Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Someone broke into a storage area.

Mm. It's nice. - I'm glad you like it.

Once or twice. He seemed pleasant enough.

...I decided I had to go there. To catch him in the act.

Worked fine. Just a little over the top.

But no one showed up.

A black BMW. There was somebody sitting in the driver's seat.

Clear signs of struggle. Rules out suicide.

She just stared at the house.

He wants to know why I was so upset with the man who stole Beckworth.

- You have a very good aura. - Thank you.

Only the killer knew how to get in here via the secret passage.

He wore those trendy architect's glasses.

Armed from 6 last night until the deputies turned it off.

I'm afraid I just lost it.

- Who's she? - She's this hippie-dippy woman in town.

- Someone's upstairs. - I thought everybody left.

Rumored treasure. Purely rumored.

- Do you know anything about a ghost? - Of course.

What are they doing here?

- Excuse me. Need a glass. Sorry. - Sure.

We could walk. Patrol the grounds.

When you first opened the box under the piano, was there anything in it?

I don't believe that's a mistake.

Agent Cho, of course I was angry with Foster.

It was vicious.

Agent Cho is asking questions about Alan Foster.

Police. Whoever you are, come out with your hands above your head.

And it's been used recently. Someone has cleaned the dust off.

...liked to explore the world beyond, held séances and all that kind of malarkey.

- That's okay. I can do it. - I'm easy.

Right. - Hey, look at that.

- Don't hit it. - Fine, you fix it, then.

Apparently Beckworth was deeply involved in spiritualism...

Seeing as how I won't want to be living there.

I'm gonna leave in a few minutes.

You're the one that came to my house.

Mr. Raimey and Ms. Abner had agreed to keep quiet...

Architect. Bought the house a few months back.