Original subtitles

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[BELL TOLLING]

The plane! The plane!

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

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

ROARKE: Let's go.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Smiles, everyone! Smiles!

[BAND PLAYING]

TATTOO: Boss, this young man looks like he's ready to have a good time.

ROARKE: That he is, indeed, Tattoo.

That is Mr. Kermit Dobbs, a bachelor,

and high school art teacher from Stafford, Kansas.

What's his fantasy?

To pass the weekend with no kids around?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

In fact, he is a very dedicated teacher,

but by his own admission, a very mediocre artist.

His fantasy is to possess, for 48 hours, a real talent

so he may paint one memorable canvas.

TATTOO: Can we do that, boss?

ROARKE: With some difficulty, yes.

Such talent is difficult to find,

even here on Fantasy Island.

How did we find it?

We, uh, borrowed it, my friend,

from the only available source at this time,

a certain Mr. Patrick O'Herlihy,

who is as noted for his amorous vices

as for his paintings.

Uh-oh.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Ah.

ROARKE: Mrs. Elizabeth Blake from Elmhurst, Illinois.

TATTOO: Boss, does her fantasy include a baby?

She looks like she gonna have a baby very soon.

Very soon indeed, Tattoo.

Mrs. Blake is over eight months pregnant.

What's her fantasy?

ROARKE: A most wonderful and unusual one.

Her fantasy is to look into the future...

to see the child she would otherwise never see.

Mrs. Blake is very ill.

And she knows she will not survive

the birth of her baby.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

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

-You look lovely, Mrs. Blake. -Thank you.

Are you ready to begin your fantasy?

Yes, but I must admit,

to look into the future,

to see a time after my own death,

it's frightening, as well as exciting.

-I hope I can deal with it. -I'm sure you can.

The essential thing is to remember you are an observer.

No one will be able to see you or hear you.

I understand.

Very well then. Will you come this way?

That is your window into the future.

Look at it.

Concentrate, Mrs. Blake.

[SOFTLY] Concentrate.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

ROARKE: Concentrate.

ELIZABETH: That's my house!

And that's Steven, my husband.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

STEVEN: Here, Daddy's got you.

Now, you keep pedaling and look straight ahead.

And, remember, you're five years old today!

And a big girl like you will do just fine.

-Okay, Daddy. -[STEVEN CHUCKLES]

ELIZABETH: A girl.

I had a beautiful little girl.

Yes.

She's very beautiful.

Your husband named her Liza after you.

[ELIZABETH SIGHS]

Okay, pedal now.

STEVEN: Pedal.

That's it. Good!

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

-Daddy! -[GASPING]

Aw. Aw...

[CHUCKLES]

LIZA: Daddy, I love you.

And I love you.

[SIGHING]

They're happy, aren't they?

I knew Steven would be a wonderful father.

I am glad you're pleased.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

This is the first of three journeys

you will be making into the future.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[SIGHING]

Thank you.

[SNIFFS]

KERMIT: This collection of paintings

must be priceless, Mr. Roarke.

Van Gogh,

Monet.

Renoir.

Part of the result of a lifetime of collecting, Mr. Dobbs.

Hmm...

What have we here?

One of my favorites, Mr. Dobbs.

Tattoo painted that one.

-No kidding. -Yes.

If I could paint that well I wouldn't have had to save up for this fantasy.

Uh, well, it's nothing. I just dashed it up.

Yeah, well, take it from a real hack.

Your dash shows a lot of class.

You really don't know what this fantasy means to me, Mr. Roarke,

a guy who's been hiding his paintings in closets his whole life.

After this weekend, I'll go back to what I really am.

A lousy artist.

But satisfied and content.

ROARKE: Fine, Mr. Dobbs.

But I should remind you that satisfaction and contentment,

are qualities that arise from within one's own character.

All I can provide for you is opportunity.

And you will have to provide your own dash.

[CHUCKLES] Yes.

Well, I'm ready.

What are we waiting for?

Please have a seat, Mr. Dobbs, won't you?

Tattoo.

Um, such creative talent, as you request,

is an extremely scarce commodity.

