Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Make some supper, Emma, would you? I'm sorry. It's... it's just that...
I know now you had nothing to do with it, but I had to check, for her sake.
No more experiments with animals.
You're coming along nicely. The rest will do you good.
Thank you very much, Inspector. You can rely on me.
Don't ever transmit me. I wouldn't want to come out like this.
- Finish? - Well, not quite.
A few months ago...
- She and Andre were devoted to each other. - Where is Madame Delambre?
- You have to come with us, Madame. - Francois, didn't you show them?
They think I'm mad, don't they?
In the living room.
It's true. I've killed Andre.
- Thank you. Good night, Madame. - Good night, Emma.
- I'll know in a few weeks. - I don't understand.
Hurry, darling. It will work.
- When's Daddy coming home then? - Soon, Philippe.
Very well. You understand the lady is under surveillance.
I only want to help you. I can only do that through them.
- Good morning, monsieur. - Good morning, Emma.
Inspector Charas, Madame.
For Philippe's sake, Francois, I beg you.
Shall I call Professor Augier and the air ministry?
Oh, don't harm it.
...or X-rays, or electricity, or that the earth is round.
Knock three times to show you understand...
Search for the truth is the most important work in the whole world.
- I'm all right now. - Helene, if there's anything I can do...
- You pressed the button and it was all over. - Yes.
This is not a confession.
Oh.
Then you press the release button. It's the red one.
- Inspector. - Do you believe the story?
- You taking me to the zoo? - Yes, if your mother doesn't...
Do not look at me. Talking is useless. I cannot answer.
Good night, Madame.
I'd like to be an explorer like him. Will you help me, Uncle Francois?
But I cannot answer that question.
- Coffee, Inspector? - Yes, please.
Possibly. But matter cannot be transmitted. Oh, the story is impossible!
You are the police?
I've another idea. Remember the ashtray experiment?
Let me see your face. I won't be afraid.
Oh, Francois. How nice to hear you.
What do you mean?
The eternal paradox.
I'll arrange for one of our nurses to take charge of her.
- This is solid. - Oh, no, it's not. To your touch maybe it is.
Exactly the same, bubble for bubble.
Is she going to be all right?
Careful now.
Then a moment later integrated again into the shape of an ashtray.