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[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[BELL TOLLING]

The plane! The plane!

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

-TATTOO: Good morning, Boss. -Good morning, Tattoo.

-Let's go. -[♪♪♪♪♪]

Smiles, everyone, smiles.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

ROARKE: Miss Sheila Richards,

a gifted student of modern dance.

The gentleman with her is her teacher,

Mr. Franklin Adams, once a celebrated choreographer.

He has guided Miss Richards

from the moment she entered his class

at the Manhattan School for the Deaf.

You mean Miss Richards is deaf?

Yes, from birth.

But, boss, how can she dance when she cannot hear the music?

ROARKE: Only by watching a metronome,

or her teacher's hand signals.

Which makes it impossible for her

ever to perform professionally.

That is why Mr. Adams' fantasy is for Miss Richards

to hear for the first time in her life.

But, Boss, when her fantasy's over,

she's not going to be able to hear anymore.

-That's cruel. -Cruel?

Is it cruelty for Mr. Adams to give someone he loves

the chance to realize an impossible dream,

if only for a moment?

-You mean, he loves her? -But he hasn't told her.

So, you see, Tattoo, Mr. Adams' fantasy

may prove cruelest of all to himself.

This much is certain.

The lives of Miss Sheila Richards

and Mr. Franklin Adams will never again be the same.

TATTOO: Who is that guy in the sharp-looking jacket?

ROARKE: Mr. Evan Wadkins.

You see, Tattoo, Mr. Wadkins is a compulsive gambler.

Oh, that's too bad. Who's that little girl?

His daughter, Miss Amy Wadkins.

She's only eight-years old, going on 30,

if you understand my meaning. Her life with her father,

although he loves her very much, has been, shall we say, unique.

Don't tell me his fantasy, boss. He wants to be a big winner?

Precisely.

And his daughter's fantasy is for him to stop gambling.

But, boss, how can you fulfill both fantasies?

With a great deal of difficulty, Tattoo.

No offense, boss,

four to one that you don't pull off both fantasies.

My dear guests...

I'm Mr. Roarke, your host. Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

ANNOUNCER: The last few runners moving into line.

Oh, Dr. Maybe is set, as is Zim Zam.

The flag is up, and we're ready for the start.

And they're off! Underfoot going into the lead

with Chocolate Charlie second. Kitty's Boy third.

Then Scrap Heap is fourth, followed by Prince Harris.

Ray's Rule is next, Arnie's Dream,

and the trailer, White Comanchi.

White Comanchi? He hardly got out of the gate.

Look at him. He's dead last!

Come on, you old hay bag, what's the matter with you?

Wake up, White Comanchi, this is race day!

ANNOUNCER: ...the Arnie's Dream, Prince Harris

and still last, the long shot, White Comanchi.

Oh, I knew this dumb fantasy wouldn't work.

ANNOUNCER: The field continues down the back stretch.

There's a half-mile to go. And Chocolate Charlie now...

-Not for me. -ANNOUNCER: Zim Zam moving up

second with Underfoot back to third. Ray's Rule...

Sorry, Mr. Roarke, not even you

could make a lifetime loser into a winner.

Do not be too hasty, Mr. Wadkins.

The race isn't over yet.

ANNOUNCER: And the distant trailer is still White Comanchi.

Coming to the top of the stretch,

Zim Zam now draws off by two lengths.

Chocolate Charlie is second. Ray's Rule

is dropping back third. And from the back of the pack,

White Comanchi is starting to move.

Zim Zam in front.

But on the far outside, here comes White Comanchi!

-Go. -The big white horse is third...

-Go, baby. Go, go, go! -...and moving into the leader.

Zim Zam on the rail, White Comanchi on the outside,

and down the stretch they come. It's Zim Zam on the...

He's going to do it. Mr. Roarke, White Comanchi's going to do it.

...coming on to challenge and here's the finish.

White Comanchi, the winner by two lengths.

[INDISTINCT CHEERING]

-White Comanchi at 25 to one... -It's a miracle.

...coming from last for the victory.

I'm a winner...

and at 25 to one odds!

We won!

We won!

Mr. Roarke, can I talk to you?

Oh, most assuredly, Miss Wadkins. What is it?

Cards on the table. Are you doing a number on me?

