Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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