Original subtitles

[♪♪]

[BELL CLANGS]

The plane! The plane!

[GIGGLING]

Well, Tattoo,

how’s our mail-order haberdasher this morning?

Very good, boss.

Do I have a good bargain for you.

How would you like a gray cashmere suit

for only $43?

Forty-three dollars? Yes.

For cashmere? Yes.

How can you possibly sell at that price?

We work on a very low margin.

For only a few dollars,

you can get all the extra.

It’s all right in here, look.

Tattoo,

your company considers buttons,

pockets and sleeves as extras?

No, that was my idea.

I call it the lowball sales, uh, push.

Oh, I see.

Well, now tell me, what will the suit cost

with such frills as zippers, lapels and pant legs?

That all depends, boss.

If you want lapels or sleeves on both sides or not.

I consider this incident closed.

Boss!

Boss!

TATTOO: Boss, wait for me! Hey, boss!

[♪♪]

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

[HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING]

TATTOO: Who are they, boss?

That gentleman is the right Reverend Hiram Hollaster

of Cleveland, Ohio.

TATTOO: You must be kidding. What’s his fantasy?

ROARKE: The reverend wishes to spend the weekend

on the fondly remembered farm where he was raised

which unfortunately is now a shopping center

in the greater Cleveland area.

As you can see he’s brought his daughter with him.

They don’t look too happy to be here.

ROARKE: Oh, I’m sure it’s just nerves, Tattoo.

Perhaps they don’t, uh, like flying.

You sure he’s a reverend?

He looks a little shifty to me.

Indeed.

Perhaps there is something worrying him.

Oh, here is someone who should interest you, Tattoo:

Mr. Ted Cavanaugh of Sausalito, California.

He’s quite a celebrated painter.

TATTOO: You don’t mean that painter.

The one who let the wild gorilla loose

in his art show.

A pet gorilla, Tattoo.

Mr. Cavanaugh said his ape

appreciated art as much as anyone.

What’s his fantasy?

Oh, very simple.

He wishes to become a romantic, adventurous,

swashbuckling pirate.

Him?

A pirate?

What for?

To sweep the lady he loves, his former wife,

off her feet again.

TATTOO: How romantic.

Is she here?

I don’t see her.

Oh, she’s on the island already.

But it’s not going to be quite as easy as you might think.

You see, the lady is scheduled

to be married to another man today.

Boss, not that wedding!

Oh, boss.

Those people paid a lot for that wedding.

[♪♪]

My dear guests,

I am Mr. Roarke, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island!

[♪♪]

[♪♪]

HARMONY: What do you figure this place is?

I don’t know.

Looks like some kind of resort.

Boy, picking the pocket of a preacher.

You really got us in the soup this time.

[LAUGHS]

What do you mean me? You put the stall on him.

Well, how’d I know what he was?

He wasn’t wearing no collar.

Besides, you dipped him and that’s bad luck.

I’d have slipped it back

but I saw that bunco cop bearing down on us.

HIRAM: Come on, Harmony.

It could be worse.

Ticket in his wallet got us here, no?

Yeah, but I’m worried, Petey.

You knew that cop wants to take me away from you.

We got to get out of here

before those creeps figure we’re ringers.

Okay, okay. But we need a stake first.

This place is loaded with pigeons.

You sure you won’t foul up again?

Foul up? Me?

I’m the smoothest cannon in the business and you know it.

Hmm. Then how come Sergeant Boylan’s busted you four times?

The breaks. Just the breaks. Look at those.

Those aren’t hands. They’re instruments.

Right? [SIGHS]

Come on, baby, who’s the best dip ever?

Who, baby?

Oh, you are.

And who loves you?

If you ever get down to Texas way,

I want you all to give me a call.

WATSON: Would you do that?

All right, how about something here?

Would you mind giving these ladies a nice drink?

What’ll you have?

[♪♪]

Are you all right, little lady?

Gee, I’m real sorry.

Don’t give it another thought. Enjoying yourselves?