Number?

I paid you seven good dollars for my fantasy.

So you did.

Then what are we doing in a horse parlor?

Patience, Miss Wadkins.

The weekend is still young.

Excuse me, Miss Wadkins.

-Mr. Wadkins... -ANNOUNCER: First call

for the third race.

Mr. Roarke, you're the greatest.

Uh, Mr. Wadkins, have you had lunch?

No, no. I never eat while they're running.

Oh, I see. And has your daughter acquired your ability to go

without meals?

EVAN: That kid...

not a word, not a complaint.

Hey, doll, you look like a winner to me.

Hey, man, I am. You should see my father.

We're on our way, kid.

There are gonna be 1000 races at 100 tracks this week.

And with the way I'm feeling, I'm gonna clean up

at every one of them.

-Bye, Tattoo. -Goodbye.

ROARKE: To look upon the ocean, is to confront the infinite.

Do you enjoy the view, Miss Richards?

SHEILA: It's...

very beautiful, Mr. Roarke.

But, frightening, too.

I guess...

I needed this vacation

more than I realized.

Miss Richards, I want you to look out

-to the horizon... -Look at me.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I want you to look out...

to the horizon,

where the sky and the Earth meet.

Look into infinity...

and believe in the impossible.

Believe.

Look, look.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Listen now, Sheila Richards.

Hear the voices of the Earth.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[SEAGULLS SQUAKING]

I hear you, seagull!

I hear me!

I hear everything!

You did not tell her your real reason

for bringing her to Fantasy Island,

-did you, Mr. Adams? -No, Mr. Roarke.

I didn't want to build up any false hopes.

Are you sure that is all you fear, Mr. Adams?

Do you not also dread the possibility

that being able to hear, will change her

from the child you taught to dance,

into a woman who may no longer need you?

A woman...

whom you love?

That has occurred to me, yes.

I hear!

I hear you, ocean!

I hear you! I hear you roaring at me!

-[SOBBING] -FRANKLIN: Sheila!

Yes, I hear you, Franklin! I hear!

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[ANNOUNCER SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Excuse me, boss.

Hello, Mr. Roarke. You want to see me?

Uh, Yes, Miss Glenn. Uh, this is Miss Amy Wadkins.

May I impose upon you

to drive her back to her bungalow?

What's she doing in a place like this?

Sweating out the fifth at Pimlico. I'll get my dad.

That's the child you told me about?

Yes, Miss Glenn.

-Her father's a gambler. -You might say so.

Well, they couldn't possibly have any part of my fantasy.

Patience, Miss Glenn. Trust me.

Would you believe it?

Five in a row. It's almost too easy.

Uh, Mr. Wadkins, may I present Miss Margo Glenn?

How do you do?

How do you do?

Miss Glenn's going to drive us back to the bungalow.

Well, sure. Sounds good to me.

Let's go.

ANNOUNCER: Last call for the sixth race at Pimlico.

Herb, keep an eye on him...

for now.

If he tries to run, we'll break his legs.

MAXIM: Three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

A one, two and reach.

And five, six and reach. And one to the front,

a five, a six and back. One.

Pam, you're not with it. What's wrong?

Nothing, Max. I'm all right.

A one, a three, four, watch your space.

Seven, eight and a one, two, three and a four,

five, six, a seven, eight. And a one, two.

A five, six, and seven, eight. And a one, two.

Lift up, five, six, seven, eight. And a one, two,

three, four and push.

Six, a seven, eight. A one, to the front.

-A five six and back... -You ready, Sheila?

Oh, Franklin, I'm so scared.

Maxim Leonard is the greatest choreographer

in the whole world.

Now, you listen to me. You're gonna dance for him

and you're gonna be great.

Mr. Roarke has arranged for this audition.

And all your years of study have prepared you for it.

MAXIM: Up. Five, six, a seven, eight.

A one, two, three, four, five and hold.

Okay. Take a five, and we'll go again from the top.

-Excuse me, Mr. Leonard. -Mm-hmm.

I'm Franklin Adams and this is my pupil,

Sheila Richards.

Oh, yes.

I've heard a great deal about your work, Mr. Adams.

Thank you and it's nice of you to see us.

Oh, not at all. I was delighted when Mr. Roarke told me

you were bringing someone special

to dance for me.

