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[THEME MUSIC PLAYS]

[BELL TOLLING]

The plane! The plane!

-Bye-bye. -CHILDREN: Bye.

[ALL LAUGHING]

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

Have you seen Julie?

Well, she's having a problem with Mr. Austin's fantasy.

Ah, yes. As I recall, Mr. Austin's fantasy

was to become invisible. Yes.

Mm-hmm.

Boss... is it possible to have half a fantasy?

What do you mean?

I suppose that is Mr. Austin.

Yes, it would appear Julie is having a little problem.

Half a problem.

Half a pro-- [CLICKS TONGUE]

[CAR APPROACHING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Smiles, everyone! Smiles!

-[BAND PLAYS] -[GIRLS GIGGLING]

TATTOO: Boss, who is that lady?

ROARKE: She is Miss Amanda Parsons

from Baltimore, Maryland.

Miss Parsons earns her living as a secretary,

but it is her ambition to become an expert

in the occult.

A pretty lady like that wants to chase after ghosts?

Yes, Tattoo. It is Miss Parsons' fantasy

to attempt to win a 100,000-dollar prize

by staying just two hours in Blackmoor Manor.

But, boss... nobody was able to do that

and live through it.

ROARKE: I wrote her such a stern warning

that my conscience is clear.

-That man, boss. -Yes?

There is something about him.

What is it?

You are most perceptive, Tattoo.

That is Mr. Harry Bodine.

Mr. Bodine is what was once called

a bounty hunter.

For the reward money, he tracks down and captures

the most deadly and most wanted criminals

and fugitives from justice.

Mr. Bodine's fantasy is to capture

the only man who has ever eluded him.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

ROARKE: Come in, Miss Parsons.

Uh, may I introduce Professor Valentine...

How do you do?

...and Dr. Daniels.

Yes, I know the gentlemen by reputation.

They're both distinguished experts in the occult,

therefore I, uh,

imagine we're all here for the same purpose?

Yes, that is quite true.

What's happening here, Mr. Roarke?

It's very simple.

All three of you have asked for the same fantasy.

Now... this is a picture of Blackmoor Manor itself.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

-Mr. Roarke? -Yes, Miss Parsons.

This isn't easy for me, but-- but I'm pleading with you.

Dr. Daniels and Professor Valentine

are already at the top of their field,

but this may be the only chance I ever have

to get my foot in the door, to be somebody.

Won't you please send them away?

Uh, Miss Parsons, I sympathize with your personal problem,

but I can't play favorites among fantasizers.

I couldn't possibly do what you ask.

I'm terribly sorry.

Uh, I imagine you all know the history of Blackmoor Manor.

It was purchased on the Welsh coast

by an eccentric millionaire and then transported here

to Fantasy Island,

where it was precisely reconstructed

stone by stone, literally.

-Then, uh-- -The first night

he tried to stay there, a ghost appear.

ROARKE: But apparently, it was like some diabolic form

torn straight from the bowels of hell.

When the owner was released from the sanitarium,

he sent me a check for 100,000 dollars

to be given to anyone who could live through

at least two hours in Blackmoor Manor.

Many have tried, as you can well imagine...

but no one... has gained the prize.

They have all been...

terrified.

Well, thank you for the warning, Mr. Roarke, but, uh,

I have no intention of backing out.

The lady speaks for me, as well.

Very well, then.

There are three of you,

therefore Professor Valentine and Dr. Daniels will go first,

then Miss Parsons will try.

I'll have transportation ready to pick you up

and take you all to Blackmoor Manor

in precisely one hour. Will you excuse me?

ROARKE: You will note on this map

that, um, the island to which I am sending you

is the most remote one of this archipelago.

I will provide you with a small boat

and, uh, well, the rest is up to you.

Are you trying to tell me

that Nick Tanner is on that island, Mr. Roarke?

The boss is just saying

that you should do your own dirty work yourself.

I take it you don't like my line of work, Tattoo.

For the record, Tattoo,

Tanner was leader of a gang

in a half-a-million-dollar bank robbery six months ago.

Two innocent bystanders were killed in the getaway.

That's correct.

I almost caught Tanner down in Georgia, but he's, uh--

He knows more tricks than a swamp fox.

He got away from me.

