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[♪♪♪♪♪]

[PLANE ENGINE ROARING]

[BELL TOLLING]

The plane! The plane!

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

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

Smiles, everyone! Smiles!

[BAND PLAYS]

TATTOO: Who is that beautiful lady, boss

She sure dresses very well.

ROARKE: Well, she should, Tattoo.

Miss Erica Nelson is an executive

for a New York fashion magazine.

What's her fantasy?

Her fantasy is to be reunited with her fiancé,

Dr. Richard Yates.

Apparently, he went to work in a clinic in Mexico and...

disappeared without a trace.

-Do you know where he is? -Oh, yes, Tattoo.

I know where he is.

But I am not at all sure I know...

what he is.

-TATTOO: Who are they, boss? -ROARKE: The gentlemen

is none other than Mr. Stuart Wharton.

The lady is his wife, Mrs. Margaret Wharton.

Stuart Wharton?

The famous writer who writes all these children books?

That's right. In fact, he's giving a lecture

tomorrow night on the subject of his latest book

which is titled,

Little Patrick, The Perfect Child.

A lecture?

You mean they're not here for a fantasy?

Oh, indeed they are, Tattoo.

Mr. Wharton wants to spend two days with a perfect child

he has just created in his imagination.

You see, the Whartons have no children.

How can he write about the perfect child

if he does not have any children of his own?

That's right, Tattoo, which is why

Mrs. Wharton is looking forward

to her husband's fantasy with some...

amusement.

Neither of them has any idea

that it's a fantasy that could destroy their marriage.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

ROARKE: Tell me more about Richard, Miss Nelson.

ERICA: You see, Richard specializes

in tropical medicine.

That's why he was so excited about working with a doctor

as famous as Lewis Kristofa.

But in the last letter he wrote me,

he said that Kristofa was a fraud

and that he intended to expose him.

The last letter?

And, uh, you haven't heard from him since?

No.

No, all my letters were returned unopened.

And then I discovered that the clinic

where Richard and Kristofa were working

had been closed down

suddenly, with no forwarding address.

I've been sick with worry, Mr. Roarke.

I was so relieved when I heard from you.

Again, Miss Nelson, all I know for certain

is that Dr. Kristofa recently purchased

an old copra plantation on one of our outer islands.

And that a man fitting your fiancé’s description

is with him.

Tell me how long will it take me to get there.

About two hours.

But I must warn you the natives of Barraga Island,

that's where you're going...

are extremely superstitious.

I'm afraid I can't guarantee your safety.

The only thing I care about at this point

is finding Richard.

Very well.

You'll be on your own once you get there.

Good luck, Miss Nelson.

Thank you.

Be careful. Take care of yourself.

Yes, I will.

[BOAT ENGINE STARTS]

[BIRD SQUAWKING]

Is this it? Thank you.

[BIRD SQUAWKING]

-[ERICA GASPS] Whoa! I could have killed you.

Erica.

-Richard. Oh, my God! -RICHARD: Erica.

I don't know how you found me...

but you're going to have to leave. Now.

Erica Nelson, isn't it?

-Yes. -I've seen your photo.

And, of course, Richard here talks of nothing but you.

I am Dr. Lewis Kristofa.

How do you do?

She must be very tired, Richard.

Why don't you ask Miss Nelson if she'd like to rest a while?

Erica, would you like to rest?

Yes, Richard. I'd love to.

Good.

Come along, then.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[THUNDER CRASHING]

ROARKE: I believe you were about to say something,

-Mr. Wharton. -Would it help

if I, uh, describe the perfect child

to you again, Mr. Roarke?

Actually, I should warn you that--

You see, obviously, it could be either a boy or a girl,

but for our purposes, uh, let's make it a boy.

I would say, oh, about 10-years-old,

well-groomed, manners of a little gentlemen.

-Stuart. -Uh, no, amiable disposition.

-Look. -Oh, respectful of his elders.

Uh, what is it, Margaret? Don't interrupt.

-Studious. -Darling.

-What, Margaret? What? -Look.

How do you do, Mr. Wharton?

-Mrs. Wharton. -How do you do?

BOY: It is certainly a pleasure to meet you.

I've heard so much about you.

Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, young fella.

-Yes. [CHUCKLES] -[CHUCKLES]

-What's your name? -Patrick, Sir.

Patrick.

Patrick?

As in your book. Patrick, the perfect child.

Well, uh, Patrick, are you ready to have some fun?

I could hardly have anything else

if I'm with you and Mrs. Wharton, Sir.

