Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, I got the right life.

-So you think he took the locket? -Might have.

Harlan, no! No!

You are incredible.

What about you? You should be ashamed.

I guess they worked a little too well.

They're separated.

You really know how to slum it.

Now, anyway, I'm sure that when Mr. Addison said that he heard a shot...

...there are no givens.

You don't have to say anything.

I suspect you're probably the type that breaks hearts.

Last night we were out on her terrace. Her balcony railing gave way.

A husband, a wife. One alive, one dead.

Leave a note...

-Excuse me? -Leave. Go.

I mean, the circumstances, the evidence, it's overwhelming.

-You hate me, don't you? -What's that?

How many shots did you hear?

If the guy had been dead before she shot him, I would have noticed.

I just got it with the wrong guy.

-Dead. Dead. Dead! -Alive. Alive. Alive!

My head just hit the pillow last night, when I realised I forgot to call you....

-You are, you're jealous. -Stop reasoning with your underwear.

And five minutes later, she killed him again so you'd be sure to see it.

And two days ago, I noticed...

She's just another girl.

...soon to be in the black. She's fine. Just fine.

There is no case. She didn't hire us to go by her hotel room.

She's been taking pills her husband gave her to help her sleep better.

-I think her life's in danger. -You think what?

Hello, operator? I think I reached a number that's no longer in service.

Is there something I can do for you?

-My interest is strictly professional. -As opposed to amateur?

I-- I'm not proud of what I did.

...one shot the night your husband was murdered.