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[♪♪♪♪♪]

The plane! The plane!

-Bye-bye. -ALL: Bye.

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

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

Mr. Roarke, good morning.

-Good morning, Julie. -Hi, Julie.

Good morning.

Ah, would you mind if I don't come with you

-to the plane? -Why?

Well, Tattoo asked me to locate a horse

for Ms. Talbert's fantasy.

Ah, yes. Ms. Talbert, who wishes to lead

the Charge of the Light Brigade.

Boss, she's over 300 pounds.

You're absolutely right, Tattoo. A 300-pound woman

doesn't sound like a "light" brigade, does she?

And I am certain a horse would agree.

Well, Julie, continue your quest

and, uh, report all progress to me, huh?

Oh, I will, Mr. Roarke.

-Bye-bye. -Good-bye, Julie.

Shall we, Tattoo?

[PEOPLE LAUGHING]

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

ROARKE: Ms. Sally Harris,

a telephone answering service operator.

TATTOO: She's cute. What's her fantasy?

To meet the man of her dreams.

Or to be more precise, three men.

She's in love with three men?

ROARKE: In a sense, she is, Tattoo.

You see, Tattoo, Ms. Harris knows them,

and yet she doesn't know them.

They all know her, and yet they don't know her.

In short, none of them has ever met face to face.

It's very complicated.

ROARKE: If complicated were the worst of it,

Ms. Harris would not be about to face

the most difficult period of her life.

TATTOO: Oh, what nice kids. They look happy.

ROARKE: Mr. Jason Martinique and his sister Beth

have not seen each other in many years.

Not until today.

Martinique, that sounds familiar.

Yes, they are the children who,

after being shipwrecked on the north end of Fantasy Island,

were adopted and raised by Mr. Martinique.

Martinique.

Isn't he the farmer and his housekeeper

-who died such a horrible death? -Yes, Tattoo.

Their fantasy is to find out what actually happened

on that fateful night when Mr. Martinique

and his housekeeper were murdered.

Unfortunately, they will find that...

some events are best left unknown.

Particularly, this one.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Well, this is where we must part.

You will find signs leading to your uncle's house

along the route.

Thank you, Mr. Roarke, I remember the way.

Before you go, I must remind you

that despite the consequences, you are on your own

once your fantasy begins.

Regardless of the outcome,

it cannot stop until it has reached

its own conclusion.

Oh, we'll be all right.

-Won't we, Jason? -Sure.

I can't wait to see the old house.

Remember one thing,

whatever the circumstances...

you do have each other.

Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

-Bye-bye. -Good luck.

Thank you.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

SALLY: Hi, it's me, Ben. Only one message today.

Your shirts are ready.

BEN: Oh, Sally, it's hopeless.

Nobody's gonna buy my screenplay.

SALLY: Don't say that. It's a good story.

You're a good writer. Just be patient.

You have to give it a little time, Ben.

-Ms. Harris. -Oh, Mr. Roarke, hi.

You seem nervous. Is something bothering you?

I've been thinking things over.

It was a mistake coming here,

and I'd better leave before it becomes a disaster.

Those three men are gonna take one look at me

and know I'm not who they thought I was

over the telephone.

And they'll be right. I'm just a put-on, Mr. Roarke.

-Uh, may I? -Oh, please.

Ms. Harris, you must have confidence in yourself.

SALLY: Hey, lover-boy, it's 6:46.

JACK: Sally baby, why don't you just come over here

and kiss me awake?

SALLY: Jack, I'd be there in a minute,

but we are two sexual animals.

We'd tear each other apart.

Mr. Roarke, I'm a sensuous woman to Jack.

Tony likes my business mind,

and Ben thinks I'm a writer's best asset.

Don't you see?

As long as I'm a voice at the other end

of a telephone answering service,

I can be anyone.

But face to face...

You said they want to marry you, and you also care about them.

Ms. Harris. Ms. Harris...

You are a lovely woman.

Your problem is perhaps a lack of self-confidence, you see.

However, I have arranged it so that they will see you

exactly as each envision you.

Exactly.

Sorry, I can't go through with it.

Oh, but my dear Ms. Harris, your fantasy has already begun.

-You mean they're here? -Yes.

-The three of them? -Of course.

-Already? -Yes.

TONY: I don't know which deal to take,

that's why I'm calling you.

-Well... -Tony.

TONY: Do I go with the three buildings in Houston

or do I take the Dallas transaction?

