[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]
[BELL TOLLING]
The plane! The plane!
[GIRLS GIGGLING]
- Good morning, boss.
- Good morning, Tattoo.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Smiles, everyone. Smiles.
[BAND PLAYS]
TATTOO: Boss,
she's a pretty lady.
- ROARKE: Yes.
- TATTOO: Who is she?
ROARKE: Ms. Sheila
Godfrey from Branston's Forge.
TATTOO: Where is that?
A small town in Montana, Tattoo.
She longs to become an
accomplished equestrian.
TATTOO: You mean she came
all the way to Fantasy Island
-to ride horses? -ROARKE: Yes.
Couldn't she do that in Montana?
ROARKE: Oh, yeah,
she could, Tattoo.
However, her fantasy is
to be the most celebrated
horsewoman who ever lived.
That's a tall order, boss.
ROARKE: Indeed it is,
Tattoo, but we will grant
Ms. Godfrey her fantasy.
Though it most probably
will not turn out exactly
as she envisions it.
TATTOO: Boss, who
was the most celebrated
horsewoman in history?
Well, isn't that
obvious, Tattoo?
Lady Godiva, of course.
ROARKE: Well, Tattoo,
aren't you going to guess
the young gentleman's
occupation?
Boss, it's difficult.
I don't know.
Well, maybe that's because
our guest doesn't know himself.
He is Mr. Steve Pryor and he
was a law student until recently.
Mr. Pryor was disenchanted
with law school and he dropped out
after his second year.
He earned his tuition by
working as a night watchman
for a security agency
and I think that's where he
got the idea for his fantasy.
- Let me guess, boss.
- ROARKE: All right.
He wants to be a policeman.
No.
-A detective. -A detective.
Very good, Tattoo.
Very good, indeed.
But not just a detective.
Oh. Young Mr. Pryor's fantasy
is to be a hard-boiled
detective of the old school.
No modern technology for him.
He dreams of walking down
dark alleys like the tough guys
in old movies of the ' s.
But boss, in real life, it
could be very dangerous.
Very dangerous, Tattoo.
My dear guests, I am
Mr. Roarke, your host.
Welcome to Fantasy Island.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
What a beautiful animal.
Thank you, Miss Godfrey.
You know, when I was
a kid, we used to live
above a feed store. I was
always sick, Mr. Roarke
and I guess my parents
were overly protective
because I was confined to
the house most of the time.
Yes, I know.
And day after day, you
would watch from your window
the men from the ranches
riding beautiful horses
and the children with
their clever ponies.
Your research is,
uh, very thorough.
ROARKE: Most
thorough, Ms. Godfrey.
Your fantasy is to be the
most celebrated horsewoman
of all time.
Now, I was hoping you
would reconsider the wording.
It imposes certain restrictions.
I'm sorry, I don't
wanna be difficult.
But I've saved up
a long time for this.
I'm determined to go
all the way, Mr. Roarke.
Very well, Ms. Godfrey.
In that case, I will lend you
my prized stallion, Lancelot,
so you may ride forth
into your adventure.
You mean it?
Just ride down that
trail and he will carry you
into your fantasy.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
He knows the way.
Just let him have his head
as I am letting you have yours.
[CLICKS TONGUE]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Giddy-up, Lancelot. Giddy-up!
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Hey, what happened?
[BRAYING]
Lancelot?
Uh, Mr. Roarke?
Mr. Roarke?
[BIRDS SQUAWKING]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
It can't be Disneyland.
There's no parking lot.
[DONKEY BRAYING]
STEVE: I've read every
book, seen every old movie.
I know how private
eyes act and think.
It's all I've ever wanted to be.
I mean, I couldn't keep my mind
on law school because I realized
I could... I could never be
happy if I didn't give it a sh*t.
Well, even so, I have
arranged for an old-timer
to provide you with
some assistance.
He's a real tough guy.
He learned everything
on the street.
Someone who, shall
we say, has been around.
Uh, it won't be
necessary, Mr. Roarke.
I wanna be on my own.
All the greats were loners.
May I have the key, Tattoo?
Uh, the key? What key?
ROARKE: Uh, to your
office, just across the street.
STEVE: There's no
office across the street.
There's just the waterfall.
ROARKE: Be patient, Mr. Pryor.
The key, Tattoo?
