Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Loud Crash] Oh. What was that?
Well, she's being questioned just right at this very moment.
Yes, I suppose tomorrow would be soon enough to start.
It's her I'm worried about. She's crazy.
- What is it? What have you figured out? - I'm not sure.
Good night now.
Well, thank you for calling.
Daniel! Daniel.
That's the same distance the killer was from Sherlock Holmes when he was shot.
Do you want to be arrested for murder?
Suppose you tell me what happened here last night, Mr. Giles.
I'm makin' it your business.
it's worth a lot more than a few bucks on a meter.
this is my favorite day of the week.
and I promised I'd take her class for her.
And no-nobody heard a shot. From a 12-gauge shotgun?
- My card. - You still haven't answered my question. What are you doing here?
[Chuckling] Jessica! Oh, Mrs. Fletcher!
Grady, what time does your office close?
♪ Bring on the sleet and ice up the street ♪♪
What did I promise you? A quiet little weekend?
The fact is that I never intended to have the book published.
Well.
Hey, I wasn't. Honest.
Wait here. Grady?
So, uh, you know, just keep yourselves available. That's all for right now.
Petey. Petey, I'll be seein' ya. [Muttering]
Just sign your name and the date, honey. This is just an investment.
[Laughing]
Just so you understand... [Sniffs]
I don't think it's fair to reveal the identity of the murderer. What's the difference?
You have a rare gift for murder.
[Whispering] Grady!
Hold it, mister! Stay right there.
Ever since I entered this room,
♪ She was the queen of office sweethearts ♪
And I say no, thank you.
You know, uh, I don't think there's anybody here right now.
[Fall Board Slams]
Yes. Marvin, your client's talent is exceeded only...
There's nothing to reconsider, dear.
He was more than likely waitin' for a chance to come down here and talk to me privately.
while you were washing out my dress.
[Screaming]
George. George, will you sharpen up that last cue.
He starts next September 4. Oh.
Well, I don't know about that. I left the party early.
My book? Oh, of course I don't mind.
[Shotgun Blast]
Roger, please!
Jessica, are you really going to be on television? I'm afraid so.
Mr. Brill has been very unsuccessful for several years,
at sunup, next to the lake.
Why, thank you, I think.
I'm mortified by my behavior. I've come to beg your forgiveness.
So that sonic boom was the sound of the shotgun. Ah. 11:15.
I may be a small town cop, but I know my job. Do you, Chief? I wonder.
Oh, I must hurry. I've got a phone call to make. Kit.
the shot was fired from 25 feet away, no more.
You got the dough for this thing, right?
We're checkin' the fingerprints.
And you did kill him, for the same reason...
It's so hard to imagine Louise a murderer.
considerin' she's your only alibi. [Sighs]
I'm sorry, Peter, but at those prices, off-Broadway is off my budget.
Uh, whatever made you think the uncle is the killer? Well, isn't he?
This is Preston Giles. What can I do for you?
Jess.
[Clock Ticking]
Surely not business on a Saturday night?
- Oh, yeah? - Listen, honey.
Roger, is that you?
Grady? Well, what's the matter?
totally convinced she's written half the novels in the Library of Congress.
So, let's hear it. Chief, really, this is none of my business.
too fast for a widow woman from Maine.
Chief. I've got auditions for a new show. I've gotta be in town by this evening.
I want a charter plane waiting for me at Teterboro ready to go when I arrive.
Oh, thanks, but, no. I just spent several hours across the street...
Now just off the top of your head, how long would you say he'd been dead?
♪ I was your lucky boutonniere ♪
A hotshot detective, third grade, had a hunch that I was still alive.
I didn't kill my husband.
Uh, there's a lot to see.
Oh, thank God! I'm just fine.
You're what? A private investigator.
Miss, uh... Mrs. Fletcher. This is Mrs. Hoey, in charge of punch.
What, with snoopin' around in the upstairs bedrooms?
Hello! Captain Caleb?
Except for me.
Grady is fine. Karl Teretsky is having him released.
Well, I don't. Oh.
Yes, of course.
Don't see as how we have much choice,
He made enough money to stage a modest comeback,
♪ He gave her dictation and a place to stay ♪
You know, I don't even think I'm gonna write another book.