Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Very well, Mr. Mason.

( puts drink down )

It had great promise.

I hear angels singing.

Saves us the trouble of listening to it.

Well, ten to one, it ain't a hamburger.

( suspenseful theme playing )

has nothing to do with our murder case.

For I submit that every Royce play you produced

Now, Mr. West... ( sighs )

From whom did you get this money?

on the subject sufficient to enable him to--"

belonging to all kinds of people.

Well, we could use one of the dressing rooms.

( indistinct chatter )

No. None of it.

at about, um, 6:00 tonight.

Mm, artistic flops? ( scoffs )

the morning after Mr. Brooks gave you his check

Oh, wait a minute.

I will stipulate that all facts

about flaming hamburgers on a sword?

Uh, Mr. Mason. Thank you.

We'll have to wait until morning.

Well, shall we get to the business at hand?

"When do I get the last act?'

It was when he was brought here by Ernest Royce

All right, quiet, please.

Forced me to give him money...

"Eat the best from East to West."

I don't have to do anything, Ernie.

Unless he was in the last act.

I'm such a nasty person in the play.

And if he may quote Shakespeare,

Now, what was in this old, forgotten grave

Personally, I'd say whoever killed Royce

And I can tell you now...

I heard you tell Ernie Royce you'd be back last night.

Anything else, John?

Both corpses have been buried,

But this time I do.

including a plastic mold of the bullet

You were kidding

It was a long time ago.

ROYCE ( on tape ): What are you in such a rush for?

Well, it's too late. The banks are closed.

all excited about nothing, Jim.

An advance on his royalties.

that I find most distasteful.

I turned it all over to John Gifford, the producer.

He's Mr. Gifford's business manager.

What is becomes what was...

But he'd probably kill you first.

With nothing more important than this.

You'll rewrite my part the way I want it.

That was also Mr. Gifford's first production.

If it please the court, I agree with defense counsel,

( jazzy theme playing )

Defendant's Exhibit A for identification.

Please, Mr. Gifford, the gun.

Why you doing it?

I don't remember.

contrary to their natural destiny.

But he knew I couldn't kill.

at a less busy time.

It would be the wrong word, Mr. Gifford.