Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Carol? Mrs. Coleman.

That's somebody with class. No, Jessica, I'm just a talent broker with a tin ear.

I came across an obscure curare derivative...

Here's the public service announcement for the station break.

[Laughing] You mean, like a dart bein' shot from a trumpet?

but because it wasn't.

[Stifled Laughter]

Aaron Kramer? Lady, that man can't get you... Aaron tries.

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher. I...

Yeah. Let's go, Eddie.

[Chuckles] I'll call you later.

Ben was the best friend I ever had.

When I first met him, he was a two-bit street punk.

But not with everyone who knew him.

??[String Bass]

How about I pick you up for lunch? Celebrate my show being put back on the air.

??[Jazz: Trumpet]

Wrong, Lieutenant. Aaron was dumped.

But I found that man so insufferable, I just had to say something.

I said we had a special treat for you.

- Now, look here, Lieutenant. - An autopsy costs time and money.

Well, Mrs. Fletcher. In at the beginnin', in at the end, huh?

Oh, it was smuggled in, all right. But not by Aaron Kramer.

Kramer took the Coleman Sextet out of the country a half-dozen times.

I had him and his brother, dead to rights, in a liquor store holdup.

[Tape Rewinding]

Eddie Walters. Hello, Eddie.

was on his way to Vegas, right?

[Chuckling] Mrs. Fletcher. It certainly is nice to meet you.

- And just how did he do it? - With this.

[Phone Ringing]

and you're gonna be the one to get hurt.

Hawley. I want to talk to you.

I have wished to be one of them for 25 years.

Sometimes I don't either.

this is about 14 years ago... Ben Coleman was just another punk kid.

And if your show is going to stay on the air, I'm gonna have to make good my boast to that Mr. Turnbull.

I hope, Mrs. Fletcher, that, well, maybe you plan to make it.

Can you start it where Mr. Hawley...