Original subtitles

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[AIRPLANE ENGINE REVS]

[BELL TOLLS]

The plane! The plane!

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

-Good morning, boss. -ROARKE: Good morning, Tattoo.

ROARKE: Let's go.

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

[BAND PLAYS]

ROARKE: Ah, Mr. Jerome Pepper, a shoe salesman

at Latham's Department Store in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

For seven years, he's been hopelessly in love

with a young lady who works in the kitchenware department.

But he has never summoned the courage

to tell her of his feelings. Or even ask her for a date.

So, his fantasy is for her to fall in love with him?

ROARKE: Oh, no, no, no.

All he asks is that just for once,

the girl of his dreams should notice him.

TATTOO: He sounds like a very timid man.

ROARKE: Indeed.

He is a naturally shy, even self-effacing person.

And the girl he loves happens to be Miss Thalia Latham.

That's right, his boss' daughter.

I get it.

He feels like he's trying to reach for the moon.

ROARKE: And perhaps he's right, Tattoo.

We shall see.

TATTOO: Boss, I know you can do almost everything,

but if every one of those girls have a fantasy--

You and I will be very busy, wouldn't we?

-I wouldn't mind. [CHUCKLES] -Oh, I know. I know.

But unfortunately for both of us,

none of these young ladies has asked for a fantasy.

TATTOO: So, what are they doing here?

ROARKE: Because I have a very dear friend

who's something of an artist.

He has always admired the work

of the great French painter Toulouse-Lautrec.

[GASPS] Oh, boss, Lautrec is my favorite painter, too.

Really?

Well, then you will understand why I invited

the Traditional Dance Company of Paris

to rehearse on Fantasy Island.

You mean your friend wants to draw

the dancers just like Toulouse-Lautrec did

-at Moulin Rouge? -Precisely.

Boss, do you think your friend would mind

if I watch him, uh, get his fantasy come true?

Ah, Tattoo, unfortunately that is quite impossible.

I thought I'd just ask.

It is impossible because you cannot watch

yourself sketch.

Yes, it's your fantasy, Tattoo.

My gift to you. Happy birthday, mon cher ami.

Boss, my very own fantasy?

ROARKE: That's right.

Uh, you know, I would think that, uh, for just this once

you should have a drink. A small drink.

Oh, oh, oh. Over there. Over there.

And perhaps you can make someone else's fantasy

come true, my little friend.

[GIRLS GIGGLE]

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[CLASSICAL MUSIC]

Debbie. Debbie, come on over here.

Ah, that's it.

Back here against the railing, next to Bobbie.

Okay girls, you ready?

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

I heard the company needed a facility

to work out new routines for the forthcoming world tour.

So I contacted the general manager,

Mr. Alfred Gerrard, and, uh, invited him to come here.

Mr. Roarke. Hi, I'm Mark Ellison.

Ah, the director. How do you do, sir?

And you must be Tattoo, the artist.

Mr. Gerrard told me you are to be given

-the run of the house. -If you don't mind.

Oh, not at all.

-Make yourselves at home. -Thank you, sir.

MARK: Okay, girls. [CLAPS]

Let's get ready for dress rehearsal.

As you can see, Mr. Ellison has a great deal of work to do,

so make sure you do not add to his problems, huh?

He won't even notice me.

Boss, I don't take that much room.

-Boss... -Yes.

...thank you very much.

ROARKE: Mr. Pepper, I am driving you out

to the stables because this is the most important race

of Miss Latham's life.

Here we are, Mr. Pepper.

Oh, I'm sure that racehorses are fascinating animals,

Mr. Roarke, but I don't see what they have to do with my fantasy.

Oh, a great deal, Mr. Pepper.

Miss Latham has brought one of her father's horses here

to train him for the racetrack.

-She has? -Yes.

Well, it's only natural that a person of her background

should be, well, involved in the sport of kings, you know.

She has a royal bearing,

-um, a regal beauty... -[HORSE NEIGHS]

...poise, dignity, elegance.

