Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Oh, why, oh, why, oh, why? -Agnes.
I gave him a fact sheet: the various drugs, the various deaths.
...scratch the cats' ears while they cough up fur balls.
...stuff like that.
Without a murder weapon.
Did you notice whose bed the body was left in?
Stop this...
I've got to beat my mom home, right?
Right, after the train has stopped...
But I couldn't catch a smart guy like you, Rodney.
You identified the prints on this as Miss DiPesto's.
The only J.B. Harland I know is the mystery writer.
This is going to be a fascinating 24 hours.
You were over your head, weren't you? Admit it, you were terrified.
I'm just gonna look around a little bit.
The city, not me.
...and he makes a point to be in the one that I'm not.
Seems like you know your way around a petri dish.
...but opening the envelope may tell you.
It's working.
And what happened when you got there?
...between your neck and your knees, but trust me, your foot is in my face.
That was a little idea that came to me during the blackout.
Ever since then, he has been something of a mentor to me.
-That gave you the bug, huh? -Yeah.
The J.B. Harland Murder Train?
...and J.B. Harland.
-Life is such a rook. -Agnes.
Besides, there are only six sleeping compartments.
That's okay, you look good.
You're all so convinced I did it...
Aren't any of you curious as to how...
Until then...
-I hope you have a nice time. -Thank you.
That really hurt, you know.
Rodney strikes again.
...some baby yams...
Everybody okay?
I was J.B.'s friend.
I guess you're wondering why I called you all here.
Well...
-Yes, you did. -No, I didn't.
-I meant "should" like you could. -Of course.
Sebastian, your foot is in my face.
-You sure? -Positive.
-He's covered with it. -Covered with it?
...and carpeting on the walls.
...eight years is a long time to work for someone.
Count me in.
-Mr. Sandwich? -His name is Neil.
He loved me.
It showed.
...having real private eyes to play against.
Aren't we giving the murderer a break here?
Well, who is it?