All language subtitles for Fantasy.Island.1977.S06E01.Curse.of.the.Moreaus-My.Man.Friday.720p.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-squalor_track3_[eng]

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[BELL TOLLING]

The plane! The plane!

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

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

-[GIRLS GIGGLING] -ROARKE: Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

[CALYPSO MUSIC PLAYING]

Wow, boss, who is the dish?

Dish. The lady is Ms. Linda Whitney.

She works for Fresh Magic Cosmetics.

TATTOO: Is she a model?

-ROARKE: She's a secretary. -TATTOO: What's her fantasy?

Ms. Whitney's tired of the injustices

her occupation often forces her to endure.

Her fantasy is to become the boss.

I know the feeling.

Then perhaps you too have something to learn.

TATTOO: That guy don't look too happy.

ROARKE: He has reason not to be, Tattoo.

Now, that's Mr. Jesse Moreau. The lady is his wife, Kathy.

TATTOO: She looks happy enough.

Yes, Mrs. Moreau thinks they're on vacation.

Her husband loves her too much to tell her

the real reason they're here.

Hmm, sounds scary.

ROARKE: It's more than scary, my friend.

Mr. Moreau is a victim of a recurring

and terrifying dream.

His fantasy is to be rid of his nightmare forever.

What does he dream?

That he murders... his wife.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

ROARKE: This Fresh Magic Cosmetics ad

is excellent, Ms. Whitney, excellent.

Thank you. My boss got a raise

and a promotion for that ad.

TATTOO: But you told me that you did the ad.

That's just it, I did.

Mr. Roarke, I've been a secretary

with Fresh Magic Cosmetics for 15 years now.

I know that company inside and out.

I've got great ideas, great ones!

But do I get the credit? No.

Do I get a promotion? No. Do I get overexcited? You bet.

I admire your enthusiasm, Ms. Whitney.

And I believe we can do something

to relieve your frustration.

Do you think you could prove your ability

-in, say... two days? -Absolutely.

ROARKE: Now, I admire your confidence.

Uh, how does Vice President in charge

of advertising and publicity sound to you, huh?

Too good to be true. How?

The president of the conglomerate

that owns Fresh Magic Cosmetics

is an old and dear friend of mine.

I told him about your fantasy. And he's agreed

to let you demonstrate what you can do.

You mean, I don't have to type anymore

or take dictation or smile?

Of course not, you're an executive now.

That's right.

I'm going to be great.

I will be decisive but fair.

I will be tough but gentle. I will be cre--

I only have two days to prove myself?

Two days.

To make you feel more at home,

we've moved your office to Fantasy Island.

Good luck, Ms. Whitney.

-[PHONES RINGING] -[TYPEWRITERS CLACKING]

[PHONE RINGING]

Linda, I just heard about your promotion.

Congratulations.

-Oh, thanks, Terry. -Mr. Turner needs you

to go over these layouts, you have a meeting at four.

Uh...

ROXANNE: Well, well, well... [CHUCKLES]

You finally made it out of the typing pool.

Hi, Roxanne.

Why you and not me? That's what I'd like to know.

Well, I have been at Fresh Magic a long time.

True. I keep forgetting our age difference. [CHUCKLES]

-Well, congrats! Hey! [LAUGHS] -Oh. [CHUCKLES]

-I just hope you can handle it. -A desk would help.

Follow me.

It's all yours.

[CHUCKLES] Don't get too hysterical,

that lettering washes off with water.

Roxanne...

in a couple of days, it will be carved in stone.

[MAN LAUGHING MANIACALLY]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

-Oh, Mr. Roarke, please come in. -Thank you, Mrs. Moreau.

I was expecting your husband to stop by my office.

-Is he here? -Well, believe it or not,

he's taking a nap.

He hasn't been sleeping very well

the past couple of weeks.

Yes, he did mention that difficulty to me

when he made arrangements for your visit.

-Oh, did he? -Yes.

