Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, God, no. I hate rats. - It was just a ghost, then.

He's been helping with my legal things. I'd be lost without him.

Then you won't mind coming down to the station.

I need to talk to her.

- Interesting. - Of course, I told Mrs. Abner right away.

I'll tell you who was angry with him. Victoria Abner.

She resented your husband for buying the place?

- Nice if you could prove that. - I can't.

Very good. What else?

And she's not... I don't know. Not yet.

No. You're right. That is absurd. It's something else entirely.

Case-closed pizza. - Case-closed pizza.

You don't seriously think there's a ghost here.

- Let's take a look inside. - Yeah, it's this way.

You know what you are? You're a vulture. A crazy...

Ah, the pièce de résistance.

What is that? - It's another riddle.

...to avoid having to share the loot with anyone else. Correct?

- Got it. Everybody out. Lisbon. Lisbon.

I'm gonna get his wife. Lisbon and Jane are on the porch.

But we worked on it, counseling and so forth, and I thought I'd moved on.

People say he haunts the place.

I think that the clue itself lies in that word.

- You think ghosts smoke filtered? - Boss.

I could have what I've deserved all my life.

Thank you for everything.

Case closed. Case closed.

It could have been anyone that wanted the treasure. Even you, Deputy Fisher.

- I don't see any sign of forced entry. - Maybe it was a ghost.

Evidence of your guilt, perhaps?

Look, agent, Beckworth Mansion is, understandably...

...describing the location of his treasure.

I don't know what he told you but...

He said you should spend a month in a house...

All one must do is look to oneself."

He's just messing with you. He's mean like that. Come on.