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The plane! The plane!

Bye-bye. -ALL: Bye.

- Good morning, boss.
- Good morning, Tattoo.

Ah, good morning, Julie.

Good morning,
Mr. Roarke, Tattoo.

And where is my
favorite goddaughter

off to this morning, huh?

Actually, I was thinking.

A whole week of my summer
has gone by here with you,

and...

Yes?

Well, I was wondering if I
could start going with you

to the plane dock to help
you welcome the guests.

Oh, I see.

Ah, well, actually, that
is a distinct possibility,

Julie, but not quite yet.

When you've had a little
more seasoning, yes, of course.

Ah, however, I do need
your invaluable assistance

in organizing the children's
party for this afternoon.

Oh, I would love it, Mr. Roarke!

I knew I could rely on
my favorite godchild.

Oh, you can! You
can, uh... Thanks!

She's a wonderful girl, Tattoo.

I do hope she'll be
able to stay with us.

Let's go.

Boss... -ROARKE: Hmm?

There's a lump on the grass.

That's no lump, Tattoo.

I had it created
especially for someone

who's coming up in the world.

You mean...

Yes, Tattoo, I
had it done for you.

Oh, boss, thank you so much.

Thank you.

Smiles, everyone. Smiles!

Ah, yes, Mr. Matt Kane.

Television sports analyst

and author of a very
successful newspaper column.

After years of helping
create sports heroes,

Mr. Kane's fantasy is to
become a sports hero himself.

For one weekend, he
wants to be a superstar

in a professional
basketball team.

But boss, all those guys
are 11 foot tall sitting down.

Nevertheless, Mr. Kane believes

that basketball stardom

is the only way he can win
the heart of the woman he loves.

Boss, can we do it?

Perhaps.

But Mr. Kane may learn
a cruel reality, Tattoo.

That love can be won and
lost in the very same moment.

Miss Helen Ross,
from Corsicana, Texas.

The guy with her
don't look too happy.

Well, that is quite
understandable.

His name is
Mr. Theodore Kingman,

and he has asked
Miss Ross to marry him.

But she has refused...
because of a shadow

which darkens her
life and which she fears

would doom their marriage.

You see, Miss Ross's
fantasy is to go back in time

to see again the young
man with whom she shared

an idyllic love affair
some eight years ago.

What happened to him?

Captain John Day was a military
officer for a foreign government

and reported missing in
action in a military operation.

By seeing him again, Miss
Ross desperately hopes

to test the romantic
passion they once shared

against the reality of her
present love for Mr. Kingman.

Well, that should be easy.

Something real
and in the present

against an old memory.

Ah, but it's more than
a mere memory, Tattoo.

It has grown in her mind over
the years to such an extent

that it threatens to destroy
her every chance for happiness.

My dear guests, I am
Mr. Roarke, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

If you only knew, Mr. Roarke,

how I feel about actually
seeing Johnny again.

Just...

Just to talk to him
one more time.

Oh, I do understand
your emotions, Miss Ross.

But I must warn you that time

does not stand
still for any of us.

There are always changes.

Yes, well...

Yes, for me I understand,
but for Johnny...

He's gonna be exactly
the way I remember him.

I mean, if I go back in time
eight years before he died.

You don't have to do that.

Tattoo is right, Miss Ross.

You will not be
going back in time.

Excuse me, Tattoo.

I won't? -ROARKE: No. You see,

uh, Captain John Day...

did not die.

He is, in fact,
living on an island

not far from here
at this very moment.

- Johnny is alive?
- Yes, Miss Ross.

No, that can't be!

He... he would have let me know!

He would have sent word to
me! I would have had a letter.

Nevertheless, it's true.

As for explanations, it's
better, even necessary,

that Captain Day
explain to you himself.

You will be taken to
the island where he is

as soon as you are ready.

I'm sorry.

I'll be ready to go.

I'm gonna see if
Mr. Kingman is ready.

Yes, Tattoo.

Oh, no. Wait a minute.

