[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]
[BELL TOLLING]
The plane! The plane!
[GIRLS GIGGLING]
- TATTOO: Good morning, Boss.
- Good morning, Tattoo.
-Let's go. -[♪♪♪♪♪]
Smiles, everyone, smiles.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
ROARKE: Miss Sheila Richards,
a gifted student
of modern dance.
The gentleman with
her is her teacher,
Mr. Franklin Adams, once
a celebrated choreographer.
He has guided Miss Richards
from the moment
she entered his class
at the Manhattan
School for the Deaf.
You mean Miss Richards is deaf?
Yes, from birth.
But, boss, how can she dance
when she cannot hear the music?
ROARKE: Only by
watching a metronome,
or her teacher's hand signals.
Which makes it
impossible for her
ever to perform professionally.
That is why Mr. Adams'
fantasy is for Miss Richards
to hear for the
first time in her life.
But, Boss, when
her fantasy's over,
she's not going to be
able to hear anymore.
-That's cruel. -Cruel?
Is it cruelty for Mr. Adams
to give someone he loves
the chance to realize
an impossible dream,
if only for a moment?
- You mean, he loves her?
- But he hasn't told her.
So, you see, Tattoo,
Mr. Adams' fantasy
may prove cruelest
of all to himself.
This much is certain.
The lives of Miss
Sheila Richards
and Mr. Franklin Adams
will never again be the same.
TATTOO: Who is that guy
in the sharp-looking jacket?
ROARKE: Mr. Evan Wadkins.
You see, Tattoo, Mr. Wadkins
is a compulsive gambler.
Oh, that's too bad.
Who's that little girl?
His daughter, Miss Amy Wadkins.
She's only eight-years
old, going on ,
if you understand my
meaning. Her life with her father,
although he loves her very much,
has been, shall we say, unique.
Don't tell me his fantasy, boss.
He wants to be a big winner?
Precisely.
And his daughter's fantasy
is for him to stop gambling.
But, boss, how can
you fulfill both fantasies?
With a great deal
of difficulty, Tattoo.
No offense, boss,
four to one that you don't
pull off both fantasies.
My dear guests...
I'm Mr. Roarke, your host.
Welcome to Fantasy Island.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
ANNOUNCER: The last
few runners moving into line.
Oh, Dr. Maybe is
set, as is Zim Zam.
The flag is up, and
we're ready for the start.
And they're off! Underfoot
going into the lead
with Chocolate Charlie
second. Kitty's Boy third.
Then Scrap Heap is fourth,
followed by Prince Harris.
Ray's Rule is next,
Arnie's Dream,
and the trailer, White Comanchi.
White Comanchi? He
hardly got out of the gate.
Look at him. He's dead last!
Come on, you old hay bag,
what's the matter with you?
Wake up, White
Comanchi, this is race day!
ANNOUNCER: the
Arnie's Dream, Prince Harris
and still last, the long
sh*t, White Comanchi.
Oh, I knew this dumb
fantasy wouldn't work.
ANNOUNCER: The field
continues down the back stretch.
There's a half-mile to go.
And Chocolate Charlie now...
- Not for me.
- ANNOUNCER: Zim Zam moving up
second with Underfoot
back to third. Ray's Rule...
Sorry, Mr. Roarke, not even you
could make a lifetime
loser into a winner.
Do not be too
hasty, Mr. Wadkins.
The race isn't over yet.
ANNOUNCER: And the distant
trailer is still White Comanchi.
Coming to the
top of the stretch,
Zim Zam now draws
off by two lengths.
Chocolate Charlie
is second. Ray's Rule
is dropping back third. And
from the back of the pack,
White Comanchi
is starting to move.
Zim Zam in front.
But on the far outside,
here comes White Comanchi!
- Go.
- The big white horse is third...
- Go, baby. Go, go, go!
- And moving into the leader.
Zim Zam on the rail, White
Comanchi on the outside,
and down the stretch they
come. It's Zim Zam on the...
He's going to do it. Mr. Roarke,
White Comanchi's going to do it.
Coming on to challenge
and here's the finish.
White Comanchi, the
winner by two lengths.
[INDISTINCT CHEERING]
- White Comanchi at to one...
- It's a miracle.
Coming from
last for the victory.
I'm a winner...
and at to one odds!
We won!
We won!
Mr. Roarke, can I talk to you?
Oh, most assuredly,
Miss Wadkins. What is it?