-Oh, Patrick. [CHUCKLES] -[CHUCKLES]

Perfect in every way. Roarke, you're incredible.

I'm afraid, Mr. Wharton...

Patrick here, is merely a figment

of your imagination.

But-- What?

Uh, finding a real child

who embodies all the qualities you just enumerated

proved impossible.

I-- I don't understand.

However, I have located a child who, I believe,

is perfectly suited to fulfill your fantasy.

[GLASS SHATTERS]

Mr. Roarke. Mr. Roarke, he's going to cream me!

[SCREAMING]

It's all right, Tattoo. It's all right.

-But, boss. -It's all right, I say.

Mrs. Wharton, Mr. Wharton, may I present Andy...

your son for this weekend.

This is Esther, my housekeeper. She will take you upstairs

and find a dress which is suitable for dinner.

By the way, she's, uh...

deaf and dumb.

Go on upstairs.

Richard will join you in a moment.

Why don't you let her go? She doesn't know anything.

A woman of her beauty, Richard...

the answer to that question is obvious.

Don't you touch her!

Your choice is very simple.

Either she stays here

and you tell her nothing of my activities,

or I'm going to turn her into what you are.

Do you understand me?

I am so sorry for the convenience,

Mr. Wharton, Mrs. Wharton.

It isn't very often, I assure you,

that, uh, my staff forgets to give our guests keys

-to their bungalow. -Boss, I'm only human, you know.

Don't worry about it, Mr. Roarke.

You gave Andy and me the chance to discuss

the counterproductive nature of his resent displays

-of aggressive behavior. -Huh?

I was telling him why you shouldn't throw rocks

-anymore, Andy. -Oh.

Uh, well... here we are.

I trust you'll find it well worth the wait.

Oh, I'm sure we will. Yes. Thank you so much.

-Holy smoke. -Wow.

MARGARET: Oh, my goodness.

This certainly is a mess, isn't it, Andy?

Place looks like a store after the gypsies moved out.

ANDY: Hey, look at that beach ball!

MARGARET: Andy, it's so big! Isn't that wonderful, darling?

I suppose, Tattoo, you have a good reason

for neglecting to have the bungalow clean.

You bet I do, boss. I forgot to do that, too.

Well, will you take care of it at once, please?

Uh, don't worry, Mr. Roarke. Don't worry.

We'll have this place spic and span ourselves

-in no time. -Stuart, darling,

do we have to spic and span right now?

Well, now, there's no time like the present, Margaret.

You know what I always say, a little work is good for the

-body and soul. -Body and soul.

Yes, I know.

If you will excuse us, Tattoo and I will be on our way.

Oh, fine, Mr. Roarke. Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Now, we're going to have a lot of fun, Andy,

cleaning this place up. You start over there.

I'll be right back, darling. Would you excuse me, Andy?

ANDY: Sure.

[DOOR SHUTS]

Okay, you pick that up-- Oh! Holy smoke.

[SIGHS]

Hmm.

Mrs. Wharton, you may be interested to know

that Andy has no living parents. He's an orphan.

Meaning that if we wanted to, we could adopt him?

That's right. Providing, of course, that Andy agreed.

Oh, dear, I certainly hope

that Stuart doesn't ruin everything

with his incessant perfectionism.

Well, thank you very much again.

Will I see you tomorrow night at Stuart's lecture?

Oh, most assuredly.

Good.

-Bye-bye. -Bye-bye, Mrs. Wharton.

Richard. Oh, my God!

What are you doing in this awful place?

Erica... just let me hold you. I've missed you so much.

Well, then, why haven't you written?

Why haven't you called?

-Erica, look, uh... -[CHUCKLES]

We're supposed to be getting married, remember?

Erica, I can't.

Not anymore.

What are you talking about?

Three months ago, we were so happy and...

and now it's over?

I'm not the same man I was three months ago, Erica.

Listen... I don't know what you've been through...

but I'm here,

and I'm going to stay here until you're well again.

I'm not gonna let you be destroyed

like everyone else around here.

I don't understand

what you're talking about, Richard.

You've got to explain to me.

There's no time for talk, Erica.

I'm gonna get you out of here now.

No.

I am not leaving here without you.

Oh... don't you understand?

I love you.

-[THUNDER CRASHING] -[SHRIEKS]

-No! -ERICA: Richard?

-Kristofa! -Richard? My God!

-No! -Richard, what's happening?

I can't breathe!

[THUNDER CRASHING]

Kristofa!

-Stop! -Richard?