No, please.

I... I know that we discussed
Mr. Kingman going with me,

but under the
circumstances, I don't...

Please, I don't think
I can handle this.

Oh, believe me, Miss Ross,
you will find the courage.

Now, as for Mr. Kingman
accompanying you,

of course, that is
your final decision.

Well, I... I guess it would
be right for Ted to go.

But at this moment,
I'm very confused.

Have faith, Miss Ross.

Have faith that from the
heart's most troubled moments

comes the courage... and wisdom

with which to build
new happiness.

But... -Trust me.

Please trust me.

Good girl! Ginger, we love you.

We love you, Ginger, come on.

Come on, go on, go in.
Take him, Ginger, go on.

Don't let him get
away with that.

That's it, baby, go on.

Look at that!

Ginger, we love you!

All right, that's
enough foolin' around.

Ginger, go sit down and
let these guys practice.

Skylar, you're gonna have
to learn how to read a fake

better than that if you're
gonna make it in the NBA.

Come on, let's see
some sweat, you clowns.

Go get 'em, Sky.

- All right, guys!
- Okay, let's get 'em.

There you go! Come
on, let's go, let's go.

Ohh! Saved.

I was saved.

Ah, let's go!

- Mine went in.
- Whoo!

There's the woman I
love, Ginger Donovan.

Her father's Red
Donovan, the team coach.

So, she's been in big-time
basketball all her life.

Which makes you feel
that only a basketball star

would have a chance
to win her affections.

You saw her going
one-on-one with that big rookie,

Skyhook Skylar, like they
were made for each other.

I've got some nerve
falling for her, don't I?

She's almost a
foot taller than I am.

When it comes to love,

attitude is much more
ample than... than altitude.

I couldn't agree with
you more, Tattoo.

That's why I take on
the big sports stars

and cut 'em down
to size in my column.

I overdo it sometimes.

I try not to, but I...

I guess I resent being
on the outside looking in.

And if I give you
the ability to function

inside professional basketball,

do you truly believe
that will enable you

to win Ms. Donovan's heart?

Come on.

I can't answer that, Mr. Roarke.

I just know I love her,

and I'd do anything
to reach her.

Anything.

Tattoo?

Here now. Sink it.
Come on, sink it, man.

What's the big deal
about a pair of sneakers?

Oh, I assure you they
are unique, Mr. Kane.

They feel strange.

They are a device to assist you

in fulfilling your
fantasy, Mr. Kane.

But please remember
that no device

can assure love or happiness.

For such precious commodities,
each of us must look...

inwardly.

Well, if they help make Ginger

see me as a man worth
loving, they'll be perfect.

Thanks, Mr. Roarke.

Thanks a lot.

Go shoot 'em.

Hey, way to go! Hey!

Thank you.

Excuse me, can
you give us directions

to the Kulahana Hotel?

Follow the path there.

Thank you.

Helen, are you all right?

Ted, I don't think I've
ever... really told you

how much I appreciate you
being so understanding and...

and... and so very patient.

Well, I try, darling.

I have to admit, this
hasn't been easy.

I know.

I know.

I'm sorry.

But you do realize this
is something I have to do.

It's not just for
me. It is for us, too.

Maybe you'd
better get on with it.

Yes.

Come on...

Take it, take it!

- Come on!
- I got it, make a switch.

There you go. Yeah!

Takin' the shot.

- Ball's up!
- Throw it out again.

- Come on.
- Okay, be ready.

Oh, what's with you, Skylar?

That's a no percentage
shot from ten feet,

never mind the
middle of the court.

The rest of you clowns,
you're runnin' around

like a bunch of old
ladies with the gout.

Oh, no, this is not my day.

Hello, Red.

Hello, gentlemen.

Come on. -MAN 3: Yeah.

Come on. -Hi, Ginger.

Matt, what a surprise.

Listen, if you think you're
gonna do another story

on my team, you're crazy.

You can take that poison
pen and stick it in your ear.

