Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They didn't mean a thing to them.
Listen, darling. I'm sorry about the last couple of weeks.
They have a wonderful little boy, Philippe, whom they both adore.
She and Philippe were saying its head was white. But it was just a fly.
Need you fresh and strong tomorrow. Poor darling. Sorry.
All right, Andre. All right.
It's perfect. Everything checks.
No! No!!
Inspector, this is our family physician, Dr. Ejoute. Inspector Charas.
- But it... Did it look any different? - Not to me it didn't.
- Are you sure you caught it? - Oh, the white one.
- And they'll know that you're not insane. - No!
- You haven't got it or you wouldn't ask. - Yes, I... I have it.
I promise you. No more experiments with animals.
But this isn't like any other fly I've ever seen.
It's been set for 50 tons.
In spite of what the doctors think, I believe Mrs. Delambre's mind is quite clear.
Well, I've delayed all I can. We've been quite patient with the lady.
I'm sorry, Inspector. I'm a fool. You've been so patient. Forgive me. It's just...
Yes, of course. This way.
- Can I see Mummy again tomorrow? - Yes.
She disintegrated perfectly but never reappeared. I don't know why, even now.
- And we'll eat at Tour d'Eiffel. - Wonderful!
No, I... I think I like it this way.
You try and keep it behind the curtain. I'll get it from outside.
Oh, I don't know. It's just...
- Flies, Madame? - Yes. Close the windows.
- Is Andre there? - Andre?
Yes.
But, Nurse!
Help me!
- No, never. Andre wouldn't want me to. - I know you're not mad. I want the truth.
Oh, now look, Helene. It's past midnight. I've had a hard day.
He eats and sleeps in his lab. He won't even answer the telephone.
- No, I haven't caught it yet. - I told you to find that fly!
Come on, Philippe.
Well! Where have you been?
You're a dear one, Francois. So kind and thoughtful.
If I tell you, will you promise to destroy it?
- How is she now? - Resting quietly, poor lady. But, monsieur...
I have consulted him. The patient is ready to leave.
Yes, thank you. Yes, I'll wait.
Oh, it's no good, Emma. We'll never find it.
Here.