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[THEME MUSIC PLAYS]

[BELL TOLLING]

The plane! The plane!

"The princess..."

[ENGINE WHIRRING]

-Bye-bye. -CHILDREN: Bye.

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

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

Have you seen Julie?

Oh, she's still working on Custer's Last Stand fantasy.

Custer's Last Stand?

Oh, yes, yes, of course. How is she progressing?

[MEN CLAMORING]

Well, we'll proceed without Julie.

She may be delayed for some time.

Smiles, everyone! Smiles!

-[BAND PLAYS] -[GIRLS GIGGLING]

TATTOO: Who is that, boss?

ROARKE: Mr. Kevin Lansing, an ex-Marine corps MP.

Now employed as a department store

security guard.

He has always wanted to be a private investigator.

A profession he considers much more interesting

and exciting than merely catching someone

-in the act of shoplifting. -I see.

He wants to wear a trench coat and sneak around dark allies.

Uh, not quite, Tattoo.

His fantasy is to assist some famous detective...

of literature.

Solve an important case.

TATTOO: Who is gonna help him?

Matt Helm? Ellery Queen? Sam Spade?

I have chosen the greatest fictional detective

who ever lived.

TATTOO: That's a cute little girl.

Is that her mother with her?

ROARKE: Yes, Tattoo. That is Mrs. Fran Warner

and her daughter Nancy. Adorable child.

As you can see, she has her mother's good looks.

Indeed.

Mrs. Warner looks very familiar.

You have an excellent memory, Tattoo.

She was a guest on the island almost seven years ago.

She's just as lovely today as she was then.

TATTOO: What's her fantasy?

I don't know, Tattoo.

What?

She would only say that she would tell me

at the proper time,

in the proper place.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

-[♪♪♪♪♪] -[MOUTHING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Well, Mr. Roarke, the most exciting thing

that ever happened to me on that job,

was the day I caught a guy going out of the store

with three suits.

He was wearing them, one on top of the other.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

-Uh, Mr. Roarke? -Yes?

When does my fantasy begin?

Very shortly, Mr. Lansing. Very shortly-- Oh, in fact...

this envelope contains a letter of introduction

to the most famous detective of all times.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no. No, you must not open it.

Not until you have arrived at your destination.

Who is he?

Can't you tell me?

You will find out in due time, Mr. Lansing.

Your fantasy begins just beyond that door.

This way, Mr. Lansing.

London.

Edwardian London, Mr. Lansing,

at the turn of the century.

Now, Mr. Lansing. You may open the envelope now.

Oh?

"Kevin Lansing, a student of criminology,

is most anxious to meet your distinguished colleague,

Sherlock Holmes."

Am I really gonna meet Sherlock Holmes, Mist--

Mr. Roarke?

Hey!

[HORSE NEIGHING]

LANSING: "221 B Baker Street."

The residence of Sherlock Holmes.

Lana, uh, will you send a round of complimentary drinks

to that table in the corner, please?

-Thank you. -[TATTOO SIGHS]

-ROARKE: Uh, wait-- No, wait a minute. -[TATTOO GRUNTS]

Let me help you, Tattoo.

-TATTOO: Thank you, boss. -Let me help you.

[TATTOO SIGHS]

Always ready with a helping hand.

ROARKE: [CHUCKLES] Oh.

Uh, may I say how delighted I am to see you again.

May I also say

that you are more lovely than ever.

You remember Tattoo, of course?

-Yes, how are you? -Mrs. Warner, how do you do?

Where's your little girl?

Oh, she's in our-- our bungalow.

-It was a long flight. -Oh, indeed.

Uh, please have a seat, won't you?

-Yes, thank you. -You're welcome.

[FRAN SIGHS]

You know, I am at a considerable disadvantage.

If I am to fulfill your fantasy to your satisfaction,

I must make certain preparations.

-Isn't that right, Tattoo? -Right, boss.

But first, I must know what you have in mind?

Yes, I imagine you would.

Boss, I think Mrs., uh, Warner

would like to talk to you privately in your office.

No, no, thank you, Tattoo.

I'd prefer discussing it right here.

