Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, the tape with Barbara Walters is going to air on Friday.
Well, the point is, someone killed Sherlock Holmes.
the good Lord never intended for me to look like a barber pole.
- I'm flabbergasted. - [Chuckles]
Why don't we cut outta here?
♪♪[Continues]
Oh! [Laughing] Be nice to him, Jessica.
the beatification of the trivial...
Well, we may not need that list of names anyway.
Well, I could always come as Lady Godiva.
Are you kidding? Two years ago, she was low gal in the steno pool.
Grady, whoever bought and then resold those overpriced properties...
Uh, forgive me.
Don't ask the details, but the police assumed I died in the attempt.
Jessica?
So I hired Baxendale to find out who it was.
You had to divert attention away from Baxendale.
What are you tellin' me? The guy in the pool wasn't McCallum?
Well, it's an old Fletcher recipe...
Well, would you be good enough to connect me? Well, that's very kind.
[Ashley] Peter.
Fact is, what we're dealing with here is, uh, murder.
I will do the best I can. [Handset Clatters]
No, thanks. I know how you people operate.
As long as I'm alive, she lives like a queen.
Trying to tie up a loose end.
My... My identification's in my inside coat pocket.
You get used to it. Jessica, who are you coming as tonight?
Yeah, you are, Chief. You always have been.
[Engine Starts] Just put me on the train. I'll be fine.
by her monumental capacity for flagellation of the treble clef.
Jessica, millions of people will be watching.
Yes.
Daniel! What happened? What's the matter?
Uh, wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Oh, and eggs. What was that about?
You're welcome, sir. Grady, let's go.
Where are you? [Writing]
♪♪[Continues] Hello, Davis! I see we're not the first to arrive.
in which she practically admitted having stolen that report.
Swell, they can tack on breaking and entering onto my murder one sentence.
to conduct a discreet investigation.
♪ I was the rabbit in your hat ♪
But, Caleb, that still doesn't explain what he was doing in your Sherlock Holmes costume.
And he told me Friday... Friday, he told me...
Well, maybe just for a day or so.
between Ashley Vickers and that Broadway composer.
I suppose what I like best of all was your courage...
that McCallum tells us is worth $300,000 or $400,000 in the wrong hands.
Though I doubt that any of us despised him enough to kill him.
Right. Well, thanks a lot. [Elevator Bell Dings]
How about a nice cup of coffee? No, thanks. I was looking for Caleb.
but now I understand.
Now, don't be silly. Well.
Let me drive you home. No! I can manage!
Oh, it's a pleasure, Mrs. Fletcher. Grady's told me so much about you.
You were. Honest. [Laughs]
Of course, we could be quite a while.
Now, out on the Island, you got your Bayshore, your Bayville, your Bayside.
[Gasps]
Now, I wanna keep this short and to the point.
♪♪ [Upbeat]
It's some reporter from Yale University. I think you better take it.
It's almost 8:00. What happens at 8:00?
At least he was the moment that he was killed.
Phil Donahue? Donahue? I may die.
So, what do you think about Mrs. McCallum?
if my questions seem blunt. We understand, Chief.
Good evening, Mr. Fletcher. Evening, Tom.
I assume you know that they've arrested my nephew.
Baxendale could have been in my nephew's room by accident.
We'll see. [Kit] Jessica! Wait!
[Exclaiming, Indistinct]
Oh, I think you did. At least he knew you. Don't you remember?
We know it wasn't Ashley Vickers or Peter Brill.
My dear lady, I have no idea what you're talking about.
♪It became so very clear♪
Good evening, Mrs. March.
but no amount of coercion will force me to betray a trust.
Aw, come on. They'll love you, just like I do.
I'm all right. I'm just fine.
some little problems... and somebody is leaking out confidential information.
my pubescent friend.
It was as if something suddenly clicked into place.