Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Jess, this is, uh...
Find anything?
My husband is dead.
That's somethin' Mr Colbert didn't realise.
Would you be kind enough to go outside and remind him what day it is today?
"Don't you think I got a classy build?"
No, sir. I'm not prejudiced.
Listen, I'm get...
Could have been a hitchhiker.
I found a piece of wood in Colbert's scalp. The lab identified it as pine.
- Gillespie. - Mr Endicott.
You're a cop?
But when I see whose wallet it is...
"Whom"? Whom?
You ever take a homicide picture before, son?
It's the white boy I want.
And he was, uh, kinda...
Somebody in this town killed him! I want you to find out who!
Yes, sir.
? I've got trouble wall to wall
POLICE
- I didn't catch what you said. - Get rid of the nigger.
- What do they call you up there? - They call me Mr Tibbs!
That's what Mrs Colbert thinks. She wants us to catch her a killer.
Yesterday? Well...
Ever been close to it?
I know that Colbert cashed a cheque for $900.
? Must be an ending to it all
Anyway, she asks me, she says, uh...
Well, I don't need you!
You aren't taking me anywhere. You dig? You're holding the wrong man!
It's very hot in here.
(dogs barking with excitement)
You're just gonna stay here and show us all.
? For just a little light
Oh!
I am not interested in '62 September. I am interested in yesterday.
Traipsin' around in the altogether. With the lights on.
Here's the first good thing to come my way. And I pick it up.
No club this time, man?
- All right, what'll you have, Virgil? - I ain't servin' him!
We don't know who - yet.
But I don't think I have to do that, you see?
I don't need it.
No.
He's crazy. Crazy.
(whistles)
? Ain't a woman yet been born
- Yeah, they went too far! - Well, fine!
All right... Virgil.
Why don't you tell me how you killed Mr Colbert? You'll feel a whole lot better.
? Every time I see your face
Mm-hm.
Virgil, if you get killed, we'll have one hell of a mess in this town. You know that?
? In the heat of the night
- Well, what? - Well...
Why, isn't that remarkable!
I just didn't stop her from tryin' to prove her point.
So, Wood took you to the cemetery in the patrol car, right?
When Michael Jackson comes on
Gonna teach you, boy!
- Let go of her! - Let go of me!
My brother works nights.