Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[ Chuckling ] Clever fellow. Almost missed me.
- Did you? - Yes.
- Peppermint-flavored heroin. - Hmm.
That wasn't a proposal. I'm just curious.
Now, if you had a treasure, where would you hide it?
[ Groaning ]
- I said, tell me to go to the embassy first - - I heard you, I heard you.
Jean-Louis.
- Are you going to listen? - Go on.
So where's your gun?
Why bother him?
If you want anything, just bang on the wall.
♪♪ [ Somber Classical ]
- Tex? Is he here? - Look.
I want you to find out.
The rear projection is seamless!
and 12 Princess Grace commemorative...
Until two days ago the only thing I really knew about Charles was his name.
She didn't do it.
[ Footsteps Approaching ]
Is that all? May I leave now?
Oh, yes. Please, uh, come in, Mrs. Lampert.
Ay, ay, ay!
to the French underground.
- Uh, you are - - Mrs. Lampert. Mrs. Charles Lampert.
There's an old riddle about two tribes of Indians.
Reggie?
- Hello? - Mrs. Lampert, it's me...
Everybody and his Aunt Lillian's been through that bag...
Must be something around here.
To be more specific, Mrs. Lampert, your husband was wanted by this agency.
Oh, poor old Herman.
- Ηerman? - What?
Carson Dyle had no brother.
Until one of them dies I couldn't possibly meet anyone else.
- I'll meet you there in 1 5 minutes. - All right. I'll be there in 1 5 minutes.
When you get your divorce, are you going back to America?
Mr. Bartholomew, I'm catching the next plane out of here.
Oh.
We know what happened from the bits and pieces we were able to paste together...
- Help me! - Reggie, stop.
Why me?
Didn't you know it was against the law to register under an assumed name?
- No, I'm sorry, Mr. Dyle. Nothing today. - Thank you.
You just said it's always the one you don't suspect.
And they was both too smart for us.
And if it is?
the military espionage unit -
I must call Sylvie right away.
Uh, I don't know who this Mr. Dyle is...
- Is that you? - Yeah.
C'est trop stupide.
Oh.
- Madame Charles Lampert? - Yes.
I'd like you to look at this photograph for a moment, please.
- Who's it from? - The American Embassy.
- What do you mean, no? - The kid was yellin'.
- [ Continues In French ] - [ No Audible Dialogue ]
Oh, I'm sorry about that.
I love you, Adam.
Hmm? Hello?
- Adam Canfield is a crook, and I want to know why. - WeIl, it's simple.
When we went through the airlines bag, something was missing - "un agenda. "
If you do find that money...
Excuse me for a moment, Mrs. Lampert.
[ Groans ]
- You've never seen him before either? - No, thank heaven.
All right. We'll drive around that way.
but up to now I've yet to see a penny of it.
With a rich husband and this year's clothes...
Of - Of the Western Hemisphere conference -
In my room, asleep.
- Ηe said if I don't give him the money he'll kill me. - Oh, don't take it seriously.
- [ Bell Tolls ] - [ Alex ] Who put that there?
Why you lied to me.
- -
you're doing a first-rate job.
It’s just lucky I'm not hanging next to one of those things right now.
- You must be kiddin'. - No, I'm not.
Like last week's news. Like Charles, Mrs. Lampert.
I was thinking about Charles and Scobie and who's going to be next.
Carson Dyle had no brother.
- I don't see how that's going to - - You're not looking.
Monsieur, next time, please, use the keyhole, hmm?
You didn't have to chase me so hard.
But if only Charles had been honest with me.
- Oh. Are you kidding? - [ Laughs ]
He's allergic to him.
- It’s mine! - [ Screams ]
I've come too far to turn back. I swear, I’ll kill you.
Uh - Uh, do you mind if I don't go in with you?
Not unless we're blind.
Mr. Bartholomew! Mr. Bartholomew!
- If you take him those stamps, he'll kill you, too. - Mrs. Lampert...
Nothing too expensive.
because my brother wouldn't go along with their scheme to steal the gold.
- What's the trouble? - Ηe stepped on my foot.
Please believe me. I’ll kill you, too. It won't make any difference.
I remember Grandpierre looking through it...
Do you know what's wrong with you?
- Is there only one Charles Lampert? - Mmm.
Avanti, avanti, signore e signori.