Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now, now. There's nothing to be frightened of.
-And who are you? -I'm Herbert Viola.
What's wrong? Ludwig?
Twice in the same encounter. Are we made for each other or what?
...has me a little jumpy.
You're taking this badly.
Nol
Some detective. All I did was get a disturbed woman worked up...
Murder was never part of the plan.
David, I'm serious. Do you want to tell that woman we think she's crazy?
Pleased to meet you, major general.
...and realized that your case was very important.
I hope.
Agnes, I'm sorry you feel slighted.
Oh, Emily heard it all too.
I believe the fuse box is this way, sir.
Don't worry. We've heard crazy before.
--is from the detective agency. I tried to hire them.
-I'm a dead man. -Yes.
Move that candle in a little closer so I can see.
If you're spouse is a louse, or your kid has been napped...
How long have you been here, three months?
Mrs. Renborn, how may we help you?
Help you grow. Help you succeed.
But reality is subjective.
You see, the mind has a built-in defence mechanism...
When is it going to end?
That's why we have to talk to Ludwig. And I don't think it should wait.
But, God, it's so natural, so easy.
Look, I don't want it to be like this.
Neither do we. But we're going to get to the bottom of it.
I know it's tough to qualify for a mortgage these days...
You don't even park in the garage.
You see, I had to help commit Mrs. Renborn to a sanitarium tonight.
It doesn't matter. They're not interested, right?
-Like? -Excuse me?
Viola.
Lady, that can't be good for your face.
Come on.
-I thought you did. -No.
...a circuit breaker, if you will.