Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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