[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]
[AIRPLANE ENGINE REVS]
[BELL TOLLS]
The plane! The plane!
[GIRLS GIGGLING]
- Good morning, boss.
- ROARKE: Good morning, Tattoo.
ROARKE: Let's go.
Smiles, everyone. Smiles.
[BAND PLAYS]
ROARKE: Ah, Mr. Jerome
Pepper, a shoe salesman
at Latham's Department Store
in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
For seven years, he's
been hopelessly in love
with a young lady who works
in the kitchenware department.
But he has never
summoned the courage
to tell her of his feelings.
Or even ask her for a date.
So, his fantasy is for her
to fall in love with him?
ROARKE: Oh, no, no, no.
All he asks is
that just for once,
the girl of his dreams
should notice him.
TATTOO: He sounds
like a very timid man.
ROARKE: Indeed.
He is a naturally shy,
even self-effacing person.
And the girl he loves happens
to be Miss Thalia Latham.
That's right, his
boss' daughter.
I get it.
He feels like he's trying
to reach for the moon.
ROARKE: And perhaps
he's right, Tattoo.
We shall see.
TATTOO: Boss, I know
you can do almost everything,
but if every one of those
girls have a fantasy...
You and I will be very
busy, wouldn't we?
- I wouldn't mind. [CHUCKLES]
- Oh, I know. I know.
But unfortunately
for both of us,
none of these young ladies
has asked for a fantasy.
TATTOO: So, what
are they doing here?
ROARKE: Because I
have a very dear friend
who's something of an artist.
He has always admired the work
of the great French
painter Toulouse-Lautrec.
[GASPS] Oh, boss, Lautrec
is my favorite painter, too.
Really?
Well, then you will
understand why I invited
the Traditional Dance
Company of Paris
to rehearse on Fantasy Island.
You mean your
friend wants to draw
the dancers just like
Toulouse-Lautrec did
-at Moulin Rouge? -Precisely.
Boss, do you think
your friend would mind
if I watch him, uh, get
his fantasy come true?
Ah, Tattoo, unfortunately
that is quite impossible.
I thought I'd just ask.
It is impossible because
you cannot watch
yourself sketch.
Yes, it's your fantasy, Tattoo.
My gift to you. Happy
birthday, mon cher ami.
Boss, my very own fantasy?
ROARKE: That's right.
Uh, you know, I would think
that, uh, for just this once
you should have a
drink. A small drink.
Oh, oh, oh. Over
there. Over there.
And perhaps you can
make someone else's fantasy
come true, my little friend.
[GIRLS GIGGLE]
My dear guests, I am
Mr. Roarke, your host.
Welcome to Fantasy Island.
[CLASSICAL MUSIC]
Debbie. Debbie,
come on over here.
Ah, that's it.
Back here against the
railing, next to Bobbie.
Okay girls, you ready?
[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]
I heard the company
needed a facility
to work out new routines
for the forthcoming world tour.
So I contacted the
general manager,
Mr. Alfred Gerrard, and,
uh, invited him to come here.
Mr. Roarke. Hi,
I'm Mark Ellison.
Ah, the director.
How do you do, sir?
And you must be
Tattoo, the artist.
Mr. Gerrard told me
you are to be given
- the run of the house.
- If you don't mind.
Oh, not at all.
- Make yourselves at home.
- Thank you, sir.
MARK: Okay, girls. [CLAPS]
Let's get ready
for dress rehearsal.
As you can see, Mr. Ellison
has a great deal of work to do,
so make sure you do not
add to his problems, huh?
He won't even notice me.
Boss, I don't take
that much room.
-Boss... -Yes.
Thank you very much.
ROARKE: Mr. Pepper,
I am driving you out
to the stables because this
is the most important race
of Miss Latham's life.
Here we are, Mr. Pepper.
Oh, I'm sure that racehorses
are fascinating animals,
Mr. Roarke, but I don't see what
they have to do with my fantasy.
Oh, a great deal, Mr. Pepper.
Miss Latham has brought
one of her father's horses here
to train him for the racetrack.
-She has? -Yes.
