Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And the pool's some distance from the house.

The girls and I tried it last Friday, and, honestly, it isn't very good.

[Object Rattles] [Wind Blowing]

I really wrote it, well, for my own enjoyment, I guess...

But the captain's got himself another bunkmate.

Oh, dear. I was sure I brought more cash with me.

Several people were killed.

Mrs. Fletcher, you've just made this the worst Sunday I've spent in 10 years.

Well, it's funny, you know. This past week or so,

[Giles] Please don't worry.

Sonic boom. We've got an airport a few miles down the road.

Thanks, Chief. And anytime you're in Maine,

to divert suspicion from yourself.

- Nope. The job's fine. - Oh, what a relief.

Yes, well, you see, I've had only two hours sleep.

Your stuff is always wonderful, glorious, terrific!

It was chilly, so the windows were closed.

Jess, the night of the party, it was overcast.

Wh-What is she talking about? I'm so sorry. I should have told you.

The guy got his face blown off with a 12-gauge.

We need to know the names of the people from whom the company bought the properties.

Someone had reason to kill Baxendale.

I'll see what I can work out. [Handset Clatters]

but you needn't concern yourself with me.

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They can get somebody else. No. The truth is, I want to go back.

You must be a real book lover. To whom shall I inscribe them?

Sign me out, will you, Tom? Sure thing.

Look, this is silly. I've paid your cab driver and let him go.

It was Mr. Baxendale on the phone, wasn't it?

Another time, a different place, we might have had something.

Oh, but that's ridiculous.

Yes. I've heard all I need to hear. Thank you so much, Miss Devine.

Are you sure you wanna go there? Oh, yes.

Yeah, I know, but it's a job requirement. Please, lady, take a seat.

You know, I'm damned if I know why. [Laughing]

Precisely. Those six people were very carefully watched, as you know...

Well, with a little help from Louise McCallum.

I told him you left for Pago Pago and weren't expected back till the turn of the century.

Baxendale's surveillance took him to that party on Saturday.

you were able to weave into your story line.

We're the refreshment committee. From the P.T.A.

The police have just pinpointed the time of death.

Now, I want to look around her office.

They went on at 8:00. When do they shut off?

[Object Clatters, Faint]

Why? Why? Well, because...

[Vehicle Approaching]

I feel worse, and I'm in no mood for a lecture.

Would she have taken that report, do you think?

How do, ma'am? I hope you're enjoying your stay.

Folks don't go around gettin' half their heads blown off for no reason.

It was all my nephew's idea. Hey, isn't that something?

How's the chief holding up?

I've got my wallet here someplace. Oh, here we are.

She has those subpoenas printed up herself. [Laughing]

We can't let that beautiful dress be ruined.

I vaguely remember driving away last evening.

Oh, how silly of me. Here I am explaining your play to you.

All right. I'm having some trouble in my, uh... in my business...

To what do I owe this great pleasure?

And, you know, frankly, except for you and Kit Donovan,

and I suggest that you scour his records to find some connection...