Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

or you will find yourself on the street. [Director] Hey, keep goin'.

Ben drank black coffee just seconds before he started to play...

[Sighs] When...

??[Dixieland: "When The Saints Go Marchin' In"]

eventually you'd see every living jazz musician worthy of the name.

Mrs. Fletcher, uh... Jonathan had to leave. He said he'd call you.

Drugs? Oh, I'm sorry. There's no justification for that.

I didn't kill him, Jessica. He was wrecking himself.

Getting rid of a wife who kept her husband from facing a murder charge...

Well, the word is that Jimmy, and Hec and me...

- Yes, that may sound like a motive. - I'll give you opportunity.

We'll talk about it now. All those years I nursed you,

He used everybody, including me. He fired me, but so what?

Well, if you're referring to my gift for showmanship,

You were runnin' a close second, Mrs. Coleman.

Take three. Push 'em back.

That's Mama Creole. She's very good.

What's that for?

I told him, I said, "Ben, Callie would never do anything to hurt us. "

I've got you exactly where I want you. Hmm?

Aaron Kramer? These are federal officers.

No, I'm not worried.

"Taping" in a barn? [Chuckles]

isn't quite the same as getting rid of a trumpet player.

You are prepared, Mrs. Fletcher?

And what was her motive? He checked the airlines.

Yet, all this time, he keeps on going.

How close are the police to finding Ben's killer?

But I did. [Sobbing]

Sixteen years. I ought to kill you, Ben.

You know, when I was a beat cop...