Wait a minute, wait a minute. How--

We bought an option in Dallas.

How can they make us another offer?

Our position is legally firm.

ROARKE: I have arranged it so that they will see you

exactly as each envisions you. Exactly.

SALLY: Tony likes my business mind.

TONY: That option, binding on all parties

until its termination date,

which, if my memory serves me correctly,

is more than a month from now.

Believe me, they're just bluffing.

All I'm trying to do is stall for enough time

till I can figure out what to do

with these three buildings in Houston.

You've been working on Houston too long to pass it up.

Uh, go with Houston.

-Sally. -Hello, Tony.

-It isn't you, is it? -Mm-hmm.

-But it is, it's you. -Mm-hmm.

I can't believe it. Right here, when I need you, as always.

What are you doing on Fantasy Island?

Well, you might say I'm looking around

-for another situation. -Fantastic, you got it.

You remember the-- the project in Brazil?

You said stick to your guns. Well, it's working perfectly.

It's great to hear your deals are going well, Tony.

I always knew they would.

Our deal, Sally, ours. I can't do it without you.

Never could.

And now that I see you like this,

I knew it would be like this.

Look at you, you've got

-a smashing business appearance. -[PHONE RINGING]

You'd be a big asset to any corporation.

Edwards, um...

Yeah, on the, uh...

Hold on, hold on, the, um, the Tennessee figures...

You said you weren't interested.

Not interested.

Nope, that's what I said.

I have to, uh, get to a meeting, but can we get together later?

-I'd love it. -[PHONE RINGING]

Lilac Bungalow.

Uh, Edwards, hold on please.

Sally, I have something very important to ask you,

and I'm sure you know what it is.

Hello.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[BIRD SQUAWKING]

-[WOMAN SCREAMING] -[TIRES SCREECHING]

That tree's been standing for 50 years.

-Let's go on in. -No, Jason, wait.

-I'm afraid. -It'll be all right.

Come on.

-[DOOR SLAMS SHUT] -[GASPS]

-I'm sorry. -Oh, gosh, you frightened me.

[HEAVY BREATHING]

[SCREAMS]

You all right?

Jason...

Chain's rusty.

No, no, no. Before it fell, it--

-That sound, it was-- -It was nothing.

It was the wind.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

JACK: So I said to her, you keep the car

and I'll settle for the insurance.

-[LAUGHING] -SALLY: Jack!

JACK: Then she said she didn't care for that

as a matter of policy,

so I told her that it may not suit her policy,

but from here on out, it's the company policy.

[LAUGHING]

I've got a lot more where that came from.

ROARKE: I have arranged it so that they will see you

exactly as each envisions you. Exactly.

SALLY: I'm a sensuous woman to Jack.

JACK: It's a fairly large business account.

I've got a fleet of secretaries,

um, who I'm in, uh...

constant, you know, constant touch with.

And, um, there's not really too many...

places in the world.

Champagne?

Oh, no, I think I'll have a sexy little drink,

the one with the umbrella on top.

Excuse me, I, um, I'm-- I'm really

not trying to pick you up, but, don't we know each other?

Let me blow in your ear, Jack.

Sally.

Sally-- Sally Harris.

Sally, Sally, Sally-- Oh, my God!

I can't believe this! Look at you, um--

I can't believe-- I mean, I'm actually holding you,

touching you-- Come here.

-[KISSES] -Easy, lover.

-Yeah. -We're on exhibit.

Ah, I know, I'm sorry, I just can't help myself.

I mean, I--

You are beautiful.

I mean, you always sounded beautiful, but I mean

you really are more than I imagined.

Why did you keep me away so long, huh?

-[GROANS] -Hey, hey, hey, Tiger.

Slow down.

Whatever happened to 555-8397?

Oh...

The redhead. Well, that's-- It's all over.

You were right, as usual.

Absolutely not my type. I--

Jack! Are you coming?

Yes, I'm-- I'm coming.

Would you give me a chance to ease her out,

-and I'll be right back, okay? -I'll be around.

You better be.

'Cause now that I've seen you,

I'm never ever gonna lose you. And we...

are gonna discuss a very serious arrangement.

Oh, Mr. Roarke! I'm in absolute heaven!

Tony wants me to be his partner for life.

And Jack insists that we'll never be separated again.

Oh, excellent.

But what about Mr. Ben Daniels? You did want to meet all three

before making a decision, didn't you?

