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[THEME MUSIC PLAYS]

[BELL TOLLS]

The plane! The plane!

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

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

[CAR HORN HONKING]

[PLANE ENGINE STOPS]

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

ROARKE: Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

[BAND PLAYING]

TATTOO: Who are they, boss?

ROARKE: That's Mr. Herbert Solmes,

his wife Beatrice, and their daughter Allison.

-Which one has a fantasy? -ROARKE: Mrs. Solmes,

but her daughter is the one who is going to experience it.

Boss, you lost me.

Mrs. Solmes used to be in the theater.

Now, her dream is for her daughter to pick up

where she left off.

Mrs. Solmes's fantasy is for her daughter

to perform in an operetta.

Unfortunately, Miss Allison Solmes

has no desire to become an actress.

As for Mr. Solmes, he has a secret fantasy,

which, if fulfilled,

will greatly influence his family's future happiness.

-TATTOO: I'm confused, boss. -ROARKE: Trust me, Tattoo.

TATTOO: Boss, who is the pretty lady?

ROARKE: Her name is Miss Margaret Stanton.

She's an attorney with the law firm

of Peabody, Melton, and Stern.

Hmm, she's here to sue us, boss?

No, no, no, Tattoo. Actually, Ms. Stanton was sent here

by her firm to deliver a check to the person

holding the winning ticket on the Irish sweepstakes.

Who did win? Whose friend is it?

Uh, anybody I know?

ROARKE: Actually, you knew Ambrose Hoskins very well.

Ambrose? But, boss, he's dead.

Which opens the door to a number

of very interesting possibilities.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

ALLISON: First it was piano lessons, then ballet,

charm school, baton twirling, and now this.

I don't want to go into show business,

be in some silly operetta.

Why can't my mother realize that?

Well, trying to live their lives over through their children

is a mistake many parents make.

Well, I can't take it much longer, Mr. Roarke.

Which operetta are you going to sing?

ROARKE: It's called Naughty Marietta.

The character Miss Solmes will be portraying, Marietta,

is a French princess who runs away

from an undesirable marriage by joining the casquette girls.

The casquette girls were women who traveled

to Colonial Louisiana,

where they were bought by men in need of wives.

I think it will be best if you read the play

and acquaint yourself with the plot, Miss Solmes.

ALLISON: I think I better warn you about something.

-ROARKE: What? -I can't even carry a tune.

Well, perhaps we can remedy that.

Uh, sing something please. Anything, just a few bars.

Go ahead.

-[SINGING OFF KEY] -♪ Somewhere over the rainbow ♪

Th-- That's very nice.

But, um...

will you open your mouth, please?

[PUMP SPRAYS]

Now, try again.

-[SINGING IN AN OPERA VOICE] -♪ Somewhere ♪

♪ Over the rainbow ♪

TATTOO: Boss, you're terrific.

-Mr. Roarke, was that me? -Oh, indeed it was.

Now, Miss Solmes...

open the book, and we'll be on our way.

MAN: The boat's here! The casquette girls are here.

The boat's here!

-Yes, Miss Solmes. -[HORSE NEIGHING]

Colonial New Orleans in the year 1780.

The casquette girls have just arrived from France.

Your mother wanted you to play the role of Marietta

and indeed you will.

As quickly as you can,

familiarize yourself with the book.

Hey, what are you doing?

BURLY MAN: I take you as my wife, wench. Let's go!

ALLISON: Get your hands off. Wait a minute. Put me down.

-Mr. Roarke. Mr. Roarke, help! -The book, Miss Solmes.

-Read the book. -Mr. Roarke.

What page?

Forgive me for being late, Miss Stanton.

I was unavoidably detained.

Of course. Shall we get down to business?

-Uh, yes, may I? Thank you. -Please.

As you know, I was sent here by my firm to present

this check to the winner of the Irish sweepstakes,

-a Mr. Ambrose Hoskins. -Yes.

Now, according to his file,

Mr. Hoskins was a retired merchant ship captain,

and for the past seven years,

he worked here as your head groundskeeper.

Yes, that is true. Unfortunately,

Mr. Hoskins passed away only last week.

There was another party named by the late Mr. Hoskins

-on the winning ticket. -Oh?

