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Clips from Murder, She Wrote (1984) - Footnote to Murder (S01E01)

"You're breaking my arm! [Groans]"
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"Then I read in the paper about this new novel of yours! Your new novel?"
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"Let go of me. Quick, get security!"
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"He's trying to rob me!"
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"I oughta kill you. If I could prove..."
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"No, no. Let him go."
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"I'm all right. He didn't get anything."
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"Don't be cynical, Horace. It's an honor to be nominated."
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"It's a circus! Randolph St. Germain, one of the judges."
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"He does so many talk shows, when does he have time to read anything? Excuse me. Excuse me."
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"- Aren't you J.B. Fletcher? - Why, yes."
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"Mrs. Fletcher, I just love your stories. Would you please sign my autograph book?"
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"Certainly. And this is Horace Lynchfield."
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"Mmm. Pleased to meet you. You know, Mrs. Fletcher, I'm a... I'm a writer too."
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"- Horace. - Well, not a real writer. Not yet."
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"But, um, I've written a short story,"
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"and I was wondering if you would read it and tell me what you think."
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"Well, uh... Jessica, you know, I'm getting extremely thirsty."
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"Please. It would mean... It's just so important to me."
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"As a matter of fact, my throat is beginning to close up."
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"Well, I'm not sure that I can be of any help, but... Well, I'll be happy to read it."
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"Oh, thank you. Thank you. My-My name and my address are on the cover."
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"Oh, Debbie Delancy. Well, that's got a certain ring to it."
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"Yeah, well, I thought it sounded literary when l... when I made it up."
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"Well, we'll be in touch. Thank you."
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"Stray dogs, alcoholic poets, beginning writers."
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"No wonder I'm so crazy about you. [Laughing]"
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"[Thunderclap]"
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"I see by your dress you didn't come incognito."
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"Lucinda, my dear, I must congratulate you. Your 10th week on the best seller list."
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"Isn't it exciting? Everybody's reading Woman Unleashed."
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"Yes, well, that sort of thing always sold well..."
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"over and under the counter. Well, everyone said..."
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"I should write about something I knew."
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"My next book's going to be more literary."
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"Really? Yes."
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"I'm reading the Great Books Library, start to finish."
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"Start to finish, eh? Where are you now? Aristotle?"
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"Excuse me."
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"Oh, a-a liquid offering..."
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"on the altar of beauty? Well, thank you."
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"Isn't it nice that we writers have a chance to get acquainted like this?"
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"Oh, I'm not a writer. By and large, writers starve."
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"The power and money is in publishing. I'm Tiffany Harrow."
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"Jessica Fletcher. And this is Horace Lynchfield."
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"Oh, mystery and poetry, right?"
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"Oh, will you excuse me? There's someone I must say hello to."
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"Well, the greatest novels have always been about the war, haven't they?"
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"Take my book, Korean Chronicle."
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"I set the standard for a generation. What's this new one about, Hemsley?"
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"The one you're being so secretive about?"
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"Well, it's the definitive novel on the Vietnamese War."
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"Remarkable. As far as I know,"
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"you only spent a week in Vietnam as correspondent for Playboy."
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"At least it's not that prissy drivel you write, Adrian."
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"Greek boys mincing about."
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"I, at least, publish. Your last, I think, was seven years ago."
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"And when are we to see this latest tome?"
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"The only copy is locked away in my briefcase in my room."
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"And rumor has it that it's so bad, you won't even allow your publisher to read it."
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"Oh."
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"Do be careful, Adrian."
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"I gave you a good thrashing 10 years ago. I can do that again."
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"Ten years ago, I didn't have a black belt."
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"Hmph."
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"Thunder quivers."
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"Wings beat. [Moans]"
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"Petals aching, parting."
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"Beak thrust of sunburst nectar."
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"Oh, it gives me goose bumps all over."
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"Me too. What does it mean?"
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"I haven't the foggiest."
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"Lucinda, my darling, let's chat, my dear."
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"Oh, not now, Hemsley. I was just listening to Horace's divine poetry."
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"But I want to sign your copy of Korean Chronicle."
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"Well, I couldn't get through that one myself. I don't know why."
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"Really? Too much blood and gore for you, Lynchfield?"
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"No. Too much bad grammar."
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"Oh? [Screams]"
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"Horace! Are you all right? Come on! Come on! Let's go!"
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"- Oh, stop it, both of you! - It's all right, Jessica. It's all right."
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"Oh, no! Please, no! [Sighs]"
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"Why, I ought to tear you apart, you pathetic wimp!"
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"Mr. Post, may I suggest that you stop behaving like a petulant adolescent."
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"[Groans]"
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"Fighting like schoolboys."
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"Did he hurt you? Yes."
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"He's just lucky he didn't get me mad though."
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"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought this was Mr. Post's room."
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"It is. Are you with the press?"
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"No. No, I think I must have picked up Mr. Post's umbrella last night by mistake after the party."
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"- Umbrella? - Yes."
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"I noticed the initials H.P. On the handle, and naturally I thought..."
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"Actually, I was hoping that he had mine."
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"Maybe he does. Why don't you come on in and take a look?"
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"A sword concealed in a shaft."
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"It's not your everyday weapon."
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"So I repeat, Mrs. Fletcher, is that your umbrella?"
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"No, it is not. And I didn't catch your name."
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"I am Melvin Comstock. I'm the assistant D.A."
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"I am personally taking charge of this case."
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"That is Lieutenant Meyer, Homicide Division."
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"He will be assisting me. Now, what I'd like to know is..."
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"the nature of your relationship with the victim."
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"None. I just met him last night at the book awards reception."
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"Awards?"
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"Yes. Everyone was there..."
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"Adrian Winslow, Lucinda Lark and many others."
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"Whoa. This is a lot bigger than I thought."
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"Go over to the window and watch out there and let me know when the mobile TV crew gets here, okay?"
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"Did you find the manuscript? What manuscript?"
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"Mr. Post's latest novel."
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"He said that the only copy was locked in a briefcase..."
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"right here in this room."
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"I don't, uh... I don't think there is a briefcase, unless it's under this bed."
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"[Comstock] Let me have the city desk, please."
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"Frank? Mel Comstock."
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"I've got a big one for you. Hemsley Post has been murdered."
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"In his room at the Cromwell Hotel."
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"Well, there's no briefcase, ma'am, but I did find this key."
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