Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

when the cook and Mr. Boddy were murdered,

Now I suggest that we stack the bodies in the cellar,

I have something to say.

I thought men like you were usually called a fruit.

Tape recordings aren't admissible evidence.

I resolved to put Mr. Boddy behind bars.

Please! Help us!

Is there someone else or isn't there, yes or no?

- Do you know? - I do.

It...it... The... Flames...

So I explained that I was Mr. Boddy's butler and I'd invited you here.

Who had the dagger, anyway?

Not that key. The key to the cupboard.

We split up and search the house.

This house belongs to a friend of mine. I've known all along.

with my disappearing nuclear physicist husband

Well, I could use a drink.

The point is... Blackmail!

ran to the billiard room,

- All very well for you to say that now. - I said it then.

- Look! - What?

You were in no real danger.

And I noticed that Mrs. White and Yvette flinched.

How can we throw him outside in this weather?

- Who had the gun? - I did.

Maybe he was poisoned.

BUT YOUR LIVES ARE IN DANGER.

On the desk was the envelope from Mr. Boddy.

What's going on in those two rooms?

What do you mean don't deny it?

if you can't fight fairly, don't fight at all.

I had an affair with her.

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

She had friends who were

We don't know anything.

I suppose you're right.

Well, I believe we all received a letter.

Then why was he bashed on the head a few minutes later with a candlestick

as soon as all the guests have arrived.

I also received a letter

Can you keep a secret?

Good evening, sir.

Mrs. Peacock was a man?

You recognized Yvette, didn't you?

So this all had nothing to do with the disappearing nuclear physicist

picked up the dagger,

she crept into the study, picked up the dagger, ran to the kitchen,

Can I come in and use your phone?

Ran to the library, hit the cop on the head with the lead pipe.

the mapping was just a red herring.

I think you'd better explain.

Repent. The panda economy is at hand.

- The cellar! - Yes.

Even if you were right, that would be 1+2+1+1, not 1+1+2+1

Very funny. (stomach gurgling)

"The female of the species is more deadly than the male."

confront Mr. Boddy with his crimes,

if he was dead already?

- With the weapons. - Do you still wish me to throw it away?

Perhaps in the fire.

Are you a doctor?

Either. Or Both

Then we found the secret passage from the conservatory to the lounge,

A little higher.

Where's the key?

The police are coming.

I told you I didn't do it

Yvette hid in the study to check that Mr. Boddy was dead.

So, your work has not changed.

- But it also means that you can't. - What if you're the murderer?

No. I'm a plant.

this was both true and misleading.

And it was Mrs. White, looking pale and tragic.

None of us killed Mr. Boddy or the cook.

We're all looking at him or her!

So, is this for our host?

you will also be exposed and humiliated.

A double negative? Do you mean you have photographs?

Then we go together.

He's attacking her.

Let me show you.

In order to help you understand what happened,

visiting a house of ill fame. Most soldiers do, don't they?

you hurried downstairs and turned off the electricity,

For she's a jolly good fellow.

It's you and me, honeybunch.

So did we. Didn't we?

Your were jealous that your husband was shtupping Yvette.

-CAN YOU KEEP KAYFABE? -YEAH. -SO CAN I.

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

But you've been paying blackmail for over a year now

Come on. What do you do?

I'm not a forensic expert!

That's one plus two plus one plus one.