Oh, yes, that's right.

Yes.

Gee, how will I ever choose?

Oh, I am confident you will find a way.

Thanks, Mr. Roarke.

Boy, do you know how to deliver fantasies.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

What's the matter?

What's that smell?

That lovely fragrance?

It's Uncle Rich's favorite flower.

-That's impossible. -No, it is.

It is.

I remember.

Ms. Barrens use to pick it every day from the garden.

Beth, cut it out.

Okay, I smell it, too.

It is the flower.

[HEAVY BREATHING]

You know what I remember the most about that flower

as a child?

Contrast.

I mean, it was so...

It was so soft and lacey and...

Ms. Barrens was so prim and starched.

I don't think I ever saw her out of that gray dress.

[GASPS] Jason, the fresh flower.

Now, stop it!

But it's out of season.

Any flower can bloom in a hot house.

You're being ridiculous, Beth. I--

-[SCREAMS] -[THUNDER RUMBLING]

Oh!

Jason, I saw him, I saw Uncle Rich!

He was shot! It was awful! He was bloody!

Beth, Beth...

-[KNOCKING ON DOOR] -Come in. Got to.

What? It's Connecticut.

They're balking on the final agreement.

You said it wasn't important.

Well, just try to, uh, try to get something in return.

Just don't blow the deal, okay? Bye.

How did I ever manage without you?

Tony, I'm really not good at business.

I just listen to some message information

and I'm able to look at the situation

from a distance.

Don't tell me about Sally Harris.

I've known you for too long from the other side

of a telephone. From now on,

you and I are gonna knock the business world

on its ear, together.

-Is it a deal? -Sure, Tony.

But isn't there more to life than just business?

Sally, I'm asking you to be my partner

in business and in life.

The two of us all the way.

My connections and your brains.

-My schemes and your good sense. -[PHONE RINGING]

-Tony, I-- -Hello?

Uh, hold on. Albert Steen.

Brussels, remember?

Make them repeat every point.

Lucas, give me all the details.

No, no. No, you've--

You've got to get the extended coverage.

Well, first you ask to see the letter of credit.

Why not?

Lucas, we asked for that six months ago.

Well, then why'd--

Well, ask him today.

No, you just go in there and ask him, that's all.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

-[DOOR CREAKS] -[BETH SOBS]

-[ENGINE STALLING] -BETH: Start!

Start!

Oh!

Beth, listen to me!

I searched the house. There's nothing in there!

-Jason, we saw them dead! -I saw something, Beth.

Obviously, I did not see a corpse!

Please, don't use that superior big brother voice on me!

There's something terrible in that house!

Look, I'm not puttin' ya down but--

But maybe it's just coming back to us.

We know they were found in that room,

and being there, subconsciously,

the fear of it must have triggered our memory.

I don't even wanna know what happened.

Neither do I, but let's go back in the house.

We'll start a fire, in the morning,

we'll get this car running. Okay?

Jason, please. Please don't leave me!

Why would I do that?

Look, I'm your big brother, aren't I?

Now, come on.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

SALLY: Jack, no.

-You know what? -What?

You are so unbelievably luscious.

-Jack... -And we go together so well.

-I... -Why?

Why did you put off meeting me in person?

-Hmm? -Well, to tell you the truth,

-I had a strange feeling that-- -Shh!

I don't care, I don't care.

We're together now.

Jack, please, wait.

You're right.

We've danced long enough.

Let's, uh, let's go to my room.

I'll-- I'll have some champagne sent there.

-Hold it. -What?

-You're moving way too fast. -Too fast?

Come on, we've known each other nearly three years.

I mean, we've talked every day.

You've pulled me through some pretty traumatic situations.

Come on, time's a-wastin'.

Jack, I don't wanna go to your room!

You don't wanna go to my room?

I passed up a good thing

because of that super come-on you gave me at the bar!

Oh, thank you, boss.

JACK: You were the one blowing in my ear

on the phone, remember?

I mean, what-- what is it? What was all that about?

Oh!

Oh...

Oh, I am terribly sorry, Mr. Simon.

The hotel will take care of your cleaning bill,

naturally, but I am so sorry.

Come, Ms. Harris, you are late for the cabaret show.

How clumsy of me, please forgive me.

What are you staring at?

You.

You've grown into a very beautiful woman.

Well, thank you.

I didn't think brothers noticed things like that.

So tell me about your job.

Well, if I accept, I'll be Overseas Manager.

