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[THEME MUSIC PLAYS]

[PLANE ENGINE ROARING]

[BELL TOLLING]

The plane! The plane!

[GIGGLING]

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

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

ROARKE: Smiles, everyone, smiles.

[BAND PLAYS]

TATTOO: Boss, I bet he's a sport nut.

ROARKE: Quite correct, Tattoo.

His name is Mr. Norman Hackett.

He works for a sporting goods store in Seattle, Washington.

Mr. Hackett is a big sports fan,

and is about to fulfill his fantasy

of becoming owner and manager...

of a professional sports club.

That's a pretty tough racquet.

Does he have any experiences?

Oh, he knows all about sports and statistics

and talks a good game,

but now that talking is behind him,

and he will find that he must prove himself

on the field of battle.

TATTOO: Who are they, boss?

That is Miss Suzanne Quinn. She is from Texarkana, Arkansas.

The gentleman behind her

is Mr. Roy Bradford from Detroit, Michigan.

And that is Mr. Eldin Gimball from Fresno, California.

They are all total strangers, by the way.

You mean, each of them has a fantasy?

Actually, Tattoo, none of them has a fantasy.

[SIGHS DEEPLY] None of them has a fantasy?

The three of them were selected at random

and are here to compete in a contest

that will allow one of them, and only one...

to leave Fantasy Island with one million dollars.

[MOUTHING] One million...

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[QUACKING]

HACKETT: Hello, Tattoo.

-Mr. Roarke. -ROARKE: Ah, Mr. Hackett.

Oh, how about that weather out there?

What a great day for a ball game.

You know, we owners, we love sunny weather.

-It brings out the fans. -Yes, I suppose so.

But then again, there are those sports played indoors, as well.

Oh?

Does this mean that I get a basketball team?

-Well... -Uh, Mr. Roarke,

I'll take anything. I love all sports.

Sports are my life. Don't keep me in suspense.

What is it, basketball, hockey, what?

Boss, tell him.

You know, Mr. Hackett...

it's one thing to watch a sporting event on television

from your easy chair...

but quite another to be an owner-manager.

I know that, Mr. Roarke.

The truth is, uh...

I've been watching life

and living it from my easy chair.

And a counselor once told me that

the reason I never get really involved with anything

is because I have a fear of losing.

Oh, Mr. Hackett, you can only be a loser

if you think you're a loser.

HACKETT: You're absolutely right, Mr. Roarke.

I'm going to get right in the middle of things.

Right where the action is.

The action will be right here on Fantasy Island,

Mr. Hackett. Tattoo?

Oh, what's this?

You'll start with that.

Will you put it around your neck, please?

Oh.

ROARKE: That's it, thank you.

Now, just put it to your lips and blow as hard as you can.

[HIGH-PITCHED WHISTLING]

WOMAN: Whoa!

Where am I?

-[WOMEN SHOUTING] -What happened?

WOMAN: Move!

WOMAN 2: All right!

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

[WOMEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

Hey, buddy, what are you doing there, huh?

Who are you?

Me?

-I'm, uh... Norman Hackett. -Norman Hackett.

Oh, yeah, Mr. Roarke told me.

You're our new manager, terrific.

Look at this, girls. Sandy,

this is our new big shot manager.

He's going to save us.

No, no, no, no, I'm not your new manager.

Boy, am I in the wrong place.

Uh, do any of you girls know how I can find

the Pittsburgh Steelers training camp?

The Pittsburgh Steelers already have a manager.

You're just too afraid to admit that you're our manager.

You're ashamed to manage a team of losers, aren't you?

You're only losers if you think you're losers, young lady.

You see, I was brought here to take over

a professional sporting team, not, uh--

[CHUCKLING]

Not a what, huh? Go ahead and say it. Huh?

Girls roller derby team, yeah?

-Yeah. -What's wrong with roller derby?

What are you, some kind of snob or something?

You know, we were doing fine without you.

