Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Oh. - Well, what would you like me to say?
- Anything in there? - Nothing.
[ Footsteps ]
If you want to tell me what's troubling you, fine.
[ Gasps ]
Charles's appointment was last week.
Now what?
- Walk up and shake you by that hand of yours? - A dumb move, Ηerman. A dumb move.
None of you will be permitted to leave Paris...
Sure ain't nothin' here worth no quarter of a million dollars.
It’s my last chance. I'm flying back to Paris this afternoon.
- So they think he left it with you. - But he didn't.
- Wipe your eyes. - [ Sniffling ]
- I'm not sure if I'm supposed to tell you or not. - What does that mean?
A third of nothing is nothing. Just think about that.
contemptible, crooked -
Mr. Joshua.
One tin of tooth powder. That is all.
- I'm not Dyle. You know that. - But Tex didn't know it. You're a murderer.
You wanna find me...
Mr. Chairman, fellow delegates...
[ Footsteps Stop, Continue ]
Jean-Louis, thank heaven. Do you have the -
I thought that was Peter Joshua.
It sounded quite urgent. A Mrs. Lampert.
- Any requests? - Shut the door.
Found an office usually left open and moved in for the time you were here.
You're probably weak from hunger.
Nothing.
You are positive?
[ Chuckles ] You greenhorn.
Watch it. I'm on.
I know them as one knows his own face, though I had never seen them.
or your life ain't gonna be worth the paper it's printed on.
"Punch, of course"? I thought he was dead.
- That one's done. Do this one. - Oh.
- Well, who was that? - That's Punch, of course.
Wouldn't advise that, Mrs. Lampert.
Me after the quarantine
I just heard from him. He's still hungry.
Is that why you dragged me all the way up here? To ask me that?
Ah, Swiss. His profession?
I'm not quite sure.
She won't be anybody's mother unless you answer some questions.
Pretty good, huh?
You know what it is, and you're gonna get it for me, too.
Those three men want it, too. They want it very badly.
It’s gonna look like a parade. Stop it.
- No. - The last one, please.
[ Footsteps Continue ]
Pardon. Pardon.
It’s there, Reggie. We're looking at it right now.
I know who's got that money, man, and I want my share.
and it's always the person you don't suspect.
Open up.
Ce soir, comme tous les autres soirs d'ailleurs, vous savez très bien...
Shh.
I usually sing a medley of old favorites when I'm in the shower.
Oh -
I'm afraid I don't know that one, miss. Well - [ Clears Throat ]
♪♪ [ Continues ]
I'm not hungry anymore. Isn't it glorious?
[ Children Giggling ]
You take Jean-Louis with you, and bolt the door from inside.
American Embassy.
[ Gasps ]
Mr. Bartholomew, this is Regina Lampert. I just -
Look, I know it's asking you to stretch your imagination, but...
Oh, I love you.
'Cause you know I ain't foolin' around here.
you won't find it difficult to make some new friends.
Something like that.
Dead end.
I'm on your side. Just believe that.
That's Carson Dyle.
- No, it isn't. Where's the money? - I don't know.
[ Tires Screech ]
Don't trust him. Don't tell him anything
[ Adam ] Tex recognized him. That's why he wrote Dyle.
Yeah. A little one, about six or seven.
and Carson Dyle.
May I see it, please?
Come in and watch.
And what is its value today?
- Up there. - On top of that cupboard?
It’s hopeless. I don't even know what we're looking for.
You're only next door. If anything happens, holler.