(BELL RINGING)
- Good morning, Mr. Roarke.
- Good morning, Lawrence.
Smiles, everyone! Smiles!
(HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING)
LAWRENCE: Isn't that
Mr. Nick Gleason, sir,
the gentleman who is putting on
the Fantasy Island
Girl beauty pageant?
Yes, Lawrence.
A rather desperate
man, I'm afraid.
Desperate, sir?
MR. ROARKE: As a
producer of beauty contests,
rumor has it that
a number of them
have been, uh, fixed.
Then what on Earth
can his fantasy be?
To auction off the Fantasy Island
Girl crown to the highest bidder?
I should hope not, Lawrence.
Since the Fantasy
Island pageant will merit
international attention
from the media,
Mr. Gleason considers
this to be the last chance
he'll have to clean up
his tarnished reputation,
and make a success of his life.
His fantasy is to
produce an honest
and hugely successful show.
You seem familiar with
our new guest, Lawrence.
LAWRENCE: Marion Sommers.
Even more lovely in
person than on the screen.
I take it you're a fan.
-Oh, yes. -Ah.
But what on Earth
can her fantasy be?
Surely, that is one person
who, as they say, has it all.
Miss Sommers'
fantasy is to be reunited
with the two children that
she gave up for adoption
nearly years ago
Children, sir? I had no idea.
Neither has anyone
else, Lawrence.
Least of all her children.
LAWRENCE: Well, you can surely
grant her fantasy, can't you, sir?
That will all depend on how Miss
Sommers interprets the word "reunited."
My dear guests, I am
Mr. Roarke, your host.
Welcome to Fantasy Island.
MR. ROARKE: Ladies...
Very lovely ladies, may I add...
The competition
will be exciting,
hectic, and I hope as
enjoyable an experience for you
as it will be for those who
come to see you compete
in the Fantasy
Island Girl pageant.
As your host, I welcome
you, and I wish you all well.
One of you will leave wearing
the Fantasy Island Girl crown.
Which is gonna be me,
thank you very much.
MR. ROARKE:
However, there is more
to a beauty contest
than mere beauty.
MR. ROARKE: If
you open your eyes...
Like sleeping with the judges.
To the wonder of new places,
and your hearts to the
new friends you will make,
then you will all leave
Fantasy Island a winner.
Thank you.
Thank you, and
good luck to all of you.
You talk like you know a
lot about beauty contests.
I've won my share.
Have you ever been in
any put on by Mr. Gleason?
No, but I've heard about
the way he operates.
The girl that he
wants to win wins.
- If you know what I mean.
- WOMAN: All right, girls...
As I call your
names, step onstage,
give us a turn,
and then move off
and get fitted for the
outfits you'll be wearing.
First... Norma Adams.
Well, Mr. Roarke,
we're underway.
What do you think?
I don't envy the
judges, Mr. Gleason.
They're going to have a
difficult choice to make.
WOMAN: Angelica Baker.
As one of the judges, Lawrence,
don't you agree?
Me, sir?
Well, Mr. Gleason suggested
that someone should
represent Fantasy Island
on the judges' panel,
and I recommended you.
Unless, of course, it's a
burden you'd rather not...
Oh, no, no, no, sir.
We must all make sacrifices.
- Thank you, sir.
- WOMAN: Tina Evans.
Something the
matter, Mr. Gleason?
That girl is my daughter.
I swear to you, Mr. Roarke...
WOMAN: Jacqueline Bailey.
I had no idea she
entered this contest.
Oh.
I can see that puts you in a
rather awkward position, doesn't it?
-Awkward? -WOMAN: Jill McLean.
I mean, if somebody finds out,
they'll think I'm
putting in a fix.
I can be run out of
this business for good.
WOMAN: Dora Walker.
MR. ROARKE: You have really
beautiful children, Miss Sommers.
Mmm, and why not,
with you for their mother?
(CHUCKLES) Please,
where are they?
Ellie and Bill are already
on the island, Miss Sommers,
but before I take you to them,
we must go over
the ground rules.
Believe me, I have
them memorized.
I am to lecture at the Fantasy
Island drama workshop
for high school students.
I will show no favoritism,
nor will I make any
grandiose offers
to any of the students,
in particular, Ellie
or Bill Woods.
