[♪♪♪♪♪]
[THEME MUSIC PLAYS]
[BELL TOLLS]
The plane! The plane!
[WOMEN GIGGLING]
- Good morning, boss.
- Good morning, Tattoo.
[CAR HORN HONKING]
[PLANE ENGINE STOPS]
[WOMEN GIGGLING]
ROARKE: Smiles, everyone.
Smiles.
[BAND PLAYING]
TATTOO: Who are they, boss?
ROARKE: That's
Mr. Herbert Solmes,
his wife Beatrice, and
their daughter Allison.
- Which one has a fantasy?
- ROARKE: Mrs. Solmes,
but her daughter is the one
who is going to experience it.
Boss, you lost me.
Mrs. Solmes used
to be in the theater.
Now, her dream is for
her daughter to pick up
where she left off.
Mrs. Solmes's fantasy
is for her daughter
to perform in an operetta.
Unfortunately,
Miss Allison Solmes
has no desire to
become an actress.
As for Mr. Solmes, he
has a secret fantasy,
which, if fulfilled,
will greatly influence his
family's future happiness.
- TATTOO: I'm confused, boss.
- ROARKE: Trust me, Tattoo.
TATTOO: Boss,
who is the pretty lady?
ROARKE: Her name is
Miss Margaret Stanton.
She's an attorney
with the law firm
of Peabody, Melton, and Stern.
Hmm, she's here to sue us, boss?
No, no, no, Tattoo. Actually,
Ms. Stanton was sent here
by her firm to deliver
a check to the person
holding the winning ticket
on the Irish sweepstakes.
Who did win? Whose friend is it?
Uh, anybody I know?
ROARKE: Actually, you knew
Ambrose Hoskins very well.
Ambrose? But, boss, he's dead.
Which opens the door to a number
of very interesting
possibilities.
My dear guests, I am
Mr. Roarke, your host.
Welcome to Fantasy Island.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
ALLISON: First it was
piano lessons, then ballet,
charm school, baton
twirling, and now this.
I don't want to go
into show business,
be in some silly operetta.
Why can't my
mother realize that?
Well, trying to live their lives
over through their children
is a mistake many parents make.
Well, I can't take it
much longer, Mr. Roarke.
Which operetta are
you going to sing?
ROARKE: It's called
Naughty Marietta.
The character Miss Solmes
will be portraying, Marietta,
is a French princess
who runs away
from an undesirable marriage
by joining the casquette girls.
The casquette girls
were women who traveled
to Colonial Louisiana,
where they were bought
by men in need of wives.
I think it will be best
if you read the play
and acquaint yourself
with the plot, Miss Solmes.
ALLISON: I think I better
warn you about something.
- ROARKE: What?
- I can't even carry a tune.
Well, perhaps we
can remedy that.
Uh, sing something please.
Anything, just a few bars.
Go ahead.
-[SINGING OFF KEY] - ♪
Somewhere over the rainbow ♪
Th... That's very nice.
But, um...
will you open your
mouth, please?
[PUMP SPRAYS]
Now, try again.
-[SINGING IN AN OPERA
VOICE] -♪ Somewhere ♪
♪ Over the rainbow ♪
TATTOO: Boss, you're terrific.
- Mr. Roarke, was that me?
- Oh, indeed it was.
Now, Miss Solmes...
open the book, and
we'll be on our way.
MAN: The boat's here!
The casquette girls are here.
The boat's here!
- Yes, Miss Solmes.
- [HORSE NEIGHING]
Colonial New Orleans
in the year .
The casquette girls have
just arrived from France.
Your mother wanted you
to play the role of Marietta
and indeed you will.
As quickly as you can,
familiarize yourself
with the book.
Hey, what are you doing?
BURLY MAN: I take you
as my wife, wench. Let's go!
ALLISON: Get your hands
off. Wait a minute. Put me down.
- Mr. Roarke. Mr. Roarke, help!
- The book, Miss Solmes.
-Read the book. -Mr. Roarke.
What page?
