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(BELL TOLLING)

Good morning, Mr. Roarke.

Good morning, Lawrence.

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

LAWRENCE: Sir, that man.

Something about him reminds me

of the man in your Picasso painting.

MR. ROARKE: That's because Mr. Nikros Carabatos

is that man.

-Carabatos the shipping tycoon? -Yes.

I am impressed.

But what would a man worth billions want with a fantasy?

Surely not more billions.

MR. ROARKE: As a matter of fact, quite the opposite is true.

Are you saying he wants to give his money away?

If certain conditions can be met, yes.

Mr. Carabatos' fantasy is to find those people

who desperately need help

so that he can use his vast wealth and influence

to change their lives for the better.

LAWRENCE: Ah, now, sir, that's something I like to see.

A typical happy family.

Really? Look again.

Oh, I see what you mean.

There seems to be something missing,

like a husband and father.

Unfortunately, Lawrence, the single-parent family

is most typical in today's society.

Mrs. Ashley is divorced

and has the sole responsibility

of caring for her daughter Jane and her son Michael.

LAWRENCE: I'll bet she has her hands full with those two.

(CHUCKLES)

For the first time since they were born,

the welfare of her children

is not foremost in Mrs. Ashley's mind.

Her fantasy is to become what she has never been before.

And what is that, sir?

A swinger.

A swinger?

A swinger.

Well, sir, I suppose that won't tax

your awesome capabilities.

No. No, it won't.

Not if Mrs. Ashley is prepared to sacrifice

her most precious possession, her children.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Garbage, Roarke. Garbage.

You may consider Pablo's portrait to be great art,

but I think it is world-class garbage.

I am sorry I donated it to your collection.

Look at the joke he is having.

He makes me look like a skirt-chasing letch.

Now, come, come now, Mr. Carabatos.

Since you are famous for the women you pursue

and feared for your business tactics,

would you have a great artist lie?

If I may, sir.

In my opinion, that portrait is a remarkably fine example

of Picasso's late cubist period.

Lawrence talks about cubism.

I am talking about Pablo laughing at me

from beyond the grave,

but as it turns out,

I will have the last laugh.

My doctors tell me I will be meeting up with Pablo again

very soon.

Oh?

And whether it's in heaven or in hell,

when I do, I'm going to punch that little joker

right in his Spanish nose.

Does this mean your doctors have given up hope?

Well, you know how doctors are.

They never make the death sentence definitive.

They tell you things

such as "Don't make any plans for next year."

Year?

Is that all they give you?

There may be less unless I observe my diet.

I have cut down to six shots of ouzo a day.

It seems to me, sir, that if you wish to help others

by giving away your money,

wouldn't donating it to charity be less taxing on your health?

I am already supporting

all the worthy and phony charities around.

No, just signing checks won't cut it.

I... I want to be involved,

but I must remain in the background, understood?

Then, you still insist on keeping your identity a secret?

I'm not opposed to hogging all the credit I can get,

but the name of Carabatos

might make it difficult to wade through the fakes and frauds

in order to discover someone who is truly deserving of help.

Yes.

Which brings us to your request for a talented young candidate

for the job of... How did you put it?

Of being your frontman in this enterprise, huh?

Have you found one?

Yes, I believe I have.

And when you meet him,

I think you're in for a surprise.

I'll take you to him in exactly...

(POCKET WATCH CLICKS OPEN)

...30 minutes, all right?

Yasou.

Yasou.

I think you understand my problem, Mr. Roarke.

Well I'll certainly try, Mrs. Ashley.

The closest I've come to a man in the last year

is standing in the checkout line at the supermarket.

Mr. Roarke, think about it.

I mean, you have no idea how difficult it is

to raise kids with absolutely no help.

Um, I think I know what you mean,

but what exactly do you expect to happen this weekend?

Mr. Roarke...

I would just love to have two days

to do nothing but savor the heady aroma

of aftershave lotion.

I want to be surrounded by men.

I want to have a relationship, at least in the physical sense.

Ah, yes.

Well, that's simple enough.

All you need is a qualified nursemaid

to keep the children out of your way

while you pursue your, um...

Your fantasy.

That's about it.

Well, Lawrence has an excellent rapport

with the members of the younger generation,

and I know he'd be more than happy

to entertain Jane and Michael during the weekend.

