Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Those are Melissa's address books and desk calendars.
There she is.
in the dark, cold forest under all that dirt.
I'm sorry, the battery on my hearing aid's on the fritz.
...if they thought about it. They react emotionally, spontaneously.
Mrs. Bower.
Now pull yourself together.
This is Mr. Bower.
A couple of minutes.
Murderer, murderer maybe. Fine. I don't care.
Good evening, police, this is David Addison.
Here, let me.
-Fine, just say what you mean. -We are not helping that man!
-If there's anything you need-- -No, really, I'm great.
No, if she's there, what do we say?
Yeah, just decided.
I'd hear Melissa's car pull in at night, she'd be crying.
And I don't care if she rises from the dead...
...meanwhile, my sister's still missing.
You planned that, didn't you?
...if you waited in the car while Mr. Addison and I spoke to your wife.
You go on ahead.
Is your wife a good driver?
How could your wife die twice?
We have you penciled in for the turn of the century.
She'd take off for this place. One thing led to another.
Now, in my book, that means either one of two things.
B-O-W-E-R.
When I got to the cabin and she was alone, I thought maybe not.
And so that maybe we could....
Jim.
Hello?
...I'll do that.
Yeah, well...
...if your wife wasn't dead at that cabin is you.
All it takes is time and a little thought.
You didn't answer my question last night, James.