Original subtitles

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[BELL TOLLING]

The plane! The plane!

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

Good morning, boss. What a beautiful day.

What subtle color in the sky. What vibrant green.

Tattoo, what are you talking about?

And why on earth are you dressed up like that?

Don't you know we have to meet our guests?

Why, boss? This is art.

Painting is really where it's at.

I see.

And what has brought about this sudden interest

in art, if I may dare ask?

Well, painting releases my artistic soul.

There wouldn't be any other reason

why you have so suddenly become interested in art?

-Like what, boss? -Like attracting females.

-No, huh? -Well, now that you mention it,

some chicks really go

for us sensitive, artistic types.

Uh, Tattoo, whenever you are ready,

we should meet our guests.

[ROARKE CLEARS THROAT]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

-[INDISTINCT CHATTERING] -[LAUGHING]

ROARKE: Smiles, everyone!

Smiles.

[HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING]

-[INDISTINCT CHATTERING] -[CHUCKLING]

ROARKE: Miss Cindy Carter,

a PBX operator from Chicago, Illinois.

TATTOO: PBX? Sounds like an airplane.

No, PBX is a switchboard, Tattoo.

Miss Carter is a switchboard operator

for the Ballard Publishing Company.

What's her fantasy, boss?

Oh, one held by millions of workers

the world over, Tattoo.

For this weekend, Miss Carter wishes to become

the boss,

the head of a large corporation with all the trappings

-that go with it. -Sounds like fun.

Yes, it could be a great deal of fun

and exciting, Tattoo,

as long as Miss Carter realizes

that running a large corporation can carry with it

-many a baited pitfall. -Pitfall?

You mean that nice lady can get in trouble?

-Who are they, boss? -ROARKE: The young man

is Mr. Mike Jenner.

The young lady is his fiancée, Miss Stacy Cummings.

They plan to marry as soon as they return to their home

in Carmel, California.

But, boss, our island is so beautiful.

Why can't they get married here?

Because Mr. Jenner has come

for a very different purpose, Tattoo.

You see, his fantasy is to find an extremely dangerous criminal

-by the name of Eddie Collins. -Why is he looking for him?

You see, Mr. Jenner's father was a courier

for a large diamond company.

About a year ago, he disappeared

while carrying a million dollars' worth

of uncut diamonds.

A million dollars?

The company his father worked for assumes

that he absconded with the diamonds.

Mr. Jenner believes that Collins robbed

and murdered his father.

What will happen when Mr. Jenner finds him?

He's not sure.

Perhaps kill him.

Kill him? Did you say "Kill him," boss?

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

MIKE: You said in your letter you may have found

this Eddie Collins.

I believe I have.

So this is him.

I was beginning to think that he didn't exist,

that he was just a figment of my imagination.

Where did you find him, Mr. Roarke?

Uh, he's a seaman on a freighter

that is due to stop at a small seaport

on the other side of the island this afternoon.

Hardly the place I expect to find a man

with a million dollars in uncut diamonds.

Doesn't matter.

If he's gonna be there, I'll be waiting for him.

Perhaps that isn't wise, Mr. Jenner.

You see, I have no jurisdiction on that section of the coast,

and the authorities there take a dim view of visitors

who take the law into their own hands.

No offense, Mr. Roarke, but I'm tired

of waiting for the authorities to handle this.

I believe my dad was killed and then framed

for a crime he'd never commit.

Bet on it.

I'm gonna clear him, regardless of what I have to do.

You must have been very devoted to your father.

Yes, I was.

Oh, Mike, you know that's not really true.

She's right.

The truth is, like--

like a lot of sons and daughters,

I never thought much about my old man

while he was alive.

But he was always there.

Understanding, reliable and unnoticed.

I did my own things, took him for granted.

After he was gone, I...

started thinking about the little things

he tried to do when I needed him.

I know now that he loved me.

You know, Mr. Roarke, I--

I never once told him I loved him,

that I was grateful for all the things he tried to do.

Oh, I approve of your motives, Mr. Jenner.

Uh, but you will remember my warning about taking the law

into your own hands, won't you?

[♪♪♪♪♪]

CINDY: Just being the boss wasn't my only reason

-for coming to Fantasy Island. -ROARKE: Oh?

CINDY: I'd like to work with the president

of Ballard Publishing. His name is Brent Bailey.

Well, if you wanna know the truth,

he's my secret fantasy.

-This is where I live? -Uh, no, this is where you work.

