Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I'll ask them. - And while you're at it,
for imprisonment in an institution of the penitentiary type...
And your job from now on will be to try to help us find out where that sand comes from.
The same hunger.
- What happened, Alex? - Hmm?
Well, I guess he thought he was going stale here.
We've got hold of something concrete for a change.
I think I'd prefer Alex to a case of seasickness.
Mother.
Are you betting on this race? - No.
It's a nice apartment, and I don't mind dusting and sweeping but I hate cooking.
- Will you excuse me? - Would you mind?
All right. You better tell him.
Alex, talk to them, quick!
I always get seasick.
Did you say anything?
And you're doing wonderfully well. I'm very proud.
- A week. - Has she had a doctor?
Poor child.
Put the roses back in your cheeks, my sweet.
I'm surprised at Mr. Devlin coming tonight.
The location of the uranium deposit is of vast importance,
No.
- They've yet to be told. - I'm taking her back to her room.
Miss Huberman was chosen not only because her father...
He thinks you're in love with me.
Well, show her in, Ribiero. - Yes, sir.
Finish it.
- Nice party, isn't it? - It's a wonderful party.
Shall we have Joseph arrange a little food for us?
Help me find a bottle of wine with the same label as these others.
I'm allergic to American agents.
Care for some more brandy, Otto?
Now, that's fine. I'll give Devlin his instructions right away.
- You had an appointment to meet him. - Don't be absurd.
Drink your coffee, darling. It's getting cold.
He's running out faster than he thought. - Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
Whole family in jail. Who cares?
so that he can introduce his bride to Rio society, say sometime next week?
Joseph, it doesn't look very cheerful in here.
- About last night. - Just wanted to be friends.
Some hot water, maybe?
All right.
You know him?
- No, Your Honor. - Yes. I have something to say.
He's going to watch us like a hawk.
Some of the evidence that wasn't used at the trial.
Oh, this isn't very large. I'll need more room.
- Oh, Dev. - What is it, dear? What's wrong with you?
Get... out!
You never believed in me anyway, so what's the difference?
Madame says, will you join the others...
Well, it's a temporary improvement, entirely due to your presence, my dear.
Madame Sebastian has charge of all the house keys, madame.
Wanna finish that? - Shame to leave it.
Have the bothered you since you came down?
And if you... lie still for a few days,
Care to sit down? Thank you.
Alex has always admired you. Now at last I know why.
I know why you won't, Dev. You're sore.
- Yes. - You're a darling.
the same man came inside and stood beside me.
He made quite a scene about a wine bottle the other night.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Give me your feet. - Yes.
Shall I take you up to your room?
It is very high.
You are very sweet to forget what a brat I was... once.
Why?
to get back into the house quickly.
I don't like gentlemen who grin at me.
She's had me worried for some time. A woman of that sort.
He thinks you're in love with me.
Has he pulled anything since?
So the rest is up to you and Miss Huberman.
- Try to sit up. - Yes.
Well, that's something.
If you'll come with me, the mountains won't make you seasick.
It was a wonderful race. Did you have much money on the winner?
She will learn nothing further to inform.
You ought to take it easy on that liquor.
Oh.
She must go, but it must happen slowly.
Yes. One for you and one for me.
go easy on that sun, hey?
Marriage must be wonderful with this sort of thing going on every day.
It's the wine cellar.
He's a very nice-looking man.
Because I'm a marked woman, you know.
Well, of course, it is more or less routine now.
Skip it.
I'm taking her to the hospital to get the poison out of her.
- Uh-huh. - Hmm.
There are no papers. You land him.
reading, relaxing, forgetting all your troubles,
- Oh, hello. - Thought you might need a hand this morning.
- find out when I go to work, and on what. - Yes, ma'am.
Alex, you look younger than you did in Washington.
We've got important work to do. Sebastian's house is a cover-up...
- We still have some upstairs, haven't we? - Yes, sir.
And no underhanded cops who want to put me in a shooting gallery.