Boss, are you sure
you gave it to me?
Yes. I'm sure. Check
your shirt pocket.
[CHUCKLES] Here it is.
Thank you.
As I said, your office
is just across the street.
Uh, I'm not sure I
understand but...
[♪♪♪♪♪]
There's a waterfall out there.
I told you, Mr. Roarke,
my fantasy's gotta
take place in a big city.
Look again.
[♪♪♪♪♪♪]
Chinese Theatre?
Hollywood Boulevard?
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Come on. Come on.
Come on, Lancelot.
Enough.
Enough, lads,
we've lost the scent.
And I have a great
thirst upon me.
A draught of mead,
Sir John. What say you?
I say right welcome, m'lord.
[LAUGHTER]
Vinegar. You and your jokes.
You're a menace for
the unwary, m'lord.
[LAUGHTER]
M'lord.
What the devil are you
doing on his lordship's
hunting preserve?
What the devil are you
doing in my fantasy?
JOHN: Fantasy?
SHEILA: What are
you all dressed up for?
A Renaissance fair?
A poacher, m'lord, obviously.
A right pretty one at that.
Trespassers must be flogged.
Come one step nearer
and I'll scratch your eyes out.
Hold. What's your name, girl?
Sheila.
She looks most able-bodied.
M'lord, did I not
hear you complaining
about lack of household staff?
Mm-hmm. You just can't
keep good help these days.
This lass seems to
have a bite to her tongue.
Why not put her to work
in your tents at the fair?
LEO: Yes. Perhaps a
handmaiden to my wife
during her temporary
durance vile.
Tom, take her along to the fair.
Aye, m'lord.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
All right, wench,
on your donkey.
[SIGHS]
I'll sue, Roarke.
I swear I'll sue.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
DOREEN: Oh, hi.
You must be Mr. Pryor.
I'm Doreen Rich.
They sent me over from
the secretarial agency.
Look, I really hope
you don't mind.
But I also animal sit, helps
pay my law school tuition.
Phew. Hey, this is all right.
Oh, Hans brought your
car back from the garage.
My car?
Oh, that classy red Speedster
parked out front. Boy.
- Red Speedster?
- Have you had it a long time?
- It's mine?
- MONICA: Is that him?
Is he back?
DOREEN: It's a lady. Mrs. Hall.
I think she's a client.
She's been waiting
here for almost an hour.
[DOG WHIMPERS]
Uh, hi.
Mr. Pryor?
Yeah, I'm Steve Pryor.
Oh, somehow I
expected someone...
Well, I thought you'd be older.
Don't let my age fool you, lady.
I've been around.
So, what can I do
for you, Mrs. Hall?
Call me Monica.
It's, uh, it's something...
Well, it's something
that I can't do myself.
You see, there's a package that
I need delivered to my husband
I mean, my ex-husband.
You see, it was a
terrible marriage and...
Hold... hold it, slow down.
What's in the package?
Uh...
There's $ , there.
Look, you must understand.
I'm a very wealthy woman.
I made the mistake
of marrying somebody
who only wanted me for my money.
I divorced him, but, uh,
he won't leave me alone.
He's made my life miserable.
And now, he says
that he'll disappear
if I just buy him
off with that money.
Do you mind if I ask you
why you can't do it yourself?
Because I'm afraid of him.
You don't know Nick,
he... he's crazy, violent.
I'm afraid that if I go,
he'll hurt me again.
He used to b*at me.
So, uh,
I don't wanna see him again...
ever.
I'll take care of it.
Thank you.
Oh, uh, meet him at
: this afternoon.
Room , The Palm Court Hotel.
No problem.
Do you want a
receipt for the money?
Oh, no. I trust you.
Oh, uh, one more thing.
In return, he'll be
giving you a key.
It's to a safety deposit box.
Oh, there's nothing in it of
any value to anyone but me.
Believe me, if there was,
he would've taken it already.
It's just that he knows
how much sentimental value
the contents have for me.
How do I get ahold of you?
I'll call you here. All right?
Sure.
Thank you, Mr. Pryor.
BOGART: She's
playing you for a sap, kid.
How did you get in
here? Who are you?
You didn't buy that
dame's story, did you?
What's the matter, kid?
You look like
you've seen a ghost.
Bogie.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Shoo, shoo.
WOMAN: Move at a
pace, you headless lout.
