Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ballistics will prove that the bullet came from your gun.
He's entered in the tournament. The handsome gentleman...
Why not? You've covered the subject fairly well in your books, even if you're not always accurate.
Then he sprang the lock and shut the door.
and I was dying to get away.
- Please tell me. I've got to know. - Why? What's the matter?
[Whistle Blows] [Man Over P.A.] Attention.
What we both know, Mother. Johnny Shannon wasn't loved by his loved ones.
That's it?
Forget Vic La Rosa. I think I've solved the case.
I was just copping out. That's all.
Back of the house, beyond the pool. Like the rest of the grounds,
[Barnes] They're a little shaky on police procedure. [Jessica] Oh?
The servants were off, so you're talking the bodyguard and the comedy relief.
and when he decided to improve his pool game, he had a TV camera put in above the table.
Johnny must have hinted at its existence...
the wardrobe, the publicity.
The milkman cometh.
Truth is, I don't even like you. Hey, I know what you like.
I got a lunch date at the tennis club. [Intentionally Lisping] Yes, sir.
He had it all planned. Besides, who else in the house that night could have been a hit man?
A trip to oblivion.
The killer must have pulled it shut on his way out. That's right.
Oh. Oh, it's okay.
- Where did you get Milo Valentine's number? - Johnny had me call it a couple times,
If someone who knew the combination wanted to rob that safe, they didn't have to kill Johnny.
I didn't know if they had a contract out on me.
I know who killed Johnny Shannon.
Once, he even took a girl away from Buster Bailey.
Supposing he had a falling-out with Milo Valentine?
[Barnes] Somebody's got it wrong. You told me you were working in your room. [Mickey] I was.
You want him to wear a T-shirt that says "killer"? That's his cover... tennis.
Well, you tell him, Mrs. Fletcher. You may find it hard to believe,
Figures. Mick was out, and Lou would've ripped my head off.
Don't you love the way people fawn over Johnny even when he isn't here?
I don't work for you, Mr. Shannon, so don't give me orders.
Of course. He's a gangster. They don't call them that anymore.
Nobody pushed the buzzer last night, and nobody could've gotten through the service gate...
Okay, La Rosa. The stenographer's gonna take down everything we say.
"put on some very romantic music and pucker up.
That reminds me of a story.
Sergeant, I don't want this creep hanging around my daughter. You keep him away from her!
[Jessica] You took it? Well, that clears up that mystery.
I wonder if the motive is as simple as robbery.
Come on. Come on!