Who is it, boss? What's his name?

"Ambrose Hoskins and best friend?"

Did Ambrose write that?

Yes, and I'm here on behalf of my firm to find

his best friend and to present him or her with this check.

That's not gonna be easy.

What Tattoo is trying to say is that Mr. Hoskins

was not blessed with, um,

uh, shall we say, a very amiable personality.

You may have some difficulty locating his "best friend".

I'd be most grateful to you for any help you could give me

in locating his best friend.

Very well, Miss Stanton, we'll see what we can do.

Uh, Tattoo, since you are familiar with all the members

of our staff, as well as most of the island population,

I want you to look into this matter at once.

-And you will be in full charge. -Anything you say, boss.

But like I say, it's not gonna be easy.

Excuse me.

BEATRICE: It's ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous,

and I'm going to speak to Mr. Roarke

about it immediately.

If he thinks for one moment-- Ah, there he is.

Mr. Roarke? I want to tell him.

-Mr. Roarke. -ROARKE: Yes.

We have just come from the theater,

and there's no rehearsal going on.

Now, how can Allison star in Naughty Marietta

when she doesn't even rehearse?

I sent your daughter back in time

so, she could experience the true story.

You mean Allison is actually going to be Marietta?

[CHUCKLES] Oh, indeed.

-Oh, no, no, no, no. -Dear, is something wrong?

Is something wrong?

When I said that I wanted Allison to appear

in an operetta, I meant act in it, not live it.

-Oh, no, Captain Warrington. -Dear, who's he?

He's the romantic lead in the operetta.

She's going to meet him and fall hopelessly in love with him.

Dear, what's wrong that?

Herbert, he's a fantasy.

There are no real men like him. He's perfect.

And when her fantasy is over, can you imagine her reaction

to the average, imperfect, slightly slobby real man?

-HERBERT: Well, I suppose-- -BEATRICE: No, no, no.

Mr. Roarke, bring my daughter back immediately.

Oh, I'm afraid it's too late for that, Mrs. Solmes.

However, there is something I can do for you.

Then I demand that you do it immediately.

-If you insist. -I insist.

Will you close your eyes, please?

You, too, Mr. Solmes. Please.

ROARKE: That's right.

Mr. Roarke? Herbert?

You really blowing it, Roarke. All right.

Well, I'll just straighten this thing out myself.

I've got to keep Allison away from anyone named Captain Warrington.

HERBERT: Roarke, what have you done? Where am I?

Allison? Beatrice?

Hey, Miss, Miss, did you hear about Old Ambrose?

About him kicking off last week? Who cares?

No, no, no, no, no, about him winning the Irish sweepstakes.

With him dead, who's all that money gonna go to?

His best friend.

Sure wish I would have treated him nicer

while he was still alive and kicking.

Me too, and I bet you'll never guess who was picked to find out

who Ambrose's best friend was.

You ready for this?

Tattoo.

WOMAN: You mean Tattoo decides who gets the million bucks?

[CAR APPROACHING]

-[MAN LAUGHS] All right. -[ALLISON SHOUTS]

All right, wench, rest on me!

All right, all right, all right, all right, all right.

You lousy creep!

Creep? I don't creep for nobody. [LAUGHS]

[ALLISON GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS] Sorry for the inconvenience, Miss.

These men have been waiting for you women

to arrive for a long time.

Let's see, you must be...

Captain Richard Warrington at your service.

-And your name is? -Allis--

I mean, Marietta.

Marietta. That's a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.

-Shall we? -Shall we what?

[CHUCKLES] Leave, preferably before our friend here wakes up.

Oh, I don't know if I'm supposed to leave with you or not.

I haven't read that far yet.

-I beg your pardon? -Oh, what the heck.

Allison! Get away from that man! Allison!

-[BURLY MAN GRUNTS] -No, Allison!

[GRUNTS] Oh, you masher!

-Oh, my beauty. -Oh.

-I like a woman with pluck. -I'll show you pluck.

[SCREAMS]

-[LAUGHS] -[SCREAMS]

-You're gonna be my wife. -[SCREAMING CONTINUES]

[SCREAMS] Herbert! Wherever you are, save me, Herbert!