-Who needs you, anyway? -Good. What's your record?

-We've won three games already. -Out of how many?

Twenty-six.

We lost a lot of close ones.

-You won three out of 26? -Hmm.

[SIGHS]

Excuse me, I've, uh...

I got to talk to somebody very, very fast.

Excuse me.

-WOMAN 1: Yeah, sure, go on. -WOMAN 2: Yeah, right.

BRADFORD: You mean this guy flew us all the way out here

so one of us could win a million dollars

and we don't even get to meet him?

Which leads us to the question we've all been wanting to ask.

-What do we have to do to win? -Ah...

the person who performs the most noble, unselfish act

during his or her stay on Fantasy Island...

-will win. -You mean...

whoever does the best good deed...

wins a million bucks?

Correct, your benefactor will be watching you very closely

for the next two days, and he will make his decision

according to what he observes.

Why? What's in in it for him?

Yes, boss, what's in it for him?

I'm afraid I can't discuss his motivations.

And since any personal contact with him

could very well give one of you a decided advantage,

he insists you make no attempt to learn his identity.

But I assure you, his offer is legitimate

and every bit as simple as it sounds.

I don't know, it sounds very strange to me.

If you want to get out, I know someone

who would like to take your place.

Tattoo, please, don't.

[QUINN SIGHING] It may be strange,

but it sure as heck beats serving pitchers

at the Texarkana Brew And Chew all weekend.

Good. Will you excuse me, please?

Oh...

for the rest of the weekend

you may travel anywhere on the island you wish,

though your benefactor prefers that you remain together.

And he's taking care of any and all your bills.

Is that right?

Well, then, I vote that we kick this thing off

at the nearest chow house.

I am starved.

And may the best man-- I'm terribly sorry,

may the best person, win. Will you excuse us? Tattoo?

-[GIRLS GIGGLING] -Mr. Roarke?

ROARKE: Thank you, girls, thank you.

Something the matter, Mr. Hackett?

-Boy, did you make a mistake. -Mistake?

It's about that team you gave me for my fantasy.

-The Brownsville Blasters? -Yeah.

Well, that is the name of your team, Mr. Hackett.

Yeah, well, they are blasters, all right.

Yes, and they've had a pretty rough time of it.

Nobody seems to care for them.

Not their past owners, certainly not the fans.

They don't even seem to care for themselves.

All in all, they're not a very disciplined team.

The dirty dozen is more disciplined than they were.

The Blasters are yours, Mr. Hackett.

But, of course, you do have a choice.

You can either accept them,

or stop your fantasy and return home on the next plane.

Well, I'm going to have to think about that.

Oh, no, no, no, no, I'm afraid there is no time for that.

Tomorrow night, they play the champion

Los Angeles Thunderbirds in a televised exhibition game.

Now, if they don't win, the league has voted

to take away the franchise.

That, of course, means the end of the team.

Well, what can I do about that? Their record is three and 23.

I can't turn that around overnight.

Mr. Hackett...

you came here to own and manage

a professional sports club, and that is a professional club.

Now, I would suggest that you display

a little professionalism yourself.

Hey, Mr. owner-manager,

there's some guy at the arena who wants to talk to you

about your ideas on promotion.

Billboards, banners, stuff like that.

Yeah, yeah. Uh...

-tell him, uh-- -Tell him nothing, huh?

Zip ideas, just like all the others.

I bet you end up bailing out just like they did.

I can see it coming.

Not a very nice thing to say about somebody

you hardly even know.

Yeah? The last guy owned us for a week.

I'll give you less than that.

Apparently, she thinks you're the loser, Mr. Hackett.

Oh, yeah? Well, I'm going to show you, Mr. Roarke.

-I'm going to take the Blasters. -Good for you, Mr. Hackett.

It seems to me that we can all win that money.

What do you mean?

I mean...

We could all agree that no matter

who wins the million dollars, we could split it three ways.

