Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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