Cards on the table. Are
you doing a number on me?
Number?
I paid you seven good
dollars for my fantasy.
So you did.
Then what are we
doing in a horse parlor?
Patience, Miss Wadkins.
The weekend is still young.
Excuse me, Miss Wadkins.
- Mr. Wadkins...
- ANNOUNCER: First call
for the third race.
Mr. Roarke, you're the greatest.
Uh, Mr. Wadkins,
have you had lunch?
No, no. I never eat
while they're running.
Oh, I see. And has your
daughter acquired your ability to go
without meals?
EVAN: That kid...
not a word, not a complaint.
Hey, doll, you look
like a winner to me.
Hey, man, I am. You
should see my father.
We're on our way, kid.
There are gonna be
races at tracks this week.
And with the way I'm
feeling, I'm gonna clean up
at every one of them.
-Bye, Tattoo. -Goodbye.
ROARKE: To look upon the
ocean, is to confront the infinite.
Do you enjoy the
view, Miss Richards?
SHEILA: It's...
very beautiful, Mr. Roarke.
But, frightening, too.
I guess...
I needed this vacation
more than I realized.
Miss Richards, I
want you to look out
-to the horizon... -Look at me.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I want you to look out...
to the horizon,
where the sky
and the Earth meet.
Look into infinity...
and believe in the impossible.
Believe.
Look, look.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Listen now, Sheila Richards.
Hear the voices of the Earth.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[SEAGULLS SQUAKING]
I hear you, seagull!
I hear me!
I hear everything!
You did not tell
her your real reason
for bringing her
to Fantasy Island,
- did you, Mr. Adams?
- No, Mr. Roarke.
I didn't want to build
up any false hopes.
Are you sure that is
all you fear, Mr. Adams?
Do you not also
dread the possibility
that being able to
hear, will change her
from the child you
taught to dance,
into a woman who may
no longer need you?
A woman...
whom you love?
That has occurred to me, yes.
I hear!
I hear you, ocean!
I hear you! I hear
you roaring at me!
-[SOBBING] -FRANKLIN: Sheila!
Yes, I hear you,
Franklin! I hear!
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[ANNOUNCER
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
Excuse me, boss.
Hello, Mr. Roarke.
You want to see me?
Uh, Yes, Miss Glenn. Uh,
this is Miss Amy Wadkins.
May I impose upon you
to drive her back
to her bungalow?
What's she doing
in a place like this?
Sweating out the fifth
at Pimlico. I'll get my dad.
That's the child
you told me about?
Yes, Miss Glenn.
- Her father's a gambler.
- You might say so.
Well, they couldn't possibly
have any part of my fantasy.
Patience, Miss Glenn. Trust me.
Would you believe it?
Five in a row. It's
almost too easy.
Uh, Mr. Wadkins, may I
present Miss Margo Glenn?
How do you do?
How do you do?
Miss Glenn's going to drive
us back to the bungalow.
Well, sure. Sounds good to me.
Let's go.
ANNOUNCER: Last call
for the sixth race at Pimlico.
Herb, keep an eye on him...
for now.
If he tries to run,
we'll break his legs.
MAXIM: Three, four,
five, six, seven, eight.
A one, two and reach.
And five, six and reach.
And one to the front,
a five, a six and back. One.
Pam, you're not
with it. What's wrong?
Nothing, Max. I'm all right.
A one, a three, four,
watch your space.
Seven, eight and a one,
two, three and a four,
five, six, a seven,
eight. And a one, two.
A five, six, and seven,
eight. And a one, two.
Lift up, five, six, seven,
eight. And a one, two,
three, four and push.
Six, a seven, eight.
A one, to the front.
- A five six and back...
- You ready, Sheila?
Oh, Franklin, I'm so scared.
Maxim Leonard is the
greatest choreographer
in the whole world.
Now, you listen to me.
You're gonna dance for him
and you're gonna be great.
Mr. Roarke has
arranged for this audition.
And all your years of study
have prepared you for it.
MAXIM: Up. Five,
six, a seven, eight.
A one, two, three,
four, five and hold.
Okay. Take a five, and
we'll go again from the top.
- Excuse me, Mr. Leonard.
- Mm-hmm.
I'm Franklin Adams
and this is my pupil,
Sheila Richards.
Oh, yes.
I've heard a great deal
about your work, Mr. Adams.
Thank you and it's
nice of you to see us.
