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[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[BELL TOLLING]

The plane! The plane!

Smiles, everyone! Smiles!

-[BAND PLAYS] -[GIRLS GIGGLING]

TATTOO: Look at that king-size cowboy. Who is he?

ROARKE: The gentleman behind that big smile

is Mr. B.J. Farley,

known to his friends as Big Jake.

He's also a man after your own heart, Tattoo.

How so?

Mr. Farley is one of the world's wealthiest men. Uranium.

What's his fantasy? To, uh, will me all his money?

No, Tattoo, that is your fantasy.

Mr. Farley has journeyed all this way

to meet the woman whom he credits

as the inspiration for his success.

Her name is, Miss Valeska De Marco.

Valeska De Marco, the prima ballerina?

Boss, she was the best dancer in the world

and she disappeared.

Eight years ago.

Uh, you see, Tattoo, just before Miss De Marco disappeared,

Mr. Farley, then a down-and-outer,

sneaked into a ballet house to avoid the rain.

Miss De Marco was onstage.

Well, he took one look at her and fell madly in love.

He decided then and there to make something of himself

so that he could someday meet her as an equal.

Boss, you found her? She's here on Fantasy Island?

Indeed she is, my friend.

And Mr. Farley is not only going to meet her

for a tea I arranged this afternoon,

but he is also going to see her dance.

Boss, something tells me that the cowboy and the lady

are going to mix like oil and water.

ROARKE: Ah, Miss Betty Foster, the private investigator

who hails all the way from Toledo, Ohio.

Her, a private eye? Boss, you must be kidding.

Oh, I'm quite serious, Tattoo.

Hmm. What's her fantasy?

A rather modest one, my friend.

She simply wishes to crack her first big case.

Unfortunately, the rest of the world

refuses to cooperate.

-Oh! -What?

Yes, you see, Miss Foster

was graduated as a private detective

more than a year ago, and, uh, until now,

no one has ever trusted her to handle a case.

Boss, what school did she go to?

One of those correspondence schools.

You know, the kind that advertises

on the back of matchbook covers.

Boss,

you gonna give an amateur like that a real case to crack?

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[SIGHS]

Okay, out with it, Mr. Roarke.

I mean, I've only been here four hours

and already you've transformed me into a...

-A contessa. -Something like that.

What's going on?

Patience, Miss Foster,

the explanation will be forthcoming shortly.

TATTOO: Here she is, boss.

Contessa Christina Kastronova, may I present

Miss Betty Foster, the detective we discussed.

A bona fide contessa.

Boy, it's a real honor to meet you, Your Contessaship.

Gee, I-- I don't know whether to bow or-- or

or to kiss your hand or to shake it.

[CHUCKLES] A simple handshake will do.

Have you filled Miss Foster in?

Uh, not as yet, Contessa. Please sit down, won't you?

Ah, well, briefly,

Miss Foster, the Contessa is here

for the reading of her cousin's will.

Mr. Duncan Devereaux, her cousin,

mysteriously disappeared from aboard his yacht

one year ago. The Contessa believes...

he was murdered.

Really? Why?

Duncan was both an expert sailor and swimmer.

Look, during a small shipboard party,

Duncan merely strolled out on deck

and he's never been seen since.

And you think someone on board

that yacht for the party killed him?

Yes. And my fantasy is to find out which one.

With Mr. Roarke's help,

everyone who was at the party is here on the on the island

for the reading of the will.

ROARKE: Uh, I must interject at this moment that, um...

that both you ladies should realize that

the closer you get to finding the possible murderer,

the more your lives...

will be in danger.

I can't turn back now.

And you, Miss Foster, do you still wish to proceed?

Danger is my business.

Well, excuse me, Tattoo.

Well, in that case,

I had better explain the rest of your transformation.

You see, while henceforth you will be the Contessa,

the Contessa will be your private secretary.

But if it's a reading of the will,

there'll be relatives there. I-- I-- I mean,

won't they know that I'm not her?

No, I don't think so.

You see, I haven't seen any of my relatives

since I was a child.

Well, I-- I guess it'll work.

I guess my only question is, why do we need the masquerade?

Yes, um, perhaps you'd better explain.

I received two letters warning me not to show up.

Meaning, the Contessa,

or in this case, anyone posing as the Contessa,

is liable to meet the same fate as her late cousin

if she shows up for the reading of the will.