Well, it's only natural that
a person of her background
should be, well, involved in
the sport of kings, you know.
She has a royal bearing,
- um, a regal beauty...
- [HORSE NEIGHS]
poise, dignity, elegance.
Oh, she's only
working in kitchenware
because her father wants
her to learn the business
- from the ground floor up, you know.
- Obviously, Mr. Pepper. Yes.
Oh, there she is now.
[HORSES NEIGH]
Um, uh, Miss Latham.
[GASPS] Mr. Roarke,
how nice to see you.
Thank you.
Why, Jerome Pepper.
From ladies' shoes.
[STAMMERS] What a surprise.
Uh, I'm very surprised,
likewise, um, to see you here.
As well. I mean, uh, well,
I'm happy and delighted,
if you don't find
that offensive.
[HORSE NEIGHING]
Excuse me, gentlemen.
Well, she noticed
you, Mr. Pepper,
and recognized
you at first glance.
No, she acknowledged
my presence.
I mean, that you do that much
to a fly you find in
your soup, I mean,
- "Hello, fly." "Hello, Jerome."
- Oh, come now,
I'm sure no slight was meant.
Oh, no, it's just
that she's having
serious problems with
her horse Pomona Prince.
Pomona Prince?
- [PRINCE NEIGHING]
- THALIA: Prince, whoa.
- Easy, boy. Easy, easy, Prince.
- [THUDDING]
- Whoa. Whoa, Prince.
- Very serious problems.
THALIA: Whoa, Prince.
-Easy, easy. -[MAN GROANS]
- [AGITATED NEIGHING]
- THALIA: Prince, settle down.
Easy, easy. Whoa.
- [HOOVES STOMP]
- [PRINCE NEIGHING]
-[SIGHS] -THALIA: Whoa.
[AMELIA LAUGHING]
-THALIA: Easy, boy. -[LAUGHS]
Oh, Mr. Roarke, that poor girl
might just as well pack
up and go home right now.
Why, she knows as much
about horse flesh as...
As her father knows
about running a department
store. [CHUCKLES]
- Mrs. Amelia Selby, owner...
- [THALIA CHATTERING]
of the Kentucky Derby
winner Satin Duke
and Selby's Department
Store, Philadelphia.
Selby's? That's
Latham's only rival.
We're more competitive
than Macy's and Gimbels.
Uh, Mrs. Selby has challenged
Mr. Latham's horse
to a match race.
One-hundred thousand
dollars is at stake.
It's like stealing money
from a blind man.
- [PRINCE NEIGHS]
- THALIA: Easy. Easy.
Whoa. Whoa, boy, easy.
This is crazy.
And Miss Latham
could be hurt very badly.
I'm afraid she has
only herself to blame.
You see, her father didn't
want to accept the bet.
No?
And he was going
to sell the animal,
but his daughter begged
for a chance to prove
that she could get
him to race and win.
Unfortunately, Pomona Prince
has put four stable
hands in the hospital.
- So far.
- I feel so... so useless.
I wish I could do
something somehow.
Oh, but I assure you, you can.
And you will.
Mr. Pepper, you are going
to tame Pomona Prince.
You're going to make him
as gentle and
obedient as a lamb.
That certainly should make
Miss Latham notice you,
don't you think?
PEPPER: But you
got to be joking!
I'm a... I'm a shoe
salesman, not a bronco buster.
Of that I am well aware.
Mr. Pepper, therefore
I've arranged for you
to have the assistance
of the ultimate expert.
Professor Oates.
-Professor Oates? -Himself.
Professor?
Mr. Jerome Pepper, may I
present Professor Oates?
[PROFESSOR NICKERS]
But he's a horse.
The Professor is a
remarkable animal,
Mr. Pepper.
Sensitive, highly intelligent
and extremely adept
at analyzing and
controlling other animals.
He can literally alter
their personalities.
Oh, now hold on, Mr. Roarke.
Are you telling me
that, uh, Professor Oates
is some kind of, um,
horse psychiatrist?
Well, no. No, not exactly.
But I promise you Pomona Prince
will be putty in his hooves.