Oh, that's great. When do I start?

Oh, as soon as you want.

Meet me at the swimming pool, and your fantasy will begin.

That's fine.

(CHATTER)

Charming. Delightful.

I knew you would approve.

Okay, Roarke, I'm a dying man.

Dying for that little lady over there at the moment,

so don't waste any more of my time.

Where is this paragon you have found for me?

If you can tear your eyes away from that little lady,

it's the young man with her, Mr. Edward Random.

I believe you knew his father.

Conrad Random's son?

Come on, Roarke, I ruined his old man in a business deal.

The kid hates me for it.

You expect me to offer him this job?

You wanted someone who is intelligent,

has breeding, and can be a fighter for a good cause,

and I believe Mr. Random qualifies in every particular.

Eh, Lawrence?

Touching on just the highlights.

Mr. Edward Random achieved very high marks

before being forced to drop out of Yale University

in his third year.

He then joined the Marine Corps,

served for three years,

then signed on as an ordinary seaman

with a Dutch shipping company,

rose to the rank of first engineer,

then was thrown overboard

after a dispute with the captain over a woman named Lola.

Sounds promising.

MR. CARABATOS: Hi, Eddie.

Good to see you again.

I compliment you on your charming companion.

Very pretty girl.

Roarke, get this bum away from me.

Just listen to the boy. Takes after his old man.

Both losers.

Mr. Random, if you don't mind.

I'd like to discuss your overdue hotel bill.

Oh, yes.

Could we talk about that later?

No, Mr. Random. Now if you don't mind.

Will you excuse us?

Well, my dear,

have you ever been to Monte Carlo?

Um, yes, I was there twice. It's lovely.

I wish I'd been there with you.

WOMAN: (CHUCKLES)

MR. ROARKE: Permission to come aboard, Captain?

-Granted. -Thank you.

Mr. Mel Gordon, this is Mr. Edward Random,

the young man I was telling you about.

Oh, let me get this straight, Mr. Roarke.

You want me to pay off my piddling hotel bill...

Your grossly overdue piddling hotel bill, Mr. Random.

Yes, but you want me to pay it off

by getting this boat back in shape so it can sail again?

Why? What is so important about this wreck?

What is so important

is that a lot of people on the outer islands

depend on this ship, Mister.

And this is Mr. Gordon's daughter Angie.

Mr. Edward Random.

Well, Mr. Roarke, you can tell Eddie

that people are depending on us for their food

and their mail and their medical supplies,

and if the Swift isn't sailing again soon,

those people are gonna be in a lot of trouble.

I think you've said it all rather eloquently, Miss Gordon.

And now that you've been given your reasons, Mr. Random,

I'll leave you to your work.

Will you excuse me?

Why don't you go with Roarke? We don't need you.

Dad, no!

Mr. Roarke says that Eddie's an expert with marine engines.

He stays.

MEL: Well, you do whatever you want to.

I'm not gonna have any part of it.

(SIGHS)

Hey, Eddie, I'm really sorry.

My mother died about three months ago,

and, well, Dad hasn't been the same since.

MRS. ASHLEY: (CHUCKLES) That's heavy, huh?

MICHAEL: Yeah.

All right, mates,

I've got something to say.

Now, this island is so beautiful,

it doesn't really matter who you see it with, does it?

Why not?

We're gonna see it with you

just like you promised, right?

Well, uh...

There's been a slight complication.

What's a compilation?

"Complication," Jane.

It means like when we can't go to the zoo because it's raining.

It never rains here.

I know...

But, well...

You see, I, I've got something personal to do.

You could do it with Uncle Ralph.

No. That's not when I mean, Jane.

Besides, Uncle Ralph is my brother.

So what?

So, she doesn't mean men with big, comfortable laps.

She means men with perfect tans and white teeth

and broad shoulders and heavy chests.

A grownup. A big man.

-A big man? -Yeah.

In a manner of speaking, that just about covers it.

We'll help you find a man, Mommy.

Ah, thanks, Jane,

but I want you guys to have a wonderful time

on this vacation,

and I don't want you to waste one minute

worrying about me.

So, guess what.

What?

Well...

Do you remember that nice man Lawrence

who met the plane with Mr. Roarke?