Uh, do you still wish to proceed, Miss Foster?

Well, like I said,

danger is my business.

[QUARTET PLAYING]

Say, y'all know "Yellow Rose of Texas"?

It goes something like, uh... [HUMS]

You don't know it, huh?

-Oh, howdy, Mr. Roarke. -Hello, Mr. Farley.

Boy, I'm so nervous, I could eat a horse.

Oh, there's no reason to be nervous.

-There ain't, huh? -No.

Well, how do I look?

Kind of like a pink ribbon tied around a prize hog, ain't it?

You look splendid, Mr. Farley.

-You think so? -Really. Splendid, yes.

You know, I don't cotton to being something that I ain't.

But a fancy lady like Miss Valeska,

she's used to real gentlemen, you know.

Oh, please relax, Mr. Farley. Relax.

-Yeah, sure. -Um...

Ah, Miss De Marco...

may I introduce Mr. B.J. Farley.

How do you do?

Uh, well, um, have a pleasant interlude.

Uh, Mr. Roarke informs me you're from Texas.

Mm-hmm.

Is anything wrong, Mr. Farley?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, no, ma'am! Good afternoon.

Isn't it a lovely day?

Yes, yes, it's-- it's lovely.

Oh, excuse my manners, ma'am, um,

how'd you like to get the load off your feet, huh?

I got it. I've got it. I mean, have a seat.

Oh! [CHUCKLES] Yes, um, thank you.

You're welcome, ma'am.

What's your pleasure, ma'am, tea or champagne?

But I got liquor too if you like a real snort.

[LAUGHS] Well, I'll tell you,

I could use a little champagne. Thanks.

Excuse me, sir.

Hey, fill her up, partner.

The little lady and me's mighty thirsty.

[CHUCKLES] Um,

I think he wants you to sample it first.

Oh, yeah, right.

Uh, say that's good stuff.

Hey, let me see that.

"Dom Per-gin-non. 1957."

Ain't you got anything fresher, partner?

Um, here, leave the jug.

Uh, we'll summon you if we need you.

Yes, sir.

Uh...

Mr. Farley, I really do want to thank you

for being my patron. Mr. Roarke has explained to me

how you invited the six top dance critics

to watch me perform. I-- Uh, I'm very appreciative.

Think nothing of it, ma'am.

I'd have invited 600

if that's what it took to see you dance.

You're very kind and optimistic.

Eight years is a long time, I--

I hope I don't disappoint you.

Ma'am, there ain't no way in this world

that you could disappoint me.

Say, tell me,

I hope you don't mind if I get a mite personal, but,

how come no feller ever come along

and hog-tied you?

I mean, uh,

how come a lovely lady like yourself ain't hitched?

Uh, married?

Well, my life has been devoted to dance.

Uh, there really hasn't been time for anything else.

We got us a saying down in Big D.

-Yes? -That iffen a gal

waits too long for her knight in shining armor

-to come riding by... -Mm.

...she's just liable to have to clean up after the horse.

[LAUGHS]

I tell you something, Mr. Farley,

I really do enjoy your company. It's so relaxing.

-[DRIPPING] -Thank you, ma'am.

Oh! [LAUGHS]

-WOMAN: Excuse me. -Yes.

Valeska, it's time to resume rehearsal.

Oh, yes, well...

goodbye for now, Mr. Farley. And, uh, thanks.

Hey, just call me Big Jake.

All my friends do.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

ROARKE: Well, here we are, ladies.

BETTY: I hope I can pass as the Contessa

and the Contessa pass as my secretary.

TATTOO: Don't worry. It will be a piece of cake.

BETTY: What a creepy place.

ROARKE: Uh, yes, however, Mr. Devereaux's will stipulates

that, uh, it be read here at Black Cliff Manor,

uh, precisely one year

to the day of his unfortunate, uh, demise.

Cousin Duncan used to say that Black Cliff Manor was haunted.

[CREAKING]

-He was kidding, I hope. -I hope so, too.

-Well, Tattoo? -Well, what, boss?

[CREAKING]

Ah, Mr. Roarke.

I see you finally arrived.

And which of you two ladies is cousin Christina?

I am.

Charmed.

I'm cousin Nicky.

They, uh, say we used to play together as children.

Uh, yes. Uh, that-- that's right.

Before black became beautiful,

I was the black sheep of the family.

Don't know where that leaves me now.