Somehow, I don't think whoever's running this show

would take kindly to that idea.

MAN: All right, you little jerk,

I'm tired of you slopping those drinks all over me.

-[GRUNTS] -[WOMAN SCREAMS]

Hey, why don't you pick on someone your own size?

-Eldin! -You stay out of this, pal.

-What if I don't want to? -Eldin!

All right... Let's play it your way.

-[GRUNTS] -[WOMAN SHRIEKS]

[GLASS SHATTERS]

MAN 1: Hey!

Okay, that's enough.

[GROANS]

Well, if that wasn't the most lame brain thing

I've ever seen anyone do in my life.

I would call it...

-noble. -Noble?

Noble and...

unselfish.

Is that why you did it?

Haven't you noticed what's parked over there?

I'll bet that there rich mobile belongs to the benefactor.

I did say he'd be watching you closely.

I guess that makes the score...

one to zero...

To zero.

HACKETT: That's what I ordered and that's what I want!

Showgirl gown, yeah!

I'm going to give the Belles a new look

and a new pride in themselves.

Yeah, and I changed the name of the team.

It's now the Brownsville Belles.

And I need 5,000 "I Love the Belles" buttons.

"I Love The Belles" button.

You got it.

Wow, you're sure really busy.

Determination. Determination is the key to good leadership.

Determination...

Knowing how to promote a good team.

A little showmanship doesn't hurt, either.

They still don't look too happy.

You're right.

I'm going to have to talk to them. Whip them into shape.

Show them who's boss.

Get tough with them.

Sometimes it's better to be gentle.

Do you think Vince Lombardi was gentle with his players?

You let me handle it my way, all right, Tattoo?

Thank you anyway.

[WHISTLE BLOWING]

Girls... ladies,

what kind of blocking do you call that?

I mean, you weren't supposed to let that jammer through.

Now, we're going to do it right even if it takes all night.

That means everybody.

-Have you got it? -[GROANING]

Got it.

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

That's showing them.

Are you all right?

BRADFORD: Hey, Eldin, remember what you said about

-splitting the money? -Hey!

Oh, yeah, I remember what I said...

but I take back that offer.

-WOMAN: No, no, no, no! -MAN: Give me that purse!

WOMAN: No, stop it, stop! Somebody stop him!

Oh, no!

BRADFORD: Hey, stop! Come back here!

[GASPING]

-[LEAVES RUSTLING] -[BOTH GRUNT]

[EXHALES]

Mr. Bradford, are you all right?

-Sure, sure. -Are you sure?

-Oh, thank you. -It's no big deal.

Back home, chasing muggers gets to be second nature.

Thank you so much.

-Hey, are you okay? -Sure.

You know, you've done the island

a great service, Mr. Bradford.

Hey, I did me a good deed! How do you like that?

The real question is...

is how does he like that?

QUINN: Sure would like to know who he is.

Does he live here on the island, Mr. Roarke?

The benefactor has a home here, yes.

In fact, I'm going there for dinner this evening.

So, if you'll excuse us...

Tattoo.

-MAN: Good evening, Mr. Roarke. -Good evening.

MAN: How do you like the way things are progressing so far?

In all the years I've known you,

I had no idea you were such a fine actor, Mr. Gimball.

Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

-I'm full of surprises. -Indeed.

Oh, and I must also compliment you, Phillip,

on the lovely performance you gave this afternoon.

Thank you, sir.

Shall we eat?

GIMBALL: The limousine was a nice touch, don't you think?

-Very. -And the staging of the fight

between me and my dear friend Phillip, here?

Excellent.

They really have no idea that they're just pawns in a...

bet between me and you.

The way you are manipulating them

is precisely what bothers me.

I'm afraid someone's going to get hurt.

Well, that's the difference between us.

See, you refuse to admit

that when there's money on the line,

that people revert to the greedy...

selfish animals they truly are.

I refuse to believe that, yes.

Well, we're going to find that out, aren't we?

Once and for all.

