Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Do I know you? No reason you should.

The question is, how was he poisoned?

Yeah, plus, he's the world's worst businessman. Now, that's the truth.

When we were in that place...

the gone, but not forgotten, "Sweetman" Buddy Brunson...

In private, if you don't mind.

Just spread too thin to do us any good.

The Ben Coleman Quintet will always be a part of New Orleans.

If you'll excuse me... Nice meeting you, Mrs. Fletcher.

I just don't have to keep it a secret anymore! Well, I'll tell you something,

I don't read mystery novels, Mrs. Fletcher, but I do read people.

Ben's group just got back from South America.

- Eddie. - Lieutenant Kershaw was only doing his job.

I did. [Breaks Down]

Murder on the Amazon. Of course!

why, a man can't die no ways but happy. [Chuckling]

Roll the tape forward, just a little bit.

One week before the opening in Las Vegas.

He was gonna burn out in less than a year.

How to move from insipid talk show host...

Tests on every speck of gum in this hall turned out negative.

Ben threatened to tell the authorities about the smugglin' if Kramer didn't let him out of it.

Yeah, we got each other forever. Come rain or come shine, huh?

But he wouldn't listen to me. He wouldn't believe me!

Now, do you still say poison, Mrs. Fletcher?

Could it have been in the coffee he drank?

[Crying] Now, she did that...

Well, I'm afraid I'm still working on it.

Eubie's a pro. He'll be there.

forget that "Good-bye New Orleans, Hello, Las Vegas" bit, will you?

Ma'am, that place is dead. [Sighs]

I thought of that. I had my men go back this mornin' and look for the cup.

Tomorrow, I'll take you both to the cemetery.

He got lucky. But he never changed.

South America... Ben told me he was gonna kill Callie.

[Laughing] This is my good friend, Jessica Fletcher.

He said he wasn't gonna let her go to Las Vegas with us.

With motive and opportunity.