Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A phone call from his supposedly dead wife.
I don't even know how it happened.
Home?
We don't help murderers. We don't help "murderers maybe."
You were on the phone with Bower...
...then need a reason when they discover they've made a mistake.
...that people who waste time thinking things through are afraid of life.
-Someone turn the heat down in here? -Don't give me that.
...but your wife died in that crash.
Married! Wonderful!
...I don't think the rest of us would put up with that crap inside.
-Why'd you do it? Revenge? -You haven't done nothing wrong.
Wasn't thinking about my sister at all.
well, I did.
Is she alive?
Well, not introduced really, but....
...or B, they got a hell of a WATTS line in heaven.
Please.
The issue here is, are we gonna help?
They're out there because they care about you.
...and tell me what you're doing here?
Did we lose her? We didn't lose her, did we?
...but she kept taunting me.
But, Mr. Bower, what you're saying, it doesn't make sense.
What do I have to do to make you leave? What? What?
....and us putting our hands in the air, I didn't catch your name.
Bower. James Bower.
Melissa, say something, will you?
What happened to her, Mr. Bower?
Look, all he did was try to bury her alive.
...knocking her down the steps and burying her body, passion?
She's been missing for about a week now.
I know what she sounds like.
-You like spontaneity? -Yes.
Don't you get it?
I did kill her.
...1s on to someone else anyway.
Either A, his wife is not dead...
I live next door.
Their summer house, a cabin in the woods.
-And what does that mean? -What does that mean?
Mr. Addison, Miss Hayes...
Clues, Maddie. We're looking for clues.
...kind of, I don't know....
-And when did this happen? -Saturday. Saturday night.
Hours were going by.
-I'm waiting. -We're private detectives.
Melissa, you have to believe me. You have to believe me.