I know it sounds
unfair, Miss Sommers,
but it's really for the best.
If you'll excuse me, sir,
I'll go and see if the
workshop is ready
for Miss Sommers.
Of course, Lawrence.
Thank you.
For the best.
I know all about doing things
that are really for the best.
That's why I gave
them up in the first place.
The best for them or
for you, Miss Sommers?
Them, me, the three of us.
What difference
does it make now?
I was young and trying to
make it in the movie business
when their father ran out on me.
I didn't have a
dime for anything,
let alone raising two children.
I thought that if I gave them up
they would have a
better chance at life,
and so would I.
Then why, after all this time...
Because I can afford them now.
I can give them all the
things I never could before.
I see.
Miss Sommers...
It's not just a monetary
consideration, is it?
No.
Now my career can
afford them as well.
No one is gonna be
scandalized if it turns out
that I have two children.
I sympathize with
you and all the pain
I know this has caused
you, Miss Sommers,
but, um, it's really quite
beside the point, isn't it?
Because no one will ever
know you have these children.
That's right.
My fantasy was to
be reunited with them,
not to take them home.
Exactly.
-Mr. Lawrence? -Yes.
You're one of the
judges, aren't you?
Yes, miss.
Mr. Lawrence, I wouldn't
dream of doing anything
to influence the decision
of a contest judge.
That would be unethical.
But a girl all alone needs
somebody to protect her.
Especially at night, if
you know what I mean.
I know precisely what you mean.
And if your chaperone doesn't
provide sufficient security,
I shall dispatch a pack
of ferocious guard dogs
to protect your perimeter.
Good day, miss.
Nick, only three of the
girls know how to tap dance.
What'll we do about
the New York number?
Make it a tropical island.
- Everybody can hula.
- Mmm-hmm, okay.
Linda, where is my daughter?
I'm sorry about that, Nick.
- She changed her last name.
- I know.
It was probably
her mother's idea.
Where is she now?
Over there.
Thanks.
Ah, well, isn't this
a pleasant surprise!
Recognize him,
Tina? It's your father.
Hello, darling
Nice to see you again, Daddy.
It's nice to see you, too.
But cool the "Daddy" stuff.
You know, with me
running the contest and all,
people might think that...
That Daddy's a crook?
years of using our
daughter as a club against me
isn't enough?
You want to bury me altogether?
I know you won't believe
this, but I had nothing to do
with Tina entering your
Fantasy Island Girl contest.
It was all her idea.
It was, honest.
Same as always?
She lies, and you swear to it.
Oh, listen, if you're gonna
make a scene, do it later.
I have better things
to do. Goodbye.
Well... It's been a long time.
Yeah.
High school.
Oh, I'm sorry I couldn't
make it to your graduation.
I was doing a show up
in Canada at the time.
I didn't expect you, so
I wasn't disappointed.
But thanks for
sending those flowers.
-It was really nice. -Oh.
Tina...
I know I haven't been
the best father in the world,
but it hasn't all
been my fault either.
I understand.
My!
You have certainly grown up
to be a beautiful young lady.
Thank you.
(CHUCKLES)
So, young man, do you
really want to be an actor?
I'm not sure.
Well, you may as well
forget it right now, then.
Because if you
don't really want it
with everything that's in you,
you might as well
kiss it goodbye
standing right here.
Thank you, Miss Sommers.
- Do you really want it?
- You betcha.
That's too bad.
Because I don't think
that you have what it takes.
Well...
I guess I won't waste
any more time, then.
You should tell me
to go right to the devil!
No matter how
many people tell you
you don't have what it takes,
if you honestly
believe that you do,
you stick with it.
Thank you.
All right, who's next?
I'm Ellie Woods.
Ellie.
Who's going to do
the scene with you?
How about you?
(CHUCKLES) Oh, no way.
I'm just here to
paint the scenery.
I'm Ellie's brother.
How nice. Brother and sister.
Is something wrong?
No, not at all.
Uh, choose a partner
and let's get started.
NICK: It's no pleasure
for me to be here, Karen.
But why is it whenever
you shove a Kn*fe in me,
you always manage
to drag Tina into it, too?
Oh, now you're worried
about your daughter.
Wonderful! Only tell me this,
where the hell have you
been for the last years
while I've been
raising her alone?
