iMurders Page #5

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- Yeah, well,

that club where

you were attacked may settle.

What?

Well, we've got better experts.

We can show

that their security system failed.

A standard metal detector

should've picked up his knife.

Well, that's fu--

he should be paying me.

Yes. He caused your injuries.

"Injuries"?!

This isn't just an injury!

My face was my living!

It was everything!

Now look at me!

Well, now we've got over $1 million

coming to us from that dance club.

As a matter of fact, I'm going

out of town to execute the settlement.

Lindsay's voice:
No! No!

No. No no no no!

No.

It is your fault.

Why weren't you here?

Why weren't you here?

It is your fault.

Got milk?

I heard rumors of cookie famine

running rampant

on this side of the hallway.

I figured I would do my part.

Well, I-- I think we've

got it handled on this side.

- Thanks.

- Well-- wait. Are you kidding me?

These are 100% Grade A

fresh-out-of-the-oven

Angelo's cookies.

Most tenants would give their eye teeth

for a couple of these puppies

but I came to you.

This should at least

earn me an introduction.

- You want to come in?

- I would love to.

The place is a little--

let me just-- we had a--

- a party-- birthday--

- No, it's-- it's nice.

Oh, that's funny.

The cleaning lady was arrested,

and she never came back.

- Ah. Don't you hate when that happens?

- It's a long story.

So across the hall

you're from, yeah?

- Your name?

- Oh, I'm Joe... Romano.

- Joe?

- Yeah.

- See? That wasn't so hard.

- Mm-hmm.

Another potential disaster avoided.

- Wow, that's a big one. Mmm.

- Yeah.

- Wow.

- Good, huh?

- That is good.

- Thanks.

- I'm Sandra.

- I'm still Joe.

Oh.

Like I said-- eye teeth.

- Oh, this is beautiful.

- Whoa whoa whoa! Don't touch that!

- Sorry.

- It's all right. I just--

I don't want to scare you or anything,

it's just that it's wet

and a client's coming

by to pick it up in about an hour.

Oh, it's okay.

- How long have you been doing this?

- Not-- not too long.

- Yeah, since I retired.

- Retired?

You're a little young to be retired.

What did you do?

Yeah, well,

I'm not that young, but...

You know, Sandra, I--

I'm up to my eye teeth here in work,

and I don't want

to be rude or anything,

but I've just-- I'm really busy.

It's okay. I understand.

Only so much hospitality

I can take in one day anyway.

Enjoy.

I didn't mean to be rude, I'm just--

- No.

- Thank you again.

- Hey.

- Sorry, my ears aren't really picking up

- the a**hole frequency today.

- I was a cop...

before I retired.

It's painful.

The sixes?

No. That's a relief.

Tell me about what they mean.

No.

I'm not ready.

I'm not sure.

I need to think.

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