[LAUGHTER]
Clement. Clement, don't
touch her ladyship's soup.
And mind you keep your
thumbs out of the soup,
lest you want them
added to the brew.
Off with you.
Chop it fine now.
Chop it fine, girls.
New girl, take this
gruel to Her Ladyship.
Jane, show her along.
[LAUGHTER]
[WOMAN LAUGHING]
Will there be anything else?
No, thank you, my dear.
I haven't seen you before.
What is your name?
-I'm Sheila. -Sheila?
Were you sold into bondage?
To tell you the truth, I
don't know how it happened.
You see, I wanted a fantasy.
Oh, my dear.
When I was younger, I
had my share of those.
Young knights on prancing
steeds jousting for my hand.
But now,
now that I'm a
respectable married lady,
whose husband is
displeased with her.
Do you know the one
fantasy that I have left?
To ride alone through
the forest at dawn
on a handsome air.
Believe me, I can
understand that.
I spent a lot of time
stuck in a room.
Not much bigger than this.
And outside my window,
people were riding
beautiful horses.
- You were a prisoner too.
- SHEILA: In a sense.
I was ill.
Oh.
Why are you being kept here?
My husband, his
lordship, is punishing me
for speaking out
against the new taxes
he has imposed on the people.
But you're entitled
to your opinion.
GODIVA: Oh, may such a day dawn
when a woman is
permitted to speak her mind.
It has dawned.
Hmm?
I mean, it will.
How long is he gonna
keep you here, anyway?
Until I admit I was
wrong and that he's right.
Is there anyone you can trust?
Well, there is Sir
John of Apensdale,
his lordship's
hunting companion.
Sir John.
Yes.
He saved me from being flogged.
You see, he is a man
of true knightly character.
Well, I will find him
and I will holler for help
as loud as I can.
GODIVA: No. No, no, my dear.
Whisper it.
Despite his well-known
and robust humor,
if my husband overheard you,
he would have you beheaded.
Oh, well.
That would be real funny.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
BOGART: Look, kid,
I ain't big on
helping a beginner.
I mean, I stick my
neck out for no one.
But Roarke asked, and I
kind of owe him one, see?
I can't believe
it's you, you're...
You were the best, the toughest,
the most streetwise of them all.
I mean, you know what I
really admired about you?
- You were always unconfused...
- Enough of that, kid.
Let's get down to the
case, that's why I'm here.
Oh, the case,
that's an easy one.
Yeah, too easy.
That's the problem.
You made some mistakes.
You just fell for
those gams of hers
and that sweet smile.
You know what your
first mistake was?
You didn't get paid.
Make them hot the
clothes off their back
before you make a move.
Hey, Bogie.
Can I call you Bogie?
Sure.
No disrespect, but
times have changed.
Everything's done on credit now.
Not in this game, kiddo.
And I didn't fall for her.
Sure you did. you
were gaga over her.
Look, it boils down to this,
her story smells fishy.
I can't put my finger on it
yet, but she's using you.
- You're wrong. I just...
- [KNOCKS ON DOOR]
DOREEN: Excuse me, Mr. Pryor.
Look, um, I have a class tonight
and I do have to get Bucky home,
so I'll be leaving if
you don't need me?
- Yeah, right. Go on.
- DOREEN: Oh. Thanks.
Come on.
Have a nice class.
Bye.
Don't look so confused, kid.
Nobody can see
or hear me but you.
- I don't understand.
- I ain't real.
I'm just an illusion
up here in your head.
See, it's, uh, this way.
You believe in me so
much that to you, I'm real.
But I'm just in
your imagination.
Now let's get to work.
Look, I really
appreciate your advice
and your offer to help, but
I got to do this thing myself.
I mean, you always worked alone,
you never listened
to anyone else.
Maybe that's why I ended
up with a b*llet in my gut
so many times.
STEVE: Hey, yeah. That's right.
You used to get k*lled
an awful lot, didn't you?
Cagney got you five times
and Edward G. Robinson
wasted you more than that.
You're wrong, kid.
Cagney was three times
and Edward G. Robinson
got me four out of five.
But I finally got even
with them in Key Largo.
Oh.
It's a tough racket, kid.
That's why you'll
need some help.
Enough talk. You gotta
deliver that envelope.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[GUITAR PLAYING]
ROARKE: Ms. Godfrey.
