Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-That's never happened before. -And it's not going to happen again.
-Thank you for seeing me. -Won't you have a seat?
Miss Hayes and Mr. Addison wanted the company's personnel files...
She did?
-Agnes. -You were right all along.
You? They don't even know you're alive.
Careful.
Thank goodness it's you. You gave us quite a scare.
-...kept asking me questions. -He's supposed to. You're a witness.
You'll feel a little tightness in the chest...
Yes. It was Father who taught me to dance.
It's a perfect alibi, wouldn't you agree?
But first, the main power source has to be off...
You two were in cahoots, gaslighting Margaret.
You're a visitor. You're an interloper.
It appears we have blown a fuse.
I mean, we just gave him a little something to do on the case.
This is research on the Renborn case.
I'm on my way, sir.
All what pictures?
...until she shot an innocent man who she happened to be in love with--
Bert?
You can get anything printed on a credit card.
...prostitution, opium smuggling--
Why don't I call her? We can have a chat.
Gets himself sedated and cruises the ozone without a care in the world.
You don't want my help?
...outsleuth you.
I must have been very close to the other side.
-Want a cigarette now? -Will you stop? What do we tell her?
Less time than it takes to grow a decent beard.
Anyway, they want me to get started on the McPheny case.
Well, it sure sounded like a woman's scream.
But reality is subjective.
It's cold in here.
Mrs. Renborn, whatever is on the other side of that door...
Well, Emily lived there until recently.
...from a Mrs. Renborn.
Bummer.
Mrs. Renborn must be loaded.
-Good afternoon. -Good afternoon. Please come in.
That's all.
You both have a severe tongue-lashing coming.
Be in touch as soon as possible.
I guess Miss Hayes and Mr. Addison recognize potential when they see it.
Barno followed.
How thoughtful.
-You're a temp. -Watch it.
Hello. Hello?
Oh, it's difficult to say.