Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Ms. Fletcher. - Mr. Porter.
But why are you questioning Dr. Ellison?
Someone might get the idea that... you two don't like each other.
I'm in charge of the investigation into Sam Garver's death. Oh, yes.
Now, I'm goin' to bed. See you tomorrow. You take care now.
You see, we found Dr. Garver's body lyin' in this fish pool near his front door,
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By the time we're through with those shysters, they're gonna be down to bare feet and skivvies.
Second, get Sadie Winthrop on carrot juice. She's too hyperactive for her own good.
I came in the same way I left. Then I walked out of the office after Kenyon.
I've got a million dollars comin' in on that plane, son.
One of them was about to be replaced, his career destroyed. They decided to put aside their differences...
That's about it, except for his keys. We found those here by the door.
Well, as I was tellin' Ms. Fletcher... I want you to know that the hospital stands behind her completely,
Think it was somethin' we said? [Mutters]
Fine man. I bailed him outta four malpractice suits before they ever got to trial.
Any day now. By the way, I've made a reservation for you at a very fine hotel.
You mean, um... Yeah. That's right. Kenyon and Ellison.
You got cameras hidden around here somewhere, right? [Sirens On Speaker]
It was another one of those brilliant ideas from Mr. Ivy League here.
and get Dr. Sam before he got one of them.
[Garver] You two drive carefully. Don't want you windin' up as guests of the institute.
When he's challenged, he always has a gut-level response.
Nurse Horton? Oh... [Exhales]
Then I heard the tape, the one he dictated last night.
I get your drift.
Can't play favorites, you know.
If these things aren't applied correctly, there can be problems.
I'm sure it's just a bruise. Henry, I'm drivin' this little lady to Dr. Sam's.
Dr. Sam was on the phone. When he hung up,
Now, look... But you must have killed him before 11:00.
I fired two shots.
There was a certain warmth... uh, you'll forgive me...
but the terrible slur on Mr. Endicott's reputation as a writer.
He told you that? Funny. Well, not in so many words, but the signs were clear.