Well, he's gonna be taking care of you.

Isn't that great?

Sure. Terrific.

Oh, I knew you'd understand.

Well, look, I've got to go meet Mr. Roarke.

Now, I want you guys to wait right here for Lawrence.

He'll be here to pick you up in just a minute.

What about my Ripic?

Your what?

My space wizard, Ripic.

Remember? You said I could have one

if I didn't throw up on the plane.

Right.

I'll pick one up at the gift shop.

(SIGHS)

All right, you guys, I'll see you later.

Have fun.

That's an order, mates.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

You're wasting your time, you know.

Even if you get the engine fixed,

I ain't never gonna take her to sea again.

Not that I care that much old man, but why?

Because she's a murderer.

She killed my wife.

(CHUCKLES)

Don't you ever knock?

The engine in this tub is shot, Angie.

You're gonna have to replace practically every part,

and that means coming up with close to $20,000

or you can forget it.

Can't you see I'm trying to take a bath?

-Of course I can see that. -Well?

-Well, what? -Well...

You want me to scrub your back.

No, I don't want you to scrub my back.

Give me the washcloth. Where's the washcloth?

-Eddie! -What?

-Give me my... -You want me to use the sponge?

-I'll use the sponge. -No! No sponge!

I want to you to get out of here!

-Then, why didn't you say so? -I just did.

But you don't mean it.

You really think you're something special, don't you?

That didn't take long for to you find out.

-Huh? Huh? Huh? -Oh, give me that.

Hello?

Hello?

Anybody here?

Hello?

Just one minute.

Don't go away.

What can I do for you?

Oh, I got a truckload of diesel parts waiting for you.

Risers, fuel pumps, pistons, you name it.

Sign here.

What... What are you talking about?

ANGIE: We didn't order any parts.

It's already been paid for by Random Services Incorporated.

All you got to do is sign.

Random Services? That's you.

Eddie, did you have something to do with this?

Random Services was the company my father owned

until 10 years ago, when he was forced out

and it was bought by a man named Carabatos.

Well, thanks a lot.

-Thank you. -Thanks a lot.

Oh, Mr. Roarke,

it's been so long I... I'd almost forgotten

what it was like to just watch the movement.

(LAUGHTER)

Did you arrange all of this just for me?

Let's call it a most convenient coincidence.

No, actually, most the men are here

to play in the Martin Avery Tennis Exhibition.

Martin Avery, sure.

He's the tennis pro who owns a line of sportswear, right?

Indeed. Do you know him?

Not exactly.

My agency almost landed his account a couple years ago.

Oh, I see.

Well, Mrs. Ashley, you have the next 48 hours

to make up for all those wasted years.

As they say, good hunting.

Thanks, Mr. Roarke.

Well, I better be going.

-Oh! Oh! -Ooh!

Oh, I'm sorry. Are you hurt?

Well, if I am, I love it.

I feel so stupid.

Well, you don't feel stupid to me.

(PIANO PLAYING)

Eddie, the way we slipped past that guard at the door,

we weren't invited.

We crashed this party.

That's right.

Wait here.

Eddie, how good of you to come.

I believe you already know the lady.

Oh, Connie,

second best this time is definitely a bummer.

At least I don't have to pay for my own drink.

-Later? -Of course.

If you're going to work for me, Eddie,

you must never be impolite to my ladies.

It is unseemly.

Work for you?

Is that what this thing with the boat is all about?

Well, it's a kind of a test for you to show me

that you can get off your butt and be someone I can depend on,

someone who finishes what he starts.

You show me you can do that and improve your manners, eh,

and I may offer you the job of a lifetime.

Well, whatever it is Carabatos, you can stick it in your ear.

Hell's is the matter with you, Eddie?

Stop acting like a punk.

You know, you're dumb just like your father.

He wouldn't listen to me either

when I told him he was running his company into the ground.

So, I pushed him out,

or he would have taken all his partners down with him.

I don't know, I think maybe Roarke picked the wrong man.

What I really needed was somebody to help me

help people in trouble, like the Gordons.

You see, Roarke had this idea

that you might work out as my assistant,

that I would set you up to live

in the style you would be living in

if your father still had his company,

a millionaire playboy who acted as my frontman.

