Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But if only Charles had been honest with me.
In my room, asleep.
There's an old riddle about two tribes of Indians.
- Is there only one Charles Lampert? - Mmm.
Do you know what's wrong with you?
- -
I want you to find out.
We know what happened from the bits and pieces we were able to paste together...
- I'll meet you there in 1 5 minutes. - All right. I'll be there in 1 5 minutes.
- Ηe said if I don't give him the money he'll kill me. - Oh, don't take it seriously.
and 12 Princess Grace commemorative...
Avanti, avanti, signore e signori.
I was thinking about Charles and Scobie and who's going to be next.
I remember Grandpierre looking through it...
Must be something around here.
Not unless we're blind.
- Uh, you are - - Mrs. Lampert. Mrs. Charles Lampert.
Why bother him?
- If you take him those stamps, he'll kill you, too. - Mrs. Lampert...
- You've never seen him before either? - No, thank heaven.
I must call Sylvie right away.
It’s just lucky I'm not hanging next to one of those things right now.
And they was both too smart for us.
Jean-Louis.
- It’s mine! - [ Screams ]
Reggie?
- [ Continues In French ] - [ No Audible Dialogue ]
- Tex? Is he here? - Look.
Oh.
[ Chuckling ] Clever fellow. Almost missed me.
- Adam Canfield is a crook, and I want to know why. - WeIl, it's simple.
Why you lied to me.
- Who's it from? - The American Embassy.
You just said it's always the one you don't suspect.
you're doing a first-rate job.
He's allergic to him.
- I said, tell me to go to the embassy first - - I heard you, I heard you.
Monsieur, next time, please, use the keyhole, hmm?
Is that all? May I leave now?
to the French underground.
I've come too far to turn back. I swear, I’ll kill you.
♪♪ [ Somber Classical ]
- Is that you? - Yeah.
Carson Dyle had no brother.
- Madame Charles Lampert? - Yes.
- You must be kiddin'. - No, I'm not.
Uh - Uh, do you mind if I don't go in with you?
And if it is?
I love you, Adam.
Until one of them dies I couldn't possibly meet anyone else.
[ Footsteps Approaching ]
Mr. Bartholomew, I'm catching the next plane out of here.
- Peppermint-flavored heroin. - Hmm.
Now, if you had a treasure, where would you hide it?
When we went through the airlines bag, something was missing - "un agenda. "
Why me?
Nothing too expensive.
- Did you? - Yes.
Didn't you know it was against the law to register under an assumed name?
[ Groaning ]
Ay, ay, ay!
I'd like you to look at this photograph for a moment, please.
Until two days ago the only thing I really knew about Charles was his name.
Carson Dyle had no brother.
Mr. Bartholomew! Mr. Bartholomew!
Everybody and his Aunt Lillian's been through that bag...
but up to now I've yet to see a penny of it.
- Ηerman? - What?
Hmm? Hello?
Of - Of the Western Hemisphere conference -
Oh, yes. Please, uh, come in, Mrs. Lampert.
- Help me! - Reggie, stop.
- Hello? - Mrs. Lampert, it's me...
She didn't do it.
You didn't have to chase me so hard.
the military espionage unit -
That wasn't a proposal. I'm just curious.
- I don't see how that's going to - - You're not looking.
Uh, I don't know who this Mr. Dyle is...
The rear projection is seamless!
Please believe me. I’ll kill you, too. It won't make any difference.
So where's your gun?
When you get your divorce, are you going back to America?
- What's the trouble? - Ηe stepped on my foot.
Oh.
- What do you mean, no? - The kid was yellin'.
With a rich husband and this year's clothes...
Like last week's news. Like Charles, Mrs. Lampert.
If you do find that money...
All right. We'll drive around that way.
because my brother wouldn't go along with their scheme to steal the gold.
If you want anything, just bang on the wall.
- No, I'm sorry, Mr. Dyle. Nothing today. - Thank you.
[ Groans ]
Oh, I'm sorry about that.
To be more specific, Mrs. Lampert, your husband was wanted by this agency.
C'est trop stupide.
Excuse me for a moment, Mrs. Lampert.
- Are you going to listen? - Go on.
- [ Bell Tolls ] - [ Alex ] Who put that there?
- Oh. Are you kidding? - [ Laughs ]
Oh, poor old Herman.