Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yes, but what would I say? I'd just make a fool of myself.
Grady was with Kit Donovan.
Oh, and believe me, Mr. Giles can't wait to meet you. Oh.
whose identity had not been divulged by authorities."
I enjoy yours better.
What's the matter, Kit? In the pool! In the pool!
Grady, I'm not coming back to this city. Not next month. Not next year.
- I guess. - The police believe that Mr. Baxendale was shot by mistake,
Well, I'm sure he didn't want to be seen.
And third, have you also checked the bank accounts?
Oh, now stop this fiddle-faddle. A young man's future is in dire jeopardy...
Oh, I love that outfit. Who are you supposed to be tonight... Rhett Butler?
That's what I got. Oh, then you must try some of our ointment.
- It's Grady. He's been arrested. - Arrested? For what?
Oh, yes. [Coughing]
Jess! In God's name, where have you been? We've been worried sick.
No one deserves killing.
Jess, are you all right? Oh, better now that you're here.
aware of a confidential report that I'd received.
[Inhales] Between church and football...
- George, I want to get off. - You just got on.
Oh, please don't... Please don't go. Not just yet.
Is that so? Now, that private detective was discovered on the second floor.
[Exhales]
And you assume that Grady is the thief?
Take care. [Mouthing Word]
Hey, mama, you lookin' for somethin'? Excuse me.
It's some joke, huh? Oh, no, no.
I want you to meet some real people...
- Caleb's murder proves that. - Sure does.
In the cab, after you'd retained the lawyer,
You know, Mrs. J.B. Fletcher, you could be a very disruptive influence in my life.
And don't forget to write to me and let me know how it worked.
Oh, you're quite welcome, Chief.
That's terrific. Look, I gotta go. The captain's called a meeting.
I expect the deed to be done in my parlor. [Chuckles]
You wanna try it? It just takes a clear eye and a steady hand.
- Escort this gentleman to his car. - Sure thing, Mr. Giles.
Well, I'm not.
I mean, how do we know for sure that anyone intended to kill Baxendale?
Oh, fiddle-faddle! Mr. Baxendale was a detective, not a mind-reader.
Get back here, mama.
They didn't bother to investigate it because they thought it was a sonic boom.
You see the little things, the inconsistencies.
If not,
♪♪ [Arpeggio]
It is never inappropriate to wish the world a little ill will.
Oh, Mrs. Fletcher, please. I wish you'd reconsider.
Uh! Oh! Taxi! [Tires Screeching]
They won't say, but I think they need your help. Help from me?
What is it? What's the matter? What's wrong? No, Louise.
like the Count of Monte Cristo...
Well, actually, I never suspected that my book would be published.
It gave me the goose bumps. Oh, yes.
"The internationally known fast food king was accompanied by a young woman...
I do like you... a great deal.
Yes.
Can't be too careful, you know?
And as for my wife, Louise, we have a prenuptial agreement.
I've got a... I've got a 4:30 reservation on the train.
Preston, even if I could bring myself to believe that,
Well, to recap, fast food mogul Caleb McCallum is dead at 58,
Or, more specifically, Preston,
No problem. You folks can take all the time you want.
Not a chance. According to the police,
Caleb!
Ha ha! That should clear the room nicely. Bah! Humbug!
The question is, did the killer know that he was? What?
Whereas with you, sweet thing, the oblivion of Morpheus...
♪ Bah, humbug ♪
Hello, operator?
No, but don't tempt me.
But that's the trouble. I don't know where it's going.
Very good, Mr. Baxendale. I'm almost sorry I'm throwing you out.
[Chuckles] I didn't think you'd go away happy.
And out the back way, please. I'd rather not disturb our guests.
I gave it to a friend of mine who showed it to Coventry House, and...
A young lady from the party... one of the guests... was with me.
Well, Mrs. Fletcher, nice to see you again. Hello, Daniel.
Jane, I have to talk to the accountants.
This weekend, before the trouble,
This is my aunt visiting from Maine.
How else do you explain television?
You're in no condition. Leave me alone! For God's sake, leave me alone!
Do you really think it'll come to that... a trial?