Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

When I first met him, he was a two-bit street punk.

??[Jazz: Trumpet]

Aaron Kramer? Lady, that man can't get you... Aaron tries.

was on his way to Vegas, right?

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher. I...

I came across an obscure curare derivative...

I had him and his brother, dead to rights, in a liquor store holdup.

- And just how did he do it? - With this.

Kramer took the Coleman Sextet out of the country a half-dozen times.

How about I pick you up for lunch? Celebrate my show being put back on the air.

Carol? Mrs. Coleman.

Well, Mrs. Fletcher. In at the beginnin', in at the end, huh?

I hope, Mrs. Fletcher, that, well, maybe you plan to make it.

and you're gonna be the one to get hurt.

- Now, look here, Lieutenant. - An autopsy costs time and money.

Yeah. Let's go, Eddie.

Hawley. I want to talk to you.

Can you start it where Mr. Hawley...

[Stifled Laughter]

[Tape Rewinding]

But not with everyone who knew him.

Wrong, Lieutenant. Aaron was dumped.

Here's the public service announcement for the station break.

??[String Bass]

but because it wasn't.

Eddie Walters. Hello, Eddie.

this is about 14 years ago... Ben Coleman was just another punk kid.

[Phone Ringing]

And if your show is going to stay on the air, I'm gonna have to make good my boast to that Mr. Turnbull.

I have wished to be one of them for 25 years.

That's somebody with class. No, Jessica, I'm just a talent broker with a tin ear.

Oh, it was smuggled in, all right. But not by Aaron Kramer.

[Laughing] You mean, like a dart bein' shot from a trumpet?

Ben was the best friend I ever had.

[Chuckles] I'll call you later.

[Chuckling] Mrs. Fletcher. It certainly is nice to meet you.

Sometimes I don't either.

But I found that man so insufferable, I just had to say something.

I said we had a special treat for you.