Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Bummer.
Less time than it takes to grow a decent beard.
You'll feel a little tightness in the chest...
-That's never happened before. -And it's not going to happen again.
-Want a cigarette now? -Will you stop? What do we tell her?
Well, it sure sounded like a woman's scream.
All what pictures?
Hello. Hello?
-...kept asking me questions. -He's supposed to. You're a witness.
Oh, it's difficult to say.
Well, Emily lived there until recently.
You two were in cahoots, gaslighting Margaret.
Gets himself sedated and cruises the ozone without a care in the world.
I guess Miss Hayes and Mr. Addison recognize potential when they see it.
I must have been very close to the other side.
You don't want my help?
Mrs. Renborn must be loaded.
Thank goodness it's you. You gave us quite a scare.
She did?
...until she shot an innocent man who she happened to be in love with--
-You're a temp. -Watch it.
You? They don't even know you're alive.
It's cold in here.
I mean, we just gave him a little something to do on the case.
Bert?
...from a Mrs. Renborn.
-Agnes. -You were right all along.
It appears we have blown a fuse.
Barno followed.
Be in touch as soon as possible.
This is research on the Renborn case.
Anyway, they want me to get started on the McPheny case.
-Good afternoon. -Good afternoon. Please come in.
But reality is subjective.
That's all.
You both have a severe tongue-lashing coming.
Careful.
...outsleuth you.
You're a visitor. You're an interloper.
Mrs. Renborn, whatever is on the other side of that door...
I'm on my way, sir.
Why don't I call her? We can have a chat.
It's a perfect alibi, wouldn't you agree?
Yes. It was Father who taught me to dance.
...prostitution, opium smuggling--
How thoughtful.
You can get anything printed on a credit card.
But first, the main power source has to be off...
-Thank you for seeing me. -Won't you have a seat?
Miss Hayes and Mr. Addison wanted the company's personnel files...