ROARKE: It is so rare, in fact,

that it must be borrowed

from a person naturally gifted with such genius.

This brush belongs to an artist

with all sort of talents.

Right, boss?

All kinds.

[CHUCKLES] Yes.

Please take the brush, Mr. Dobbs.

Thank you.

Grip the brush.

Oh, no, no, no, no...

Very tightly, Mr. Dobbs.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Tattoo will see that you're supplied

with paints and other necessities.

You now have only to go forth

and transform your genius into a work of art.

I'm an artist?

Oh, yes.

I am raring to go. Come on, Tattoo.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

ROARKE: Are you ready for your second look

into the future, Mrs. Blake?

Oh, yes, Mr. Roarke.

Mr. Blake has moved into a new house.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Seven years have passed

since we saw Liza ride her new bicycle.

She's now 12 years old...

and, uh... there have been some changes.

Of course.

LIZA: Daddy! Daddy!

There are my boys! [LAUGHS]

ELIZABETH: There's Steve. Steve!

[SIGHS]

Who is she, Mr. Roarke?

Steven remarried six years ago.

Her name is Helen.

The twins are their children.

I guess I'm a bit jealous.

But I'm glad, too.

They're beautiful children.

HELEN: Okay, boys, say goodbye to everybody.

It's nap time for you.

STEVEN: You wanna give Mama...

-[KISSING] -HELEN: Yes...

Okay, boys, you say goodbye to everybody, okay?

Bye-bye, everybody.

Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad.

-[HELEN LAUGHS] -Sleep well, boys.

They're so well behaved.

Liza should be so easy to deal with.

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

What did she mean by that?

-Where is Liza? -We will find her.

ELIZABETH: It seems so strange to actually be here,

and yet, no one notices.

ROARKE: We are of a different time frame,

part of the past but invisible in the present.

[SOBBING]

Why is she crying?

Have you forgotten how painful adolescence can be?

How even a minor problem can become a major tragedy?

ELIZABETH: Oh, Mr. Roarke, she's grown so beautiful.

Liza, what's wrong?

Come on, dear. Come out and join the party.

People are wondering about you.

[SNIFFS] I don't care.

They're not my friends anyway.

Of course they are. They miss you.

The twins miss you, too.

No, they don't.

They have you and Daddy.

They don't care about me.

[SOBBING] Nobody cares!

I'm your mother. I care about you.

My mother's dead.

STEVEN: Liza!

Liza.

Don't you think you're being a bit unfair?

Apologize to your mother.

I'm sorry, Daddy.

[SNIFFLING] But...

Helen isn't my mother.

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

I wish my real mother could have lived!

[CRYING]

Liza.

-Liza, wait! -Mrs. Blake,

you must not try to interfere.

You will break the spell.

She needs me and I can't help her.

[SOBBING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Now what do you say to that?

Voila!

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

HUD: That birthmark! It's you!

Maybelle?

Who painted this?

I'm the artist, sir.

What is your opinion?

Get up!

[♪♪♪♪♪]

MIKE: Deborah.

Deborah.

I'm sorry that your impulsive gesture

caused the second window to close prematurely.

I'm sorry, too.

But Liza seemed so lonely and unhappy.

I have to know what happened to her, Mr. Roarke.

There's still the third window, Mrs. Blake.

But I remind you,

it's your last chance to see your child.

[EXHALES] Don't worry.

I won't do anything foolish this time.

The expression of a mother's love

is never foolish, Mrs. Blake.

I am only concerned that you do nothing

to cut short the last phase of your fantasy.

I won't, Mr. Roarke.

I'm ready.

Very well.

Several years have passed for Liza

since you last saw her.

Those years have brought about many changes.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

What are we doing in a place like this?

Oh, no!

Is that Liza?

Mr. Roarke, what's happened to her?

On her 18th birthday,

Liza could face her loneliness no longer.

She ran away from home, disappeared,

to search for the love she needs.

ELIZABETH: Love?

On this terrible street?

Oh, Mr. Roarke,

let me go to her, let me help her.