You mean to say that if you catch him,

the reward goes to you?

Yes, there is a reward, Tattoo,

but it will go to the families of the people he killed.

This is now a matter of... professional pride.

I see.

I'm ready, Mr. Roarke.

Very well, Mr. Bodine.

You will find your Mr. Tanner is... on that island.

Tattoo will take you to your boat now.

-TATTOO: A bounty hunter? -It will be all right, Tattoo.

I promise you.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

That's a gloomy pile of rocks, Mr. Roarke.

Yes, it has been called that by certain people, Mr. Ross.

You stand before Blackmoor Manor.

This is your last chance to change your mind.

Very well, then.

Tattoo and the driver will stay here

in case any of you wisely decide to return to the hotel.

[CAR ENGINE STARTING]

-Do you have a key? -What for?

We keep doors locked to keep people out.

Nobody in his right mind wants to go in there.

I've got an idea.

Why don't we go back to the hotel

and have a cool drink?

We can stay here all day.

You know nothing's going to happen.

-[VALENTINE SCREAMING] -[DR. DANIELS SCREAMING]

[PANTING] Oh! Oh! Oh! Monstrous! Horrible!

-You cannot go in there now. -Oh, yes I can.

It's all mine now. I'll be okay.

[CREAKING]

[DOOR UNLOCKS, CREAKS]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTING]

[SNIFFLES]

[TWIGS CRACKING]

Stay real still, Mister.

You may not be the man I want, so don't make me kill you.

[SIGHS] Harry Bodine.

Somehow, I didn't expect you.

How'd you find me?

It was the bacon, Nick.

Smell carries a long way.

Across five thousand miles of ocean?

About it.

Stand up, real slow.

Throw that knife down.

[GROANING]

[GROANS]

You're good, Nick, I'll give you that.

-[NICK GROANS] -But not good enough.

[GROANING SOFTLY]

It's a long way back to civilization, friend.

I promise you that.

I'm not your friend,

but I'll cauterize that arm for you so as you don't lose it.

You wouldn't hurt me now, would you, Harry?

Oh, it might hurt a little bit.

But just think, Nick...

It will strengthen your character.

AMANDA: "Lord Rupert Black, Admiral of the Blue."

"Captain Fitzhugh Ross."

He looks familiar.

-[GHOSTS MOANING, SCREAMING] -[AMANDA GASPS]

[SCREAMING]

[SCREAMING CONTINUES]

[SCREAMING]

[GROANS SOFTLY]

-[PANTS] -[GHOSTS SCREAM]

[GROANS]

-[GHOSTS SCREAM] -[AMANDA SCREAMS]

[LAUGHING]

[GUN COCKING]

No, don't shoot!

Please don't kill me!

[AMANDA PANTS]

[PANTS]

All this fuss and trouble

just to track down an innocent man.

[CHUCKLES]

Yeah, an innocent man.

[CHUCKLING]

[GRUNTS]

Well... here's about a...

half-million reasons you're not innocent, Nick.

[SIGHS]

Oh, that's the bank's money, all right, Harry.

All I'm saying is, I didn't take it.

Bad luck must be riding on my shoulder.

I only landed on this island this morning

because that rubber boat I stole was leaking bad.

Yeah. I saw it.

Well, just let that be a lesson to you, Nick.

Crime doesn't pay.

All right, on your feet.

I'll just sit here, I think.

[SIGHS]

[HARRY GROANS]

[BOTH GRUNTING]

-[NICK GROANS] -[HARRY GRUNTS]

-[BOTH GRUNT] -[GUNSHOTS]

-[NICK GROANS] -[HARRY PANTING]

And when we get back to the boat,

I'm going to hogtie you. [PANTING]

-If we get there, Harry. -[PANTING CONTINUES]

-[NICK GROANING] -[HARRY PANTING]

Bet you that half a million we don't.

I'm not a betting man, Nicky.

Now you get over there and you sit down...

while I pack this stuff,

and don't you even blink an eyelash.

[DOOR CREAKING]

[SIGHS] Where are you?

Come out!

[PANTING]

[GASPS]

-TIMOTHY: Ouch! -AMANDA: Oh, I'm sorry.

Please... please don't kill me.

Kill you?

You're already a ghost.

Indeed he is, Miss Parsons.

