Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Steamship ticket.

- Not allowed to kiss back, huh? - Oh, no.

I don't even know who I'm talking to anymore.

- [ Both Grunting ] - [ Blows Landing ]

I know. There's no electricity.

You said this afternoon your husband was mixed up in something.

Central Intelligence Agency. C.I.A.

Mr. Cruikshank, please. My name is Lampert.

In Mr. Dyle's room?

You give it to me.

And he's even meaner than I am.

- [ Man ] What is it now, Pamela? - It happened again.

Where did he keep his money?

You mean you've known about him all along?

We'll find you a hotel.

Because I really suspect Gideon...

- Chicken or liverwurst? - Chicken.

- Ηow you doing? - Ηow do you think?

[ Children Shouting ]

- There is? - Yes.

- No. - Oh. That's odd.

Uh, Mr. Bartholomew's office, please.

All right, here's my key.

It’s hers. Where'd you find him? Robbing a bank?

Go ahead, Mr. Bartholomew. I'm listening.

- Who's that with the hat? - That's the policeman.

Mm-hmm. I sprained my pride.

A tall man in a corduroy suit.

Sorry. The name's Adam Canfield.

- Do you understand French? - Not a word.

I can't stand those things.

I didn't see any point. Dyle's dead.

- At least you're honest. - Ηmm. Is there a Mrs. Joshua?

There aren't many men who love their work as much as I do.

[ Children Giggling, Laughing ]

I bluffed the old man out of the last pot with a pair of deuces.

I'm Afraid It's Very Important

Oh, the police aren't going to like this a bit. Tsk, tsk, tsk.

He says, "I'm a truthful Whitefoot." But which is he?

Well, it's the money, Mrs. Lampert, the money.

so I began looking for people who had more money than they needed...

How did you find out?

I keep telling myself we've stolen a great deal of money...

It’s terrible it ended this way, though -

I think that's what you ordered.

One day next week I'll put it on a marriage license. How about that?

Oh, did they do that kind of thing way back in your day?

We took the liberty of calling your dentist.

You haven't spoken a word for 20 minutes.

- [ Door Handle Rattling ] - All right.

- Perhaps he met somebody. - Obviously.

[ Crowd Laughing, Chattering ]

The five men were, of course, your husband Charles...

Uh-- Uh, I pressed the bell, but it isn't ringing, I guess.

- I think I was wrong about Tex having the money. - Why?

- What's all this? - The stamp market.

Maybe not, but it takes a lot of bullets to kill me.

I asked them what they knew about it, and they told me.

Seems like him and good luck always was strangers.

Quit stalling. I want some identification now.

There's nothing more we can do tonight.

- When did you meet him? What time of day, I mean. - About 1:00.

- May I sit down? - Yes.

I was snooping around Tex's room and came across this in the wastebasket.

Mr. Dyle. Cabin four.

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You know, I can't help feeling rather sorry for Scobie.

they should ere long see each other again?

The man who was at the funeral yesterday.

Do you know of any reason why he might have wanted to leave France?

I didn't think people like you were supposed to admit -

It’s no use. You're running out of time.

Man, that's Charlie's stuff.

[ Woman ] Oh, pardon.

- Would you speak a little louder, please? - I can't speak any louder.

Ηe said if I told anybody it could prove fatal for them as well as for me.

Before they could get out, they were ambushed by a German patrol.

- Stop treating me like a child. - Well then, stop behaving like one.

[ Violent Sneeze ]

♪ Charade ♪♪

And now your friend who lives here, uh, the one from Texas...

Well, this ain't my room.

It’s the man you had the fight with.

- Yes. - Good for you.

when a man has no profession, there isn't much choice...

- Mrs. Lampert. - Who are you?

The name's Lampert.