Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Like spying Like spying, yes
So, tell me, what's it like being a great detective and all?
- Harry Crumb? - Yes, this is Crumb.
Move it, Kimball. Come on.
1225 North Rodeo Drive.
Jennifer Downing was abducted from room three at Suki's...
Oh, she's nice, Mr. D., real nice.
I must understand them.
Well, what happens if I do?
I think it's time we paid Mr. Vince Barnes a little visit.
There aren't any jewels. This is a kidnapping.
Okay.
She what?
A sneaky player.
I know I'm stuck.
Sick things.
Don't make a sound.
Don't be such a putz, Vince.
Crumb, are you okay?
Oh, please. I had a good partner.
We still haven't heard anything.
Hello, Nikki.
I get the feeling every time I walk out that door...
There we are. There we are right here.
These are you drapes for the board room, Mr. Crumb.
If it's all right, Miss Downing, we'd like to ask you a few more questions.
I'm forever in your debt, Harry. I don't know how I can repay you.
You make an omelet, you break a few eggs.
- An egg? - Yeah.
You kind words are enough, P.J., not to mention this enormous check.
I've never seen those before.
Bitch.
This Friday. I think I can buy us a little time...
Give me the suitcase, pal. Nice and slow.
Yes, he is. Who, may I ask, is calling? One moment, please.
Damn! Noon appointment?
No buts about it.
Lots of money.
What kind of girl do you think I am?
They're slime, and without exception...
Come to Daddy.
No, that was her mother, and it was Mrs. Downing's regular time.
- Yes. Hello? Yes? Yeah? - It's Mrs. Macintyre!
Not now, my little health shake.
I'm sure of it, Nikki. It was no accident.
You idiot!
Actually, Crumb, this is Jeffrey Brandt. He's one of our top men.
Kids.
and the ventilator shaft runs right alongside of it.
What are you talking about?
that P.J. Downing's daughter was a beautiful young woman...
who can stop us now.
Who was that?
sure sure
But I can tell she likes me.
So good, so good.
Yes. Well, I'm here.
- You must be crazy, Crumb. - Crazy?
Detective Casey's good, very good.
It's just dribbling out.
Number nine.
I don't know how you figured it out with that witless brain of yours...
Didn't he send you here?
No, thanks.
- Morning, Harry. - Morning, Georgie.
Book him.
- We want you. - Look...
Now you know how good I really am.
Thank you.
The things I do for money.
Shut up. Just think of another way to kill him and pour me a drink.
I believe that there's a reason mankind has been lifted...