Forgive me for being
late, Miss Stanton.
I was unavoidably detained.
Of course. Shall we
get down to business?
- Uh, yes, may I? Thank you.
- Please.
As you know, I was sent
here by my firm to present
this check to the winner
of the Irish sweepstakes,
-a Mr. Ambrose Hoskins. -Yes.
Now, according to his file,
Mr. Hoskins was a retired
merchant ship captain,
and for the past seven years,
he worked here as your
head groundskeeper.
Yes, that is true.
Unfortunately,
Mr. Hoskins passed
away only last week.
There was another party
named by the late Mr. Hoskins
-on the winning ticket. -Oh?
Who is it, boss?
What's his name?
"Ambrose Hoskins
and best friend?"
Did Ambrose write that?
Yes, and I'm here on
behalf of my firm to find
his best friend and to present
him or her with this check.
That's not gonna be easy.
What Tattoo is trying
to say is that Mr. Hoskins
was not blessed with, um,
uh, shall we say, a
very amiable personality.
You may have some difficulty
locating his "best friend".
I'd be most grateful to you
for any help you could give me
in locating his best friend.
Very well, Miss Stanton,
we'll see what we can do.
Uh, Tattoo, since you are
familiar with all the members
of our staff, as well as
most of the island population,
I want you to look
into this matter at once.
- And you will be in full charge.
- Anything you say, boss.
But like I say, it's
not gonna be easy.
Excuse me.
BEATRICE: It's ridiculous,
absolutely ridiculous,
and I'm going to
speak to Mr. Roarke
about it immediately.
If he thinks for one
moment... Ah, there he is.
Mr. Roarke? I want to tell him.
-Mr. Roarke. -ROARKE: Yes.
We have just come
from the theater,
and there's no
rehearsal going on.
Now, how can Allison
star in Naughty Marietta
when she doesn't even rehearse?
I sent your
daughter back in time
so, she could
experience the true story.
You mean Allison is
actually going to be Marietta?
[CHUCKLES] Oh, indeed.
- Oh, no, no, no, no.
- Dear, is something wrong?
Is something wrong?
When I said that I
wanted Allison to appear
in an operetta, I meant
act in it, not live it.
- Oh, no, Captain Warrington.
- Dear, who's he?
He's the romantic
lead in the operetta.
She's going to meet him and
fall hopelessly in love with him.
Dear, what's wrong that?
Herbert, he's a fantasy.
There are no real men
like him. He's perfect.
And when her fantasy is over,
can you imagine her reaction
to the average, imperfect,
slightly slobby real man?
- HERBERT: Well, I suppose...
- BEATRICE: No, no, no.
Mr. Roarke, bring my
daughter back immediately.
Oh, I'm afraid it's too
late for that, Mrs. Solmes.
However, there is
something I can do for you.
Then I demand that
you do it immediately.
-If you insist. -I insist.
Will you close
your eyes, please?
You, too, Mr. Solmes. Please.
ROARKE: That's right.
Mr. Roarke? Herbert?
You really blowing
it, Roarke. All right.
Well, I'll just straighten
this thing out myself.
I've got to keep Allison away from
anyone named Captain Warrington.
HERBERT: Roarke, what
have you done? Where am I?
Allison? Beatrice?
Hey, Miss, Miss, did you
hear about Old Ambrose?
About him kicking off
last week? Who cares?
No, no, no, no, no, about him
winning the Irish sweepstakes.
With him dead, who's all
that money gonna go to?
His best friend.
Sure wish I would
have treated him nicer
while he was still
alive and kicking.
Me too, and I bet you'll never
guess who was picked to find out
who Ambrose's best friend was.
You ready for this?
Tattoo.
WOMAN: You mean Tattoo
decides who gets the million bucks?
[CAR APPROACHING]
- [MAN LAUGHS] All right.
- [ALLISON SHOUTS]
All right, wench, rest on me!
All right, all right, all
right, all right, all right.
You lousy creep!
Creep? I don't creep
for nobody. [LAUGHS]
[ALLISON GRUNTS]
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTS] Sorry for
the inconvenience, Miss.