[CLEARS THROAT] Who's she?

Um, that is my private secretary.

-Uh, Lois. -Fifi-- Uh, Lois.

Follow me and I'll introduce you to the others.

We were just having a drink when you arrived.

Uh, lady and gentlemen,

it is a great pleasure for me to introduce you

to cousin Christina on my immediate left,

and her private secretary, Lois.

Christina, this is cousin Sylvia.

Next to her, we have Samuel Blade,

Duncan's former business partner.

And last, but not least, we have Mr. Algernon Pepperhill,

cousin Duncan's lawyer and now executor to his estate.

Hi, everybody.

What I mean is,

how nice to see you all.

A drink, cousin Christina?

Uh, or should I address you as Contessa?

Christina will suit me just fine.

And as for the drink, no thanks.

It has been a very long journey for our two ladies.

I suggest they repair to their rooms and freshen up.

Uh, Contessa, Miss, um, Smith...

uh, may I show you the way, please?

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

Boss, I don't like this place.

Yes, it is rather eerie, isn't it?

Now that we took care of the ladies,

-why don't we get out of here? -Oh, no, no, no, no, Tattoo.

One of us must remain and look after our guests.

I nominate you.

Oh, come, come, Tattoo. There's nothing to fear.

I would stay myself, but, uh,

you know that's impossible with all my other obligations.

Uh, however, if you should need me,

why there's always a telephone.

Right, boss, right.

Well, I guess you're right. There's, uh, nothing to fear.

Nothing.

And besides, uh, Betty and the Contessa may need me.

Thank you, Tattoo. Your devotion to duty

is exceeded only by your bravery.

Ah, lovely old place. Lovely.

-[WIND HOWLING] -[THUNDER RUMBLING]

Boss! Uh, uh-- Boss.

Lovely place, yeah. Lovely.

[SCREAMS]

Mr. Roarke. Oh, Mr. Roarke.

-Mr. Roarke! -Yes, yes.

Oh, boy, was I a calamity.

About as refined as a nearsighted buzzard

-at a church social. -Oh, calm yourself...

-You can't believe-- -...Mr. Farley.

No, no, please, please, please, calm yourself.

-[SIGHS] -Now,

what is this you're talking about?

-The tea with Miss Valeska. -Yes.

[SIGHS] I poured champagne all over everything.

Made a real clown out of myself.

Oh, come now, Mr. Farley.

I'm sure it wasn't as bad as all that.

-It wasn't, huh? -No, as a matter of fact,

I just spoke with Miss De Marco on the phone

and she told me that your meeting was most enjoyable.

-She did? -Yes, she did.

-Really? -Really.

Then maybe I didn't hurt my chances any worse

-than they already were. -Chances?

Look, Mr. Roarke,

I know Miss Valeska and me is about as much alike as a...

blue jay and a crow, but I'm still gonna try.

Try?

I love that little lady, Mr. Roarke.

And I got my Stetson set on marrying her.

Now wait.

Now wait, Mr. Farley. You didn't tell me that

marrying Miss De Marco was your fantasy.

I'm sorry, Mr. Roarke.

But it's been my whole fantasy ever since

I first laid eyes on her.

And there ain't nobody or nothing

gonna keep me from marrying up with her, Mr. Roarke.

Nobody.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

-[CRUNCHING] -[GROANS, PANTS]

-[BUTTON CLICKS] -It's no good.

I'm sloppy. I'm terrible!

You're simply too tired.

You have been rehearsing a great deal.

No, it's my legs. [PANTS]

They're no good. It was too long.

With a talent like yours, nothing is ever too long.

I am an athlete.

My muscles are supposed to be musical instruments.

-Shall we go back to work? -No!

Oh, Valeska De Marco, a quitter. I don't believe it.

I have no choice.

Well, face reality, Valeska. Eight years have gone by.

Your savings, they've run out.

I wish to God I had the money to give you.

I don't take charity.

You'll soon be forced to

unless you buckle down to dancing.

Selena, you have just seen me.

I can't do it.

For your very own sake, my dear friend...

-try, -[SIGHS]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

Rather than reading the entire will at this time,

I think I'll just summarize it.

That is if there are no objections.

Very well then.

Um, simply put...

Duncan Devereaux left an estate of ten million dollars

to be divided equally among the four of you.

The will also stipulates that,

uh, should any of the, uh,

beneficiaries die before probate,

then the dead person's portion

is to be divided among the survivors.

