Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, I could hardly drag myself away. [Chuckling]
George! Get me that idiot of a writer! I wanna talk to him now!
♪♪[Woman Continues Singing]
to catch this singer's act.
Hello. Oh, excuse her. The lady wants to be excused.
And I think I have it. It's Edmond Dantes, isn't it?
But Baxendale was discovered in your nephew's room.
Well, not if I can help it. Okay. Then I'll tell you what.
You can horn in on one of my cases anytime.
- Not funny, friend. - But accurate.
[Exhales] I realize this weekend didn't turn out quite the way we planned.
That's the way it works, lady. Up the street. Down the street.
Oh. Chief. Mr. Giles.
If you're here to audition, honey, come back tonight.
She works for the publishing company in public relations.
I was hoping we could have a nice little private chat.
Well, not everyone was convinced that I was dead.
Taxi! [Honking]
How delightful. I was totally fooled.
[Chuckling] Uh, come as what?
but I knew that, if the police ever started poking around his files,
Look, lady, to tell you the truth, I wanna get home. My feet are killin' me.
[Grunts]
Uh, yeah, Madge. The name's Caleb McCallum.
The fringes of civilization.
[Changemaker Clicking] [Jessica] Ah.
But it's all been arranged. They booked you on the Today show, David Letterman, Phil Donahue.
♪♪[Woman Singing Off-key, Indistinct]
He insists on interviewing you first thing Monday morning. Oh.
You mean when you and l... That's right.
Thirty dollars a ticket? [Chuckles]
I went out. I went to get some... fresh air.
I was in a blind rage. I took a gun and shot him.
with that famous writer... Miss Jennifer Fletcher.
I mean, how could he possibly have known that that costume was in the hall closet?
Afternoon, Mrs. Fletcher. Uh, Davis, do you mind dropping me off at headquarters?
Now, I believe that your private detective was the intended victim all along,
- Aunt Jess, that's police business. - At the moment, the police business seems to be convicting you of murder.
[Screaming] My God!
Grady, do me a favor, will you?
[Elevator Bell Dings]
Uh, 6:30, 7:00. Aunt Jess, what's going on?
Huh?
Now, you come along with me. We'll go to one of the upstairs bedrooms.
Now, where was it? I had it here someplace.
But l-I still don't...
♪You played a trick on my heart, honey ♪
it started spitting out last year's wholesale fish prices.
And you haven't seen Little Red Riding Hood either.
But the police investigated. There were no jets overhead Saturday night.
Baxendale took the Sherlock Holmes costume out of the front closet so he could mingle,
l-I couldn't wait to get out of this city, go back where I belong.
Thank you.
I suppose they think that a chief of police from a small town like me is in over his head.
[Jessica] Oh, I'm sure you didn't, Grady.
But I didn't disturb any evidence. Believe me.
And now I'm... I'm not exactly sure where that is.
Grady, did you get what we need? Well, not exactly.
Oh, you may turn me over to the local constable, Mr. Giles,
Are you sure? Absolutely.
Isn't that a coincidence? Grady's told me absolutely nothing about you.
I certainly wouldn't want to be your 13th.
[Gasps] Um, in about 20 minutes.
Accordin' to the witnesses, they didn't leave there till past 2:30 in the mornin'.
Peter and I have enjoyed a perfect partnership.
Lady, I'm not supposed to open the doors anyplace but a special stop, but for you...
I'm sorry. I think the police have already made up their minds.
Exact change, lady. Oh, but I don't have exact change.
You see, I'm not only gonna take your purse,
Despite the insanity that has surrounded our brief acquaintance,
Oh, Grady, if only I hadn't been such a terrible busybody.
Sir!
[All Chattering]
Well, surely she's not a suspect, is she?
You're investigating the murder of a private detective.
That's okay. It's my pleasure. Just give me your key.
Baxendale narrowed the list of suspects down to six.
Listen, Doc, if there's one thing I know about, it's the public taste buds.
If this is some kind of a sick joke...
[Footsteps Continue Approaching]