[EXHALES] If that is what you wish,

proceed by all means.

I didn't come to the island for a fantasy.

Right now what concerns me is reality.

A very special reality.

May I ask what that means?

I came here to find out whether you...

her father, is prepared to take the responsibility of our child.

Boss?

Please, I think it would be best

if we discuss this matter privately.

Why? I don't care

if the whole world knows about it.

I can't keep quiet any longer.

This man is the father of my child

and I'm here to make sure

that he assumes his responsibility.

Now that it's public knowledge,

I will expect to hear from you soon.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Boss, how can you let her get away with it...

in front of all these people?

She's not getting away with anything, Tattoo?

-No? -No.

I have a feeling she's doing what she feels she must do.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

I am sorry, sir. Mr. Holmes is out of the city.

Unexpected business, you see.

[GUNSHOTS]

Gracious! Dr. Watson!

-Dr. Watson? -LANSING: Dr. Watson?

-Dr. Watson, where are you? -Are you all right?

-WOMAN: Where are you? -[DR. WATSON GRUNTS]

What happened, sir? We heard gunshots.

You certainly did.

Some culprit fired at me through that window.

Bloody poor shot, I must say!

Missed me by a country league.

WOMAN: Oh, good grief! My walls again?

Uh, don't fret, Mrs. Hudson.

I've become quite proficient at repairing those walls.

How about a spot of hot tea?

-[CHUCKLES] Uh, would you-- -[CHUCKLES]

I say, I don't believe we've met.

Oh! I'm, uh, I'm-- I'm Kevin Lansing, sir.

I was to meet Mr. Holmes and assist him

on his current-- current case.

-Is that a fact? -Yes, sir.

Since when does Sherlock Holmes need assistance?

That's ridiculous.

I have a letter of introduction here, sir,

-from Inspector Lestrade. -Oh?

Oh.

American citizen, ey?

Yes, sir.

Knew that right off.

The odd cut of that suit you're wearing told me that.

[CHUCKLES] Student of criminology.

Oh, stuff and nonsense. But you may as well sit down.

But I'm afraid you're a little late. You see...

[VIOLIN SNAPPING]

DR. WATSON: Oh, dear!

Oh, dear, dear.

Oh! Made a mess of that, haven't I?

I--

Mr. Holmes will never forgive me.

If I ever see the dear fellow again. [GRUNTS]

I could never stand that screeching instrument.

Dr. Watson, what did you mean,

if you ever see Mr. Holmes again?

Well, I'm afraid he's disappeared.

Abducted, in my opinion.

-Abducted? -DR. WATSON: Yes.

And I suspect Professor Moriarty has him.

I've been studying Holmes' notes from his current case--

[MUTTERS] Get out!

Now, his current case.

You see,

numerous prominent personalities have recently disappeared.

Soldiers of the highest rank. Eminent scientists.

Officials of the war department and the like.

Well, that's pretty heavy stuff there, sir.

-Yes. -Obviously, Mr. Holmes suspected

that these men have been kidnapped

for some nefarious purpose.

Quite.

Quite. Holmes had deducted

that the missing persons are being held in a sanatorium

outside Witcombe Village in Dartmoor.

And then he disappeared?

Uh, may I ask how long ago?

Well, three days now.

The last I saw of him was the morning he left

to visit Lord Chesterfield,

who had gone to Dartmoor Sanatorium

to visit his personal physician.

Coincidence after coincidence.

To me, that spells calculated purpose.

Hmm.

My deductive powers suggest that Mr. Holmes

is now being held captive in that, uh...

Dartmoor Sanatorium.

Great Scott! You could be right!

-Dr. Watson? -Huh?

We must hurry. We must save Sherlock Holmes.

Let's go. Let's go.

Mommy?

Nancy, did you have a good sleep?

I couldn't sleep.

Well, you know you need your sleep.

It's been an exhausting trip.

-Did you see Daddy? -Mm-hmm.

What'd he say? When can I see him?

Now, slow down.

Your daddy is a very important and busy man.

Don't worry, you'll see him soon enough.

But I can't wait!

Do you know something?

I have been sitting in this seat for over a minute now

and I have not had one hug.