If Suzie and Roy continue to, um...

Behave admirably, as you say,

then I'll have been wrong, and I'll lose our bet.

But if... No...

when they show humanity's true dismal colors

and do something underhanded tomorrow,

then I'll have been right.

And you know what that means, don't you?

I must announce publicly

that people are basically corruptible after all.

[CHUCKLES]

Either way, I'll have to give one of those two

a million dollars.

But seeing you eat crow will be worth it.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

HACKETT: Good workout, girls, hit the showers.

ROARKE: Mr. Hackett?

Oh, Mr. Roarke.

-Tattoo. -Hi, boss.

-We just left the girls. -Oh?

Oh, they're really set for the big game tonight.

Uh, everything is in order.

Not quite everything, Mr. Hackett.

There is a problem.

This check you gave me for your fantasy bounced.

-Bounced? -ROARKE: Bounced.

-That's impossible. -Are you sure, boss?

Mr. Hackett, do you know a Mr. Charles Delco?

Of course, Charlie Delco.

Charlie Delco is not only my best friend,

but he also happens to be my accountant.

He takes care of all my money, not that I have a lot,

but what little I have, uh, he looks after.

It seems your accountant has closed your account.

And when last seen was taking a plane

with a Miss Laverne Blodgett.

You mean...

they skipped off with everything?

I'm sorry, Mr. Hackett,

but your fantasy is no longer a fantasy.

It's now become very real,

as real as all those bills you managed to pile up.

Oh, I hope you haven't written personal checks for them?

Well, of course I did!

I thought it was part of the fantasy!

Oh, I am so sorry.

You understand my position, of course.

I mean, since the fee for your fantasy was never paid,

I cannot be responsible,

as I normally would, for actions taken in the course of it.

Roarke, I spent thousands.

And people go to jail for writing real rubber checks.

Yes, yes, that is true. I suppose,

prison is a possibility to be considered.

Oh, yes.

HACKETT: And those girls are counting on me.

I'm not going to let those girls down.

But I don't want to go to jail, either.

What am I going to do?

Something occurs to me.

There is a gentleman here,

a Mr. TJ Cunningham...

who was interested in buying the team a couple of weeks ago.

Perhaps...

Perhaps he still is.

I hope he doesn't know the Belles' record.

As I recall, Mr. Cunningham insisted upon

only one condition...

a winning team.

So, if the Belles do win,

that could be a way for you to fulfill your fantasy,

without cost and...

it will mean staying out of jail.

You're right, Roarke.

All right, he wants a winning team, huh?

All right, you just make sure that TJ Cunningham

is at that game tonight,

because I am going to turn the Belles

into the most exciting team that that man has ever seen.

That's Tina, she's, uh...

Yes, Sir, real pretty kids.

-You always been a waitress? -Mmm-hmm...

was saving to go to cooking school for a while...

then my daddy got real sick and had to quit his job, so...

all the extra money goes to my folks.

Sure wouldn't mind being in that winner's circle tonight.

[EXHALES] I wouldn't either.

Hey, look there!

Something's burning!

WOMAN: Oh, that's terrible, I can't believe it.

-Is anybody in there? -WOMAN 2: I don't know.

Oh, no, Murphy!

-Oh, no, stay here, son. -You don't understand!

Murphy's still inside.

-Somebody's in there? Holy moly! -No, Suzie, come back here!

[FIRE TRUCK BELL RINGING]

WOMAN: Is she getting out? Somebody go in there--

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

Mike, where are your parents?

They went sightseeing,

but Murphy's in there, Mr. Roarke.

-So is Suzie. -Suzie?

[EXPLOSION]

All I could find was this cute little old thing.

Murphy!

Murphy's the dog?

Miss Quinn, that was a very foolish thing to do.

I know.

Sometimes...

my brain doesn't work as fast as the rest of me.

But I'll bet as far as our benefactor's concerned,

you just did something that was noble and unselfish.

