Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But why would I kill the man? I didn't even know him.
We'll catch the second act tomorrow with everyone else.
I don't much care for the people either. Even Preston Giles?
- And stupid to boot. - That so?
New Holvang? Are you sure?
I mean, in that costume, the killer may have been after you.
[Whispering] All right. Ashley's office is at the end of the corridor on the left. Why are you whispering?
[Sighs] Grady, it's only 8:15. I hate parties.
A very persistent reporter from the New York Times.
to make the police think that the killer had intended to kill Caleb.
Aw, gee, lady, I don't know. It was the end of the shift, and I was on my way home.
Uh, listen.
Chief, did Mr. Giles tell you about last night's intruder?
If anyone had been outside, they could have heard the shot.
There you are. I rest my case.
He's not the man in the pool, is he?
That's weak, Mrs. Fletcher. That's very weak.
Yeah, as a matter of fact, he is the killer. [Chuckling]
Yeah, yeah, I know. Guys at my job are supposed to have a problem someplace else.
You know, like some people needlepoint or paint.
but facts are facts.
[Ticking] [Man Snoring]
Ah! You got it. Are-Are we through here?
However, in this case, I think he does have his facts correct.
Mrs. Fletcher, what about your luggage?
♪When you tucked me up your sleeve ♪
Look, l... I was just filling time after your uncle died.
But, like a good host, you offered to put her up anyway.
[Grady] "McCallum had registered at the inn shortly after 10:30.
[Paper Rustles] All right. I'll be there as soon as possible.
[Crying] Then when I realized... When I read that newspaper...
Well, any requests? How about you, Doctor?
I know. I want... I want to get off.
Grady will be exonerated one way or the other.
Maybe I'm old-fashioned, but I don't have much use for city life.
[Snoring]
No, no, no, no. Doctor, off-Broadway. Off-Broadway, my friend.
Bye.
Nonsense. You arrived in style. You'll go back the same way.
that detective would have had to be wearing soft rubber-soled shoes.
Charmed. Charmed. Somebody slipped you a copy of the script, right?
with dozens of melodic gems from my incomparable repertoire.
This is Jessica Fletcher.
And then... Yes?
[Weakly] Yes.
There. What'd I tell you? Aunt Jess!
Even off-Broadway doesn't come that cheap.
Because they may be following me. I can't be sure.
With this much light, there couldn't have been a mistake.
You're supposed to be on your way to Maine. What are you doing here?
[Man] House lights!
Oh, my goodness. Eight copies.
The killer saw the costume and assumed that McCallum was in that costume.
the finger of suspicion will point equally at each of your guests.
I'm afraid so.
Well, we live with them because we have to.
Preston, wait.
Yes, Marvin. I got the dough.
then lured Grady out to the pool area.
Do you eat apples? What?
They were lying in the middle of the ring.
Now scoot. I'll be fine.
They're talking about a movie deal, but don't get your hopes up.
So... [Clears Throat]
What do you mean you won't need them?
Or, at least, I have been.
Oh! [Crying] Jessica?
What do you mean? Don't you remember, at the party,
You don't suppose he could have found that report in Ashley's room?
Chief, why did they arrest Louise McCallum?
What are you talking about? You look great.
You're very kind. I know. I'm a real prince.
Does it tickle? [Chuckling] Just a little.
He's putting in his time till he gets his pension.
Can you follow that bus?
[Both Laughing] ♪♪[Piano Fanfare]
I suppose you're part of that crowd that's tryin' to get rid of me.
Seems that Baxendale had a reputation as a cheap blackmailer. What's that got to do with Grady?
Gunderson is an incompetent fool!
These publicity junkets, they come with the territory.
[Footsteps Running Away]
♪Then he gave her a royal... ♪♪
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