SHEILA: Mr. Roarke! It's
about time you showed up.
There's been some
terrible mistake.
You mixed me up in
somebody else's fantasy.
Oh, I assure you that
cannot possibly happen.
Our system is entirely reliable.
Look, I made it perfectly clear.
- I wanted to ride horses.
- Right.
And here I am, wherever here is.
There's some poor lady being
held prisoner by her husband.
And I'm about to become
the most famous housemaid
-in history. -I did warn you
about the unexpected, didn't I?
But I can understand
why you are disoriented,
Ms. Godfrey.
You see, you are
in medieval England
at a country fair, near
the castle of Leofric,
Earl of Mercia and
Lord of Coventry.
Coventry?
Didn't the lady prisoner
tell you her name?
-No, I didn't ask. -ROARKE: Oh.
She should have, Ms. Godfrey
then you would have understood.
Her name is Lady Godiva.
Godiva?
She's the one who rode
stark naked through Coventry.
Precisely.
Without a doubt, the
most famous equestrian
in history.
[GUITAR PLAYS]
Mr. Roarke!
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[BABY CRYING]
Yeah. What do you want?
-Are you Mr. Hall? -NICK: Yeah.
Your wife sent me.
My wife? What are
you talking about?
Seems she didn't
wanna come herself, so
she asked me to
make the delivery.
-Who are you? -Doesn't matter.
You got the key to
the safe deposit box?
Yeah. Yeah, I got it.
Come in. Come in.
So you got something
for me, huh?
Sit down.
Just give me the key.
You first.
Looks like a
setup, don't it, kid?
[♪♪♪♪♪]
What's the matter?
Nothing.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[GRUNTS]
COP: Hold, police.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Whoa. Ugh.
[CAT SQUEALING]
COP: Hold, police.
[g*nshots]
Hey.
Oh.
You really walked into one, kid.
Now you got the
cops chasing you.
- Thanks.
- Don't feel too bad about it.
I had to learn at the
School of Hard Knocks too.
Come on. You
gotta get out of here.
Oh.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Is there anything
I can do for you?
[SIRENS WAILING]
Some other time.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Stay calm, Lancelot.
Sir John.
Fair Sheila, what
brings you here?
Just checking on my donkey.
Is he okay?
I mean, is he all right?
I'm not sure.
Oh, he'll be just
fine in a few days.
You know about
horses, fair Sheila?
A little, Sir John.
Beautiful.
Such lines.
You took the words
right out of my mouth.
He belongs to Lady Godiva.
No one else is
permitted to ride him.
He was a gift from his lordship.
Her ladyship asked me
to speak to you
about his other gift.
-Her imprisonment. -Hmm.
Why don't you
intercede on her behalf?
Believe me, Sheila, I
have done my best already.
He's very stubborn
and so is she.
He won't give up
his magic tricks
and practical jokes.
And he won't tolerate being
contradicted by a woman,
even though she is his wife.
And he loves her very much.
Oh, and she loves him very much.
I know it.
If I were loved by a
beauteous woman,
I could convince her otherwise.
If I were loved by a
chivalrous, handsome man,
I could be convinced.
Could you?
I'm sure of it.
Please.
We can continue
our discussion later.
Right now, you must have
me get her ladyship released.
- JOHN: Have you a plan?
- If we could find a way
to embarrass
his lordship into it.
Embarrass him?
So that he would
have to partner.
You know, to save his own pride.
It is true, he has a
notoriously brittle pride.
Then you will help me.
I...
We can do wonderful
things, Sheila
when we put our heads together.
Not to mention...
our lips.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[HORN HONKING]
[ENGINE REVVING]
[INDISTINCT POLICE
RADIO CHATTER]
[HORNS HONKING]
[INDISTINCT POLICE
RADIO CHATTER]
I always liked it
when the heat was on.
STEVE: You were right,
Bogie, Monica was using me.
But what is she up to?
Dame was buying something,
smelled she might
have been set up
and hired you to take
the fall with the cops.
The key must have been
something really valuable.
She's a good one all right.
Reminds me of a
tomato I met in Marseille.
Bogie, what am I gonna do?
I can't give you all
the answers, kid.
You gotta do some
of the thinking yourself.
I've been thinking, but I keep
coming back to Monica Hall.
She's the only one who
knows what's going on.
