Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And if he may quote Shakespeare,

has nothing to do with our murder case.

Oh, wait a minute.

No. None of it.

that I find most distasteful.

( suspenseful theme playing )

That was also Mr. Gifford's first production.

You were kidding

on the subject sufficient to enable him to--"

Well, we could use one of the dressing rooms.

It was a long time ago.

Very well, Mr. Mason.

contrary to their natural destiny.

ROYCE ( on tape ): What are you in such a rush for?

If it please the court, I agree with defense counsel,

You'll rewrite my part the way I want it.

Anything else, John?

With nothing more important than this.

What is becomes what was...

I'm such a nasty person in the play.

But this time I do.

We'll have to wait until morning.

I hear angels singing.

Now, Mr. West... ( sighs )

Mm, artistic flops? ( scoffs )

I don't have to do anything, Ernie.

I heard you tell Ernie Royce you'd be back last night.

From whom did you get this money?

Why you doing it?

including a plastic mold of the bullet

For I submit that every Royce play you produced

I will stipulate that all facts

It would be the wrong word, Mr. Gifford.

at a less busy time.

belonging to all kinds of people.

But he'd probably kill you first.

Both corpses have been buried,

( puts drink down )

all excited about nothing, Jim.

Personally, I'd say whoever killed Royce

( jazzy theme playing )

Well, shall we get to the business at hand?

at about, um, 6:00 tonight.

He's Mr. Gifford's business manager.

Saves us the trouble of listening to it.

about flaming hamburgers on a sword?

the morning after Mr. Brooks gave you his check

It was when he was brought here by Ernest Royce

And I can tell you now...

"When do I get the last act?'

( indistinct chatter )

Defendant's Exhibit A for identification.

Unless he was in the last act.

Now, what was in this old, forgotten grave

I don't remember.

Forced me to give him money...

Please, Mr. Gifford, the gun.

All right, quiet, please.

An advance on his royalties.

I turned it all over to John Gifford, the producer.

It had great promise.

Well, ten to one, it ain't a hamburger.

Well, it's too late. The banks are closed.

"Eat the best from East to West."

Uh, Mr. Mason. Thank you.

But he knew I couldn't kill.