Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

the gone, but not forgotten, great "Sweetman" Buddy Brunson...
Yes, I'm glad to meet you. [Chuckles] You know,
the police are investigating the possibility of homicide.
But he couldn't! Nobody was even allowed to touch Miss Emma, except Ben and me.
And hold up the product, Harold. [Harold] Okay.
Ben? Ben!
Eddie. Hello, Mr. Kramer.
??[Dixieland]
to tell the world everything you know about the Coleman murder.
- Well, I have a taxi! - l- I want to talk to you...
I have one appointment,
I know who you are. I don't know this lady.
Uh, I can't talk right now, Mr. Hawley. I have to get this coffee to Ben while it's still hot.
Oozing the warmth of provincial France.
I mean, we're here because he dumped us, okay?
Ben said, don't let nobody never touch that. Never!
Sure enough, just like in the book.
Ben Coleman died on camera. Well, I know.
And my friend. She's also my friend.
Why didn't I get a call from you instead of from your cameraman?
Anyway, I'd like to buy you a nightcap.
- In Chapter 18... - 10:00 tomorrow. In my office.
- There wasn't. - Then the lieutenant was wrong.
New Orleans' Finest, scraping chewing gum...
Oh, thank you for coming, Mrs. Fletcher.
Callie, you makin' out all right? We're fine.
to get the Coleman tapes edited for the 11:00 news?
At the end, Lieutenant? I've also got Kramer down as Ben Coleman's killer.
There wasn't anything.
[Chuckling] Well, I hardly think that's necessary. I'm sure that...
?? [Slower Tempo]
Clerk was killed. Ben's girlfriend Callie swore that they were with her.
Big time, big money, so he dumped everybody else.
Well, Mrs. Fletcher is not an employee.
No, not drugs, Jessica. That's what Customs always looked for.
That was the lab. Bad news?
Are you certain?
Where is he? Oh, he's over in the office.
And we have a "WDBX-clusive." You can't show that!
ain't gonna be a part of nothin'. Eubie, we're right in the middle of settling it now.
Aw, come on. We got sounds even we've never heard.
Callie told the police we were with her.