Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mrs. Fletcher, did Diego confide something in you,

It would be rather futile, wouldn't it?

Especially to see you.

Yes, I thought you were rather quiet up at the house.

[Chuckles] Good morning, everyone.

I wish it were true, my dear friend.

I think we can eliminate Belle.

Your gallery must own at least a dozen original Diego Santana paintings.

but tonight, I enjoy the privilege of giving.

But didn't you just buy the Gold Madonna from my friends the Ralstons?

I had no idea. No one did.

on my way home to the States. Were you? How delightful!

You think he faked it? I didn't think so.

a place where I could work and commune with my God.

Then it must have been Stefan who disabled the radio.

I ki... [Laughing]

Can I speak to Miguel Santana?

I will warn you!

Well, actually, Jessica, apart from this morning, I haven't seen Willard since, uh,

Miguel disappeared, almost immediately after they arrived at the hospital.

- Imagine finding you up here. - Well, hello again, Inspector Kyle.

How? Like this? [Gasps]

I'm sorry. Like you, I am not delighted at the prospect of spending another night...

Of course. Still it's a bit unfair, you know?

Oh, you have a treat in store, Henry. Really? Well, I find most women authors to be cold fish.

But the same painting by an artist suddenly dead, is quite another.

Which narrows the list down quite considerably to one:

- And you fool me every time. - Well, that-that is the idea, Belle.

[Elaine] Belle, would you play something for us? [Belle] Oh, no, I couldn't.

Doctor, are you quite sure?

[Sighs] A year in a man's life.

even assuming you're right, why would he do such a thing?

But I guess I'm not sophisticated enough to play this charade, that's all.

- Stefan? - Who else? Margo, don't you see?

Oh, Belle. Listen to me.

I don't know. I-I'll try to think of something.

I mean, it could have been caused by amyl nitrate.