Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Uh, excuse me. Yeah?
What would you call it? You know, in Vegas... you think they'd give a star a dressing room like this?
- Fritz. - [Barks Fiercely]
I got him that talk show, and now he's hot.
Oh. Mr. York's agent. Uh-huh.
Should've shoved you under that stage light.
It was. You wouldn't believe some of the things that go on.
Hmm. Of course, some men do wear cologne.
If I'm prying, you just stop me.
What do you say, kid? Out for some early morning air?
You've got 10 minutes.
- Somebody wanted to kill Mr. York. - Maybe.
Yes, I suppose that is the only plausible explanation.
Dear Barbara. Always so organized. You know where the bills are filed and the bodies are buried.
Stop him! [Audience Murmuring]
Ohh. Oh, dear. I woke you up.
They are all over his apartment. I wanna go to this place, you know, to find out.
I saw him last night. I said, "Hey, Eddie. You sell your car?"
Well, everybody knew that Mr. Drake and Barbara worked late...
Oh. Nice to meet you. I did a little checking on you, you know.
Of course you didn't.
Vicky, I didn't... I didn't shoot him. I swear I didn't.
Table for two. Of course.
You know, you're not a witness in this case, and I just don't have time for you.
I was supposed to go on a TV show this morning, but I canceled it...
- She wanted to meet a Leo, so I introduced her to my accountant. - [Rim Shot]
We'll do it tomorrow. Will we, Howard?
- ?I hope that he turns out...? - [Woman Screams]
Suspect in there? [Officer] Yes, sir.
Actually, I was looking for Miss Barbara Stevenson. She works in the business office.
Really. Who the hell is J.B. Fletcher?
Oh, believe me, Aunt Jess. I would marry Howard no matter what business he was in.
Really? Uh-huh.
The shot would have been heard except during York's act,
Every night? God bless you.
Catch that killer! Stop him! He's a murderer!
I think Mr. York was afraid the charges against Howard would be dropped.
I don't know how to thank you, Mrs. Fletcher.
Well, just so you know, if you jump bail, the State of California has an option on my next four books.
Then you removed your fingerprints from the gun, got rid of the pillow...
[Murmuring] [Detective] All right. Coming through. Stand aside.
Mr. Drake.