These men have been
waiting for you women
to arrive for a long time.
Let's see, you must be...
Captain Richard
Warrington at your service.
-And your name is? -Allis...
I mean, Marietta.
Marietta. That's a beautiful
name for a beautiful woman.
-Shall we? -Shall we what?
[CHUCKLES] Leave, preferably
before our friend here wakes up.
Oh, I don't know if I'm
supposed to leave with you or not.
I haven't read that far yet.
- I beg your pardon?
- Oh, what the heck.
Allison! Get away
from that man! Allison!
-[BURLY MAN
GRUNTS] -No, Allison!
[GRUNTS] Oh, you masher!
-Oh, my beauty. -Oh.
- I like a woman with pluck.
- I'll show you pluck.
[SCREAMS]
-[LAUGHS] -[SCREAMS]
- You're gonna be my wife.
- [SCREAMING CONTINUES]
[SCREAMS] Herbert! Wherever
you are, save me, Herbert!
TATTOO: Now,
because of all that money,
everybody on the
island is claiming
to be Ambrose' best friend.
CHARLES: Hey, Tattoo, Tattoo!
Listen, uh, I'm real
glad I bumped into you.
I, uh, I found this
under the seat of my car.
Uh, I wasn't sure
what to do with it.
- It belonged to Old Dad Hoskins.
- Old Dad Hoskins?
Yeah, I... I started
calling him that,
just after he started
calling me, "son."
You know, a lot of people
used to bad-mouth him,
but Old Dad was
really a fun, crazy guy.
I miss the old guy.
Now, he's up there
somewhere looking down at me...
wishing he had done
something nice for me,
wishing he had left
something like money for me.
Maybe by leaving
this cross in my car
he was trying to
tell me something.
Maybe you should keep it.
HERBERT: Beatrice,
Allison, where are you?
Where am I? How did I get here?
♪ For I'm falling in love ♪
♪ With someone ♪
♪ Some one girl ♪
♪ I'm falling in love
With someone ♪
♪ Head a-whirl ♪
♪ Yes, I'm falling in love ♪
♪ With someone ♪
♪ Plain to see ♪
♪ I'm sure I could ♪
♪ Love someone madly ♪
♪ If someone would only ♪
♪ Love me ♪
I can't remember
ever being this happy.
My dear daughter...
you don't know how long...
I've waited for at least
one of us to be happy.
If Warrington keeps
Allison happy for the next
couple of days, I'll be
the happiest one of all.
MARGARET: I let
the cat out of the bag.
Now, everyone on
the island is pretending
to be Mr. Hoskins' best friend.
Yes. Tattoo, perhaps you've been
been looking in the wrong places
- for this missing millionaire.
- What do you mean, boss?
Well, just that we're
all creatures of habit,
and as such, we
usually keep those things
we consider precious, such as
mementos of close friendships,
in a place that is
most private to us.
I got it, boss.
Ambrose' cottage!
His cottage. Could be.
In any event, I believe
it's worth checking out.
Shall we?
ROARKE: Thank you, Tattoo.
[DOOR CLOSES]
Kind of spooky, huh, boss?
Almost like
Ambrose is still alive.
Perhaps he is, Tattoo.
In a sense.
ROARKE: Tattoo, will
you come here, please?
This will be of a
great interest to you.
"The loneliness of old
age is little understood
by those who have not yet walked
in the constant shadow of death.
I have known and suffered
the abuse and indignity
until finally I turned
away from people.
Only one person
seemed to understand
what it's like to grow old, to
be without companionship.
He used to come and visit me,
asking for nothing,
only to say hello.
I hold him as my
true and only friend.
His name is...
Tattoo."
Well, Tattoo, it seems
you've found the best friend
you were looking for.
Tattoo, you're a millionaire!
Boss, I... I'm a millionaire.
-Oh, yes. -I can't believe this.
Miss Stanton, I'm a
millionaire. I'm rich, I'm rich!
I can't believe this.
