Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But I didn't disturb any evidence. Believe me.
Look, lady, to tell you the truth, I wanna get home. My feet are killin' me.
And you haven't seen Little Red Riding Hood either.
I went out. I went to get some... fresh air.
Uh, yeah, Madge. The name's Caleb McCallum.
Now, you come along with me. We'll go to one of the upstairs bedrooms.
[Chuckling] Uh, come as what?
Thirty dollars a ticket? [Chuckles]
Thank you.
If you're here to audition, honey, come back tonight.
The fringes of civilization.
But it's all been arranged. They booked you on the Today show, David Letterman, Phil Donahue.
You see, I'm not only gonna take your purse,
Now, I believe that your private detective was the intended victim all along,
♪♪[Woman Singing Off-key, Indistinct]
[Elevator Bell Dings]
Now, where was it? I had it here someplace.
Oh, Grady, if only I hadn't been such a terrible busybody.
Accordin' to the witnesses, they didn't leave there till past 2:30 in the mornin'.
- Aunt Jess, that's police business. - At the moment, the police business seems to be convicting you of murder.
I certainly wouldn't want to be your 13th.
but I knew that, if the police ever started poking around his files,
You mean when you and l... That's right.
- Not funny, friend. - But accurate.
I mean, how could he possibly have known that that costume was in the hall closet?
I'm sorry. I think the police have already made up their minds.
Oh. Chief. Mr. Giles.
Hello. Oh, excuse her. The lady wants to be excused.
[Screaming] My God!
Sir!
You're investigating the murder of a private detective.
♪♪[Woman Continues Singing]
[Exhales] I realize this weekend didn't turn out quite the way we planned.
Lady, I'm not supposed to open the doors anyplace but a special stop, but for you...
I was hoping we could have a nice little private chat.
She works for the publishing company in public relations.
Well, I could hardly drag myself away. [Chuckling]
But l-I still don't...
Exact change, lady. Oh, but I don't have exact change.
Huh?
♪You played a trick on my heart, honey ♪
Baxendale narrowed the list of suspects down to six.
it started spitting out last year's wholesale fish prices.
[Gasps] Um, in about 20 minutes.
You can horn in on one of my cases anytime.
Baxendale took the Sherlock Holmes costume out of the front closet so he could mingle,
If this is some kind of a sick joke...
I was in a blind rage. I took a gun and shot him.
Uh, 6:30, 7:00. Aunt Jess, what's going on?
[Footsteps Continue Approaching]
Peter and I have enjoyed a perfect partnership.
I suppose they think that a chief of police from a small town like me is in over his head.
But the police investigated. There were no jets overhead Saturday night.
[Jessica] Oh, I'm sure you didn't, Grady.
Afternoon, Mrs. Fletcher. Uh, Davis, do you mind dropping me off at headquarters?
Well, not everyone was convinced that I was dead.
Well, not if I can help it. Okay. Then I'll tell you what.
Are you sure? Absolutely.
Isn't that a coincidence? Grady's told me absolutely nothing about you.
That's okay. It's my pleasure. Just give me your key.
[Changemaker Clicking] [Jessica] Ah.
with that famous writer... Miss Jennifer Fletcher.
[All Chattering]
How delightful. I was totally fooled.
Grady, did you get what we need? Well, not exactly.
Well, surely she's not a suspect, is she?
Taxi! [Honking]
Despite the insanity that has surrounded our brief acquaintance,
George! Get me that idiot of a writer! I wanna talk to him now!
And now I'm... I'm not exactly sure where that is.
to catch this singer's act.
Grady, do me a favor, will you?
He insists on interviewing you first thing Monday morning. Oh.
Oh, you may turn me over to the local constable, Mr. Giles,
But Baxendale was discovered in your nephew's room.
Listen, Doc, if there's one thing I know about, it's the public taste buds.
That's the way it works, lady. Up the street. Down the street.
l-I couldn't wait to get out of this city, go back where I belong.
And I think I have it. It's Edmond Dantes, isn't it?
[Grunts]