Well... Well, you know he--

He won't even discuss it with me.

-[LAUGHING MANIACALLY] -KATHY: Jesse!

Kathy, no!

-[SIGHS] -[GASPS]

Oh, Jesse, oh, Jesse, darling, you're awake now.

-It's okay. -[JESSE BREATHING HEAVILY]

Perhaps it's time you told your wife

the truth, Mr. Moreau.

JESSE: I don't have a lot of bad dreams, Kathy.

I just have one.

I keep dreaming over and over again

that I'm...

That I'm trying to kill you.

Oh, darling, well, that's-- That's just a silly dream.

Unfortunately, it's more than that, Mrs. Moreau.

Your husband's grandfather and great-grandfather

also had such dreams...

and each resulted in tragedy.

-You don't mean that they-- -At exactly

one minute past midnight on their 50th birthdays,

each of your husband's ancestors...

murdered their wives.

Oh, my God.

Try to understand, Kathy, that tomorrow is my birthday.

Oh, darling...

W-- Well, it's still just a dream.

I mean, it's a coincidence.

But, Jesse, your mother is still alive.

My father was killed in an automobile accident

when he was 38, don't you remember?

Jesse...

Jesse, you love me, and I love you.

Why, that's stronger than any family curse

or whatever you think this is.

I used to think that way, but my nightmare

is so real that I-- I can't take that chance, Kathy.

It was the wives that were murdered.

-If I divorce Kathy today... -[GASPS]

...she'd be safe.

Now, you can help us out, Mr. Roarke.

You know as well as I do,

there is much, much more to marriage

than mere words on a paper or the subterfuge

of a convenient divorce, Mr. Moreau.

Then what can we do?

Your problem originated in a country house

just outside Marseille, where your ancestors lived.

I'm afraid, Mr. Moreau, to reach the end you desire,

it will be necessary to start at the beginning.

You mean you want us to go to that house in France?

No, no. Here on Fantasy Island,

the house will exist exactly, exactly...

as it was in the past.

But only for the duration of your fantasy.

When you are ready...

all you have to do is go through that door

and follow the pathway to find it.

Is this the only way, Mr. Roarke?

I assure you it is.

I must also warn you the only weapon

you'll take with you is your love for each other.

Guard it well, Mr. and Mrs. Moreau.

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

-[PHONE BUZZING] -LINDA: Hello.

Yes, I am looking at them right now.

They are much improved, and I love it.

-[PHONE BUZZING] -LINDA: You bet.

-Could you hold on a sec? -[PHONE BUZZING]

Thank you.

Hello? Yes, Mr. Norton.

-[PHONE BUZZING] -May I call you back?

-Thank you. -[PHONE BUZZING]

-Hold on. David, thank you... -[PHONE BUZZING]

...very much.

[PHONE BUZZING]

Roxanne, I have got to have a secretary, please.

Could you tell personnel to speed it up a little bit?

Thank you.

How did Rosalind Russell do it?

Linda, sweetheart, I heard about your promotion.

I want you to know I'm absolutely tickled.

I know I've lost the best secretary

a guy could ever have, but, hey!

This way, we can visit in the executive washroom,

huh, huh? [LAUGHS]

Hey, your sink or mine, huh? How much are they paying you?

That's none of your business, Mr. Turner.

-I mean, Ed. -Oh, that little, huh?

I've got a lot of work to do.

ED: Oh, temper, temper.

You have no reason to be mad at me.

I mean, when I heard about your promotion,

-I was just plain-- -Tickled.

-Right. And do you know why? -You lost your mind?

Funny.

No, I think you're gonna prove a theory of mine right.

-Yes? -Well, basically,

it's that a woman just can't cut it

-as an executive. -Oh, really?

Yeah. Well, I mean,

you ladies are good for one or two things.

Like thinking up ideas

that our boss takes the credit for.

Yeah, like falling on your cute little--

Busy, Ed, I'm very busy.

It's all right. I was just leaving.

