Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Jimmy Firth and Hec Tattersal, Ben Coleman's sidemen.
'Cause ain't a man breathin' knows New Orleans better than I do.
Hell, I stood up with you when you married Callie.
But there wasn't any stain. There wasn't any sign of coffee.
'Cause what little guts you got are bobbin' behind your belt buckle there, huh?
Where to first? Oh, the St. Charles Cemetery, please.
artwork, artifacts, you name it.
The trouble is, they keep me awake. You see the bags under the eyes?
[Softly] Looks like heart failure to me, but she claims he was poisoned. Who?
Eubie...
Possibly by Ben Coleman.
with the poison he'd brought back from his last trip to South America.
Give us the wider angle. [Clicks]
- Taping starts in six minutes. - Well, why didn't you say so?
But you know, my plane was late.
If I were you, lady, I'd keep talk like that to myself.
Now. Watch Callie.
Yeah. He's over in the corner talking with Ben.
From Basin Street to the bayou.
Jonathan!
No, that is police work.
Taxi! Taxi!
There's gonna be a special performance at the Bourbon Street Barn tonight.
Heavy traces of junk in Coleman's system.
But it's news, Hawley, news. Showing him die?
Word is, you're hirin' a whole new backup.
What call? Do you realize we have less than an hour...
- Are you dumpin' Callie too? - No. Just you three.
[Turnbull] Well, I'm sure this can be straightened out.
Yeah, but you just said there wasn't no poison on the reed.
- Uh, all things considered, Miss Jessica? - He just wants to talk.
I heard Aaron Kramer say that he was going to get you work.
That's it. That's it.
[Sighs] Sometimes...
As long as the show is being taped,
[Laughing] Why? What are you doing here?
When you heard me say "poison," you knew instantly...
Just like the rest of them. He had a three-year, locked-down contract,