This is fantastic.
I'm rich. I'm a millionaire!
Oh, this is fantastic!
I'll see you later!
I'm rich! Hey, guys!
Hey, I'm a millionaire!
I'm a millionaire!
Where are you?
Hey, guys, I'm a
millionaire. I'm rich!
Where are you guys?
Oh, you're in trouble,
bully. Oh, you wait and see.
I'll get even with
you. [GRUNTING]
Herbert, darling, over
here! Hurry. Hurry. [SOBS]
Where have you been?
[PANTS] Completely
and totally lost.
Well, don't just
stand there. Untie me.
Oh, of course, of course.
-Ow, Herbert! -Sorry, dear.
Ow!
Hey, what do you
think you're doing?
That's my woman.
I beg your pardon, sir,
-but she's my wife. -Ow!
I saw her first. She's my wife!
-Ow! -She is my wife!
- Ow, Herbert.
- BURLY MAN: I saw her first.
-She's mine. -[GRUNTS] Ooh!
HERBERT: I beg
to differ with you, sir,
but this woman happens to be...
- married to... -Now see here!
There will be no
fighting over this woman.
Since the two of you
have laid claim to her,
the only thing to do is to
award her to the highest bidder.
- And who do you think you are?
- I am the governor, madam.
Now, I will start the
biding at franc.
-Do I hear ? -Sixty francs.
Seventy.
- Eighty francs.
- I have francs.
GOVERNOR: Once, twice.
Herbert, what are
you waiting for?
- That's an awful lot of francs.
- Bid, Herbert.
- Ninety!
- GOVERNOR: Ninety francs.
GOVERNOR: Once, twice.
Sold for francs.
- Pay the man, Herbert.
- Yes, my dear.
[CHUCKLES]
I'm awfully sorry, but, I, uh...
I don't seem to have any cash.
[CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY]
Oh, Herbert!
But you've always
told me never to carry it.
[SIGHS]
Ah, but...
- What is it?
- Don't you take credit cards?
- Eighty francs, and she's yours.
- Thank you, sir!
BURLY MAN: You
are now legally my wife.
-But... -BEATRICE: You bum.
You'll pay for this
outrage, Herbert.
Find Allison! At
least try to save her!
HERBERT: It's too late,
she's already fallen in love
with Captain Warrington.
BEATRICE: You heard me, Herbert!
-TATTOO: Boss. -ROARKE: Yes.
What's my car doing
here? I don't understand.
[ROARKE CLEARS THROAT]
Oh, no, no, no, no.
- Allow me, please.
- What is this?
What's going on?
Welcome to the presidential
bungalow, Mr. Tattoo.
I hope it meets
with your approval.
"Mr. Tattoo?"
Would you care for some
champagne, Mr. Tattoo?
Thank you.
-Mr. Roarke. -Thank you.
The chefs prepared this meal
especially for you, Mr. Tattoo.
Rack of lamb, potatoes
Julienne, and crepe suzettes.
I propose a toast to Mr. Tattoo
and his very good fortune.
Hey, Mitzi, you
want to join us, too?
MITZI: Oh, no,
I'm afraid we can't.
The rule against
fraternizing with the guests.
[GLASSES CLINK]
And now, if you will excuse me,
I must be getting back to work.
I trust you'll enjoy
your stay with us.
Oh, and I would appreciate it
if you stop by my office
later on and see me,
at your convenience,
of course. Excuse me.
[DOOR CLOSES]
Would you like some mint
jelly with your lamb, sir?
All right. Cut that
"sir" business out.
Why don't you sit down
and have a bite with me?
What good is all this if
you can't share it, huh?
Look, I'd really
like to join you,
but, uh, you don't want
to get me canned, do you?
So, uh, if there's nothing else,
would you, uh, please sign
the check and I'll be going?
- [CHUCKLES] This is living, man.
- Yeah, for you.
Thank you, sir, Mr. Tattoo.
I can't understand how
someone as pretty as you
couldn't find a husband.
Who says I'm looking for one?