It's all right. [CHUCKLES]

I just wanted to let you know that I know all about this.

This whole setup is just temporary.

You've got only two days to prove yourself.

-So? -ED: So I'm holding

your job open for you.

-You're going to need it. -You know something, Ed--

-[KNOCKING ON DOOR] -Come in.

-Ms. Whitney. -Yes?

I'm Jack Friday, your new secretary.

[CHUCKLES] Some secretary, huh, sweetheart?

[WHISTLES, LAUGHS]

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Time is running out! [LAUGHING]

[SCOFFS]

LINDA: George, can we take the camera off the tripod

and get a few on your knees down in there

as close as possible? Thank you.

Okay, remember, crazy, wild, hot.

Keep moving, never stop, keep in constant motion.

[SIGHS] Come on.

-Mr. Friday? -Just plain "Jack" will do.

Jack, uh, I don't know if we can move this out right.

What's the matter, am I too tall?

Too hairy. [CHUCKLES]

I'm not prejudiced. I'm looking forward

-to working for you. -You are?

Yeah. I mean, women who have attained

your level of success have worked hard to get there.

They tend to have their priorities straight

and are generally more compassionate

and understanding than their male counterparts.

[SHUTTER CLICKS]

They also have better legs.

When did you decide to become a secretary?

Uh, about three months ago

when my unemployment benefits ran out.

-And what was your prior job? -Aeronautics engineer.

I worked for a company that designed jetliners.

Guess whose company went under

when the recession hit the big airlines?

-Yours. -Yeah.

But guess who spent his last 500 bucks

going to secretarial school so he wouldn't starve

waiting for it to all be over.

-You. -JACK: That's right.

And I got straight As all the way through.

I type 80 words a minute, and I take shorthand at 120.

Make a note.

-Hire that man, Friday. -Thanks, boss.

Well, well, well!

-The odd couple. -You mean you and you, Ed?

Oh, how sad.

Only a few hours, and already

you're starting to crack under the pressure.

-Are you kidding? -I'll handle this.

-Are you kidding? -I've never been more serious.

Linda, you're playing in the big leagues now.

You've got to be ready

to field anything they throw at you.

-I'm ready. -You've got to be willing

to do anything to get the job done.

-I'm willing. -ED: Oh, yeah?

You're willing to do anything to get

Vito Orsati's endorsement.

Vito Orsati, the-- The clothes designer.

-Vito Orsati, the letch. -ED: An important letch.

We need his endorsement for our new line of fragrances.

Remember?

Ed, the whole celebrity endorsement campaign

was my idea. Remember?

Tell that to Vito at lunch.

-Lunch? -Right. [CHUCKLES]

Oh, by the way,

Vito likes women to be nice to him.

You're ready to be nice, Linda?

[CHUCKLES]

Her, now.

Lunch with Vito.

[SQUEAKS]

JESSE: Oh, great, the kitchen.

How appetizing.

-[KATHY SCREAMS] -[SQUEAKING]

Oh, God.

Oh, so much for the grand tour.

Seventeen rooms full of rats and dust.

Charming.

I never promised you a honeymoon, darling.

[CHUCKLES]

KATHY: How strange, a red rose.

Oh! [GROANS]

Mm, a thorn.

Direct-pressure first aid, that's what's in order.

[CHUCKLES]

Shouldn't you be applying that pressure to my thumb?

I was working my way on down.

[CHUCKLES]

-[KATHY GASPS] -Who are you?

Well, I be Hogarth, Master Jesse.

How do you know my name?

Well, I be part of your past

as well as part of your future, sir.

The hell you are. Now, what are you doing here?

Why, I be cutting off the head of the little chickens, sir.

[LAUGHING MANIACALLY]

Jesse!

I preparin' to feed you guests.

Oh, it gonna be a grand party tonight, don't you know?

Your birthday party, sir.

[STAMMERS]

Who are you? The-- The caretaker? Who?

Ah, missy, yes.