What do you want me
to do, stick pins in a map?
You know I've been promoting
these beauty pageants,
from Anchorage to Key West.
Hey, remember me? Nicky!
Where the alimony and
the child support comes from.
Well, that's no excuse for
dropping in on your daughter
only when you happen
to be in the neighborhood.
Oh, and let's talk about all
those cute little beauty queens
you played around with.
Wait a minute. Hold the phone.
That has always been a
no-win argument between us.
No sir, the problem
now is this contest.
Tina being in the
competition just won't work.
- Can't you see that?
- No, light a match.
Come on, the producer
of the show is the father
of one of the contestants.
Can't you see what a stink
that would make if that got out?
Well, since nobody
knows she's your daughter,
I see no problem.
Come on, you can't keep
a thing like that a secret.
Why not? You did for years.
You really want to put
me away, don't you?
No, all I want from you is to
remember that your daughter
has a chance of
winning $ , in cash,
a new car, a fabulous wardrobe.
All the things you could
never give her, Nick.
You want me to fix
it so she can win?
Well, you've done it before.
And you're good at it.
And besides, you
owe it to her, Nick.
I can't have lunch with
all of them, Mr. Roarke.
I can handle Ellie and Billy,
but not their mother, too.
You will like Mrs. Woods
very much, I assure you.
She's a lovely lady.
And it's a compliment to you
they invited you to join them.
They invited a movie
star to join them, not me.
Well, I know it's difficult,
but you've been doing
just fine, Miss Sommers.
Surely you can keep
it up for another hour.
They're such wonderful kids.
They're all I could
have hoped for.
Well, then, go and spend
some time with them
while you can.
FRAN: Come on, Bill,
hurry up, I'm starving.
Okay, um... I'll just
have a cheeseburger.
Oh, that's original.
I was sure you were gonna order
a peanut butter and
banana sandwich.
How did you know
that was my favorite?
Oh, well, that's
everybody's favorite,
at one time or another.
It's terrific that you
could come and teach
this workshop, Miss Sommers.
You must be so busy with
your career and everything.
Please, call me Marion.
And I was delighted when
Mr. Roarke invited me.
So what do you think,
Marion, is my little girl
gonna be a star?
Oh, Mom!
From what I've seen,
Mary Ellen seems
to have the talent.
My name's not Mary Ellen.
It's just plain old Ellen.
Oh... I'm sorry.
I don't know what
made me call you that.
I had a roommate in
college named Mary Ellen.
I think you remind me of her.
ELLIE: Was she an actress, too?
No.
Let's talk about you.
I want to know all
about you, Ellie, and Bill.
I've wanted to be an
actress my whole life.
It's all I can ever
remember wanting to do.
I'm convinced there's
showbiz in my blood.
Mom and Dad think I'm nuts.
Marion, if you don't
mind, may I watch
your session tomorrow?
Of course.
Oh, Mom.
"Oh, Mom."
(LAUGHTER)
(SMOOTH JAZZ PLAYING)
(APPLAUSE)
Ladies and gentlemen,
the judges are now
casting their ballots
that will determine
which six young ladies
will return in tomorrow
night's final competition
for the title of
Fantasy Island Girl.
Until this moment,
madam, I never realized
how difficult it
is to differentiate
between a number
of heavenly bodies
all measuring - - .
Thank you.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I
have your attention once more?
Thank you.
In a moment,
Mr. Gleason will announce
the names of the
six lucky finalists.
In the meanwhile, I think
all our charming contestants
deserve to know how
much we appreciate
their participation,
don't you think?
(APPLAUSE)
Your daughter seems like
a very nice girl, Mr. Gleason.
What are you talking about?
I'm talking about Tina...
And your reputation if
the rest of the world is
let in on your little secret.
Follow?
What do you want?
Just make sure I'm
one of the lucky six.
Here it is, Nick.
Ladies and gentlemen,
the moment we've
all been waiting for.
The six finalists of the
Fantasy Island beauty pageant.
Ladies, as I call your names,
please step forward.
Miss Carol Henderson.
(APPLAUSE)
Miss Lori Wallace.
(APPLAUSE)
Miss Norma Adams.
(APPLAUSE)
Miss Susan Marks.
(APPLAUSE)
Miss Tina Evans.