TATTOO: Now, because of all that money,

everybody on the island is claiming

to be Ambrose' best friend.

CHARLES: Hey, Tattoo, Tattoo!

Listen, uh, I'm real glad I bumped into you.

I, uh, I found this under the seat of my car.

Uh, I wasn't sure what to do with it.

-It belonged to Old Dad Hoskins. -Old Dad Hoskins?

Yeah, I-- I started calling him that,

just after he started calling me, "son."

You know, a lot of people used to bad-mouth him,

but Old Dad was really a fun, crazy guy.

I miss the old guy.

Now, he's up there somewhere looking down at me...

wishing he had done something nice for me,

wishing he had left something like money for me.

Maybe by leaving this cross in my car

he was trying to tell me something.

Maybe you should keep it.

HERBERT: Beatrice, Allison, where are you?

Where am I? How did I get here?

♪ For I'm falling in love ♪

♪ With someone ♪

♪ Some one girl ♪

♪ I'm falling in love With someone ♪

♪ Head a-whirl ♪

♪ Yes, I'm falling in love ♪

♪ With someone ♪

♪ Plain to see ♪

♪ I'm sure I could ♪

♪ Love someone madly ♪

♪ If someone would only ♪

♪ Love me ♪

I can't remember ever being this happy.

My dear daughter...

you don't know how long...

I've waited for at least one of us to be happy.

If Warrington keeps Allison happy for the next

couple of days, I'll be the happiest one of all.

MARGARET: I let the cat out of the bag.

Now, everyone on the island is pretending

to be Mr. Hoskins' best friend.

Yes. Tattoo, perhaps you've been been looking in the wrong places

-for this missing millionaire. -What do you mean, boss?

Well, just that we're all creatures of habit,

and as such, we usually keep those things

we consider precious, such as mementos of close friendships,

in a place that is most private to us.

I got it, boss. Ambrose' cottage!

His cottage. Could be.

In any event, I believe it's worth checking out.

Shall we?

ROARKE: Thank you, Tattoo.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Kind of spooky, huh, boss?

Almost like Ambrose is still alive.

Perhaps he is, Tattoo.

In a sense.

ROARKE: Tattoo, will you come here, please?

This will be of a great interest to you.

"The loneliness of old age is little understood

by those who have not yet walked

in the constant shadow of death.

I have known and suffered the abuse and indignity

until finally I turned away from people.

Only one person seemed to understand

what it's like to grow old, to be without companionship.

He used to come and visit me,

asking for nothing, only to say hello.

I hold him as my true and only friend.

His name is...

Tattoo."

Well, Tattoo, it seems you've found the best friend

you were looking for.

Tattoo, you're a millionaire!

Boss, I-- I'm a millionaire.

-Oh, yes. -I can't believe this.

Miss Stanton, I'm a millionaire. I'm rich, I'm rich!

I can't believe this. This is fantastic.

I'm rich. I'm a millionaire! Oh, this is fantastic!

I'll see you later! I'm rich! Hey, guys!

Hey, I'm a millionaire!

I'm a millionaire! Where are you?

Hey, guys, I'm a millionaire. I'm rich!

Where are you guys?

Oh, you're in trouble, bully. Oh, you wait and see.

I'll get even with you. [GRUNTING]

Herbert, darling, over here! Hurry. Hurry. [SOBS]

Where have you been?

[PANTS] Completely and totally lost.

Well, don't just stand there. Untie me.

Oh, of course, of course.

-Ow, Herbert! -Sorry, dear.

Ow!

Hey, what do you think you're doing?

That's my woman.

I beg your pardon, sir,

-but she's my wife. -Ow!

I saw her first. She's my wife!

-Ow! -She is my wife!

-Ow, Herbert. -BURLY MAN: I saw her first.

-She's mine. -[GRUNTS] Ooh!

HERBERT: I beg to differ with you, sir,

but this woman happens to be...

-...married to-- -Now see here!

There will be no fighting over this woman.

Since the two of you have laid claim to her,

the only thing to do is to award her to the highest bidder.

-And who do you think you are? -I am the governor, madam.

Now, I will start the biding at 50 franc.