Oh, she's only working in kitchenware

because her father wants her to learn the business

-from the ground floor up, you know. -Obviously, Mr. Pepper. Yes.

Oh, there she is now.

[HORSES NEIGH]

Um, uh, Miss Latham.

[GASPS] Mr. Roarke, how nice to see you.

Thank you.

Why, Jerome Pepper.

From ladies' shoes.

[STAMMERS] What a surprise.

Uh, I'm very surprised, likewise, um, to see you here.

As well. I mean, uh, well, I'm happy and delighted,

if you don't find that offensive.

[HORSE NEIGHING]

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Well, she noticed you, Mr. Pepper,

and recognized you at first glance.

No, she acknowledged my presence.

I mean, that you do that much

to a fly you find in your soup, I mean,

-"Hello, fly." "Hello, Jerome." -Oh, come now,

I'm sure no slight was meant.

Oh, no, it's just that she's having

serious problems with her horse Pomona Prince.

Pomona Prince?

-[PRINCE NEIGHING] -THALIA: Prince, whoa.

-Easy, boy. Easy, easy, Prince. -[THUDDING]

-Whoa. Whoa, Prince. -Very serious problems.

THALIA: Whoa, Prince.

-Easy, easy. -[MAN GROANS]

-[AGITATED NEIGHING] -THALIA: Prince, settle down.

Easy, easy. Whoa.

-[HOOVES STOMP] -[PRINCE NEIGHING]

-[SIGHS] -THALIA: Whoa.

[AMELIA LAUGHING]

-THALIA: Easy, boy. -[LAUGHS]

Oh, Mr. Roarke, that poor girl

might just as well pack up and go home right now.

Why, she knows as much about horse flesh as--

as her father knows

about running a department store. [CHUCKLES]

-Mrs. Amelia Selby, owner... -[THALIA CHATTERING]

...of the Kentucky Derby winner Satin Duke

and Selby's Department Store, Philadelphia.

Selby's? That's Latham's only rival.

We're more competitive than Macy's and Gimbels.

Uh, Mrs. Selby has challenged

Mr. Latham's horse to a match race.

One-hundred thousand dollars is at stake.

It's like stealing money from a blind man.

-[PRINCE NEIGHS] -THALIA: Easy. Easy.

Whoa. Whoa, boy, easy.

This is crazy.

And Miss Latham could be hurt very badly.

I'm afraid she has only herself to blame.

-You see, her father didn't want to accept the bet. -No?

And he was going to sell the animal,

but his daughter begged for a chance to prove

that she could get him to race and win.

Unfortunately, Pomona Prince

has put four stable hands in the hospital.

-So far. -I feel so-- so useless.

I wish I could do something somehow.

Oh, but I assure you, you can.

And you will.

Mr. Pepper, you are going to tame Pomona Prince.

You're going to make him

as gentle and obedient as a lamb.

That certainly should make Miss Latham notice you,

don't you think?

PEPPER: But you got to be joking!

I'm a-- I'm a shoe salesman, not a bronco buster.

Of that I am well aware.

Mr. Pepper, therefore I've arranged for you

to have the assistance of the ultimate expert.

Professor Oates.

-Professor Oates? -Himself.

Professor?

Mr. Jerome Pepper, may I present Professor Oates?

[PROFESSOR NICKERS]

But he's a horse.

The Professor is a remarkable animal,

Mr. Pepper.

Sensitive, highly intelligent and extremely adept

at analyzing and controlling other animals.

He can literally alter their personalities.

Oh, now hold on, Mr. Roarke.

Are you telling me that, uh, Professor Oates

is some kind of, um, horse psychiatrist?

Well, no. No, not exactly.

But I promise you Pomona Prince

will be putty in his hooves.

[ICE CREAM TRUCK APPROACHING]

[MELODIC CHIMES PLAYING]

The Professor's order, Mr. Roarke.

