Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, no. Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

[ Man's Voice, Whispering ] Janet.

I'll bet when you were a little boy, you kept dirty pictures hidden under your mattress.

Ten thousand dollars.

[ Grunting Continues ]

I think our little charade has served its purpose.

She swam out around the point. The tide's awful strong.

That was the truth, and they believed me.

- How did I get here? - [ Grunts ]

I only want to make sure that neither you nor the child will be hurt.

- You know what? - I can imagine.

Gives me the heaves just to think about my real parents.

You thought of everything, didn't you?

She was gonna have a baby any minute.

117 games in a row-- That's a lot of luck.

I knew that horrible moment when you tried to revive Pat,

it will change my entire life.

She doesn't know anything.

Don't all men hate their bosses?

You enjoy it more when fantasies...

if you knew she was the servants' daughter.

Lowell, Massachusetts? Is that where you're from?

I swear, I never knew. I swear it.

Of course, darling.

I like to draw.

I guess she was afraid you wouldn't think her good enough...

There was a machete there. Right there! I saw it.

Ten. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

I hope you enjoyed it.

The Team! The Team!

[ Gasps ] Janet.

She doesn't even know who she is or where she is.

I look after the garden, Mrs. Fleming,

As happened four years ago,

Congratulations, Mrs. Fleming.

For the last 12 years, there hasn't been a day I haven't thought about her,

What about the others? Are they here?

She's, uh, resting, Mr. Fleming.

She's killed him!

worried if she was all right.

You know, you're right. Life is a series of exchanges.

Perhaps, uh, Pierre could force the lock.

Welcome to Fantasy Island!