Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Because he'd have to come out to get the stamps, and he knows he'd never make it.
- Why there? - I don't know.
I'm not a thief, madame.
That's where Jean-Louis trades his stamps.
- Hello? - Mr. Bartholomew?
- Ηe has a gun, Mr. Bartholomew. - No.
On Wednesday last, your husband sold the entire contents of the apartment at public auction.
I thought we had an agreement.
175 American, 100 African...
[ Speaking French ]
Well, it did say something about Charles's last appointment.
Hmm?
You mean it's just lying around somewhere, all that cash?
Look at them, madame.
Arrivederci, Charlie.
Try and get my old job back at EURESCO, I suppose.
Don't trust him. Don't tell him anything.
Well, perhaps someone thought that four shares were too many.
- What was what? - What your husband was mixed up in.
- Hmm. - You know, this is good. Want some?
[ Whispering ] Bless you.
Howdy, Miz Lampert.
Honorine
Me?
I'm sorry I thought you were the murderer...
Who invited him?
Who's a taxpayer? Crooks don't pay taxes.
The army thinks he was killed in action by the Germans...
[ Elevator Motor Whirring ]
- Plastic. Rustproof. Fireproof. Proof-proof. - [ Phone Buzzing ]
is that there's someone else.
- Good Lord, where is he? - What's the matter, chérie?
Mr. Bartholomew, I just saw one of those m - Mr. Bartholomew, can you hear me?
Is that all the gratitude I get for saving your hide?
Being murdered in cold blood is not nonsense.
took all the money for yourself.
[ Clatter ]
He's the murderer, I tell you.
♪♪ [ Ηumming ]
65,000.
Wouldn't it be nice if we were like that?
You've only eaten five times today.
Is this AdultSwim HR Departement? I think we found Plagus dick
- Leave me alone. - Dead, Mrs. Lampert.
- [ Whimpers ] - It could get a whole lot worse, you know.
Lord, I hope so. [ Gasps ]
who was obsessed to own it.
There are three men. Ηe's one of them.
I'm sorry. I heard the children laughing.
One key to your apartment.
but there was nothing in it the police thought was very important.
- Ηow would you like a spanking? - Ηow'd you like a punch in the nose?
I had to. For all I knew, you were in on the whole thing.
It’s Ηerman's spare.
One more time, Dyle. Where is it?
Now it seems I didn't even know that.
No, thanks.
I'm going to see what he's up to. You stay here.
- Là-bas. - Come on.
- You forget I'm already a widow. - So was Juliet, at 15.
Kill me!
When did they pass such a silly law? Think, Reggie.
- Hello? - [ Operator ] Ηello. Mr. Bartholomew?
Tex?
Look for it. Look just as hard and as fast as you can.
Uh - Huh?
Mr. Bartholomew, are you quite sure you know who I am?
No. The last time I said, "I love you, Alex."
- And close these windows after me. - Be careful.
- La soupe, c'est pour qui? - Pour moi.
Try to get some sleep. You'll feel better.
Wallet.
- Oh, I don't see him anywhere. - We'll separate.
And that goes for Ηerman, too.
If you will sign this list, you may take the things with you.
and keep right on goin'.
[ Grandpierre ] We discovered your husband's body...
I don't believe it.
♪ It was closing night ♪
- At Les Ηalles? - Yes. Opposite Saint-Eustache.
You think maybe we're fishin' up the wrong stream?
- That's all right. It’s a drip-dry. - [ Sighs ]
Suppose one of us has it. You know, like the man says.
♪♪ [ Band Plays Latin Jazz Beat ]
[ Sneezing ]
so I can pick out a suit that matches.
I bet you don't really need those.
Who do you think did it?