Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I thought men like you were usually called a fruit

and the work of your husband,

Good evening. You're eagerly awaited.

I can't unlock the door without the key!

and I made across the hall to the library.

But look what happened to the cook.

Let's consider each murder one by one.

But he holds a sensitive security post in the Pentagon.

I didn't do it!

I've certainly seen you before,

I know! I have it!

Then, more screaming.

Yvette! The billiard room!

Are you trying to make me look stupid in front of the other guests?

And we put the weapons in the cupboard

And to make a long story short... Too late

No, merci. I am a lady.

Maybe there is life after death.

Then there was a rumble of thunder and a crash of lightning.

You ain't just whistling dixie

I have absolutely no Idea what we're doing here

- Me, too. - Me, too.

Looks like we'll never know.

- It must be the murderer! - Why would he scream?

His secret? Haven't you guessed?

Anyone here not earn their living from the government, one way or another?

got the gun, and shot the door open. Bang!

You could go to Targ…no…rather you could order from Amazon…no…

I'm a little nervous.

Did anyone recognize you?

You all had a motive.

But Colonel Mustard wasn't in the cellar.

The evidence against us, no doubt.

Within reason, that is.

And it's no good blackmailing me, madam.

Mr. Epstein lay on the floor apparently dead.

What could be more American than that?

I asked you for your coat, and I recognized you as Colonel Mustard.

between patients who are alive or dead.

You knew Yvette, too, didn't you?

I Know! Big Cook's big cookery book

That's how he got all his information.

You'll never get away with this, any of you.

Why did she do it?

My. Nobody can get into that position.

Our lives are in Dainja, you beatnik!

That's what we call overkill.

Naturally, I could hardly resist putting in an appearance.

sharpening knives, preparing for dinner.

No. Java was just a red herring!

You thought Mr. Boddy was dead. But why?

Brilliantly worked out, Wadsworth.

He's absolutely right. Look, there's a bullet hole here in the wall. See that?

But you can pay me in government information.

No, Mr. Green. Religion is just a red herring

He was expendable, like all of you.

Your first husband also disappeared.

We'll stack the bodies in the cellar, lock it,

I HAVE A FEELING THAT I'M IN DAINJA

Either. Or both

because I didn't want any of you to use any name other than your pseudonym.

Mr. Boddy found out somehow.

Everyone here tonight was either Mr. Boddy's victim or accomplice.

But the police will be here any minute. What happens then?

I'm instructed to explain to you what you all have in common with each other.

I received a similar letter.

Communism was just a red herring.

So the murderer is in this room?

- Mind if I look around? - Sure.

Mr. Boddy threatened to send those pictures to my dear old mother,

Did you know you were meeting us?

But I didn't know anything about any of you until this evening.

I work for him of course.

Well, we all make mistakes.

Yes. She worked for me.

Dr. Canjorie, Hello. I'm Vivian Carter, Elle's teacher from detention.

And why are you receiving phone calls from J. Edgar Hoover?

- uh. It was only one shot that got the chandelier.

This all has nothing to do

This is absolutely terrible.

Well, let's put her in the study with the others.

OH MY GOD, OF COURSE!

It's a great trick.

Yes. But I put it down.

Please help yourself to a drink, if you'd like.

No, there is, or no there isn't?

Will you stop kicking my throat?? No.

Half of Washington knows what kind of business you run.

don't you, Mrs. Peacock?

One of us slipped through the same secret passage.

who killed him, and where, and with what!

You can't get out that way.

It is signed, "A friend."

How do you know who I am?

But it's dark upstairs.

that we were eating one of your favorite recipes,

I see you know each other.

IT'S YOU AND ME HONEYBUNCH

- ls there a little girl's room in the hall? - Oui.oui. Madame.

Professor Plum. You knew Mr. Boddy was still alive.

The phone. What body?

I could've been killed!

And to make a long story short... - Too Late!

I need a drink.

recognized the singing telegram from her photograph,

Not the cognac, just in case.