You're asking me to alter a fantasy, Mrs. Blake,

to make you an exception to my rule.

But don't you see?

I can give her love.

I can help her. I know I can.

Please.

It's the only chance I'll ever have to be her mother.

Fate has cheated you of precious years of life.

Perhaps we can bend the rules this one time.

But all I can give you is 24 hours.

-I'll make it enough. -Very well.

For 24 hours, you will be part of your daughter's future.

You will be the same age as you are now,

except you will not be pregnant.

And one more thing.

It is imperative...

that you do not reveal to her you are her mother.

I understand.

I promise.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Mr. Roarke!

Liza!

[♪♪♪♪♪]

MIKE: Are you saying that's not you in the painting?

DEBORAH: I'm not saying one way or the other.

Mike, I came here to have a good time.

Not to listen to your macho man accusations.

Well it sure looks like

you've been having your good time, all right.

How else could any other man know about that?

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Maybe the artist saw me in my bikini.

How could he, damn it?

We just got here yesterday.

How did you...

How did this artist guy...

How could the two of you...

[SIGHS]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

That really could be me.

Legs...

hair...

[SIGHING] The whole thing is... It's all so warm,

so intimate.

All the way down to my birthmark.

[EXHALES]

From all I have heard,

your painting is a tremendous artistic success, Mr. Dobbs.

Are you saying you're dissatisfied

with your fantasy?

Oh, no. No, Mr. Roarke.

I did it. I painted my masterpiece.

But right now, I wanna give you back this brush,

say thank you, and get the first plane back to Kansas.

Oh, I'm sorry. I can't possibly accept the brush.

Well, what do you mean, you can't accept it?

You have to. My health depends upon it.

Boss, he's not kidding.

Unfortunately, it is a condition of this particular fantasy

that the brush remain in the possession of the artist

for a full 48 hours,

along with all those other idiosyncrasies I mentioned.

Yes, but I'm not really the artist.

And those idiosyncrasies are gonna get me killed.

Wait a minute.

What if I give the brush back to the real artist?

Yes, that would be satisfactory, yes,

if you can convince

Mr. Patrick O'Herlihy to accept the brush.

However, you must realize that if you do,

to him will also go the attention and the credit

for painting your masterpiece.

Believe me, he can have the attention.

Now, where do I find this Patrick O'Herlihy?

Ah...

Just take the pathway

that leads from the luau area, you know where that is,

up into the hills, Mr. Dobbs.

You will find him there.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[CHUCKLING]

[WOMAN GIGGLING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Hey, little girl, looking for company?

Leave her alone, you pig!

Hey! Hey! Ow!

Hey, cut that out! Cut that out, cut that out.

You good-for-nothing, dirty, rotten pig!

MAN: What the hell is with her anyway?

Now, she's the kinda girl

that's going to close this place down.

She's gonna close this place down.

Take it easy. Come on, Rosie, this is your job. Come on.

Make nice. Go on.

[EXHALES]

Now, um, who are you, huh?

I mean, really.

Just somebody off the street.

Yeah.

Maybe.

But that's okay.

I got ways of finding out.

Come on, now.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Boss, look.

Thank you, Mr. Roarke, for my fantasy.

It's all I ever dreamed of, and more!

And it isn't even Christmas!

I am delighted, Mr. Claus.

It is always gratifying

to hear from a satisfied customer.

Satisfied? [CHUCKLES]

All these years of giving presents,

and I finally receive one of my very own.

What did you receive?

I'll show you.

Merry Christmas, everyone!

Oh, boss!

A truly magnificent gift, Mr. Claus.

I never got anything like this in my stocking.

SANTA: Just one thing worries me.

Yes. What is it?

She could catch a cold at the North Pole.

Dig deeper into the bag.

["DECK THE HALLS" INSTRUMENTAL PLAYING]

[CHUCKLING]

What is a present if it isn't gift wrapped, eh, Mr. Claus?

Thank you, Mr. Roarke!