Because you're a casquette girl,
which means that you've
come to Colony to get married.
Good point.
You know, you
don't have to marry
one of those swamp rats.
- You could always marry me.
- But I don't even know you.
[CHUCKLES] But I
don't know you either.
See, how much we have in common?
You must be just
starved after your trip.
Let me fix you something to eat.
ALLISON: I wonder what
happens next in this operetta.
Let's see. Act two, page .
He starts to sing,
while he's thinking
about trying to seduce me.
RICHARD: ♪ Ah,
Sweet mystery of life ♪
♪ At last I found thee ♪
♪ Oh, I know at last ♪
♪ The secret of it all ♪
♪ All the longing, seeking ♪
♪ Striving, waiting, yearning ♪
♪ The burning hopes ♪
♪ The joy and idle
tears That fall ♪
♪ For 'tis love and love alone ♪
♪ The world is seeking ♪
♪ And 'tis love and love alone ♪
♪ That can repay ♪
♪ Tis the answer, 'tis the end ♪
♪ And all of living ♪
♪ For it is love alone ♪
♪ That rules for aye ♪
ALLISON: Now, I
sing back to him.
♪ Ah, sweet mystery of life ♪
♪ At last I found thee ♪
♪ Ah, I know at last ♪
♪ The secret of it all ♪
♪ All the longing, seeking ♪
♪ Striving, waiting, yearning ♪
♪ The burning hopes ♪
♪ The joy and idle
tears That fall ♪
BOTH: ♪ For 'tis
love And love alone ♪
♪ The world is seeking ♪
♪ And 'tis love And love alone ♪
♪ That can repay ♪
♪ Tis the answer, 'tis the end ♪
♪ And all of living ♪
♪ For it is love alone ♪
♪ That rules for ♪
♪ Aye ♪
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
ROARKE: What's
wrong, Mr. Tattoo?
What's all that
commotion out there?
Boss, they're all
going crazy! [PANTS]
Strangers are asking
me for loans. [PANTS]
Other people invite
me on their yacht.
My friend do like
they don't even
know me anymore.
ROARKE: Well, that's to
be expected, I suppose.
You see, a man's station in life
often dictates who
his friends can be.
Friends? They were
more like a hit squad.
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
Well, then why not
hire a bodyguard?
Lots of celebrities have them.
It would keep the crowds away.
Ah, don't worry.
I'm sure you will adjust.
Which brings me to the
reason I wanted you to see me.
I knew it.
Do you remember when
we had so many guests
who wanted to stay and live here
after their fantasies
were fulfilled?
Yes, that's when I suggested
to have a working rule
to make room for the new guests.
What are you getting at?
I'm afraid you can't stay
on the island any longer.
Regrettably, you'll have to
leave on the morning flight.
But, boss, I love it here.
All my friends are
here. I belong here!
I am so sorry.
You must believe that,
and I hate to see you go,
but I'm also very happy for you.
Think of all the wonderful
things you'll be able
to do with your money.
Boss, you always have
the answer for everything.
Do you know any way we can
go around this so I can stay here?
I'm afraid not.
It's always been your
fantasy to be rich, Tattoo.
Suppose I did let you stay.
What would happen, huh?
Hundreds of people
would follow your example,
and then we would
be so overcrowded,
we could no longer function.
Fantasy Island would no
longer exist as we know it.
- Would you want that?
- [EXHALES DEEPLY]
No, no, never.
Well, now you see,
our hands are tied.
You do know how much I'm
going to miss you, don't you?
Not as much as... as
I'm gonna miss you.
You understand, Tattoo?
-Yep. -ROARKE: Do you?
I guess I do.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[MAN SHOUTING]
- [DISHES SHATTERING]
- [WOMAN SHOUTING]
- [MAN SHOUTING]
- [WOMAN SHOUTING]
- BEATRICE: Get out of here!
- [DISH SHATTERING]
- You stay away from me!
- Don't... Don't do it!
Oh, you'll never
get me in the sack!
[STAMMERS] What are
you trying to do, k*ll me?