(APPLAUSE)
Miss Angelica Baker.
(APPLAUSE)
You're a smart man.
Not really. Your
name was on the list.
So much for the
preliminaries, Nicky.
Now, I'm the
Fantasy Island Girl,
or you and your daughter
make the : news.
Get the picture?
You know, sometimes
it's difficult for young actors
to play something dramatic
because they don't have much
in their lives to draw on.
They haven't lived very
long, and for the most part,
their lives have been happy.
Well, I guess I could
draw on my feelings
when I got stood up on a date.
(MARION CHUCKLES)
I guess that's not much, is it?
Or... No, forget it.
What is it?
Well, Bill and I were abandoned.
I could draw on that
if I could remember it.
You and Bill were abandoned?
Yeah. I wasn't even a
year old, and Bill was four.
He says he remembers a lot,
but I don't remember anything.
I don't even remember
being adopted.
What would you do
now if your natural mother
walked into your life?
I'd think I'd seen a ghost.
She d*ed a couple of years
after she put us up for adoption.
d*ed?
Yeah, she had a heart att*ck.
It's terrible to say, but
it didn't make any
difference to me.
-And Bill? -I'm not sure.
I think he always expects
people to run out on him.
He's never even
had a girlfriend.
Working overtime, huh?
-Oh... -Oh, I'm sorry, Marion.
I didn't mean to take
up so much of your time.
Your mother is waiting
for you, Miss Ellie.
- Oh, thank you.
- Ellie, wait a moment.
I want you to have this.
A very famous
director gave this to me
when I first started my career,
and it brought me luck.
I can't take that.
I insist. (CHUCKLES)
Thank you.
I'll take the best care of it.
I'll walk you back,
if you like, miss.
That was a very generous
gesture, Miss Sommers.
Oh, it's the least I can
do for my own daughter
after all these years.
I must caution you again
about becoming too involved
in Ellie's and Bill's life.
You're a little
late, Mr. Roarke.
MR. ROARKE: Well,
ladies, I hope you enjoyed
our little tour of
Fantasy Island.
(GIRLS ALL ASSENT)
It's not possible, of course,
to show you everything
in one morning,
but when the pageant is over,
Lawrence will arrange
complete tours for all of you.
-All right? -GIRL: Oh, good.
Will you excuse me?
Mr. Roarke, may I
see you for a moment?
Of course, Mr. Gleason.
All right, girls, everybody
into rehearsal clothes.
You can rest later.
- (GIRLS GRUMBLING)
- Oh, not again.
GIRL: I'm tired.
I think I have a big problem.
I don't think the males of
the world would agree, sir,
if you'll pardon
the observation.
Probably not, but this involves
my daughter being in the contest.
Another contestant,
Angelica Baker,
she knows that
Tina's my daughter.
And she threatens to tell
all unless she's the winner.
Right. To the
press, to the world.
And with my background,
they'll have a field day.
It seems you'll have to
make a choice, Mr. Gleason.
A very difficult choice.
Yes. Yes, I do.
What do you think
he's going to do, sir?
(SIGHS) I'm not sure, Lawrence.
But under the circumstances,
it's quite possible
he is going to break
his daughter's heart.
FRAN: "Marion, Marion."
All I ever hear
anymore is "Marion."
Well, you have to admit
it's pretty incredible.
Her giving me this
ring and everything.
Yeah, you know,
Marion isn't anything
like I thought she'd be.
How did you think she'd be?
Well, I don't know.
She must make a
million dollars a movie.
Usually you don't think
of someone like that
taking a real interest in you.
She even asked me
about my natural mother.
How did she know
you were adopted?
I told her. You
know, she even said
if we're ever in California
we can come and visit her.
Why don't you two amuse
yourselves for a while.
I'll be back.
Mr. Roarke, I only came
here for one reason.
Mr. Roarke, something very
strange is going on around here.
It was one thing for
Marion Sommers to guess
that Bill is crazy for peanut
butter and banana sandwiches,
but she called
Ellie "Mary Ellen."
And even Ellen doesn't
know that that's the name
that appears on her
original birth certificate.
And the mother's name on
that birth certificate is "Marion."
Now, sometimes actresses do
change their last names, don't they?
Yes, they do.
Well, I want to know who
Marion Sommers really is.
