MEOWS]

THROW IT!

Man:
AAH!

YEAH.

NICE.

Samantha:

I'M OPENING THE DOORS.

LOOK! THERE HE IS.

THERE HE IS.

DON'T LET HIM GET AWAY!

I'M GETTING HIM.

Man:
AAH!

Both:
OOH.

RIGHT IN THE EYE.

OH, THE GIRL'S GETTING AWAY!

OK, I GOT HER.

I GOT HER. I GOT HER.

OH, OH. HERE.

YOU DO IT.

YOU DO IT.

THERE, THERE, THERE.

OOH!

Cassie:
WOW.

NO, NO. NO WAY!

NO WAY THE MAYOR'S DAUGHTER

DID IT!

THE SLINGSHOT. IT WAS IN HER CABANA.

SHE MUST HAVE DONE IT.

OR-- OR UNLESS, THE METER MAID'S

TRAINED SQUIRREL PLANTED IT THERE.

I LOVE THIS GAME.

AND WE'RE ONLY ON LEVEL 3.

THERE ARE 31 MORE TO GO.

ALL RIGHT, LET'S DO LEVEL 4.

OH, IT'S 1:
00

IN THE MORNING.

- MM-HMM. I GOTTA GO.

- BUT WE JUST STARTED.

I AM HOSTING DONALD FISKE'S BOOK

SIGNING IN 17 HOURS, GIVE OR TAKE.

YEAH, YEAH, I'LL BE THERE.

OK, HOW DO I GET FINGERPRINTS

OFF A SQUIRREL?

HEY, SAMMY!

TRY MY GAME YET?

- HI, RANDY.

- HI. YOU TRY THE GAME?

UH, YEAH, BUT I REALLY

CAN'T TALK TO YOU RIGHT NOW.

BUT YOU LIKED IT, RIGHT?

AND DON'T TELL ME YOU DIDN' LIKE IT. EVERYBODY LIKES IT.

- JUST TELL ME YOU LIKED IT.

- IT'S GOOD.

IT'S REALLY GOOD.

SEE? TOLD YA. SO WHAT DO YOU THINK?

YOU'RE GONNA SELL IT?

YOU GOTTA SELL IT.

IT SELLS ITSELF.

LOOK, I PRINTED UP POSTCARDS

FOR THE, UH, MAILING.

DON'T WORRY. I'LL PAY

FOR THE POSTAGE, OF COURSE.

IS YOUR CUSTOMER

MAILING LIST COMPUTERIZED?

RANDY, RANDY.

I AM HAPPY TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT THIS,

BUT I HAVE DONALD FISKE'S

BOOK SIGNING IN 30 MINUTES.

WHAT?

NOTHING.

HE'S-- HE'S COMING HERE?

YOU OUGHTA STAY. I'M SURE

OLE FISKEY WILL BE HAPPY

TO SEE A FAMILIAR FACE.

I GOTTA GO.

I, UH-- I GOTTA PRINT UP

THE POSTERS.

I'M GOING TO PAPER

EVERY TELEPHONE POLE IN TOWN.

"COME TO MYSTERY WOMAN BOOKS,

THE EXCLUSIVE DISTRIBUTOR OFWHODUNNIT."

RANDY, DON'T DO THAT.

I HAVE NOT AGREED--

I'LL CALL YOU.

COME ON, BRADLEY. LET'S GO.

I'M THINK I'M GOING

TO HAVE TO TAKE A BREAK,

OR I WILL BE DICTATING

MY NEXT BOOK.

THANK YOU.

WELL, I WILL GET YOU

SOME FOOD.

OK. I THINK I'M GONNA GE MYSELF SOMETHING TO DRINK.

HELLO.

MR. FISKE.

I, UM, GOT YOU SOME SHU-FUNG GREEN TEA.

I READ IN AN OLD INTERVIEW

THAT IT WAS YOUR FAVORITE, SO...

I JUST WANTED A LAZY REPORTER

TO LOOK UP THE SPELLING.

OH.

DOESN'T MEAN I DON'T LIKE IT.

YOU KNOW, YOU'RE REALLY

TERRIFIC WITH YOUR FANS.

I'M SURPRISED THAT YOU DIDN' WANT TO DO THE BOOK SIGNING.

WHAT'S THIS?

OH, IT'S JUS A COMPUTER GAME.

WHODUNNIT?

