Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Yes. - And that Michael and Mrs. Drake were having an affair?

a lot together.

- Have you raised the money? - Now, that's my problem, isn't it?

our very own, in his third year... Freddy York!

They weren't strong enough, so he thought perhaps another murder attempt,

Well, it seems to me all you proved is that I could've staged the falling lights.

Uh, I made some coffee. You want some? Oh, thank you.

Hollywood! Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

I couldn't let him do that. I'm a creative genius.

Yeah, well, I think you'll be pleased to know that he did not kill Mr. Drake.

Oh, he is... now. But back there he was an actor.

Tell your husband you're going out with the girls." She said, "You tell him. He's shaving you."

Please stand right there. Would you mind telling me what this is all about?

And I'm sure you ran a nitric acid test on Howard's hand to determine whether or not he fired the gun.

See, he didn't want to get married until he could be absolutely sure of his future.

He was acting in an off-Broadway show. Oh, I thought he was in insurance.

I think you used Mr. Drake's pillow to muffle the shot.

I mean, what the hell is going on here? A detective audition?

- Are you all right, Mrs. Fletcher? - Oh, yes.

- Of course I did! - You heard it descending.

Which of course we didn't... Well...

I figured I'd get a shave, a shoe shine and a manicure... the works, right?

[Hammering] Darlings, I am going to fall on my face unless I go to sleep.

You met my manager, Bill Patterson. Oh, yes.

Did you hear that? Yes, Mrs. Fletcher, I heard it.

Murder! Catch that killer! [Screams]

[Barbara] If you'd like the figures, I could have them for you in a few minutes.

I mean, no reasonable person could assume for one moment that I had anything to do with Al's death.

Can you believe that? And behind his back, he and Mrs. D. Are slipping off to Lake Tahoe.

They were wrong. Let me set you straight, lady. I didn't kill my husband.

Don't push me, Mike. Things are goin' real good right now.

Howard, that's wonderful. I'm sorry about all the problems. No problem.

Thinking of buying it or merely jumping?

- And I want what's coming to me. - Don't ever touch me like that again.

Confidentially... and, I mean, this is just between you and me...

- And I want what's comin' to me. - You're a nice kid, Howard,

Mrs. Drake. What a pleasant surprise. I didn't know you were here tonight.

I really hate doing this sort of thing, but, uh, my aunt and I just dropped by,

and now you think it was meant for Mr. York.