Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

( over P.A. ): The horses are approaching the gate.

( somber theme playing )

yet you heard the shots?

Could you identify this man in the hallway?

guarding Bright Magic.

He was married June 1950, divorced October 1951.

Tic's wife and Johnny Starr were very chummy.

but you don't find a horse like Bright Magic.

That's what you went to his place for,

Now, Mr. Davis, I have no desire

and chased out of my place like a four-alarm fire!

And you finally admitted it was Johnny Starr.

How about answering the question? Where is he?

Your wife wants you to throw the race?

I-I-I kind of thought, a few times lately--

And then this fella from the other apartment

Thanks for giving me a chance to prove it.

I mean, you stopped and thought, "What was that?"

( laughs ): Right.

and tell us if that woman is here today.

when he was escorting a woman into his apartment.

If you had, you wouldn't be wrestling with yourself now.

was to find out who was responsible for doping my horse.

I reserved the right to recall Edward Davis.

Where's that? Whose number is that?

Did Tic say that?

Well, since it's almost 5:30 now,

Of course, I really wasn't serious about it.

This is strictly private and confidential, isn't it?

Down the wire, with Fly Away in front and Sunburst outside.

When we all know that wasn't possible.

You've been avoiding his phone calls, haven't you?

you did nothing?

Didn't Tic show up here at all?

Didn't you telephone the police

I don't want to talk to him about Tic or anything else.

Sure. Tic Barton, the jockey.

In between the second shot

$200 claimers: lame, brittle, wind-broken.

Who gave you this proposition?

( mysterious theme playing )

You want me to pull the horse?

Look, I admitted doping the horse,

so tired of never having anything for us.

said the colt acted sluggish and didn't put out.

How can you be so sure

Tic seems nervous to me.

We've got a good chance, Tic.

( door closes )

Now look, Mr. Allen and I took shifts

"If there was any business done,

$5,000 is a lot of money.

Fly Away, Tracer and Bright Magic.

I relayed a message to Tic from his wife

Lieutenant Tragg, Homicide.

Oh, no, Mr. Bannion. That was just a start.

Arrested four times for suspected bookmaking,

picked up Tic's gun, and killed him.

what would you do?

Can we trust him?

Then to the Big Apple.

I want to know two things, Starr.

Proceed, Mr. District Attorney.