-Do I hear 60? -Sixty francs.

Seventy.

-Eighty francs. -I have 80 francs.

GOVERNOR: Once, twice.

Herbert, what are you waiting for?

-That's an awful lot of francs. -Bid, Herbert.

-Ninety! -GOVERNOR: Ninety francs.

GOVERNOR: Once, twice.

Sold for 90 francs.

-Pay the man, Herbert. -Yes, my dear.

[CHUCKLES]

I'm awfully sorry, but, I, uh--

I don't seem to have any cash. [CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY]

Oh, Herbert!

But you've always told me never to carry it.

[SIGHS]

Ah, but...

-What is it? -Don't you take credit cards?

-Eighty francs, and she's yours. -Thank you, sir!

BURLY MAN: You are now legally my wife.

-But-- -BEATRICE: You bum.

You'll pay for this outrage, Herbert.

Find Allison! At least try to save her!

HERBERT: It's too late, she's already fallen in love

with Captain Warrington.

BEATRICE: You heard me, Herbert!

-TATTOO: Boss. -ROARKE: Yes.

What's my car doing here? I don't understand.

[ROARKE CLEARS THROAT]

Oh, no, no, no, no.

-Allow me, please. -What is this?

What's going on?

Welcome to the presidential bungalow, Mr. Tattoo.

I hope it meets with your approval.

"Mr. Tattoo?"

Would you care for some champagne, Mr. Tattoo?

Thank you.

-Mr. Roarke. -Thank you.

The chefs prepared this meal especially for you, Mr. Tattoo.

Rack of lamb, potatoes Julienne, and crepe suzettes.

I propose a toast to Mr. Tattoo and his very good fortune.

Hey, Mitzi, you want to join us, too?

MITZI: Oh, no, I'm afraid we can't.

The rule against fraternizing with the guests.

[GLASSES CLINK]

And now, if you will excuse me, I must be getting back to work.

I trust you'll enjoy your stay with us.

Oh, and I would appreciate it

if you stop by my office later on and see me,

at your convenience, of course. Excuse me.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Would you like some mint jelly with your lamb, sir?

All right. Cut that "sir" business out.

Why don't you sit down and have a bite with me?

What good is all this if you can't share it, huh?

Look, I'd really like to join you,

but, uh, you don't want to get me canned, do you?

So, uh, if there's nothing else,

would you, uh, please sign the check and I'll be going?

-[CHUCKLES] This is living, man. -Yeah, for you.

Thank you, sir, Mr. Tattoo.

I can't understand how someone as pretty as you

couldn't find a husband.

Who says I'm looking for one?

Because you're a casquette girl,

which means that you've come to Colony to get married.

Good point.

You know, you don't have to marry

one of those swamp rats.

-You could always marry me. -But I don't even know you.

[CHUCKLES] But I don't know you either.

See, how much we have in common?

You must be just starved after your trip.

Let me fix you something to eat.

ALLISON: I wonder what happens next in this operetta.

Let's see. Act two, page 37.

He starts to sing,

while he's thinking about trying to seduce me.

RICHARD: ♪ Ah, Sweet mystery of life ♪

♪ At last I found thee ♪

♪ Oh, I know at last ♪

♪ The secret of it all ♪

♪ All the longing, seeking ♪

♪ Striving, waiting, yearning ♪

♪ The burning hopes ♪

♪ The joy and idle tears That fall ♪

♪ For 'tis love and love alone ♪

♪ The world is seeking ♪

♪ And 'tis love and love alone ♪

♪ That can repay ♪

♪ Tis the answer, 'tis the end ♪

♪ And all of living ♪

♪ For it is love alone ♪

♪ That rules for aye ♪

ALLISON: Now, I sing back to him.

♪ Ah, sweet mystery of life ♪

♪ At last I found thee ♪

♪ Ah, I know at last ♪

♪ The secret of it all ♪

♪ All the longing, seeking ♪

♪ Striving, waiting, yearning ♪

♪ The burning hopes ♪

♪ The joy and idle tears That fall ♪

BOTH: ♪ For 'tis love And love alone ♪

♪ The world is seeking ♪

♪ And 'tis love And love alone ♪

♪ That can repay ♪

♪ Tis the answer, 'tis the end ♪

♪ And all of living ♪

♪ For it is love alone ♪

♪ That rules for ♪

♪ Aye ♪

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

ROARKE: What's wrong, Mr. Tattoo?