[ICE CREAM TRUCK APPROACHING]
[MELODIC CHIMES PLAYING]
The Professor's
order, Mr. Roarke.
Oh, thank you.
Thank you very much.
He is partial to tutti-frutti.
-Oh. -Right, Professor?
[NEIGHING]
What do you mean,
not enough topping?
He's getting a little
spoiled, Mr. Pepper.
Would you like me to put him
through some of his paces?
Why not? [SCOFFS]
Would you mind holding this...
-Uh. -...Mr. Pepper?
And stand over there,
please. Thank you.
Now, Professor, would you
mind, uh, telling Mr. Pepper
how old are you?
One, two, three, four, five.
You see?
Uh, now, will you do a
camel stretch for Mr. Pepper?
Uh, kneel and say
your prayers, Professor.
Well, I think, you deserve
a little nap now, Professor.
That's fantastic.
[STAMMERS] It's unreal.
[NEIGHING]
Uh, there's no
doubt that this animal
is a very brilliant horse.
But, uh, do you think
he can really control
Pomona Prince with
a bunch of tricks?
Just leave everything
to the Professor.
Right, Professor, huh?
You see?
[GIRLS SHRIEKING]
[CAN-CAN MUSIC PLAYING]
[WHOOPING]
[WHOOPING]
- [MUSIC CONTINUES]
- [FEET STOMPING]
[WHOOPING CONTINUES]
[GIRLS CHEER]
[GIRLS WHOOP]
[GIRLS WHOOP]
MARK: Okay. That's
it for today, girls.
Full rehearsal at
: in the morning.
Oh, and girls...
very nice, by the way.
[GIRLS SHRIEK]
- [FOOTSTEPS RECEDING]
- [GIRLS CHUCKLE]
-[NICKERING] -Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, Prince. Whoa, whoa.
-Whoa, Prince. -[NEIGHS]
He'll settle down in time for
the race, Daddy. You'll see.
He just has to have
time to get acclimatized.
Seems to me, my dear,
he's already made
himself perfectly at home.
- As his usual plain ornery self.
- [PRINCE NEIGHING]
Uh, good afternoon, Miss Latham.
Mr. Latham, sir.
Good day, Mr. Pepper.
Daddy, Mr. Pepper
is in ladies shoes.
At the store, sir.
Pepper...
Pepper. Ah, yes.
You're the one who
insisted my buyers
purchase that new
line of Italian wedgie.
Well, I felt very
badly about that, sir.
And I... I had no idea
they were all left-footed.
And I'd like to make
it up to you, sir,
by offering you the
services of this gifted animal.
Services? What services?
Uh, well, um, he's, uh...
Uh, like... like a teacher,
a kind of a coach.
Your horse teaches
other animals?
Yes. Uh, I think
he can help Pomona
Prince get a grip on himself
and win the match race.
Oh, well, he'll
show you himself.
I hope.
-Professor.
[CHUCKLES] -[NICKERS]
The trouble with Pomona
Prince is he's a quitter,
stops dead in his
tracks before the finish.
JEROME: Oh, don't worry.
The Professor will cure that.
[LOW NICKERS]
I don't believe it.
It's almost as if your horse
is showing Pomona Prince
where he wants him to run to.
JEROME: You're right,
sir, to the finish line.
[NEIGHING]
What's he doing?
Well, I... I swear he's
calling to Latham's horse.
[NEIGHING]
Jerome, you're a miracle worker!
Thank you, Thalia.
Miss Latham, it's...
-nice to be noticed.
[CHUCKLES] -[CHUCKLES]
Did you see what he did, Skelly?
That nag just turned
Pomona Prince
into a pussycat.
And that pussycat can
run like greased lightning.
What are you gonna
do about it, ma'am?
Not me, Skelly. You.
And I don't wanna know
what you have to do,
so long as we win.
[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]
Qui est là?
Who's there?
[MUSIC STOPS]
- [APPLAUDING]
- TATTOO: Bravo. Bravo.
Bravo. Bravo.
Don't stop, please.
You are wonderful.
- Who are you?
- My name is Tattoo.
-What's your name? -Solange.