Oh, not at all. I was delighted
when Mr. Roarke told me
you were bringing
someone special
to dance for me.
Uh, what would you like to
do for us today, Miss Richards?
Well, I thought, perhaps,
an excerpt from
your last production,
using your choreography,
Mr. Leonard.
Fine, I'm flattered.
And I have that
arrangement on tape.
You don't have to speak
so loudly. I can hear.
-I'll take that. -Oh, thanks.
[SIGHS]
Sheila, what are you doing?
You've warmed up already.
Now listen, you've rehearsed
this selection times.
There's only going
to be one difference.
I don't need to watch
you for my tempo.
- That's right.
- Are you ready, Miss Richards?
Yes, I am.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
- What is it, Miss Richards?
- Yes, I... I'm sorry.
What's wrong?
The music is
times more beautiful
than I ever thought it would be.
Oh, Franklin, thank you
for giving me this chance.
Mr. Leonard, everything
is going to be fine now.
-[BUTTON CLICKS] -[♪♪♪♪♪]
[ALL APPLAUDING]
ROARKE: Do you not also
dread that being able to hear
will change her into a woman
who may no longer need you?
-[♪♪♪♪♪] -[BIRDS CHIRPING]
Hey, Daddy!
-Oh! -Sorry, honey.
MARGO: Thank
you for inviting me.
- EVAN: It was Amy's idea.
- Oh, then I'll thank Amy.
No.
I'll thank Amy...
for bringing you into my life.
Amy says you travel a lot,
especially since
her mother d*ed.
We get around.
-It's a good life. -For a child?
I'm sorry. I... It just
came out all wrong.
[SCREAMS]
Amy!
Daddy! Help!
Daddy!
Daddy!
Daddy!
Don't panic, honey.
Don't panic.
[SCREAMS]
Honey, you all right?
Amy!
You promised to
teach me to swim.
[SIGHS] I will, I will.
Here. Here, put this around
her. Come on, Amy. Here.
Okay. Get her back
to the bungalow
and get something
warm in her stomach.
Come here.
-Okay? -Yeah.
- She's not bad, you know.
- Hey, do I pick your dates?
Gambling is a sickness.
Evan Wadkins needs help.
Then help him.
-Me? -Yes.
What can I do?
He can't even cope with
parental responsibilities.
Love is simply his excuse
for forcing his lifestyle
on that poor child.
Indeed. And, uh, what happened
to your fantasy, Miss Glenn?
A young, dedicated
social welfare worker
sees nothing but broken
homes and unfortunate children,
and then she
wishes, just once...
to become involved in a case
that has a happy ending to it.
I invited you here to
live out that fantasy,
not to come between a
father and his daughter.
I'm not asking for a refund.
I am asking that
you understand that
I have responsibilities, too.
The minute that plane
lands in the States,
I am going to be forced to
take custody of Amy Wadkins.
That's your prerogative.
But since you have graciously
declined to ask for a refund,
I consider it my duty,
uh, to continue my
efforts in your behalf.
That is your prerogative.
- Ah, good evening, Tattoo.
- Good evening, Mr. Franklin.
Have you seen
Sheila this evening?
She's still rehearsing at
the theater with Mr. Leonard.
Oh.
Thank you.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Good evening.
Oh, Franklin, I've
got great news.
Maxim wants me to appear
in the special
charity performance
tomorrow night.
Isn't that great?
You brought me a
wonderful talent, Mr. Adams.
Yes, I know.
Listen, we haven't
eaten all day.
They're having a clambake
on the beach tonight.
- Why don't you join us?
- Oh, please do, Franklin.
I'm so happy and I want
you to be happy with me.
I am, Sheila. I really am.
It's just that I'm
a little tired, so...
why don't you two
run along, all right?
-Are you sure? -Mm-hmm.
Okay.
-See you later. -Bye.
It's very hard, isn't it...
to watch those we have loved
and nurtured as
children grow up...
and no longer need us?
Sheila is an innocent.
Maxim Leonard is
a sophisticated man
of the world and...
- why, she could get hurt.
- Perhaps, Mr. Adams.
Growing up is often painful.
But Mr. Leonard is a
gentle, honorable person.
I'm sure they'll be
kind to each other.
It's just a passing infatuation.
Sheila's going through some,
sort of, a traumatic experience.
She'll come back
to me when it's...
When the fantasy
is over, Mr. Adams?
When she returns
to that silent universe
in which she depends
so entirely on you?