My boy, you would go all over the world like a king,

and when you had to,

you would take on a cover so you could get close

to the people who need our help, huh?

Am I wrong?

The job of a lifetime?

You know, my dad would have loved this moment

if he was alive.

The answer's the same.

Stick it.

It went well with Mr. Random?

A disaster.

You seem quite pleased about it.

He reminds me slightly of myself when I was his age...

Hotheaded but gutsy.

I think he's a viable candidate.

Then, the problem remains, doesn't it?

I mean, how to convince him to take the job.

That's your problem. He's your choice.

(CHILDREN'S LAUGHTER)

There, Jane.

You think you can handle that?

No problem.

Something wrong with your sundae, Michael?

Lawrence, why is it so important all of a sudden

for my mom to start meeting guys?

Well, you see, Michael,

there comes a time in a woman's life

when she needs the company of...

Of another person.

What do you think we are?

Yes, that's not quite what I meant.

You see, it, uh...

Let me put it to you this way.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Yes.

You see, sometimes a woman needs a man

with his special ability to care for her needs.

-MICHAEL: I take care of my mom. -Of course you do. Absolutely.

But sometimes grownups like to do things together.

Grownup things.

(THINKING) A big man.

MICHAEL: She's gonna find a guy and go on a date with him,

and Jane and I are gonna have a baby brother.

You'll pardon me, Michael,

but I think I can absolutely guarantee you

that is one thing your mother does not want.

(SNIFFLES) It doesn't matter.

She doesn't want us anymore.

Michael.

(SOBBING)

Hello, mister.

Why, hello.

And who are you?

Jane Ashley.

Would you like to come with me to find my mommy?

Why, you poor lost little lady.

Of course. Come on.

ANGIE: (LAUGHING) Hey, it tickles.

Marina operator.

Yes, patch me through to the Falcon please.

Call letters 7-5-5-1, Charlie, X-ray, Lima.

Thank you.

Look how it sparkles.

It's like there's a million explosions going on inside.

Are you talking about the ring,

or is that a review of last night?

(LAUGHS)

I was talking about the ring.

Looks like a pretty expensive rock

for a fellow who can't afford to pay his hotel bill.

Mmm-hmm.

It's the last thing of any value my dad gave me before he died.

(INDISTINCT SPEECH OVER TELEPHONE)

Hello?

Phil. It's Eddie.

Yeah, um, listen.

It doesn't look like this job here is gonna work out.

That's affirmative. Okay.

If you're still sailing at 3:00, I'll be there.

Right. Bye.

Suddenly I hate this Carabatos as much as you do,

and I've never even met him.

Oh, Eddie, why does he have to come between us like this.

He doesn't have to, babe.

You can come with me.

The Falcon's a big charter yacht.

I know they can use another hand.

Guatemala doesn't exactly sound like my cup of tea.

Guatemala is just the first stop.

After that, we ship out to the South Pacific,

Tahiti, Bora Bora.

It's a fun world out there, Angie.

Don't you want to see some of it?

I'd love to.

I've dreamt about doing that all my life,

but some of us have responsibilities, Eddie.

We can't just pick up and take off

whenever we want to the way you do.

Those people out on the outer islands,

I've known them since I was five.

I grew up with them.

Now they're running out of supplies,

and they don't even know we're not coming.

The Swift isn't the only boat around.

There's lots of others that can haul cargo.

The Swift is shallow draft,

and it can get in and out over the reefs.

The others won't risk damaging their keels.

Look, even if I did stick around to fix her,

it wouldn't make any difference.

-Mel refuses to sail her. -He told you that?

He said he blames her for the death of your mother.

I mean, come on. He called it a murderer.

Oh, Eddie.

You got understand where he's coming from.

When we made that last trip to the north island,

mother wasn't feeling very well.

When we were there, she just kept getting worse, so...

We started back...

And halfway back...

The engines on the Swift quit.

The sea was dead calm.

So, we drifted for about two days

before the Coast Guard finally found us.

By that time, my mother was dead.

So, he blames the boat.

Well, that's ridiculous.

He could just as easily blame the sea.

He could blame God.

I know that.

I don't care if he's right or if he's wrong.

Or if he's just being emotional, I don't care.

Right now he hurts, and he needs me.

I can't leave him. Don't you see that?