No high-rise office building?

Well, we feel that high-rise buildings,

with all their steel and concrete, somehow blemish

the natural beauty of Fantasy Island, you see.

Uh, shall we go in and meet your staff?

-My staff? -Well, naturally.

My staff.

I've got staff.

ROARKE: And now, Miss Carter, may I present Mr. Alex Brave,

Vice President in charge of advertising.

-CINDY: Hello. -ROARKE: Mr. William Front,

-Vice President, Personnel. -CINDY: How do you do?

Mr. Ralph Ho, Vice President, Marketing.

-CINDY: Hello. -Uh, Mr. Howard Callas,

Vice President, Finance.

And lastly, Mr. Gary Pointer, your executive secretary.

On behalf of all of us, Miss Carter,

I want to welcome you to Atwell Industries Inc.

Well, thank you so much, Mr. Callas. I'm...

I'm sure we'll all get along just famously. [EXHALES]

-Thank you. -Thank you.

So,

you're my executive secretary?

-Yes, ma'am. -Well,

let's get one thing straight right away.

I don't like formalities. Um,

from now on, you call me Cindy and I'll call you Harry.

Well, with all due respects, I don't think we can do that.

-Why not? -Well, mainly

because my name is not Harry, it's Gary.

[CHUCKLING] But if there's anything you need, just buzz me.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

Don't move.

-Something wrong, Tattoo? -It's not that.

Being a sensitive artist, I just can't relate.

Well, gee, is there anything I can do?

Well, it's all those clothes. I-- I feel confined.

You don't suppose you could, uh...

Gee, I don't know.

But it's all for the sake of art.

[PHONE RINGING]

Yes, I'd be delighted to have lunch with you

and discuss methods

for reducing overhead. Of course.

Uh... who did you say you were again?

Right. Uh, Gary, put me down

for lunch on Wednesday with Jason Baxter.

Now, Mr. Morgan, I...

Mr. Morgan? Mr. Morgan, I...

Mr. Morgan? Oh, there you are. Um,

Mr. Morgan, I'm going to have to get back to you

after I've read your report. Right.

[EXHALES] Uh, Mr. Callas,

what-- what are all these things that I'm signing?

Routine, Miss Carter, merely routine.

-Just keep signing. -[PHONE RINGING]

GARY: Miss Carter's office.

Oh, no, no, that's fine. I'll tell her.

-Yes, thank you. Goodbye. -[PHONE CLANKS]

Uh, that was Brent Bailey. He's just arrived

from the mainland. He'll be here in two hours.

-Brent Bailey? -Yes.

The Brent Bailey? [STAMMERS]

The president of Ballard Publishing?

-Yes. -What's he doing here?

He works for you.

The Brent Bailey really works for me?

I've been telling you.

Atwell Industries Inc. is a conglomerate.

See, we own nine companies,

one of which is Ballard Publishing.

You are chairman of the board, and it's a real company. Yes.

Wasn't your fantasy to be the boss?

Well, yes, but, uh...

[STAMMERS] ...I thought it was all a lark.

I never for a minute thought it was real.

Oh, I assure you, Miss Carter, it's very real.

It's crazy.

What happened to the previous chairman

-of the board? -ROARKE: Mr. Neil Atwell. Uh,

his plane went down somewhere in South America. The Andes.

It's presumed that he died in the crash.

But how does that make me chairman?

Well, it's not at all complicated.

Please, sit down, Miss Carter, Mr. Pointer.

Uh, you see, before he disappeared,

Mr. Atwell...

drew up a document

giving me power of attorney to name his temporary successor

in the event something catastrophic occurred.

Then I really am...

Brent Bailey's boss.

Oh, indeed, you are.

Uh, Brent Bailey is on the island

to attend the annual stockholder's meeting.

He's on the board of directors.

You mean I have to go to a stockholder's meeting?

-[CHUCKLES] -You'll have to run it,

Madam Chairman.

Run it?

If I wasn't so shook, I think I might be sick.

STACY: Please, Mike, let's go back.

MIKE: Don't start again.

If Mr. Roarke says he'll be there, he'll be there.

STACY: But if you don't kill him,

he'll kill you.

Say, excuse me.

Have you ever seen this man before?

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It's him.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Mike, no. Please don't go!

[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING IN BAR]

Be careful.

There he is.

Well?

Hey, what do you want?

You.

Henry Jenner was my father.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

-[WOMAN SCREAMS] -[GASPS]

[BOTH GROANING]

MAN: Hey!