Is that how you
wish to claim her?
I don't know.
As God as my witness,
Mr. Roarke, I... I don't know.
ANNOUNCER OVER TV: Coming to the quarter
pole, Million Dollars has the lead...
Two thousand, Glory
Hound. Eighth, Los Alamitos.
-Glory Hound? -Uh-huh.
Uh, that girl sure
is interested in you.
Amy? Yeah. She's a good kid.
No, I mean that
tall, pretty blonde.
Keeps trying to find out
how much money you bet
and how often you
bring the kid in here.
Asked me, asked my boss.
What is she, some
kind of investigator?
EVAN: Why'd you do
it to me, Mr. Roarke?
I paid you for a fantasy,
and you stuck a child
welfare worker on my tail.
ROARKE: I stuck no one
on your tail, Mr. Wadkins,
I assure you.
What am I yelling at you for?
Those welfare people
already took Amy from me.
And I've been going
crazy ever since.
When I got the
idea to come here,
I borrowed the money
and I conned them
to let me take Amy
on a great weekend.
And, of course, you
had to promise to abstain
from any and all sorts of
gambling. Am I correct?
Well, then you created
the problem, Mr. Wadkins,
- not I.
- But I always create problems.
That's why I wanted
to come here.
All I need is one
big winning streak
to do something decent for
that kid and it's happening.
Are you, um, I believe
the expression is...
uh, doing a number
on me, Mr. Wadkins?
All I want, Mr. Roarke, is to
do the right thing for my kid.
- That's all I ever wanted.
- Wonderful.
Well, then let's
find Miss Glenn.
We'll all sit down
and talk things over.
I'm sure we can reach
an amicable agreement.
In fact, I might
venture to suggest
that perhaps the lady
has come to like the father
-as much as the daughter. -Oh?
-Yes. -Hey, that's great.
I like her, too. Yeah.
So, I'll see you back here?
Where are you
going, Mr. Wadkins?
To play the seventh at Pimlico.
You find Amy and Margo
and I... I'll meet you
back here, okay?
Uh, Mr. Wadkins...
I strongly urge you to stop now.
You are carrying a
considerable amount of money.
Am I on a winning streak or not?
Oh, you are. However...
there are many ways to lose.
Not when you're hot,
Mr. Roarke. Not when you're hot.
[♪♪♪♪♪♪]
Hey! Hey! Hey, what's going on?
Ben!
It ain't Santa Claus.
That's 'cause
you're Santa Claus.
And you're gonna
- stuff my stocking, right?
- Sure, sure.
I couldn't have done
it without your stake.
[CHUCKLES]
And...
there's the interest.
Is this your idea of
peace and goodwill?
It's all there,
Ben. Check it out.
The rest, Santa baby. All of it.
This is mine.
BEN: Well, that's what makes
life interesting. [CHUCKLES]
You know, it's a
difference of opinion.
I'm through chasing you around.
And from now on,
I'm your banker.
You want to play the ponies,
I'll dole out your
money, not mine.
Ben, listen to me.
I took the money that you
lent me to buy a fantasy,
just to get a stake, not
for me, for my daughter.
I'm going to leave her here.
I'm just going to take off.
Every story's better
than the last, pal,
but I got to admit,
this one's a real corker.
Ben, don't clean me out.
This money is Amy's dowry.
Fantasy Island is a
great place for a kid.
And with this money,
Amy's got something
to look forward to
when she grows up.
Sorry, Santa.
All right, come on.
Give me the money.
Come on!
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTS]
Now, hold it right there.
Now, give me the money.
Ben...
this belongs to Amy.
No more playing around.
Give me the money.
[GRUNTS]
You must have won
every race today...
but you're still
king of the losers.
[CAR HORN BLARES]
[DOOR SHUTS]
Your father must have stopped
for a drink with some friends,
perhaps decided to sleep over.
Mr. Roarke, you think my
father is in trouble, don't you?
Miss Wadkins...
you are a very bright
young lady, so I will
be perfectly frank.
He was seen with two
men, strangers to the island.
Have you any idea
who they might be?
-No, sir. -No? I see.
Well, I'm sure he's
still on the island.
I will call you as soon
as I find him, huh?
In the meantime, I want
you to get some rest.
Frankly, sometimes I don't
know what to do with my father.
I've tried everything.
Nothing seems to work.
Parents can be a
terrible strain, you know.
Okay, come on.
It's time to go to bed.
Amy... I have an idea.
