Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Howard, we're gonna miss you at the club. You got a lot of talent, buddy. - Oh, thanks,
May I please see Mr. Griffin? I'm sorry, lady. Nobody can go in there.
Then who killed him? Oh, I wouldn't know. I only got here yesterday.
The last thing in the world I want to do is interfere, Lieutenant.
Strange. Someone said they saw you come in the stage door earlier.
Howard, this is ridiculous.
You made the deal for him. I know who made the deal.
- On the other hand, you did lie to Victoria. - I never actually lied.
Come on now, kid. We got a deal. You're in it till I say otherwise. Now, look.
[Scattered Laughter] I wanted to look good for the show tonight, so I went to a barbershop right before the show.
I'd like to talk to you about Howard.
Oh, thank you, Mr. Patterson. Yes, I do have an agent.
Actually, it's going to be a very simple wedding, intimate.
I am talking about megabucks. Except that Mr. Drake wouldn't let him out of the contract.
How 'bout a pair of pants?
Come on, Fritz.
- [Drumroll] - Freddy.
No. It's the way you said it. You know, I'm not used to being summoned.
He said, " No, I'm not gonna sell my car. I only got 12,000 miles on it." Felix.
I gave him a shot.
My very thought about you, Candice.
Thank you.
- You're fired. - [Door Opens, Closes]
Catch that killer!
Well, it just goes to show you can't go by first impressions.
As a matter of fact, somebody tried to kill him with a stage light.
I'm sorry, honey. I can't make it. I wish I could.
- Who are you? - Oh, I'm Jessica Fletcher.
Or it could've been meant to hit somebody else.
Mrs. Drake, you misunderstand. I bet you even type 80 words a minute.
We'll talk later.
I know. That's the trouble. Vicky'd marry me no matter what I was into,
You know how they say there's nothing quite so romantic as San Francisco after dark?
- What do you mean? - I don't know. I can't quite put my finger on it.
It's very important that you don't move. [Sighs]
- Oh, damn. - Howard, not again.
That means he didn't fire the gun. Well, maybe he was wearing gloves.
Darling, is there something I should know just for my own peace of mind?
Ohh.
[Freddy Continues, Indistinct] Show Mrs. Drake to her table.
- But I can live without you. - Yeah? Well, speaking of living,
I know, Mrs. Fletcher. I read the Chronicle.
So here we are. We both got rid of Al. Yep.
Yes, with just enough time for a honeymoon in Hawaii, thanks to Aunt Jessica.