Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ben said, don't let nobody never touch that. Never!

At the end, Lieutenant? I've also got Kramer down as Ben Coleman's killer.

And we have a "WDBX-clusive." You can't show that!

to get the Coleman tapes edited for the 11:00 news?

ain't gonna be a part of nothin'. Eubie, we're right in the middle of settling it now.

New Orleans' Finest, scraping chewing gum...

Big time, big money, so he dumped everybody else.

I mean, we're here because he dumped us, okay?

Clerk was killed. Ben's girlfriend Callie swore that they were with her.

Oh, thank you for coming, Mrs. Fletcher.

No, not drugs, Jessica. That's what Customs always looked for.

Where is he? Oh, he's over in the office.

Anyway, I'd like to buy you a nightcap.

Are you certain?

the police are investigating the possibility of homicide.

- Well, I have a taxi! - l- I want to talk to you...

Callie told the police we were with her.

Sure enough, just like in the book.

And hold up the product, Harold. [Harold] Okay.

- In Chapter 18... - 10:00 tomorrow. In my office.

Callie, you makin' out all right? We're fine.

And my friend. She's also my friend.

Aw, come on. We got sounds even we've never heard.

Why didn't I get a call from you instead of from your cameraman?

Well, Mrs. Fletcher is not an employee.

[Chuckling] Well, I hardly think that's necessary. I'm sure that...

That was the lab. Bad news?

?? [Slower Tempo]

I have one appointment,

Eddie. Hello, Mr. Kramer.

Ben Coleman died on camera. Well, I know.

Yes, I'm glad to meet you. [Chuckles] You know,

Oozing the warmth of provincial France.

There wasn't anything.

But he couldn't! Nobody was even allowed to touch Miss Emma, except Ben and me.

- There wasn't. - Then the lieutenant was wrong.

to tell the world everything you know about the Coleman murder.

Uh, I can't talk right now, Mr. Hawley. I have to get this coffee to Ben while it's still hot.

the gone, but not forgotten, great "Sweetman" Buddy Brunson...

I know who you are. I don't know this lady.