Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- We haven't gotten to that yet. - Well, I hope you do it soon,

[Groans] This gun?

But, you know, I wonder what Miss Stevenson was doing there.

Now, either you find time to talk with me, or I will go on that television show, and my subject will not be my next book...

I dropped by his office yesterday to surprise him.

See, that's why I answered the ad to Les Champignons. Was that a crime?

Maybe you'll be tied up again. God knows I wouldn't want to drag you away from a client.

That doesn't mean I had anything to do with what happened to Al Drake.

You probably recognize her. No.

Yes. She gets the business. I know. Freddy York and his agent, Bill Patterson,

This afternoon at the chapel, he lent me his handkerchief.

but I wouldn't put it past Bill Patterson to kill 'im.

Uh-huh. You're Howard's aunt, aren't you?

Al, we gotta talk.

Good evening, Mr. Carter. Right this way.

I went to the hospital today to bring Freddy flowers, and do you know what he did?

All right. All right. I'll make it simple.

You should get yourself a Guild card. I didn't expect to find you here, Mr. York.

1777, I believe... and the redcoat shot first.

Won't that noise disturb you? Right now, I could sleep through Armageddon.

We could seat you at 11:00... next Thursday.

But a great view of the patrons.

No, but I'm sure you've got a list. Also, I'm not sure about the time of death.

I met a girl at the bar last night. She told me she was into astrology.

and tomorrow she appears with Dana Burns and then in the afternoon, she's gonna meet the mayor.

He just wants some freedom to explore a few more things.

and that they would figure out what had happened.

Down the hall on the right. Thank you. Thank you very much.

It was not an accident. Oh, dear.

This is your pillow. It's the only one that is sun-faded, like the settee,

particularly against himself, would point to someone else.

Mr. Drake was already dead when Howard came in the room.

The only fingerprints on the gun was his, and it was common knowledge he'd been arguing with Drake about money.

Through the club, backstage, past the dressing rooms.

Darling, I just can't ask you to tie yourself to me with all this hanging over my head.

Well, you'll break a lot of hearts if you don't.

You have the club and all of his money, and I have you.

Aha. Well, that's my office persona.

Just how intimate a wedding will this be?

Would you care to select one? Well, we'll take the first two that move.

[Mike] Well, if you wanna critique my performance, Mrs. Drake,

Mrs. Fletcher, you're a bright gal. You would've been a great cop.

trying to break Freddy's long-term contract.