Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I was waiting for the train. - There ain't no trains this time of mornin'.
May I examine this prisoner?
You mean you don't want him. But you do need him.
? In the heat of the night
Well, I'm sorry, ma'am, but I say different.
You tell me... all about it. Just tell me how it happened.
- Wood! - Yes, sir!
- Put him somewheres else! - Don't push the panic button.
And I said "No, Sam. I guess I don't."
Yes, sir.
(? "In the Heat of the Night" by Ray Charles)
- Bye-bye. - Goodbye.
? I've got trouble wall to wall
My business.
your attitudes, Mr Endicott,
On your feet, boy.
You gonna listen to him?
- Did you question this man? - No, sir.
I really had no choice.
All right, Courtney. That's enough.
It's gonna be tough to keep you in your job now.
(quicker clattering)
I just talked to the FBI lab. We can prove Colbert was in that greenhouse.
Who are you?
Where do I find Packy?
comes chargin' outta the bush and hauls me in.
? I repeat, in the night
Toothpicks?! Copper...? What's goin' on here, Chief?
(Courtney) Police business, honey. Chief's on the line.
(country music fades in)
Any reason why you have to leave today?
Well...
- You sure saved my hide. - Listen, Harvey. Man, uh...
- Here's the photos of the dead man. - OK.
I told you 'bout that "Sam" business, didn't I? Hm?
Let's get rollin', Virgil.
To ask you about Mr Colbert.
That's the first thing I looked for. Whoever fixed him musta took 'em.
No, thank you!
(car horn)
Hey! C'mon!
I picked it up, I tell you. He was already lyin' there. It was lyin' there next to him!
she won't hold it against us we had to send Tibbs home for his own good.
But, uh... Packy might know.
That's for sure.
Excuse me.
Oh, he ain't nothin'. Some kind of a...
OK, black boy. We come here to teach you some manners.
Well, you can't be too careful, man.
That's for him.
My father used to say that.
- On account of this Delores Purdy. - On what charge?
Uh...
Do I work for you, or do I work for him?
Let me see your right hand.
Good night, gentlemen.
But there's no point in ducking it.
- Well, you know how hot it's been. - Yeah.
People around here call me Mama Caleba.
? In the heat of the night
No.
You know a lotta things, don't you?
your impartial chief of police would still have the wrong man behind bars.
That so?
? Stars with evil eyes
(clattering)
(bell tinkles)
Oh, good. Yeah, yeah. Right away. I've got a runaway suspect, boy. I gotta go.