-Break it up! -[WOMAN SCREAMS]

MAN: Come on!

-STACY: Stop it! -Break it up!

-Knock it off, you two. -STACY: Michael!

[♪♪♪♪♪]

STACY: Stop!

EDDIE: Get up! Get on your feet!

MAN: Break it up, I said.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

-[EDDIE GRUNTING] -[HAWKS GRUNTS]

If you guys got that much energy,

I know how to work it out of you.

A little time on the chain gang is what you need.

Take them away.

EDDIE: Hey, let me get my damn coat!

Get to Roarke. Let him know what happened.

[CAR ENGINE STARING]

[DOGS BARKING]

[DOGS BARKING CONTINUES]

You look sick, boy.

Better get used to it.

This is gonna be your home for a year.

If you got any ideas about escaping, forget it.

If the swamps don't get you, the snakes

or the crocodiles will.

And if they don't, I will.

And if it's me...

you'll wish it had been one of the others.

There is something you should know

about the stockholder's meeting, Miss Carter.

No! No, no.

Cindy. You said you'd call me Cindy.

[EXHALES] Uh, Cindy.

There is one, uh,

very important item on the agenda.

It has to do with the auditing of the company's pension plan.

Oh. Well, why is it so important?

Well, just before his plane disappeared,

Mr. Atwell became suspicious.

He thought that somebody was stealing those funds.

Really?

Well, why didn't he order an audit?

We-- He disappeared before he had the opportunity.

What about the board of directors?

Most of them are against it. It's-- it's very expensive.

And they're afraid of the scandal it might cause,

and perhaps the stock would take a nosedive.

Oh.

Where does, um,

Brent Bailey stand?

He's against it.

Well, then you see-- I mean,

if-- if Brent Bailey is against it,

I'm sure everything is all right.

Not only is he a top-notch executive,

he's very honest and straightforward.

Uh, I'd better go. I wanna, uh,

freshen up a little before Mr. Bailey gets here.

-[INTERCOM BUZZES] -Yes?

GARY: Mr. Brent Bailey to see you, Miss Carter.

Send him in.

Mr. Bailey, how nice to meet you.

What can I do for you?

Well, you can stop looking so ravishingly beautiful

for openers. It makes it hard to concentrate on business.

You look very familiar. Have we met before?

-No, no, no. I don't think so. -Of course not.

Who could forget a face and--

-and a body like that? -[CHUCKLES]

Uh, tell me, how are things at Ballard Publishing?

Oh, never better.

Sales up 27 percent over last year.

But you'll get all that at the stockholder's meeting.

Been having any fun?

Oh, not really. You know how it is

running a conglomerate. [CHUCKLES]

And you know what they say about all work and no play.

Will I see you at the luau tonight?

Luau?

Well, stockholder's meetings can't be all business.

Nobody would come.

Well, it-- it sounds like it might be fun.

If you are there and I'm there,

it will definitely be fun.

I'll see you tonight, Madam Chairman.

Maybe.

[DEBBIE SIGHS]

Hi, boss.

Well, and how's Fantasy Island's answer

-to Michelangelo doing? -Great, boss. Great.

Say, Tattoo,

this is quite good.

Oh, boss, that's nothing.

Wait until tomorrow. I'll do the real thing.

Oh?

I'll make Raphael's Venus Rising

look like a third-grade finger painting.

Hey, Tattoo, are you aware that the painting

of Venus Rising is a nude?

But of course, boss.

Now all I have to do is to tell Debbie.

Mm-hmm.

[CHAINS RATTLING]

[GUARD GROANING]

Starting tomorrow, you two fellas will be too tired

to do any fighting. And that's a promise.

[EXHALES]

[GROANS]

What do you want from me?

What? An eye for an eye?

-A tooth for a tooth? -[GUARD SNORES]

Revenge?

Hey, Collins,

can you imagine what the guys in here would do to you

if they knew you had access

to a million dollars in diamonds?

A million dollars, huh?

Yeah. I figure they'd slice you up real good

for a piece of that action.

Now, what happened to my old man?

Forget it, punk.

Punk.

-[HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING] -[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

Hello, I'm Cindy Carter. Welcome to the luau.

Hello. Welcome to the luau.

Hope you're having a good time on the island.

Help yourself. Make yourself comfortable.

-Cindy. -Hmm?

Do you mind if I say something?

I don't think so. Why don't you try me?

Well, uh, here goes.