Richard? My God!

I can't breathe.

-Kristofa! -[THUNDER CRASHING]

[PIANO PLAYING]

Okay, Andy, it's your turn.

I can't. I ain't never played before.

-I have never played before. -Yeah, you have. You just did.

That's not what I meant, Andy. I was correcting your grammar.

Oh.

So, what kind of instrument do you play?

Nothing. I don't play nothing.

I mean, I don't play no instrument.

I don't play any instrument. [SIGHS]

You did okay on the piano.

That's not what I meant, Andy.

Look, you're 10 years old.

You must play some sort of instrument.

Does Pac-Man count?

No.

[SIGHS] Come here. Sit down.

You see, in my book...

like the Little Patrick, The Perfect Child,

I say that as a means of protecting himself,

every child should play a musical instrument.

Now, it's through the arts, you see,

that we exercise our creative potential.

Now, you've told me you're not interested--

Would you stop doing that, please? Thank you.

You told me you're not interested

in singing, dancing, painting, and so forth.

-Mmm-hmm. Right. -Okay. Very good.

And believe it or not, I'm going to instruct you

how to play the piano.

-What? -I want you to stretch yourself,

to grow. Develop your versatility.

That's not so hard to understand, is it?

It is for me.

I don't even know what versability is.

Versability is-- Oh, never mind.

What are you getting so mad about?

-Angry. -What?

I'm not mad, I'm angry.

-Why? -Because I'm trying

to teach you something and you're not listening.

-[LOUD NOTE PLAYS] -I am too listening.

I'm doing most of the listening, and you're doing

-most of the talking. -[LOUD NOTE PLAYS]

You're the one who don't listen!

I'm the one who doesn't listen.

That's what I'm trying to tell you.

[LOUD NOTE PLAYS]

[DOOR CREAKING]

[THUNDER CRASHING]

To Erica Nelson,

the most provocative woman on my island.

I'm not interested in flattery, Doctor.

You still haven't told me what's wrong with Richard.

Erica, when Richard and I were in Mexico,

he contracted a rare strain of malaria,

which is why I brought him here,

because I want to take care of him.

That's not what he told me.

Erica, you saw the way he collapsed over there.

He's feverish. His mind isn't working.

He's not thinking clearly.

-I think I better go upstairs. -Erica, Richard needs his sleep.

And you and I need to talk.

You know, this plantation

is going to make me a very wealthy man.

I'm renewing the land here.

I've gathered a workforce about me.

Uh, soon this house will be

filled with treasures and antiquities, and then...

the only thing that I'm going to lack

will be a beautiful woman to share all this with.

I believe that woman is you.

[THUNDER CRASHING]

[GASPS]

LEWIS: What? What is it?

There was a face at the window.

I think your imagination

is beginning to rattle your beauty.

Erica, forget Richard.

You heard what I said. You belong with me.

Let me go!

You've done something to him.

And I swear I'm gonna find out what.

[GASPS]

Your old man's sure been in there a long time.

Mm-hmm.

Andy, darling,

you've hardly touched that ice cream cone.

Come on, tell me what's wrong.

[SIGHS] I know what he's talking to Mr. Roarke about.

MARGARET: What?

He's telling him he don't want me around no more.

Oh, no, he isn't, sweetheart.

No. No. No. No. No.

-He's just making arrangements. -Andy?

Ah.

Andy, uh, you'll be spending

the rest of the weekend here with me. And, uh...

Monday you'll go back to the orphanage.

I'm sorry.

[BIRD SQUAWKING]

[THUNDER CRASHING]

-[THUNDER CRASHING] -[WIND GUSHING]

[DRUMS BEATING]

[CROWD HOOTING]

-[SHRIEKS] -[HOOTING CONTINUES]

[DRUMMING CONTINUES]

Richard.

Richard, where are you going?

Richard, come back!

[HOOTING CONTINUES]

[WOMAN MOANING]

[GASPS] Kristofa.

Richard...

I want her.

[DRUMS BEATING]

No. Please. No! [GASPS]

[MOANING]

-[CROWD HOOTING] -[ERICA PANTING]

[MOANS] No! No!

I love Richard.

[THUNDER CRASHING]

[GASPS, SCREAMS]

STUART: Well, sweetheart, I'm really very proud of you.

Oh? And why is that, darling?

Well, I thought you might be upset

-over this thing with the boy. -Me? Upset? Why in the world

would a little thing like that upset me?

I mean, after all,

you're the expert when it comes to children,

aren't you, sweetheart?