Uh, will you please get up, Captain?

No, no, no, we can handle this discussion

much, much better if you'll materialize, Captain.

Now, that's better.

Miss Parsons, may I present Captain Timothy Black,

late of His Majesty King George the Third's royal grenadiers.

Enchanted, Miss Parsons.

You're the ghost of Blackmoor Manor?

Unfortunately, he is condemned to endlessly wander

these desolate rooms,

uh, to atone for a transgression of youth.

Would you mind just putting that pistol down, please?

Thank you.

Mr. Roarke, what's-- what's happening here?

Well, uh...

Will you care to explain, Captain?

No.

No, I've lived with the curse of memory

every day for the last 250 years, I...

Very well, then. Uh, Captain Black was the son

of the distinguished Admiral Lord Rupert Black,

one of the great heroes of the British Empire.

Unfortunately...

Go ahead, say it.

I was as much a coward as he was a hero.

Oh, no, no, Captain,

you're much too hard on yourself. No.

His problem stems from an unfortunate affair

of honor over the affections of a young lady.

He was challenged to a duel by Captain Fitzhugh Ross,

a noted crack shot and expert duelist.

They met in the woods with his hero father watching.

When he stared down the deadly barrel

of his opponent's pistol...

Captain Black's nerve failed him.

No, don't shoot. Please don't kill me!

ROARKE: He fled the field of honor

with his father shouting a curse after him

for bringing disgrace on the family name.

Shame!

Tragically, on his way back to this very room 250 years ago,

the captain was thrown from his horse and killed.

I don't like it, Harry.

It's too quiet.

No bird sounds. Nothing.

I think we got company.

What kind of company, Nick?

It might be the guys I took the money from,

Jack Slater and his pals.

-Take cover! -[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOTS CONTINUE]

This way.

[SIGHS]

Maybe we're in luck. Somebody might help us.

Anybody here?

Hello?

Anybody home?

JULIET: Hold it.

Real still now.

Both of you.

That's right. Give me your guns.

The other one.

[CHUCKLES]

Wait till the news services hear about this.

Now inside, both of you.

[HARRY SIGHS]

TIMOTHY: I was condemned to haunt this place

until I can do an act of courage

that would redeem me in my father's eyes.

I-- I-- I couldn't help running from Fitzhugh Ross.

He had the neighboring estate,

and he terrified me from the time

that I was a little boy. He took my girls, my ponies.

He beat me up. He broke my nose three times.

I-- I never learned to face up to him.

Well, Miss Parsons,

it would seem, uh, that your fantasy is over.

And completely successful.

You have won the prize by staying the required time

in Blackmoor Manor.

AMANDA: Yes, I...

I suppose I've gotten everything I wanted,

but...

but I do feel sort of sorry for him.

-AMANDA: Mr. Roarke. -Yes?

AMANDA: There's that jogger again.

He looks just like that painting of Captain Ross.

It's him. It's Captain Fitzhugh Ross.

-He's after me again. -Oh, no. No, Captain, no.

Oh, his name is Ross, but he's only one of our guests.

Although, I do understand that, uh, his ancestors

came from Wales,

and-- and not far from the original site

of Blackmoor Manor, as a matter of fact. Yes.

Miss Parsons, are you ready

for me to drive you to your bungalow?

Mr. Roarke, isn't, uh, that man being here

rather a large coincidence?

Are you suggesting that I arranged a way for you

to possibly solve Captain Black's eternal problem?

That's exactly what I'm suggesting.

Oh.

Well, I... I see your reasoning,

uh, but of course you are wrong to suspect me.

Even if it would make the best possible ending

for that book you mentioned writing,

the stuff of which bestsellers are made. Yes.

However, it wasn't part of your fantasy

to help the ghost. Was it?

I am gonna to help you, Timothy.

-To do what? -To...

Well, I don't know. Redeem yourself

with some act of courage against that man outside.

Captain Ross? Are you crazy?

Aren't you satisfied

with what he did to me the last time?

Timothy, don't you see?

If you're already dead, how can he hurt you anymore?

Well...

Well, how can you be sure?

AMANDA: Trust me.

JULIET: You seem to be who you say you are, Mr. Bodine.

I'm Juliet Milburn.

I own and run this plantation such as it is.

