Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The party tonight... we're all coming as our favorite fictional character.
[Exclaiming, Hysterical] What's the matter?
What better way to repay your kind invitation than to amuse your guests.
You're from Maine. You know about fish.
Chasing around New York City alone, at night, maybe following a killer?
but, these last few days, I've been insulted, browbeaten and patronized.
[Jessica] What's the matter, Chief? Your car break down?
Very well.
The Count of Monte Cristo.
I think you would have confessed if you thought that Grady was in any real danger.
Ah, well, ah, yes. As a matter of fact, I do.
Why? Obviously, to pass it on to someone else.
They usually fall through. Oh, I certainly hope so.
Anyway, the two of them have alibis for both killings.
He's been stealing confidential information from his company.
shortly after 1:00 p.m. Today, accompanied by her attorney.
You might have made a charming guest.
Oh, not her job. She's too smart for that.
Driver, take the lady to her hotel. Sure thing, Mac.
[People Chattering] Pull!
Do you think I'm taking any pleasure in it?
"Shoes." Now, last night at the party,
[Clears Throat] So I'm headin' back home.
[Shotgun Blast]
Oh, Aunt Jess, this is Kit Donovan.
You think he killed the captain? Oh, no. No, not at all.
But I do know that Ethel Jenks is leaving Wednesday to visit her daughter in Montpelier,
Mrs. Fletcher, you're a very shrewd cookie, but you're barking up the wrong tree.
Karl Teretsky is one of the best trial lawyers in the state.
Well, the... New York City Homicide has taken over this case.
I hope you're right, Mrs. Fletcher. He seems to be a nice young man... for a thief.
Baxendale?
[Kiss] Safe trip. Yes.
Seventy-five cents. Oh, y-yes, of course.
I want you to know, Louise, that inviting Ashley Vickers was not my idea. Ah.
Hey, well, listen, buddy, you know, you don't play so hot either.
At 11:15, I was sitting half-naked in an upstairs bedroom...
No offense intended. Oh, none taken.
Yes. I was here. [Dog Howls, Distant]
Said we'd find something very interesting on this boat.
That could just be a coincidence. Oh, I don't think so, Kit.
It was a great pleasure meeting you, Mrs. Fletcher.
And before you ask, I'm Cinderella's godmother.
I'll call you later.
Oh. That's for last night.
It's just that, well, it's so easy to write about murder.
That's what you're all thinking, isn't it?
Twice, I nearly turned around and came back.
And remember, whoever she was dealing with...
No, ma'am. I just, uh, wanna have a chat.
Have a good trip. [Kit] Okay.
I can't believe it. Why not?
But there's some county detectives in there questioning him, and they're not so sure.
My name is Dexter Baxendale. You're kidding.
You'll leave here when I say so and not before.
I'm almost sure that he got in through that window. Now, look here.
Over in Jersey, you got your Bayonne.
All the way to the railway station, I was thinking about you.
l financially destroyed my three ex-partners from a safe distance.
Strange. I found him very diligent.
[Knocking]
The Times reporter assigned to interview me...
I've got a lot to clear up around here. I understand.
Then, for the last few months, she gets frozen out.
I just got off the phone with Karl Teretsky. Things aren't looking any better.
Hey, I know you're a little upset. "Upset"?
[Muttering] Honey, sweetheart. Sweetheart, come on.
Oh, you mean those self-important media types.
in hotel rooms all over town. Kit.
Oh. Uh, well...
there's no way that you can justify the murdering of Caleb McCallum.
They think that Grady lost his temper and shot him with the skeet gun.
Oops. Sorry, Ashley.
You know, Ashley, there could be strength in numbers.
- Oh. There's my nephew now. - Aunt Jess.
Now, when do I get to meet this publisher I've heard so much about?
[Clears Throat] Well, well, well.
Now, first thing tomorrow morning, that gentleman and I are going to have a...
Well, shall we have a go at the inquisitors? [Kit Chuckles]
Aren't you just a little out of season, Ebenezer? After all, this is April.