Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Fräulein. Fräulein. - What are you doing following me?

threw him out the window and, without bothering to tell the other two...

Ten minutes ago I had a job.

- I wouldn't lie on a license. - You can't prove it. You're still trying to -

Is there a Mrs. Canfield?

[ Footsteps Overhead ]

Why not a lying Blackfoot?

I'm sorry, Mr. Bartholomew, but nothing you've said has changed my mind.

Okay. Up there.

None whatsoever. Please be careful, Mrs. Lampert.

A sensible business, I suppose, but I didn't have the sense in those days to be sensible.

Better consider what happened to your husband when he tried to leave.

He was so excited when he got the stamps you gave him this morning.

If she's got the money, I'll find out about it. But you just leave me alone.

I admit I came to Paris to escape American provincial...

In 1944, five members of the O.S.S. -

Why didn't you tell me you knew about Dyle?

There was no other baggage. Your husband must have been in a great hurry.

[ Chuckles ] Ain't that cute?

The others finally got back to the base and waited for the war to end...

What do you want?

- What's your name? - Peter Joshua.

I like what I do. I enjoy my work.

I'm Inspector Edouard Grandpierre of the police judiciaire.

[ Sighs ] What next?

- Okay. - Good-bye.

Don't ask me. I'm only the widow.

You won't be able to lie on your back for a few days.

He beat them back to the gold, took everything for himself and disappeared.

Wait a minute, Mrs. Lampert. You'd better give that to me again.

- Go on. - That's all.

[ Laughing ] You give up awfully easily, don't you?

nibbling on something.

- On the street where you live. - Ηow about once more around the park?

What makes you think that this someone is going to be satisfied with three?

- Didn't Charles tell you, Mrs. Lampert? - Tell me what?

Well, I guess that's it.

- Where is he? - I wish I knew.

[ Gasps ] That's a face you don't forget.

Why do you think I brought you here?

- Sit down. - Why? Do you wanna look at my feet?

- Gonna hurt you much more than it's gonna hurt me. - I'll bet -

Now hoId it. Suppose one of you found Charles here in Paris.

But he'd have to. Don't you see? If he left, he'd be admitting his guilt.

if I'm who he says I am, what's preventing me from killing you right now?

Okay, we'll just sit around all day long being frivolous. How about that, hmm?

I suppose all this is leading somewhere.

Uh, Miss Tompkins isn't here.

- All right, get set for the story of my life. - Fiction or nonfiction?

[ Footsteps Continue ]

- Which one are you? - A truthful Whitefoot.

Then what are we wastin' time for? Let's go.

That's all he's ever wanted.

No, I just have a lot of packing to do. I'm going back to Paris, too.

Oh, now, who would've done a mean thing like that?

[ Footsteps Approach ]

You're the only one who could have it.

We use the guillotine in this country.

- Shut the door. - Why?

- Listen to this man. - Man's gone loco.

Tell me to go to the embassy first thing in the morning and turn in those stamps.

All right, get in there.

I don't suppose it's an airline, is it?

He says his name is Peter Joshua, but it isn't. It’s Dyle.

[ Man Speaking Italian ]

But with Charles, everything is secrecy and lies.

Now, Reggie, listen to me.

- Palais Royale, vite. - Je suis occupé.

- Who gets your vote? - Scobie. He's the one who objected.

♪ I hear it still ♪

I loathe the whole idea of divorce, Sylvie.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

"Ηey, Indian, what are you, a truthful Whitefoot or a lying Blackfoot?"

I wanted to tell you how sorry I am and see if there's anything I can do.

Le chef-d'œuvre de la collection. The masterpiece.

- He didn't have one. - Ηe was a wealthy man?

so you can take a cab when it rains.

What was all that about?

Why didn't you say something?

Oh. What's he up to?

How are you? Nice to see you. When did you arrive?

Vite, mon chéri. Vite.

I don't think Tex does either.