Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What do you mean, who was he? He's a guy.
No, I mean, I haven't seen much of him lately.
It's not like he pays by cheque.
Excuse me.
-...and went through his wallet? -What do you care?
You're clear?
"Maddie, I'm sorry to do this by letter, but there is no time for goodbyes."
David, you're hurt.
We've been making a lot of extra money.
You can too get a week off. You're just looking for excuses.
He's always mumbling. He must be under a lot of stress.
Just make sure the reward money gets over here.
Sit down. Please, Toby, come on, sit.
Who says it's hard to believe? Who's the client?
You're sorry?
I know what that means. You're wondering if something's bothering me.
Yes?
You saw her, all right. Are you a friend of hers?
-Anything? -Anything.
Tomorrow night, tomorrow night.
I think he just knows stuff, you know.
I got no place to go and everybody knows you're alone.
Any luck on that parking ticket?
What? A television show?
Wait a minute. I'm all right, I'm all right. Wait a second.
-I have to see him, my source.... -He's gotta sign these....
Me.
You've got your let's-have-a- meaningful-conversation face on.
You cracked a case for the police?
Jerry? Jerry?
-Maddie-- -Very amusing. Very funny, David.
Maybe I better take the call.
-What's he pay you for an all-nighter? -A thousand dollars.
I mean, I don't think he gives orders and I know he doesn't carry them out.
Well, I get the message. You resent our conversation the other night...
You're gonna die...
Hey.
-It's been a year. -You're right.