Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Journal entry one:
Emily panicked. She had no stomach for murder.
...and secret corridors.
But should anything like this ever happen again....
Well, that's easy enough to replace.
The kind of stuff you do at, say...
Look, it's 4 a.m., and we've had a rather eventful evening here tonight.
...impaling them on long poles...
...and representing yourself as a private investigator.
Thank you for waiting.
-I see. -And my handwriting is not great.
What are you gonna say?
What exactly would you want us to do?
With proper medical management and the kind of intensive therapy...
It's all over.
Field operative DiPesto. It's 1900 hours.
-Is he in his room? -Yes, but--
The Brinks people can wait.
-Lie. -Lie. For the love of Mike.
-Dan Aykroyd? -Mr. Addison...
Did you know her?
-No. -Then, I'm taking it very well.
The butler.
He gave me no choice.
Don't you have any manners?
Has it occurred to you who takes it up the kazoo when you don't solve this?
-Oh, no. -Oh, no what?
I've taken pay cuts during the hard times.
-...there's a woman to see you. -Send her in.
It seeps in through the foundation.
Well...
Velma Boulet.
I feel it happening to me as well.
Emily, the only spirits in this house are 86-proof...