Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Maddie.
-...right now. -Well, Donahue ought to know.
You don't have to be Sherlock Holmes...
He wanted you up there to cook for the real guests...
For 15 years...
One night, about seven years ago, on one of these mysteries, in fact...
Not me? Why not, because I was a model?
Twenty-two years is a long time.
Mystery train, mystery meat. My favourite.
My goose is really cooked.
J.B. has written this mystery with six players in mind.
I have a dusting kit with me.
You know the man who comes by to sell sandwiches in the morning?
I came here to see a friend off and get a lift to the theatre.
Don't answer that. It's an essay question.
...and Skyler's had a chance to flee with his inheritance.
It hasn't been easy watching the sparks fly across the room.
I really liked you.
You must be J.B.'s guest.
-I hope you understand. -Excuse me?
He concentrates.
I agree with Sebastian.
Nice. Firm. Takes me back to my days at San Quentin.
I like it, I like it.
...I was taking a train. Life's crazy.
-Terrific. -Terrific.
I've seen my fair share of blocks too. We're all scared, Agnes.
-How did you know that? -Rodney was J.B.'s technical adviser.
Admit it.
This is nothing. You should see my apartment.
Some poor relation is thinking of Uncle Stanford's millions.
J.B. will call me at 2 in the morning...
Is that it? That's the story?
...on a private train, with a nice bed...
It just says "The J.B. Harland Murder Train."
My goose is really cooked.
Partners at the agency where I work.
...I even started to believe I did it. But this is more plausible.
Let me at it.
No, I'm speaking to this bum over here.
Hired me right out of school.
I told you to stay inside.
Terrific!
This train isn't going to stop for 24 hours.
It's almost more than I can stand.
I suspected Skyler all along. So I snuck in here this morning, and I found it.
Talk about a mystery. I'm baffled.
-l suppose. -Perhaps.
...I figure I'll sneak in, turn the lights off, and I'll be safe.
But it's easily checked in the office after the train has stopped.
...you would have freed yourself from J.B. Harland...
Fifteen minutes more. Just 15 minutes more.
"J.B. Harland invites you to a murder."
In Skyler Cantrell's room, of course.
Miss Hayes, it may not show, but I've been around the block.
Give me that.
-Twilight? -Twilight.
-Oh, the button. -The button.
Why? Why?
...and I found the drug...
Tonight, somewhere on this train, a murder will occur.
I gotta pack. I've gotta get my hair done.
Yes, you did. Yes, you did.