What's all that commotion out there?

Boss, they're all going crazy! [PANTS]

Strangers are asking me for loans. [PANTS]

Other people invite me on their yacht.

My friend do like they don't even

know me anymore.

ROARKE: Well, that's to be expected, I suppose.

You see, a man's station in life

often dictates who his friends can be.

Friends? They were more like a hit squad.

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

Well, then why not hire a bodyguard?

Lots of celebrities have them. It would keep the crowds away.

Ah, don't worry.

I'm sure you will adjust.

Which brings me to the reason I wanted you to see me.

I knew it.

Do you remember when we had so many guests

who wanted to stay and live here

after their fantasies were fulfilled?

Yes, that's when I suggested to have a working rule

to make room for the new guests.

What are you getting at?

I'm afraid you can't stay on the island any longer.

Regrettably, you'll have to leave on the morning flight.

But, boss, I love it here.

All my friends are here. I belong here!

I am so sorry.

You must believe that, and I hate to see you go,

but I'm also very happy for you.

Think of all the wonderful things you'll be able

to do with your money.

Boss, you always have the answer for everything.

Do you know any way we can go around this so I can stay here?

I'm afraid not.

It's always been your fantasy to be rich, Tattoo.

Suppose I did let you stay. What would happen, huh?

Hundreds of people would follow your example,

and then we would be so overcrowded,

we could no longer function.

Fantasy Island would no longer exist as we know it.

-Would you want that? -[EXHALES DEEPLY]

No, no, never.

Well, now you see, our hands are tied.

You do know how much I'm going to miss you, don't you?

Not as much as-- as I'm gonna miss you.

You understand, Tattoo?

-Yep. -ROARKE: Do you?

I guess I do.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[MAN SHOUTING]

-[DISHES SHATTERING] -[WOMAN SHOUTING]

-[MAN SHOUTING] -[WOMAN SHOUTING]

-BEATRICE: Get out of here! -[DISH SHATTERING]

-You stay away from me! -Don't-- Don't do it!

Oh, you'll never get me in the sack!

[STAMMERS] What are you trying to do, kill me?

That's the least I'm gonna do to you

-if you don't stay away from me! -[BOTH ARGUE]

Get out of here and let me get out of here!

Oh, get going!

Let me-- Oh, let me out! Let me out!

[BEATRICE POUNDING ON DOOR]

Let me--

[DISHES SHATTERING]

I gotcha! Where is she?

-[GRUNTS] Oh. -HERBERT: I gotcha.

-[BURLY MAN GRUNTS] -[HERBERT GRUNTS]

-You again! -[HERBERT GASPING]

I won't stop you.

I oughta, but I ain't gonna.

[STAMMERS] Don't you-- You ain't?

Look, I'll give you 50 francs

if you can get her out of my house

-before she wrecks it. -HERBERT: Fifty francs?

Okay. 60 francs.

No, no look.

Instead of giving me money, here, how about helping me out,

like, uh, making me look like a hero

in front of her, huh?

Beatrice! Beatrice!

-Beatrice! -Herbert.

Come along, my dear.

I've taken care of that roughneck.

You have? Oh, oh, oh, Herbert! Oh.

Ugh, just like that animal to fall over dead drunk.

But, Beatrice, he's not drunk.

I mean, we just-- I beat him up.

Don't be absurd, Herbert.

But--

ALLISON: Oh, it's absolutely stunning.

Well, just like the woman who will be wearing it.

I better warn you. I've never been

to an honest-to-goodness ball before.

Ah, don't worry. I'll be beside you every moment.

I love you.

I'm gonna miss this place.

I'm gonna miss Suzy, Michael, all my friends, and the boss.

Now, where do you think you want to live?

Where do you think I should live?

New York is great. You'd be near Wall Street.

I can get you a good price on a condo in Aspen

for the skiing season.

One of the essential elements

to fulfill a fantasy is patience.

Look, any place you choose is fine with me.

