Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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