["JINGLE BELLS" INSTRUMENTAL PLAYING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

O'HERLIHY: ♪ Have you ever been in love Me boys ♪

♪ Or have you felt the pain? ♪

[HACKING]

♪ I'd sooner be in jail myself ♪

♪ Than to be in love again ♪

♪ She was just the sort... ♪

Oh, well, now, have yourself a happy day, sir.

A question. This pen.

Would you say it's a bit of an affectation?

Not if you're a poet.

A poet, you say.

You're a discerning man.

Yesterday an artist, today a poet.

The world is a wonderful place for an Irishman!

Come, lad. Come.

And share a sip of the saint's own nectar

with Patrick O'Herlihy himself, at your service.

Ah, it's bracing, isn't it?

Have you ever noticed, laddie,

that a jug of wine divides itself into parts,

rather like a man's own mind, you know?

You sip it down to the shoulder, very serious conversation.

But about an inch more,

then comes in sad and sometimes sweet memories.

But an inch more down,

that's when you get the thoughts of old and satisfactory loves.

You know, that's what I wanted to talk to you about.

That love part.

Do you now?

[EXHALES]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

KERMIT: And that's the whole story.

Mr. Roarke explained all about borrowing the talent.

And I'll admit that part was wonderful.

Mmm.

For an hour or so,

I was an artist.

A taste of the grape, laddie? Come.

But then, what Mr. Roarke called your "idiosyncrasies"

began to catch up with me.

I can see them.

And it all begins so innocently,

just stopping by a ranch house or a resort somewhere,

offering to paint a portrait.

And the ladies, the ladies are so lonely.

It seems... It seems that ranchers

and professional football players

are always out, busy in the fields.

And you're always busy elsewhere.

Well that, lad, is a gift, like painting.

In my case, you might even want to consider it a virtue,

a humanitarian event, you might say.

It's just that I come across so many ladies

that are in the need of...

comforting.

What about those two Neanderthals

who keep mauling me?

What the hell did I paint... you paint?

A composite?

Well, now, that's a possibility, dear friend.

You know, sometimes the ladies,

bless them, God bless them all,

sometimes they do seem to blend in my memory.

Besides, it's difficult to really control

the flow of true genius.

All I want to control is the flow of my own blood.

[SCOFFS]

Patrick, take the brush back.

That's all you have to do.

Ah, laddie.

You can't imagine how heavy a burden true genius can become.

The hell I can't!

And it's your genius anyway.

I just want you to take it back.

No!

Now, I struck a bargain with Mr. Roarke.

I'm to have an entire weekend of rest,

away from my romantic escapades.

And I need it. And I plan to have...

Oh, listen. Somebody's coming.

I got you now.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[HUD GROANING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[LOCK RATTLING]

I brought you something to eat.

A condemned woman gets a last meal, right?

Oh, come on. Even Vic wouldn't...

Why did you mess things up?

Because you don't belong here.

How do you know where I belong?

I just know.

I know a girl like you

must have a father who loves her very much.

Liza,

sometimes when parents don't seem to care,

they care a great deal.

They simply don't know how to show it.

Please trust me.

Let's get out of here.

Both of us, now.

[SOBBING] And do what?

I'm sorry.

Liza, please. Let's get out of here.

I can't help you.

VICTOR: I told you to stay away.

I would hate to see you, um... disappear,

just because of some loud-mouth dame.

I felt sorry for her.

LIZA: You know she doesn't belong here.

Why don't you just let her go?

I got a thing for strays.

You ought to know about that.

Look.

Tomorrow is your big chance.

A special auction just for you.

I know that Eddie's going to be there.

He's gonna be offering big bucks for you.

We're going to split it.

You and me.

Just like I promised.

But I don't know if I'm ready for that.

Baby, there is a first time for everything.

I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna let the new dame

make up for all the trouble she caused.

We'll dress her up,

and she'll go along with you for a little moral support.

Okay?

Okay? Come on, okay?

There you go.

I've got some business to attend to.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Darling!

[SHOUTING]

You don't need to put on an act for me.

You knew I'd be here waiting for you, didn't you?

Well, the way things have been going,

-I guess I should've. -[GIGGLES]

I should probably be ashamed of myself.

I can't remember your face

or your name, but... [GIGGLES]

New Year's Eve, Country Club, last year.

