Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Softly] Yeah.
Tests on every speck of gum in this hall turned out negative.
I just don't have to keep it a secret anymore! Well, I'll tell you something,
I thought of that. I had my men go back this mornin' and look for the cup.
Murder on the Amazon. Of course!
Tomorrow, I'll take you both to the cemetery.
Yeah, we got each other forever. Come rain or come shine, huh?
[Crying] Now, she did that...
Now, do you still say poison, Mrs. Fletcher?
South America... Ben told me he was gonna kill Callie.
[Laughing] This is my good friend, Jessica Fletcher.
forget that "Good-bye New Orleans, Hello, Las Vegas" bit, will you?
He was gonna burn out in less than a year.
- Eddie. - Lieutenant Kershaw was only doing his job.
In private, if you don't mind.
How to move from insipid talk show host...
Ben's group just got back from South America.
Take him.
I did. [Breaks Down]
But he wouldn't listen to me. He wouldn't believe me!
I don't read mystery novels, Mrs. Fletcher, but I do read people.
He said he wasn't gonna let her go to Las Vegas with us.
With motive and opportunity.
He got lucky. But he never changed.
Well, I'm afraid I'm still working on it.
Eubie's a pro. He'll be there.
The Ben Coleman Quintet will always be a part of New Orleans.
The question is, how was he poisoned?
One week before the opening in Las Vegas.
Just spread too thin to do us any good.
If you'll excuse me... Nice meeting you, Mrs. Fletcher.
When we were in that place...
Ben threatened to tell the authorities about the smugglin' if Kramer didn't let him out of it.
Yeah, plus, he's the world's worst businessman. Now, that's the truth.
Do I know you? No reason you should.
Ma'am, that place is dead. [Sighs]
the gone, but not forgotten, "Sweetman" Buddy Brunson...
Roll the tape forward, just a little bit.
?? [Dixieland]
Could it have been in the coffee he drank?
why, a man can't die no ways but happy. [Chuckling]