Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

the competition was turning out.
You're a new man.
Look out.
Doctor said it was bad for my thermostat. Mm-hmm.
Will you put that thing away!
I'll help you.
- What for? - Well, I wouldn't want to use that tub.
Venez ici, step right up, ladies and gentlemen.
I was expecting you. I knew you would come.
- [ Tex ] This ain't no game, Miz Lampert. - We want that money now.
- Ooh! - Does it hurt?
Why should I?
Where's the money?
Don't change the subject. Just give me the stamps.
They searched it thoroughly.
Then he gets it out of your share.
And please don't tell anyone about coming to see us today.
Stop right now, Mrs. Lampert, or I'll kill you.
- Have you any idea what these things cost over here? - Please go on, Mr. Bartholomew.
I don't see how another 24 hours could hurt anything.
[ Bartholomew ] Bye.
- What's the matter? - [ Sighs ]
- Okay? - Okay.
You'll wreck your raincoat.
Why should I be in any danger?
Come on now, Miz Lampert.
I told you I would. Come on.
Where is it, lady?
but it's possible we were wrong about who killed your husband.
Without the use of your hands. Are you ready?
It could prove fatal for them as well as yourself.
I regret very much having to say this, but...
"The days pass very slowly, and I hope to see you soon.
- [ Buzzing Continues ] - [ Laughing ]
- What is it worth? - Oh, the money is unimportant.
[ Phone Buzzing ]
Taxi!
- As fast as you can get there. Ηurry, Mrs. Lampert. - I'm leaving right away. Good-bye.
Sit down.
I can't think of any reason why he was killed.
I don't want to be serious, and I especially don't want you to be.
Why don't you try it sometime?
- [ Sighs ] Hello. - HeIlo.
Whoa! Billet, monsieur.
- What did I say? - Serious.
- Give me the stamps. Come on. - What's your first name today?
- Adam Canfield? - Mm-hmm.
called Den Gula Fyraskillingen...
- She has it. - And I say maybe you both have it.
Hmm. Now - Now, just a minute. Take it easy.
[ Screams ]
Yes, he is. He was my brother.
Come on, Jean-Louis. Come along. Oh, that's fine.
were ordered behind the German lines...
Whoever it is won't give up, and neither will I.
Lord, you're obstinate.
These few things are all that was found in the train compartment.
And if I were you, I wouldn't stay in my pajamas.
Obviously you're telling the truth...
At least he knows how to behave at funerals.
- Where is he? - Ηe's over in my room.
What is it, some new American fad?
[ Buzzing ]
- What are you doing? - Taking off my shoes.
There. You take it. It’s all yours.
No. Not yet.
- Wait a minute. - What?
but I had to find out your part in all this.
which comes to 10 francs.
I've got something here.
But I've looked everywhere. You know I have.
- Would you mind seeing me to the door? - Of course not.
on the back of the neck.
- I'll take that. - My room's open.
- You go home and think it over real careful like, you hear? - You're absolutely insane!
All right, I guess you'd better call the French police.
- Yes? - Mrs. Lampert? Bartholomew.
- Les effets de Lampert. - [ Man ] D'accord.
I'll get someone to fix up my suit quickly and take you out to dinner.
[ Grunting ]
la voix de thaïs dans la tête
Well, let's get busy.
Just a moment. Have a good look.
You mean you're a thief?
A fountain pen.
I think he threatened to turn them in and they killed him.
Eh -
- Oh, thank you. - Do we know each other?
Umbrella frames. That's what he made.
You could at least tell me what your first name is these days.