What's the matter? I don't rate anymore?

-Of course you do. -Yeah.

Mom, are you okay?

You look tired. Maybe you should lie down.

No, I'm fine.

Now, why don't you get your hair brushed?

Don't you want your hair to look real pretty when you meet your daddy?

Now go on. Shoo.

[INHALES, EXHALES]

Oh, boss, I'm glad you're here.

[EXHALES] Is something troubling you, Tattoo?

Everyone on the island is talking about you

and your daughter.

And I suppose you've been denying it?

Of course. Someone has to.

Well, I appreciate your concern, my friend,

but please stop defending me, huh?

But, boss. You don't understand.

You should hear what they are saying.

Don't worry, Tattoo. You should know by now

that idol gossip doesn't concern me.

Okay.

But there's something else you should know.

All right, Tattoo, what is it?

Mrs. Warner, I saw her go to the pharmacy.

Oh?

And, uh, what was she doing there?

She was buying a lot of prescription medicine.

I hope you weren't following her.

Well, I was trying to.

I want you to leave Mrs. Warner and Nancy to me, will you?

I'm sorry, boss. I was just trying to help you.

I know you are, Tattoo.

I know you are. [INHALES, EXHALES]

I am very worried about that little girl.

You... you mean, she's your daughter?

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[WIND WHOOSHING]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

[VIOLIN PLAYING]

Well, Mr. Holmes...

are you now ready to cooperate?

Or shall we continue

with your therapeutic treatments?

I'll never cooperate with you, Moriarty,

in this or any other of your insane schemes.

Even if it costs me my life, sir.

I must remind you, sir,

that you are speaking to your doctor, Lord Collingwood,

and I'm trying to cure you of your psychosis.

You keep insisting that you're the famous Sherlock Holmes,

-but I know better. -[LAUGHS]

Oh, Moriarty, you're mad!

And you'll never get away with this plot.

Nurse Heavenly,

give this foolish patient his usual--

No, double his usual dose.

Whatever you say, Doctor.

Just relax, Mr. Holmes,

this will be good for what ails you.

My dear...

nothing ails me.

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

Miss Vinton, may I come in?

-Well, of course, Mr. Roarke. -Thank you.

What can I do for you?

Uh, the lady who just left, uh, Mrs. Warner,

would it be proper for me to ask what she was doing here?

Normally these are private matters.

Oh, I know, that's why I asked.

Well, since you're, uh, shall we say,

intimately involved.

She came here to place your child's birth certificate

on record with us.

-I see. -She also inquired

about enrolling the child in school.

I, um... I had her fill this out.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Thank you, Miss Vinton.

You're quite welcome, Mr. Roarke.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[WIND WHOOSHING]

Rather spooky place, wouldn't you say?

That's just what I'd say.

[DR. WATSON CLEARING THROAT]

Uh, I'm, uh... [CLEARS THROAT] ...I'm Dr. Watson.

We-- We have an appointment with Dr. Collingwood.

Yes, he's expecting you. Come in.

[CLEARS THROAT]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

They're all loonies.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

How ironic...

and unfortunate for you, Dr. Watson.

You came all this way to see Lord Chesterfield

and he's no longer here.

He received an urgent call from the war department

shortly after we spoke.

It was too late to inform you. [CHUCKLES]

-Well, uh... -Uh, Doctor, do you suppose--

do you suppose we might have a look around your facility,

since we came all this way?

Dartmoor Sanatorium is an international landmark

in the medical trade, you know?

Well, yes, I suppose it is.

Of course!

Nurse Heavenly will give you a personal tour.

-I shall see you along. -Well, thank you, sir.

Oh, don't worry about the sweet patients.

Mostly they're harmless.

Mostly?

This way, sirs.

Steady as she goes, Edwin.

And steer clear of the Rocks and Shoals.

Good heavens!

Admiral Winslow, are you all right, old boy?

We had to make a clean sweep pouring out, bosom.

-Yes. -And we have to keep

a tight ship. Do you understand?

-Tight. -All right.

-Carry on, mates, carry on. -Carry on. Yes.

They're all loonies.

