Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But Donna Hayward is here.

Mom, it's so strange.

We can talk after dinner.

What are you sitting around for?

Silence can be taken many ways.

How did she seem to you on Thursday afternoon?

I couldn't bring myself to do the post-mortem, so I called Joe Fielding in from Fairvale.

Well, I'm pretty sure my beer was drugged.

Candidly, a sign of strength.

Mrs. Packard, I'll come straight to the point.

That's just great.

Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Hey, I've been thinking about last night at the roadhouse, and something's not right.

Why don't I tell her what we want to do?

I'd love a cup, thanks.

A miner, actually.

I am a tolerant man, but my patience has its limits.

Mom's still out of town.

And who has the other half of this heart?

Not necessarily the physical events themselves, but rather the thoughts and feelings surrounding them.

Oh, Laura, my baby.

I'll look for him in the conference room.

What's the next step?

As far as I knew, he didn't have any of it yet.

Fellas, don't drink that coffee.