Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I own Magic Night, the perfume company.
Pretty classy. Personal head.
And you work exclusively for J.B. Harland?
-Great-great. -S0-s0.
...J.B. was whacked out of his mind on Courvoisier.
Amazing observation.
-I guess there's no hiding passion. -Guess not.
My father passed away in May.
Doctor said he'd be dead in three months, four years ago.
It's awfully late for you to still be here.
...just as we were all tired and confused.
-I'm sorry. -Don't be, I'm happy.
...this train, this night...
I didn't come here to talk about my private life.
Rested minds are happy minds.
Sometime during the trip, a murder will occur.
-Know what your problem is? -Tell me.
Now, I've heard that scream before.
I didn't want to be on this train, and I feel responsibility for them.
Not possible. It can't be done. In '77, when I was passing that kidney stone--
What could happen in three and a half hours?
-It's from him! -Him?
What are you saying, that I killed him?
You did, huh?
And he would have realized that if only....
It's called a Bunsen burner.
Here's to a good mystery.
This has got to be some incredible, amazing, sick joke.
I'm so hungry.
Incredible meals served on fine linen.
I want to see how these work.
We owe it to J.B. to solve this murder among ourselves.
-Obviously, you thought right. -I can't believe it.
-You did! -I didn't.
See, that's me.
What's that?
You know, I got my first microscope when I was only this big.
Except the once-lovely Miss McCall has her facts slightly bollixed up.
-I won! -That's wonderful.
Your humble servant, J.B. Harland."
Why? -Because we're here...
But you didn't check, because you didn't have to.
Pretty great-great, huh-huh.
Usually, it's love-them-and-leave-them Rodney.
I guess it would be Death Extension.
I'm a chef too...
...listening to the clickety-clack as the train rumbled through the heartland.
How will you keep them from killing each other?
But you can't let it stop you from getting where you have to go.