Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Does the name Tex Penthollow mean anything to you? - No.

but H.Q. asked us to use the plant here in the building to ease the gold outflow.

Now hold it. I've waited long enough. What happened back there?

Nevertheless, Mrs. Lampert, you've got it.

[ Train Whistle Blows ]

[ Phone Ringing ]

Or a certified check, safe-deposit key, baggage claim.

If the police find him first, they're not going to turn over that quarter of a million to us.

Dry cleaning-wise, things are all fouled up.

Well, Ηerman, I see you had a happy landing.

All right, Mrs. Voss.

- Ηe wants it all. That means we're in his way, too. - That's right.

In 1894, the owner was murdered by a rival collector...

I'm just as difficult to Iive with as he was.

I'm leaving Paris tonight.

Because I don't love him. And he obviously doesn't love me.

You block-headed jackass!

Now you've got another job, so stop grumbling and start looking.

You'd like her. She'd like you, too. Come on, give me those stamps.

- [ Bullets Clatter ] - Now sit down.

- Mr. Cruikshank, a Miss Lamp - - Mrs.

Yeah, I have. Why?

- You're a fat lot of help. - That's right.

Oh, you're a nut. [ Groans ]

It doesn't sound like the sort of thing a young woman can handle by herself.

we could have done somethin' to keep him busy.

- [ Knock On Door ] - Entrez.

- Eh - Why don't you shut up? - Well!

- It belongs to me, Miz Lampert, and you're gonna get it for me... - [ Gasps ]

I don't want to kill you, but I will.

I'm sorry. I don't know anything about stamps.

- [ Sighs ] - [ Coin Drops ]

the man who was in your room a few minutes ago.

You can't even be honest about being dishonest.

don't you think you could pretend just for a moment that I'm a woman?

[ Chuckles ] Yeah, sure I am, kid.

Mr. Bartholomew, what is all this about?

Hey, you know, this thing is still damp.

Take the next car, please.

You'd better take the boy out in the hall.

- What? From Charles? - Ηe's the only husband I have.

And don't forget these.

Be careful, Adam. He's already killed three men.

- Why? Do you think we're going to? - I don't know. Ηow would I know?

One day you meet an Indian. You say...

Not a very large turnout, is it?

I don't believe it.

We, of course, knew him by his real name -

Didn't Charles have any friends?

Ηmm. Well, if anyone goes on the critical list, let me know.

Someone has to do it, Mrs. Lampert.

- Stop that, please! - Don't make too much noise, Miz Lampert.

Now, please help us, Mrs. Lampert.

[ Door Closes ]

I'm not through complaining yet.

Ecoutez-moi bien. Les règles du jeu sont très simple.

Any morning now you could wake up dead, Mrs. Lampert.

We're anxious to know who this man is - the one calling himself Dyle.

- What are you talking about? - First her husband, now her.

P.S. Your dentist called yesterday. Your appointment has been changed."

Because I already know an awful lot of people.

- I think Tex did it. - Oh.

I stuck it together again.

- No, I didn't. - It’s done in America all the time.

- Well, would you like to see where I was tattooed? - Yes.

Serves me right if I get stuck with that one.

- [ Grunting Stops ] - [ Blows Stop ]

Viens, Jean-Louis. Let us make a walk. I've never seen a Rothschild before.

Besides yourself, who is his nearest relative?

- And you, Mrs. Lampert? - I was, too.

Somebody threw him off a train.

Is that why you dragged me all the way up here? To ask me that?

- Is Dyle with you? - Who?

The $250,000 Charles Voss received from the auction.

They think I have a quarter of a million dollars that belongs to them.

♪ I always will ♪

I can’t stand these things It’s like drinking coffee through a veil

dig it up and split it five ways.

Well, if I'm going to die, I might as well do it for my country.

Oh, I want to believe you, Peter -

without a care in the world?

I'm afraid it's very important.

Peter, are you all right?

I think I prefer it this way.

Well, it sounds right. You going to call me?

No. Swing down from there on a rope to save the woman you love.

Mrs. Lampert, would you look at that photograph and tell me if you recognize anyone?

It’s like drinking coffee through a veil.