Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mr. Dyle, or Mr. Joshua - Which is it?
Is that why you dragged me all the way up here? To ask me that?
- Rub your own blinking foot. - The truth now. Was it my hide, or those stamps?
[ Water Running ]
What about that key?
- But what? - I don't know. I don't know.
It sailed for Venezuela this morning at 7:00.
You could have the stamps. I'll get you some here, okay?
qui ici au Black Sheep Club, I'attraction, c'est vous!
Meaning what?
- Ηe was American, your husband? - Swiss.
"Megève can be so lovely at this time of year.
Adam, that money doesn't belong to us.
To the apartment. Matches mine exactly.
I'll give you a chance, Dyle, which is more than you'd give me.
[ Sighs ]
Well, Herman. You have something to hide?
- But I had nothing to do with it. - You've got the money now. It belongs to me.
- Are you sure? - Yes, I'm sure.
- Uh - - Oh!
causes no more than a slight tickling sensation...
- Can I have one of those? - One of what?
Take me a while to get used to your new name. What is it?
Listen, I-I only came in for an estimate.
You want the envelope?
I'm sorry, uh - I was just, uh -
Then prove it to me.
[ Horn Honking ]
- Lampert's the name on the marriage license. - I'm terribly sorry.
I'm sorry the old one couldn't tell you the truth...
So it's good-bye, Alexander Dyle, welcome home, Peter Joshua.
- That's right. Now go and eat your dinner. - Oh, I could eat a horse.
But I don't understand. Why do you want a divorce?
In the lobby?
What are you trying to say, that I might have killed Charles and Scobie?
Crooked? I should think you'd be glad to find out I'm not crooked.
- Yes, but we're divorced. - "But we're divorced."
Yes, Mr. Dyle. I remember.
All right, I'll take Tex's room here and Gideon's.
- Shakespeare never said that. - Ηow do you know?
Looks like it.
- Where did he go? - Out the window, I guess.
- I've tried to make it work, really I have, but - - But what?
Upsy-daisy.
How could I with the three Marx Brothers breathing down my neck?
[ Dog Barking ]
You mean... he might have?
217. Thank you, marine.
Oh, naturally. Just like I'd tell you if I had it.
Your husband possessed a ticket of passage on the Maranguape.
Mr. Hamilton Bartholomew.
mais sans servir les mains.
All right, turn around.
There was no trace of him.
Well, I can't very well leave without a pair of water wings, can I?
[ Burps ] and my apartment.
Tell us if you recogni - Oh.
Thank you.
I'm trying to prove it. They think I'm working with them, but I'm not, Reggie.
What was it?
- Ηurry up and change. I'm starved. - Let me know what you want to eat...
Ohh.
Don't you know it's impolite to leave someone holding... the phone?
Come in. I've got something that stings like crazy.
[ Horn Honks ]
5:00, Thursday, the gardens.
only Charles couldn't wait quite as long as the others.
Oh.
[ Laughing ] Everyone.
- [ Door Opens ] - [ Screams ]
Bad luck, Pamela.
If it's not here, why bother him?
Did you ever hear of anyone taking a shower with their shoes on?
If you think you're getting credit for this, you're crazy.
It is only a guess, of course.
Nothing, I guess. What happened then?
waiting for the rest of us to give up and go home.
- Yes, sir. Go right in. - Thank you.
I can't understand you at all.
Yes.
Come on, Jean-Louis. We'll have a treasure hunt.
But we're divorced.
You took the words right out of my mouth.
- I guess they just can't help it. - Ηmm?
- I think it only said where. - Come on, Reggie, think.
Then who does?
- Ηowdy. - What do you want?
That all he needs is a codebook, a cyanide pill and he's in business.
I can't think of a reason in the world why you should.
[ Laughing ]
He's just tryin' to throw us off. They got it, I tell ya.
Acro-nylon. Fibrous resistant.
- [ Groaning ] - Oh, Peter. Are you hurt?
[ Woman On P.A. ] Mr. Dyle, pIease. You're wanted on the telephone.
What did you expect him to do?
Mr. Dyle. Cabin four, pIease.
We all know Carson Dyle is dead, Mrs. Lampert.
Mrs. Lampert, listen to me. You're not safe as long as you have these stamps.
I don't know, Herman. Maybe you do.
Reggie. Reggie.
- I believe what he said. - No, no. It’s just a lot of words.
Wallet
That means killing Gideon didn't get it for him.
But sneakin' up thataway by yourself.
Peter, help me. You're the only one I can trust.
All right, where's the letter?