Is there really a half-million dollars in there?

You and me could go a long way on that...

You hand me that shotgun

and your husband didn't object too much.

My husband's dead.

And I wouldn't go around the table with you.

[SIGHS]

I can help stop that bleeding.

-[NICK GROANS] -JULIET: Would you hold still?

[NICK GROANING]

You said you'd cauterized it back there in the jungle.

It looks like a bullet nicked an artery.

[GROANS SOFTLY] I'm lucky I didn't bleed to death.

Well, if you don't shut up and hold still, you still might.

[GROANS SOFTLY] Is it going to hurt?

-You men are all so stoic. -[NICK SIGHS]

It's going to hurt, but you'll live.

Would you help me hold him down?

-My pleasure. -[NICK SIGHS]

[GROANS SOFTLY, SIGHS]

I'm sorry, I-- I didn't know you were here alone.

Three years ago, my husband and I bought this land...

to raise taro and rice and be independent.

A year later, he was killed in an accident.

I grew up on the wrong side of Chicago, Mr. Bodine.

I had to fight for everything I wanted to get

and wanted to keep.

Including myself.

You keep looking out the window.

Are you expecting someone?

Four men. The rest of his gang, Mrs. Milburn.

He double-crossed them,

now they're looking for him and the money.

They'll trail us here sooner or later.

Four of them and three of us.

Those are better odds than I'm used to. [CHUCKLES]

Two of us, Mrs. Milburn.

I wouldn't trust Nicky boy here with a squirt gun.

The only thing in this world you do trust is money.

Right, Harry?

Reward money.

Whether the man you track down is innocent or guilty

is no concern of yours, right?

Are you saying that you weren't involved

in this robbery?

[GROANS SOFTLY]

That's right.

Oh, I ran with the gang once... but I paid my dues in prison.

When I got out, I broke with Slater.

He didn't like that, so he set me up to take a fall.

When they knocked over that bank, they all wore masks,

and... just left an old wallet of mine on the floor.

HARRY: Mm-hmm.

Then they just looked you up and handed over the money.

Wrong. I looked them up and took the money.

[SIGHS]

I figured I had it coming, seeing's how I got the credit.

Well, you don't believe that fairy tale, do you?

I haven't made up my mind yet.

[EXHALES]

AMANDA: I don't understand how anybody's father

could condemn his own son like yours did.

You must have hated him.

No, no, I-- I didn't hate him, I didn't hate him at all.

It's just-- As a matter of fact, I really loved the old butcher.

He just did the things that people did in those days

and... well, most of the time he was...

actually awfully good to me.

Would you like to see him again?

Yes. Yes, I sure would.

Just once... I would love to have him look at me

and say...

"Son... I'm proud of you."

That would really-- That would really be something.

And we're going to make it happen. Come on.

W-- Wait, Amanda.

Amanda...

-May I kiss you? -Kiss me?

Well, I haven't kissed a girl since the French Revolution.

[GIGGLES] Sure.

Well...

[♪♪♪♪♪]

That was even better than I remembered.

[CHUCKLES]

Or maybe it's just you, but... I think...

Well, at another time... I could fall in love with you.

Oh, that would be wonderful, but...

but a girl 25 and...

and a man 250, that's a real generation gap.

-Anyway, I got a plan. -But--

And the first thing we gotta do

is get you some different clothes. Come on.

NICK: I've been wondering, Harry.

Why don't you just hand me and the money over to Slater?

You'll get your day in court, Nick, that I promise you.

[SCOFFS]

You know, Harry, sometimes I almost like you.

But those guys know their way around.

They're a small army and they want that money bad.

That's what I'm counting on.

Men who want money that badly

aren't looking for ways to die before they can spend it.

Money. Sometimes I think that's the only thing

all men ever talk or dream about.

Whoo-wee!

You'll have to excuse his manners, Mrs. Milburn.

You look beautiful.

Why, thank you, Mr. Bodine.

Now... [CHUCKLES]

...I see no reason why we shouldn't all go in

and have dinner. I've got stew

that's been on the stove cooking for six--

six hours. If you'll excuse me, I'll just go in

and start setting the table. [CHUCKLES]

That's a real woman there, Harry.

A lonely woman.

And a lonely woman is more prone to make mistakes

about her judgment in people.