[LAUGHS] What is that?

Ah, why I just picked it up.

Oh, where is your lost and found department?

ROARKE: Oh, how very considerate, Reverend.

But, uh, the gentleman who lost it is right there.

Ooh! Uh, Mr. Watson,

I believe this is yours.

Oh, well, thank you.

Oh, no, no, Reverend Hollaster deserves the thanks.

Well, I’m in your debt, parson.

If it’s not against your principles,

I’d like the honor of buying you a drink.

Why not?

I, uh, try to keep an open mind on

sinners and tax collectors.

I’m, uh, curious, just, uh, what is a parson’s fantasy?

Fantasy?

Reverend Hollaster’s fantasy

is one to be admired, Mr. Watson.

He wishes to return to the soil.

To spend the weekend in a farm

like the one he grew up on.

Once again milking cows, plowing fields.

Sloughing pigs.

[♪♪]

Me and Daddy are sure looking forward to it, Mr. Roarke.

Good. Uh, why don’t you enjoy some lunch

and in an hour I’ll pick you up at your bungalow and, uh,

your barnyard fantasy will begin.

Will you excuse us? Tattoo?

Talk to you later.

Yeah.

What’d you tell him that for?

I’m not gonna work on any farm this weekend.

Maybe not a whole weekend,

but I got a feeling you better make a stab at it

unless you want those people to figure out who you really are.

MARY: Is it all right to wear white, Mother?

Isn’t there a tradition about wearing blue

the second time around?

MRS. DEVERSE: In your case,

the first time with that maniac shouldn’t count.

He’s a thousand miles away, but somehow

I expect him to jump out of a tree or something.

Mother, if he does, I’ll personally kill him.

Mr. Roarke, you wouldn’t believe some of the crazy things

Cavanaugh used to do.

Oh, indeed.

MRS. DEVERSE: Mr. Roarke, that maniac

has scared off every man who’s ever been interested in my Mary.

all except for Donald Gidding, of course.

And thank God, he’s the prize.

And in just five minutes, you will be Mrs. Gidding.

If only dear father was still alive.

You’re forgetting. Daddy liked Cavanaugh.

Well, I mean, no one is perfect.

Uh, shall we, Mrs. Bedere?

Up there. Get me up.

[RICHARD WAGNER’S "BRIDAL CHORUS" PLAYING]

[GRUNTS]

Hold it.

My dear friends,

we are gathered here today

to join Mary and Donald

together in holy matrimony.

If there is anyone present who knows

why these two should not be wed,

let him speak now or forever...

TED: I know why not! ...keep his peace.

[PARISHIONERS SCREAM] Did someone speak?

They shouldn’t get married because

Donald Gidding is a pompous

14-karat turkey.

It’s him! It’s him, the maniac!

Oh my God, it’s Cavanaugh.

Did you hear what he called me?

[SCREAMS]

[♪♪]

[PISTOL FIRING]

Somebody stop that lunatic!

Ah-ha!

I knew it! I knew it!

That’s you behind that eye patch, isn’t it, Cavanaugh?

Some call me the Sea Hawk.

Master of my own ship, but...

your servant, my lady.

Do you realize, sir, there’s a wedding going on?

Yes, yes I do. And I must say,

a very fine choice for a bride.

Very fine. Come, my dear.

[GRUNTING]

Bring her along.

[LAUGHS] [SCREAMS]

Put me down!

Put me down!

[MARY SCREAMING]

[LAUGHTER]

How can this happen?

How can this happen?

Boss, if they ever find out

that you set up the whole thing...

Stop, Black Heart! Stop!

Madame, I’m just as deeply shocked as you are.

Shocked!

[GROANS]

[♪♪]

ROARKE: Here it is, as you described it in your letter.

HARMONY: This is really neat.

ROARKE: Fields waiting to be plowed and seeded.

A pen of purebred hogs.

Chickens to be fed and eggs to be collected.

This is the house where you will be staying.

Looks just like I always thought it would.

