Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Do you really say that?

There goes your theory of mistaken identity.

I'll wait for you here, and I'll drive you back to the city off the meter.

Once more... what are you doing here?

Well, I'm sorry you guys didn't hit it off.

Hello! It's Grady, Aunt Jess.

guaranteed to take the spots off of a leopard.

He had access, ma'am. And so, I'm sure, did Miss Vickers.

these days have been very special to me.

They got off free, and I was sentenced to 15 years in prison.

We open tomorrow night. I don't intend to close the night after.

And it was stolen from his office early Friday morning.

automatic lights, appliances.

Oh, and Mr. Giles is that stuffed shirt in the three-piece suit...

The report was a phony, of course.

The point is, the murder occurred at 11:15.

Dumpty is the name, Miss Fletcher.

Those Yalies are big fans of yours. Oh, I adore them.

[Police Radio: Woman Dispatcher] Yo, Jim, this is Central.

You find yourself a scapegoat, and then you mold your facts to fit the case.

[Elevator Bell Dings]

A thief? What are you talking about?

They can be terribly painful.

Now, you really must excuse me.

And need I remind you? The Enquirer will have a field day.

Uh, Bayview? Baytown?

to sit his little fanny at the piano and play something for us?

When society seeks confidential assistance,

[Vehicle Horn Honks]

[Snoring Continues]

So nice to meet you, Tom. Ma'am. Ma'am? Excuse me, ma'am. Ma'am?

A private chat. So, what's the problem?

I'd be delighted to. Thank you, sir.

and I'm miserable.

At the time of that detective's untimely demise,

Hope I'm not disturbin'... Afternoon, Mrs. Fletcher.

Well, Mrs. Fletcher, good morning. Daniel, how nice to see you.

[No Audible Dialogue] And he turned and he said something very strange.

Yes. As a matter of fact, I gave her a sedative.

There is no need to be boorish.

I left back in New York.

The people of your city make me feel the same way.

Without me, the whole thing falls apart.

Well, he's a political hack, Mrs. Fletcher.

Two, three, four. I don't suppose you'd take a credit card.

Except for the fact that your nephew is off the hook.

It's still too long.

[Chuckles] Well, in that case, I'd probably call it a wallflower.

I'll search the office, and you check the records. What?

The captain wasn't particularly well loved.

[Laughing] Look, my boss is giving a party. Your boss is a guest.

You know, Preston, you and I are standing about 25 feet apart.

you let me cook you up some lobster stew.

- Oh, yes, ma'am. - [Engine Starts]

We'll meet him in 15 minutes at the restaurant across the street.

Why would I do a thing like that? I don't even know you.

Did I misread you so badly? Of course not.

The murderer was just rectifying his earlier mistake.

I'm gonna give ya a free blood test.

Well, not until I know that Grady's all right.

I loved your book. Why, thank you.

Well, actually, no.

Good night. Oh!

For a few minutes anyway. Thanks so much.

The bodies of two dead wrestlers were found this morning at Madison Square Garden.

You J. - - You-You J.B. Fletcher?

I got the same message.

Pectin, it's very good for the complexion. You look very gray.

Meet me outside the hotel at 7:00.

And then on Monday, if you still want to go back home,

Uh, not yet. What is it? What are you trying to prove?

♪ He was the king that brought her to ruin ♪

Hey, lady, you sure you want this house?

[Vehicle Horn Honks] What's your hurry?

See you back in New York, Aunt Jess. Bye-bye.

I'll put you on this train personally.

I certainly hope that your boy gets that scholarship. Thank you, ma'am.

Mr. Brill, tell me about the stolen information...

This information is about proposed sites for my chowder houses.

[Birds Chirping]

Well, I'll be a son of a...

I didn't come here to be wined and dined.

Mr. Cellini, I just love the show. It's so... mystifying.

I found your manuscript, and I read it. I hope you don't mind.

not unless he'd overheard the conversation between the doctor and the priest.

Shh! Oh, for heaven's sakes, Grady. There's no one here.

What happened? Accident? Oh, nothing serious.

I'm only sure that someone has to do something.

Fine. Is that it? Well, not quite.

After two years, I managed to escape.

[Exhales] I'm a pampered rich man who does nothing for himself,

But what about Miss Vickers? We're looking into it.

If he wasn't so busy, l... Oh, no matter, Kit.

and two sets of suspects,

Well, Mr. McCallum, suppose you tell us who the corpse was in the pool...

I never saw that report before or that detective.

Yes, it's me. A little hard to see.

You could have been arrested for trespassing. Yes, but I think I've got the connection.