Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sounds weird. Girl cop.
That's why you're packing, isn't it?
What are you saying?
-There you go again, acting delighted. -I'm sorry.
Come in.
Trust me, everything about this litigation is pro forma.
When it came to his wife, the man was not normal.
-You're working for me. Give it back. -For who? For what?
No, it's not.
I'm Madelyn Hayes and this is David Addison.
-Where are you going? -I'm going in that filthy bookstore.
...like six, seven times to repeat the question...
That's okay.
Give me those.
We failed at the first. We can finish the second.
There's something I want to show you. Here.
Imagine poor Mr. Clements finding out his wife was still alive...
Good.
Does he have an engagement for Friday?
And then they put a shirt on...
-No, she's not. -Yes, she is.
You mean, you'd let it all go to his heirs?
Now that we've got that settled, the night's still young.
Champagne flowing. Tongues flapping.
It'll be fine. Keep your hands in your pockets...
Faking my death, causing Roger so much pain.
...lo make an appointment to discuss his will--
Keeps you on your toes, doesn't it?
You're forgetting something. No body. They haven't found a body.
My whole family's gonna be at this wedding.
But it didn't quite work out that way.
-Okay, what? -Okay, I'm satisfied.
Well, thank you. That would make me feel better.
-I don't believe it. -So, what I was wondering was...
Are you the folks who called?
-I guess not. -You think I'm awful, don't you?
...anyone who had a claim to the estate was gonna do just fine.
...is walking back and forth in front of me asking me these questions.
-Well, then come with me. -In there?
Come on, Maddie. Let's let it lay.