Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thank you... again.

But I thought we ought to do something different to celebrate the occasion.

- Just what is it you're saying? - Well, I'm afraid I'm saying...

You've come to the right man, Mr. Chandler.

At least he got in some peace and quiet.

but I got a personal stake in this now.

Unless she has the markers, she can't prove the checks were written for gambling debts.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

Not so close to the ocean, so it's a lot quieter.

He's young. What did you want to do when you were 12?

That's terrific.

Let me have Peggy Chandler's.

♪ [ Old-timey ]

I didn't know who you were. I-I didn't care.

[ Chuckles ] Fortunately,

Oh. Whoever killed Arthur also took the markers.

You mean it was all a play? It was all just make-believe?

Oh, I'm losing a lot more than that, Roberta.

[ Narrating ] Once again, she looked at me...

is the mark of a small man.

How about a glass of milk? Fine with me.

I've been doing a lot of thinking.

and give them the heave-ho in 20 minutes--

Uh-oh. Here comes more trouble.

[ Stanley Narrating ] Iris Chandler painted a pretty fair picture...

Yeah, I am, but I was just wondering,

Sit down and shut up!

Give me your gun. Sorry, Lieutenant,

It's happening just as I told you it would. He's losing his marbles.

about you telling off Mr. Roarke.

the one I've dreamed about all my life.

I'll take 'em back to her personally.

I've never seen her so drunk before.

[ Stammers ] Well, I came here to do it, so let's do it.

You go have a drink and figure out somebody else to flimflam instead of me...