I know you don't like
foster homes but...
well, maybe you'd
consider living with me?
I don't have anyone to
come home to, either.
Thank you, Miss Glenn.
I'm sure that would be very nice
but without my father, I don't
much care what happens.
[SIGHS]
Look at me, Amy.
People are surprised
when I think like a man.
Do you know that?
When Mr. Roarke gave me my
job, I looked for work everywhere.
But everyone...
they acted like if
I was a little boy.
[SOBBING] You're
not a boy, you're a man!
Your father may
look like a man...
but inside...
he's a boy.
If you understand that...
then you can
understand him. Right?
[MAXIM CLAPS] Okay,
this will be a final run-through.
Let's clear the stage, please.
Places, everyone.
We'll take it from the top.
Are we ready?
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[SCREAMS, SOBS]
God, Sheila, what happened?
- Sheila, what's wrong?
- Sheila, please. Sheila?
- MAXIM: What's wrong?
- FRANKLIN: Sheila, please.
Sheila please...
-Sheila, what is the... -[GASPS]
Let her go.
What's wrong with
her? Franklin, what is it?
Please, I beg you.
Let me take care of her.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Sheila! Sheila!
ROARKE: You know she
can't hear you, Mr. Adams.
I've been searching
for her all night.
- The fantasy is over, Mr. Adams.
- Oh, no.
It can't end that quickly.
It just can't. It's too cruel.
Well, you should have
thought of that in the beginning.
I beg you.
Give her back her
hearing permanently.
I'll pay you any price you ask.
Even if the price is
that she leaves you
to be with Mr. Maxim Leonard?
Yes, even that.
Please, Mr. Roarke.
Make her hear.
I'm sorry.
There are limits beyond which
even my powers cannot reach.
Uh, however, there
is some consolation.
Since she is once more deaf,
Miss Richards will need
you, not Mr. Leonard.
No, no, no.
I don't want her dependence.
I want her happiness.
Oh, my God. What...
what have I done?
Help me, Mr. Roarke.
Very well.
You are a teacher.
You must know that there
are many voices in nature
which all may hear if they
but listen with the heart.
Go to her, Mr. Adams.
Teach her to listen from within.
-Sheila. -[SOBS] Oh, Franklin,
I can't hear anymore.
Oh, Sheila. Sheila, I'm sorry.
But you've enjoyed the
gift of hearing for a short,
beautiful time.
Don't cast that experience
aside now in sorrow
as though it had never happened.
But... but I can't hear.
I can't dance
if I can't watch
someone give me a b*at.
Now I'll never be able to dance
with Maxim and his company.
[SOBS]
I'm back where I started!
You're not the same
and you never will
be again, Sheila.
But try to remember
what it was like to hear.
Poets say that, "Whoever
hear the bells of Notre Dame,
carry the memory of that
sound forever in their soul."
You've heard the
world, its music.
Concentrate.
Search deep within your memory.
Search and listen.
I s... sense something.
Not music...
or the wind or the sea.
It's like a rhythm.
[CLICKING]
[FOOTSTEPS]
MAXIM: Three and a four, five.
A six, a seven, eight. A one.
I think I always
heard it before, here.
In my head.
But I never really
knew what it was
until I could really hear.
It... it's gone.
It stopped.
Describe it to me.
It's...
like a vibration.
A pulse.
Here.
A small area of
bone in her forehead
is sensitive to sound waves.
Miss Richards one of the
rare, fortunate individuals
who, although deaf,
have the capability to
pick up rhythmic vibrations.
Sheila,
Maxim and the
company are waiting.
Wait.
How do I know
I'll be able to pick up
all different tempos?
My dear,
you would never have
learned how to dance at all
unless you had courage.
Use that courage now, Sheila.
Trust in your skill.
And perhaps, this strange,
new sense will work for you
like a built-in metronome.
Oh, Franklin...
if I dance well...
if it works...
Maxim will want me
to go on tour with him.
- And I won't see you anymore.
- Yes, of course, you will.
When the company
comes to New York,
I'll attend every performance.
And I'll tell everyone
you're my greatest discovery.
This awkward, pigeon-toed,
little girl who had transformed
into a dancing star,
who conquered the world!
-You will? -Yes.
You really think it's possible?
I think...
there's a chance, yes.
But, first, you must
conquer yourself.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Mr. Wadkins!
Stay away, Mr. Roarke.
You cannot possibly
run out like this.