As you requested,

everything required for a vigorous weekend

of fruitful labor in God’s country has been provided.

Oh, how I envy your taste for the beauty

and simplicity, Reverend.

This way.

After you, Reverend.

Everything you dreamed of, huh, Dad?

How long are we in for?

I mean, how long can we stay?

Oh, uh, we won’t disturb you ’til Monday morning.

We better hurry, Boss.

There is a New York detective coming on the next plane.

He wants to talk to you.

Uh, yes.

Well, enjoy yourselves.

And our dining room will be happy to buy

any eggs or vegetables

you care to sell.

Have a blessed and glorious weekend, Reverend.

Harmony.

Well, looks like we’re stuck here.

Are you kidding?

I told you before I’m not about

to work my can off slopping hogs.

Now come on, let’s go find that mark.

No. What do you mean?

If it is Boylan,

the farm is the last place he’ll look for us.

Petey, that Roarke’s no dummy.

We don’t play the part,

he’ll check and find out who we really are.

Come on, Petey.

We’ve got to make it look good, or else.

[♪♪]

[LAUGHS]

[GRUMBLES]

MAN 1: Haul sheets, Mr. Smee!

MAN 2: Aye, sir! Haul the sheets!

[♪♪]

Anything else, captain?

Uh, no thanks, Benton.

I still say it’s warmer down below.

In your cabin?

I’d rather walk the plank.

Hey, you remember when we were kids

we used to play pirate on the lake?

We were children.

In that old barge.

It was filthy.

And I was the captain and you were my first mate?

Boy, those were magic times.

They were the best.

The worst.

That’s when you first loved me.

Childhood illusions, Cavanaugh.

That year we got married we were just big children.

Isn’t there one moment

you remember with me fondly?

Of course.

I’d be lying if I said no.

See?

What is it?

The divorce.

Smart aleck!

Don’t you get it, Cavanaugh?

I hate you and I always will.

Hey, that’s pretty strong language.

Mild. I actually detest you.

Well, I’m your husband.

You are not! We’re divorced!

A technicality.

You’re already under court order

to leave me alone, Cavanaugh.

How long do you think you can carry this off

before the police cart you away?

Cart me away?

The Sea Hawk fears nothing.

Cavanaugh, you’re not Errol Flynn.

Yeah, you’re right. Nobody is anymore.

I guess that’s what’s wrong with the world.

You know, I can see you wanting to get married again.

You admit it. You admit we’re not married.

But to a stiff like Gidding.

That’s cruel, Cavanaugh.

And it’s not very fair.

Donald is, uh, he may be conventional

by your bizarre standards but he’s...

he’s strong and dependable and...

and I hate you for ruining my wedding.

Mary.

Mary, if you really mean that,

then life has no meaning for me.

I mean it.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

You have sealed my fate.

Gonna jump, Cavanaugh? Hooray!

Au revoir, darling. This is goodbye.

Goodbye, darling!

This is it.

[MARY SCREAMS] MEN: Man overboard!

Ted! Ted!

You called me Ted.

Another trick! I should’ve known!

[♪♪]

[MOOING]

Oh, wanna play rough, huh?

[LOWING]

[LOUD BANGING] [SCREAMING]

[EXHALES HEAVILY]

[MOANING]

You okay?

Of course I’m not okay.

Every muscle in my body hates me.

I am one mountain of pain.

And just look at these.

They’re ruined.

It’ll be months getting them back in shape.

Yeah, the whole thing’s been a bummer.

But maybe a guy could get used to it.

Are you crazy?

Oh, I don’t mean us.

But there’s something, not much,

but something to be said for it.

Isn’t there?

I know this sounds dumb, Petey,

but doesn’t this place remind you of something?

What?

Remember? When I was little,

you used to say we’d have a place like this someday.

Remember?

Oh, boy.

I’m in agony and you tell me junk like that.

It was just a bedtime story

to make you shut up and go to sleep.

[♪♪]

Boss, the New York cop, he’s waiting outside again.