Uh, what would you like to do for us today, Miss Richards?

Well, I thought, perhaps,

an excerpt from your last production,

using your choreography, Mr. Leonard.

Fine, I'm flattered.

And I have that arrangement on tape.

You don't have to speak so loudly. I can hear.

-I'll take that. -Oh, thanks.

[SIGHS]

Sheila, what are you doing? You've warmed up already.

Now listen, you've rehearsed this selection 100 times.

There's only going to be one difference.

I don't need to watch you for my tempo.

-That's right. -Are you ready, Miss Richards?

Yes, I am.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

-What is it, Miss Richards? -Yes, I-- I'm sorry.

What's wrong?

The music is 1000 times more beautiful

than I ever thought it would be.

Oh, Franklin, thank you for giving me this chance.

Mr. Leonard, everything is going to be fine now.

-[BUTTON CLICKS] -[♪♪♪♪♪]

[ALL APPLAUDING]

ROARKE: Do you not also dread that being able to hear

will change her into a woman who may no longer need you?

-[♪♪♪♪♪] -[BIRDS CHIRPING]

Hey, Daddy!

-Oh! -Sorry, honey.

MARGO: Thank you for inviting me.

-EVAN: It was Amy's idea. -Oh, then I'll thank Amy.

No.

I'll thank Amy...

for bringing you into my life.

Amy says you travel a lot,

especially since her mother died.

We get around.

-It's a good life. -For a child?

I'm sorry. I-- It just came out all wrong.

[SCREAMS]

Amy!

Daddy! Help!

Daddy!

Daddy!

Daddy!

Don't panic, honey.

Don't panic.

[SCREAMS]

Honey, you all right?

Amy!

You promised to teach me to swim.

[SIGHS] I will, I will.

Here. Here, put this around her. Come on, Amy. Here.

Okay. Get her back to the bungalow

and get something warm in her stomach.

Come here.

-Okay? -Yeah.

-She's not bad, you know. -Hey, do I pick your dates?

Gambling is a sickness. Evan Wadkins needs help.

Then help him.

-Me? -Yes.

What can I do?

He can't even cope with parental responsibilities.

Love is simply his excuse

for forcing his lifestyle on that poor child.

Indeed. And, uh, what happened to your fantasy, Miss Glenn?

A young, dedicated social welfare worker

sees nothing but broken homes and unfortunate children,

and then she wishes, just once...

to become involved in a case that has a happy ending to it.

I invited you here to live out that fantasy,

not to come between a father and his daughter.

I'm not asking for a refund.

I am asking that you understand that

I have responsibilities, too.

The minute that plane lands in the States,

I am going to be forced to take custody of Amy Wadkins.

That's your prerogative.

But since you have graciously declined to ask for a refund,

I consider it my duty,

uh, to continue my efforts in your behalf.

That is your prerogative.

-Ah, good evening, Tattoo. -Good evening, Mr. Franklin.

Have you seen Sheila this evening?

She's still rehearsing at the theater with Mr. Leonard.

Oh.

Thank you.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Good evening.

Oh, Franklin, I've got great news.

Maxim wants me to appear

in the special charity performance

tomorrow night. Isn't that great?

You brought me a wonderful talent, Mr. Adams.

Yes, I know.

Listen, we haven't eaten all day.

They're having a clambake on the beach tonight.

-Why don't you join us? -Oh, please do, Franklin.

I'm so happy and I want you to be happy with me.

I am, Sheila. I really am.

It's just that I'm a little tired, so...

why don't you two run along, all right?

-Are you sure? -Mm-hmm.

Okay.

-See you later. -Bye.

It's very hard, isn't it...

to watch those we have loved

and nurtured as children grow up...

and no longer need us?

Sheila is an innocent.

Maxim Leonard is a sophisticated man

of the world and...

-why, she could get hurt. -Perhaps, Mr. Adams.

Growing up is often painful.

But Mr. Leonard is a gentle, honorable person.

I'm sure they'll be kind to each other.

It's just a passing infatuation.

Sheila's going through some, sort of, a traumatic experience.

She'll come back to me when it's...

When the fantasy is over, Mr. Adams?

When she returns to that silent universe

in which she depends so entirely on you?