Did you, uh, mean anything in particular

-by that last remark? -Uh, of course not, darling.

Oh, maybe I used to feel that your perfectionism

was a pain in the neck, but...

-I don't feel that way anymore. -Good.

The pain is much lower down now.

It just so happens

there's a perfectly logical explanation for my actions.

Oh, and what's that? Frontal lobotomy?

Now, just a moment. I... What are you doing?

Well, I... really can't be certain.

After all, I'm not the expert, but I believe I'm packing.

-Why? Where are you going? -To another bungalow

to keep a certain 10-year-old boy company.

He may not be the perfect child,

but at least he doesn't go around

dressed up like an adult.

Margaret, you're not even making

-any sense. -Oh, damn it, Stuart!

If you weren't so busy

going around straightening paintings

and correcting grammar, and...

squeezing toothpaste tubes from the bottom...

maybe you could see that other people

besides yourself have needs.

-Like me. -[SUITCASE LATCH CLICKS]

And that brokenhearted little boy

you left with Mr. Roarke.

[SOBS] There!

That will give you something to do while I'm gone.

[SOBS]

Phew.

[PANTING, SCREAMS] Oh!

-Oh, God. -It's all right.

-Oh, Mr. Roarke. -It's all right.

-It's all right. -[GASPS]

Something terrible's happened to Richard.

Kristofa's turned him into some kind of monster.

That's precisely why I'm here, Miss Nelson.

To warn you that Dr. Kristofa is a practitioner of voodoo...

a black art that turns its victims

into the walking dead. Yes, I'm sorry.

But there is still hope.

They believe the transformation is not final

until the full moon reaches its zenith.

That will happen tonight.

[BREATHES DEEPLY] Is there anything I can do?

According to voodoo beliefs...

there is an antidote.

This salt, very rare, but found on Fantasy Island,

must touch...

the zombies lips.

And if administrated without fear...

without fear...

the victim will be released from the spell.

Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

Remember, Miss Nelson...

the key is belief,

not only Richard's, but yours as well.

Believe in yourself...

believe in your intelligence, in your love for him.

These are your weapons.

If they fail...

you will not leave this island alive.

I understand.

[GROANING IN DISTANCE]

-Mr. Roarke, I... -[GROANING CONTINUES]

ANDY: I call.

MARGARET: Oh, swell.

Okay, hotshot... it's your deal.

And this time, prepare to die.

-[DOOR KNOCKS] -It's open.

Whoa. [CHUCKLES]

Well...

looks like I must have, uh... missed the typhoon.

Stick around, we're expecting a cold front.

Now, Margaret... that's enough of this nonsense.

Why don't you just stop all this and--

and come back to me?

Andy, darling... that's your cue.

Yep.

[STUART SIGHS]

Now, Stuart... [SIGHS] ...you listen to me.

For the first time in my life, I am doing something for me.

And I'm having a ball. I'm perfectly happy.

-Happy? -Happy, yes. [CHUCKLES]

That's ridiculous. This whole place

looks like a vacation resort for Attila the Hun.

Really? I think it's very creative.

-Creative, huh? -Mmm.

Let me tell you something, Margaret.

You spend one more day with that child,

-you're going to be-- -Don't you dare say a word against that child. Shh.

Want some cookies? We made them fresh.

[SIGHS]

They're burned on the bottom.

Margaret, I don't understand this.

We've always been so happy

-together. -MARGARET: Oh, no.

No, Stuart, you've always been happy.

You never asked about me.

No. Never. All you did was assume

that whatever you wanted, I would want it, too.

How about a soft drink?

Andy...

can't you see that Mrs. Wharton and I

are having a little, uh, discussion?

All right.

Phew.

Now, Stuart. [SIGHS]

If...

I say, if...

we are going to stay together,

we're going to have to change a few things.

-Change? -Change, yes.

-Why? -Why?

Because if we don't change, we don't grow,

and neither does a marriage. Oh, Stuart, we are stagnating.

STUART: Stagnant? You know, Margaret,

if you were a character in one of my books,

nobody would believe you.

Well, you'd better believe me, Mister.

And if you don't, there's the door!

All right.

[MUTTERING]

Richard?

-[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING] -[DOOR CLOSES]

Welcome back.

What have you done with Richard?

You know what I've done with Richard.

You saw it last night.

Forget Richard. He's dead.

You'd like me to believe that, wouldn't you?

That you can stick pins into dolls

and make people grovel at your feet.

Well, I don't believe it.

I don't believe you have power over anyone.

