Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

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

All right, this is the law.

The all-time crooked cop.

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

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

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

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

Not the Desmond Vaughn?

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

Oh. Pepper, come here.

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

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

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

What an incredible coincidence. How you doing?

an exclusive seven-year contract with Monarch Pictures.

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

I don't believe it. Spence.

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

Oh, uh, yeah. [ Chuckling ]

Follow me. Where to?

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

I certainly hope so.

He wants me to convince her...

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

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

Good afternoon, ladies. Hi.

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

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

They must be spread all over the world.

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

[ Excited Chattering ] Your fans.

Right, Mr. Roarke?

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

What's he got on you, Spence?

[ Squawks ] Look. Pick it up.

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