Is that how you wish to claim her?

I don't know.

As God as my witness, Mr. Roarke, I-- I don't know.

ANNOUNCER OVER TV: Coming to the quarter pole, Million Dollars has the lead...

Two thousand, Glory Hound. Eighth, Los Alamitos.

-Glory Hound? -Uh-huh.

Uh, that girl sure is interested in you.

Amy? Yeah. She's a good kid.

No, I mean that tall, pretty blonde.

Keeps trying to find out how much money you bet

and how often you bring the kid in here.

Asked me, asked my boss.

What is she, some kind of investigator?

EVAN: Why'd you do it to me, Mr. Roarke?

I paid you for a fantasy,

and you stuck a child welfare worker on my tail.

ROARKE: I stuck no one on your tail, Mr. Wadkins,

I assure you.

What am I yelling at you for?

Those welfare people already took Amy from me.

And I've been going crazy ever since.

When I got the idea to come here,

I borrowed the money and I conned them

to let me take Amy on a great weekend.

And, of course, you had to promise to abstain

from any and all sorts of gambling. Am I correct?

Well, then you created the problem, Mr. Wadkins,

-not I. -But I always create problems.

That's why I wanted to come here.

All I need is one big winning streak

to do something decent for that kid and it's happening.

Are you, um, I believe the expression is...

uh, doing a number on me, Mr. Wadkins?

All I want, Mr. Roarke, is to do the right thing for my kid.

-That's all I ever wanted. -Wonderful.

Well, then let's find Miss Glenn.

We'll all sit down and talk things over.

I'm sure we can reach an amicable agreement.

In fact, I might venture to suggest

that perhaps the lady has come to like the father

-as much as the daughter. -Oh?

-Yes. -Hey, that's great.

I like her, too. Yeah.

So, I'll see you back here?

Where are you going, Mr. Wadkins?

To play the seventh at Pimlico.

You find Amy and Margo

and I-- I'll meet you back here, okay?

Uh, Mr. Wadkins...

I strongly urge you to stop now.

You are carrying a considerable amount of money.

Am I on a winning streak or not?

Oh, you are. However...

there are many ways to lose.

Not when you're hot, Mr. Roarke. Not when you're hot.

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

Hey! Hey! Hey, what's going on?

Ben!

It ain't Santa Claus.

That's 'cause you're Santa Claus.

And you're gonna

-stuff my stocking, right? -Sure, sure.

I couldn't have done it without your stake.

[CHUCKLES]

And...

there's the interest.

Is this your idea of peace and goodwill?

It's all there, Ben. Check it out.

The rest, Santa baby. All of it.

This is mine.

BEN: Well, that's what makes life interesting. [CHUCKLES]

You know, it's a difference of opinion.

I'm through chasing you around.

And from now on, I'm your banker.

You want to play the ponies,

I'll dole out your money, not mine.

Ben, listen to me.

I took the money that you lent me to buy a fantasy,

just to get a stake, not for me, for my daughter.

I'm going to leave her here. I'm just going to take off.

Every story's better than the last, pal,

but I got to admit, this one's a real corker.

Ben, don't clean me out. This money is Amy's dowry.

Fantasy Island is a great place for a kid.

And with this money, Amy's got something

to look forward to when she grows up.

Sorry, Santa.

All right, come on. Give me the money.

Come on!

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

Now, hold it right there.

Now, give me the money.

Ben...

this belongs to Amy.

No more playing around. Give me the money.

[GRUNTS]

You must have won every race today...

but you're still king of the losers.

[CAR HORN BLARES]

[DOOR SHUTS]

Your father must have stopped for a drink with some friends,

perhaps decided to sleep over.

Mr. Roarke, you think my father is in trouble, don't you?

Miss Wadkins...

you are a very bright

young lady, so I will be perfectly frank.

He was seen with two men, strangers to the island.

Have you any idea who they might be?

-No, sir. -No? I see.

Well, I'm sure he's still on the island.

I will call you as soon as I find him, huh?

In the meantime, I want you to get some rest.

Frankly, sometimes I don't know what to do with my father.

I've tried everything. Nothing seems to work.

Parents can be a terrible strain, you know.

Okay, come on. It's time to go to bed.

Amy... I have an idea.

