Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ahh! Sorry, Tattoo.
to the doctors at Lakedale, huh?
I-- I had some errands.
Can't even leave the house without letting them know where I'll be every second.
[ Grunting Sounds ]
Mr. and Mrs. Faber.
Pat, Carol or Ann?
That may well be Janet's only chance of recovery.
[ Margo ] The question is, which one?
It's all right, Brian.
May I-- May I show you to your room?
Uh, yes, you're right, Grant.
Look at Carol's hands, her little body.
- Really? - You're lucky, you and Carol.
[ Roarke ] Miss Margo Dean.
Pat!
I've got to get back to that plane. How much do you want?
you hardly knew I was alive,
I'll pay. Benson!
Yeah. Yeah, I'm afraid I am.
[ Sobbing ] And now Mr. Charles is dead!
I don't know. Come on back to the house. Simon!
I used to read Dickens when I was your age. And Hawthorne.
Roarke?
Mr. Roarke, I want Janet back the way she was.
Well, she was afraid.
Yes.
Okay. Sure.
Pat. Carol.
Smiles! Smiles, everyone.
Reconstructing everything.
Oh, yes, Miss Dean. I should have told you before.
Go to sleep.
[ Pat ] Mrs. Faber? Mrs. Faber? Lucy, you can't tell her.
Get some flashlights. Quick! Hurry! Yes, sir.
You're a scream.
[ Gasps ] No!
I've got you.
if I really do have a natural talent, where I got it.
- Pat. - Hi.
that you couldn't afford to give her the kind of home and life...
Where do we find Mr. Maxwell?
Well,
I used to come over and play tennis with you.
Oh, baby.
Now why did you agree to this experiment then? Experiment?
I saw you in the bathtub, dead! What is it? What?
Will you get in, please?
A child with a chance to marry the prince in the magic castle.
I'll have a vodka martini on the rocks...
Going the wrong way, Miss Dean.
I'll double it! I'll triple it!
That is my half of the $10,000 you paid for this weekend.
There might be some things about me you don't know, Margo.
It was lots of things, but mostly because she's so much like me.
It was guilt. She thought she had killed you.
How do you know? You weren't there.
You are here to fulfill Mr. Benson's fantasy.
I know it's Ann. Well, who do you think it is?
Some fantasy you dreamed up. More like a nightmare.
Come. [ Sobbing ]
[ Engine Starts ]
They're fighting for equality, Tattoo.
It's west, 12 miles across the jungle...
- Don't tell Pat, okay? - No, of course not.
Then I assure you that you'll go back to the plane without seeing her.
Especially when she's a woman.
Yes, I know, Benson.
That's not what you said at the meeting.
I didn't imagine it either!
That's quite a coincidence.
The window. The window!
Benson! Benson, my leg! Get me out of here!
The Team! The Team!
I'd only ridden once before I came here.
Isn't it part of your fantasy to seduce your boss?
Oh, I'm afraid I can. [ Snaps Fingers ]
[ Door Opens ]
I'm coming. Pat!
[ Hinges Creaking ]
It is Pat, isn't it?