Oh, thank you. Thank you very much.

He is partial to tutti-frutti.

-Oh. -Right, Professor?

[NEIGHING]

What do you mean, not enough topping?

He's getting a little spoiled, Mr. Pepper.

Would you like me to put him through some of his paces?

Why not? [SCOFFS]

Would you mind holding this...

-Uh. -...Mr. Pepper?

And stand over there, please. Thank you.

Now, Professor, would you mind, uh, telling Mr. Pepper

how old are you?

One, two, three, four, five.

You see?

Uh, now, will you do a camel stretch for Mr. Pepper?

Uh, kneel and say your prayers, Professor.

Well, I think, you deserve a little nap now, Professor.

That's fantastic. [STAMMERS] It's unreal.

[NEIGHING]

Uh, there's no doubt that this animal

is a very brilliant horse.

But, uh, do you think he can really control

Pomona Prince with a bunch of tricks?

Just leave everything to the Professor.

Right, Professor, huh?

You see?

[GIRLS SHRIEKING]

[CAN-CAN MUSIC PLAYING]

[WHOOPING]

[WHOOPING]

-[MUSIC CONTINUES] -[FEET STOMPING]

[WHOOPING CONTINUES]

[GIRLS CHEER]

[GIRLS WHOOP]

[GIRLS WHOOP]

MARK: Okay. That's it for today, girls.

Full rehearsal at 8:00 in the morning.

Oh, and girls...

very nice, by the way.

[GIRLS SHRIEK]

-[FOOTSTEPS RECEDING] -[GIRLS CHUCKLE]

-[NICKERING] -Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, Prince. Whoa, whoa.

-Whoa, Prince. -[NEIGHS]

He'll settle down in time for the race, Daddy. You'll see.

He just has to have time to get acclimatized.

Seems to me, my dear,

he's already made himself perfectly at home.

-As his usual plain ornery self. -[PRINCE NEIGHING]

Uh, good afternoon, Miss Latham.

Mr. Latham, sir.

Good day, Mr. Pepper.

Daddy, Mr. Pepper is in ladies shoes.

At the store, sir.

Pepper...

Pepper. Ah, yes.

You're the one who insisted my buyers

purchase that new line of Italian wedgie.

Well, I felt very badly about that, sir.

And I-- I had no idea they were all left-footed.

And I'd like to make it up to you, sir,

by offering you the services of this gifted animal.

Services? What services?

Uh, well, um, he's, uh--

uh, like-- like a teacher, a kind of a coach.

Your horse teaches other animals?

Yes. Uh, I think

he can help Pomona Prince get a grip on himself

and win the match race.

Oh, well, he'll show you himself.

I hope.

-Professor. [CHUCKLES] -[NICKERS]

The trouble with Pomona Prince is he's a quitter,

stops dead in his tracks before the finish.

JEROME: Oh, don't worry. The Professor will cure that.

[LOW NICKERS]

I don't believe it.

It's almost as if your horse

is showing Pomona Prince where he wants him to run to.

JEROME: You're right, sir, to the finish line.

[NEIGHING]

What's he doing?

Well, I-- I swear he's calling to Latham's horse.

[NEIGHING]

Jerome, you're a miracle worker!

Thank you, Thalia.

Miss Latham, it's...

-nice to be noticed. [CHUCKLES] -[CHUCKLES]

Did you see what he did, Skelly?

That nag just turned Pomona Prince

into a pussycat.

And that pussycat can run like greased lightning.

What are you gonna do about it, ma'am?

Not me, Skelly. You.

And I don't wanna know what you have to do,

so long as we win.

[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]

Qui est là?

Who's there?

[MUSIC STOPS]

-[APPLAUDING] -TATTOO: Bravo. Bravo.

Bravo. Bravo.

Don't stop, please. You are wonderful.

-Who are you? -My name is Tattoo.

-What's your name? -Solange.

Solange Latignon.

You startled me. I thought I was alone.