I know you don't like foster homes but...

well, maybe you'd consider living with me?

I don't have anyone to come home to, either.

Thank you, Miss Glenn.

I'm sure that would be very nice

but without my father, I don't much care what happens.

[SIGHS]

Look at me, Amy.

People are surprised when I think like a man.

Do you know that?

When Mr. Roarke gave me my job, I looked for work everywhere.

But everyone...

they acted like if I was a little boy.

[SOBBING] You're not a boy, you're a man!

Your father may look like a man...

but inside...

he's a boy.

If you understand that...

then you can understand him. Right?

[MAXIM CLAPS] Okay, this will be a final run-through.

Let's clear the stage, please.

Places, everyone. We'll take it from the top.

Are we ready?

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[SCREAMS, SOBS]

God, Sheila, what happened?

-Sheila, what's wrong? -Sheila, please. Sheila?

-MAXIM: What's wrong? -FRANKLIN: Sheila, please.

Sheila please...

-Sheila, what is the... -[GASPS]

Let her go.

What's wrong with her? Franklin, what is it?

Please, I beg you. Let me take care of her.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Sheila! Sheila!

ROARKE: You know she can't hear you, Mr. Adams.

I've been searching for her all night.

-The fantasy is over, Mr. Adams. -Oh, no.

It can't end that quickly. It just can't. It's too cruel.

Well, you should have thought of that in the beginning.

I beg you.

Give her back her hearing permanently.

I'll pay you any price you ask.

Even if the price is that she leaves you

to be with Mr. Maxim Leonard?

Yes, even that.

Please, Mr. Roarke. Make her hear.

I'm sorry.

There are limits beyond which even my powers cannot reach.

Uh, however, there is some consolation.

Since she is once more deaf,

Miss Richards will need you, not Mr. Leonard.

No, no, no.

I don't want her dependence. I want her happiness.

Oh, my God. What-- what have I done?

Help me, Mr. Roarke.

Very well.

You are a teacher.

You must know that there are many voices in nature

which all may hear if they but listen with the heart.

Go to her, Mr. Adams.

Teach her to listen from within.

-Sheila. -[SOBS] Oh, Franklin,

I can't hear anymore.

Oh, Sheila. Sheila, I'm sorry.

But you've enjoyed the gift of hearing for a short,

beautiful time.

Don't cast that experience aside now in sorrow

as though it had never happened.

But-- but I can't hear.

I can't dance

if I can't watch someone give me a beat.

Now I'll never be able to dance with Maxim and his company.

[SOBS]

I'm back where I started!

You're not the same

and you never will be again, Sheila.

But try to remember what it was like to hear.

Poets say that, "Whoever hear the bells of Notre Dame,

carry the memory of that sound forever in their soul."

You've heard the world, its music.

Concentrate.

Search deep within your memory.

Search and listen.

I s-- sense something.

Not music...

or the wind or the sea.

It's like a rhythm.

[CLICKING]

[FOOTSTEPS]

MAXIM: Three and a four, five.

A six, a seven, eight. A one.

I think I always heard it before, here.

In my head.

But I never really knew what it was

until I could really hear.

It-- it's gone.

It stopped.

Describe it to me.

It's...

like a vibration.

A pulse.

Here.

A small area of bone in her forehead

is sensitive to sound waves.

Miss Richards one of the rare, fortunate individuals

who, although deaf,

have the capability to pick up rhythmic vibrations.

Sheila,

Maxim and the company are waiting.

Wait.

How do I know

I'll be able to pick up all different tempos?

My dear,

you would never have learned how to dance at all

unless you had courage.

Use that courage now, Sheila.

Trust in your skill.

And perhaps, this strange, new sense will work for you

like a built-in metronome.

Oh, Franklin...

if I dance well...

if it works...

Maxim will want me to go on tour with him.

-And I won't see you anymore. -Yes, of course, you will.

When the company comes to New York,

I'll attend every performance.

And I'll tell everyone you're my greatest discovery.

This awkward, pigeon-toed, little girl who had transformed

into a dancing star, who conquered the world!

-You will? -Yes.

You really think it's possible?

I think...

there's a chance, yes.

But, first, you must conquer yourself.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Mr. Wadkins!

Stay away, Mr. Roarke.