You think so, Mr. Roarke?

I would say so, yes.

Well...

I guess that...

makes us all even.

GIMBALL: Well, I wouldn't say that.

What do you mean?

Well, getting beat up by a bully is one thing, but...

it doesn't compare to catching a criminal or...

Risking your life.

I mean, if I were the benefactor,

I'd have to choose between...

the two of you.

Wouldn't you, Mr. Roarke?

Look, girls, we've only been together just a short time,

and, uh, so we really haven't had a chance

to talk to each other.

But I do have one philosophy in life,

and that is, uh...

nobody ever remembered anyone who came in...

-second. -We do, we almost always do.

I mean, lately losing seems to be what we do best.

You're going to have to stop using the word loser.

That is something in the past.

You have to think about the future.

Remember the word of the immortal Satchel Paige...

-"Don't look back... -[MOUTHING]

...something might be gaining on you."

What does that have to do with anything?

I am so glad that you asked that question, young lady...

because I'm going to tell you what's gaining on you.

What's gaining on you is defeatism.

How can you win if you come out here thinking

that you are going to fall flat on your faces?

-[CLAPPING] -[WOMEN CHUCKLING]

Well, let me tell you, I am going to do

everything that I can...

to make the Belles winners.

And I am sure that I am going to get your full support.

WOMAN: Let's get to work here. Let's try it again.

It's not that we don't want to believe in you...

it's just that we've been burned too many times.

Sandy, I think I should at least be given a chance.

You're something else.

Maybe you are different.

Maybe you can make winners out of us.

I can.

I mean, we were a really good team.

A really good team.

Until our morale started falling apart.

And that's what we're going to work on.

All right?

Okay.

-Okay. -Okay. [CHUCKLES]

How'd I do, Tattoo?

Pretty good, but what happens if they find out

that you may think of selling the team?

I wouldn't blame them if they wanted to kill me.

What else can I do?

I don't want to spend the next ten years in a cracker box.

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

WOMAN: Hey, hey, that's it!

-BRADFORD: Hi, Tattoo. -TATTOO: Hi, Mr. Bradford.

-Mind if I sit down? -Please do.

Oh, hot fudge sundae, huh?

You better dig in, I know how fast they melt.

Oh, hey, don't mind me.

This contest got me so wired, I can't eat.

The real killer is not knowing who the benefactor is.

I don't suppose you know, do you, Tattoo?

QUINN: Well, well, well.

Lookie who's here.

I thought you was going back to your bungalow for a nap?

No, I just came by to say hi to Tattoo, that's all.

Trying to wrangle the name of the benefactor out of him

-is what you was doing. -Well, what if I was?

You wouldn't even be here if you weren't trying to do

exactly the same thing!

I'm here because I figured you was doing something sneaky,

and I was right!

BRADFORD: You don't call following me around sneaky?

QUINN: Not as sneaky as getting the name of the benefactor

so as you can go buttering him up.

Maybe I just wanted to ask him

what pile of corn pone he pulled your name from!

QUINN: If I didn't think we was being watched right now,

I'd knock you clean on your rear end!

People, people, can you settle this somewhere else?

I better not catch you pulling anything like this again.

Yeah, well, just don't go playing bloodhound,

and you won't.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

SANDY: Leave it up to Norman to come up

with this crazy idea of us wearing showgirl gowns.

Boy, he's something special.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

It's me, girls.

Ah, you look great.

WOMAN: Thanks.

All right, girls, listen up.

I, uh, I don't have to tell you what this night means.

It is...

us against them.

WOMEN: Yeah... Yeah.

HACKETT: It's good against evil.

It's right and might, which is us,

against wrong and strong, which is them.

And it's win, it's win, it's win, it's win!

WOMEN: It's win!

Like the famous coach once said,

"We are going to rock this arena until it shakes!"

-[WOMEN CHANTING] -Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

All right, so when we go out there

and we start skating in that rink,

WOMAN: Yeah.