You danced beautifully. Are you with the troupe?

No. I'm not really a dancer.

Not yet.

But someday.

I look after the costumes.

After so much dancing, you must be hungry.

I'm starved.

Well, it's time for dinner.

Will you do me the honor? Please?

[KISSES]

SOLANGE: I want to dance. I am a dancer.

Mr. Ellison promised to audition me,

but he keeps putting it off.

You're a wonderful dancer. I wonder why.

I'm not sure.

I know he likes me.

In which way?

As a director or-- or as a man?

Sometimes the way he looks at me,

I think...

Show me, please?

It's me.

But, Tattoo, you've made me beautiful.

I draw what I see.

SOLANGE: I see the Lautrec influence here...

but there's a more modern style,

an excitement all your own.

You should be in Paris painting and selling.

You're wasting your talent here.

Nothing is wasted on Fantasy Island.

You're very kind, Solange. Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

I would like you to pose for a formal portrait in oil.

Solange. There you are.

I've been looking for you.

How's the little artist?

Very well, thank you.

She's the perfect model.

Good.

She's also a very valuable member

of our troupe.

-I have plans for her. -TATTOO: I'm glad to hear that.

She's a wonderful dancer.

I'm sure,

but right now it's her wonderful needlework

I'm in need of.

Solange, I hate to break this up.

But all the new costumes have arrived

and none of them fit.

[SIGHS] I'd better get to work.

Good night.

Thank you, my dear. I'll be right along.

Lovely, isn't she?

[SPEAKING FRENCH]

And very young.

I'm waiting for her to grow up...

like Gigi in the song.

Is that why you won't let her dance?

Tattoo, I like you and I want for us to be friends,

but I can't have you putting ideas into her head.

Now, I will take care of Solange's career

when she's ready.

In the meantime...

I think you should stay away from her.

I think it's best for both of you.

Good night.

AMELIA: Oh, Emmett.

What do you say about doubling our bet?

Or have you lost all faith in your daughter's judgment?

Two-hundred thousand?

-Mm-hm. -You're on.

-[CHUCKLES] Good. -I'll take your money, Amelia,

the same way I take away your customers.

Customers we don't want.

You should've accepted my offer to buy you out.

There's not room for both of us in Philadelphia.

I couldn't agree more.

Oh, Emmett,

once I set my heart on something,

I usually keep after it.

See you around after Satin Duke

has made Pomona Prince just a memory.

Hello, Mr. Pepper.

Why so forlorn?

Don't tell me Miss Latham failed to notice you again?

Oh, no, no. She noticed me, all right.

You know, for a moment, I thought she was even glad to see me.

But then she backed off. Like always.

I can't make her out, Mr. Roarke.

And I'm beginning to think I was a fool to hope

that a poised, sophisticated department store heiress

like Thalia Latham could ever be interested

in the likes of me.

-[CHUCKLES] What... -THALIA: Mr. Pepper.

The Professor, he's gone.

He should be waiting at the finish line

to make sure Pomona Prince finishes the race.

What?

Uh, you have precisely 32 minutes

in which to find him,

then I must start the race as agreed.

I'm sorry. You'll excuse me?

Mr. Pepper, we've got to find him.

Come on.

ROARKE: Mademoiselle?

My name is Roarke. I am a friend of Tattoo's.

-How do you do, sir? -Very well, thank you.

Uh, Tattoo's birthday is tomorrow.

I'm planning a surprise for him.

And, uh, I was hoping to arrange a little party with your help.

He enjoys your company very much.

-Did he tell you that? -Oh, yes, yes.

I see.

You must be very close, you and Tattoo.

He's a very dear friend and a fine person.

I'd like his birthday to be a very, very special occasion.

-I'll help in any way I can. -Oh--

Well, here he comes now. Uh, we'll talk later, huh?

And thank you.

-Bonjour, Solange. -Hello, Tattoo.

Do you still want me to pose for you?

Very much.

