Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[ Footsteps Continue ]
It’s my last chance. I'm flying back to Paris this afternoon.
- Wipe your eyes. - [ Sniffling ]
I'm not hungry anymore. Isn't it glorious?
[ Children Giggling ]
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or your life ain't gonna be worth the paper it's printed on.
I know them as one knows his own face, though I had never seen them.
Yeah. A little one, about six or seven.
It’s gonna look like a parade. Stop it.
[ Footsteps ]
- So they think he left it with you. - But he didn't.
[ Tires Screech ]
You're only next door. If anything happens, holler.
[ Adam ] Tex recognized him. That's why he wrote Dyle.
A third of nothing is nothing. Just think about that.
You are positive?
Sure ain't nothin' here worth no quarter of a million dollars.
Charles's appointment was last week.
and Carson Dyle.
[ Gasps ]
I'm on your side. Just believe that.
That's Carson Dyle.
You wanna find me...
Look, I know it's asking you to stretch your imagination, but...
[ Chuckles ] You greenhorn.
Those three men want it, too. They want it very badly.
I thought that was Peter Joshua.
She won't be anybody's mother unless you answer some questions.
contemptible, crooked -
and it's always the person you don't suspect.
Mr. Chairman, fellow delegates...
May I see it, please?
Pardon. Pardon.
Don't trust him. Don't tell him anything
Pretty good, huh?
You know what it is, and you're gonna get it for me, too.
It’s there, Reggie. We're looking at it right now.
Oh, I love you.
Shh.
You're probably weak from hunger.
Ce soir, comme tous les autres soirs d'ailleurs, vous savez très bien...
Oh -
Is that why you dragged me all the way up here? To ask me that?
Now what?
You take Jean-Louis with you, and bolt the door from inside.
Found an office usually left open and moved in for the time you were here.
- Well, who was that? - That's Punch, of course.
- Walk up and shake you by that hand of yours? - A dumb move, Ηerman. A dumb move.
Open up.
Wouldn't advise that, Mrs. Lampert.
I'm afraid I don't know that one, miss. Well - [ Clears Throat ]
Mr. Bartholomew, this is Regina Lampert. I just -
you won't find it difficult to make some new friends.
- Oh. - Well, what would you like me to say?
Nothing.
'Cause you know I ain't foolin' around here.
- I'm not sure if I'm supposed to tell you or not. - What does that mean?
- That one's done. Do this one. - Oh.
It’s hopeless. I don't even know what we're looking for.
I just heard from him. He's still hungry.
Me after the quarantine
Jean-Louis, thank heaven. Do you have the -
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- I'm not Dyle. You know that. - But Tex didn't know it. You're a murderer.
"Punch, of course"? I thought he was dead.
- Any requests? - Shut the door.
Something like that.
One tin of tooth powder. That is all.
- Anything in there? - Nothing.
Dead end.
I'm not quite sure.
- No. - The last one, please.
- No, it isn't. Where's the money? - I don't know.
Come in and watch.
American Embassy.
I know who's got that money, man, and I want my share.
And what is its value today?
Ah, Swiss. His profession?
None of you will be permitted to leave Paris...
If you want to tell me what's troubling you, fine.
I usually sing a medley of old favorites when I'm in the shower.
- Up there. - On top of that cupboard?
Watch it. I'm on.
[ Gasps ]
It sounded quite urgent. A Mrs. Lampert.
Mr. Joshua.