iMurders Page #6

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Then think.

I love you.

I know.

I'm stuck.

On what?

On something

I've never told you about before.

- May I join you, Miss Mulroney?

- Absolutely, Michael.

I thought you might care

for a caf au lait.

- Oh, that's very nice of you.

- How about a bite of my sandwich?

- Gerald!

- Yes, Michael?

- I was wondering if you could

- stand in for me tomorrow?

- Which class?

- History of the American Novel.

- And what are you currently lecturing on?

The "lost generation," of course--

specifically Hemingway's vivid

portrayal of it in "A Movable Feast."

- Hedonist.

- You're just jealous.

- You owe me one.

All right.

So how are you handling

your course load?

I think I'm handling it quite well.

- Don't you?

- Allie, please.

We're right out here in the open.

Relax, Michael.

There is no one around.

You are dangerous...

- ...and I like it.

I really like it.

So I presume everything is

set for tomorrow?

Yes, Michael.

lf I'm one thing, I'm thorough.

Thorough and predatorial, l'd say.

Mmm. I just love

doing your dirty work.

Well, dirty is your specialty,

isn't it, darling?

- You bastard.

- Allie, please.

I know that you've done

a lot for me these past few weeks,

but I assure you--

when this is over

you and I shall have

an eternity to play.

You know, Michael,

I don't really have any doubts

about our future together.

'Cause if not, I'm not going

to be the one who needs to worry.

- Mmm.

- Absolutely predatorial.

- That's my girl.

- Hey, everybody.

- Hi there, sugar.

Well, I don't know

about the rest of you,

but I'm just dying to get started.

Me too. But I was wondering--

now that Mark is gone,

how is he going

to monitor the game?

Huh. I didn't think of that.

But remember--

he's everywhere.

Why so quiet, Sassy?

Sorry. I'm here.

So how are

we going to play the game?

Ah.

- Hello there, baby.

- Nice try.

Bravo. I was wondering

how you were going to play this.

So now you're

the MysteryRightr, huh?

I love a man with a good mind.

Oh no, don't be like that.

You know, you're slipping, sport.

What if somebody's already said

the magic word

that seals their fate?

Hi.

I just-- I just wondered

if my handsome husband

wanted to take

a break from chatting

- and get some dessert?

- Certainly, dear.

- Now?

- I'll be right out.

Don't be too long.

- What did I miss?

- It's Velvet.

She's a goner.

Good. Two down, five to go.

It happened again.

- What?

- Huh. How would you put it?

Destructive behavior.

Therapy.

I'm not sure those

two can be achieved simultaneously.

Maybe not.

What is it that

you never told me before?

I might be ready.

Then explain.

It's noises--

sounds, voices.

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