Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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