SOLANGE: I should be finished here in a few minutes.

Let's meet at the waterfall.

TATTOO: What about Mr. Ellison?

I don't want you to get in trouble.

I do my work.

How I spend my own time is none of his business.

[CHUCKLES] I'll see you soon then.

[FOOTSTEPS RECEDING]

Professor!

THALIA: Mr. Pepper.

You promised me that the Professor

would be waiting there at the finish line.

And when Pomona Prince sees that he isn't there...

he'll probably quit and then--

No, no, no, please, please.

Well, they must've been delayed.

-[WHIMPERS] -I'm sure we can find them

if we just remain calm, Miss Latham.

-Uh, you're... -[SNIFFLES]

Well, you're too efficient and capable a person

to carry on like this.

[SIGHS]

Jerome, I am not efficient or capable. I'm useless.

Oh, sure, I bluff pretty good, but daddy's never fooled.

That's why winning this race was my last chance

to show him that I could do something right.

Jerome. You've got to help me, Jerome. I need you.

I need your strength and your confidence.

You think I have strength and confidence?

I've admired you for seven years.

I've admired your intelligence, your business sense,

the way you face up to problems.

But I was afraid to approach you for fear that you might find out

I lack the qualities that you have.

[SIGHS]

Oh, I'm sorry, Jerome. I didn't mean to embarrass you.

-Please forgive me. -Oh, Miss Latham. Thalia...

I've always wanted to reach out to you, but...

I never felt worthy.

But now that we've finally noticed each other,

I have to inform you that, uh,

I'll never let you go, and for a very good reason.

I love you.

And I love you, too.

Oh, Jerome.

[GASPS] But we've got to find the Professor!

Oh!

-Where could he be? -Where could--

Oh, Mr. Roarke. Oh, please help us.

How can we find the Professor

before Thalia has to forfeit the race?

Oh, I'm so sorry. I wish I could oblige.

Wait. Let me think. Let me think.

He can't be far away.

There must be some way to find him.

[ICE CREAM TRUCK MUSIC PLAYS]

-ROARKE: Oh, what a pity. -[TIRES SCREECH]

The Professor's going to miss his daily treat.

Tutti-frutti.

Tutti-frutti. Come on.

-Hey, wait, wait! -[TIRES SCREECH]

Help! Somebody help.

[GRUNTS] Stop. Wait. I've been hijacked.

What are you doing? Come back here.

ICE CREAM MAN: Help!

Stop! Stop!

Mr. Ellison, please. I don't need an escort.

When are you gonna start calling me Mark?

[SCOFFS] All right. Goodbye, Mark.

Now wait a minute, Solange. I want to talk to you.

Just for a couple of minutes, okay?

I'm sorry, I have a date.

Oh?

-With who? -That's none of your business.

And please stop treating me like a child.

Solange, you're absolutely right.

I have been overly protective

and the reason, I guess, is that you're important to me.

Let me have a fresh start. From now on,

I am gonna treat you like a woman.

What do you say?

I'd like that.

Good.

MARK: There's just one thing.

It's an old, coming-of-age tradition

to seal it with a kiss, hm?

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

It's nearly, uh, post time.

Yes, Mrs. Selby, I'm quite aware.

This is your big day, Prince, remember.

Your friend the Professor, he'll be waiting for you

at the finish.

[PEOPLE CHATTER]

Uh, let us be certain you both understand the rules.

Uh, the first leg of this race

will be cross-country, over two miles.

The horses will turn at the mile mark

and head for the finish line.

Well, one of them will, anyway.

Are you ready, gentlemen?

[CROWD CHEER]

THALIA: Jerome, do you really think

we can find the Professor like this?

Well, if he hears us, he'll let us know.

Please hear us, Professor.

Professor, tutti-frutti.

Come on. Get your tutti-frutti. Please.

JEROME: Professor, tutti-frutti.

Professor, come and get your tutti-frutti.