Shall I let him in or shall I tell him you’re still busy?

No, he’s been waiting long enough.

Perhaps we should see him.

Oh, uh, and Tattoo, please, please.

It’s not "cop." It’s police officer.

Come in, police officer cops.

[♪♪]

Thank you.

Oh, Mr. Roarke, Sergeant Boylan, NYPD.

Bunco Squad. Yes, yes, so I understand.

Uh, sit down, Sergeant.

Please, sit down.

Well, what can I do for you?

Well, I think it’s more what I can do for you

in protecting the valuables of your guests.

Oh? You see, Mr. Roarke,

I have traced a notorious pickpocket to your island.

His name is Petey Raven.

Pickpocket?

BROYLAN: Now, this cannon usually travels with his kid.

He’s trained her to be a stall.

I see.

Um, tell me something, Sergeant,

isn’t it rather unusual to chase a petty thief so far?

It’s because the kid’s involved.

You see, Mr. Roarke, under the habitual criminal law,

the judge has cautioned Petey

that he’ll put the girl in a foster home

if he ever slips again.

I see.

So, uh, you are doing it for the child’s own good.

Mm-hm. For the child. For society.

Yes, Sergeant. These two are here.

Well,

show me where they are and we’ll make the collar now.

Oh, not so fast.

Not so fast.

I must remind you that, uh, the New York Police

have no authority on Fantasy Island, Sergeant.

I don’t get you, Mr. Roarke.

Are you trying to help them in some way?

Hardly.

Coming here under false pretenses,

they have also defrauded me.

Be assured I’ll see they get what’s coming to them.

[♪♪]

TED: Let’s see, cannabis,

yellow white, artorous,

hotorn,

regal, cool blue white.

MARY: They all look white to me.

TED: No, no, that’s an illusion.

You gotta see them through a telescope.

You’re a funny man, Cavanaugh.

The last time I saw you, you were deep into Van Gough.

His friends called him Vincent.

His Starry Night got me interested.

And you got me my very best Starry Night repro, remember,

on my 30th birthday.

I remember. You do.

You found a gray hair.

Yeah, well, take a look. It’s gone.

I cut it out rut and branch.

No gray hair.

Cavanaugh, you’re certifiable.

Let me ask you something.

How come you only call me by my first name

when you think I’m dead?

I guess it’s because you’re an artist.

Last name signatures.

Mmm.

You remember when I sold my first painting?

You were there.

The coffee shop?

I guess it was a sale.

Oh, yeah, it was a sale.

I mean, they took it for good and valuable consideration.

Only because we didn’t have enough money

to pay for the hamburgers we ate that month.

MARY: I guess it wasn’t all bad, Cavanaugh.

TED: Yeah.

You wanna dance?

You trying to seduce me, Cavanaugh?

No. No. Just a dance.

I wouldn’t try that.

Come on. Nice music.

Okay.

But we’ll just dance.

Just dance.

Just a nice friendly dance.

Mmm.

I did like you once, Cavanaugh.

Mm-hmm.

But only in your saner moments.

Mm-hmm.

I maybe even loved you a little.

Oh, yeah?

Well, I’ve always loved you.

Mmm.

I know what you’re trying to do. Oh, no.

You want me to move into your cabin with you, don’t you?

And sleep with you tonight.

No.

I almost could the way I feel right now.

Mmm?

Why don’t you?

Because it wouldn’t be fair to Donald.

Donald?

Damn!

To hell with Donald!

Donald doesn’t care about you.

All Donald cares about is the millions he inherited.

TED: I care about you.

MARY: You’re not being fair.

Suppose I did stay with you tonight?

Comes the morn, fairy magic gone with the champagne

and we’d be at each other’s throats again.

Well, I never promised you a rose garden,

but then again,

we’re not roses, are we?

Cute.

[♪♪]

You know, Cavanaugh,

if you truly loved me, you’d let me go.

[EXHALES]

[CHUCKLES]

Yeah.