That means a long stay in Europe.

Well, you'll meet new people and, um, you'll see new places.

New romances. [CHUCKLES]

From your letters, I didn't think

you ever let college interfere with your social life.

I was a kid then.

And now you're a very serious adult.

Now, don't laugh. I know what I'm looking for.

I guess I just never found anyone

I like to be with as much as my own sister.

-Uh, you enjoying life? -[CHUCKLES] Yeah.

-I, um-- -[HEAVY BREATHING]

I have to beat 'em off with sticks! [GIGGLES]

Oh, kings and princes and movie stars, you know, I...

have to beat them all off.

And then there's school, if I have time.

In other words, uh...

You're not in love and you never have been.

Something like that.

Jason.

Do you think that they were lovers?

Uncle Rich and Ms. Barrens?

I guess anybody can.

All alone.

Way out here.

I keep wondering why two people would die so violently?

Why they would turn on each other so passionately?

It had to be a lover's quarrel.

What do you think?

Beth.

It was us.

SALLY: My fantasy's not at all what I expected, Mr. Roarke.

Oh?

To Tony, I'm just a business asset,

and I'm not sure Jack really understands

that there's more to me than just a...

-A seductress? -Yes.

Well, that's what you were to him on the other end

-of the telephone. -But I only did that

because I thought that's what he needed.

-Oh, I see. -But, Mr. Roarke,

I came here to get them

-to know the real me. -Uh-huh.

But all they see is what they've always seen.

Maybe they'll never see beyond the telephone.

Yes. But, Ms. Harris, don't forget

there's still one more voice for you to meet.

And you might as well meet him right now

before you lose your nerve completely.

Perhaps, he'll be the one who sees you as you really are.

-Ben. -Ben, yes.

The one you describe as gentle and sensitive. Remember?

Well, he's seated right there.

Go ahead, Ms. Harris. Meet your third mystery voice.

Okay. But if I don't like him,

I'll just pull his plug, all right?

Oh, absolutely. Will you excuse me?

ROARKE: I have arranged it so that they will see you

exactly as each envisions you. Exactly.

[TYPEWRITER CARRIAGE CRANKS]

Listen, we're through.

No, no, it doesn't work.

It doesn't work, it doesn't work!

Why not let Clarissa be the one

to walk out on Marcus in this scene?

Hi there, it's work time, Benji baby.

Roll that paper in the machine

and let me hear the old keys bangin' away.

-That voice. Sally? -It's me, Ben.

-I don't believe it. -Believe it.

I come here to get away from the world, and you're here.

I thought you could use some encouragement,

like on the phone.

Then stay on the phone.

Just because I hire your answering service

doesn't mean that you can invade my privacy.

-How did you find me? -Oh, Ben, I didn't mean to do--

Just leave me alone! Just leave me alone.

And, from now on, stay on your own side

of the telephone, where you belong.

One moment, please.

May I help you, please?

Thanks, I'll ring his office.

-Good morning, Mr. Roarke. -Good morning, Ms. Harris.

I wasn't aware that you had come to Fantasy Island to work.

Oh, you know, busman's holiday.

Thank you for waiting. I can ring now.

I'm just taking over for the regular

-while she's on her lunch break. -Oh, I see.

I'm sorry, that line is still busy.

-Would you care to wait? -Now, really, Ms. Harris--

Excuse me.

I'm sorry, Mr. Ogilvie won't be in today.

You're welcome.

-Sorry. -Oh, no, that's all right.

I was just going to say that this is not what your fantasy

was supposed to be.

Well, maybe it is, Mr. Roarke.

Listen, you've been great. Please don't be upset.

I'm used to disappointments.

-I just plug 'em out. -I see.

Then we must try something else.

There's no need.

May I help you?

Certainly, Mrs. Evans, I'll put you right through.

Ohh, it's so much easier being behind a switchboard.

Anonymous.

Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could just plug in

a little caring here and a little laughter there?

Plug out the pain.

Ms. Harris, there are two kinds of people in this world.

The givers and the takers.

All of your life, you have been a giver.

I think it's high time for you to reach out.

For what? They don't want me.

They want the person I was on the phone.

Then make them want you for you alone.

One man is right for you.

Find out which one and make him see it, too.

But in order to do that, you must become involved.

You can't live your life

as a disembodied telephone voice, can you?

Think about it, huh?

[IGNITION CLICKING]

It's no use, the battery's dead.