SAMUEL: Well, then...

and I am speaking theoretically, of course...

if there's only one survivor...

at the time of probate...

the entire ten million goes to him...

or her.

Correct.

[SIGHS] But of course, uh...

such an eventuality will never come to pass.

If you mean foul play from one of us,

I mean, after all, we're a loving family, right?

Right.

Certainly.

Positively.

Of course.

-[THUNDER RUMBLING] -[SCREAMING]

NICKY: The window! Somebody give me a hand.

SYLVIA: Oh, I wish I'd stayed at home.

[WINDCHIMES RINGING]

[SYLVIA SCREAMS]

SAMUEL: Try the lights.

BETTY: Everybody stay calm!

They don't work.

Candles. Let's find some candles.

NICK: I'll look upstairs.

SYLVIA: Nicky, I'm coming with you.

BETTY: Let's check in the library.

I've gotta find a phone and call the boss.

BETTY: We'll go find some candles.

It's so dark in here. I'm blind as a bat.

[SCREAMS]

The phone must be somewhere here.

Oh, hey, I-- I-- I found some matches.

-[GASPS, SCREAMS] -[GLASS SHATTERING]

What was that? Who is here?

It's only me.

I have some good news and some bad news.

What's the good news?

The good news is, I found the phone.

The bad news is...

the wire's been cut.

I'm gonna go and get the boss.

[PHONE RECEIVER CLATTERS]

-[THUNDER RUMBLING] -[WIND HOWLING]

[WIND HOWLING]

[GUNSHOT]

BETTY: That was a gunshot!

SAMUEL: Where did it come from?

From there!

[SYLVIA SCREAMS]

He's dead.

The will is gone.

-[♪♪♪♪♪] -[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[WOMEN SINGING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-[EXCLAIMS] -Open it.

Todd, but what are you doing here on the island?

Well, I've just been following you around.

What else is new? Here you go.

Oh!

It's lovely.

Valeska, why don't you give up this pipe dream, this--

Just comeback? Marry me. We can be back in Boston

in time for the opening of the-- the Todd Sinclair Art Museum.

Remember that Renoir collection that I was trying to buy?

-I've got it. -Mm-hmm.

-Am I the next? -I hope so.

I've been trying to get you to marry me for years.

Say yes. We can be out of here in an hour.

Oh, always the same.

Men falling madly in love with her.

Todd has been following her for years

and now that cowboy.

Oh, Big Jake is a man of many qualities.

[CHUCKLES] What difference does it make?

Valeska has only one love, the dance.

And if she fails tomorrow, what then?

What happens to a butterfly when you pull off its wings?

She will die inside

and she'll end up marrying Todd.

But it won't matter.

If she fails tomorrow, it will kill her inside.

-[WIND HOWLING] -[THUNDER RUMBLING]

Well,

we do seem to have a killer amongst us.

Question is...

who?

Why doesn't someone call the police?

The telephone wire is cut.

And in this storm, nobody can make it down

the cliff for help.

Let's face it folks, we're stuck.

The Contessa's right.

I suggest we all retire to our rooms

and lock the doors until morning.

Hopefully, this storm will pass by then.

Good night.

Guess he's right.

Wait for me. Nick!

A killer on the loose and they're going to bed.

Where are we going?

To lock the Contessa in her room

and then have a look around.

What happens now?

Well, with mayhem in the air, I just might need an equalizer.

[GASPS]

What's wrong?

My gun!

I had it in my purse.

Somebody must've stolen it.

Oh!

I'm some kind of detective.

I even get my own gun ripped off.

Don't worry. You still have me.

Thanks, Tattoo.

Gee, I guess I'm blowing it.

All my life I wanted to be a detective.

I was a real Nancy Drew freak.

I read every one of her books at least six times.

And I did so much to prepare myself.

I even took karate lessons.

You know karate?

First in my class.

What am I gonna do, Tattoo?

Well, uh, first find the will and then you get your killer.

That's ridiculous.

-Why? -'Cause I've got the will.

[PAPER RUSTLES]

I glommed onto it when the lights went out.

What for?

To read. Always check the fine print.

That's chapter three in my correspondence course.

You better get some sleep.

Good night.

[SIGHS]

The will must be here somewhere.

-[CREAKS] -Shh.

B.J.: Just so y'all got choice seats,

I bought out this entire performance.