Okay, uh,

I, uh, I’m sorry. I....

I thought I could make you fall in love with me again.

I just-- Crazy thought.

Well, I’ll take you back in the morning.

[♪♪]

[BLOWS]

Morning Glory. This is Spotter.

Come in, Morning Glory.

MAN: What is it, Benton?

We got the pigeon we’re looking for.

Pigeon? What do you mean?

There’s a gal aboard ship worth a couple million to someone.

Come and pick her up.

[♪♪]

[♪♪]

Oh, I am so pleased to see that the farming life

really agrees with you two.

Oh, oh, yes.

It’s just peachy.

Wonderful. Wonderful.

Uh, Tattoo, may I be of any service?

No, thank you, boss.

I take care of business with the reverend and his daughter.

Oh, in that case, if you’ll excuse me.

That’s 12 cartons of eggs.

Triple A and super fresh.

HARMONY: Just like those radishes.

They don’t look fresh to me.

Then you’re looking wrong.

I picked them this morning.

You’re lucky to get goods like these.

TATTOO: All right.

That makes six crates plus the eggs.

That’s, uh...

$37.

I can offer you cash or $60 in trade.

Trade for what?

A full real cashmere suit for your father.

Thanks, but we’ll take cash.

Come on. We gotta get back.

We’ll collect later.

I make the same offer in shoes!

[♪♪]

Good morning.

Did you sleep well?

Yes.

Ahoy! Two in a swallow boat.

Give way.

That must be Donald saving me.

[GUNFIRE]

Get out of here.

Ban the yard armor.

Stand by to repel.

You nuts? They are shooting real bullets.

MAN: Look out.

[GRUNTS]

Abandon ship.

[SCREAMS] MAN: Get the hell out!

This isn’t one of your tricks is it, Cavanaugh?

I wish it was.

Help!

[MOANS]

[♪♪]

En garde.

I got a better one for you.

Stick ’em up.

Cavanaugh?

Now, don’t be scared, Mary.

Shut up.

Get in the boat.

Come on, come on. Move along.

Come on, you too. Let’s go.

[♪♪]

And that’ll be in the living room.

Thanks a lot. I really appreciate it.

Oh, Mr. Roarke. Mr. Roarke.

Ah, Mr. Johnson, and how are you today?

Oh, my, yes.

Then I can assume you are pleased

with the fulfillment of your fantasy.

Pleased is hardly the word. How can I ever thank you?

Your happiness, Mr. Johnson, is my reward.

Thank you. TATTOO: Mr. Johnson,

what’s your fantasy?

Well, you see, my favorite TV show is, uh,

Three’s Company. That’s where this young man

shares an apartment with these two luscious beauties and--

What fun they have.

And you wish to do the same?

Right as rain, Tattoo.

Girls, right this way please.

[♪♪]

JOHNSON: Hello. Watch your step.

[LAUGHS] Excuse. Allow me.

Allow me. Hello. Hello.

Will you excuse me?

Boss, I don’t understand.

On the TV show

there are two girls.

I counted five.

Haven’t you heard? Heard what?

Inflation, my dear Tattoo.

Inflation?

Inflation.

[COWBELLS CLANG]

What do you think you’re accomplishing?

Well, you saw Boylan. I gotta get my hands in shape

so I can hit that mark.

We need a stake to get out of here.

[COWBELLS CLANG]

[ROOSTER CROWS]

Oh, Harmony, what are we gonna do?

Maybe we can stay here. It’s a thought.

Are you crazy?

I don’t think it’s so crazy.

You wanna live on a farm? Okay, I’ll arrange.

I’ll send you to your Aunt Laura’s.

We gotta get off this island first.

Harmony, I’m not a farmer.

I’m a pickpocket. It’s the only thing I do well.

You’re right. I was playing a dumb kid game

with these dumb things!

Now what good did that do?

It helped me make up my mind.

Look, there’s nothing wrong with my hands.

I’ll hit the mark for us.

You? With Boylan around?

