Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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