I take great care, great care.

Get out of here with that thing.

As you wish, sir. I go back to my little chicken.

Oh, if you need me, Master Jesse...

I'll be close by.

Close by.

That you can be assured, Master Jesse.

[LAUGHING MANIACALLY]

KATHY: Come on.

[SIZZLING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

-LINDA: Mr. Orsati. -Si.

I'm Linda Whitney.

I am honored. No, no, no, no, no, I am blessed.

[CHUCKLES]

Please sit down.

Would you like some sake?

Allow me.

-Mr. Orsati. -Si.

This is the ad that we would like to use

to introduce your endorsement of our new cologne.

[CLEARS THROAT] "The Orsati Odor...

from the Fresh Magic Fragrance."

-I like it. -We like it, too, Mr. Orsati.

Ah, you insult me.

-Call me Vito. -Vito, are we in business?

[SCOFFS]

We are in a beautiful restaurant.

It's a beautiful day.

You are a beautiful woman.

I am a beautiful man, no?

-[LAUGHS] -Yes.

Who wants to talk about business?

I thought that's why we were here.

I don't think so.

See, uh, you chose this particular restaurant

for a reason, no?

No-- Yes, yes, I have a house charge here.

[CHUCKLES]

No, no, no, no, I mean, the setting, you know?

It is so romantic... so seductive, so--

So why don't you look at the contract?

[SIGHS]

How can I look at the contract when I'm looking at you?

-I could move to another table. -[CHUCKLES]

Admit it, Linda...

you want me as much as I want you.

-Yes, Vito, I do want you. -Ah.

I really do.

I want you to represent Fresh Magic Fragrances.

Forget this Fresh Magic, please. I--

I am a business woman, Mr. Orsati.

So?

You scratch my back...

I scratch yours.

You mean literally?

Why not?

You will get your endorsement and...

I would get lucky.

It's quite fair. Now, you tell me I'm wrong. Huh?

You're wrong.

I couldn't do it. I just couldn't do it.

-Sacrifice your integrity? -Sacrifice my body.

What am I? A piece of meat?

JACK: Well, of course not.

But, unfortunately, there are a lot of

insecure men out there who try to assert themselves

by manipulating women...

something which you refuse to permit.

Linda, Linda, Linda, tough break, kid.

Oh! You really blew it with Orsati.

And it only took you one day to fail.

It would only take me one minute to put your lights out.

-You're fired. -You can't fire him, Ed,

he's my secretary.

ED: You're not going to have any secretary

if you don't pull yourself out of this slump.

I'm not worried about it.

Right.

Well, it's your hobby to pace.

Now, listen, I am meeting

with Johana Holand this afternoon.

I know.

Well, I think an endorsement from a major motion picture star

more than makes up for Vito Orsati.

Oh, it will, it will. There's only one catch, though.

What makes you think you'll get it?

Why shouldn't I?

But you're a woman.

That's 0 for 2, Linda.

[MOUTHS]

[PHONE RINGING]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[WIND WHISTLING]

[LAUGHTER IN DISTANCE]

[MANIACAL LAUGHTER]

[MANIACAL LAUGHTER]

[MANIACAL LAUGHTER]

[FLOORBOARD CREAKING]

-[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING] -[FLOORBOARD CREAKING]

[SCREAMS]

Forgive me for startling you, Mrs. Moreau.

[BREATHES HEAVILY] In this case, Mr. Roarke, it's a pleasure.

-Where is your husband? -He's sleeping, I just left him.

Mr. Roarke...

I heard-- I heard music...

and strange voices,

-and men laughing. -Yes.

I've discovered something which you both should know.

The curse that plagues your husband's family

began long ago with a man named...

-Jacques-Pierre Moreau. -Who was he?

A very wealthy, very cruel aristocrat

who derived great pleasure from violence.

Legend has it he killed his wife

in celebration of his 50th birthday.

How horrible.

The evil he generated permeates

the floors and walls of this house...

as did the blood of his murdered wife.

