Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What's going on in those two rooms?

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

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

On the desk was the envelope from Mr. Boddy.

How can we throw him outside in this weather?

I think you'd better explain.

the mapping was just a red herring.

That's one plus two plus one plus one.

ran to the billiard room,

Tape recordings aren't admissible evidence.

I resolved to put Mr. Boddy behind bars.

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

Are you a doctor?

- Do you know? - I do.

What do you mean don't deny it?

For she's a jolly good fellow.

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

The point is... Blackmail!

Repent. The panda economy is at hand.

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

I'm not a forensic expert!

We split up and search the house.

So did we. Didn't we?

Where's the key?

None of us killed Mr. Boddy or the cook.

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

I told you I didn't do it

Well, I believe we all received a letter.

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

Maybe he was poisoned.

if he was dead already?

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

Then we go together.

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

Can I come in and use your phone?

We don't know anything.

Perhaps in the fire.

I suppose you're right.

Come on. What do you do?

I had an affair with her.

picked up the dagger,

We're all looking at him or her!

A double negative? Do you mean you have photographs?

Good evening, sir.

The police are coming.

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

- Look! - What?

Let me show you.

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

You were in no real danger.

Please! Help us!

She had friends who were

I have something to say.

Either. Or Both

No. I'm a plant.

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

Mrs. Peacock was a man?

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

you hurried downstairs and turned off the electricity,

It's you and me, honeybunch.

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

this was both true and misleading.

I also received a letter

- The cellar! - Yes.

In order to help you understand what happened,

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

confront Mr. Boddy with his crimes,

- Who had the gun? - I did.

Can you keep a secret?

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

with my disappearing nuclear physicist husband

Very funny. (stomach gurgling)

I thought men like you were usually called a fruit.

So, is this for our host?

you will also be exposed and humiliated.

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

BUT YOUR LIVES ARE IN DANGER.

Not that key. The key to the cupboard.

when the cook and Mr. Boddy were murdered,

And I noticed that Mrs. White and Yvette flinched.

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

as soon as all the guests have arrived.

You recognized Yvette, didn't you?

Well, I could use a drink.

So, your work has not changed.

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

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

A little higher.

Who had the dagger, anyway?

Your were jealous that your husband was shtupping Yvette.

He's attacking her.

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

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

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