Mrs. Woods, it appears to
me that you already know.
Marion Sommers is Ellie's
and Bill's natural mother.
How could you?
- Now, please try to understand.
- No!
- How could you!
- Mrs. Woods, please, please.
In arranging Miss
Sommers' fantasy,
my agreement with her was
that she merely
meet the children.
That's all.
And under no circumstances
would she ever reveal
her true identity to them.
LAWRENCE: Miss Sommers, sir.
Marion, I know who you are,
and I'm warning you, you say
one word to Ellie and Bill, and I'll...
And you'll what?
I'm grateful to you, Fran.
You've done a
magnificent job with them.
But now it's my turn.
Your turn?
How dare you?
Miss Sommers,
need I remind you
of our agreement?
I'm sorry, Mr. Roarke.
I'm not leaving Fantasy
Island without my children.
And I won't let anybody
stand in my way.
- TINA: Ouch!
- Oh, I'm sorry, darling.
You know, if your
waist gets any smaller,
you're gonna need a
whole new wardrobe!
Let's see.
Well, our daughter looks
pretty gorgeous, doesn't she?
A real beauty.
Thanks, Dad.
And that's why it's not easy
for me to say what
I came here to say.
What is it, Nick?
It's the contest.
Something went wrong.
I'm sorry, Tina,
but you're gonna have
to pull out of the pageant.
Why?
She could win this whole
thing and you want her out?
Look, at first I thought
I could keep it quiet
about her being my daughter,
but now it's too late.
Somebody's going
to blow the whistle.
Then you quit.
Why should Tina give up
the biggest chance of her life
because you're
afraid of a scandal?
Because this is the
biggest chance of my life
and possibly the last.
Tina, darling,
you're still young.
You're going to have
lots of other chances.
But if I lose this one,
I will never, ever come back.
Do you understand?
Yes.
Perfectly.
Oh, nice going, Nick.
Losing the contest after
getting a fair sh*t at it,
she could handle that.
What bothers me is
can she handle a father
who thinks like you?
MR. ROARKE: Miss Sommers,
you promised me you wouldn't do
what you obviously
intended all along to do.
I swear to you,
I thought I would be content
just seeing the children.
But having seen them,
and having had a taste
of what it would be like
to have them with me,
I must have them back.
You do know that Mrs.
Woods has asked me
to arrange their
departure for this morning.
I can't let them go.
I won't let them go.
Mr. Roarke, I've
packed for all of us.
When can we leave.
Lawrence?
The sea plane
departs tomorrow, sir.
That's good. Will you excuse me?
I am not some
despicable creature
with whom Ellie and
Bill will not be safe.
I am their mother.
The hell you are.
Oh, you bore them,
but I'm their mother.
I raised them, took care
of them, and loved them.
I love them too.
And you told them I was dead.
It was only to make
it easier for them.
Do you have any
idea what it's like
for a child to feel abandoned?
Bill was a disturbed little boy.
I knew he'd never get
well unless I ended all hope
that you'd ever
come back to him.
But I have come back.
And I can explain.
(SIGHS)
Marion...
It's taken me years
to gain Bill's trust.
And if you destroy
his faith in me now,
I don't believe that he'll
ever trust anyone again.
He's happy now and safe.
Do you want to shatter all that?
Are you asking me to
deny my own children?
I'm asking you to be merciful.
You have the power
to leave Ellie and
Bill's lives intact
or to rip them apart.
And you already did that once.
I won't give them up again.
I won't.
NICK: Tina, if you have no
use for me, I don't blame you.
It's okay.
I have enough love
for the both of us.
You sure have a hell
of a way of showing it.
Well, sometimes
it isn't that easy
to show somebody you love them.
Then let me tell you
how you don't do it.
You don't do it by telephone.
You don't do it by calling
up on birthdays to say,
"Sorry kid, but I'm too busy
"to help you blow out
the candles on your cake."
You just don't do that.
I know. You're right.
I've made a lot of mistakes.
I've always been
fighting for survival,
trying to make a buck
instead of thinking about
how you were being raised.
And I'm sorry.
But, Tina, I can
change all that now.
Daddy, it's too late.
No, it isn't.
If I make a success
of this pageant,
I'll gain respect.
I'll have a chance
to do bigger shows
and make lots more money.