[NEIGHS QUIETLY]

[CHIMING MUSIC CONTINUES]

Professor, please come get your tutti-frutti.

I beg you.

[NEIGHING]

-[PROFESSOR NEIGHS] -It's the Professor.

[PROFESSOR NEIGHING]

THALIA: Look!

[NEIGHING CONTINUES]

[MUFFLED SCREAMS]

We got roughly three minutes to get him to the finish line

or Pomona Prince will never be crowned king.

Oh, Professor.

EMMETT: Come on, Prince. Come on, Prince baby.

-Oh, well. [CHUCKLES] -MAN: Where's the other horse?

The race isn't over yet, Emmett.

[SCOFFS]

EMMETT: What's he doing? He stopped.

He is looking for his friend, Mr. Latham, the Professor.

[NEIGHS]

Oh, no.

-[ICE CREAM TRUCK APPROACHING] -[CROWD CHATTERING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

Here, Prince. Come on, boy.

Here's the Professor. He's waiting for you.

-THALIA: Come on. -JEROME: Here he is.

THALIA: Come on, Prince.

-[NEIGHING] -THALIA: Come on.

THALIA: Attaboy. There he is.

Come here. Come on, Prince.

Here's the Professor. Attaboy!

Go get him, Prince. Come on.

-Yeah, boy! Yeah, boy! -Come on, Prince.

EMMETT: Come on, get him. Come on, come on.

Go. Go. Go. Go.

[THALIA CHEERING]

THALIA: Attaboy!

-[NEIGHING] -THALIA: Yeah!

-[CROWD CHEERING] -Yeah!

[CHEERS]

[CROWD APPLAUD]

-Oh, Amelia, it's not that bad. -[SOBBING]

It's only 200,000.

Oh, it's not the money, Emmett.

You must understand, Mr. Latham.

Uh, Mrs. Selby has been a widow for many years,

running a huge department store on her own.

I know that.

She's been after my store most of that time.

ROARKE: Not the store, Mr. Latham.

That is not what she has set her heart on.

[WHIMPERING]

Is that true, Amelia?

Oh, Emmett, you're the only man I ever wanted for a partner.

But I wanted you to respect me as a winner.

I do respect you.

I thought you saw me only as a business rival.

-Oh, no. -You were right.

There isn't room

for both our department stores in Philadelphia.

So how does Latham and Selby sound?

How about Selby and Latham?

[BOTH LAUGH]

[CHUCKLES]

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

What are you doing here?

Oh, just working things out.

Boss, is it wrong to wish that someone had never come

to Fantasy Island?

[SIGHS]

Are you referring to Miss Solange Latignon?

Does she mean that much to you, Tattoo?

Mm-hmm.

Is that wrong? I mean, her and me?

Only you can answer that, Tattoo.

As the poet Burns says,

"We can never see ourselves as others see us." You see?

I don't think she got me confused

with Robert Redford.

For once in my life I don't know what to say to you, dear friend.

Today is your birthday,

I wanted to give you something that would make you happy.

Instead, this fantasy, I'm afraid, is...

[CLICKS TONGUE]

Oh, it's not your fault.

Well, I can't help feeling badly, Tattoo,

and now-- now I have to make matters even worse.

The island council has called a special meeting this evening.

I must attend.

You want me to cover for you?

Well, I hate to ask you to work on your birthday.

Oh, that's all right, boss. It will keep me occupied.

Thank you, Tattoo.

All right, let's say about, um, eight o'clock, huh?

Okay, boss.

"For you.

Happy birthday, Tattoo."

[SNIFFLES, CLICKS TONGUE]

[BELL TOLLS]

ALL: Surprise!

[SINGING] Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, dear Tattoo

Happy birthday to you

-All right. -[ALL CHEER]

Forgive my little ruse, my friend,

but, uh, we wanted to surprise you, right?

ALL: Yeah.

Now before we continue with the festivities,

there is someone I want you to meet.

Come this way, will you?