I want you girls to hold your heads up high

and let that big crowd out there know...

-what we are made of. -WOMAN: We know it!

Go! Go! Get them all!

Get them all and come back with a victory!

You know, Norman,

in a lot of ways you're the strongest man I've ever met.

Well, actually, I, uh...

-did pump a little iron once. -[CHUCKLES]

I don't mean strong that way.

I mean you're the first manager who...

Who hasn't given up on us.

Who hasn't thought of us as a bunch of losers.

So tonight, Norman, we're going out there

and we're going to win for you. For sticking by us.

And because we love you.

Especially me.

Well, I got a lot of help.

I mean, I couldn't have done it without the help of--

You say you love me?

I think so.

I know so.

Sandy, there's something I've got to tell you, uh...

-I've got a problem. -A problem?

I'm sure it's nothing you can't handle.

What's wrong?

Sandy, I've got to...

All right... this is the wrong time to tell you this,

because there is an important game to be played out there.

And me, as your coach and your manager,

I am ordering you to go out there and win that game.

Oh, Norman, I love it best when you talk to me that way!

[SMOOCHES]

TATTOO ON PA: And now, ladies and gentlemen,

the all-new, the brand-new Brownsville Belles.

[CROWD CHEERING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

[CROWD WHISTLING]

-Come on, all in! -[APPLAUSE]

[HACKETT TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

[HACKETT CONTINUES TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

HACKETT: Okay, people. Did you learn anything?

Start memorizing your speech, Mr. Roarke.

Is something wrong?

Suzie just arranged for her main competitor

to receive a telegram this evening.

Care to read it?

See...

you dangle money in front of somebody, anybody,

and whatever mask of decency they've been wearing,

it sloughs off like snake skin.

For a man who believes he just won a bet,

you don't sound very pleased, Mr. Gimball.

Maybe I'm not.

Maybe I was hoping deep down inside

that human beings are really

the noble creatures you said they were.

But they're not...

are they, Mr. Roarke?

TATTOO ON PA: Ladies and gentlemen...

We are watching a terrific game tonight.

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

HACKETT: Okay, come on, Valerie, get 'em, baby!

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

Get rid of it, get rid of it! [YELLS]

Come on, Sandy, go, go, go, go!

[WHISTLE BLOWING]

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

[CROWD CHEERING]

You get 'em! Kill them, kill them!

[TATTOO SHOUTING OVER PA]

[BUZZER RINGING]

All right, we're down by eight points,

but we're going to come out smoking in the second half.

That's telling them, Norman.

The Belles are going to pull this one out.

You just wait and see.

Aren't you the guy who tried to buy the team

a couple of months ago?

I'll bet you're surprised to see me back.

Disgusted is more like it.

It might interest you to know that after tonight's game,

I'm going to be your new owner.

That is, if you win.

It might interest you to know

that we already have a new owner.

His name is Norman Hackett.

CUNNINGHAM: Yes, I met with Mr. Hackett this afternoon.

We came to an understanding about a selling price.

Know why I changed my mind about buying the team?

Because there's something different about you.

Now, you have class.

Yeah, class, Mister.

[SEAGULLS CAWING]

Hi.

Hi.

Listen...

Listen, I don't know about you, but...

no matter how things turn out,

I'll just be glad when this whole thing's over.

I'm not real proud of the way I acted today.

I know the feeling.

Good evening,

this telegram just arrived for you, Mr. Bradford.

Well, what does it say?

I'm not laid off anymore. My wife says

they want me back at work tomorrow.

Oh, I have to leave right away.

If you hurry, you can still catch the nine o'clock flight.

What about the contest?

If I leave right now, am I still in the running?

Technically, I'm afraid the contest isn't over

until the winner is announced.

Well, if I don't show up to claim my job,

they'll give it to somebody else.

Oh... the hell with it.

Listen, one of you guys can win the million dollars.

There's no way I'm going to gamble away

a sure thing like this.

