Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You didn't actually think you could get away with drugging Teddy and having that man fake an injury?

Please, Mrs. Fletcher.

Teddy is! Only Marcus Boswell can fire me.

That's ridiculous. Yes, of course it's ridiculous,

I wish you'd stop calling yourself old.

Somebody deeply in debt...

Bicycle clip. Plain, ordinary bicycle clip.

Everyone would connect the murder with the attempt on Teddy.

Oh, well, this old gray looks just about my speed.

- Do you own a bicycle? - Yes, I do. So do lots of other people.

[Doorbell Chiming]

[Crickets Chirping]

Now, the Sheriff has Spencer's confession.

Potts, stop acting like a damned hillbilly.

to command Teddy to push the button.

A quiet meeting that night, a few drinks, some promises, a blow on the head...

Well, let's get down to business.

I hope I don't sound too much like a schoolteacher.

Is there something stirring underneath that unique haircut of yours?

Come in out of your fantasy world and face your problems,

Tom, what's it like managing a dog's finances?

Mrs. Fletcher, I have little use for theories, private or otherwise.

Fact is, we found it down near the driveway.

It was a safe disguise.

[Chuckling] Back again. Just like clockwork.

[Tom] Found the horse yet? He's halfway to the next county by now,

Sure needs a lady's touch. It is Will, isn't it?

[Jessica] The bandage. I thought so.

You're not my employer... either of you.

three owls were seen in a black oak tree.

I guess he just got carried away with the excitement, Ms. - -

Ah, you already asked me that once, ma'am.

[Chuckling] Oh.

Tell him I'm tied up, please.

Well, how about a toast for later?

The day he goes, honey, so do you.

Well, we simply have no proof one way or the other.

Now, I believe that the call was the same one that Mr. Barnes heard.

Even Teddy's sensitive ears couldn't hear it this time.

[Sighs] Ladies, never, never...