Solange Latignon.
You startled me. I
thought I was alone.
You danced beautifully.
Are you with the troupe?
No. I'm not really a dancer.
Not yet.
But someday.
I look after the costumes.
After so much dancing,
you must be hungry.
I'm starved.
Well, it's time for dinner.
Will you do me
the honor? Please?
[KISSES]
SOLANGE: I want to
dance. I am a dancer.
Mr. Ellison promised
to audition me,
but he keeps putting it off.
You're a wonderful
dancer. I wonder why.
I'm not sure.
I know he likes me.
In which way?
As a director or... or as a man?
Sometimes the
way he looks at me,
I think...
Show me, please?
It's me.
But, Tattoo, you've
made me beautiful.
I draw what I see.
SOLANGE: I see the
Lautrec influence here...
but there's a more modern style,
an excitement all your own.
You should be in Paris
painting and selling.
You're wasting your talent here.
Nothing is wasted
on Fantasy Island.
You're very kind,
Solange. Thank you.
Oh, thank you.
I would like you to pose
for a formal portrait in oil.
Solange. There you are.
I've been looking for you.
How's the little artist?
Very well, thank you.
She's the perfect model.
Good.
She's also a very
valuable member
of our troupe.
- I have plans for her.
- TATTOO: I'm glad to hear that.
She's a wonderful dancer.
I'm sure,
but right now it's her
wonderful needlework
I'm in need of.
Solange, I hate
to break this up.
But all the new
costumes have arrived
and none of them fit.
[SIGHS] I'd better get to work.
Good night.
Thank you, my dear.
I'll be right along.
Lovely, isn't she?
[SPEAKING FRENCH]
And very young.
I'm waiting for
her to grow up...
like Gigi in the song.
Is that why you
won't let her dance?
Tattoo, I like you and I
want for us to be friends,
but I can't have you
putting ideas into her head.
Now, I will take care
of Solange's career
when she's ready.
In the meantime...
I think you should
stay away from her.
I think it's best
for both of you.
Good night.
AMELIA: Oh, Emmett.
What do you say
about doubling our bet?
Or have you lost all faith in
your daughter's judgment?
Two-hundred thousand?
-Mm-hm. -You're on.
- [CHUCKLES] Good.
- I'll take your money, Amelia,
the same way I take
away your customers.
Customers we don't want.
You should've accepted
my offer to buy you out.
There's not room for
both of us in Philadelphia.
I couldn't agree more.
Oh, Emmett,
once I set my
heart on something,
I usually keep after it.
See you around after Satin Duke
has made Pomona
Prince just a memory.
Hello, Mr. Pepper.
Why so forlorn?
Don't tell me Miss Latham
failed to notice you again?
Oh, no, no. She
noticed me, all right.
You know, for a moment, I thought
she was even glad to see me.
But then she backed
off. Like always.
I can't make her
out, Mr. Roarke.
And I'm beginning to
think I was a fool to hope
that a poised, sophisticated
department store heiress
like Thalia Latham
could ever be interested
in the likes of me.
- [CHUCKLES] What...
- THALIA: Mr. Pepper.
The Professor, he's gone.
He should be waiting
at the finish line
to make sure Pomona
Prince finishes the race.
What?
Uh, you have
precisely minutes
in which to find him,
then I must start
the race as agreed.
I'm sorry. You'll excuse me?
Mr. Pepper, we've
got to find him.
Come on.
ROARKE: Mademoiselle?
My name is Roarke. I
am a friend of Tattoo's.
- How do you do, sir?
- Very well, thank you.
Uh, Tattoo's
birthday is tomorrow.
I'm planning a surprise for him.
And, uh, I was hoping to
arrange a little party with your help.
He enjoys your
company very much.
- Did he tell you that?
- Oh, yes, yes.
I see.
You must be very
close, you and Tattoo.
He's a very dear
friend and a fine person.
I'd like his birthday to be a
very, very special occasion.
- I'll help in any way I can.
- Oh...
Well, here he comes now.
Uh, we'll talk later, huh?
And thank you.
- Bonjour, Solange.
- Hello, Tattoo.
