Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thank you very much, Inspector. You can rely on me.
Oh.
- Good morning, monsieur. - Good morning, Emma.
You're coming along nicely. The rest will do you good.
Knock three times to show you understand...
Possibly. But matter cannot be transmitted. Oh, the story is impossible!
For Philippe's sake, Francois, I beg you.
Good night, Madame.
- She and Andre were devoted to each other. - Where is Madame Delambre?
Oh, don't harm it.
- You taking me to the zoo? - Yes, if your mother doesn't...
I only want to help you. I can only do that through them.
...or X-rays, or electricity, or that the earth is round.
Inspector Charas, Madame.
In the living room.
I'd like to be an explorer like him. Will you help me, Uncle Francois?
I'll arrange for one of our nurses to take charge of her.
- This is solid. - Oh, no, it's not. To your touch maybe it is.
- Finish? - Well, not quite.
You are the police?
- Thank you. Good night, Madame. - Good night, Emma.
I know now you had nothing to do with it, but I had to check, for her sake.
This is not a confession.
The eternal paradox.
- Coffee, Inspector? - Yes, please.
Search for the truth is the most important work in the whole world.
Make some supper, Emma, would you? I'm sorry. It's... it's just that...
- You pressed the button and it was all over. - Yes.
Shall I call Professor Augier and the air ministry?
Do not look at me. Talking is useless. I cannot answer.
A few months ago...
Hurry, darling. It will work.
Careful now.
Don't ever transmit me. I wouldn't want to come out like this.
They think I'm mad, don't they?
- Inspector. - Do you believe the story?
Let me see your face. I won't be afraid.
It's true. I've killed Andre.
- When's Daddy coming home then? - Soon, Philippe.
Exactly the same, bubble for bubble.
Oh, Francois. How nice to hear you.
No more experiments with animals.
- I'm all right now. - Helene, if there's anything I can do...
Very well. You understand the lady is under surveillance.
What do you mean?
Then a moment later integrated again into the shape of an ashtray.
But I cannot answer that question.
Then you press the release button. It's the red one.
Is she going to be all right?
- I'll know in a few weeks. - I don't understand.
- You have to come with us, Madame. - Francois, didn't you show them?
I've another idea. Remember the ashtray experiment?