Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The window. The window!

Some fantasy you dreamed up. More like a nightmare.

I don't know. Come on back to the house. Simon!

you hardly knew I was alive,

That's not what you said at the meeting.

I used to read Dickens when I was your age. And Hawthorne.

Smiles! Smiles, everyone.

They're fighting for equality, Tattoo.

- Really? - You're lucky, you and Carol.

It's all right, Brian.

The Team! The Team!

- Don't tell Pat, okay? - No, of course not.

Isn't it part of your fantasy to seduce your boss?

Well, she was afraid.

[ Engine Starts ]

Ahh! Sorry, Tattoo.

[ Hinges Creaking ]

Mr. and Mrs. Faber.

I'll have a vodka martini on the rocks...

Mr. Roarke, I want Janet back the way she was.

I know it's Ann. Well, who do you think it is?

to the doctors at Lakedale, huh?

Come. [ Sobbing ]

How do you know? You weren't there.

Then I assure you that you'll go back to the plane without seeing her.

[ Margo ] The question is, which one?

You're a scream.

That may well be Janet's only chance of recovery.

There might be some things about me you don't know, Margo.

Will you get in, please?

Going the wrong way, Miss Dean.

that you couldn't afford to give her the kind of home and life...

Reconstructing everything.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm afraid I am.

That's quite a coincidence.

Oh, yes, Miss Dean. I should have told you before.

Look at Carol's hands, her little body.

It was guilt. She thought she had killed you.

Uh, yes, you're right, Grant.

I'll double it! I'll triple it!

Where do we find Mr. Maxwell?

Pat, Carol or Ann?

[ Pat ] Mrs. Faber? Mrs. Faber? Lucy, you can't tell her.

That is my half of the $10,000 you paid for this weekend.

Especially when she's a woman.

Oh, I'm afraid I can. [ Snaps Fingers ]

I've got to get back to that plane. How much do you want?

May I-- May I show you to your room?

Yes, I know, Benson.

You are here to fulfill Mr. Benson's fantasy.

if I really do have a natural talent, where I got it.

I didn't imagine it either!

I'm coming. Pat!

I'd only ridden once before I came here.

Get some flashlights. Quick! Hurry! Yes, sir.

Can't even leave the house without letting them know where I'll be every second.

I-- I had some errands.

It was lots of things, but mostly because she's so much like me.

It is Pat, isn't it?

I'll pay. Benson!

A child with a chance to marry the prince in the magic castle.

I used to come over and play tennis with you.

[ Sobbing ] And now Mr. Charles is dead!

It's west, 12 miles across the jungle...

Benson! Benson, my leg! Get me out of here!

Now why did you agree to this experiment then? Experiment?

I saw you in the bathtub, dead! What is it? What?

[ Roarke ] Miss Margo Dean.

[ Grunting Sounds ]