You must tell your husband what he faces.

Yes.

Oh, yes, I will.

-[MANIACAL LAUGHTER] -[SCREAMS]

Did you hear that, Mr. Roarke?

Mr. Roarke?

[WIND WHISTLING]

[SCREAMS]

[GASPS]

[PANTS]

[PANTS, WHIMPERS]

[ALL LAUGHING]

[LAUGHTER, INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[INDISTINCT WHISPERING]

MAN: Shh.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[INAUDIBLE]

[DOOR CREAKS]

[PHONE RINGING]

Here we are, Ms. Whitney. Where do you want me to park?

Right there will be fine.

Ernest, I'd like you to meet Johana Holand.

So would I.

I am Johana Holand.

Oh, right.

I-- I've seen all your films!

And they're so wonderfully, uh, uh...

-dirty. -[DOG WHIMPERS]

Ernest, why don't you let Ms. Holand

smell the perfume you've created?

We'd like to call it Essence of Johana.

Wow, that's vivid.

-[EXHALES] So is that. -[GROWLS]

Honey doesn't like it.

-Honey doesn't have to wear it. -How do you like it, Ms. Holand?

Well, Ms. Whitney, I think it's very nice, but--

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

I'm sorry to interrupt, but your son's on the phone.

He needs to know right away if it's okay to sleep over

at Jeff's tonight. I love sleep-over dates.

-[DOG GROWLING] -Uh, Johana Holand, Jack Friday.

-I'm a big fan. -Oh, you certainly are.

Heavy dynamics happening here.

Uh, Jack, you may tell my son that that's fine.

-Thank you. -Oh, right.

Very nice to meet you.

-Well, what do you think? -I like him.

-I mean about the perfume. -Oh.

Well, well, to tell you the truth, Ms. Whitney,

perfume bores me to tears.

I'm more interested in, uh... other things.

Does that mean we're not going to get

-your endorsement? -Oh, I didn't say that.

I might be persuaded.

-What can I do? -Nothing.

But your Mr. Friday

might be able to accomplish a great deal.

My apartment, eight o'clock tonight.

Oh, and tell him not to dress.

[SIGHS]

KATHY: When those men saw me

it was almost-- It was almost as if they were expecting me.

I know they can't exist. But I know they do!

Oh, please, please, Jesse, believe me!

Kathy, I do, I do, but--

We don't stand a chance against them!

Oh, please, please, Jesse, let's get out of here!

Kathy, listen to me, we've got to whip this thing.

Mr. Roarke said that our love was our weapon.

Against what? Mr. Roarke also said that this--

This house is-- Is filled with an evil

so strong it's lasted for centuries!

-Oh, honey-- -Oh, please, Jesse,

-please, let's get out of here! -Okay, okay!

JESSE: Ah, it's locked.

Hey, there's-- There's a back door in the kitchen.

[JESSE GRUNTS]

-Damn it. -Damn it!

Let's try that window.

Stand back.

[WHIMPERS, GASPS]

-Jesse, why won't it break? -Let's go! Come on.

Oh, Linda, sweetheart, what are you doing here?

Hiding?

Actually, Ed, I'm working. What are you doing?

-Gloating? -Well, do you blame me?

I hear Johana Holand came and went without you

getting her endorsement.

-That can mean only one thing. -What does that mean, Ed?

Better start practicing your typing.

You're gonna be calling me Mr. Turner again

any minute now.

-Don't hold your breath. -[INHALES]

Ed, I'm gonna get that endorsement

no matter what I have to do.

-You buzzed. -Yes, Jack, have a seat.

Uh, Jack, I would like to discuss something with you.

Actually, I'd like to ask you something.

Would it be possible-- Well, would you be comfortable

with the idea of, um...

-Is this a proposal? -More like a proposition.

-[GASPS] Oh. -Jack, ideally a relationship

between a boss and a secretary is like family, like--

-Mother and son. -Or brother and sister.

