Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mama La, would you mind seeing to my guests for a bit?

Good-bye, Mr. Roarke. Thank you for everything.

Hey. Darling, what is it?

Anything, honey? Hmm?

Stop it, Mama La.

where they spent their honeymoon, where we spent all those happy vacations.

You must learn the art of patience.

We made it. She believed it all.

Mr. Roarke, I don't know what to say, but this weekend has been an awakening for me.

- So it will appear. - What do you mean by that?

And it's all of you who must survive with one another...

Oh, it's a very common one, Mr. Kellino.

Mama La? The nanny that raised the Connors's girl?

Mr. Roarke explained everything to me,

Hey, I think you've got something. Gimme that thing.

unless Uncle Carlyle and I both approve of the facility.

like they were when the family was whole and happy.

You've been searching for Mama La for years.

Stop worrying, Bill. She's in good hands.

But he doesn't have to see it, does he?

If Mom and Dad don't get together soon, they never will.

[ Sighs, Sniffles ] Good night.

Jonathan's daughter, Marian Connors.

I could be wrong, Mr. Roarke, but I'm getting the distinct feeling...

And you brought this voodoo priest here now?

A place where maybe they can remember what it was like just being people.

It would have been best to take Jane back there to the island where she grew up...

And the gentleman with her is her fiancé, Carlyle Cranston.

And Ann and Grace and Evelynee will sleep by the fire.

Easy. Watch your hand.

Yes, we seem to be the only ones here.

[ Whimpers ] Watch it. Watch it.

I buried my dog there.

Jane wouldn't rebuild the plantation anyway. What's he got to be afraid of?