Thank you, Tattoo, I'm--

I'm happy you feel comfortable working with me.

Ah, I almost forgot, your plane ticket.

-We leave ten sharp tonight. -Ten?

But you said, uh,

we're leaving tomorrow morning on the first plane.

Too much to do.

I'll see you at the C-plane dock.

Oh, uh, will you excuse me for a moment?

I'll see you in my office, all right?

Thank you.

Oh, that's great.

I'm gonna be living in Paris, New York, and Aspen.

-You're gonna come see me? -Oh, I'd love to.

That is, if I can ever manage to ever take the time off.

Was that Miss Sees and Mr. Clemmon

with you over there?

Tattoo, remember,

under the present circumstances,

I cannot discuss the fantasies of our guests with you.

Boss, that's terrible.

I can't believe that Ambrose wanted me to leave the island.

He knows how much I like the place.

Yes.

Well, perhaps he didn't take into consideration

the circumstances, you know?

I wonder what Ambrose would have done with the money...

had he lived to collect it?

Hmm, I wish I knew.

I suggest you give some thought to it.

But, boss, I don't have the time. I gotta leave tonight.

Well, you still have a few hours.

Perhaps, something will come to you,

something you may have overlooked.

Huh?

But they seemed very happy together.

I won't stand by and see Allison get hurt.

She's not going to get hurt. She's having a good time.

Oh, I don't want to argue about it, Herbert.

Just tell me how much farther it is

to Captain Warrington's house.

No!

Look, Herbert, you may not care

about what Allison's up to, but I do.

It's because I care that I refuse to help you.

All right. Then I'll find her by myself.

Well, aren't you coming?

[SCOFFS]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Mom, what are you doing here?

I came to save you from that Warrington character.

But I don't want to be saved. I love him.

Oh, Mom, I'm so happy.

And I owe it all to you.

If you hadn't insisted I star in this operetta,

I never would have met Richard.

He asked me to marry him.

Allison, have you lost your marbles? This is a fantasy.

Captain Warrington doesn't exist,

and when the fantasy ends, so will he.

What are you doing?

I'm going to get ready for the ball,

act three, scene four, just like you wanted it, Mother.

BEATRICE: Didn't you hear what I said?

I'm through listening to you!

I'm going to be with Richard until the last possible moment.

And when it ends, don't look for me.

Since you can't stay out of my life,

I'm getting out of yours.

First Herbert...

and now Allison.

Oh, God, what have I done?

[GASPS, SIGHS] Oh, Mr. Roarke,

I don't know where you came from,

but I'm sure glad to see you.

I've been trying to do what's best for my family,

but everything's going wrong.

Your motives are well intended, Mrs. Solmes,

but your methods, well, they could stand

-considerable improvement. -What do you mean?

You think you can push people into doing the right thing.

Uh, but when people are pushed too hard,

they usually push back.

But I only want them to be happy, I love them.

Then you should listen to them.

Find out what they need, then help them find it.

Don't force them into doing things your way.

Do you think...

that you can wangle me an invitation to the ball

and, uh, maybe a new dress?

Oh! [LAUGHS]

Ah!

You don't mess around, do you?

Oh. [CHUCKLES]

You will find a carriage waiting for you outside.

-A carriage? -Yes.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Roarke. [CHUCKLES]

Thank you.

Is something wrong, Mrs. Solmes?

Would you believe for the first time in my life,

I've got stage fright?

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

We better hurry, Tattoo. We don't want to miss the plane.

Is something wrong, Mr. Tattoo?

Boss, I remember something that Ambrose told me

a long time ago.

-What? -About a dream he had,

to be back with his old friends again.

Well, he told me he wrote everything down,

and he was gonna show it to me.

Where do you suppose he would have left

such a message?

The only place it could be.

-Where? -The cottage.

Come on, boss.

TATTOO: Where would Ambrose leave another message?

Boss, it's no use.

I don't even know what to look for.

Well, it seems important, though.

I wonder, where would a sailor keep something important, huh?

-In a bottle? -In a bottle.

A bottle.

-This could be it. -Boss, read it!

"Dear Tattoo...

I'm writing this to you

because you are the only one who would understand.

