Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ran to the library, hit the cop on the head with the lead pipe.

Not that key. The key to the cupboard.

So this all had nothing to do with the disappearing nuclear physicist

Your were jealous that your husband was shtupping Yvette.

with my disappearing nuclear physicist husband

None of us killed Mr. Boddy or the cook.

Come on. What do you do?

Are you a doctor?

What do you mean don't deny it?

Well, I believe we all received a letter.

Then we found the secret passage from the conservatory to the lounge,

Where's the key?

Can you keep a secret?

- With the weapons. - Do you still wish me to throw it away?

That's one plus two plus one plus one.

You were in no real danger.

Then we go together.

if he was dead already?

I thought men like you were usually called a fruit.

A little higher.

Maybe he was poisoned.

Tape recordings aren't admissible evidence.

I also received a letter

when the cook and Mr. Boddy were murdered,

No. I'm a plant.

Well, I could use a drink.

So I explained that I was Mr. Boddy's butler and I'd invited you here.

Can I come in and use your phone?

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

you will also be exposed and humiliated.

Let me show you.

Please! Help us!

- But it also means that you can't. - What if you're the murderer?

This house belongs to a friend of mine. I've known all along.

this was both true and misleading.

For she's a jolly good fellow.

Good evening, sir.

the mapping was just a red herring.

I had an affair with her.

The police are coming.

What's going on in those two rooms?

And I noticed that Mrs. White and Yvette flinched.

I suppose you're right.

You recognized Yvette, didn't you?

Either. Or Both

picked up the dagger,

She had friends who were

But you've been paying blackmail for over a year now

Yvette hid in the study to check that Mr. Boddy was dead.

On the desk was the envelope from Mr. Boddy.

We split up and search the house.

Mrs. Peacock was a man?

- Who had the gun? - I did.

she crept into the study, picked up the dagger, ran to the kitchen,

I'm not a forensic expert!

Repent. The panda economy is at hand.

as soon as all the guests have arrived.

In order to help you understand what happened,

I told you I didn't do it

So did we. Didn't we?

So, your work has not changed.

We don't know anything.

We're all looking at him or her!

-CAN YOU KEEP KAYFABE? -YEAH. -SO CAN I.

It...it... The... Flames...

confront Mr. Boddy with his crimes,

Then why was he bashed on the head a few minutes later with a candlestick

Perhaps in the fire.

"The female of the species is more deadly than the male."

Very funny. (stomach gurgling)

The point is... Blackmail!

BUT YOUR LIVES ARE IN DANGER.

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

I think you'd better explain.

A double negative? Do you mean you have photographs?

- Do you know? - I do.

It's you and me, honeybunch.

I resolved to put Mr. Boddy behind bars.

Who had the dagger, anyway?

I have something to say.

How can we throw him outside in this weather?

- Look! - What?

ran to the billiard room,

Now I suggest that we stack the bodies in the cellar,

visiting a house of ill fame. Most soldiers do, don't they?

And it was Mrs. White, looking pale and tragic.

if you can't fight fairly, don't fight at all.

you hurried downstairs and turned off the electricity,

- The cellar! - Yes.

He's attacking her.

Even if you were right, that would be 1+2+1+1, not 1+1+2+1

- All very well for you to say that now. - I said it then.

So, is this for our host?

Is there someone else or isn't there, yes or no?