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Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips
and that's because there's money involved.
in the fine art of fencing.
- Where? - There!
Valet!
Oh, Golly! I have read about this.
Yes, sir.
Oh, my.
...there was no mention of the painting.
and I unwittingly smuggle it to Krampf.
Ah. Oh. Ooh.
in no way obviates the fact
If it does exist, it belongs to Spain.
During the party, we steal it while no one's looking.
California? Oh, icky!
Someone shooting at me!
'Til tomorrow. Ta!
and the secret bank accounts along with it.
then found out it is worth only one!
Oh...
Good Lord! It couldn't be!
I have discovered
my relationship with my mother, uh,
the rudest man in England for years.
I'm Georgina Krampf.
We may be flat broke, my darling,
that I feared she had done herself
Spinoza, you silver-tongued scallywag.
Quick session of congress.
Right you are, madam.
You know how it is, gentlemen.
...what else can you tell me about Strago?
Oh...
Don't you feel the same? That you could share with me?
Quite.
and effort into this endeavor.
Hopeless.
Oh!
Thank you. No hard feelings.
if you please to tell me.
of reasonable intelligence to converse with.
We're not savages, after all, are we?
The painting she was working on in the end...
That is a superb Hulihee sans sideburn,
he will unleash his unpleasantness
Ooh...
- Yes, do. - Good night, sir.
It's a fine day to be alive, what?
a horrible mischief.
And she was, well, we were having
without pay or lodging?
once it's announced. Do not delay.
Good luck!
However...
Spinoza was the best art smuggler in the business,
I was unhappy with our last conversation,
Thursday, sir.
Radiant...
For 17 years,
and that's why she got killed.
The local authorities were displeased.
I mean...
Spinoza then secrets the painting into the Rolls
- Go bid! - Oh!
It's a terrible moment when you find yourself
I pursued this painting. You know why?
holding a dead man's Goya.
Can I have all Thames Valley police officers
they'd be arrested on the spot.
To what do I owe the pleasure?
why I shouldn't arrest you right now?
Oh, thank you very much.
This one taken by accident, utterly useless...
No, not in her, in me.
And I gave them to the authorities.
disguised as our Sheridan.
of our financial affairs.
and back, are we?
Show him the photographs. Excuse me.
Thank you, Maurice.
The painting, Your Grace.
You should treat a jam jar car like this
Sony, sir. We'll try and keep it down.
Every Mortdecai man before me has had one.
Which lady?
the whacking Cloud, the bollock Royce!
is my mustache.
and this little bit of magic
I dunno, sir.
Well, if you won't do it for me,
has it been compromised??
Looks like something curled up and died on your lip.
- Yes, she is. - My God...
I'm deeply, deeply flattered, young man.
I do remember that there was an etching
Five hundred thousand.
Hmm?
Oh, Jock...
Fernand Just Quignon's Lavender Field.
It's the shellfish!
Oh, it's burning... I... I can't go on...
The truth is nice, but a rumor is priceless.
- You've got a difficult chap. - Beastly.
No, not the stairs!
Is that our final bid?
Well, come on, then.
and poke around a bit.
Right. Gosh, it's been ages.
Sedgwick's Auction House in Kensington.
That Judas! That Ajax! That Paris!
So much to do.
Do have a look, eh?
Oh, moon of my delight. This is your own personalized
Done.
would cheer her up.
Hello! I'm outside.
I am Mortdecai, Lord of Silverdale.
in no way obviates the fact
You one megabyte short of a RAM?
Well then, Mr. Krampf. I suppose since you're here
Are you coming back to bed?
Rather simple job, wouldn't you say?
Am I interested? I'm wildly interested.