Your daughter's on the way here.
I don't have a daughter.
I'm not equipped
for that kind of job.
You see what a mess this
fantasy's turned out to be?
You were going to
send me home a winner?
This will teach you to stay
out of gambling, Mr. Roarke.
-It's for pros, only. -Daddy!
Daddy!
Please, get her
out of here, please.
Dad, you're safe!
Sure, I'm safe.
Look, princess,
we've always been straight
with one another, right?
Let me go.
Stay here with
Mr. Roarke and Tattoo.
They'll give you the kind
of life I never could have.
You weren't running out in
that rubber boat, were you?
You'd never make it.
I'd take that action
if I had a dollar,
which I don't.
Mr. Wadkins...
this may come as
a surprise to you,
but I am the biggest
gambler you've ever met.
You failed to
recognize that fact
because I don't dally
with small-time action.
I bet on the big
game, Mr. Wadkins.
I bet on people.
It's too bad that
you never tried that.
Betting on yourself,
on your future.
Put a wager on
life, Mr. Wadkins.
That's where the real action is.
You don't understand.
None of you do.
Gambling is...
is excitement, the kind
you don't get anyplace else.
ROARKE: Stop!
Do you want
excitement, Mr. Wadkins?
Do you want action?
Very well, then.
Pull that lanyard.
If the engine starts...
I will stake you
to another fantasy.
You can win all the
races you desire.
If it doesn't start...
you must give up betting
on horses or anything else...
forever.
That motor already started
once. You heard that.
This is some sort of trick.
Well, then don't pull
the lanyard, Mr. Wadkins.
What's the matter, Mr. Wadkins?
The fantasy's over.
Hey, did I ever tell you
I've got the greatest
dad in the world?
Hey, did I ever
tell you I agree?
Boss, you tricked him.
You know they empty the gas t*nk
on all the small
boats every night.
Details, Tattoo.
Please don't bother
me with mere details.
- Good evening, Mr. Adams.
- Ah, Mr. Roarke.
Have you and Miss Richards
worked everything out?
- You mean on a personal level?
- Uh-huh.
- Yes, we have. thank you.
- Oh, that's good.
But whether she'll be
able to dance, well...
heaven only knows.
Oh, it does, Sir.
Believe it.
Heaven does know.
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[ALL APPLAUDING, CHEERING]
Bravo! Bravo!
Bravo, my darling.
Bravo.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[CHUCKLES]
Well, I hope all
your differences
- have been resolved.
- I don't know.
A social worker
and an ex-gambler?
- That's a long sh*t.
- Want to bet?
Bet? Bet? What's that?
[ALL CHUCKLE]
- Goodbye, Mr. Roarke. Thank you.
- Goodbye, Miss Glenn.
- You're very welcome.
- Bye, Tattoo.
Mr. Wadkins.
Goodbye, Miss Wadkins.
-Bye. -Bye, honey.
-[CLEARS THROAT] -What's that?
Our wager.
You bet
that I would not be able to
make both their fantasies work.
Four to one, remember?
Shall I tell you about the time I
broke the bank at Monte Carlo?
I saw that one.
Thank you. [CLEARS THROAT]
I want to thank you
both for my fantasy.
As you know, Sheila
left early this morning
- for the world tour with Maxim.
- Indeed.
I have seldom seen two
people so blissfully happy.
She will never forget you
for giving her a new life.
Oh, thank you for saying
so, Tattoo. I'll miss her.
But fortunately, I have
my work to keep me busy.
Well, goodbye, gentlemen.
Oh, uh, I almost
forgot, uh, Mr. Adams.
Uh, could I impose upon
you for a very special favor?
-Absolutely. -Uh, Tattoo.
Come on. It's time to go.
This young lady lives
here on the island.
She has just won a
scholarship to a school
in New York,
where you are going.
Uh, would it be too
much of an inconvenience
to ask you to look
after her on the trip?
Why, no. Not at all.
Her name is Elena Amalgar.
Will this be your
first trip from home?
ROARKE: I'm afraid she
can't hear you, Mr. Adams.
You see, the scholarship she won
is to the Manhattan
School for the Deaf.
She will need all the
poise and confidence
- you can give her.
- Thank you, Mr. Roarke.
I understand.
Elen...
my name is Franklin.
Franklin Adams.
It'll be difficult
to say at first.
It usually is to most
people, but you'll master it...
and a thousand other things that
that will open up
the world for you.
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