Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He hated my wife

And I prevented you from telling me your real name

Of course she did.

But that was his job. He was an illusionist.

And then the doorbell rang.

My response When Graham posts on AmArt

I think you'd better explain yourself, Wadsworth.

My life is an open book I’ve never done anything wrong

I got them here so they'd give evidence against him

- I know. - Then unlock it.

Of course good things take time

Easy. Yvette told you.

But your souls are in danger.

"and painful financial liability."

He's got new injuries. Well, he's certainly dead now.

And It's always difficult when a group of new friends

Socialism Well…we all make mistakes.

YES WHAT NO WHY!?

I'm a capitalist,

- No. I'm a plant. - Plant?

THIS IS GETTING SERIOUS

Wadsworth would be informing the police about it all.

have no access to government secrets.

And Colonel Mustard and Mrs. White.

gentlemen with the company of a young lady for a short while.

That sounds like a confession to me. In fact, the double negative

A bit late for that

Look. I want a straight answer.

Nobody! Look. There's no gunshot wound.

And guess who's getting it?

I shall need to take you through the events of the evening step-by-step.

What is Mr green saying?

Well, you had the gun. If you didn't shoot him, who did?

Armageddon is almost upon us.

I'll catch her. Fall into my arms.

Yes. Bad luck that motorist arrived at that moment.

Wadsworth, am I right in thinking there's nobody else in this house?

And if I didn't appear,

Then, coming out of the library, the doorbell rang. It was a singing telegram.

I did, in the hall, with the revolver.

Let him stay locked up for another half hour.

I, too, am being blackmailed for something I didn't do.

I didn't know it was that free.

You're Mr. Boddy!

Mr. Boddy was on the floor, pretending to be dead,

Unless he wasn't dead before.

Can you keep a secret? -yes -So can I.

for a doctor to take advantage of his patients,

As everyone here is in the same boat,

Sorry, didn't mean to frighten anyone.

Mr. Green, Miss Scarlet, Colonel Mustard.

Clue math 1+1+2+1??

How disgusting!

This is war Peacock!!

- And to make a long story short... - Too late!

It contains evidence, I presume?

and then turn him over to the police.

for the use of an alias.

He won't be driving home, Officer. I promise you that.

Wait a minute. Suppose that one of us is the murderer.

I can tell you. He's working on the secret of the next fusion bomb.

We had no money. And the price of his silence

But he was with us in the billiard room when we found Yvette screaming.

What's this, Wadsworth?

the doorbell rang.

Well, I'm gonna start while it's still hot.

Yeah, but I dropped it on the table.

We laid her down with our backs to the freezer.

I suggest that we stack the bodies in the cellar, lock it, leave quietly one at a time, and forget that any of this ever happened.

Wadsworth, we got him

I know. So I choose to expose myself.

I’m not an arboreal expert!

I feel no personal shame or guilt about this.

Mrs. White sat here.

I told you I didn't do it.

What's your top-secret job, Colonel?

And furthermore, I'm gonna tell you how it was all done.

Of course. Why not?

- They... She did... - That lady... He...

Whoever killed Mr. Boddy also wanted his accomplices dead.