Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm deeply, deeply flattered, young man.
And I gave them to the authorities.
he will unleash his unpleasantness
No, not the stairs!
To what do I owe the pleasure?
and I unwittingly smuggle it to Krampf.
and that's why she got killed.
and the secret bank accounts along with it.
Thank you. No hard feelings.
they'd be arrested on the spot.
Ooh...
It's a fine day to be alive, what?
It's the shellfish!
Sony, sir. We'll try and keep it down.
Well, come on, then.
Yes, sir.
- You've got a difficult chap. - Beastly.
Hopeless.
Oh, Jock...
This one taken by accident, utterly useless...
Rather simple job, wouldn't you say?
Quite.
Spinoza, you silver-tongued scallywag.
Five hundred thousand.
The truth is nice, but a rumor is priceless.
Hello! I'm outside.
in no way obviates the fact
And she was, well, we were having
The local authorities were displeased.
Oh...
Which lady?
that I feared she had done herself
...there was no mention of the painting.
if you please to tell me.
Radiant...
- Go bid! - Oh!
'Til tomorrow. Ta!
Am I interested? I'm wildly interested.
Oh!
You one megabyte short of a RAM?
in the fine art of fencing.
California? Oh, icky!
It's a terrible moment when you find yourself
holding a dead man's Goya.
Right. Gosh, it's been ages.
I do remember that there was an etching
Right you are, madam.
a horrible mischief.
the rudest man in England for years.
Someone shooting at me!
Do have a look, eh?
If it does exist, it belongs to Spain.
Good Lord! It couldn't be!
Thank you, Maurice.
without pay or lodging?
We may be flat broke, my darling,
once it's announced. Do not delay.
Show him the photographs. Excuse me.
I pursued this painting. You know why?
That Judas! That Ajax! That Paris!
During the party, we steal it while no one's looking.
Well, if you won't do it for me,
I dunno, sir.
and poke around a bit.
We're not savages, after all, are we?
Sedgwick's Auction House in Kensington.
That is a superb Hulihee sans sideburn,
Can I have all Thames Valley police officers
I was unhappy with our last conversation,
Quick session of congress.
- Yes, she is. - My God...
Don't you feel the same? That you could share with me?
Ah. Oh. Ooh.
Done.
Oh, Golly! I have read about this.
Looks like something curled up and died on your lip.
For 17 years,
disguised as our Sheridan.
The painting she was working on in the end...
Thursday, sir.
No, not in her, in me.
- Where? - There!
The painting, Your Grace.
of our financial affairs.
Oh, it's burning... I... I can't go on...
Oh...
why I shouldn't arrest you right now?
my relationship with my mother, uh,
Spinoza was the best art smuggler in the business,
So much to do.
Are you coming back to bed?
Oh, my.
I mean...
and that's because there's money involved.
of reasonable intelligence to converse with.
has it been compromised??
Oh, thank you very much.
the whacking Cloud, the bollock Royce!
would cheer her up.
Hmm?
Fernand Just Quignon's Lavender Field.
and back, are we?
Every Mortdecai man before me has had one.
Good luck!
You know how it is, gentlemen.
Oh, moon of my delight. This is your own personalized
Is that our final bid?
is my mustache.
You should treat a jam jar car like this
Spinoza then secrets the painting into the Rolls
then found out it is worth only one!
in no way obviates the fact
Valet!
and effort into this endeavor.
Well then, Mr. Krampf. I suppose since you're here
and this little bit of magic
...what else can you tell me about Strago?
However...
I am Mortdecai, Lord of Silverdale.
- Yes, do. - Good night, sir.
I have discovered
I'm Georgina Krampf.