Tell me.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[VIOLIN PLAYING IN THE DISTANCE]

Wait, wait!

There's only one person who plays a violin that poorly.

Holmes. Come along, Lansing,

we may not have a moment to lose.

[VIOLIN PLAYING CONTINUES]

He's obviously in there.

Great Scott!

Holmes?

He's been drugged.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Oh!

I'm sorry, is this an inopportune moment?

I thought you had asked me to come?

[STUTTERS] Uh, no-- Yes--

-Please come in. -Thank you.

Um, won't you please sit down?

Thank you.

-Could I offer you a drink? -No, no. Thank you very much.

I hope you understand that Nancy means

more than anyone else in the world to me.

Of course, I understand.

And I'm-- I'm sorry if-- if I embarrassed you

in front of all those people out there.

ROARKE: Are you?

Or did you had it planned that way?

[SIGHS] Yes, I suppose I did.

If I could only make you understand why.

NANCY: Mommy, who's there?

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Are you my daddy?

Pleased to meet you, sir.

And I am very pleased to meet you.

Oh, Daddy, I'm so glad you're here!

Mommy's told me so much about you.

Has she?

Well...

the important thing is you are here

and I have lots of things planned for you.

As a matter of fact, I have a friend outside

who would like to spend some time with us.

Would you like to see him?

Well, go ahead.

[NEIGHING]

-A pony! -ROARKE: [CHUCKLES] Yes.

Can I ride him?

Well, he would be insulted if you didn't.

How about after lunch?

Mommy, I better change right now so I'll be ready.

ROARKE: That's right!

I'm so glad we're all together.

Now we're just like a real family.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

HOLMES: Moriarty has been using drugs on me.

-Incredible! -HOLMES: Yes.

He's been using hypnosis on the scientists

and the other hostages. He gathered a great deal of...

information on a secret weapon

that our war department developed.

A long-range torpedo.

Mr. Holmes, uh, do you know what Moriarty planned

to do with that torpedo?

No.

Not Moriarty...

the Kaiser.

Good heavens!

HOLMES: Moriarty is to deliver the torpedo plans

to the Kaiser's ambassador,

the Archduke Oberth, later today.

Where?

At the... [SIGHS]

Easy, dear fellow.

Fox and Hounds Pub...

in Whitcombe.

And for a considerable number of marks, I'm sure.

The Kaiser will develop the torpedo and...

disrupt the world shipping trade.

That will launch World War I, gentlemen.

Yes.

World War I?

We've got to get out of here.

[MUTTERS] World War I...

Impossible. The door's locked and we have no key, sir.

Never mind, I'll find us a way.

The Baskervilles estate's nearby, isn't it?

We can call Scotland Yard from there.

Lord Baskervilles will see that Holmes is taken care of.

He owes him a favor.

You know, the, uh, the Baskervilles case.

The Baskervilles case?

That's right. The Hound of the Baskervilles

hadn't been written yet, had it?

Never will be,

unless I can find us a way out of here.

-DR. WATSON: Mm? -[OBJECTS CLATTERING]

LANSING: Hmm, potassium nitrate and magnesium.

Gentlemen, I'm going to get us out of here.

DR. WATSON: That man talks such rubbish.

[LAUGHS]

You know, if we don't rest for a while,

you're going to wear out both the pony and me.

-I don't believe that. -[CHUCKLES]

Maybe you're right. [CHUCKLES]

Look at those. Aren't they beautiful?

Oh, yes.

A pretty flower deserves a pretty girl.

-Oh, thank you. -You're welcome.

-May I take it home to Mommy? -Of course.

She hasn't been very happy lately.

Oh, do you know why?

I thought it was because she wanted us

to be together so bad.

Well, now that we are,

everything's going to be all right, huh?

-I'm sure it will. -Yes. [EXHALES]

-Oh, look! -What?

A swing.

Oh, I suppose you want to try it, huh?

-Uh-huh. -[CHUCKLES]

-[NEIGHS] -All right.

All right. Hang on!

Okay.

Here we go.

-Are you ready? -Yeah! [CHUCKLES]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[CHUCKLES]

-Higher, higher! -Really? Higher?

Yes, Dad.