Goodbye, Mr. Roarke,

and tell the benefactor, thanks anyway.

It's you and me, Suzie. [CHUCKLES]

-Will you excuse me? -Yes.

Yes?

Well, it looks like Suzie wins the contest,

but I win the bet, right, Mr. Roarke?

Right, Sir.

Why don't you make the announcement of the winner,

and... I'll go get a cashier's check

and I'll meet you back at your office, outside?

And then after, I'll present...

Suzie with the prize money...

and then you can make your little speech about

human nature. [LAUGHING]

Mr. Roarke.

[APPLAUSE]

Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention?

Here is the announcement we've all been waiting for.

It has been decided that the person

who has performed the most noble, unselfish act,

the winner of one million dollars--

No! No, Mr. Roarke, please!

Please, Mr. Roarke!

Mr. Roarke, I can't go through with it.

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

Just stop Roy from getting on that plane.

-But his job. -There ain't no job.

-Please, you got to stop him. -Very well, Ms. Quinn...

if you're sure that's what you want.

I sure hope it is, Mr. Roarke.

SANDY: Maybe he's got a good reason for selling us.

I think we should give Norman a chance to explain.

I think you fell for the guy, that's what I think.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

HACKETT: It's me, oh, you girls were great,

you were terrific, the first half was terrific!

Oh...

What? Something wrong?

There's a guy out there who says

he's going to buy the team if we win.

Is that right?

Now, now, now, now, now, no...

Well... yes, yes, uh...

Well, you can forget it,

because we're not going out for the second half.

-WOMEN: That's right, that's right. -[CHUCKLING]

All right, all right, you got me.

That's a-- That's a good joke. It's very, very funny.

No joke, Norman.

What's the matter, can't you girls wait until after the game,

and then you can listen to my reason?

The game is over now.

You lied to me.

You lied to all of us!

Wait, wait, wait a minute, wait a minute.

Please, just give me one minute.

Yes, yes, I admit I lied. I had to.

You see, the--

This all started off as a...

As a fantasy to me...

and then I ran into, uh,

some financial misunderstandings,

but I just want to tell you kids,

that you kids are good.

I mean, you kids are real, real good.

This afternoon at practice,

tonight in the first half of that game,

you girls skated like pros, you skated like winners.

I mean, you looked good, you felt good,

and above all, you knew that you were good.

There's a big crowd out there who loves you kids,

believes in you, and they want to see you.

So if you're gonna quit, you quit on me,

but don't you dare quit on yourselves.

ROARKE: Miss Quinn, may I introduce the gentleman

who sponsored this contest, Mr. Eldin Gimball.

Mr. Gimball...

there's something I got to confess.

Gimball?

Eldin?

-Eldin, what are-- -[CHUCKLES]

I know, it's a little confusing, but nonetheless...

here is your check...

for one million dollars.

Mr. Roarke, I was told to come back.

-What's going on? -Roy, meet the benefactor.

If you've got to give that money to somebody, give it to Roy.

You got no job back home.

I sent that telegram to get you out of the contest.

So, why are you refusing this check?

Because I'm ashamed of myself, that's why.

You put her up to it, didn't you?

It's a trick to make me think I lost our bet.

Bet? What bet?

That people are all alike.

That when it comes to money,

they'll stop at nothing to get it.

So you mean Suzie and I were just guinea pigs

and this whole thing is nothing but an experiment?

Here's a clue to what you can do with your experiment, pal,

-and your million bucks. -[THUDS]

You know what your trouble is, you slimy, little toad?

You don't think all people are alike,

you just think they're all like you.

Ow! Oh, oh...

[LAUGHING]

ROARKE: Are you all right, Mr. Gimball?

Never better, Mr. Roarke. [CHUCKLES]

Come on, the both of you, come out with me, please.

Mr. Roarke. [LAUGHING]

GIMBALL ON PA: Ladies and gentlemen...

