Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I suppose you're part of that crowd that's tryin' to get rid of me.
What do you mean? Don't you remember, at the party,
But why would I kill the man? I didn't even know him.
Yeah, as a matter of fact, he is the killer. [Chuckling]
What do you mean you won't need them?
Now scoot. I'll be fine.
but facts are facts.
They're talking about a movie deal, but don't get your hopes up.
Aw, gee, lady, I don't know. It was the end of the shift, and I was on my way home.
So... [Clears Throat]
that detective would have had to be wearing soft rubber-soled shoes.
Uh, listen.
Nonsense. You arrived in style. You'll go back the same way.
Or, at least, I have been.
Ah! You got it. Are-Are we through here?
with dozens of melodic gems from my incomparable repertoire.
I don't much care for the people either. Even Preston Giles?
You're very kind. I know. I'm a real prince.
[Whispering] All right. Ashley's office is at the end of the corridor on the left. Why are you whispering?
[Weakly] Yes.
Look, l... I was just filling time after your uncle died.
[Ticking] [Man Snoring]
Chief, why did they arrest Louise McCallum?
If anyone had been outside, they could have heard the shot.
What are you talking about? You look great.
Maybe I'm old-fashioned, but I don't have much use for city life.
Yeah, yeah, I know. Guys at my job are supposed to have a problem someplace else.
Does it tickle? [Chuckling] Just a little.
[Footsteps Running Away]
Oh! [Crying] Jessica?
A very persistent reporter from the New York Times.
Because they may be following me. I can't be sure.
then lured Grady out to the pool area.
Seems that Baxendale had a reputation as a cheap blackmailer. What's that got to do with Grady?
[Snoring]
[Sighs] Grady, it's only 8:15. I hate parties.
However, in this case, I think he does have his facts correct.
Do you eat apples? What?
Grady will be exonerated one way or the other.
New Holvang? Are you sure?
And then... Yes?
Bye.
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Oh, my goodness. Eight copies.
[Both Laughing] ♪♪[Piano Fanfare]
Preston, wait.
Well, any requests? How about you, Doctor?
I mean, in that costume, the killer may have been after you.
- And stupid to boot. - That so?
That's weak, Mrs. Fletcher. That's very weak.
You're supposed to be on your way to Maine. What are you doing here?
♪Then he gave her a royal... ♪♪
Can you follow that bus?
[Grady] "McCallum had registered at the inn shortly after 10:30.
You know, like some people needlepoint or paint.
[Crying] Then when I realized... When I read that newspaper...
This is Jessica Fletcher.
With this much light, there couldn't have been a mistake.
The killer saw the costume and assumed that McCallum was in that costume.
He's putting in his time till he gets his pension.
Even off-Broadway doesn't come that cheap.
I'm afraid so.
I know. I want... I want to get off.
You don't suppose he could have found that report in Ashley's room?
Yes, Marvin. I got the dough.
the finger of suspicion will point equally at each of your guests.
But, like a good host, you offered to put her up anyway.
[Man] House lights!
Mrs. Fletcher, what about your luggage?
There you are. I rest my case.
There. What'd I tell you? Aunt Jess!
[Paper Rustles] All right. I'll be there as soon as possible.
Well, we live with them because we have to.
We'll catch the second act tomorrow with everyone else.
They were lying in the middle of the ring.
He's not the man in the pool, is he?
Chief, did Mr. Giles tell you about last night's intruder?
to make the police think that the killer had intended to kill Caleb.
Charmed. Charmed. Somebody slipped you a copy of the script, right?
No, no, no, no. Doctor, off-Broadway. Off-Broadway, my friend.
These publicity junkets, they come with the territory.
Gunderson is an incompetent fool!
♪When you tucked me up your sleeve ♪