All right.

[NANCY GIGGLES]

Mmm. Excellent, Henri! Excellent.

Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

But, um, I don't know, it-- it...

-[BIRDS CHIRPING] -There's something missing.

Perhaps just a touch more pepper.

-What do you think, Nancy? -Too much pepper.

Definitely too much pepper, Henri.

Not enough pepper, too much pepper.

Not enough, too much! Not enough!

[GIGGLES]

-Know what? -What?

You're a perfect daddy.

DR. WATSON: You say it isn't a bomb?

Well, not exactly, Dr. Watson, uh--

A bomb would bring Moriarty and his men

swarming down on us like a SWAT squad.

-SWAT squad? -LANSING: Mm.

These Americans and their slang expressions.

Not exactly a bomb? A bomb is a bomb.

Uh, Dr. Watson, you better step back over there.

This is apt to get just a little bit warm.

Oh.

I hope he knows what he's doing.

We shall soon see, my dear Watson.

[CRACKLING]

DR. WATSON: Oh!

Incinerator device. Not a bomb at all.

Astounding.

It's a little trick the commandos used in France

during World War II.

Mr. Lansing, the more I get to know you, the less I know you.

World War I, World War II? Rubbish!

[DOOR CREAKS]

Well, Mr. Holmes, Dr. Watson, let's go.

You hurry along, Mr. Lansing, I must stay here

with my old friend till you summon help.

God speed.

Right.

Oh. You couldn't have pulled that off

any better yourself, Holmes.

Rather reminds me of you and your resourcefulness.

-[CHUCKLES] -My dear Watson...

I must agree.

MAN: Hurry up, it's your move.

Your move.

Mr. Lansing, over here.

How on earth did you escape from that dungeon?

I'm Superman, didn't you know?

And right now, I'm looking for my phone booth.

Superman? Phone booth?

You act a bit odd, Mr. Lansing.

So do you, Miss Heavenly. So do you.

Tell me, what is your real thing?

I'm working for Inspector Lestrade.

I'm trying to find out

what Dr. Collingwood's diabolical scheme is all about.

Just as Sherlock Holmes is, or was.

Oh, yeah?

Then why didn't you help us escape?

The doctor is already suspicious.

-You mean Moriarty? -Yes.

Moriarty is suspicious of me.

I haven't learned what his scheme is yet,

and if I tried to help you, well--

You'd have blown your cover.

Blown?

-My cover? -Forget it, forget it. Look...

how do I know I can believe you?

[♪♪♪♪♪]

I believe, I believe.

I know what Moriarty's plot is.

And I've got to contact Lestrade.

[DOOR CREAKS]

Good hunting, Superman.

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

[THUDS]

[WIND WHOOSHING]

[DOOR CREAKS]

Boss, this is Dr. Randolph, Mrs. Warner's family doctor.

Yes, I know, Tattoo.

I asked him here from the mainland.

-Thank you for coming, Doctor. -Not at all.

I only wish I'd brought you some good news.

Is Nancy sick?

I don't think it's Nancy, Tattoo.

I think it's her mother.

-Am I right, Doctor? -Yes.

-Is it serious? -It's very serious, I'm afraid.

She doesn't have much longer to live.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

LESTRADE: Ah! There's the Fox and Hounds Pub.

That's where Moriarty and the Archduke

are to have their secret meeting.

Oh! Well!

[CLEARS THROAT]

-LANSING: Inspector Lestrade? -LESTRADE: Kevin Lansing, I presume?

That's right, sir. Uh,

Professor Moriarty should be in the pub here

and, uh, I can just bet he's got his henchmen with him.

Oh, don't worry, I can handle it.

You just point him out to me.

Anything you say, sir.

Let's get about it, men.

You two cover the front entrance here.

The other two, around the rear.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

-Do you see him? -No, not yet I don't.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Wait a minute, that's him there.

The sailor type with a beard. That's Moriarty in disguise.

We're in luck! The Archduke hasn't arrived, yet.

[LESTRADE EXHALES, CLEARS THROAT]

Uh...

[CLEARS THROAT]

I'm Inspector Lestrade from Scotland Yard.