Yeah! MAN 3: Yeah, huh!

Come on, Red, you
know the newspaper game.

They wouldn't print it if I
didn't pick on somebody.

I only go after guys
who can take it.

Uh-huh, well, today I don't
feel like takin' it, all right?

Now, if you'll excuse us.

Come on, you "athletes,"
it's time for a skull session.

If I can't teach you to move,
maybe I can teach you to think.

- Come on, come on.
- Wait a minute, Red.

- Ah, wait a minute.
- Red, wait a minute!

I want to try out for the team!
- Oh, come on.

Matt, Daddy doesn't have
much of a sense of humor today.

You ought to wait till
team practice improves

before you start kidding about
playing on the basketball team.

I'm not kidding, Ginger.

Oh, Matt, you're hysterical.

What about Skyhook Skylar?
You don't think he's hysterical.

No, but he's...

Well, Sky's...

Okay, look it, if you
think you can beat me,

I'll get Daddy to take a
look at you professionally.

Now you're talkin'.

I'll get my shoes on.

Ugh!

Ugh!

How'd you like the moves?

You were fantastic.

Especially for somebody so...

So, short, right?

Maybe I'm really Super
Shrimp in disguise.

Matt, I was going to say for
somebody so, non-athletic.

I mean, a guy of your
background, a writer?

Matt, how come every
time we begin to talk,

I feel as though you're
pushing me away?

What about Skyhook?
Does he push you away, too?

Thanks for the
basketball lesson.

Ginger?

Ginger?

Oh, boy.

There I go, snatching
defeat from the jaws of victory.

Ted, I think I'm afraid.

Do you want to give it up?

You know I can't do that.

All right.

For what it's worth, I
love you, now and forever.

Remember that.

Get up again, huh?

-Enough? -Enough.

Johnny?

Hi, Helen.

Johnny.

Looks like we both lose.

Uh-huh.

Opposing team got the rebound.

What are you
doing wrong, Skylar?

Uh, well, I just, you know,

I smothered the outlet
pass, and then I was...

No, no, no, no, you drift
back to avoid a mismatch.

That's not, uh, you know,

too complicated
for you, is it, son?

A... Oh, boy.

Sorry to interrupt your
little kindergarten, Red.

But I suppose Ginger told you

I'm ready for my
try-out with the team.

Uh, yeah, she said you
had a couple of moves, uh.

You... you really are
kiddin', aren't you?

No, I'm serious.

I want a chance to
show you I can play.

You won't regret it.

Well, no, I'm sure
I won't regret it, uh.

Well, all right, three
o'clock this afternoon,

you be on the
court, and we'll, uh,

we'll take it from there, hmm.

I hope nobody regrets it.

Hmm, -

I think Mr. Poison Pen

has finally, uh, just
taken one step too many.

He has been back-biting
and fault-finding us for years.

And now he's come
over into our camp,

and I want him humiliated.

But, Daddy, won't not making
the team be punishment enough?

Not near enough.

No, it's time he had a
taste of his own medicine.

Let's get some practice, guys.

I want you to clobber
that little shrimp

this afternoon. Come on.

- But Daddy, Matt could get hurt.
- Oh, come on, don't worry.

Take a shower and let's just...

Oh, what a day it's been.

That Ginger sure
is a wonderful girl.

I just wish she liked me as
much as she likes that Matt Kane.

How do you know she doesn't?

Ah, come on. I mean, look at me.

I'm a stork with,
uh, gym shoes on.

I see a very nice man, who
just happen to be very tall.

You mean, you're not gonna ask
me how the weather is up here?

No, not if you don't
ask me how it is

to look at knee
caps all day long.

I guess we kind of
have the same problem,

only in reverse, don't we?

We don't have a problem.

If people cannot see
us the way we really are,

well, they're the
one with the problem.

Yeah.

I just never looked
at it that way.

You make a lot of sense, Tattoo.

Oh, thank you.

Let's go see the game.

Let's go.