Talk sense, Harmony.

You’re years away from being a passable dip.

Fact is you’re not even a good stall yet.

Oh, yes, I am. And I can do it.

Harmony, come back here!

[♪♪]

Harmony, open up!

Come on now. I’m your dad.

Harmony!

I am what I am because I can’t do anything else.

Damn it. Don’t you understand?

I don’t want you to grow up to be a thief.

Harmony? I’m getting real bunked off!

Harmony, open this door!

Okay, you wanna get stubborn? Stay in there.

[♪♪]

Hey, let’s go. Come on.

[♪♪]

Hey, you expect us to stay in this dump?

Just until her boyfriend pays the ransom.

Ransom?

What ransom?

What if he doesn’t pay? What then?

Nothing. You both just simply disappear.

Make yourselves comfortable.

[LOCKS DOOR]

You’ll be thankful now

that I’m marrying somebody as principled

and dependable as Donald.

He’ll save your miserable hide too.

Is madness catching, Cavanaugh?

You almost had me going there again.

Why couldn’t you just have left me alone?

I’d be married now and on my honeymoon.

[♪♪]

I’m really sorry, Mary.

I never meant for any of this to happen.

You never do.

Just stay away from me, okay?

Whenever you’re near me there’s trouble.

Harmony, you been in there an hour.

Get out here!

Oh, baby. Don’t try it!

WATSON: You want a grape? Huh?

Would you like to have a grape?

Want a little grape? There you go.

Well, you drink and be merry.

Isn’t that good tasting?

Want another one?

How about that. Isn’t that good?

Want another one? Here you go.

Want some? Yeah, yeah.

Well, that’s good, isn’t it? Huh?

There you go.

My goodness sakes, have some more.

There. There you go.

Hey! Caught you!

Let me go!

BROYLAN: Not very likely, little lady!

Here you are, sir. Thank you.

So he’s got you doing the work for him now, huh?

Please! I couldn’t let Petey do it.

I had to do it myself.

Well, Mr. Roarke, you mind if I take charge now?

Obviously you already have.

Please help me, Mr. Roarke.

I’m sorry. There’s nothing I can do.

Don’t take me, Boylan.

Please. Come on.

HARMONY: Let me go! Let me go!

[♪♪]

I’m sorry, Petey.

I’m sorry for everything.

Was the breaks, kid. Just the breaks.

No, it was all my fault.

Being here. Your hand.

Getting you on that farm.

Now being taken away from you.

Oh, will you stop blaming yourself.

Can I tell him, Mr. Roarke?

Yes, I think you should.

Tell me what?

Mr. Roarke was helping me.

Nothing that happened was an accident.

This was all my fantasy from the beginning.

What’s she saying?

There wasn’t even a real preacher.

He was just a guy I hired to plant the ticket on.

So you could steal it.

It was all just to get us here.

Here to Fantasy Island.

Is this true?

Yes, Mr. Raven.

Every word of it.

Her getting caught?

Boylan coming here was all part of it too?

No.

I just say, those were just the breaks.

[♪♪]

Why?

I knew I’d be taken away next time you tumbled.

You’re good, Petey, but there’s always the breaks.

And the grabs can go sour.

Then I remembered your bedtime stories.

I thought you might’ve meant them just a little.

You couldn’t get in trouble working on a farm.

I just wanted us to be together, Petey.

Huh.

I really let you down.

All on the line.

All your life.

ROARKE: It’s time to go.

See you, Petey.

[♪♪]

Ted?

Ted, where are you?

Shh! Shh!

Unless you wanna wake him up?

How’d you get these off?

Cavanaugh?

I had a pallet knife hidden in my boot.

I been scraping rotten adobe all night.

Okay, is the rope stuck?

All right, let’s go. Let’s get out of here.

Where? Where?

Escape. We’re escaping.

Let’s go. And get shot at?

You’re crazy as usual.

I’ll wait here until Donald comes with the money.

Are you serious?

Do you really think he’s coming with the money?