And I want to
share that with you.
Tina, I want to become
the kind of father
I always should have been.
Oh, please.
Talk is cheap.
I am trying to tell
you that I've changed.
I'll do anything in
the world for you.
Tell me, what do
you want me to do?
I don't know.
I only know that words
are not enough anymore.
Is everything all
right, Mr. Gleason?
-No, Mr. Roarke, it isn't. -Oh?
Did you tell your daughter to
withdraw from the pageant?
But I've changed
my mind about that.
Oh?
Now I'm going to show her
how much I really love her.
Doesn't she already know that?
No.
But she will.
After I make sure she wins
the Fantasy Island Girl title.
Now, smell the worst
thing you ever smelled.
(KIDS SNIFFING)
(LAUGHTER)
Well, I can see we're not
going to get too far with that one.
Now I want you all to
work on your scenes.
Did you invite her yet?
No, I was waiting for you.
I hope she says yes.
Come on.
Marion, we're having
a party tonight, and...
Well, actually, our mother
is having a party for the kids,
and we'd really
like to you come.
(SIGHS)
Thank you, Bill, Ellie, but...
I've made another
commitment I have to keep.
Oh, please?
All the kids are
just crazy about you,
and we want to thank you for
the workshop and everything.
I'm sorry.
I really am.
Mom, please talk to Marion
and make her go to the party.
I can't do that.
But maybe she doesn't know
how much it would mean to us.
How much would it mean to you?
A lot.
I know it sounds silly 'cause
we practically just met her,
but there's something about her.
Well, you know I don't like
everyone I meet right away,
but she's different.
She's special.
All right.
I'll see what I can do.
Thanks.
When you get to know
her, you're going to love her
as much as we do.
(SMOOTH JAZZ PLAYING)
Ladies and gentlemen,
we will now have
a short intermission
while my assistant
tallies the judges' vote.
(APPLAUSE)
(SMOOTH JAZZ PLAYING)
Well, Miss Evans, you
must be very thrilled.
Let me be the first
to congratulate you.
For what, Mr. Roarke?
Um...
For winning the Fantasy
Island Girl contest, of course.
I'm sorry, I don't understand.
The judges are still voting.
Oh, just a formality.
I'm surprised your father
hasn't already told you
that he's putting in
the fix, as they say.
What are you talking about?
Well, it's really quite simple.
After collecting the
individual judge's ballots
and tabulating the vote,
only your father
and his assistant
will know the combined score.
And no matter who
gets the most votes,
your father will simply read
your name as the winner.
(GASPS) Oh, no, Mr. Roarke,
I'm afraid you've
got it all wrong.
My father would never
do anything like that for me.
Oh, yes, he would.
It seems he's
apparently obsessed
with doing something
tangible to prove he loves you.
Unfortunately, when
the truth comes out,
and it always
does, he'll be ruined.
However, knowing how
you feel about your father,
that is of no
concern to you, is it?
No.
Well, again, my congratulations.
This ought to make
you a proud papa, Nick.
Look how good Tina did.
Not good enough.
Give her time. The
kid is a class act.
She'll have her day.
Her day is now.
Now, listen, I don't
want you to act surprised
when I get to the winner
and announce Tina's name.
Nick.
Now, you go along with
the play, you understand?
But I thought this was
on the up and up for once.
So did I.
But I don't want to lose her.
Ladies and gentlemen,
the big moment has arrived.
(FANFARE PLAYS)
NICK: First the runners
up and then the big winner.
The third runner up in the Fantasy
Island Girl beauty pageant is...
Miss Carol Henderson.
(APPLAUSE, MUSIC PLAYS)
The second runner
up, Lori Wallace.
(APPLAUSE, MUSIC PLAYS)
And the first runner up is...
Wait.
-No... -Thank you, Daddy,
but you don't have to
prove anything to me.
Ladies and gentlemen,
for personal reasons,
I'm going to withdraw
as a contestant.
Thank you for all your support.
And to whomever
wins, congratulations.
It's all right, Daddy.
If you hurry, I think
you can catch up
with your daughter, Mr. Gleason.
Thank you.
Ladies and gentlemen, we
haven't finished our business yet.
Ah, there seems to be a
tie for the first runner up.
Miss Tina Evans is tied
with Miss Angelica Baker.
