iMurders Page #3

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- 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.

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