Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But you know, my plane was late.
'Cause what little guts you got are bobbin' behind your belt buckle there, huh?
Give us the wider angle. [Clicks]
with the poison he'd brought back from his last trip to South America.
Taxi! Taxi!
When you heard me say "poison," you knew instantly...
Possibly by Ben Coleman.
[Laughing] Why? What are you doing here?
Jonathan!
[Sighs] Sometimes...
I heard Aaron Kramer say that he was going to get you work.
No, that is police work.
The trouble is, they keep me awake. You see the bags under the eyes?
If I were you, lady, I'd keep talk like that to myself.
That's it. That's it.
There's gonna be a special performance at the Bourbon Street Barn tonight.
'Cause ain't a man breathin' knows New Orleans better than I do.
Heavy traces of junk in Coleman's system.
artwork, artifacts, you name it.
But there wasn't any stain. There wasn't any sign of coffee.
Just like the rest of them. He had a three-year, locked-down contract,
But it's news, Hawley, news. Showing him die?
Now. Watch Callie.
Word is, you're hirin' a whole new backup.
As long as the show is being taped,
What call? Do you realize we have less than an hour...
Yeah. He's over in the corner talking with Ben.
Hell, I stood up with you when you married Callie.
Jimmy Firth and Hec Tattersal, Ben Coleman's sidemen.
Where to first? Oh, the St. Charles Cemetery, please.
[Turnbull] Well, I'm sure this can be straightened out.
- Are you dumpin' Callie too? - No. Just you three.
Yeah, but you just said there wasn't no poison on the reed.
From Basin Street to the bayou.
[Softly] Looks like heart failure to me, but she claims he was poisoned. Who?
- Taping starts in six minutes. - Well, why didn't you say so?
Eubie...
- Uh, all things considered, Miss Jessica? - He just wants to talk.