Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Chuckles] How strange.

Friday's the inquest. Till then, the dog is an accessory after the fact.

- And many more, Daddy. - Where's that damn dog of mine?

My first real ghost and no one will believe me.

Without this clip, he got that characteristic greasy mark on his trouser from the chain,

and a nice set of withers.

We're all devastated by the loss.

But Teddy was alone in the room.

My only consolation is that he bought even more of it himself.

I'm in charge of the ice brigade.

My little niece here is into electronic music... tweeters, woofers, heavy metal.

I've been in jail once, and I ain't goin' again.

Since I know you're all there, waiting breathlessly,

Barnes looked into his monitor...

Face it, Marcus, I could drive a freight train through that loophole.

My first real ghost, and no one will believe me.

And last night,

- Turns out the killer left a print. - A fingerprint?

Barnes assumed it was Trish, so opened the gate.

with a parting word to each of you.

Well, l... Sheriff, I do think that you and I should discuss it together. I mean, it-it's just a guess.

That bicycle clip could belong to anybody.

[No Audible Sound]

So be it. Uh, Ms. Fletcher here...

[Police Radio Chatter]

Oh, Mr. Potts, believe me.

Greenville won't be the same without Denton Langley. Thank you, Marcus.

Please, let's pretend to be civilized, if not for my sake, at least for Father's.

Well, Abby is very upset.

- [Laughing] Oh, Trish. - Don't be flattered. She says that to all the boys.

If I were you, I'd be careful. Very careful!

what you saw as a ghost.

I wanted to talk to the sheriff about it privately. Got it all worked out, eh?

This one's not only unseemly, it's dangerous.

such as that mixed-up daughter of yours.

You can pick him up at the sheriff's office anytime you want.

[Intercom Buzzes] Excuse me.

so I hope you all enjoy it.

[Police Radio Chatter] [No Audible Dialogue]

[Denton On TV] Greetings, friends... and kinfolk.

Ethan, it looks like I may not be home for a few more days.

We'll go to jail! Unless we shut her up.

I'm telling you, Sheriff. Whoever is responsible...

- This is insane. Teddy's a dog! - [Growling]

But suppose we look a little further, to somebody who never expected to inherit.

And when you left, Teddy was alone in this room?

Oh, yes. Yes, I'm quite sure of it.

Abby, I really think you should come back with me to Maine.

of training Teddy to kill.

Could I ask someone a question, Mr. Coroner?

Giving this stuff to a dog is like feeding locoweed to a horse.

Let us all in on it. Well, uh, l-I, uh, only have a theory.