So, you know, just, kind of,

spread out and look like a crowd.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Hey! You there,

I didn't see you come in here. Let's see your ticket.

I-- I don't have a ticket.

-Uh, then you'll have to leave. -Oh, please let me stay.

I just have to see Valeska De Marco.

My dance teacher says,

Miss De Marco is the greatest since Pavlova.

-Out! -Please.

Hey, hey let go of her, partner.

I bought out this entire shootin' match here.

She stays.

-[STAMMERS] -Hey, come on. [WHISTLES]

Come on, partner, mosey on outta here.

-Thank you, mister. -You're welcome, ma'am, uh...

-mind if I join you? -No.

[SIGHS]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

-[GASPS, WHIMPERS] -[GASPS]

[MURMURING]

Valeska, get up! You must get up!

[WHIMPERS, SOBS]

I can't do it anymore. I can't.

[WIND HOWLING]

Good morning, Contessa.

I made some coffee. Would you care for some?

No, thanks.

-Where is everybody? -Now, that's a good question.

Pepperhill has met his maker, of course.

But now it seems that

dear Sylvia has disappeared.

-Disappeared? -Also, Sam Blade is missing.

He, uh, went out last night to check the road conditions

and hasn't come back.

At least he's nowhere in the manor.

I'll go outside and have another look for him, uh,

as soon as I finish my coffee. [GROANS]

Mm. Come, sit down.

Oh, um... [CLEARS THROAT]

where is your friend, uh, Miss, uh...

Smith. She's, uh, She's in her room.

Smith.

Surely you could have thought up a more original alias than that?

What do you mean?

What I mean is that you're no more the Contessa

than I'm a choirboy.

You're wrong.

-My name is-- -I assume that your friend,

Lois Smith, is my real cousin?

I, uh, I-- I don't know what you're talking about.

Stop lying, my dear.

You're too nice and too normal to be a part of this family.

Who are you?

You're...

You're afraid of me, aren't you? Ah.

Well, that's understandable but...

you really have no reason to be.

I, uh... [CLEARS THROAT] ...I think I'd,

uh, better go outside and see if I can...

find Blade, uh,

you, uh-- you take care now, uh...

it'd, uh...

be a shame if anything...

happened to you.

[DOOR OPENS]

[WIND HOWLING]

-Sylvia's missing. -What?

And Mr. Blade's missing, too. And--

And Nicky Devereaux knows who you really are.

He says we don't have to be afraid of him and...

he's really, kind of, nice, but I don't trust him.

I don't trust anybody in this creepy place.

Give me your hand.

Contessa?

-Any news of the Contessa? -No.

It's crazy! She--

she can't have vanished into thin air!

What's happening here?

Where is everybody? Where have they all gone?

I don't know, but I think we should go

-before we're gone, too. -No, Tattoo, we can't.

I'll never be a private eye

if I run away from my first case.

-Follow me. -Where to?

[BOTH SCREAM]

Contessa!

-What are you doing in there? -Turn around. You'll find out.

-[BETTY GASPS] -You!

You are supposed to be dead.

A ruse, my little friend.

I faked my own murder

so I could be free to imprison the real Contessa...

Mr. Blade, Miss Devereaux and her brother.

That's my gun you have.

What are you going to do with us?

Well, first,

I am going to cage you up with the others.

Second...

you, uh, you see that door there?

It holds back the sea.

When I open it at high tide,

this entire chamber will be flooded.

Then when the tide recedes,

I'll make sure your bodies are washed out to sea

and lost forever.

Just as Duncan Devereaux's body was

when I pushed him off his yacht.

Now, move it!

Uh-- uh,

just in case you're interested, Mr. Pepperhill,

I know why you're doing this.

Really?

-Well, let's hear your theory. -It's not a theory. It's fact.

I read the will last night. All of the fine print.

So you're the one who stole the will.

There's a special proviso.

If all of the heirs are dead, the entire estate

goes to his faithful friend, lawyer and business manager.

Namely, me.

Mr. Pepperhill,

I arrest you for the murder of Duncan Devereaux.

[CHUCKLES]

-Stand back or I'll shoot. -CONTESSA: Be careful, Betty.

Go ahead and shoot. That gun is loaded with blanks.

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

[SCREAMS]

CONTESSA: Betty! On your feet!