Johnny, what happened?

Why didn't you try to find me?

Why didn't you call
or write? Something.

Does that matter now?

Matter? It was eight years.

I lived with eight
years of torture.

-Of doubt, the pain. -I'm sorry.

It's a long story.

Well, I want to hear
it. I've gotta know.

You see, uh, a lot of
it, I still can't talk about.

It was a...

intelligence
operation, you know.

Secrecy vows and
all of that kind of thing.

Well, that's all
in the past, if...

You're here now, and so am I.

Johnny, it was eight
years out of our lives.

I know, I know.

I was captured.

I was held a
prisoner a long time.

A long, long time.

I don't like talking about that.

I finally escaped.

Well, when you escaped,

why didn't you have
someone get word to me?

Now, hey, hey, hold it.

There were reasons.

There's a lot of time
for all your questions.

What matters is now, right?

We've got each other again.

We've got today.

We've got tomorrow,
we've got the day after that.

It's not that simple.

You just don't understand.

Johnny, I have been true to you
and your memory for eight years.

There has never been
anybody else, never.

Not even that guy that
was with you at the hotel?

No.

His name is Ted Kingman,
and he... he wants to marry me.

Well, that's his problem.

I've got you back now.

It's not that simple!
And when you escaped,

why didn't you try
to find me? Tell me.

Hey, look at it my way,
will you? I was locked up.

Time went by, years.

There was no future.
There was no anything.

I guess...

I just gave up any
dreams about you...

or any other woman.

Oh, Johnny.

Johnny.

Liar!

- Mara, stop it!
- Say I'm not a woman, huh?

Just shut up! Hey! Oh!

Oh! Wait.

Oh, here.

Oh, forgive me,
baby. I... I love you.

Well, I told my guys
not to hold back, Kane.

You could get stomped on.

If you want to back out,
now's the time to say so.

Matt! Matt, be careful!

Let's play ball.

Oh, come on, over here.
That's good, move it over here.

All right, all right.
Over here, over here.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Take it easy, take it easy.

- Okay, come on now. Let's go.
- All right!

Hey, come on, now.

Over here, over
here. Come on, now.

Come on now. He's really good.

Hey, hey...

Come on, now, let's go.

Hey!

Well, Matt, I want to apologize.

I... I take back everything
I ever said about you.

Everything I ever
thought about you.

That was the best exhibition
of basketball knowledge

and execution that
I have ever seen.

So, does this mean
I made the team?

Well, uh, not exactly.

You see, if I take
somebody on the squad,

I gotta throw
somebody off the squad.

Uh, the big man there is
the only rookie... we got.

Wait a second, Coach.
You can't cut me!

Simmer down, will you?
I'm not gonna cut you.

That's for you and Kane to
decide, who stays, who goes.

Tomorrow.

All right, you clowns,
take a shower.

A long one.

Sky?

Don't give up on yourself.

Come on.

I've done a lot of thinking
in the past hour, Mr. Roarke.

My love for her,
and her love for me.

Our future together.

Till now, I've had to
fight a shadow, a ghost.

But all that's changed now.

What do you intend to do?

Go back and fight
for the woman I love.

Most commendable, Mr. Kingman.

But remember
this, beyond action,

one also needs a very
special kind of understanding.

An understanding
that all things or people

are not necessarily
as they may seem.

And that change is inevitable,

even as it was in
the Garden of Eden.

Well, I don't want to win
by some kind of default,

Mr. Roarke, if that's
what you're saying.

I want to win
because she loves me.

That is not what I was
saying, Mr. Kingman.

Go, fight for your
woman. Fight for her.

But do so with understanding...

and true love.

For she will need them both.

I have the feeling you're
trying to tell me something,

and I'm missing it.
That I don't understand.

But you will,
Mr. Kingman, you will.

I promise you.

Thank you.

What did you think
of my playing today?

It was even better than
I was with you, wasn't it?

Yes, Matt, you should be
very pleased with yourself.