I'm afraid, you're under arrest, sir.

On what charge, Inspector?

Possession of secret military documents.

I must search you, Professor Moriarty.

Inspector...

I'm afraid you've made an idiotic mistake.

[LESTRADE GRUNTS, GROANS]

[MEN CLAMORING]

[MAN GRUNTS, GROANS]

-Lestrade, are you all right? -[LESTRADE PANTS]

Moriarty's given us the slip.

LANSING: Yes, he's famous for that. [SIGHS]

I'm afraid he's on his way to the sanatorium

to waste Holmes once and for all. Possibly Watson, too.

We haven't a moment to lose.

-Let's go, Lestrade. -Yes!

TATTOO: Boss, Dr. Randolph.

Ah, Dr. Randolph. Please, come in.

-Have a seat, won't you? -No, thank you.

I'm only going to stay for a minute.

-May I ask you a favor, please? -Certainly, Dr. Randolph.

Would it be all right if I used the facilities

-on the island hospital? -Oh, by all means, Doctor.

-Thank you. -How is Mrs. Warner doing?

What can I say? I'm going to run some tests anyway.

It's a shame.

She's a wonderful lady, isn't she?

Yes, she is, Doctor.

DR. RANDOLPH: Mr. Roarke, I feel I must tell you,

I know that you're not Nancy's father.

You see, I knew her real father.

I also knew that he ran out on Fran

before Nancy was born.

Boss, you went along with it for the sake of the little girl?

Yes, Tattoo.

You see, coming here to meet her father

was very important to her.

So how are you going to tell her the truth?

I just have to wait for the right time, Doctor.

Mr. Roarke, for whatever it's worth, I admire

what you're trying to do for Nancy and her mother.

There's nothing to admire, Doctor.

And I would appreciate

if you kept this matter confidential,

at least for the time being.

-Yes, of course. -Thank you.

Tattoo, have you seen Nancy? I can't find her anywhere.

Hello, Fran.

What are you doing here?

Mr. Roarke sent for me.

Did you tell him?

You had no right to tell him.

I suppose he's known all along.

What do you mean, Nancy is gone?

Just that, I looked for her and I can't find her.

I thought she might be with you.

Please don't worry, Mrs. Warner. She couldn't have gone very far.

But she's not the type to wander off by herself.

I know. Tattoo, I want every available member

of the staff to start searching for her at once.

Right, boss. Excuse me, excuse me.

ROARKE: Please.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[NANCY PANTS]

Now, I want you to look everywhere.

ROARKE: Uh, Tattoo, have them spread out

and take the other side of the island.

All right, boss. Follow me, follow me.

ROARKE: Uh, this way, Mrs. Warner.

We should have found her by now.

And we will find her, Mrs. Warner.

-You must believe that. -Nancy?

Nancy!

TATTOO: Nancy! Nancy!

If anything's happened to her,

I don't know what I'm going to do.

Nancy?

[♪♪♪♪♪]

TATTOO: Nancy, where are you?

[PANTS]

Nancy?

Nancy?

[PANTS]

I think I hear something. Nancy, where are you?

Nancy, honey, where are you?

Mommy, here I am, here I am! [PANTS]

Mommy, I'm here! Over here!

Oh, Nancy, sweetheart!

[SIGHS] Oh, darling, darling!

I was so afraid.

I know, sweetheart. It's all right now.

Well, what happened, huh? How did you get lost?

I heard him talking.

He said he really wasn't my father.

You lied to me.

-Oh, no, Nancy. -[NANCY SOBBING]

No, I didn't lie to you.

I never actually said I was your father, did I?

And if I didn't say anything,

it was only because I thought it made you happy.

But she lied to me.

[NANCY SOBBING]

Why, Mommy? Why did you lie?

I'm sorry, sweetheart.

I guess, I--

I thought there wouldn't be a better person

to be your daddy than Mr. Roarke

or a better place to live than Fantasy Island.

But I was happy with you just the way we were.

And I was happy with you.

[WHISPERS] Oh, I've got to tell her.

No, please don't. Please.

Nancy, listen to me, will you?

I have a goddaughter, her name is Julie.