-NICKY: Yes, get up! -[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

[BOTH GRUNT]

[ALL CHUCKLE]

TATTOO: Hey, you're an amazing girl.

[LAUGHS]

There's just gotta be something I can do for her, Mr. Roarke.

No. No one can help her dance again as she once could.

But I just can't let her run off with that there Todd feller.

She'll wilt to seed, frettin' her heart out.

Do you have any specific plan in mind, Mr. Farley?

No.

Uh, then perhaps you would consider entering

into a slight, uh, conspiracy with me.

You just show me the way, partner.

[RATTLING]

Hey, look, we have a plane to catch. Now get that thing

out of the road. What's it doing there?

We can't.

Sorry about that, feller.

Uh, I'm sorry, Mr. Sinclair, it's part of a guest's fantasy.

A middle-aged man who was 4-F during the war

and wants to be a hero. I'm terribly sorry.

We are out of gas. You better call the tank club.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

-Listen. -Hmm?

-That music. -Yes?

That ballet was written for me.

Who could be using my music?

Well, why don't you go inside and find out for yourself?

SELENA: That girl, she was at the performance yesterday.

She's very good for a child.

Yes.

Tighten your penchée.

Tighten them.

No, don't look down. Your audience is out here.

You're shifting your center of weight.

No, continue. Continue.

Your spotting and turns are quite good.

But you're drooping your elbows.

No, no, no, more extension.

Yep, this is where you belong now.

Lady, ain't you got any idea

how much dance savvy you got stored up inside

that pretty little head of yours?

Well, you gotta share it

with young'uns like the girl there.

Oh, you mean, uh, teach?

Oh, no I-- I couldn't.

What in tarnation do you think you've been doing just now?

Well, I-- I just didn't want to see

such a talented child make mistakes like that.

That is what teaching is all about.

Look, you could open your own school.

I'll build you a whole string of schools,

-if that's what you want. -Why would you do that for me?

Well, uh...

you see, all these years, I've been

mooning about some fantasy girl.

I been chasing rainbows, you know...

and I didn't know whether she was a dream or real.

Now I know.

She sure is real.

Valeska, my dear...

we have to catch that plane.

-Well-- -Excuse me, ma'am.

-[CLATTERING] -B.J., don't!

Go find your own parade!

[LAUGHS]

Dang it all, ma'am.

Can't you see I'm through pussyfooting around with words?

I wanna herd you back to Big D on my arm.

I'm asking you to marry me.

Uh, well, do you own a Renoir or a Picasso?

No, ma'am. But I got me three Cads and a Mercedes.

Oh! Oh, uh,

don't ever stop working, my dear.

If you want to be a dancer, you've gotta work hard.

Now, uh, where did you say this, uh, Big D was?

Just a mite south of heaven, ma'am.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

-Thank you so much. -Goodbye, Contessa.

-A pleasure. -Tattoo.

-Thank you. -Blade,

-goodbye. Pleasant journey. -Thank you.

-Miss Devereaux. -Thank you very much.

-a great pleasure. -Thank you.

-Goodbye. -Well, Mr. Roarke,

I guess I'm not cut out to be a detective.

Now, well, perhaps you're being too hard on yourself,

-Miss Foster. -No, I'm not.

I mean, when a girl can't even hold onto her own gun,

it's time to hang it up.

But at least I can get my old job back.

And what is your old job?

I was a counter girl in the fast food franchise

called Hippity Hot Dog.

Well, isn't that a coincidence.

You know, my brother, Duncan, was majority stockholder

-in Hippity Hot Dog. -He was?

Well, that's right. And, uh,

I'll be taking the company over now.

You know, the trouble is,

I need someone with experience to help me learn the ropes.

Um...

Would you be interested?

Well... [CHUCKLES]

We could, uh--

We could talk it over in the air.

Okay.

-[CAR APPROACHING] -[GRAVEL CRUNCHING]

Well, where are the two of you headed,

-if I may ask? -To eight and plum.

Eight and plum?

Yes, that's eight miles outside of Dallas

and plum into the most beautiful countryside

you have ever laid your eyes on.

-Goodbye, Mr. Roarke. -Goodbye, Madame.

-[CHUCKLES] -Bye, Tattoo.

Thanks, Mr. Roarke,

for making my fantasy last the rest of my life.

You know something? You're a good old boy.

Thank you, Mr. Farley.

-See you later, Tattoo. -Bye.

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