I didn't do it for
myself, I did it for you.

I wanted to show you I
could make it in your world,

'cause I love you.

But, Matt, why didn't
you ever say that before?

You would have
laughed in my face.

No, first I would have
had to stand in a chair,

then you would have
laughed in my face.

I mean, those guys you
hang out with are giraffes.

What would you want with a yappy

little Schnauzer like me?

Matt, remember the
times we talked about art,

music, and poetry while
the team was on the road?

Why do you think I did that?

You were probably lonely,
so, you had to put up with me.

Well, I can play with
the big boys now,

so, you won't have to
make allowances anymore.

Ginger, I want to marry you.

You know...

for a smart man, you
don't understand anything.

Not about yourself,

and definitely not about
me or the way I am.

Oh, Matt.

Ginger?

Ginger, I love you!

Why do you keep
walking away from me?

Hey...

Whoa-ho!

Whoo!

Whoo-hoo!

Whoo-hoo!

Johnny, please.
Can't we talk now?

Of course we'll talk. This
party's for us, sweetheart.

These are my friends.
Enjoy yourself, come on.

No, I... I don't want any.

Come on, follow me, let's go.

-No. -Come on, come on!

- Come on, come on.
- No, I don't want to.

Do-do-do-do-do-do.
Just follow me, honey,

and let yourself go.

- I... I can't. I don't know how.
- Then I'll teach you. Come on.

Johnny, please.
This isn't for us.

It's what I want.

It's the life I've chosen.
Do you understand?

It is my life.

What went wrong?

Nothing went wrong, Mr. Kane.

Your fantasy's proceeding in
a totally predictable manner.

Wrong. I don't love basketball.

I love Ginger Donovan!

Now I probably lost her to
some jock like Skyhook Skylar.

I bet she's been crazy
about him all along.

You know, it's odd that you
should mention Mr. Skylar.

He happens to be visiting
Tattoo at this very moment.

Look, Sky.

And that make us
very, very special, see?

I've got nothing to say to him.

I don't want you to
talk. I want you to listen.

Not as a reporter waiting
to hear a quotable remark.

This time I want you to listen
with your heart, Mr. Kane.

You sure that
canvas is big enough

to get all of me on it?

No sweat. The hardest
part is to put your soul into it.

But that's what an
artist have to do.

Yeah, I guess soul's
important, all right.

But I'm more concerned
with playing basketball

the best that I can.

Basketball players and
painters have special gift.

And if you don't have a
soul, you cannot make it.

So, the bottom line is,

you have to know who
you are as a person, see?

Yeah, I was just never
too thrilled at who I am.

I mean, that's
why being a... a...

A star athlete is
so important to me.

It makes me more than who I am.

Like the boss say,

"We should love ourselves,
because God is in each of us."

And that's why we are very,
very special person, see?

You have to believe in yourself.

I've been a fool.

If Ginger could love me,

it's gotta be for the me
behind the typewriter,

not the basketball whiz
I've been trying to be.

Anything else would be a lie.

She'd be better off with Skylar.

You still assume she loves
him because he's tall and athletic.

Well, Mr. Kane, you
are not the first man

to refuse to accept the truth...

because he cannot
accept himself.

I know what I have to do.

Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

Just a minute.

Forgive me for intruding
so late, Miss Ross.

Oh, it's all right.

- Come in, Mr. Roarke.
- Thank you.

I wanted to see you
before Mr. Kingman arrives.

He's on his way
here now by boat.

Ted? No, no, please! I
can't see him! Not yet.

You are obviously distressed.

Hasn't your fantasy
gone as you expected?

Oh, Mr. Roarke,
if you only knew.

You have found that there
have, indeed, been changes, huh?

Changes? Yes.

So many things I
don't understand.

So many answers
I want from Johnny,

and he won't even explain,
he won't even talk to me.

Well, what would you have
him talk about, Miss Ross?

Of young and romantic love?

Of love which comes at
first sight between strangers?

Love which is love
for its own sake?