You look very beautiful tonight.

Thank you.

Um, maybe it's because I've never been so happy

in my whole life.

That Mr. Roarke really knows how to deliver.

-[GARY CHUCKLES] -BRENT: Good evening.

How are you tonight, Madam Chairman?

Cindy. Call me Cindy.

Excuse us, will you, please?

Of course.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

Now, I believe the giver is entitled

to one kiss of gratitude from the receiver.

[SNAKE HISSING]

[DOG BARKING]

GUARD: Come on!

Hey, you! Put your back into it.

You been thinking about what I said?

EDDIE: Huh?

How about it? Where is he?

Getting me killed won't help you, will it, sonny?

I might tell you what you wanna know

after you help me get out of this place.

I don't intend to spend the next year in this pest hole.

Escape?

It's easier if there are two of us, huh?

Believe me, I'd sooner do it by myself if I could.

You'll need that file for the iron.

Now you've got something to think about.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

I'm enjoying this stockholder's meeting

-so much. -So am I.

[HOWARD CLEARS THROAT]

I know.

-More papers to sign. -HOWARD: I'm sorry to interrupt.

[EXHALES] Are they important?

Only to the government, Miss Carter.

You know, one of these days, the whole world

is going to collapse under all the paperwork.

[CHUCKLES] Sign right there.

-Shouldn't I read them? -Uh, trust the man, Cindy.

I mean, he is the vice president in charge of finance.

If we can't trust Howard, we'll all be in trouble.

Thank you. [CHUCKLES]

Let's go someplace where he can't find us.

Uh, hold it, Cindy.

What's the matter?

Aren't we going to spend the afternoon together?

It must be jet lag or something. Suddenly I'm bushed.

I'll have to give you a rain check, okay?

Sure. I guess it will have to be.

I'll see you later.

[DOGS BARKING]

Oh, I talked to Roarke, but he won't do anything.

Mike, I wish we had never come to this place.

There's no time to talk. We've only got a minute.

Listen, Collins and I are breaking out of here.

-You and Collins? -Just listen.

There's a road that runs along the big marshy area.

It's about ten miles west of here.

But, Mike--

Meet us there tomorrow with clothes and a car.

You don't understand.

As soon as you get out of here, Collins will try to kill you.

I know what he has in mind.

Stacy, I can't do this without you.

Will you meet us there?

[DOOR KNOCKING]

Gary, what are you doing here?

-May I come in? -Oh, sure.

Cindy, I, um...

[STAMMERING] ...I really don't know how to...

[SIGHS] I'm afraid you're in trouble.

-What? -It has to do with Howard Callas

and Brent Bailey. You see, they are using you as a pigeon.

-Pigeon? -Mm-hmm.

-What are you talking about? -You remember

the pension plan audit I told you about?

The one that's coming up for the vote

at the stockholder's meeting tomorrow?

Well, yes, but I told you,

if Brent is against that, so am I.

Well, he wasn't taking any chances.

He's made it so you won't get to vote on it anyway.

Well, that's silly.

Of course I can. I have all of Atwell's proxies.

Had. Se-- Past tense.

Remember all those papers that Callas got you to sign?

-Yes. -Well, one of them

gives Brent Bailey your vote.

[CLEARS THROAT] You-- you must be mistaken, Gary. Uh,

I mean, Brent--

Brent Bailey is a gentleman.

-And he's honest and forthright. -Really?

Well, look at this.

It is a photocopy of one of the papers you signed.

How did you get it?

We-- I, uh, borrowed it from Callas' office.

-[HOWARD LAUGHING] -BRENT: Talk about gullible.

We could've sold her the Brooklyn Bridge.

-Twice. She was so eager... -[LAUGHS]

...to sign those papers, I nearly broke up.

BRENT: How about that,

-"You look so familiar" bit? -HOWARD: Hmm.

BRENT: She was scared to death I'd recognize her.

HOWARD: What did you say she does?

-BRENT: She's a PBX operator. -HOWARD: Oh.

BRENT: I see her maybe three times a year,

including the Christmas party,

and she's always making calf eyes at me.

Oh, yeah, you're right.

You're right. I'm nothing but a dumb switchboard operator

who thought she was in love with her boss.

Well, you've done your dirty work.

You've got your proxies.

Let me tell you just one thing.

I'm gonna go to that stockholder's meeting

tomorrow, and I'm gonna tell those people

exactly what happened.

By the time I'm through with you two,

-you're gonna-- -BRENT: Hold it, Madam Chairman.

