Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Eight thousand?
What?
...or to help him grab his one chance at happiness?
He didn't exactly have all the social amenities.
He figured he could still make it look like a suicide.
...and told me the journals had been written about me.
I have something I need to talk to you about.
I mean, how are we gonna find "the daughter of the sun"?
And I'm not the one that divorced him a week later.
John had so much love, he wouldn't let anything stand in the way...
...I knew I didn't stand a chance.
I'm working on it right now. The presentation's practically finished.
I know what you're doing. I know why you're doing it.
-Why don't you keep it? -I can't.
Matches the photo.
Julie.
...and you're just not sure it's right.
And for God's sake, stop asking me how I feel about you.
Brian, I'm here all night. Okay?
-Why? -You're on the rebound.
-...we said some things to each other. -Yeah?
Thank you.
-Getting late. Leaving soon? -In a minute.
John has fallen in love with this woman from afar.
Here they come.
That's all, folks.
-Brian Gates. -David Addison.
I'm not the one that left in the middle of the night for Chicago...
...honoured.
This wouldn't have anything to do with that Laurel-and-Hardy delivery...
There we go.
Anything was better than having to talk to her face to face.
I hate all this silence.
I think maybe I'd like to come back up after all.
I got a clean slate, okay?
-Yeah. -You really mean that?
Are you all right? David?
...that's not the way we do things around here.
-What's this? -Those are copies of John's journal.
...and thinking about what you're gonna be...