(NO VOICE)

Maybe once when we get the Swift sailing again,

things will get back to normal.

I don't know.

Hey...

Already got the parts.

It's only gonna take you a couple of days.

What do you say you try it, huh?

Do that for me.

MAN: You know, Elaine,

you haven't told me too much about yourself.

What's to tell?

Here we are, and so far it's been wonderful.

Yes, it has, hasn't it?

You know, you're, you're nice. You're very nice.

Now, I want to know... I want to know all about you.

Like what?

Well, like what kind of work you do,

what sort of things you think about...

(LAUGHING)

What do you do besides dance all night.

You see, you're, uh, you're kind of aggressive.

I, uh, I like a woman like that.

Oh, good.

We lost Jane!

(GASPS)

What do you mean you've lost Jane?

-Who are these people? -I'm sorry, madam.

One minute she was there, the next minute she was...

Mommy, I found you a big man.

-Mommy? -JANE: Is he big enough?

Oh, hey, uh, I'm sorry.

Look, I, I know this is all very confusing.

She said she was lost.

-What's going on? -Very little.

Now, Mr. Hancock, if you'll allow me

to show you back to your bungalow.

We can't help you enough for all your help.

Are you sure that's her mother?

Oh, yes.

Mrs. Ashley, I shall return for Michael and Jane.

That should give you time

to straighten everything out as it were.

-Look, I'm... -Didn't you like Mr. Hancock?

Oh, yes, Jane, dear, I, I liked him.

Well, I guess I'd better be going.

Thanks for the drink, Elaine.

And good luck with Mr. Hancock.

(SIGHS) Thanks a lot, guys.

I hope you're satisfied, both of you.

You've ruined everything!

EDDIE: Hey, wait a minute, guys. What's going on?

-ANGIE: Hey, stop. -Hey, who told you to do this?

Eddie, can't you do something to stop them?

Where's your foreman? This doesn't go.

Eddie, you keep finding more and more beautiful girls for me.

Boy, you're really terrific, you know that?

Aren't you going to introduce me?

If this is an example of the humanitarianism

you've been telling me about,

I'll take Attila the Hun.

Eddie, my boy, don't confuse my desire to help someone

with my need to do business with you.

After all, this is just a sample of my power.

What is that supposed to mean?

-He giveth and he taketh away? -Don't blaspheme.

You want to be a hero for the girl? Okay.

But not with my money unless you work for me.

It doesn't make any difference to you, does it?

Forcing some mogul to sell you a fleet of tankers

or trying to squeeze a guy like me into your back pocket.

No matter what you want,

you always muscle your way through.

Just using a little leverage.

After all, it's for a good cause, isn't it?

For once I agree with you, Carabatos.

It is for a good cause, and for that reason,

I'm gonna stay and fix this boat.

But I'm gonna it without your help.

I'm gonna do it on my own.

How's a kid who's broke like you

going to pay for all these parts?

This ring is gonna pay for it.

MRS. ASHLEY: I had no idea

they were all gonna come busting in on us like that.

(LAUGHTER)

I thought we were being invaded by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir.

-Well... -Mmm?

I hope you'll let me make it up to you.

Oh, I insist upon it.

Only, next time it'll be in my bungalow.

WAITER: Call for you, Mr. Avery.

Oh, thank you.

Hello.

Yeah. What's up?

Oh, wonderful.

No, no, no, no, don't worry about that.

No, I've already found the person I want.

Elaine...

How'd you like to work for me?

What?

Well, Avery Enterprises.

My marketing director just resigned.

Oh, sure...

You're Martin Avery.

I didn't realize...

Yeah, I didn't think so.

You see, after our little fiasco,

I took the liberty

of checking you out with Mr. Roarke,

and, well, I, I know your work.

Are you serious?

Serious enough to offer you twice what you're getting now.

You interested?

When do I start?

You just did.

Um, one more thing.

Name it.

Uh, the hours are kind of crazy,

and the, and the travel is extensive.

Now, I suggest,

why not put the children in a, in a good boarding school,

or maybe with a relative they can live with.

Is that gonna be a problem?

Oh, no.

No, they're great kids.

Buddy, I'm not a pawn broker. I'm in marine supplies.

Take this ring somewhere and sell it.