Uh, Tattoo, this is Mr. Alfred Gerrard,

general manager of the Traditional Dance Company

of Paris. He wants to buy some of your sketches.

-My honor. -It is my honor. I assure you.

And this--

this is really extraordinary work.

Thank you.

And this young lady. Is she one of our dancers?

Uh, no, sir. [CHUCKLES] Not exactly.

But she's a better dancer than I am a painter.

I would like to see her.

You are about to, Mr. Gerrard.

Many happy returns, Tattoo.

This is for you.

[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING]

[ALL APPLAUD]

Young lady, that was an astounding display.

You have a rare and natural talent.

-What's your name? -Solange Latignon, monsieur.

Enchanté.

Mr. Ellison has, uh, had his eye on Miss Latignon

for some time, I understand.

ALFRED: Oh, really?

Why didn't you tell me this, Mark?

Well, actually, sir, I was waiting for her to, um...

Honestly, sir I was not aware of what I had.

ALFRED: I see.

Well, Miss Latignon,

we must discuss your future over breakfast tomorrow morning.

-Right, Mark? -Yes, sir.

Excuse us.

Coming, Mark?

Tattoo, could we talk?

Sure. Excuse me, boss.

Tattoo...

I found this.

That's why you didn't show up today.

You saw me with Mr. Ellison.

You don't have to say anything.

But I want to. He tricked me.

I was trying to get rid of him so I could be with you.

Please believe that.

Solange, I believe you.

You know how much I want-- need to dance.

Well, it's your big chance now.

No. I'm not going on the tour.

I'd like to stay here with you.

Solange, I cannot let you do that.

Give up your career for me.

Tattoo, I happen to think

you're more of a man than anyone I know.

And with a paintbrush in your hand,

you're a giant.

No one has ever made me feel that way before.

[SIGHS]

-It's not going to work. -Don't say that.

Solange, you're born to dance.

I cannot let you waste such a gift.

You must dance for the world.

And when you perform in a big city,

I'll be dancing beside you.

Not this me.

But the me inside.

He's a terrific dancer.

Oh, Tattoo.

Mademoiselle, Tattoo, I hope I'm not intruding.

-Not at all, boss. -Uh, Miss Latignon tells me

you wish to paint her portrait, Tattoo, in oil.

Uh, you mean now?

Well, she's leaving tomorrow, am I correct?

[SIGHS]

Well, then, Toulouse-Lautrec

often worked throughout the night.

And I can't think of a lovelier setting, Tattoo.

Eh, would you mind coming here, Miss Latignon?

Thank you. Let me see.

Yes.

Yes, I think that's very, very nice. Huh, Tattoo?

Well, Tattoo, what do you think?

Toulouse-Lautrec, eat your heart out.

[BOTH LAUGH]

Thank you, darling.

[CHUCKLES] Mr. Roarke.

Uh, what can I possibly say, Mr. Roarke?

You have a rare talent for turning losers into winners.

Well, Mr. Frank Sinatra says, "All of us can be winners."

To think that Jerome and I wasted seven precious years

afraid to talk to each other.

Emmett and I wasted a lot more than that.

All the more to make up for, Amelia, with our merger.

[CHUCKLES] Oh.

It just goes to show,

never fear to speak what's in your heart.

That is the only way

that lonely people can truly find each other.

[AMELIA CHUCKLES]

-Bye, Mr. Latham, Selby. -Bye.

-Miss Latham, Mr. Pepper. -JEROME: See you.

Thank you, Tattoo.

Mr. Roarke, I feel like a thief.

You gave Tattoo a fantasy. And I took it over,

used it to make my dream come true.

You did not take it, Miss Latignon.

Tattoo gave it.

A fantasy is always better

when you can share it with someone.

Tattoo, please, don't forget me.

Never.

Adieu, Solange.

Perhaps one day she will return to the island.

Maybe not, but she will never leave me.

Thank you, boss.

You gave me a fantasy I can keep my whole life.

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