I miss the sea and the men who sailed it.

I long for the rough waves and the tall tales.

Some nights I go down to the shore

and dream of a place where men of the sea

can all be together again...

where we could always hear the surf

pounding against the sand.

The place where we could sit and share our dreams

and remember the days when we were young."

That's beautiful, but it's kind of sad, too.

Tattoo, what are you doing? Ar-- Aren't we gonna catch the plane?

No, I don't have to be a millionaire.

I'm a millionaire right here.

I make people's dreams come true.

No amount of money will make me leave that.

You mean you don't want the million dollars?

Oh, yes, but not for me.

Boss, for one time

I can make people's fantasy come true all by myself.

That's right, Tattoo. You certainly can.

Mrs. Stanton, will you please make all

the arrangement necessary, please?

[STAMMERS] What for?

For the Hornpipe Retirement Home for Mariners.

The Hornpipe Retirement Home for Mariners.

It sounds nice, no?

Very good, Tattoo, very good indeed.

Oh, it should be a big, white house

overlooking the sea in New England.

I'm sure I can find exactly what you--

what Ambrose would want. I'll get on it right away.

Oh, thank you very much. Thank you.

-Boss. -Yes.

It's kind of a shame that Ambrose is not gonna be

-there to enjoy it. -Oh, he will be, Tattoo.

He will be.

Hold it, hold it, boss. My turn.

ROARKE: Thank you, Tattoo.

-Um, boss? -Yes?

Oh! Thank you, Tattoo. Thank you very much.

[WALTZ MUSIC PLAYING]

[CROWD APPLAUDS]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Allison.

-Allison, dear, I want to talk-- -Mother, please don't spoil

-this for me. -No, I won't, dear.

I came to tell you that I'm sorry for trying

to make you do everything my way.

It was wrong, Allison.

Oh, Mother, I love you.

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY] I love you, too, sweetheart.

-Let's not fight anymore, okay? -We won't.

Oh, you don't know how long I've waited to hear that.

-Oh, Herbert. [CHUCKLES] -I believe this is our dance.

-ALLISON: My pleasure. -Excuse us.

[WALTZ MUSIC PLAYING]

There's Mr. Roarke.

I wonder if that means the fantasy's ending.

It's time to go, Mr. and Mrs. Solmes.

But Allison, what's going to happen to her?

I wouldn't worry too much, Mrs. Solmes.

BOTH: ♪ For I'm falling in love With someone ♪

♪ Some one girl ♪

♪ I'm falling in love With someone ♪

♪ Head ♪

What's wrong?

Don't let go of me, Richard.

-Please don't let it end. -What is it?

Miss Solmes, it's time to go.

How could I have made her go through this?

You, too, Mr. Aimes.

You're real?

You're not just part of my fantasy?

Oh, not at all.

His fantasy was to play the male lead

in Naughty Marietta.

Then all this time you've just been acting.

Right up until act two, scene one.

That's when I fell in love with you for real.

Oh, Herbert. [CHUCKLES]

Oh. [LAUGHING]

I can't thank you enough, Mr. Roarke.

-Oh, not necessary. -That goes the same for me.

My pleasure, Mr. Aimes.

And you too, Mom, from both of us.

Oh. [SMOOCHES]

Did you have a good time, Mr. Solmes?

Well, when things work out like this, who can complain?

-Yes, you know, I-- -Beatrice.

-Hmm? -It's time to go.

-Oh, thank you, Mr. Roarke. -Mm-hmm.

Thank you so much for a wonderful time.

Bye-bye, Mr. Roarke.

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

Tattoo, I'll be in Cape Cod tomorrow

looking at property.

Mr. Roarke, I didn't come here for a fantasy,

but I feel happier than I've ever felt before.

Thank you.

Oh, uh, Tattoo, there is a small matter

-I need to clear up with you. -Oh, what is it, boss?

Well, it's in regard to your bills.

Bills? What bills?

Well, after all, you did have the most expensive bungalow

on the island, and then there's champagne,

caviar, the finest of everything. Look.

Boss, I gave all my money away.

It's going to take me six years to pay that bill.

Well, in that case, I'll have to charge it to...

overhead.

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