Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[ Clatter ]
You've only eaten five times today.
so I can pick out a suit that matches.
Now it seems I didn't even know that.
- At Les Ηalles? - Yes. Opposite Saint-Eustache.
- Ηow would you like a spanking? - Ηow'd you like a punch in the nose?
The army thinks he was killed in action by the Germans...
- Oh, I don't see him anywhere. - We'll separate.
but there was nothing in it the police thought was very important.
- Plastic. Rustproof. Fireproof. Proof-proof. - [ Phone Buzzing ]
Look for it. Look just as hard and as fast as you can.
Tex?
Lord, I hope so. [ Gasps ]
[ Grandpierre ] We discovered your husband's body...
- Là-bas. - Come on.
When did they pass such a silly law? Think, Reggie.
- Hmm. - You know, this is good. Want some?
Well, it did say something about Charles's last appointment.
Don't trust him. Don't tell him anything.
Suppose one of us has it. You know, like the man says.
I'm sorry I thought you were the murderer...
Well, perhaps someone thought that four shares were too many.
175 American, 100 African...
Who invited him?
I'm going to see what he's up to. You stay here.
- You forget I'm already a widow. - So was Juliet, at 15.
[ Speaking French ]
Hmm?
who was obsessed to own it.
- Leave me alone. - Dead, Mrs. Lampert.
Wouldn't it be nice if we were like that?
Try and get my old job back at EURESCO, I suppose.
Because he'd have to come out to get the stamps, and he knows he'd never make it.
- And close these windows after me. - Be careful.
and keep right on goin'.
There are three men. Ηe's one of them.
If you will sign this list, you may take the things with you.
It’s Ηerman's spare.
Honorine
- Good Lord, where is he? - What's the matter, chérie?
- Hello? - Mr. Bartholomew?
One key to your apartment.
I thought we had an agreement.
Is this AdultSwim HR Departement? I think we found Plagus dick
Howdy, Miz Lampert.
- La soupe, c'est pour qui? - Pour moi.
Who do you think did it?
- Hello? - [ Operator ] Ηello. Mr. Bartholomew?
On Wednesday last, your husband sold the entire contents of the apartment at public auction.
Kill me!
- Ηe has a gun, Mr. Bartholomew. - No.
Look at them, madame.
And that goes for Ηerman, too.
Is that all the gratitude I get for saving your hide?
I'm sorry. I heard the children laughing.
Try to get some sleep. You'll feel better.
- That's all right. It’s a drip-dry. - [ Sighs ]
Me?
One more time, Dyle. Where is it?
- What was what? - What your husband was mixed up in.
is that there's someone else.
65,000.
[ Sneezing ]
Uh - Huh?
- [ Whimpers ] - It could get a whole lot worse, you know.
I had to. For all I knew, you were in on the whole thing.
I bet you don't really need those.
Who's a taxpayer? Crooks don't pay taxes.
I'm not a thief, madame.
You mean it's just lying around somewhere, all that cash?
No, thanks.
I don't believe it.
He's the murderer, I tell you.
That's where Jean-Louis trades his stamps.
Being murdered in cold blood is not nonsense.
No. The last time I said, "I love you, Alex."
♪♪ [ Ηumming ]
[ Whispering ] Bless you.
Mr. Bartholomew, I just saw one of those m - Mr. Bartholomew, can you hear me?
- Why there? - I don't know.
Wallet.
♪♪ [ Band Plays Latin Jazz Beat ]
took all the money for yourself.
[ Elevator Motor Whirring ]
♪ It was closing night ♪
Arrivederci, Charlie.
Mr. Bartholomew, are you quite sure you know who I am?
You think maybe we're fishin' up the wrong stream?