-Come back with the cash. -Look it.

It was my father's, and I want it back.

As soon as the Swift is sailing again

and the Gordons take in enough money to cover my loan,

I'll redeem it and pay you 20% interest.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Okay, it's a deal. You got it.

Here's your receipt.

Thank you, and I'll be back for that ring.

Good luck.

-EDDIE: Mr. Roarke. -Stop here.

Lawrence.

See this?

A paid receipt. You know what it's for?

LAWRENCE: You've paid us your hotel bill.

Very honorable and surprising.

I'll call and have your luggage released.

It's for diesel parts for the Swift.

And Carabatos had nothing to do with it.

I've beaten him.

Oh, and don't worry about the hotel bill.

It may go against my grain,

but I'll take care of that one too.

Seems to me that young man

may be overreaching himself a bit

if he thinks he can best a man like Nikros Carabatos.

Too bad it's turned out to be a contest between them

when the real winner should be the people on the island

who desperately need their supplies.

Yes, sir.

And I'm afraid they won't be receiving any supplies

unless Mr. Gordon's problem can be resolved first.

Shall we go?

MRS. ASHLEY: (LAUGHING)

I haven't grabbed for a long time.

Elaine, you have no idea how much I want you.

-Oh, I think I do. -(CHUCKLES)

I think this calls

for a champagne celebration in my bungalow.

Oh, uh, Martin,

there's something I have to do first.

The children, right?

Oh, I'm a little worried.

I've never left them alone for so long.

Well, they're not alone. They're with Lawrence.

I know, but... I'd better check on them.

Elaine...

Now, you have been considering my suggestion, right?

Now, it wouldn't be fair to expect them to adjust

to all the new demands on your time.

I know what you say is true,

but, ah, they're so young.

Darling, it will only be for a little while

until you become established.

Believe me.

They're gonna be much happier

in a more stable environment with their peers.

You're right.

Probably.

I am right, okay?

Now, you go do your thing,

and I'll wait for you in my bungalow.

Be back in a minute.

(CHUCKLES)

(RUBBING HANDS RAPIDLY)

All right, hit it!

Dad?

Come on, hit the switch.

(REVVING)

That's good. Save it.

Whoo-hoo! Ah, it works.

-Hey, Eddie, it's all good. -All right.

You're okay to shove off anytime you want.

ANGIE: (CHUCKLES) This is great!

You know what we need for the radio now?

-EDDIE: Radio parts. Let's go. -Come on. Let's go do it.

Mr. Gordon.

If you throw that torch onto the boat,

it will go down, of course,

but that will certainly not bring back your wife.

(GASPS)

Mr. Gordon...

Please put it down.

No.

If her engine hadn't have quit on me that day,

Mary would still be alive.

That damn boat killed her.

It's time to be honest with yourself, Mr. Gordon,

and stop hiding from reality by blaming this boat.

You knew your wife was dying

even before you left for the islands.

That's not true.

Mary wanted to go.

She didn't want to be left behind.

She made me take her.

Yes.

Yes.

Because she also knew she was going to die,

and she wanted to spend her last hours

with the man she loved.

There was nothing you or any doctor

could have done to save her, Mr. Gordon.

But there are people on the islands you can save.

People your wife loved.

People who are waiting for you.

Dad?

Oh, daddy.

Everything's gonna be all right, Angie.

Everything's gonna be all right.

ANGIE: Come on.

I love you.

It's gonna be okay.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, Eddie, you passed your first test modestly,

but you're going to have to improve your technique

in the future.

I want this operation to have style and class.

I'm going to teach you the meaning

of those two words, my boy.

I don't know how to get this through to you,

but I'm not your boy.

I did this on my own with my own money.

Meaning that you paid for it

with this expensive-looking piece of glass, huh?

I bought the real diamond from your dad years ago

for a lot more than it was worth

when he was broke and needed help.

Regardless of what you think,

your father and I understood each other.

You won't leave me anything, will you?

Eddie, if seeing me lying dead is some kind of victory for you,

you're going to have it sooner than you imagine.

So, waste my money, but don't waste my time.

With your youth and my power, we can make history!

Think it over.

What can I do, Mr. Roarke?

A lot worse, I assure you, Eddie.

As they say, if you can't fight them, join them.

