Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He made enough money to stage a modest comeback,
I'm makin' it your business.
♪ I was your lucky boutonniere ♪
My book? Oh, of course I don't mind.
♪ Bring on the sleet and ice up the street ♪♪
Don't see as how we have much choice,
You're what? A private investigator.
Surely not business on a Saturday night?
Grady is fine. Karl Teretsky is having him released.
I'm sorry, Peter, but at those prices, off-Broadway is off my budget.
Wait here. Grady?
Ever since I entered this room,
Well.
So, uh, you know, just keep yourselves available. That's all for right now.
Miss, uh... Mrs. Fletcher. This is Mrs. Hoey, in charge of punch.
Do you want to be arrested for murder?
This is Preston Giles. What can I do for you?
What, with snoopin' around in the upstairs bedrooms?
Jess.
Oh, thank God! I'm just fine.
while you were washing out my dress.
[Laughing]
Well, she's being questioned just right at this very moment.
Just sign your name and the date, honey. This is just an investment.
We're checkin' the fingerprints.
I may be a small town cop, but I know my job. Do you, Chief? I wonder.
Hold it, mister! Stay right there.
- Oh, yeah? - Listen, honey.
it's worth a lot more than a few bucks on a meter.
And I say no, thank you.
Suppose you tell me what happened here last night, Mr. Giles.
That's the same distance the killer was from Sherlock Holmes when he was shot.
And no-nobody heard a shot. From a 12-gauge shotgun?
at sunup, next to the lake.
Mr. Brill has been very unsuccessful for several years,
this is my favorite day of the week.
[Shotgun Blast]
♪ He gave her dictation and a place to stay ♪
Well, I don't know about that. I left the party early.
Grady, what time does your office close?
Jessica, are you really going to be on television? I'm afraid so.
Chief. I've got auditions for a new show. I've gotta be in town by this evening.
too fast for a widow woman from Maine.
The fact is that I never intended to have the book published.
So, let's hear it. Chief, really, this is none of my business.
Roger, is that you?
[Whispering] Grady!
I'm mortified by my behavior. I've come to beg your forgiveness.
Petey. Petey, I'll be seein' ya. [Muttering]
Uh, there's a lot to see.
- What is it? What have you figured out? - I'm not sure.
So that sonic boom was the sound of the shotgun. Ah. 11:15.
George. George, will you sharpen up that last cue.
- My card. - You still haven't answered my question. What are you doing here?
Yes, I suppose tomorrow would be soon enough to start.
Well, I don't. Oh.
Good night now.
You got the dough for this thing, right?
It's her I'm worried about. She's crazy.
You have a rare gift for murder.
Except for me.
considerin' she's your only alibi. [Sighs]
Oh, thanks, but, no. I just spent several hours across the street...
totally convinced she's written half the novels in the Library of Congress.
Now just off the top of your head, how long would you say he'd been dead?
[Chuckling] Jessica! Oh, Mrs. Fletcher!
[Clock Ticking]
You know, uh, I don't think there's anybody here right now.
There's nothing to reconsider, dear.
♪ She was the queen of office sweethearts ♪
[Loud Crash] Oh. What was that?
It's so hard to imagine Louise a murderer.
I want a charter plane waiting for me at Teterboro ready to go when I arrive.
Well, thank you for calling.
Hey, I wasn't. Honest.
He starts next September 4. Oh.
Daniel! Daniel.
I didn't kill my husband.
the shot was fired from 25 feet away, no more.
Grady? Well, what's the matter?
Yes, of course.
[Fall Board Slams]
Uh, whatever made you think the uncle is the killer? Well, isn't he?
Roger, please!
Hello! Captain Caleb?
Why, thank you, I think.
and I promised I'd take her class for her.
I don't think it's fair to reveal the identity of the murderer. What's the difference?
You know, I don't even think I'm gonna write another book.
Just so you understand... [Sniffs]
Yes. Marvin, your client's talent is exceeded only...
He was more than likely waitin' for a chance to come down here and talk to me privately.
What did I promise you? A quiet little weekend?
Oh, I must hurry. I've got a phone call to make. Kit.
And you did kill him, for the same reason...
[Screaming]
A hotshot detective, third grade, had a hunch that I was still alive.