Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

When was my last hit play? What, 10, 12 years ago?
to live in the shadow of a true genius.
I-I could not breathe.
- Uh, or is it just Mr. - Whichever you prefer.
Sir John, were you aware...
When I found you were missing, I got rather worried.
Now, you said that someone came up behind you and grabbed you. Mm-hmm.
Okay.
at Heathrow. Quite by chance.
Me? Oh, Diego. Well, your talents as a detective are very well known.
- She could use it, poor darling. - You're disgusting.
And you, Sir John. You honor me with your presence.
Belle, I haven't seen you making the, uh, concert rounds lately.
It is a rare and lucky man who can reach his 60th birthday...
Ah! It seems the last of my guests have arrived.
Stefan Conrad still hasn't returned from the search.
The raft is missing. You sure?
- Willard Kauffman. - Who perhaps conveniently had a heart attack this morning.
impressive display of seaside gardening.
But, Maria, I can't. I can't leave the island without arousing my father's suspicions.
All right.
The only left-handed smoker on the island... or, I should say, off the island.
[Grunts]
You seem very out of breath. I've been hurrying.
Love? [Laughing]
the least she could do is to arrive looking modestly presentable.
[Willard] Hmm. What would you do with it, my darling?
I thought I heard someone... in the shed, and...
Was his attack genuine? Oh, yes. Apparently so.
And now, if I may, I have a little surprise for one of you. [Ringing Bell]
it is not necessarily one of us.
I mean, how can a man without resources buy up valuable artworks?
Oh, thank you, Belle.
Oh, really, Jessica! It's general knowledge...
to the... some very reliable friends in London. And?
He can't, unless he's acting for someone else.
Oh, you know her? Only by reputation.
the Derby at Epsom in April.
A left-handed smoker.
I mean, I don't believe that he sneaked back on the island and shot Diego.
Oh! He's drowning!
[Dog Barking]
[Footsteps]
[Gasps] Stefan! It is wonderful.
Well, I for one find that rather hard to believe.
Well, well, well. Mrs. Fletcher.