That means we're stuck here.

No, we're not. I'll find a phone.

We were supposed to call Mr. Roarke anyway.

You'll never find a phone, Jason.

You'll never start this car.

Something is keeping us here!

Okay. So we'll stay here and face it.

Mr. Roarke said it won't end till we work it out.

-[MAN LAUGHING MANIACALLY] -Jason, no! Don't!

Jason!

-WOMAN: Stop it! Don't laugh! -Who are you?

[WIND BLOWS]

[DOOR CREAKING]

The windows!

[BETH SHRIEKS]

This house hates us! Why, why?

We know you're in here!

Why do you wanna kill us?

Come out, do you hear me? Show yourself!

Ms. Barrens!

-God, it is Ms. Barrens. -[SOBS]

I hate you! I hate you both!

Beth, Beth.

-It's okay, Beth, it's okay. -Oh, Jason.

Oh, Beth.

It's okay.

-Tattoo. -Hi, boss.

-What's going on? -I'm into karate.

I'm trying for my black belt.

-Watch this. -Uh, Tattoo...

that is a very thick piece of wood.

Are you certain that, uh...

Don't worry, boss, it's a piece of cake.

Yeah! [GROANS]

With all due respect, I'm afraid your piece of cake

still has the icing on it.

Back to the drawing board, boss.

Jason, look, I know it was our fantasy to find out

what happened, but please, I can't handle this anymore.

Please, let's get out of here!

Beth, Beth, we're on the far side of the island.

We're miles and miles away from anything or anyone.

-We'll start walking. -Look.

We can see it through.

MS. BARRENS: Why have you come back?

Ms. Barrens!

What do you want from us?

We liked you, we always liked you.

MS. BARRENS: It was all your fault!

I hate you! I hate you both!

I killed Richmond, and I'm gonna kill you!

[CLOCK CHIMES]

The time.

It's late. Richmond's coming home.

Get out, get out!

Now, now. Back to bed.

Children should not be up at this late hour.

Let's see.

The flowers are on the table.

My hair, how's my hair?

Do you like my dress? It's new, you know.

Congratulate me, Ms. Barrens. I bagged six pheasant today.

Wait till I tell the children.

-MS. BARRENS: Richmond... -Huh?

I love you!

I know it sounds crazy, but I've...

I've been wanting to tell you for so long,

and I can't hold it in any longer.

I've loved you...

since the day I first came here,

and I always will.

Do I understand you correctly?

You love me?

Me?

You and me?

-[RICHMOND LAUGHING] -No.

No! Don't laugh!

No, please don't do that to me!

Listen, listen. No, wait, wait.

Wait a minute, you don't understand.

No, without you, I don't want to live!

You don't understand!

-[GUNSHOT FIRES] -[SCREAMS]

[MS. BARRENS WAILING]

[GASPING]

I...

I meant I was, I--

What I wanted to say...

I love you, too.

I've killed him!

The only man I could ever love!

No.

No, it wasn't that way.

It was an accident.

Ms. Barrens, it was an accident. Both deaths were accidents.

In your pain, you had closed it from your mind.

Remember now.

The gunshot.

The children upstairs.

They were your first concern, always.

You ran up, hoping to shield them

from the sight.

In your haste...

you slipped and fell.

He loved me.

Richmond said he loved me.

They can go together now in peace.

Now that they, too, know the truth.

-It's over. -Not quite.

Before your fantasy can be completely fulfilled...

there is one more vital piece of information

I must share with you.

-Will you come this way please? -Yeah.

Hey, Sal, where were ya?

A lot of deals came up, including Brazil.

I finalized the whole project.

See, you really can function without me.

Listen, lady.

You helped close the most fantastic package

of my life. I want you to know that.

-Tony, tell me something. -Yeah.

Is there more to our relationship

than just business?

Well, after 4,000 phone conversations,

is that all you think we're about?

Okay, so when do we leave?

Well, would you believe one major complication?

Sure you would, you've been there with me before.

Complication?

Biggest deal of my life,

and the guy I'm working for thinks that women...

belong out of business and in the kitchen.

I mean, I can't take you with me

until this deal is closed. It should take about six months.

I'll, uh...

I'll talk to ya on the phone, a lot.

-I'll think it over. -Sal...

Don't think me a louse for leaving ya out of it.

You? Never. You're a businessman.

I'll say one thing for you.

I know, you couldn't have done any of it without me.