Do you still want
me to pose for you?
Very much.
SOLANGE: I should be
finished here in a few minutes.
Let's meet at the waterfall.
TATTOO: What about Mr. Ellison?
I don't want you
to get in trouble.
I do my work.
How I spend my own time
is none of his business.
[CHUCKLES] I'll
see you soon then.
[FOOTSTEPS RECEDING]
Professor!
THALIA: Mr. Pepper.
You promised me
that the Professor
would be waiting
there at the finish line.
And when Pomona Prince
sees that he isn't there...
he'll probably quit and then...
No, no, no, please, please.
Well, they must've been delayed.
-[WHIMPERS] -I'm
sure we can find them
if we just remain
calm, Miss Latham.
-Uh, you're... -[SNIFFLES]
Well, you're too efficient
and capable a person
to carry on like this.
[SIGHS]
Jerome, I am not efficient
or capable. I'm useless.
Oh, sure, I bluff pretty good,
but daddy's never fooled.
That's why winning this
race was my last chance
to show him that I
could do something right.
Jerome. You've got to
help me, Jerome. I need you.
I need your strength
and your confidence.
You think I have
strength and confidence?
I've admired you
for seven years.
I've admired your intelligence,
your business sense,
the way you face up to problems.
But I was afraid to approach
you for fear that you might find out
I lack the qualities
that you have.
[SIGHS]
Oh, I'm sorry, Jerome. I
didn't mean to embarrass you.
- Please forgive me.
- Oh, Miss Latham. Thalia...
I've always wanted to
reach out to you, but...
I never felt worthy.
But now that we've
finally noticed each other,
I have to inform you that, uh,
I'll never let you go, and
for a very good reason.
I love you.
And I love you, too.
Oh, Jerome.
[GASPS] But we've
got to find the Professor!
Oh!
- Where could he be?
- Where could...
Oh, Mr. Roarke.
Oh, please help us.
How can we find the Professor
before Thalia has
to forfeit the race?
Oh, I'm so sorry. I
wish I could oblige.
Wait. Let me
think. Let me think.
He can't be far away.
There must be
some way to find him.
[ICE CREAM TRUCK MUSIC PLAYS]
- ROARKE: Oh, what a pity.
- [TIRES SCREECH]
The Professor's going
to miss his daily treat.
Tutti-frutti.
Tutti-frutti. Come on.
- Hey, wait, wait!
- [TIRES SCREECH]
Help! Somebody help.
[GRUNTS] Stop.
Wait. I've been h*jacked.
What are you doing?
Come back here.
ICE CREAM MAN: Help!
Stop! Stop!
Mr. Ellison, please. I
don't need an escort.
When are you gonna
start calling me Mark?
[SCOFFS] All right.
Goodbye, Mark.
Now wait a minute,
Solange. I want to talk to you.
Just for a couple
of minutes, okay?
I'm sorry, I have a date.
Oh?
- With who?
- That's none of your business.
And please stop
treating me like a child.
Solange, you're
absolutely right.
I have been overly protective
and the reason, I guess, is
that you're important to me.
Let me have a fresh
start. From now on,
I am gonna treat
you like a woman.
What do you say?
I'd like that.
Good.
MARK: There's just one thing.
It's an old,
coming-of-age tradition
to seal it with a kiss, hm?
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
It's nearly, uh, post time.
Yes, Mrs. Selby,
I'm quite aware.
This is your big day,
Prince, remember.
Your friend the Professor,
he'll be waiting for you
at the finish.
[PEOPLE CHATTER]
Uh, let us be certain you
both understand the rules.
Uh, the first leg of this race
will be cross-country,
over two miles.
The horses will
turn at the mile mark
and head for the finish line.
Well, one of them will, anyway.
Are you ready, gentlemen?
[CROWD CHEER]
THALIA: Jerome,
do you really think
we can find the
Professor like this?
Well, if he hears
us, he'll let us know.
Please hear us, Professor.
Professor, tutti-frutti.
Come on. Get your
tutti-frutti. Please.
JEROME: Professor, tutti-frutti.