What I told her about the robbery...

it's the truth, Harry... I swear it.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

No. Those people.

Wait a minute. Are you sure we're dressed all right?

I mean...

look at me, I mean, I-- I look so pale.

I feel just a little bit naked without my wig on.

You look wonderful. And of course you're pale,

you haven't been in the sun

-for 250 years. -Well, I know, but...

[CHUCKLES] Oh, that's all right. That's how we dress these days.

Yeah, but in my time, a couple never wore that little

even on their wedding night.

I mean, that's what I heard anyway, I...

-You know, I-- -Look, there he is now.

Oh, Captain Ross?

AMANDA: No. Now, look, just walk up to him

and challenge him to a fight.

-No, I-- -Let him know you can really

-stand up to him. -No, I can't.

Maybe that will be enough to remove the curse.

TIMOTHY: Oh, well. [EXHALES]

All right, well, if you say so.

Sir.

You are a blackheart and a scoundrel!

Are you talking to me?

Go on.

Yes.

You're also a pony thief...

and, worst of all, you're a creature

totally devoid of honor!

Do you know what he's talking about?

I mean, none of you is married to him or anything?

-No. -What?

Defend yourself!

[LAUGHING]

-[GASPS] Oh! -Oh! Oh, oh!

You better cool off, fella, before you get hurt.

-Oh, Timothy. -[ROSS LAUGHING]

Timothy. Oh, Timothy, are you all right?

[PANTING] I-- I think he broke my nose again.

-AMANDA: Oh. -[LAUGHING]

He was always laughing at me when we were boys, too.

Amanda... we've done it your way...

at least now I have the courage to do it my way.

The old way.

At least now, I know what I have to do.

To die with honor.

[LAUGHING]

That smells like real Chicago cooking.

Well, thank you.

How do you know about Chicago cooking?

Well, not that it matters,

but I grew up on the wrong side of that town, too.

But that would be good cooking in any town.

-Get down! -[GUNSHOTS]

That's what I was afraid of. It's them.

For now, you reload the weapons. There's ammo in my backpack.

What about me, Harry?

Take the shotgun, cover my back.

SLATER: Tanner, let's talk.

I'm listening, Slater.

All we want is the money.

Bring it out and you can walk away.

Do you still think I was involved in that robbery?

I'll do it on one condition, Slater.

Write out on a piece of paper

the truth about that bank robbery.

What do you want me to say?

The truth.

Was I in on that job in any way?

No, you weren't!

NICK: Then write it down.

Spell it out, how you set me up.

Okay, I'll do it like you say. I'll yell when I'm finished.

I just want you to know

that I'd already made up my mind.

I believe you.

I know.

How about you, Harry?

I gave you the shotgun, didn't I?

If he goes out there, he'll be killed, won't he?

Just as soon as they have the money.

We've got to think of a new game plan

or none of us will leave here alive.

Please, Timothy, give me a chance to think

of something else. People just don't duel anymore.

I'm sorry, Amanda, pistols are the only language

Captain Fitzhugh Ross understands.

But he's not Captain Fitzhugh Ross.

He's just some distant descendant.

He doesn't even know what this is all about.

Ha! Fooled you too, has he?

Oh, it's you again.

And what are we dressed for today?

Let's not waste time with words, Captain. Here.

Choose your weapon.

Uh, what's going on here? This is a real gun.

Oh, Timothy, please!

What is this loony trying to do, lady?

I'm afraid he's going to kill you if he can.

Correct. Now we'll fight by the usual rules.

Ten paces, turn and then fire.

One... two...

-Timothy. -...three, four,

five, six, seven, eight,

nine... ten.

He's... He's really going to do it.

Defend yourself, Sir.

No, don't shoot! Please don't kill me!

[SIGHS]

-AMANDA: Oh. -I should have known.

I should have known I was a coward

until the very end.

I might have lifted the curse

if I had just had the courage to shoot him!

[SIGHS]

[SOBS]

We got a choice, Nick.

Tell them to stick it and stay in here

and take our chances, or we'll go out together,

shooting.

Either way, it's no good for her.

I know.

[SIGHS]

Wait a minute. I just remembered something.

I think it's the edge that we are going to need.

Good Lord, she put the dynamite caps in

-with the sticks. -Lucky for us, Nick.

