Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I loathe the whole idea of divorce, Sylvie.
[ Laughing ]
Well, I guess that's it.
[ Footsteps Continue ]
♪ I hear it still ♪
I don't think Tex does either.
That's all he's ever wanted.
We use the guillotine in this country.
"Ηey, Indian, what are you, a truthful Whitefoot or a lying Blackfoot?"
He says his name is Peter Joshua, but it isn't. It’s Dyle.
I wanted to tell you how sorry I am and see if there's anything I can do.
There was no other baggage. Your husband must have been in a great hurry.
I admit I came to Paris to escape American provincial...
Uh, Miss Tompkins isn't here.
Ten minutes ago I had a job.
The others finally got back to the base and waited for the war to end...
In 1944, five members of the O.S.S. -
Okay, we'll just sit around all day long being frivolous. How about that, hmm?
- Shut the door. - Why?
so you can take a cab when it rains.
- Gonna hurt you much more than it's gonna hurt me. - I'll bet -
Why didn't you say something?
[ Sighing ]
All right, get in there.
I don't suppose it's an airline, is it?
Fräulein!
I like what I do. I enjoy my work.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Oh. What's he up to?
nibbling on something.
[ Chuckles ] Ain't that cute?
- Which one are you? - A truthful Whitefoot.
Now hoId it. Suppose one of you found Charles here in Paris.
[ Footsteps Approach ]
- Okay. - Good-bye.
[ Footsteps Overhead ]
- I wouldn't lie on a license. - You can't prove it. You're still trying to -
A sensible business, I suppose, but I didn't have the sense in those days to be sensible.
including me.
Vite, mon chéri. Vite.
[ Laughing ] You give up awfully easily, don't you?
Merci.
Uh-uh.
I'm Inspector Edouard Grandpierre of the police judiciaire.
Now, Reggie, listen to me.
You're the only one who could have it.
No, I just have a lot of packing to do. I'm going back to Paris, too.
None whatsoever. Please be careful, Mrs. Lampert.
But he'd have to. Don't you see? If he left, he'd be admitting his guilt.
Why do you think I brought you here?
I suppose all this is leading somewhere.
- On the street where you live. - Ηow about once more around the park?
You mean it?
if I'm who he says I am, what's preventing me from killing you right now?
- Didn't Charles tell you, Mrs. Lampert? - Tell me what?
- All right, get set for the story of my life. - Fiction or nonfiction?
Le chef-d'œuvre de la collection. The masterpiece.
Why didn't you tell me you knew about Dyle?
I'm sorry, Mr. Bartholomew, but nothing you've said has changed my mind.
How are you? Nice to see you. When did you arrive?
Wait a minute, Mrs. Lampert. You'd better give that to me again.
Why not a lying Blackfoot?
What do you want?
[ Man Speaking Italian ]
Is there a Mrs. Canfield?
Don't ask me. I'm only the widow.
- What's your name? - Peter Joshua.
- Fräulein. Fräulein. - What are you doing following me?
- Where is he? - I wish I knew.
Tell me to go to the embassy first thing in the morning and turn in those stamps.
Okay. Up there.
What was all that about?
- He didn't have one. - Ηe was a wealthy man?
threw him out the window and, without bothering to tell the other two...
Better consider what happened to your husband when he tried to leave.
- Palais Royale, vite. - Je suis occupé.
One comb.
Come on out.
- Go on. - That's all.
Then what are we wastin' time for? Let's go.
You won't be able to lie on your back for a few days.
- Who gets your vote? - Scobie. He's the one who objected.
What makes you think that this someone is going to be satisfied with three?
[ Gasps ] That's a face you don't forget.
Not mine.
He was so excited when he got the stamps you gave him this morning.
[ Sighs ] What next?
He beat them back to the gold, took everything for himself and disappeared.
Oh, now, who would've done a mean thing like that?
- Sit down. - Why? Do you wanna look at my feet?
But with Charles, everything is secrecy and lies.
If she's got the money, I'll find out about it. But you just leave me alone.
- Listen to this man. - Man's gone loco.