Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Fernando Alves.
Oh, it stinks. I can nick it.
I couldn't sleep, so,
What did you find?
certain that once the shock wore off,
Her face,
I loved her.
That others cannot be eliminated.
My client, and the husband.
You feel nothing for me.
There are cameras in and outside the building
Well, what about his alibi?
I wanted to tell you, but...
Mendoza: Of course. But it wasn't.
-The book was crap. -(chuckles softly)
He then fled the scene and went into hiding,
Feel together.
You know, that it wasn't my fault.
He must be looking like a grown man by now?
It's going well, but you'll need to testify.
-See? See? -Henry.
-However much that disappoints you. -Haley: And the truth is...
You should be ashamed! (GRUNTS)
there's no evidence for that, as far as I know.
(sobbing softly): She was just lying there.
That's it.
What's our case, Haley?
Fernando: She was everything to me.
(playful screaming)
-Am I right to find out who did this? -Stamper: Your honor--
Stamper: Your honor...
♪ Dream a little dream of me ♪
Mr. Alves.
Which is what he did.
(kisses softly)
No.
-Don't you dare say that-- -Man: Are you Jonathan Fraser?
(crowd clamoring, shouting)
just as they should have taken a more serious look at Mr. Alves.
You say you didn't do it.
head. They were like mush.
In this case,
(indistinct chatter)
I might go as far as to say that these jurors are liars.
Catherine Stamper: And what did you find?
who goes for walks to disappear,
(whispers): Hey.
What is the point of this?
We never had a dog.
(whispers): What?
They're saying, like, "Can't make the prosecutor feel good
After he'd come back.
Street cameras, however,
There were no other men.
See himself to the bus. And he didn't.
He was the only one.