Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Suppose the killer thought it was Captain Caleb.
has to have some connection, directly or indirectly, with Ashley and her contact.
You go do what you gotta do, and I'll be here readin' the paper. All right?
Talk about what? I thought I made it clear.
You've never dreamed, and it's about time you did.
Chief, the party was noisy.
dependin' on who the killer thought he was killing.
flat against the wood.
- You remember him... Peter Brill. - Peter?
Where's the captain? Oh, he's terminating skeets with extreme prejudice.
You see, not only did I read it,
[Man] Pull!
I'm sorry, honey, but we're just dying in here.
[Weeps]
Immediately. Please.
Grady, tell her, dear.
Oh, Grady, don't pout. I'll call him from Cabot Cove.
Apples. Yes. Um, thank you.
All right, young man. That's quite enough.
Half the country had reason to kill him. The other half didn't know him.
But of course you do. I followed her here last night.
The-The chief won't let the wife identify. It's just as well.
Jess, honestly.
You find out who that fella in the pool is?
Jess, for God's sake, you're not serious?
I, for one, Mrs. Fletcher, was delighted by the feminist thrust...
You want some advice? I'd stay out of this neighborhood, Mrs. Fletcher.
Midnight, but what's the point?
Hmm. I hired the man. He was workin' for me.
Does this bus go to the same place as that bus up ahead?
[Toughs Muttering, Indistinct]
yet now he has the funds to mount a new show.
From Maine.
Hammerstein. Even worse.
Oh, you're probably right.
Yes, Preston. I-I'm going back.
Whatever you like to play, dear, dear Peter.
That's why you dressed Baxendale up in the Sherlock Holmes outfit...
but I'm glad we let your nephew and Kit find their own way out here today.
And back with more of your calls right after this word... [Inaudible]
Aunt Jess? You all right?
♪You made my love disappear ♪
Something wrong?
We were beginning to hit it off much too well.
and the canonization of the mundane.
[Elevator Bell Dings] Grady!
♪♪[Lounge]
Oh, I see. You were forcing your traitor to act quickly.
That New York gumshoe was no Sherlock Holmes. Ah, but he was, Chief.
Aunt Jess, it could be dangerous.
It's just that, uh... Well, you seem a little out of sorts.
Are you sure she caught the train? Positive.
You know, over the past several years,
Oh, Preston! I'm so angry! I don't know whether to scream or cry.
Really, really. I couldn't put it down.
Now, Grady's account, I know it's... it's anemic.
Well, if, uh, you need anything, you just let me know.
If Mr. Brill believes we're ganging up on him, it could be very unproductive. I think I'll get further on my own.
Look, I'm having a little party at my place in the country over the weekend.
Could I just get one answer from you, ma'am?
A very persistent reporter from the New York Times.
seems to be a perpetual state of mind.
she brought it back to New Holvang.
and how come he was wearin' your costume.
Then the bus will sit there till you do.
All my employees know that I am Cap'n Caleb's Chowder Houses, okay?
Now, second, if Grady were the thief, his fingerprints would have been all over that report.
Oh, yes. Uh, three quarters.
There was no moon. It was pitch-dark out here.
fatally shot several times in the chest.
I know what you mean. Believe me. It took me years to get used to this town.
You have to look "now," "with it." Au courant.
Do you have any idea what it costs to get a new production mounted?
Yes, ma'am.