Someone introduced me to this artist.

Oh, wa-- wait a minute.

This... [CHUCKLES]

This is all a mistake. You see...

You've gotta get me out of here.

Oh, silly boy. It's all right.

Hud, that's my husband...

-Yeah, I know. -[CHUCKLES]

He went hunting.

Yeah, at night.

If you can believe that.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Hud!

Mmm. Mmm...

Now he's hunting for me!

Till later, my love.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

I warn you, I'm armed!

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Hi.

You were with that football-player-looking guy.

He is a football player.

Six years all-pro.

I should have known.

Forget about him. We're just friends.

Really.

I'm Deborah.

I'm Kermit.

-I know. -Oh.

I don't understand

how you painted my picture like that.

I mean, even all the way down to my beauty mark.

I'm not too sure about that myself.

Well, I don't care.

When I looked up at that painting,

something wonderful happened.

It was as if I could see straight through it,

like I could see right into the mind and the heart

of the artist himself.

Oh, no.

Look, I'm real sorry about that.

No, don't be silly.

You know,

I could actually feel your warmth

and understanding.

Like we had known each other for a long, long time.

As if...

we had shared our love.

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

Deborah, listen.

I've gotta be honest with you.

You know that painting?

Well, it's...

It's one of a kind.

[SIGHS] I know.

No, I mean, I'll never be able to paint like that again.

You better not.

That's our experience.

It's so unique.

It's like a fantasy.

That's the word.

No, no...

The word is "wonderful."

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[DOG BARKING, INDISTINCT CHATTER]

LIZA: I'm sorry.

I guess I got us both in a lot of trouble.

Not if I can get to a telephone.

Liza, please let me help you.

I care about you. I care about you very much.

This is so strange.

I feel like I should know you.

And I believe you.

That's good.

Hold that thought

because it's true.

ELIZABETH: Oh, my baby.

If I could only tell you the truth!

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

Hello.

Hello. Steven? Steven Blake?

Yes. Who's this?

Listen. I'm a friend. Please listen.

Do I know you? Your voice, it sounds...

Listen. Your daughter Liza is in trouble.

You'll find her at 1421 Lancaster Boulevard.

Bring the police.

Police?

ELIZABETH: Yes! Hurry!

Yes. Yes, all right.

[DIAL TONE]

HELEN: Who was that?

It sounded like...

HELEN: Like who?

[♪♪♪♪♪]

No.

O'HERLIHY: Ah, the nerve of some people!

Ah, Mr. O'Herlihy.

I see you've interrupted your little vacation, huh?

Aye, I have! And a timely thing it is too, Mr. Roarke.

Now, borrowing me talent, that's one thing.

But this Dobbs person

signing his own name to my product,

well, now that's quite another!

But he did paint it.

Did he really now, Tattoo?

The signing, Mr. Roarke, was not part of the bargain.

Of course.

Your agreement to lend your talent

for a weekend free of the stress of romance

can be terminated, if you so desire.

Well, desire it, I do.

And now where do I find this Mr. Kermit Dobbs

who signs his name to my genius, drinks my wine,

and then disappears into the night

-like the thief he is? -Uh, if you'll follow me,

I think I know where to find him.

This way, please.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Why are you so unhappy?

[SIGHS] Because...

I love you.

Oh! [GIGGLES]

I love you, too!

Why should loving me make you unhappy? Hmm?

It isn't loving you.

It's the thought of losing you.

What are you talking about?

You mean Mike?

I explained all that. Don't be silly.

No, no. Not Mike.

[ROARKE CLEARING THROAT]

Excuse me, Miss Dare.

Forgive the intrusion, Mr. Dobbs,

but I think you'll be interested to know that Mr. O'Herlihy

wishes to terminate his agreement with me.

In short, you can be giving me back me box

that you tried to force upon me last night!

But... But...

I'm not sure if I want to give it back just yet.

-Eh? -Well,

there's something that I'd like to tell Miss Dare first.

Oh! Well the devil take you and your Miss Dare!

I'll be having me talent back right now!