Do you get what I'm driving at?

-Well, they should be close. -Close, yes, and loyal.

-Devoted. -Devoted.

Exactly, they would do anything for each other.

Right, absolutely anything.

Which is why I want you to do anything with Johana Holand.

-What? -You are the only one

she will give her endorsement to, tonight.

Don't dress.

You'd ask this of your son, your own son?

-Brother. -Jack, listen, I am desperate.

If I don't get this endorsement, I will lose my job,

which consequently means

that you will lose yours as well.

[JACK SIGHS]

-Okay. -Oh, Jack,

I will do anything to make this up to you.

A three-week vacation, a raise.

Whatever you want, you've got it.

Sure.

Just answer me one question.

What am I? A piece of meat?

[SCOFFS] Not a pretty picture.

This house will never let us out.

JESSE: There's about an hour of daylight left.

I swear, Kathy, I'll find a way.

I'm coming with you!

No, no, you lock the door as soon as I leave.

Don't let anyone in, anyone.

Oh, I love you, Kathy.

[WIND WHISTLING]

[LOCK CLICKS]

-[THUDDING] -[DOOR CREAKS]

Oh, it's going to be a fine party tonight,

Master Jesse.

And if you and the missus decide to dine in,

going to be wonderful indeed.

-Yes, sir. -Stop it!

Pick it up, Master Jesse.

That's right.

Jacques-Pierre's missus, she wants revenge.

She going to have it, too.

That's right, now...

nice, clean chops,

up and down.

Up and down. That's it, Jesse.

Jacques-Pierre's missus, she see your wife,

and she says she's got to wait 'til midnight.

-[BREATHES HEAVILY] -Wait for midnight, Jesse.

-Midnight, Jesse. That's it. -[GRUNTS]

We all wait for midnight, Jesse.

-That's it, up and down! -[GRUNTS]

Up and down, Jesse!

-Up and down! -[GRUNTS]

Harder, Jesse, harder Jesse.

That's it, up and down.

[BOTH LAUGHING MANIACALLY]

Up and down, Jesse, up and down...

Going down?

I think I'm all already about as low as I can get.

You're not enjoying your fantasy, Ms. Whitney?

Oh-- Oh, yes, it's-- It's, uh... wonderful.

It's great.

Her words and her face don't match.

Just what seems to be your problem?

I'm turning into an Ed Turner.

Oh, no.

What's an Ed Turner?

He used to be my boss, and a lousy one.

I promised myself that if I ever got the chance,

I'd be different.

Now I find that I'm treating my secretary

the way Ed Turner used to try to treat me.

Well, you know, Ms. Whitney, perhaps you're only doing

what you have to do to be a success.

You mean being venal and rotten and corrupt?

Oh, there are those who believe those qualities

are a business person's best weapon.

Uh, you've heard of "looking out for number one,"

haven't you?

Yes, I have. And I think it stinks.

I don't think any amount of success is worth

sacrificing your integrity.

-I'm getting off, Tattoo. -Where are you going?

To save my integrity, and my secretary.

-Good work, boss. -Thank you, Tattoo.

[CORK POPS]

Who's the third glass for?

Uh, my dog loves the bubbly.

Of course, why didn't I think of that?

Well...

here's to Essence of Johana

and a highly successful business relationship.

Ah... [CHUCKLES] No, no, no, no.

Later.

-All right. -Here's to us...

and a highly superficial evening.

Jack.

Hi, boss.

Talk about your bad timing.

-You mean I'm too late? -No, you're too early.

Good, then there's still time to save you.

-From what? -From you.

[SCOFFS] Somehow I never thought of myself

-as a fate worse than death. -[CHUCKLES] Neither did I.

Well, you see, the point is that Jack here

is not a piece of meat.

And I don't have the right to offer him

in exchange for an endorsement.

Uh, besides,

that's not the kind of businesswoman

I want to be.

Anyway, this perfume is a very good product

all by its little self.