You cannot possibly run out like this.

Your daughter's on the way here.

I don't have a daughter.

I'm not equipped for that kind of job.

You see what a mess this fantasy's turned out to be?

You were going to send me home a winner?

This will teach you to stay out of gambling, Mr. Roarke.

-It's for pros, only. -Daddy!

Daddy!

Please, get her out of here, please.

Dad, you're safe!

Sure, I'm safe.

Look, princess,

we've always been straight with one another, right?

Let me go.

Stay here with Mr. Roarke and Tattoo.

They'll give you the kind of life I never could have.

You weren't running out in that rubber boat, were you?

You'd never make it.

I'd take that action if I had a dollar,

which I don't.

Mr. Wadkins...

this may come as a surprise to you,

but I am the biggest gambler you've ever met.

You failed to recognize that fact

because I don't dally with small-time action.

I bet on the big game, Mr. Wadkins.

I bet on people.

It's too bad that you never tried that.

Betting on yourself, on your future.

Put a wager on life, Mr. Wadkins.

That's where the real action is.

You don't understand.

None of you do.

Gambling is...

is excitement, the kind you don't get anyplace else.

ROARKE: Stop!

Do you want excitement, Mr. Wadkins?

Do you want action?

Very well, then.

Pull that lanyard.

If the engine starts...

I will stake you to another fantasy.

You can win all the races you desire.

If it doesn't start...

you must give up betting on horses or anything else...

forever.

That motor already started once. You heard that.

This is some sort of trick.

Well, then don't pull the lanyard, Mr. Wadkins.

What's the matter, Mr. Wadkins?

The fantasy's over.

Hey, did I ever tell you

I've got the greatest dad in the world?

Hey, did I ever tell you I agree?

Boss, you tricked him.

You know they empty the gas tank

on all the small boats every night.

Details, Tattoo.

Please don't bother me with mere details.

-Good evening, Mr. Adams. -Ah, Mr. Roarke.

Have you and Miss Richards worked everything out?

-You mean on a personal level? -Uh-huh.

-Yes, we have. thank you. -Oh, that's good.

But whether she'll be able to dance, well...

heaven only knows.

Oh, it does, Sir.

Believe it.

Heaven does know.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[ALL APPLAUDING, CHEERING]

Bravo! Bravo!

Bravo, my darling.

Bravo.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[CHUCKLES]

Well, I hope all your differences

-have been resolved. -I don't know.

A social worker and an ex-gambler?

-That's a long shot. -Want to bet?

Bet? Bet? What's that?

[ALL CHUCKLE]

-Goodbye, Mr. Roarke. Thank you. -Goodbye, Miss Glenn.

-You're very welcome. -Bye, Tattoo.

Mr. Wadkins. Goodbye, Miss Wadkins.

-Bye. -Bye, honey.

-[CLEARS THROAT] -What's that?

Our wager.

You bet

that I would not be able to make both their fantasies work.

Four to one, remember?

Shall I tell you about the time I broke the bank at Monte Carlo?

I saw that one.

Thank you. [CLEARS THROAT]

I want to thank you both for my fantasy.

As you know, Sheila left early this morning

-for the world tour with Maxim. -Indeed.

I have seldom seen two people so blissfully happy.

She will never forget you for giving her a new life.

Oh, thank you for saying so, Tattoo. I'll miss her.

But fortunately, I have my work to keep me busy.

Well, goodbye, gentlemen.

Oh, uh, I almost forgot, uh, Mr. Adams.

Uh, could I impose upon you for a very special favor?

-Absolutely. -Uh, Tattoo.

Come on. It's time to go.

This young lady lives here on the island.

She has just won a scholarship to a school

in New York, where you are going.

Uh, would it be too much of an inconvenience

to ask you to look after her on the trip?

Why, no. Not at all.

Her name is Elena Amalgar.

Will this be your first trip from home?

ROARKE: I'm afraid she can't hear you, Mr. Adams.

You see, the scholarship she won

is to the Manhattan School for the Deaf.

She will need all the poise and confidence

-you can give her. -Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

I understand.

Elen...

my name is Franklin.

Franklin Adams.

It'll be difficult to say at first.

It usually is to most people, but you'll master it...

and a thousand other things that

that will open up the world for you.

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