Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, no! It's no bother. I'd like to.
Ben!
[Laughing] Okay, Mrs. Fletcher. What theory?
'cause he didn't love her no more.
He's convinced Callie poisoned the last stick she gave to Ben.
Smuggling was a way to keep a lot of musicians fed,
But I sure can listen. So I stick with those who can, and I try to help them...
Startin' with roustin' that bookstore owner out of bed.
Forty minutes ago. Well, I'm sure they've worked out by now that you're not coming.
So I couldn't just let him kill her,
from under every chair in the Bourbon Street Barn.
Well, there couldn't have been no poison on that reed.
- Thank you, Aaron. - Everything's gonna work out okay, Callie.
The gum wasn't poisoned either. No.
Later? Oh, not later, Hawley. Now.
Thank you, Lafayette. Okay.
[Clears Throat] Uh, ready to go, Miss Jessica?
- make a few bucks. - I understand you do quite a bit of that.
You'd have thrived very nicely in the Old West, Kershaw.
What better treat, and what better way for Ben to pay tribute to his mentor,
He wanted the tapes of Ben to play on the 11:00 news.
His other groups too. The Customs people were sure they'd been smugglin'.
We both saw it wasn't the coffee.
[Aaron] Ben... [Ben] I've always been everything you say, buddy boy.
- You got somebody reportin' everything I do? - No.
Kershaw. How close are you?
Don't eat blueberry pie unless Dento-Gliss is on hand for glistening dentures.
And what about your fight with Ben Coleman? Was that about drugs?
I told you this city was full of surprises.
- And you know who killed him. - I don't know anything of the kind.
There was no trace of poison on the reed.
Kramer doctored the reed...
Callie is drinking out of the cup.
But so did a lot of hard work.
[Sighs] I... I don't want to leave Ben all alone.
Callie...