Sputtering, Sybil flounders about the thoroughly flooded
basement. Legal documents, wedding photographs, and other debris
float around her as she struggles through the murky water. She
grabs onto of an old filing cabinet for support, merely
succeeding in yanking out a drawer. Her face contorting with
rage, Sybil watches the papers cascade into the swirling flood.
"Mrs. Fawlty! I save you!" Manuel stomps down the stairs. "I
reverberate you!" In his haste to rescue his employer, the
chivalrous Spaniard fails to notice the slippery nature of the
stairs. With a yelp, he stumbles and proceeds to crash down the
staircase. He hits the water with a tremendous splash. Her lips
bent into a crooked half-smile, Mrs. Fawlty wades over and helps
the dazed waiter to his feet.  "Resuscitate, Manuel." Sybil's
voice is eerily calm. "The word is resuscitate."  "Mrs. Fawlty?"
Manuel squeaks, as the short woman begins to cackle maniacally.
"Iz funny?"  "Oh, very. Resuscitate, Manuel. Ha!" Grabbing the
waiter by the collar of his