I bet you dollars for
doughnuts that's not her name.
But you're on the right track.
STEVE: Hey, Monica
said she was gonna call.
I mean, if it wasn't a set
up and I did get the key,
she'll call, right?
I got to check
something out, kid.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
STEVE: Sure.
Leave me now.
LEO: My own wife,
conspiring with a serving wench.
GODIVA: Your spy, Master
Tom, misleads you, sir.
I sent the girl with a
message to Sir John, that is all.
LEO: Taking advantage of
a good and chivalrous knight.
Seeking to enlist him in
some plot to escape, no doubt.
GODIVA: Escape?
There is no escape for
me that does not reconcile
and reunite me with my lord.
I cannot release you
or everyone will say
that I am, uh, a milksop
ruled by a woman.
Leo, sweet husband, you
have a sporting reputation.
Where is your good humor,
your sense of fair play?
Make me a sporting
challenge, my lord.
By heaven, I have it.
Let everyone know that
I will rescind the tax laws
if at noon tomorrow, you
ride your white stallion
before the citizens of Coventry
without clothes, my dear lady.
Naked?
Me or the horse?
[LEO LAUGHS]
You, you gorgeous
creature of love,
naked as the day you were born.
If you love the common
people so much,
you won't let mere
modesty deter you.
[LAUGHS]
But I'm sure you
will not accept it.
Don't cry, m'lady.
You heard?
It's a crazy idea and degrading.
I know.
But you're going to do it.
WOMAN: Ninety-seven,
escaped suspect Steven Pryor
located at office
building corner Hollywood
and Las Palmas Boulevard.
Set up perimeter.
[SIRENS WAILING]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[TELEPHONE RINGS]
Hello.
[WOMAN SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY OVER PHONE]
Monica, I've been
waiting for your call.
-[MONICA SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY] -Yeah. I got the key.
-[MONICA SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY] -Oh, yeah.
All right, I'll find it
and be right over.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Good morning.
I thought you were the police.
Yeah, what are they
doing here anyway?
-Huh? -There's a whole bunch
of police cars pulling
up as I came in.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
I gotta get out of here.
You mean they're after you?
[DOG BARKING]
You're really for real? I
mean, you're a real detective.
There's a window
in the lady's room.
Thanks.
This is the second floor.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
A guy just ran down that hall.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- LEO: Sure?
- TOM: Absolutely, my lord.
The guard heard
her talking last night
with that new
serving wench Sheila
after you left her chamber.
She's really going to do it?
She'll be the
laughingstock of all England.
Fear not. My lord will not
be bested by a woman.
You specified today, am I right?
Uh-hmm.
She will sleep through
this day like an infant,
with this potion in the
drink that she takes
for her breakfast.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[CHUCKLES]
-Hurry. -Aye.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[ENGINE REVVING]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
BOGART: Hey.
You know you're being
followed by a gunsel?
-Huh? -BOGART: A guy with a g*n.
I don't know who he is
but, uh, he ain't a cop.
-Being followed? -BOGART: Look.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Works in the movies.
Give me the g*n, slowly.
SHEILA: Wake
up, wake up, m'lady.
[SIGHS] She's been drugged.
Oh, what are we gonna do?
Wait here, I'll
fetch the position.
Oh, m'lady, wake up.
ROARKE: It's no
use, Ms. Godfrey.
Oh. Mr. Roarke.
Please, I wanna help her so much
and it's almost time
for her to take her ride.
Use this bag of tricks.
Use your imagination...
and your courage.
And make your fantasy come true.
I was afraid you
were gonna say that.
[SIGHS] Well...
here goes nothing.
Literally.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[DOORBELL RINGS]
- You? I thought you were...
- You thought I was dead.
You paid enough to have me hit.
Till I got your man
before you got me,
- you double crossing...
- Get him out of here.
- EDDIE: I want the key.
- I don't have it.
-No. But he does. -Wrong.
- But on the phone, you said...
- I lied.
Just like you lied about
everything, Monica.
Or whatever your name really is.
You used me and I don't
like it. I might be young...
- No, no, no. You're wrong.
- But I'm not stupid.
- I didn't. I was only trying...
- Stop it.
I'm not listening to
another story of yours.
I got you pegged.
You're buying something,
something hot, you're afraid
the heat might be onto you,
so you hired me
to make the drop.