Well, I guess someone's got to keep an eye on him.

Hey, Carabatos, wait up!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING, LAUGHTER)

LAWRENCE: And again, Simba.

(ROARING) Good. Good. Once more.

Through and down. There we go. (LAUGHS)

JANE: Mom, we're tigers jumping through the hoop.

LAWRENCE: Yeah, we're just having a bit of a romp before bedtime.

Oh, thank you, Lawrence.

Well, how about a hug?

Aww.

Mike?

Don't you have a hug for your old mom?

Still want to be our mom?

Of course I want to be your mom.

Even if I...

Even if what?

You'll never guess what happened.

I have got a great new job,

and I'm gonna be making lots of money.

The only thing is you'll probably have to stay

with your uncle Ralph for just a while.

Where will you be?

Well, I'll be working.

Part of the job is I'll be traveling

to a lot of different cities,

-and so I... -Who will take care of you?

Well, I'll, I'll get by.

Oh, it won't be easy because you've really spoiled me,

but... I'll manage.

-MICHAEL: (SNIFFLES) -We'll all manage.

Oh, Mike.

It's only gonna be for a while.

I don't want to stay with Uncle Ralph.

Look.

I am still the mother here, and I make the decisions.

Now, this is a... A great opportunity for me,

and I'm not gonna let it pass me by.

Look... I know what's best.

MARTIN: Welcome back, my darling.

(KISS, MRS. AVERY CHUCKLES)

-What took you so long? -Oh, don't talk, please.

-Just hold me. -(CHUCKLES)

What's the matter?

Oh, all of a sudden, I feel so lonely.

You told the children, right?

(SIGHS) It was the...

It was the toughest thing I've ever had to do.

Yes, darling, but... You'll all get used to the idea.

I mean, the hard part is behind you now.

I wish I could believe that.

I forgot to give them their presents.

You can give them their presents

for breakfast, my darling.

No. They deserve them now.

And they deserve me now too.

Oh, Martin...

I want someone to love me.

I want someone to love all of me,

and that includes my children.

I see.

Well...

That's life, I guess.

That's too bad because...

I think we could have been quite a good team.

Oh, well, I didn't hire you for your looks anyway,

so the job is still yours.

I guess we'll just have to wait

for Jane and Michael to, to grow up,

and that's gonna take some time, ain't it?

Yep.

I'm really sorry.

No, you're not.

But that's all right.

I understand.

Thanks, Martin.

MR. CARABATOS: Are you sure you won't change your mind

and come along, my dear?

That's very, very tempting, Mr. Carabatos,

but for now I must stay with my father.

-Bless you. -Thank you.

Will I see you soon?

-Real soon, Angie. -Good.

BOTH: Bye.

Listen, if you want me to work for you,

you're gonna have to stay away from my women, understand?

It's one thing to drive a hard bargain, Eddie,

but when you add impossible conditions...

LAWRENCE: Well, Mr. Carabatos,

your fantasy to help other people

is starting out very well indeed.

Yes, and I think the credit for this good beginning

must go to Mr. Roarke and to you.

Thank you both very much.

And you, Mr. Random,

I trust having Mr. Carabatos' vast wealth at your disposal

isn't going to put too much of a crimp in your style?

Well, I'll give it a year or so

until I make enough money of my own.

When I do, I'll use it to bury you.

(LAUGHS)

I'd like to see you try, my boy.

MICHAEL: Hi, Lawrence.

LAWRENCE: Michael. Jane. (CHUCKLING)

JANE: Good-bye, Lawrence.

We'll miss you, but we're sure glad to have our mom back.

There is no substitute for the real thing is there, huh?

Good-bye.

-Good-bye, Mr. Roarke. -Good-bye. sweetheart.

Bye.

Well, Mrs. Ashley,

how did it feel to be a swinger?

I guess I'll never really know.

However, if the real thing should come along...

MR. ROARKE: (CHUCKLES)

Oh, thanks, Mr. Roarke.

You're very welcome, Mrs. Ashley.

-Lawrence. -Good-bye, ma'am.

Well, she didn't exactly get her fantasy after all,

did she, sir?

No, Lawrence, but she did receive

something much more important,

the knowledge that a woman's search for fulfillment

often leads her to her own doorstep.