Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Bill! I thought you'd gone back to Omaha.

What would you say if I told you guys I had a job for ya?

What an incredible coincidence. How you doing?

- Good girl. - [ Man ] May I have the first team, please?

Oh, thank you for the flowers and everything, Mr. Gantman.

As a matter of fact, one of our guests inquired if he were for sale.

I suppose that sounds silly, particularly since I'm married to one.

But now, for his fantasy, Spence wants them together again for, uh, one last job.

[ Excited Chattering ] Your fans.

But first, I wanna make sure that you came prepared to hold up your end of the deal.

The all-time crooked cop.

Not the Desmond Vaughn?

I don't believe it. Spence.

an exclusive seven-year contract with Monarch Pictures.

But if we are going to fulfill Miss Russell's fantasy,

They must be spread all over the world.

Oh, Mr. MacLean, if you're referring to Burt "Fingers" Lonagan--

- How do you like it? - Bravo, Tattoo.

Follow me. Where to?

Back in the mothballs for the lot of us. Oh, but not forever.

Here, here. Mr. Roarke, there you are.

The kid's been bleeding me for the last two years.

Right, Mr. Roarke?

[ Spencer ] The safe is right here, in the basement.

Oh, uh, yeah. [ Chuckling ]

For you, maybe. But what about all those poor suckers you kept running over?

What's he got on you, Spence?

I certainly hope so.

What we've gotta do then is, uh, steal the file. Is that right?

Prettier than her picture too. I'm Arthur Gantman. Welcome.

That table over there. Excuse me. I'll be back.

Good afternoon, ladies. Hi.

All right, this is the law.

[ Squawks ] Look. Pick it up.

But I told him I was going to Abilene to visit my sister.

He wants me to convince her...

You see, when you're a very rich lady and alone,

Oh. Pepper, come here.