You aren't going to open your mouth

tomorrow or ever. And do you wanna know why?

Tell her why, Howard.

Because you'll go to prison if you do.

Besides the proxies,

you signed several other pieces of paper

without bothering to read them.

All totaled, you've bought and the company has paid

for over 400,000 dollars' worth of goodies.

HOWARD: That's all very illegal, Madam Chairman.

Worth, I'd say, five...

or more years in prison.

On the other hand, if you keep your mouth shut and...

go along,

we might arrange a nice fat job for you, a--

a vice presidency in public relations,

-for example. -Why not?

[BOTH CHUCKLING]

[DOGS BARKING]

Give me the file.

Wha-- what are you doing?

Collins, if you want out of here,

tell me what happened to my father,

or you'll spend the rest of your life in here.

Look, it was a simple heist.

I was just part of the muscle, that's all.

We cased his route for two weeks,

and then one day, we grabbed him at the Diamond Mart.

You took the diamonds and you killed him.

No. We had a better idea than that.

We wanted the cops looking for him, not us.

-[MAN SNORING] -Where's my father now?

[DOGS BARKING]

We hid him on the coast.

One day he broke out.

I finally catch up with him and...

he's on the edge of this big cliff.

He wanted to tell everybody what really happened.

I told him nobody would believe him,

that Dave would figure he's in on the job.

And then he started acting...

crazy.

And I-- I didn't want him pulling me down

from that big cliff with him. So I--

I left him there to cool off.

Oh, I-- I kept my eye on him. I...

watched him. But--

but he... sat there...

for two hours,

and then he started crying.

Like a-- a kid. Cried like a baby.

And, so help me,

he stands there...

looking down.

And he jumps.

Collins,

you write it all down,

including the names, and then sign it.

[ALARM BLARING]

[DOGS BARKING]

-[ALARM BLARING CONTINUES] -[DOGS BARKING CONTINUES]

GARY: I got here as soon as I could.

-What's up? -My dander, that's what.

-I'm gonna fight them, Gary. -Oh, you said on the phone

that they could send you to prison.

I don't care! I can't stand by and le-- and let them bleed

that pension fund dry because of my goofs.

The-- the-- there's millions in that fund,

and there's a lot of little people

that are counting on that money for their retirement.

Now you are being hard on yourself.

You were up against a couple of pros.

I've made up my mind, Gary. Are you in or out?

Honey,

I have been in since the first time I met you.

Come on.

Just go along with the game plan and there won't be any trouble.

Item number one on today's agenda

is a proposed audit of the pension fund.

Any discussion?

The chair recognizes Mr. Brent Bailey.

I urge a no vote.

The audit would be costly, over 300,000 dollars to start,

and I don't have to tell you what any hint of scandal

would do to the price of our stock.

Now let me tell you, ladies and gentlemen,

the pension fund is alive and very well.

-Well said. -[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

Any further discussion?

Well, then I suggest you make yourselves

very comfortable,

because I propose to speak in favor of the audit.

-Objection. -Ignore him, Cindy.

-You are doing great. -[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

[SIGHS] You see, before you, ladies and gentlemen,

a future jailbird of America.

Mr. Bailey and Mr. Callas have threatened

to send me to prison if I oppose them in any way.

But let me start at the very beginning.

You see, I live and work in Chicago

at Ballard Publishing, which is owned by Atwell.

-Will you sit down, Miss Carter? -Let her speak.

We have more important things to speak about.

-Go on, Cindy. -[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

As I was saying,

I was a girl who had a fantasy.

And part of that fantasy

included getting close to Mr. Brent Bailey,

who now wants to send me to prison.

Of course, I never thought it would happen, but...

Mr. Roarke is some kind of miracle worker,

and suddenly, everything seemed to be coming up roses.

Mr. Bailey even seemed to care for me, but...

all he really was after was Mr. Atwell's proxy votes,

which I controlled.

Did you hear that? That's not true at all.

-She's lying. -[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

Miss Carter, I insist that you stop

before you involve yourself in a slander suit.

Because of my gullibility,

Mr. Callas and Mr. Bailey got my proxy votes away from me.

You see, I was going to vote in favor of an audit,

and I had the proxies to swing that vote.

And do you want to know

why Mr. Bailey doesn't want an audit?

-I'm warning you! -Because he and Mr. Callas

have been siphoning money

-out of the pension fund! -That's not true. That's lies.

