Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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