-No. -If it wasn't a setup,
you'd get your key,
I'd be none the wiser.
If the cops were
waiting like they were,
I take the fall.
No, no, Steve, don't.
You're right, you're right,
but I can make it all okay. I
can because I have money,
lots of it. I have almost
two million dollars
in a Swiss Bank account.
I can make you a very
happy man in many ways.
Well, what were you buying?
Secrets.
m*llitary this time,
other times industrial
or personal,
and then I sell
them at a great profit.
- Operator, get me the police.
- No.
[GRUNTS]
You should have smacked her.
Why the hell did
you stop yourself?
That's all those kind
of dames understand.
Bogie, I keep telling
you, times have changed.
BOGART: No
they ain't, not really.
Look, all you got to
remember is to have no illusions
but nothing.
Women, business, nothing.
Be in it for what you can get.
You're operating in
a corrupt society, pal,
just like I was.
So don't be above
using corrupt means...
you understand?
[♪♪♪♪♪]
It'll take a while but, uh...
you got the stuff.
So you'll make it.
Yeah?
You could be a
good one all right.
You really think so?
Here's looking at you, kid.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Nice day for a horseback ride.
Not too chilly.
[LAUGHS]
[DONKEY BRAYING]
Who are you?
Just a girl who
came along for ride.
[HORSE NEIGHING]
Open the flap.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
JOHN: Now ride, m'lady.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[DONKEY HOWLING]
[APPLAUDING]
Shame on you!
Shame on you people of Coventry.
For shame.
Don't you understand?
Her ladyship is
doing this for you.
To lift the burden of
taxes from your backs,
so you can feed your children.
That's how much
she cares for you.
Turn your eyes away,
show her your respect.
Turn away.
Turn away.
Turn away.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Sir John.
-M'lady. -Help me.
Who is that?
Sheila, m'lady.
A kitchen maid that
rides like a queen.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
A devil take you, Master Tom.
Ungrateful wretch.
Let all decent folk
remember you peeped.
And may they despise
your very name.
Peeping Tom.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[APPLAUSE]
[DONKEY HOWLING]
No.
[CHEERING]
Your husband. Quickly, m'lady.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Madam?
You shamed me
with your nobility.
Forgive me.
What about the taxes, Leo?
I will rescind them,
provided that henceforth,
we rule together as equals.
And that you never
appear like this again.
Except in our own chamber.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[APPLAUSE]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Your fantasy is over.
[INAUDIBLE]
[TUTS]
Please.
[SIGHS]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Well, Mr. Pryor,
how did it feel
to be a detective?
It was everything I
thought it would be.
And I wanna thank you for Bogie.
You were right.
Well, often, it is important to
receive advice from someone
who's been there before.
What are you two talking about?
Well, Mr. Roarke provided
me with the greatest teacher
than any private I could have.
So, what now Mr. Pryor,
will you be returning
to law school or, um...
STEVE: Oh, no.
I'm not cut out to be a lawyer.
I found that out last semester.
No, I've got to do
something that I really like.
And I think I found it
here in Fantasy Island.
Good luck to you then.
Here's looking at
you, Mr. Roarke.
-Goodbye. -Goodbye.
[LAUGHING]
[CAR APPROACHING]
Well, you certainly
gave me what I asked for.
Literally.
You were Lady Godiva?
Certainly the most celebrated
equestrian of all time.
And quite a lady.
I only hope some of her
character rubbed off on me.
It's too bad you
didn't do more riding.
Oh, Ms. Godfrey can make
up for that when she gets home
to Montana, Tattoo.
I am shipping
Lancelot, my stallion,
not the donkey, I assure you,
to your home as a special gift.
And there is someone
who most graciously
has volunteered to
coach you in your riding.
English style, of course.
A Mr. John Apensdale who
happens to own a riding club...
not far from where you live.
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[GASPS]
Mr. Roarke, thank you.
Thank you for
Lancelot, the fantasy.
For everything.
Goodbye.
Thank you.
-Goodbye, Tattoo. -Goodbye.
[GIRLS GIGGLING]
-Boss? -ROARKE: Hmm?
Did she really ride...
-What? -Well, you know.
Oh. All I know is what I
read in history books, Tattoo.
After all, I wasn't there.
Was I?
[♪♪♪♪♪]
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