Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

Can you start it where Mr. Hawley...

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

[Stifled Laughter]

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

Yeah. Let's go, Eddie.

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

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

[Chuckles] I'll call you later.

??[Jazz: Trumpet]

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

Eddie Walters. Hello, Eddie.

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

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

was on his way to Vegas, right?

Hawley. I want to talk to you.

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

Sometimes I don't either.

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

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

[Phone Ringing]

I said we had a special treat for you.

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

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

I came across an obscure curare derivative...

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

Wrong, Lieutenant. Aaron was dumped.

[Tape Rewinding]

but because it wasn't.

Ben was the best friend I ever had.

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

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

Carol? Mrs. Coleman.

But not with everyone who knew him.

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher. I...

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

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

??[String Bass]

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