Quick and easy, without
question or judgment?

-Is that wrong? -No.

But that kind of love is
so primitive, Miss Ross.

That is the love that was shared
by the creatures of the woods

and the jungles, when
the world was young.

In the days when man found
the soul a troublesome thing.

Something to be...
ignored, suppressed.

-Soul? -Oh, of course.

Love, to endure,
must also have a soul.

An essence, a reality.

I've kept our love alive,

very real, all of these years.

Perhaps you have sustained
only a tender memory

of a wonderful... although
primitive, moment.

But only a moment, after all.

No, it was fate that
separated us and cheated us.

Our love would
have grown together.

I'm sure of it.

The tragedy of such love...

love of passion only...

is not separation.

Or even death, Miss Ross.

It is time.

And time can bring
indifference. That is a tragedy.

But indifference is
something you will never

suffer with Mr. Kingman.

I've been thinking
a lot about Ted...

this evening, and...

Don't you see?

If I don't get these
questions answered

and talk to Johnny, no
matter what the answer is,

nothing will ever
be right for us.

Then...

you must, indeed, talk to him.

Do you think you could find
him before Ted gets here?

I will send Captain Day
to you in the morning.

He will meet you, uh,
in the bar next door.

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

- Good night, Miss Ross.
- Good night.

Hello, Johnny.

Boy, do I need a pick-me-up.

There, that's better.

What do you see, sweetheart?

A God-like youth
that used to be?

Ah, wasn't there a poet
or somebody that said, uh,

"Man is actually
a God in ruins?"

He must have had me in mind.

Johnny...

all those questions I
wanted you to answer and...

all those things that
I wanted to talk out.

May... maybe I was
wrong about that.

I don't mind talking.

Maybe they're just
not all that important.

Oh...

Maybe not today,
maybe not even tomorrow,

but sooner or later, every
woman I've ever known

wants to know the
truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the
truth, so help her God.

Okay, now you said you
wanted to know the truth.

Well, why not?

Why not?

Why not start
from the beginning?

That so-called mission.

You know what really happened?

I deserted, baby.

I chickened out.

Some people call
it being a coward.

And I've been on
the run ever since.

That's why I'm hiding out

in a backwater
dump, like this island.

All I ever really cared
about was that you loved me.

No, I'm just not getting
through to you, am I?

Don't you hear what
I'm trying to say, Helen?

No, you'll have to make it
very clear to me, Johnny!

- Okay, I guess I owe you that.
- Yes!

You asked me a
question yesterday,

"Why didn't I try to
find you?" Remember?

- Yes.
- The reason was simple enough.

I didn't want to!

Why not?

I'm just not the kind of a guy
who ever made a commitment.

Not to himself, not to his
country, and not to you.

Johnny, everybody
makes a commitment

to something or
somebody, sometime.

Oh, yeah, in a way, yeah, sure.

I made mine to a fast buck.

Women, in general.
You know what I mean.

For a while, I kidded myself
that what I couldn't take

was seeing the
woman I love getting old.

But I knew that
wasn't the real reason.

What is the real reason?

I just didn't want the
experience of looking at her.

Even you, Helen.
Knowing that this woman

I once couldn't
bear out of my sight

just didn't matter
to me anymore.

That I didn't give a damn
whether I ever saw her again.

And that's the real...

truth.

Sorry, sweetheart.

Well...

Thank you.

At last.

Kane! Come on, let's do it.

Be right there. I have
to put on my shoes.

Now, listen, I know how much
this means to both you guys,

so, I told the rest of the
team to stay in the locker room

till we make a decision, hmm?

Okay, big man, take it
out whenever you're ready.

Good luck, Sky,
you're a great player,

and you got a brilliant
career in the league.

Good luck to you, too, Mr. Kane.

Ugh!

Hey, wait a minute. What's
goin' on here, anyway?

What, are you doggin' it, Kane?

Where are all those fancy moves

you were layin' on
everybody yesterday?