Professor, come
and get your tutti-frutti.
[NEIGHS QUIETLY]
[CHIMING MUSIC CONTINUES]
Professor, please
come get your tutti-frutti.
I beg you.
[NEIGHING]
- [PROFESSOR NEIGHS]
- It's the Professor.
[PROFESSOR NEIGHING]
THALIA: Look!
[NEIGHING CONTINUES]
[MUFFLED SCREAMS]
We got roughly three minutes
to get him to the finish line
or Pomona Prince will
never be crowned king.
Oh, Professor.
EMMETT: Come on,
Prince. Come on, Prince baby.
- Oh, well. [CHUCKLES]
- MAN: Where's the other horse?
The race isn't over yet, Emmett.
[SCOFFS]
EMMETT: What's
he doing? He stopped.
He is looking for his friend,
Mr. Latham, the Professor.
[NEIGHS]
Oh, no.
- [ICE CREAM TRUCK APPROACHING]
- [CROWD CHATTERING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]
Here, Prince. Come on, boy.
Here's the Professor.
He's waiting for you.
- THALIA: Come on.
- JEROME: Here he is.
THALIA: Come on, Prince.
-[NEIGHING] -THALIA: Come on.
THALIA: Attaboy. There he is.
Come here. Come on, Prince.
Here's the Professor. Attaboy!
Go get him, Prince. Come on.
- Yeah, boy! Yeah, boy!
- Come on, Prince.
EMMETT: Come on, get
him. Come on, come on.
Go. Go. Go. Go.
[THALIA CHEERING]
THALIA: Attaboy!
-[NEIGHING] -THALIA: Yeah!
-[CROWD CHEERING] -Yeah!
[CHEERS]
[CROWD APPLAUD]
- Oh, Amelia, it's not that bad.
- [SOBBING]
It's only , .
Oh, it's not the money, Emmett.
You must understand, Mr. Latham.
Uh, Mrs. Selby has been
a widow for many years,
running a huge department
store on her own.
I know that.
She's been after my
store most of that time.
ROARKE: Not the
store, Mr. Latham.
That is not what she
has set her heart on.
[WHIMPERING]
Is that true, Amelia?
Oh, Emmett, you're the only
man I ever wanted for a partner.
But I wanted you to
respect me as a winner.
I do respect you.
I thought you saw me
only as a business rival.
-Oh, no. -You were right.
There isn't room
for both our department
stores in Philadelphia.
So how does Latham
and Selby sound?
How about Selby and Latham?
[BOTH LAUGH]
[CHUCKLES]
Tattoo, I've been
looking all over for you.
What are you doing here?
Oh, just working things out.
Boss, is it wrong to wish
that someone had never come
to Fantasy Island?
[SIGHS]
Are you referring to
Miss Solange Latignon?
Does she mean that
much to you, Tattoo?
Mm-hmm.
Is that wrong? I
mean, her and me?
Only you can
answer that, Tattoo.
As the poet Burns says,
"We can never see ourselves
as others see us." You see?
I don't think she
got me confused
with Robert Redford.
For once in my life I don't know
what to say to you, dear friend.
Today is your birthday,
I wanted to give you something
that would make you happy.
Instead, this fantasy,
I'm afraid, is...
[CLICKS TONGUE]
Oh, it's not your fault.
Well, I can't help
feeling badly, Tattoo,
and now... now I have to
make matters even worse.
The island council has called
a special meeting this evening.
I must attend.
You want me to cover for you?
Well, I hate to ask you
to work on your birthday.
Oh, that's all right, boss.
It will keep me occupied.
Thank you, Tattoo.
All right, let's say about,
um, eight o'clock, huh?
Okay, boss.
"For you.
Happy birthday, Tattoo."
[SNIFFLES, CLICKS TONGUE]
[BELL TOLLS]
ALL: Surprise!
[SINGING] Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, dear Tattoo
Happy birthday to you
-All right. -[ALL CHEER]
Forgive my little
ruse, my friend,
but, uh, we wanted
to surprise you, right?
ALL: Yeah.
Now before we continue
with the festivities,
there is someone
I want you to meet.
