Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Yes, you did. -No, I didn't.
You're all so convinced I did it...
Sebastian, your foot is in my face.
Right, after the train has stopped...
...eight years is a long time to work for someone.
...scratch the cats' ears while they cough up fur balls.
I was J.B.'s friend.
I gave him a fact sheet: the various drugs, the various deaths.
Seems like you know your way around a petri dish.
You were over your head, weren't you? Admit it, you were terrified.
Until then...
...but opening the envelope may tell you.
Besides, there are only six sleeping compartments.
-Life is such a rook. -Agnes.
-He's covered with it. -Covered with it?
Well, who is it?
...and he makes a point to be in the one that I'm not.
...having real private eyes to play against.
Without a murder weapon.
You identified the prints on this as Miss DiPesto's.
I've got to beat my mom home, right?
But I couldn't catch a smart guy like you, Rodney.
It showed.
Rodney strikes again.
I'm just gonna look around a little bit.
Well...
The city, not me.
Everybody okay?
-That gave you the bug, huh? -Yeah.
And what happened when you got there?
...between your neck and your knees, but trust me, your foot is in my face.
Stop this...
The J.B. Harland Murder Train?
-Oh, why, oh, why, oh, why? -Agnes.
...and J.B. Harland.
...some baby yams...
That's okay, you look good.
This is going to be a fascinating 24 hours.
-You sure? -Positive.
That really hurt, you know.
-Mr. Sandwich? -His name is Neil.
Did you notice whose bed the body was left in?
...and carpeting on the walls.
I guess you're wondering why I called you all here.
-I meant "should" like you could. -Of course.
That was a little idea that came to me during the blackout.
...stuff like that.
Count me in.
Aren't we giving the murderer a break here?
It's working.
Aren't any of you curious as to how...
Ever since then, he has been something of a mentor to me.
-I hope you have a nice time. -Thank you.
He loved me.
The only J.B. Harland I know is the mystery writer.