Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sam comes down our road.

Two minutes from now.

- Where you goin'? - Where whitey ain't allowed.

THEY CALL ME DEREK TIBBS

You turned my little sister... into a field slut?

Well, I picked up the radio and called in.

You got a roof?

You'll notice too that postmortem lividity is present.

Miz Colbert, now don't you worry about a thing.

Give me till morning.

of determining time of death.

And old Charlie's hound dog got loose...

What time did you find the wallet?

Shut up and take this trash outta here! Come on, move it and go!

- Yeah? - Chief?

But she's coming here tonight.

You know how much he's got in his pocket right now? More than $600!

It's all my fault.

Look in her purse.

I'm aware of the risk, Tom. But, like it or not, we're stuck with him.

Don't you get just... a little lonely?

The wrong man?! I got the motive, which is money, and the body, which is dead!

That's somethin' you can't make some people understand.

I thought I told you to get outta here.

? For just a little light

? They can't get together at all

I was hung up trying to get Endicott, for personal reasons.

- Thank God I don't live in Philadelphia. - One more thing.

Well, we'll see.

I asked him to look at the body. That's who he is.

Look what it got him.

he'd have shot Tibbs one second after he slapped Endicott, claimed self-defence.

Virgil, we don't need you or your microscopes. Tell that to your chief.

You've had your fun. Now go on, you just run along home.

Sam couldn't have driven two cars!

I know the laws in the state of Mississippi, thank you!

A deposit that size, I'd remember.

- Fine. - Man, uh...

Sit down, little girl.

Check both ends of town, check the depot, and check the pool hall. OK?

Henry, bring in a pitcher of lemonade. I'll have one, too.

I'll have the FBI lab send you the report on this.

Last chief we had,

All right, now.

- You think he gave it to him? - I don't know.

Give him somethin' that runs. Fix him up.

Endicott's?! Come on, now!