(APPLAUSE, MUSIC PLAYS)
And the winner,
the Fantasy Island Girl is...
Miss Norma Adams.
(APPLAUSE, MUSIC PLAYS)
Tina.
I love you.
I love you too... Daddy.
(POP MUSIC PLAYING)
They're wonderful kids, Fran.
I know.
And they think the world of you.
Do you think they still will
after I tell them the truth?
Would it surprise you if I told
that you that I'm not surprised?
Are you saying that you knew
all along that I would tell them?
Since it's inevitable,
I decided the sooner
we got it over with,
the better for
everybody concerned.
You're willing to give them up?
Give them up?
Is that what you think?
Well, yes, if you have the
children's best interest at heart.
I can do so much for them.
I'll put them up against
your money any time.
All right, kids,
refreshments on the patio.
Hi, Marion.
We are so glad you could come.
I had to.
This is a special occasion,
and I have something
very special to tell you both.
Well, what is it?
You're promoting me
from lugging scenery
to working the lights, right?
Now, this may come
as a bit of a shock.
Well, let me put it this way.
What if I were to
tell you that you both
are about to receive
an inheritance?
You mean like the place in the
country Grandma left to Mom?
Well, this would be even
more involved than that.
With this inheritance, you
could buy anything you want.
Would you like that?
Like it? Yeah, who wouldn't?
ELLIE: It's super.
But... Who d*ed?
Nobody d*ed.
Wait, how will we
inherit something
from somebody who didn't die?
Oh, you were told that
she d*ed, but she didn't.
I'm talking about...
Your mother.
My mom?
The woman who
gave birth to you...
Who loved you deeply...
Whose heart was broken
when she had to give you away.
What are you saying?
My real mother is dead.
No, she isn't.
It's me.
You?
Yes, Ellie,
I'm your mother.
Your real mother.
But...
But you told us...
I'm sorry.
At the time, I thought it was...
It was best.
Then it's true.
Yes.
Marion is your natural mother.
Ellie...
I want you and Bill to
come home with me.
You're my children.
I want you back.
Why are you doing this?
Now, after all this time?
I want a chance to make up
for all those years I was away.
I can give you so much.
Let me show you how
happy I can make you both.
Give me that chance.
Ever since I met you,
I felt that there was
something about you.
-Something... -Oh, Bill.
But...
You can't just drop
in here out of the blue
and offer us the world and think
that's going to change everything.
Bill, I'm your real mother.
No, you're not.
We have a real mother.
Good evening, Miss Sommers.
No, it's not a good
evening I'm afraid.
The children chose Mrs. Woods.
It's all over.
Not quite all over, perhaps.
Marion, there's a lot
of things that happened
that kids don't
know the reason for.
And sometimes, even if
they do know the reason,
it doesn't make any difference
because it's what
you feel that counts.
What Bill is trying to say is
we want you to be our friend.
We'd like that very much.
So would I.
You see, Marion,
nobody loses after all.
We all win.
Well, so long, Dad.
So long, sweet girl.
Remember we have
a date next week.
Okay.
-Bye. -Bye.
Well, Mr. Gleason, you got
your fantasy after all, huh?
Yeah.
Yes, sir, an honest and
hugely successful show.
And something that makes
it a lot more worthwhile,
helping me get close
to my daughter again.
Thank you, Mr. Roarke.
You're very
welcome, Mr. Gleason.
-Lawrence. -Sir.
You're sure you'll be able to
make it for the school play?
I wouldn't miss
it for the world.
Oh.
Oh, be good to your mother.
Your other mother.
Your smile could light up all
of Broadway, Miss Sommers.
I owe it all to you, Mr. Roarke.
Even though I didn't
follow the script.
Oh, Lawrence, I'm sorry,
but you never gave me
the name of your
niece in London,
so I made the
autograph out to you.
I hope it's all right.
Very much all right,
Miss Sommers.
And thank you.
Thank you, Mr. Roarke,
and goodbye.
Goodbye, goodbye, Miss Sommers.
Goodbye.
Uh, Lawrence?
- Lawrence?
- I was just thinking, sir,
what a wonderful place this is.
Miss Sommers
came for her fantasy,
and I got one into
the bargain as well.
Too bad about the autograph
for your niece though, huh?
What niece, sir?