Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But first, I wanna make sure that you came prepared to hold up your end of the deal.

I suppose that sounds silly, particularly since I'm married to one.

Bill! I thought you'd gone back to Omaha.

He wants me to convince her...

Oh. Pepper, come here.

[ Squawks ] Look. Pick it up.

But I told him I was going to Abilene to visit my sister.

What would you say if I told you guys I had a job for ya?

Here, here. Mr. Roarke, there you are.

Back in the mothballs for the lot of us. Oh, but not forever.

But now, for his fantasy, Spence wants them together again for, uh, one last job.

Not the Desmond Vaughn?

Good afternoon, ladies. Hi.

Oh, thank you for the flowers and everything, Mr. Gantman.

I don't believe it. Spence.

All right, this is the law.

- Good girl. - [ Man ] May I have the first team, please?

The kid's been bleeding me for the last two years.

What's he got on you, Spence?

But if we are going to fulfill Miss Russell's fantasy,

Prettier than her picture too. I'm Arthur Gantman. Welcome.

[ Excited Chattering ] Your fans.

[ Spencer ] The safe is right here, in the basement.

They must be spread all over the world.

Right, Mr. Roarke?

Follow me. Where to?

For you, maybe. But what about all those poor suckers you kept running over?

The all-time crooked cop.

Oh, Mr. MacLean, if you're referring to Burt "Fingers" Lonagan--

an exclusive seven-year contract with Monarch Pictures.

You see, when you're a very rich lady and alone,

That table over there. Excuse me. I'll be back.

I certainly hope so.

Oh, uh, yeah. [ Chuckling ]

- How do you like it? - Bravo, Tattoo.

What an incredible coincidence. How you doing?

As a matter of fact, one of our guests inquired if he were for sale.

What we've gotta do then is, uh, steal the file. Is that right?