Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Adam! - It’s all right. Come and look.
Swell, but this man doesn't have a garden.
That's it, Adam! The gardens!
[ Door Closes ]
- Oh. - But instead of delivering the gold, they stole it.
- Are they for sale now? - Let me see.
The authorities in Bordeaux searched his compartment on the train.
Voilà, as they say.
That a pretty girl with an outrageous manner means more to an old pro like me...
Now, don't be piggy, Herman.
Vous passez cette orange a la personne derrière vous -
- Yeah? - Now you listen to me, Dyle.
- Mrs. Lampert? - Are you sure there's no mistake?
Of the Western Ηemisphere conference...
One more question.
- You "savez" what I'm sayin' to you? - Stop! Stop! Please stop!
When I man gets to be my age, that's the last word he ever wants to hear.
Hello?
Peter?
Do you hear me? Come on out.
Anyway, I don't want to be alone. I'm afraid.
Agents.
Allez vite, n'importe où. N'importe où! Vite!
Well, madame?
I suppose so. I don't know.
'cause from now on I'm gonna be right behind you.
Only she's English into French, and I'm French into English.
- Agent. - Yes.
in dollars, a quarter of a million.
- You like some wine? - No, thank you.
Uh, where are you now? Can you meet me at the market?
[ Screams ]
A machine gun separated Scobie from his right hand...
he has disappeared into thin air.
- [ Boy Chattering In French ] - Jean-Louis!
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One ticket of passage to South America.
than a quarter of a million dollars?
He's all right, Sylvie. Ηonestly.
Say, I'd appreciate it mighty highly...
It’s enough to make you a vegetarian, isn't it?
- [ Giggling ] - Reggie, cut it out.
[ Sighs ] Is your husband with you?
Everyone. Whoa. Come on.
Last time I sent out a tie, only the spot came back.
- Scared. - You'll be all right.
- What, like Scobie? - No. Gene Kelly.
Eine Apfelsine. Vous mettez I'orange sur le menton comme ça -
The letter, huh? It ain't worth nothin'.
- Hello. - Ηello, Peter.
That's the spirit. Here's what I want you to do.
- Mais c'est très urgent. - Occupé.
Step back.
- What do you want? - Who is it?
No, wait! It was last Thursday, 5:00...
- [ Cawing ] - [ Laughing ]
Mrs. Foster, take a memo to Bartholomew in Security recommending -
Now, take it easy, Mrs. Lampert. Take it easy.
- While we're waiting, we'll search yours. - Not my room.
- And the blue one? - Oh, it's called The Ηawaiian Blue.
Mrs. Lampert, they knew I was still alive, but they left me there.
What happened then?
Honorine?
That's all right with us.
- What? - A fortune! Come on!
- Or Tex? - Possibly.
for the purpose of delivering $250,000 in gold...
Trying to kill her? Who does she think I am, the C.I.A.?
You killed all three of 'em for nothin'!
Taxi!
So he's narrowed it down to us. You've got it.
- I'm trying to find out who you are. - You know my name. It’s Dyle.
Do you know him, Mrs. Lampert? Leopold W. Gideon?
Mine neither.
[ Groans ]
This one, a Swedish four shilling...
You need them.
printed in 1854.
Well, where did everything go?
It is never mistaken, not in 23 years.
Jain is a the good important so and can will it for you the to an and my
Oh, I don't know who anybody is.
- I don't suppose so. - It’s a toss-up, I can tell you that.
- I don't know. - That's absurd, madame. Totalement absurde.
Whoop. [ Laughing ]
And this?
- Who asked you to get stuck with any of them? - Is there a Mrs. Cruikshank?
One letter, stamped but unsealed, addressed to you.
They killed Charles to get it, but he must not have had it with him on the train.
Would you like to see my passport?
- Can I come in? - No. I'm going to take a bath.
Well, it led me away from umbrella frames, for one thing.
The view had better be worth it.
All right. All right, I'll be right down. Wait a minute.
- I'm very sorry. - Thank you.
One fountain pen.
- Now it turns out all you're interested in is the money. - That's right.
Keeps callin' for Aunt Reggie.
Hey, how do you stop this thing?
Let's go somewhere crowded. I feel like a lot of people.
you just look over your shoulder...
Today it has a value of $1 00,000.
He was dressed only in his pajamas.
They were in plain view all the time, but no one bothered to look at the envelope.
the Jardins des Champs-Élysées.
[ Together ] Naturally.
Hey, there is something. And it's heavy.
Wait a minute. Ηow did Carson Dyle get an office in this building anyway?
Could you speak any louder? I can't speak any louder
He's just trying to frighten you.
Alex, how can you tell if anyone's lying or not?
- Don't you want me to stay? - Of course, but if you went back and wrote me a letter -
He was there, too. A little less hair, but it's the same one.
[ Screaming ]
If not, I'm tired, it's late and I want to go home to bed.
350 European, 200 Asian...