Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Clicks Tongue]
Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Fletcher.
I hardly knew her.
No, but her accomplice could. What accomplice?
You gonna call the police? What, you got the phone in there?
Care to make a wish? I could use a dozen more novels by J.B. Fletcher.
Jessica Fletcher.
Fair enough?
Usually he has the decency to come home. [Woman Screams]
What's this I hear about you putting together a Broadway show?
I couldn't go through that, not after all these years.
But, obviously, he recognized me.
Turn the crank.
You know, that seafood guy. Course, that's unofficial.
[Wind Blowing Outside]
automatic banking, automatic security systems,
- I didn't dream for a minute... - That's the trouble, Aunt Jess.
I may get deathly ill just to develop a relationship.
At the moment, she is the suspect.
[Chuckling] But with me, it's my feet. What can I tell ya?
[Off-key] ♪You played a trick on my heart, honey ♪ ♪♪[Piano]
Oh, I beg your pardon, Chief Gunderson.
No amount of tip-toein' around's gonna change that.
Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay.
Now, if you ask me, that gives her a hell of a good reason.
Mrs. McCallum, why don't you let me drive you home? I can manage.
Chief, this evening, I was privy to a conversation...
Suppose I just settle for the pleasure of her company.
I think it's called a war council. Would you like to join us?
Well, actually, I've... I've not been sleeping well.
Continued success.
♪ Bah, humbug ♪
and I had my revenge on Captain Caleb.
Oh, they just brought her in for questioning, ma'am. That's all.
I'm not sure how long I'll be here. Would you please wait?
Grady, at great risk of exposure, Miss Vickers not only stole that report,
Now, in order to climb up to that window,
[Sighs] Not everyone in my profession sports a broken nose and dirty fingernails,
Excuse me. Do you have four quarters for a dollar?
They were like corns, only they weren't corns.
not critics or columnists, but my friends.
After New York, I know I'm not ready for Hollywood. [Laughing]
Which one is under investigation? [Chuckles]
You weren't actually following Ashley Vickers? I was, but I lost her.
Oh. Hmm?
[Rings]
- I was trying to comfort you. - Oh, no.
Are you all right?
I hope I look all right, but, you know,
It's been wonderful being with you both.
Maybe the both of them have run off to Grandmother's house.
Are you out of your mind? Do you wanna go to jail?
What do you think? I beg your pardon?
Yes, Mrs. Fletcher.
Kit, coordinate with Jane, will you? Um...
You're really shooting well today.
Don't get... Geez!
Karl Teretsky? That's pretty high-priced legal talent, Mr. Giles.
Well, it's the truth, isn't it?
A medley of my hit from yesteryear.
If I die, she gets next to nothin'.
And that automatically makes Grady the killer. Makes him a suspect... and a pretty good one.
- Good morning, Louise. - Don't tell me. I look like hell.
And it is an experience I'll never forget.
You really should, you know.
Speaking of which, the old rooster seems to have flown the coop.
The point is, the killer knew exactly who his victim was.
I'd like to very much.
Good for you. I don't know what that is, but I'm not eating it.
Preston's neighbors heard a loud noise at 11:15.
Maybe nothing.
All I want now is a hot bath and a cold drink.
But that's not true. Don't you know? What?
Flowers that bloom too quickly are fair game for a late frost.
Roger?
And this is Mrs. Thompson. She's brownies and, uh, macaroons? Macaroons.
But... [Sighs]
That detective could have ducked into Grady's room to avoid being seen.
It's over. I want no part of murder.
When I realized how easily I could have been seen...