Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

up to London in the morning?
Anonymously, of course.
Oh! Ahh!
Score one for Mortdecai,
Last chance. And we are...
Yeah. Fingers crossed, chaps, you find it first.
Horrible composition.
- Yes! - Oh...
Have you heard the expression, Open your balls?
She's only human, sir.
Someone shooting at the bloody car!
- Sir? Sir? - Mmm? What, Jock?
Perhaps we can work something out.
Well done.
interspersed curiously with erotic dreams.
Love, your Bunny! Oh! The note in the studio.
leaving out the back. On foot.
You have a Turner of the Loire,
Lady Mortdecai, the Duke is expecting you.
after an arduous crossing,
Get in.
It was a catalogue
Yes, sir.
- Bid. - Oh! What?
Strange country.
I'm entering it in the Autumn Masters Auction.
Johanna. Love of my life.
Going on to Lot Seven. Colonel Blucher
I had the painting in my hand.
Uh, less commission, carrying,
that this was not the first time I had shot Jock.
Fishing tomorrow, you know. Hate it. Sit.
I have things firmly in hand.
and prosecute at random.
Sir, you're staring at your liquor.
Even my horsey picture was on the block.
Give me the keys. Keys to the Rolls.
Twenty-five and a half! 26 and a quarter!
and retrieving a certain something in the process.
Finally!
Oh, diabolical.
down the frog and toad road.
If indeed Johanna and I still had a home to go to.
Just bear in mind, I'm standing on a loo,
Ooh!
There you are. 2,642 pounds.
a proper send-off.
Of course, Johanna.
Right.
Where to, sir?
Fair warning at 900,000 pounds
Oh, this is interesting.
Perhaps a brisk walk down the stairs
Basically, they involved debt.
I have a fucking manservant.
Terribly sorry.
Ugh...
you might be interested in a museum-owned Goya,
No, no. No, no, no, no, no.
A beast... A beast...
Well, the water bailiff won't bother him now.
It was lovely to see you, Alastair.
It is I, Charlie. Your husband.
so you take that.
It's a privilege, sir!
Oh, I happen to be terribly fond of it,
There's only one reason
It was a damned good try, old bean.
In my defense,
now that you've mentioned it,
- Oh! - Jock?
Jock? Come here.
Oh, golly. Look at the time. I really must be going.
Bronwen Fellworthy, Oxford art restorer.
Oh, my!
Stay away from Krampf's daughter.
I recounted the sordid tale as best I could.
eight million in back taxes.
Ahh!
Well, of course, Alastair.
No wonder your country's in financial ruin.
Lover? Bronwen?
to the tune of eight million quid, old boy.
Despite his man purse, Strago is very dangerous.
Once in a while I provide him
which I had now asked him to package
I'm frightened. Do you think that Johanna is
from which I may not well return.
Because I have a question for you, old bean.
I want that painting.
I feel as though we've made a wrong turn
he's trained and sexually frustrated.
Your Emil Strago just killed my garage man
I... Just...
sometimes I say to myself, Charlie, where could it be?
and discovered something underneath.
Lot Five. Smiling Woman in a Chair.
Uh, she was said to be his greatest masterpiece.
you want to tariff ikea furniture? it is a matter of national security
You should see the other fellow.
in an unpronounceable chateau by the jerrys.
Find out if he's got that painting.
there's something missing, you see.
Oh...
Invisible ink, no?
Why don't you test the vase instead?
No!
And I will have you two know that
You've sensed it, Alastair.
The work of art with which