All right, I'll prove to you that I do.

I'll take you to see Richard...

and then you'll see that my power is all too real.

All right. Here it comes. Nice catch. All right.

Well, Mr. Wharton, I see your wife is getting along

-splendidly with Andy. -Yes.

Which brings up an interesting question.

Exactly whose fantasy is this anyway?

Why, yours, of course.

Oh, really? Well, I asked for a perfect child,

instead you give me Godzilla in marital stripes.

All I want is perfection and everything is falling apart.

-[INDISTINCT CHATTER] -Are you sure?

Am I sure?

See for yourself. Look around. This whole thing is a-- a mess.

Ah, yes. You like everything in its proper place,

don't you, Mr. Wharton?

Except when it comes to yourself.

What?

Well, I'm suggesting that perhaps it's time

for you to look inwardly,

to at least consider the possibility

that there are answers hiding in your mind

-you have yet to discover. -What's that supposed to mean?

Simply that the problem is a little boy...

but it's not Andy.

It's the little boy in you.

Find him, Mr. Wharton.

Learn from him.

He has answers you will find most revealing.

Will you excuse me?

[LEAVES RUSTLING]

-[BIRD SQUAWKING] -There!

See for yourself.

Richard, darling, I can help you.

Oh!

Ah! This is why you brought me here. You want to use this.

Please, I'll do anything you want.

Just let Richard go.

It's too late for that.

[THUNDER CRASHING]

Bodies of the night.

Bodies of the night...

-arise. -[THUNDER CRASHING]

[ERICA PANTING]

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

[PANTING] Oh. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, no. Oh. [GASPING]

[CRYING]

[CRYING]

[SCREAMING]

Hi.

Hi.

Where's the, uh, little home wrecker?

He and Tattoo are out looking for night crawlers.

We're all going fishing.

Oh. I thought it was too quiet around here.

Oh, Stuart, really?

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to start an argument. I--

[SIGHS]

I came here to, uh-- Well, to talk.

So, talk. Here.

Margaret, this whole thing is ridiculous.

Now, you and I have been together much too long

to let anything like this child break us up.

Stuart, darling... I like him.

A lot.

And you know how much I've always wanted children.

Yes.

So, where do I fit in?

Why, as a father.

And you'd really make a great one.

Oh, you would, if you'd just

forget all those theories about perfection

and just be the wonderful human being that you are.

[SIGHS]

Margaret, there's something I-- I've never told anyone...

not even you.

I did not have a perfect childhood.

I did not have wonderful parents.

I was an orphan.

Bounced around from one foster home to another.

I hated my childhood.

Stuart, just a minute. What about all those stories

-about your family? -Lies.

Margaret...

you're the first...

Well, the only person, really, in my whole life...

who ever loved me.

Oh, Stuart.

Oh, Stuart, darling.

[SNIFFLES]

Now, can you see how lonely Andy is and how much he needs us?

Of course, I can.

But... [EXHALES]

...the thing is every time I look at him...

I see myself...

at his age and I remember.

I don't want to live with that kind of pain again,

Margaret.

I love you, Stuart, and you know that.

But I just can't go back to things the way they were.

I'm going to adopt Andy with...

or without you.

[SIGHS]

We're all set.

See, Tattoo's getting our boats and rods and reels, and--

[SNIFFLES, EXHALES]

What's wrong?

Oh, nothing. Nothing, sweetheart.

I was just crying because I'm so happy.

Oh, happy. I always cry because I'm happy, sweetheart.

Say, Andy...

how would you like to have a real home with a mother

who's just dying to have a little boy like you?

You talked him into it?

Oh, wow, Margaret. You're great.

Well... to tell you the truth, sweetheart...

I don't know if Stuart's ready to have a little boy yet.

Well, that's okay.

Who needs a father anyway?

A kid like me can't have everything.

-[DRUMS BEATING] -[THUNDER CRASHING]

[WOMAN MOANING]

-[GASPS] -[THUNDER CRASHING]

In pagan times, when the crops were bad,

they made a human sacrifice,

and they poured the victim's blood on the ground

to make it fertile again.

Richard.

-[THUNDER CRASHING] -[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Wait. Wait.

Kristofa, listen to me.

You are powerful. I can see that now.

-If you let me go-- -You had your chance.

But you said it yourself,

you need someone to share your life.

[THUNDER CRASHING]

You can sacrifice anyone, Lewis...

but I can appreciate you. I can love you.

[THUNDER CRASHING]

Come closer, Lewis.

Come closer to me.

