Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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