Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Let me see your right hand.
That so?
- On account of this Delores Purdy. - On what charge?
That's the first thing I looked for. Whoever fixed him musta took 'em.
your impartial chief of police would still have the wrong man behind bars.
- Did you question this man? - No, sir.
And I said "No, Sam. I guess I don't."
she won't hold it against us we had to send Tibbs home for his own good.
? Stars with evil eyes
(? "In the Heat of the Night" by Ray Charles)
No, thank you!
Where do I find Packy?
(clattering)
I really had no choice.
comes chargin' outta the bush and hauls me in.
Well, I'm sorry, ma'am, but I say different.
Hey! C'mon!
I told you 'bout that "Sam" business, didn't I? Hm?
It's gonna be tough to keep you in your job now.
- Bye-bye. - Goodbye.
You tell me... all about it. Just tell me how it happened.
OK, black boy. We come here to teach you some manners.
(car horn)
- Well, you know how hot it's been. - Yeah.
All right, Courtney. That's enough.
I just talked to the FBI lab. We can prove Colbert was in that greenhouse.
My business.
May I examine this prisoner?
Do I work for you, or do I work for him?
(quicker clattering)
But there's no point in ducking it.
(Courtney) Police business, honey. Chief's on the line.
Any reason why you have to leave today?
? In the heat of the night
? In the heat of the night
? I repeat, in the night
Uh...
Let's get rollin', Virgil.
You know a lotta things, don't you?
- You sure saved my hide. - Listen, Harvey. Man, uh...
Yes, sir.
My father used to say that.
But, uh... Packy might know.
People around here call me Mama Caleba.
Who are you?
That's for sure.
- Put him somewheres else! - Don't push the panic button.
You gonna listen to him?
No.
Oh, he ain't nothin'. Some kind of a...
Good night, gentlemen.
Well, you can't be too careful, man.
? I've got trouble wall to wall
Well...
Oh, good. Yeah, yeah. Right away. I've got a runaway suspect, boy. I gotta go.
Excuse me.
You mean you don't want him. But you do need him.
To ask you about Mr Colbert.
- Here's the photos of the dead man. - OK.
- Wood! - Yes, sir!
(bell tinkles)
I picked it up, I tell you. He was already lyin' there. It was lyin' there next to him!
Toothpicks?! Copper...? What's goin' on here, Chief?
That's for him.
- I was waiting for the train. - There ain't no trains this time of mornin'.
your attitudes, Mr Endicott,
(country music fades in)
On your feet, boy.