-[INDISTINCT CHATTERING] -Well, I can't prove it,

but if Mr. Atwell were here, he could prove it.

ATWELL: Atwell is here.

-And he can prove it! -[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

I like your spunk, Miss Carter. I also like the way

you handle yourself in the clinches.

As far as the pension fund is concerned,

the sooner we audit it, the better.

Mr. Atwell, where did you come from?

The office that adjoins this boardroom,

where I heard everything on closed-circuit TV.

The-- the plane crash. We all thought...

The best way to catch a thief

is not let him know that you're watching him.

So I arranged to drop out for a while

with Mr. Roarke's very able help.

Going somewhere, gentlemen?

I think you better stay.

Uh, you see those two men eyeing you so carefully?

They are police officers.

I think they might frown on your leaving just now,

you know? I think, perhaps,

you should go back to your seats. Don't you?

-Yes. -Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Sure.

Uh, enough of that, you two. There's a--

there's a stockholder's meeting in progress.

You take over, Atwell.

This chairman of the board just resigned.

[DOGS BARKING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[BARKING CONTINUES]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

How much further?

The road should be just beyond this lagoon.

[EDDIE GROANING]

There she is.

This is as far as you go, kid. I'll take that confession now.

Will you?

STACY: Michael!

No!

Help me, kid. Help me.

-I can't move. -I was gonna take you back,

hand you over with the confession.

But this is better, Collins. It's just what you deserve.

[COUGHS] You win, kid! You win. Just help me.

-Help him, Mike! -Come on.

No, Mike.

-Mike this isn't like you. -Help! Help me, please.

You came here to clear your dad!

-Or did you? -EDDIE: Help me, please.

I don't wanna die!

You help me, I tell you, I'll tell the world.

Save me! Save me!

-Mike, please! -EDDIE: Please! Please!

Please! Please help me! Please!

Please. [GASPING]

-Give me that. -[EDDIE GASPING]

MIKE: Take a hold. Now pull.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[EDDIE BREATHING HEAVILY]

-[DOGS BARKING] -GUARD: That's far enough!

[♪♪♪♪♪]

-Mr. Roarke. -Miss Cummings,

gentlemen, please.

[DOGS WHIMPERING]

What's the matter with the dogs?

They've lost the scent.

Those dogs. We left a trail from that quicksand.

Why aren't they following us?

Because they are my dogs, Mr. Collins.

Well, Miss Carter,

how did you enjoy being the boss?

I loved it.

And as a matter of fact, Brent Bailey did me a big favor.

-How so? -Well, he challenged me.

So now I'm going back to school where I can get more education

so I can qualify for a job where I can be the real boss.

Congratulations. And you, Mr. Pointer?

Well, thanks to Cindy and Mr. Atwell,

I am going to become vice president

of the Ballard Publishing House in Chicago next week.

Watch it.

There are gonna be two boss in the same family.

[CHUCKLES] Don't you worry, Tattoo.

Ours is going to be a marriage where there's only one boss.

Uh, that is, when Cindy gives me permission to say so.

[ALL CHUCKLE]

-Goodbye. -Goodbye, Mr. Pointer.

-Goodbye. -Goodbye, Miss Carter.

Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

Thank you for enabling me to clear my father's name.

You are most welcome, Mr. Jenner.

What happens to Eddie Collins now?

It has been said that the seeds of our punishment

are sown at the same time we commit the sin.

Mr. Collins will have the remainder of his life

to pay for his sins.

And what does the future hold for the two of you?

-With this behind us... -We're gonna make the remainder

of our lives as happy as possible.

Goodbye, Mr. Roarke.

Goodbye, Mr. Jenner.

-MIKE: Tattoo. -Goodbye.

-Thank you both. -You're very welcome.

Well, Tattoo,

I see you're anxious to continue with your art.

Oh, by the way, have you, uh,

informed your model how you propose to paint her?

Don't worry, boss.

I sent her a note, and I told her to meet me here.

And I told her not to worry.

My only interest is in the pursuit of my art.

Are you sure that your only interest

isn't in the pursuit of your model?

Oh, boss.

Hi, Debbie!

-Are you ready to pose for me? -Are you crazy?

Posing in this silly swimsuit was bad enough.

But if you think you're going to hang a picture

of me in some Paris museum

wearing nothing but a smile,

then you've got another thing coming.

-I don't understand. -Well, maybe this will explain.

Tattoo, have you ever thought of taking up painting

by the numbers?

[ROARKE LAUGHING]

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