And safe from the hands of such-- of such

a greedy amateur as yourself.

I've been looking all over for you, darling.

Oh, no!

Wait, now. Don't be telling me. It was Texas...

It was the Country Club. It was New Year's Eve.

Oh, we haven't got time for that now.

Hud has joined forces with some football player,

and they're both looking for you.

HUD: Wrong, darling.

We're through looking, you Don Juan!

-We found you. -Let's get him!

Well, seems like old times are back again! Ta-ta!

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

Why is it that

every time I get in the mood for a little romance,

everyone decides to run ten laps around the island?

[CHUCKLING]

[CLEARS THROAT]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

VICTOR: Okay, let's settle down now.

Let's settle down a little bit.

My fellow patrons in fine arts...

[CROWD GUFFAWING]

...the great moment we've all been waiting for

has finally arrived.

May I introduce, Liza!

[CHEERING]

This choice little number is being offered today

starting at $3,250.

[MEN WHISTLING]

-Do I hear $3,500? -$3,500!

-$3,500! $3,750! -$3,750.

-$4,000! -$4,000. Now we're warming up!

Do I hear $4,250?

-$4,250! -$4,250!

-MAN: $4,500! -VICTOR: $4,500!

-MAN 2: $4,750! -VICTOR: $4,750!

-MAN 3: $4,850. -$4,850!

$4,850! $4,850 once...

Eddie? Eddie, come on. What do you say? Huh? Come on.

[MEN GOADING EDDIE]

$5,000!

VICTOR: $5,000 once, $5,000 twice...

Anybody else?

Sold for $5,000 to lucky Eddie!

[ALL CHEERING]

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

[PEOPLE CLAMORING]

[GROANING]

[WHIMPERING]

[SOBBING]

Baby, this never, never should have happened!

I'll make it up to you.

I love you.

[CRYING] I love you!

ELIZABETH: She can't see me.

-Mom. -Oh, Liza.

It's okay. Shh...

LIZA: I had a friend I wanted you to meet,

but she's gone.

Whoever she was, I know this.

If it hadn't been for her,

I never would've understood.

About what, baby?

About love.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Thank you.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Miss Dare, Mr. Dobbs, how happy you both look!

And beautiful.

-I mean, Miss Dare. -[CHUCKLES]

Thank you, Tattoo.

Oh, it's been a wonderful weekend.

And now we're looking forward to a wonderful life together.

Congratulations.

[GIGGLES]

Mr. Roarke, just a point of interest.

Whatever happened to Patrick and the others?

Mr. O'Herlihy booked passage on a ship

that left rather unexpectedly last night.

The other two gentlemen

are still searching the hills, I believe.

-Isn't that right, Tattoo? -That's right, boss.

KERMIT: There's still one other thing

I don't quite understand.

When Patrick grabbed the box,

all the others thought that he...

You know. But...

Who can explain the mysteries of true love, Mr. Dobbs?

Indeed, who would really want to?

I believe you're right, Mr. Roarke.

-Thank you. -Goodbye Mr. Dobbs, Miss Dare.

-DEBORAH: Goodbye. -Goodbye.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

-Boss, I don't get it. -Hmm?

-What? -What about the beauty mark

on Miss Dare's... painting?

I happen to know that the mark was,

for lack of a better expression,

merely an ad lib by Mr. O'Herlihy.

I assure you. He didn't know Miss Dare existed.

Well, you could have told Mr. Dobbs about it.

He thinks that she... You know.

It is better this way, my friend.

Not knowing

will help him remain a most attentive husband forever.

Mr. Roarke, Tattoo, goodbye.

How can I ever thank you?

On very rare occasions, Mrs. Blake,

it is our sincere pleasure to say thank you to a guest.

Your example of courage, devotion, and love

has made this such an occasion.

Thank you, Mrs. Blake.

And now, I believe, Tattoo has a very special memento for you.

TATTOO: The future you have given your daughter.

ROARKE: Your daughter, Liza,

her husband,

and your grandson.

Oh, Mr. Roarke.

Through them I'm going to live forever.

Has anyone ever been so lucky?

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