Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And Archie Leach liked Cary Grant better, big deal.

Well, then let me put your mind at ease. I killed my wife.

I'll go-- I'll go standby.

You settled the score last night.

Are you sure you wanna put yourself through this? She's dead.

You knew about his new identity, his new name.

-Both drove their cars off cliffs? -Right.

...than the pleasing fagade I mistook you for in the beginning.

-You seen him lately? -We don't keep in touch.

What's going on with Miss Hayes, anyway?

The next day, the little leather box was gone.

...but you mustn't feel responsible for Joan's death.

I'm sure that it's not my business...

...but I found this little leather box.

...Mr. Addison is an adult.

Let's go, Maddie.

-The firmer the better. -That is the stupidest line.

But she wants everybody to think that she's just fine.

In fact, it's a good thing. It's good for her, good for us.

Can I see her picture?

Anyway, I lost my temper...

And you want everybody to think that you're just fine.

It's a wonderful day, everything's great, we're happy to say.

-Tell the truth. -Not hold back.

He even confessed after the trial.

This is a miscarriage of justice. You can't let me go like this.

Because a murder trial can really take it out of you.

...and you're about to take that case for no reason.

It's just that I can't help being struck by a certain irony.

The night before I was supposed to leave...

-...we referred to him as Spring. -You knew who we were talking about.

I can't even remember what it is, why you hate each other.

I carried a torch for years.