Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's where I was tonight.

( dog barking )

Did you wish to put this witness on the stand?

( slow dramatic theme playing )

The state has not made such a contention.

No, not for several months.

to the other employees in the store, were you not?

Well, the car that, uh, Dawn Manning and I were in,

Objection, Your Honor.

That's right. But I came back.

And what type of blood was it?

and I'm all bruised and skinned.

the electric gate started closing,

Did you report the accident?

The witness could not possibly tell who was on the other end.

I told him I felt sure

She was treating one of the dogs?

I guess she grew up to be a big one.

about the dogs always being loose at that time.

binding the defendant over.

I'm subject to nosebleed.

Mr. G. Andrews.

I figure about a quarter of 10.

and open at 6 in the morning.

Yes. What time?

and who might be wandering around the estate--

Why did he kill Borden, Mr. Mason?

and she gave our client the name of Beatrice Cornell.

Della, get hold of George Andrews.

I don't know that either.

What did you do while he was gone?

An alarm sounded,

However, you don't have to worry about the inspectors anymore.

Well, while we were waiting in the den

That'll be all.

Uh-huh, Loretta Harper, Apartment 7E.

I'd like to clear up.

Besides, I wasn't driving.

and interrupted him taking pictures,

Thank you, Mr. Mason.

in the murder of Wilfred Borden.

He's still sleeping it off, Loretta.

You're positive, then?

unless he made a deal with Borden.

Not usually, but frequently.

I remember that, Mr. Mason.

during the time you and Dr. Callison

Well, I just finished that.

Yes, sir, I can.

BURGER: What type blood?

but I wonder if I might first call

DENNISON: I am.

the gist of the conversation you had with Mr. Andrews

Sometimes he got models through me.

( noirish jazz theme playing )

I ask you if you recognize it.

in Mr. Borden's name?

Just a minute, Mr. Mason.

She started to drive like crazy

I tell ya, it isn't my gun.

as being on the other end of that telephone conversation.

Boy, it sure took you a long time

FETTRIDGE: Yes.

( forlorn theme playing )

I object, Your Honor.

slightly to the left of the median line,

I don't know how the gun got in my car.

that nothing material has been changed,

He said he would shoot Borden through his conniving heart

That's all, Mr. Horn. Thank you.

( soft jazz music plays on radio )

I think you could've rested earlier

at the Dorman Apartments?

You've made an accusation that Dawn Manning

whether Mr. Borden could be disturbed.

I call Mr. Jasper Horn to the stand, please.

He was lying in there, a .38 slug in his chest.