Mr. Roarke was supposed to be making this speech, not I.

He was supposed to stand here and confirm

that human beings are, by nature...

greedy...

and deceitful.

Well, these two people here have proved me wrong.

And in return for making me see

that there is hope...

for the human race after all...

I'm giving each one of these people...

-a million dollars... -[APPLAUSE]

...and my deepest thanks.

[APPLAUSE]

Roy.

-God bless. -Thank you, thank you.

You're welcome.

Suzie?

Hearing you say "I'm sorry" is what I was waiting for.

I was, uh...

hoping to say that on the dance floor.

[SLOW MUSIC PLAYING]

ROARKE: Isn't it time for the second half to begin, Mr. Hackett?

There's not going to be any second half.

Oh? Why not?

[CROWD CHANTING] We want the Belles!

I gave it my best shot, Mr. Roarke, I tried...

[CROWD CONTINUES CHANTING]

...but those girls are not coming out

of that dressing room.

It's all my fault, it's...

I just didn't have the faith in them.

I was the one that... sold out.

[CROWD CONTINUES CHANTING]

[CROWD CHEERING]

[APPLAUSE]

-[WHISTLE BLOWING] -[GAME TUNE PLAYING]

Ladies and gentlemen,

the Belles are really skating tonight!

Look at them go!

[TATTOO CONTINUES ON PA]

[GAME TUNE PLAYING CRESCENDO]

[OVERLAPPING SHOUTING]

Dig, dig, dig, dig!

[WHISTLE BLOWING]

[TATTOO OVER PA] The Belles score again!

They're only three points behind.

Go! Go! Go!

The Belles just scored again!

Now they're only two points behind!

[TATTOO CONTINUES OVER PA]

All right, get rid of it, get rid of it!

That a girl!

TATTOO: The Belles just scored again!

Boss, only one point behind.

Look at her! She's going for the winning point!

-Go! Go! -Yeah, come on!

TATTOO: The clock is running out.

-Only seconds remain in the game! -Come on!

The Belles get closer...

[CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY]

Come on, girls!

Five seconds!

TATTOO: Four seconds!

-Three! -Yes, baby!

TATTOO: Sandy's breaking through!

-[WHISTLE BLOWING] -[CHEERING]

[APPLAUSE]

All right, all right!

[CHEERING AND APPLAUSE]

Bravo, bravo!

HACKETT: Back to the start, going to practice,

worked tonight. That's why we won, okay, kids?

Go take a bubble bath. Congratulations again, kids.

Congratulations, Mr. Hackett, congratulations.

Thank you, thank you, Mr. Roarke.

-The Belles were great. -Well, it looks like I'm going to buy

a winner after all, Mr. Roarke, but that's the name of the game.

I have a feeling that the team

won't be for sale after tonight, Mr. Cunningham.

It seems that the accountant who absconded

with Mr. Hackett's money has been located.

You mean they found Charlie and Laverne?

ROARKE: That's right.

Which means you are no longer insolvent, Mr. Hackett.

You can pay all your bills.

Ah!

And I believe that's the name of the game, Mr. Cunningham.

[SMOOCHING]

Oh, thank you.

Well, in spite of everything, did you both enjoy yourselves?

-I can't complain. [LAUGHS] -QUINN: Me neither.

Mr. Roarke, I want to thank you for everything.

-Yes, Mr. Bradford, my pleasure. -Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

-You're welcome, Miss Quinn. -Goodbye, Tattoo.

You coming, Eldin?

-In a moment. -Okay.

-Thank you. -Yes, Mr. Gimball.

You're leaving, too?

I thought I'd see what Arkansas was like this time of the year.

She's really something, isn't she?

You might say she is one in a million.

Well, Mr. Hackett,

are you satisfied with the outcome of your fantasy?

Satisfied?

This has far exceeded my wildest dreams.

-Then, I'm delighted. -HACKETT: Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

-Tattoo. -Good luck.

Thanks for everything.

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