Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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