Let me prove it to you.

Kiss me.

Kiss me, Lewis.

[THUNDER CRASHING]

[CRASHING CONTINUES]

LEWIS: Get her!

Go after her!

[PANTING]

[PANTING CONTINUES]

[GASPS] Richard, look, I've released you.

I've released all of you.

No!

I am the power here. I command you to kill her.

Kill her!

No. No!

No. She's lying!

She's lying! No!

No!

[AUDIENCE APPLAUDING]

Thank you very much for your applause.

I, uh, wish, first of all, to welcome you

to the first annual conference on The Perfect Child.

Uh, it's a pleasure, I must say,

to be, uh, standing here this evening

face-to-face with so many of my readers and supporters.

Well, as I assume, uh, at least some of you know,

-um, in my latest book... -Why, Mrs. Wharton.

Andy. I thought you were going night fishing with Tattoo?

We were.

But children can be great teachers, Mr. Roarke.

I thought Stuart was the one being selfish,

but I was selfish, too.

Andy's a wonderful boy...

but he needs both of us.

Well, enjoy the lecture, Mrs. Wharton, and, uh...

STUART: Perfect child as a means of...

Good luck.

STUART: ...dramatizing at least some of my theories

about child rearing and education.

Now, naturally, I'm aware that there is no

true literal perfection in the universe.

Certainly not in human experience anyway.

But...

I believe that, uh,

by holding up the highest possible standards,

the standards of perfection, you might say, for our children,

we nevertheless...

we nevertheless pos-- possibly...

Patrick?

How do you do, Mr. Wharton?

I'm so happy to see you again.

[AUDIENCE MURMURING]

WOMAN: Goodness gracious. This is ridiculous.

Uh, [STUTTERS] Where were-- Oh, yes. Uh...

well... [CLEARS THROAT]

Um, now I-- I-- I know that a lot of people, um,

are opposed... [STUTTERS] ...to my theory--

Well, they say they're wrong, as a matter of fact.

But, uh...

I have seen... the perfect child.

-[AUDIENCE MURMURING] -Um...

And-- and-- and he's exactly what I--

-what I wrote about. -[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

The only problem is, um...

he isn't real.

[CHATTERING CONTINUES]

WOMAN: My goodness.

And that is actually why I've agreed to, uh...

give this lecture tonight, uh,

to tell you about a-- a new theory I've developed.

-A theory that... -[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

...refutes everything I've ever written

on the subject.

[CHATTERING CONTINUES]

Now...

striving for perfection isn't so bad.

That's-- that's not the problem.

I mean, doing that makes us reach

higher and deeper into ourselves.

But perfection...

Perfection needs nothing.

Perfect people...

wouldn't need other people.

And, uh, anybody who...

thinks he's perfect...

is likely to end up alone.

Go on, Stuart.

Oh, darling...

go on.

Well... [CLEARS THROAT]

...I guess what I... really want to say

is that the only thing that...

The only thing in the world

that really approaches perfection...

is love.

And, uh, I'd appreciate it if you, both of you...

would give me a chance to prove that.

Oh. Oh, Stuart.

[SOBS] Oh. Andy.

[CHUCKLES, SOBS]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

I'm so glad that you're happy together.

So are we, Tattoo.

Thank you, Mr. Roarke, for giving Erica the antidote.

Even though I never got a chance to use it.

Oh, but you did use it, Miss Nelson.

I don't mean the salt. I mean, your belief in yourself

and your love for Dr. Yates, that was the antidote.

Have a happy life together.

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

[CAR APPROACHING]

-Here you are, dear. -Thank you, dear.

-Thank you so much. -All right. Mr. Roarke,

thank you very much, indeed. Tattoo.

-Uh, what's that? -Oh.

Uh, well, I'm afraid Andy's aim was off again,

so I took the liberty of adding the cost

of a second new window to your bill.

-Oh. -All right, young man.

That's going to come straight out of your allowance.

-But, Dad. -I know, nobody's perfect.

But you can try, okay?

-Okay. -Attaboy. Come on up here.

I'll give you a horseback ride down to the dock.

-Oh, wonderful. -Thanks again

-for a great time. -Yes, Sir.

-There we go. -Coming, Margaret?

Yes, dear. In just a second.

Well, as you can see, we are now a family.

-Yes, Mrs. Wharton. -Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

-And, Tattoo, thank you so much. -You're very welcome.

-Bye-bye. -Goodbye.

Bye-bye. Bye-bye.

Boss.

[GLASS SHATTERS]

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