When I get back to New York we'll, uh...

we'll set up some new projects, okay?

Stay in touch, I'll call ya.

[PHONE RINGING]

ROARKE: It was a violent winter.

One of the worst we ever had on the island.

The seas were treacherous,

ships foundered up and down the coast.

There were two shipwrecks.

Yes, um, first you landed.

And then you came ashore a few nights later.

There were no other survivors.

What are you trying to tell us?

-You mean-- -Yes, Ms. Martinique.

You are not related.

Why weren't we told? Why didn't he tell us?

Your Uncle Rich intended to tell you when you were older.

Now, try to understand, he was a simple man.

A bachelor suddenly accepts

the responsibilities of a father.

Ah, he thought it would be less of a problem

to raise you as brother and sister.

Jason.

You're not my sister.

I can say it at last.

I love you, Beth.

I always have.

Oh.

Fantasies often work in strange and wonderful ways, Tattoo.

Indeed.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Sorry, you've just been disconnected.

You can't hang up on me now.

Sally.

Sally, I came to apologize for being so rude.

And...

Oh, I don't know.

I don't have anything else to say.

For a writer, you get an awful lot of blocks.

Okay, I'll elaborate on the scene. I'm sorry.

Look, all those times on the phone,

I know what I said, "I want you, I need you."

And in a way it, uh, it was true.

No, Ben. No more hiding.

Either it was true or it wasn't. And obviously it wasn't.

When I saw you, I panicked.

You see, Sally...

writers don't get involved.

-They stay on the outside. -Write that in a play,

and they'll laugh you off the stage.

Writers are observers.

Like Marcus, the hero in your screenplay?

No wonder your stories don't work.

There's no involvement in them, either.

I am getting to that, I said.

When?

-I will call you. -Don't.

-I always call you. -No, Ben.

I will no longer live my life

behind the safety of a switchboard.

From now on, I'm going to plug into life directly, for real.

There are givers and there are receivers.

What?

Oh, I don't know.

Something someone said to me, and it made sense.

I guess I'm ready to receive.

So don't call me.

Unless you're ready to give for a change.

[SIGHS]

-Where am I going? -I don't know.

I guess you're walking out on me.

Like you're doing with your career.

Sally, I love you.

-Sure, as a story collaborator. -No, any way I can get you.

I always have.

Hey. Hey, that gives me an idea.

You're right.

This is a great way to tie up the last scene in your script.

-When Clarissa comes back. -And she's at a loss for words.

-Like I am now. -Of course, it's wonderful.

"Marcus..." You have a pen? Great.

"Marcus..."

So simple, Marcus is writing himself.

That's because Clarissa can now accept him graciously.

What's wrong, are you stuck for an idea?

No.

Just that you look very nice.

Which one of me looks nice?

The sexpot, the business woman,

or the story collaborator?

The future Mrs. Ben Daniels, that's who.

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He just got another story idea.

And you have found what you were looking for.

A guy who loves me for myself.

Thank you.

You also find who you are. That's important, too.

Tattoo, I'll answer your phones, any time.

[CHUCKLES] Merci.

I'm, uh, sorry.

Oh, that's all right, Mr. Daniels.

Uh, will you send us tickets to your next play?

-The next ten after that. -Well, I'm delighted.

-Thank you. -You're very welcome, sir.

-Bye-bye. -Bye-bye.

At last she made a phone call and didn't get the wrong number.

[CHUCKLES] That's right.

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

Mr. Roarke, we've been so much trouble for you.

Oh, my dear young people, you cared enough

to untangle the threads of your past, and by doing so,

you freed two couples last night.

You deserve a happy future.

Mr. Roarke, I accepted that job in Europe.

Why don't you send me a loaf of bread from France, huh?

All right.

And I'm going along with Jason.

I'll finish school abroad.

I am very happy for both of you.

-Mr. Roarke, thank you. -You're welcome, Mr. Martinique.

-Tattoo. -Good-bye.

-Good-bye. -Bye-bye.

Good-bye.

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

Boss, I would like to show you something.

Follow me.

-Ta-da! -Tattoo, not again.

Don't worry, boss.

This time I've got everything under control.

Watch this.

[SCREAMS, GROANS]

Tattoo...

you should take up a different sport.

Perhaps, a less painful one.

GIRL: Tattoo.

I was watching you from over there.

That's not the way you break the board.

Hi-ya.

That's how you do it.

Bye.

Showing off.

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