And if he did, do you think they’d let us go?

Come on. Why shouldn’t they?

I’m staying.

I haven’t got time to argue. We’ve gotta get out of here.

No! You’re not kidnapping me again.

I am not kidnapping you.

I’m saving you. Now come on.

Look, I’m the good guy.

The bad guys are out there. Let’s go.

Help! Help! No!

No, please. Don’t do that!

What--? Are you crazy?

What’s the matter? Don’t you like the room?

No, it’s the service.

What time will Mr. Gidding be here for me?

He won’t.

Mr. Gidding radioed his regrets and his deep love.

But he said it’s against his principles to pay ransom.

He said you’d understand.

Of course I understand.

It takes a strong man to stand up for his principles,

even when it hurts.

I admire him for that.

Wonderful.

All right. Let’s go.

What are you gonna do?

[COCKS GUN]

It’s time to disappear. Come on.

[COUGHS]

[MOANS]

Benton!

[GUNFIRE]

Benton!

Come on, they got away! That way! Hurry up!

[♪♪]

There they are.

[YELLS]

Never mind. Forget it.

We blew it.

Growing fond of the chickens, Mr. Raven?

Well, it’s...

not a love affair yet,

but they’re not as bad as I thought they were.

I had my chance here to turn it all around.

I didn’t understand.

Most opportunities are lost because they aren’t recognized.

I’d do anything to keep her, Mr. Roarke.

Anything.

Even give up picking pockets?

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I gave that up back in the visitor’s room with Harmony.

Well, you don’t have to worry

about Cavanaugh anymore, Mummsy.

And as for you, Donald,

if Mary can stand you, I wash my hand.

I’m afraid you’re no gentleman, Cavanaugh.

Thank you very much.

You’re lucky we don’t prosecute you.

Goodbye, Mary.

DONALD: I can’t wait to get off this dreadful island.

MRS. DEVERSE: Well, the ceremony will be simple,

proper and brief.

What do you say? How does that strike you?

MRS. DEVERSE: With just a few dozen close friends.

The reception at home. DONALD: Wouldn’t that be better?

I can arrange it.

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Well, I wanna thank you for giving me the shot, Mr. Roarke.

It wasn’t your fault I blew it.

Oh, is it really that bad?

I just couldn’t accept the fact that she didn’t love me.

Only my oversized ego made me think she ever did.

Mary.

You’ve been wrong about everything else.

Let’s not spoil a perfect record.

Oh, Mary.

Oh.

I don’t know why I’m doing this.

This craziness must be catching.

It is. It’s definitely catching.

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And my mother and Donald

really think Cavanaugh’s kidnapped me again?

As soon as the plane is in the air,

I’ll see the search party’s called off.

Search party?

As I figured it,

they should be several miles into the jungle by now.

Mr. Roarke, how can we ever thank you

for helping us get away.

Goodbye Mr. Cavanaugh.

Bye. Bye. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

See you.

Come on, young lady.

Let’s go.

Sergeant? May I have a word?

Certainly. Uh,

I am very, very embarrassed to tell you,

but I’m afraid there’s a problem.

I had a long talk with the Chief Magistrate of the island

and, oh, he’s such a stubborn man.

He just won’t let you take the young lady from the island.

What?

Something about extradition papers

and, uh, you don’t have them.

What about Harmony? What’s he gonna do with her?

He’s talking parole. But of course it’s conditional.

It seems we have no one to run that farm

so His Honor thought you two might do it.

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It does solve the pickpocket problem doesn’t it, Sergeant?

Think what it will do to his hands.

Wait a minute.

Where is this judge?

I wanna talk to him.

You are, Sergeant.

You are.

BROYLAN: What about you two?

I mean, you don’t wanna spend

the rest of your life on a farm here,

right out in the middle of nowhere, do you?

Huh? Huh?

Well, Mr. Roarke,

I don’t think I’ll see you again.

I don’t think you’ll see them again either, Sergeant.

Thank you.

Adiós. Goodbye.

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