Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Tom? Eh, good morning.

and saw someone outlined against the headlights.

is gonna know that this dog is no pussycat.

I've got the only key.

Now, my... my friends and neighbors know me better than that.

Sharing the cottage with her cousin.

but it might take a lot of years in court to prove it.

[Buzzing] Drunk again.

It was only later that you interpreted...

I had a flat on the way over here. I guess I got some grease off the jack.

I heard a car horn, so I looked out.

Are we having a good fight? Echo, why don't you go play with your electronic toys like a good little girl?

You'll get off lightly if you confess to fraud.

But no one spoke into the intercom.

[Chuckling] You know, I never realized a hunt breakfast...

Trish! Get up! Get up!

No. Well, I'm not sure.

So, someone leaving here would have to pass you on their way?

[Whispering, Indistinct]

They do not believe one word of this poppycock.

Oh, dear, Mr. Boswell. You have a nasty grease mark on your trousers.

You know, "Teddy, push! Good boy." No, it's too risky.

Great honor to meet a world-famous writer.

Just what are you suggesting, foul play?

[Birds Twittering On Intercom]

the whole shebang...

Tom, meet Jessica Fletcher. She's here for a visit.

I went to a lot of trouble putting this little show together,

They're all dressed up with nobody to chase.

But you know how it feels.

Like I told you, just some crickets. And a night bird calling.

That's fancy talk, ma'am. But it only adds up to one thing... you're kin.

Barnes went out to pick her up.

so don't get any funny ideas.

If you think you're going to chase me away, Trish, you're wrong.

Just trying to soften up your cousin with a few drinks.

Now, please, go into the hall, Will,

And Mrs. Fletcher, thank you so much for your help.

Now, for the motive. Fifteen million dollars worth of it...

You're always making fun of me. How am I supposed to get any work done?

will never get away with framing that dog.

Ahh, if I were 30 years younger.