Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Roy Gunderson. [Tsks]

What are you gonna do, take a subway? Forget about it, Mrs. Fletcher.

Workin' late tonight, huh? No. I mean, I'm not working.

When it's murder, the county cops have a way of takin' over.

At least act like you enjoy their company. I do.

[Slurring Words] Caleb. The party's beginning to pall. Let's go home,

I'm chief of police up in New Holvang.

As he was leaving the bedroom, he saw that brass figure of Blind Justice.

These leaks have cost me a great deal of money.

He insisted I meet him by the pool at 11:00.

♪And you didn't even shed a tear ♪♪

Many years ago, I was betrayed by three partners in a business venture.

Off 17th Street... that's where I lost Ashley Vickers.

Anyway, that's not why I called. You remember the last time I came to visit?

For heaven's sakes, Preston. I'm fine.

And, you know, it's a tad unseemly...

I think I hit a wrong button. Instead of real estate transactions,

[Chattering] Hold it, lady! Hold it! Hold it!

Oh, thank you. Thank you.

And I think you'll sleep much better once you've arrested Ashley Vickers.

I can respect that.

- I read your book. It's terrific. - Oh, thank you.

A least, I don't think I did.

Aw, forget it, Mrs. F. If this ointment works,

Now, Mr. McCallum, suppose you tell us what he was doin' here.

Are you sure you're leaving this time? Absolutely.

My name is Roy Gunderson.

[Laughing] Guilty. Nevertheless, I'm delighted to meet you.

Yes? Why are you calling me here?

and wearing the wrong costume.

I'll see you in the morning at the station, okay? [Handset Clatters]

- Miss Donovan. Is that right? - She's upstairs lying down.

that wants to get on with you in New London and ride to Providence.

Chief, my nephew did not kill that private detective.

What time what? I don't know. What's the difference? [TV Clicks Off]

I know, I know. You haven't got a thing to wear.

Maybe nobody told ya, but we had a murder here a few days ago.

Yes. One moment, please.

That's like Bonnie Parker alibiing Clyde Barrow. [Scoffs]

What are you fellas doin' here? Got an anonymous tip.

Maybe he came here to report early.

I gave him a couple of days off.

Well, naturally, I'll make it worth your while.

And all the other "last nights" you've put me through.

Like the Count of Monte Cristo.

Thank you so much, Daniel, for all your help.

Bet you whoever it was is the killer. Maybe.

for you to be fixing up your old auntie with a suitor,

Pres! Pres, will you please tell this old grump...

Ladies, this is a private rehearsal. No outsiders.

Listen. Only two people could have stolen that real estate report...

One had been stabbed, and the other drowned. Absolutely not.

then came back to the party to confront him... probably to extort a payoff.

That's right. I... I haven't seen him in almost an hour.

There's a reporter from the Yale newspaper...

I'm not at liberty to say.

You know, the police are absolutely convinced...

was a young woman, not a man, Preston.

Check it through to Boston. I'll pick it up there.

I'm gonna ignore that, Mr. Giles.

- What facts are those? - Well, I told you.

Back in Cabot Cove, the only thing we have with claws are lobsters, and we eat them.

For 20 bucks? Oh, I'm prepared to make up the difference.

at least I'll have made a very good friend.

Someone in my organization has been stealing information.

The victim's wife, Louise McCallum, arrived at the Hudson Street Police Station...

You bet. Take it easy, Mrs. F.

Not gonna drag that girl into this, are we?

The subject was blackmail.

Oh, and one other thing, young man.

that he was onto somethin', and he was gonna tie it all up this weekend.

[Elderly Woman] J.B. Fletcher? Hey, hey!

Maybe so. Maybe so, Mrs. Fletcher.

I told you I don't want you calling me anywhere, especially now.

This is all moving just...

Oh, no, no. It's nothing like that.

I want no surprise telegram mentioning the word "elopement."

I'm sure you're just as delightful as your book.

You know me? Yes, ma'am.

Now very slowly, I want your hands over your head,

Nope. I've got three quarters for a dollar.

Well, you see, Aunt Jess, they want to publish it.

Then you have no pretensions to having created literature?

And I was so sure you'd solve the mystery.

With Dexter Baxendale, discretion is a way of life.

[Jessica] You've been talking to Chief Gunderson.

Please, see me after the rehearsal.

I know the drill, son.

Captain, we may be forgetting something.

[Train Departing]

I was seated at the parlor piano delighting my fellow guests...