Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mmm, yes. Well, actually, Ms. Fletcher,
Dr. Sam, I don't think Billy Don wants me to get well.
Yes. Well, l-I'll see what I can do.
You know, I could get you a couple of hundred thousand easy. Oh, I'm sure you could.
Excuse me, Doctor. Yes?
Well, Mr. Porter, the important issue is not money,
Frances Ashea... Good afternoon.
Thank you. Is that why you're here, Lieutenant... a sympathy call?
Well, it's not the money. It's just the principle.
You can't arrange bail for that man. He's too dangerous.
Bailed him out of four malpractice suits before they ever got to trial.
That's odd. Why would his keys be outside?
Well, the worst part is gonna be the itching.
No.
We know who all's gonna be payin' for this.
Mrs. Fletcher, you... startled me.
Ma'am, I don't make a career of losin'.
It worked. That's right. I heard the shot. And now, do I win anything?
Or he was killed by an N.B.A. Center.
Then I... played the tape on the answering machine, and l...
but he didn't leave.
[Woman Chattering On P.A., Distant]
How many chances do I get?
The alarm went off at 11:06 in the security office.
Oh, Maine is beautiful any time of the year, Miss Horton.
- Doctor, what is this all about? - I haven't the vaguest idea.
He was a... a marvelous physician,
[Sighs] I guess it could've happened that way. Uh-uh. The angle is wrong.
your reaction to the news of his death.
- Excuse me. - Jessica?
Why don't you tell us what happened?
Well, if the truth be told, this isn't exactly a hospital.
a genius.
Yes. I hear the D.A. Thinks he may have a pretty good case.
Dr. Sam is a... was a brilliant man, but he was cold and distant.
Whoever heard of framing anyone with the wrong gun?
Now you sit back and relax.
Well, I'm sorry. I don't care how or why he is tied up. I have to talk with him immediately.