IT'S ACTUALLY PRETTY GREAT.

I DIDN'T THINK I'D LIKE IT,

BUT ONCE YOU GET INTO IT,

IT'S GOT THESE GREAT CLUES

AND THESE WILD CHARACTERS.

I MEAN, IT'S NOT AS GOOD

AS A BOOK, OF COURSE,

BUT, UM-- THE GUY WHO DESIGNED IT,

HE WANTS ME TO SELL IT HERE, AND--

ACTUALLY, HE SAID THAT HE KNOWS YOU.

THE FELLOW WHO CREATED

THIS GAME?

YEAH, UH, HIS NAME IS--

OH!

EXCUSE ME.

Jody:
WHO PUT THIS TRAY

ON THE EDGE?

IT COULD'VE TAKEN OFF

MY TOE.

Fan:
WHOA, HEY!

Man:
YOU OK?

THIS IS DISGUSTING.

AREN'T YOU GLAD YOU

DIDN'T SERVE SLOPPY JOES?

- YES.

- [LAUGHS]

WHERE IS MY HUSBAND?

DID YOU CHECK THE AISLES?

- HE'S GONE.

- HE LEFT?

SHOCKED THAT MARRIAGE

DIDN'T LAST.

OUR GUEST OF HONOR LEF WITHOUT SIGNING ALL THE BOOKS.

YEAH. I WONDER

WHERE HE WENT.

CAMERON, HAVE YOU

SEEN YOUR FATHER?

NO.

WE'RE LEAVING.

HELLO?

ANYBODY HOME?

[POLICE RADIO SQUAWKS]

[SIREN WAILS]

JOHNSON AND ABERDEEN.

NINO, I WANT PICTURES

OF EVERYTHING IN THIS ROOM,

YOU GOT IT, BOSS.

ESPECIALLY THAT DESK.

GUYS, I WAN NICE, CLEAN PRINTS.

YES, MA'AM.

JUST TELL ME:

HOW YOU KILLED HIM.

I KEEP TELLING YOU,

I DIDN'T.

DOCTOR, DO YOU HAVE

THE CAUSE OF DEATH YET?

- LOOKS LIKE ASPHYXIA.

- SO YOU SUFFOCATED HIM.

NO. HE WAS LIKE THA WHEN I CAME IN.

I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THE GUY.

OH, REALLY?

WELL, MY WITNESS HEARS...

WHERE IS SHE?

MS. KINSEY, HOW ABOUT WE DON'T GO

AROUND CONTAMINATING THE CRIME SCENE?

LEAVE THIS UP TO

THE PROFESSIONALS.

IT'S A CRIME SCENE.

SIR, CAN I TURN

THIS COMPUTER OFF?

NO. WHAT'S ON STAYS ON.

JUST TAG IT.

AHEM. MS. KINSEY, PLEASE.

COMING, CHIEF.

SHE SAYS YOU TOLD HER

YOU DID KNOW FISKE,

EVEN BRAGGED ABOUT IT.

BECAUSE I WAS TRYING TO IMPRESS HER.

I WANTED HER TO SELL MY GAME.

HE'S PROBABLY

TELLING THE TRUTH.

HE REALLY DID WANT ME

TO SELL HIS GAME.

SORRY I'M LATE.

FILL ME IN.

THE WRITER IS DEAD,

AND I'M GETTING READY TO ARREST RANDY.

WHY?

HOW ABOUT YOU FOUND HIM

STANDING OVER THE DEAD BODY?

THAT DOESN'T PROVE ANYTHING. THE DOOR

WAS WIDE OPEN. ANYBODY COULD'VE COME IN.

WAIT A MINUTE. THIS GUY JUS LIED TO YOU ABOUT KNOWING FISKE,

AND NOW YOU'RE GONNA

VOUCH FOR HIM?

I AM JUS ASKING FOR THE FACTS.

THE FACTS? THIS GUY

JUST STRANGLED YOUR FRIEND.

DONALD FISKE:

WASN'T EXACTLY MY FRIEND.

I SAID ASPHYXIA,

NOT SUFFOCATION.

ASPHYXIA:

IS LACK OF OXYGEN.

WHICH CAN BE CAUSED

BY SUFFOCATION:

OR WHEN THE RESPIRATORY MUSCLES

ARE SIMPLY PARALYZED.

- HOW SIMPLY?

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