She's a lovely young lady.

I'm sure you'd like her very much.

And do you know what she would like very much?

Very, very much?

A little sister.

Someone exactly like you.

Then I could be your goddaughter, too?

Of course.

Did you hear that, Mommy?

Then I would not only have a daddy,

but a big sister, too.

FRAN: Mm-hmm.

-[NANCY SNIFFLES] -Yes, I heard.

-[NANCY SNIFFLES] -I heard.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

LANSING: Hurry, driver, hurry! There's not a moment to lose!

[WIND WHOOSHING]

[ENGINE SPUTTERING]

MAN: Hurry up, your move.

It's locked. Gore, the door.

LESTRADE: Investigate that, men.

Go on.

MAN: Your move.

Which way did they go?

POLICEMAN: Surrender, Moriarty. We've got you!

[CHUCKLES]

LESTRADE: Splendid work, chaps. [LAUGHS] Well done.

By Jove, Holmes, I didn't think he could do it,

but that Lansing fellow did it. He saved your life.

That's an astute observation, my dear Watson.

[CHUCKLES] Oh, yes, come, come.

Miss Heavenly, you wait right here.

I'll see where that door leads.

Will we see each other again?

Well, of course, I-- I'll be right back.

Kevin...

I wish...

Yes?

I wish you wouldn't go.

We have to get out of here, right?

[SIGHS] Oh, I suppose so.

I guess you're right. Go on.

Anyone ever tell you...

you're beautiful?

Not recently.

Well, you are.

Now, don't go away.

I'll be waiting for you, supersleuth.

[DOOR CLOSES]

LANSING: The chess player?

Oh, it was you?

Yes, Mr. Lansing.

I thought that even a Sherlock Holmes helper

might need a little help himself.

And I congratulate you on saving the master sleuth.

And those perpetuating, the Sherlock Holmes legend.

Uh, what about Miss Heavenly?

She's waiting for me just outside the door there.

I'm sorry, Mr. Lansing,

Miss Heavenly lived in another time and place.

She existed only in your own fantasy,

which is now concluded. I'm sorry.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

Ah, Mr. Roarke, I want to thank you for creating

such a delightful experience for me, but, uh--

But what, Mr. Lansing?

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

-LANSING: That's Miss Heavenly! -ROARKE: Oh, no.

No, Mr. Lansing, that lady is Miss James.

She's here to fulfill her own fantasy.

But, oddly enough, she is employed

in the same department store as you.

I wouldn't be surprised if the two of you should meet

in the coffee shop one day in the near future.

Now your job at the store won't be so dull.

[CHUCKLES] That's right.

[CHUCKLES]

-Thank you again, Mr. Roarke. -Good-bye, Mr. Lansing.

-Good-bye. -Bye.

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

[CHUCKLES]

♪ Not last night But the night before ♪

♪ Twenty-four robbers Came knocking at my door ♪

♪ As I ran out They ran in ♪

-Mrs. Warner. -Oh, Mr. Roarke and Tattoo,

I wanted to come and see you later

and thank you both for everything you've done

for Nancy and me. And to apologize again

for all the embarrassment I've caused you.

There is no need to apologize, Mrs. Warner.

Everything you did was out of love for your child.

-Tell her, boss. -Very well.

Mrs. Warner, I just left Dr. Randolph.

and he is very excited

about the results of your latest tests.

-What do you mean? -It seems there are signs

of significant remission in your illness.

Although there are no guarantees,

Dr. Randolph feels that in time, you stand an excellent chance

of complete recovery.

I-- I can't believe it! Uh...

I'm so happy now I didn't tell Nancy

about my-- my illness.

You know, I rather enjoy being Nancy's father.

I'm going to miss her when she leaves.

In fact...

I will miss you both, Mrs. Warner.

I'll miss you, too.

Oh, you're both so sweet to say that, I--

Well. Well, would you excuse me

before I begin to cry. [CHUCKLES]

-[INDISTINCT CHATTER] -Hey!

Where's my daily hug, huh?

[SOBS] Oh.

Never have I been more pleased with the outcome of a fantasy.

[INHALES] Give me a kiss.

It's beautiful.

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