Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yes, and I'm dreadfully sorry about your loss. I…
Follow you.
[storyteller] Miss Jessel found herself,
They've had to.
Did I?
[chuckles softly]
I can't believe he didn't show up.
There are flowers, of course.
A tale of a yarn.
-[Peter] Is that right? -[Flora] But otherwise…
and all left within the first year.
You called it a nanny job.
She paid the price.
Anyone else see him?
Au pair.
-By themselves. -[Rebecca] Yes, of course.
My maker was Claude.
just how beautiful you are.
Dolls are wonderful.
Just flip…
He doesn't even know it, which makes it even worse.
Uh, yes.
can only imagine what those poor children have been--
I'm so glad…
Well, it's offensive even.
University of London, School of Oriental and African Studies.
Will it be long?
[rain pattering]
It's yours.
-♪ Tainted love ♪ -♪ Oh, oh ♪
[chuckles]
Tell me what you want.
Oh, no, the pressure.
Of course.
and that's what I love to nurture in children.
Every girl in the village is mad for him.
Oh, God.
What a liar you are! I can see two of them, right there!
And later…
I saw it the day you walked in.
But guess what that means?
[rain pattering]
[thunder rumbling]
I'm going to light a candle.
But Flora lies.
The agency has told you about our circumstances, I trust?
you said you work with Mr. Wingrave, but it certainly felt like your interview.
[footsteps recede]
This belonged to my dad.
I see you.
Like it never happened.
Just one… one moment.