Come this way, will you?
Uh, Tattoo, this is
Mr. Alfred Gerrard,
general manager of the
Traditional Dance Company
of Paris. He wants to
buy some of your sketches.
- My honor.
- It is my honor. I assure you.
And this...
This is really
extraordinary work.
Thank you.
And this young lady. Is
she one of our dancers?
Uh, no, sir.
[CHUCKLES] Not exactly.
But she's a better
dancer than I am a painter.
I would like to see her.
You are about to, Mr. Gerrard.
Many happy returns, Tattoo.
This is for you.
[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING]
[ALL APPLAUD]
Young lady, that was
an astounding display.
You have a rare
and natural talent.
- What's your name?
- Solange Latignon, monsieur.
Enchanté.
Mr. Ellison has, uh, had
his eye on Miss Latignon
for some time, I understand.
ALFRED: Oh, really?
Why didn't you
tell me this, Mark?
Well, actually, sir, I was
waiting for her to, um...
Honestly, sir I was
not aware of what I had.
ALFRED: I see.
Well, Miss Latignon,
we must discuss your future
over breakfast tomorrow morning.
-Right, Mark? -Yes, sir.
Excuse us.
Coming, Mark?
Tattoo, could we talk?
Sure. Excuse me, boss.
Tattoo...
I found this.
That's why you
didn't show up today.
You saw me with Mr. Ellison.
You don't have to say anything.
But I want to. He tricked me.
I was trying to get rid of
him so I could be with you.
Please believe that.
Solange, I believe you.
You know how much I
want... need to dance.
Well, it's your big chance now.
No. I'm not going on the tour.
I'd like to stay here with you.
Solange, I cannot
let you do that.
Give up your career for me.
Tattoo, I happen to think
you're more of a man
than anyone I know.
And with a paintbrush
in your hand,
you're a giant.
No one has ever made
me feel that way before.
[SIGHS]
- It's not going to work.
- Don't say that.
Solange, you're born to dance.
I cannot let you
waste such a gift.
You must dance for the world.
And when you
perform in a big city,
I'll be dancing beside you.
Not this me.
But the me inside.
He's a terrific dancer.
Oh, Tattoo.
Mademoiselle, Tattoo,
I hope I'm not intruding.
- Not at all, boss.
- Uh, Miss Latignon tells me
you wish to paint her
portrait, Tattoo, in oil.
Uh, you mean now?
Well, she's leaving
tomorrow, am I correct?
[SIGHS]
Well, then, Toulouse-Lautrec
often worked
throughout the night.
And I can't think of a
lovelier setting, Tattoo.
Eh, would you mind
coming here, Miss Latignon?
Thank you. Let me see.
Yes.
Yes, I think that's very,
very nice. Huh, Tattoo?
Well, Tattoo, what do you think?
Toulouse-Lautrec,
eat your heart out.
[BOTH LAUGH]
Thank you, darling.
[CHUCKLES] Mr. Roarke.
Uh, what can I possibly
say, Mr. Roarke?
You have a rare talent for
turning losers into winners.
Well, Mr. Frank Sinatra says,
"All of us can be winners."
To think that Jerome and I
wasted seven precious years
afraid to talk to each other.
Emmett and I wasted
a lot more than that.
All the more to make up
for, Amelia, with our merger.
[CHUCKLES] Oh.
It just goes to show,
never fear to speak
what's in your heart.
That is the only way
that lonely people can
truly find each other.
[AMELIA CHUCKLES]
-Bye, Mr. Latham, Selby. -Bye.
- Miss Latham, Mr. Pepper.
- JEROME: See you.
Thank you, Tattoo.
Mr. Roarke, I feel like a thief.
You gave Tattoo a
fantasy. And I took it over,
used it to make my
dream come true.
You did not take
it, Miss Latignon.
Tattoo gave it.
A fantasy is always better
when you can share
it with someone.
Tattoo, please, don't forget me.
Never.
Adieu, Solange.
Perhaps one day she
will return to the island.
Maybe not, but she
will never leave me.
Thank you, boss.
You gave me a fantasy
I can keep my whole life.
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