Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Murder! Catch that killer! [Screams]

Oh, he is... now. But back there he was an actor.

Well, it seems to me all you proved is that I could've staged the falling lights.

- Yes. - And that Michael and Mrs. Drake were having an affair?

our very own, in his third year... Freddy York!

Which of course we didn't... Well...

I mean, no reasonable person could assume for one moment that I had anything to do with Al's death.

Hollywood! Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

and now you think it was meant for Mr. York.

a lot together.

- Are you all right, Mrs. Fletcher? - Oh, yes.

I really hate doing this sort of thing, but, uh, my aunt and I just dropped by,

Thinking of buying it or merely jumping?

Yeah, well, I think you'll be pleased to know that he did not kill Mr. Drake.

- Of course I did! - You heard it descending.

- And I want what's coming to me. - Don't ever touch me like that again.

- Have you raised the money? - Now, that's my problem, isn't it?

[Hammering] Darlings, I am going to fall on my face unless I go to sleep.

I figured I'd get a shave, a shoe shine and a manicure... the works, right?

He was acting in an off-Broadway show. Oh, I thought he was in insurance.

I couldn't let him do that. I'm a creative genius.

Did you hear that? Yes, Mrs. Fletcher, I heard it.

I mean, what the hell is going on here? A detective audition?

Howard, that's wonderful. I'm sorry about all the problems. No problem.

Don't push me, Mike. Things are goin' real good right now.

Please stand right there. Would you mind telling me what this is all about?

[Barbara] If you'd like the figures, I could have them for you in a few minutes.

They weren't strong enough, so he thought perhaps another murder attempt,

And I'm sure you ran a nitric acid test on Howard's hand to determine whether or not he fired the gun.

I think you used Mr. Drake's pillow to muffle the shot.

Uh, I made some coffee. You want some? Oh, thank you.

See, he didn't want to get married until he could be absolutely sure of his future.

Can you believe that? And behind his back, he and Mrs. D. Are slipping off to Lake Tahoe.

Tell your husband you're going out with the girls." She said, "You tell him. He's shaving you."

Mrs. Drake. What a pleasant surprise. I didn't know you were here tonight.

- And I want what's comin' to me. - You're a nice kid, Howard,

You met my manager, Bill Patterson. Oh, yes.

Confidentially... and, I mean, this is just between you and me...

They were wrong. Let me set you straight, lady. I didn't kill my husband.