And so is this contract,

with or without Jack as a fringe benefit.

That's all I have to say.

Take it or leave it.

[SCOFFS] I'm not used to people giving me ultimatums.

And I am tired of people playing games.

Jack, I will never ask you to work overtime again.

I promise.

Well, actually, it's, uh, it's quite all right.

As a matter of fact, I'll probably never ask you

to do anything again.

I have the feeling I'm out of a job.

Hey, hey, easy on the heart strings.

I may be cheap, but I'm also sensitive.

You've got your endorsement.

You're kidding?

There it is.

I like your style.

And I also like the fact that you would

risk your job to save this young man's honor.

Yeah, thanks a lot.

-It's my pleasure. -I'm glad somebody got some.

Hmm, hmm.

[WIND WHISTLING]

[THUDDING]

[DOOR CREAKS]

[DOOR CREAKS]

Jesse, wh-- What are you doing?

-[JESSE BREATHES HEAVILY] -[GASPS]

He told me...

He told me to wait until midnight.

Jesse...

Jesse, the-- The doors are made of wood.

You can use the hatchet to chop our way out.

[MANIACAL LAUGHTER]

-What's that? -It's nothing!

Please, please, hurry!

We've only got five minutes to go, Jesse!

[MANIACAL LAUGHTER]

-Listen. -Don't! No, please,

please, Jesse, don't stop!

-It must be near midnight. -No, no, no.

Please, please, please, darling--

-We've got to join the party! -No, no, no, Jesse!

No, no!

[MANIACAL LAUGHTER]

[MANIACAL LAUGHTER]

Not in there, Jesse! No!

[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING]

[SCREAMS]

No!

Oh, Jesse!

[SCREAMS]

[CLOCK CHIMING]

Jesse...

how kind of you to join us for your birthday celebration.

For you, my dear,

-blood red, you see. -Our favorite color.

Happy birthday, Jesse.

[LAUGHS MANIACALLY]

Kill her!

Yes, kill her!

ALL: Yes, yes, yes, yes...

Oh, no, Jesse!

-Jesse, I love you. -ALL: Yes, yes, yes...

-No! -[LAUGHING MANIACALLY]

No power on Earth is as strong as love.

Jesse, love.

Love is life, Jesse! And I love you!

I love you!

-[LAUGHING MANIACALLY] -[ALL CHANTING, CLAPPING]

Jesse, we've won!

[WHIMPERS] Oh, Jesse.

Jesse... happy birthday!

-Madam Vice President. -Oh, you heard?

That your fantasy is now a reality?

Oh, yes, congratulations, Ms. Whitney.

Thank you. It's one of those working vacations

that really paid off, Mr. Roarke.

But I couldn't have done it without you.

And your secretary.

-Wasn't he helpful? -My man Friday?

I couldn't have done it without him either.

But you know what they say?

An employer is only as good as her employees.

-Thank you once again. -You're very welcome,

-Ms. Whitney. -Tattoo.

Bye.

-Boss? -Yes.

Is that true that the top guy is only good

as the people who work for him?

Oh, absolutely, absolutely.

Oh, wow. In that case, you must be great, right, boss?

Maybe we'll come back for my

next birthday celebration, Mr. Roarke.

-Without nightmares. -Oh, definitely, Tattoo.

I believe I can assure you, there will be

-no more nightmares. -I'm still not certain

just how that so-called curse got started in the first place.

ROARKE: Legend has it that your ancestor,

Jacques-Pierre Moreau,

not only killed his wife in the revelry

of his 50th birthday party, he also made the mistake

of not knowing she was a witch.

And so before she died,

she put a curse on the whole family?

Precisely.

But now, through the power of your love for each other...

you have removed that curse forever.

-Good-bye. -Good-bye, Mrs. Moreau.

-Bye-bye. -Mr. Moreau.

-Bye-bye. -JESSE: Bye-bye.

Boss, I like it this way better.

Amen, Tattoo, amen.

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