Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She suspected him of being unfaithful.
- What about you? - I was here.
Hear. H-E-A-R.
Beckworth probably put it there as a practical joke.
Well, I assumed it was a mistake.
Hello?
Mr. Rigsby.
Who might have wanted to hurt your husband?
How he was killed. How his ghost still haunts this place.
- Wait five, then meet me at my car. - Okay.
Is there any way to prove that?
I have some questions for you regarding Alan Foster's murder.
That's weird. - What?
- You okay? - Yeah, yeah. You?
It was in a letter to one of his cousins just before his death.
Put your hands behind your back. Now.
Wow.
- Why? It's run-down. To get a feel for the house...
As a matter of fact, Alan did mention some strange things.
Just because the fortune wasn't gold or cash doesn't mean it doesn't exist.
She's volunteering at a homeless kitchen.
- Knew there had to be another way in. How dare you come here...
- Was the wife with him? - She was in the city.
That button made your pupils dilate. Now you've gone pale.
- Who's Beckworth? - Walter Beckworth.
...before you thought about changing it. He's conscientious that way.
I believe the spirit survives death. A troubled spirit can make itself known.
That's the great thing about doing volunteer work.
Mr. Jane. I was just being briefed by one of your agents.
Yes. But that doesn't mean either of us killed Foster.
Right.
Leaving out crazy, never. The coroner took Foster's body.