Fresh out of moves, Red.

What you see is all there is.

Sky's the man you want.

I don't need charity, Kane,

if that's what
this is all about.

It's not charity, Sky.

It's called
tellin' it like it is.

I wrote it up and taped
it for my next TV show.

Look and listen.

Dateline, Kane's Corner.

The shortest career in NBA
just came to an unlamented halt

when yours truly, Matthew Kane,

was beaten out
for a starting berth

on the Top Hatters
by Al "Skyhook" Skylar.

Although Kane had
a few nifty moves,

Skylar really had the
qualities the game needs...

Talent, class, and a heart
bigger than his contract.

Also, Skylar has guts, a
commodity Kane lacks...

or he would have long
ago pulled himself up

to his full height, five
two and one quarter,

and told one Ginger Donovan

that he sees her face
in his every thought,

and that he's had the
audacity to love her

even though
they're worlds apart.

Matt, wait!

Matt, don't you know that's
all I ever wanted to hear?

It's not about basketball
and height and all that stuff.

Just that you needed
me, that you wanted me.

You must hurry, Captain.

I don't know how you
managed to get here

ahead of me, Mr. Roarke.

I'm sorry, but I have
to do this my own way.

If you want Helen, you're
gonna to have to fight for her,

Captain, starting right now.

Mr. Kingman, please.

I'm not very good
at this sort of thing,

so, you'll probably
take me apart, but...

No, that's enough!

That's enough! That's enough.

Now...

So, that we all understand
what this is all about...

listen to me.

At first, I thank you all
for accepting your roles

and playing them so
well, without question.

But it would be unfair for
you not to know the truth.

Especially you, Mr. Kingman.

Eight years ago,
Captain John Day

deserted a military mission

and stole a great deal of
money from a foreign power.

A guard was killed, and
Captain Day was caught.

He's serving a life sentence
without chance of parole.

But he's here. How can that be?

I have certain
influence, Mr. Kingman.

When I told Captain Day
of Miss Ross's fantasy,

he agreed to cooperate,

and I arranged for a
weekend of freedom.

To do what?

To set a woman
free, Mr. Kingman.

To convince Miss Ross that
the romance she has clung to

is in itself merely a
fantasy created in her mind

by time and mystery...

and an unkind fate.

Captain Day and
my friends here...

have acted out a drama

upon which the final
curtain has fallen.

Captain Day has
just sent away forever

the only woman
he has ever loved.

You pack a pretty good punch.

Good luck.

We can't thank you both
enough, Mr. Roarke, Tattoo.

We'll never forget
what you've done for us.

-Thank you. -Never.

-Bye. -Goodbye.

-Bye, thanks! -Bye.

Ah, Mr. Roarke, I
wanna thank you.

Can't tell you what
these, uh, tropical breezes

have done for the
benefit of the team.

Well, I'm delighted.

Nothing did as good as
the talks I had with Tattoo.

- Thanks, little buddy.
- You're welcome.

- Come on, big man.
- Goodbye.

You seem very
pleased, my friend.

You know, boss, once in a while,

it's very nice to find out
what... what a big man I am.

Indeed.

Bye.

-Miss Ross. -Thank you.

-Mr. Kingman. -Leaving so soon?

We have a lot of wedding
plans to complete, Tattoo.

Indeed? Well, my heartiest
congratulations to you both.

Thank you.

You knew this would
happen all the time,

didn't you, Mr. Roarke?

I remember your little
speech about wisdom,

faith, and courage.

-And happiness. -Ah, yes.

Happiness above all. Thank you.

Goodbye, Tattoo.

- Thank you.
- Bye, Mr. Kingman.

Boss, Miss Ross will
never know the truth

about Captain
Day, will she, boss?

No, no, Tattoo.

Except a very
special kind of truth.

Perhaps a truth that
gives without taking.

A truth that will bless every
remaining day of her life.

That sounds more
like love to me.

How wise you have
become, my friend.

How wise, indeed.