Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I mean, how do we know for sure that anyone intended to kill Baxendale?
Do you really think it'll come to that... a trial?
Can't be too careful, you know?
And third, have you also checked the bank accounts?
- George, I want to get off. - You just got on.
Well, I'm sure he didn't want to be seen.
What's the matter, Kit? In the pool! In the pool!
This weekend, before the trouble,
Oh, I love that outfit. Who are you supposed to be tonight... Rhett Butler?
And you assume that Grady is the thief?
I expect the deed to be done in my parlor. [Chuckles]
Get back here, mama.
That's what I got. Oh, then you must try some of our ointment.
That's terrific. Look, I gotta go. The captain's called a meeting.
whose identity had not been divulged by authorities."
It gave me the goose bumps. Oh, yes.
How else do you explain television?
You see the little things, the inconsistencies.
And don't forget to write to me and let me know how it worked.
Well, to recap, fast food mogul Caleb McCallum is dead at 58,
Jess, are you all right? Oh, better now that you're here.
Uh! Oh! Taxi! [Tires Screeching]
They didn't bother to investigate it because they thought it was a sonic boom.
Take care. [Mouthing Word]
Oh, please don't... Please don't go. Not just yet.
[Chuckles] I didn't think you'd go away happy.
Jane, I have to talk to the accountants.
Oh, you're quite welcome, Chief.
And out the back way, please. I'd rather not disturb our guests.
Whereas with you, sweet thing, the oblivion of Morpheus...
And as for my wife, Louise, we have a prenuptial agreement.
They won't say, but I think they need your help. Help from me?
Grady was with Kit Donovan.
Grady, I'm not coming back to this city. Not next month. Not next year.
Oh, fiddle-faddle! Mr. Baxendale was a detective, not a mind-reader.
aware of a confidential report that I'd received.
A young lady from the party... one of the guests... was with me.
You're in no condition. Leave me alone! For God's sake, leave me alone!
I've got a... I've got a 4:30 reservation on the train.
No, but don't tempt me.
[Inhales] Between church and football...
"The internationally known fast food king was accompanied by a young woman...
I do like you... a great deal.
Well, actually, I never suspected that my book would be published.
The question is, did the killer know that he was? What?
If not,
- I guess. - The police believe that Mr. Baxendale was shot by mistake,
What is it? What's the matter? What's wrong? No, Louise.
Very good, Mr. Baxendale. I'm almost sorry I'm throwing you out.
Is that so? Now, that private detective was discovered on the second floor.
Oh, yes. [Coughing]
Hey, mama, you lookin' for somethin'? Excuse me.
I enjoy yours better.
This is my aunt visiting from Maine.
Yes.
Well, Mrs. Fletcher, nice to see you again. Hello, Daniel.
In the cab, after you'd retained the lawyer,
You wanna try it? It just takes a clear eye and a steady hand.
Yes, but what would I say? I'd just make a fool of myself.
I want you to meet some real people...
- It's Grady. He's been arrested. - Arrested? For what?
- Escort this gentleman to his car. - Sure thing, Mr. Giles.
It is never inappropriate to wish the world a little ill will.
I gave it to a friend of mine who showed it to Coventry House, and...
You know, Mrs. J.B. Fletcher, you could be a very disruptive influence in my life.
Oh, now stop this fiddle-faddle. A young man's future is in dire jeopardy...
Hello, operator?
Not a chance. According to the police,
Oh, and believe me, Mr. Giles can't wait to meet you. Oh.
Well, I'm not.
But that's the trouble. I don't know where it's going.
Caleb!
It's some joke, huh? Oh, no, no.
like the Count of Monte Cristo...
No one deserves killing.
[Exhales]
Oh, Mrs. Fletcher, please. I wish you'd reconsider.
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- Caleb's murder proves that. - Sure does.
No problem. You folks can take all the time you want.
Ha ha! That should clear the room nicely. Bah! Humbug!
Jess! In God's name, where have you been? We've been worried sick.
Or, more specifically, Preston,
Preston, even if I could bring myself to believe that,
♪ Bah, humbug ♪