I've got an idea. It's not a very good one,

but if we time it right, it could work.

Hold this.

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

[EXHALES]

That ought to give you 15 seconds.

To do what?

Give Slater...

and his boys...

[GRUNTS] ...a little surprise...

whenever you take this money out to them.

And what the devil are you going to be doing?

Count down, Nicky.

[GRUNTS]

TIMOTHY: I guess I've just ruined things

for good this time.

Oh, Timothy, listen to me.

It doesn't take courage to shoot someone down

in cold blood.

In your case, it took a lot more courage not to.

Don't you see that?

ROARKE: She's right, Captain Black.

Shooting him would have been the most cowardly act possible.

In fact, Captain, by not shooting him,

and by that act, possibly condemning yourself

to endless years more in this manor,

is undoubtedly the greatest thing

you or any other man could have done.

You really think so, Mr. Roarke?

Yes, I do.

But I wonder what my father would say.

Why don't you...

ask him... Captain?

[♪♪♪♪♪]

You've shown the greatest courage of all,

my son. I'm proud of you. Proud!

So the curse is lifted. I can leave now?

Yes, my son. The curse is lifted forever.

Amanda... if only we'd lived in the same time

I wouldn't want to go.

I'd stay here with you even with a curse.

It would have been a blessing.

Do you understand?

-Yes, Timothy, I understand. -Thank you.

And thank you, Mr. Roarke. Thank you for everything.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Timothy.

[SIGHS] Well... [CHUCKLES]

...I guess my fantasy really is over now.

I wrote it down just like you said, Tanner.

Bring out the money.

HARRY: When you hear me yell,

you get the hell back through that front door fast.

Fifteen.

Here it is. Tanner. An innocent man.

Fair trade, right?

-HARRY: Ten. -A half a million

-in cold cash, Slater. -HARRY: Nine.

-HARRY: Eight. -Come and get it.

Seven, six.

Better all be there.

-HARRY: Four, three. -Count it for yourself.

One. Now, Nick!

-Nick, are you all right? -Yeah.

[GROANS]

Phew.

Well, looks like, uh, they'll live to stand trial.

Uh, why don't you, uh, pick up the money

while I go tie them up. Thank you, I'd be most grateful.

What's going to happen to Nick, Mr. Bodine?

Well, looks to me like he's going to be busy

patching up this front yard for a while...

But, uh, I'll put in a good word for him when I get back home.

I don't know how you'll manage to do much of anything

till that arm gets well.

Well, uh... I'll think of something.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Do you, Juliet Milburn,

take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?

I do.

And do you, Nicholas Tanner, take this woman

to be your lawfully wedded wife?

-I do. -ROARKE: Then,

by the power vested in me

as chief magistrate of Fantasy Island,

I now pronounce you man and wife.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Well, Mr. Bodine, your friend, Mr. Tanner, got the bride,

but you are the best man.

And I always will be, Mr. Roarke.

Well, just look at Nick,

he got a life sentence, after all.

[CHUCKLES] Yes, indeed. And I have a feeling

he's going to enjoy every second of it.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

Uh, Miss Parsons, we have, uh, something for you.

-A check for 100,000 dollars. -Oh, thank you.

For spending the necessary time in Blackmoor Manor.

That's right. Oh, that reminds me, Miss Parsons,

you will have a companion on your flight home.

-Timothy! -Yes.

You see, his father really did love him

and since his curse deprived his son of his youth,

uh, the Admiral asked me to make up for it

by letting Timothy live out a normal life.

Hopefully... falling in love and marrying.

Oh, he doesn't remember he was ever a ghost. Oh, no, no.

Uh, Mr. Black...

will you?

Uh, Mr. Black, may I introduce Miss Amanda Parsons?

How do you do? It's nice to meet you.

Miss Parsons is an expert in the occult.

Mm, really? That, uh, sounds like

-a very interesting field. -Mm, it is.

You meet some of the most beautiful people in it.

Oh. [CHUCKLES] Thank you very much, Mr. Roarke.

You're very welcome, Miss Parsons.

-Thank you, Tattoo. -Goodbye.

Come on. [CHUCKLES]

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

That was nice, boss.

Yes. [SIGHS]

[MOUTHING] Thank you.

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