That's the least
I'm gonna do to you
- if you don't stay away from me!
- [BOTH ARGUE]
Get out of here and
let me get out of here!
Oh, get going!
Let me... Oh, let
me out! Let me out!
[BEATRICE POUNDING ON DOOR]
Let me...
[DISHES SHATTERING]
I gotcha! Where is she?
- [GRUNTS] Oh.
- HERBERT: I gotcha.
- [BURLY MAN GRUNTS]
- [HERBERT GRUNTS]
-You again! -[HERBERT GASPING]
I won't stop you.
I oughta, but I ain't gonna.
[STAMMERS] Don't
you... You ain't?
Look, I'll give you francs
if you can get her
out of my house
- before she wrecks it.
- HERBERT: Fifty francs?
Okay. francs.
No, no look.
Instead of giving me money,
here, how about helping me out,
like, uh, making
me look like a hero
in front of her, huh?
Beatrice! Beatrice!
-Beatrice! -Herbert.
Come along, my dear.
I've taken care
of that roughneck.
You have? Oh,
oh, oh, Herbert! Oh.
Ugh, just like that animal
to fall over dead drunk.
But, Beatrice, he's not drunk.
I mean, we just...
I b*at him up.
Don't be absurd, Herbert.
But...
ALLISON: Oh, it's
absolutely stunning.
Well, just like the woman
who will be wearing it.
I better warn you.
I've never been
to an honest-to-goodness
ball before.
Ah, don't worry. I'll be
beside you every moment.
I love you.
I'm gonna miss this place.
I'm gonna miss Suzy, Michael,
all my friends, and the boss.
Now, where do you
think you want to live?
Where do you
think I should live?
New York is great.
You'd be near Wall Street.
I can get you a good
price on a condo in Aspen
for the skiing season.
One of the essential elements
to fulfill a fantasy
is patience.
Look, any place you
choose is fine with me.
Thank you, Tattoo, I'm...
I'm happy you feel
comfortable working with me.
Ah, I almost forgot,
your plane ticket.
- We leave ten sharp tonight.
- Ten?
But you said, uh,
we're leaving tomorrow
morning on the first plane.
Too much to do.
I'll see you at
the C-plane dock.
Oh, uh, will you excuse
me for a moment?
I'll see you in my
office, all right?
Thank you.
Oh, that's great.
I'm gonna be living in
Paris, New York, and Aspen.
- You're gonna come see me?
- Oh, I'd love to.
That is, if I can ever manage
to ever take the time off.
Was that Miss Sees
and Mr. Clemmon
with you over there?
Tattoo, remember,
under the present circumstances,
I cannot discuss the
fantasies of our guests with you.
Boss, that's terrible.
I can't believe that Ambrose
wanted me to leave the island.
He knows how
much I like the place.
Yes.
Well, perhaps he didn't
take into consideration
the circumstances, you know?
I wonder what Ambrose would
have done with the money...
had he lived to collect it?
Hmm, I wish I knew.
I suggest you give
some thought to it.
But, boss, I don't have the
time. I gotta leave tonight.
Well, you still
have a few hours.
Perhaps, something
will come to you,
something you may
have overlooked.
Huh?
But they seemed
very happy together.
I won't stand by and
see Allison get hurt.
She's not going to get hurt.
She's having a good time.
Oh, I don't want to
argue about it, Herbert.
Just tell me how
much farther it is
to Captain Warrington's house.
No!
Look, Herbert, you may not care
about what Allison's
up to, but I do.
It's because I care
that I refuse to help you.
All right. Then I'll
find her by myself.
Well, aren't you coming?
[SCOFFS]
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Mom, what are you doing here?
I came to save you from
that Warrington character.
But I don't want to
be saved. I love him.
Oh, Mom, I'm so happy.
And I owe it all to you.
If you hadn't insisted
I star in this operetta,
I never would have met Richard.
He asked me to marry him.
Allison, have you lost your
marbles? This is a fantasy.
Captain Warrington
doesn't exist,
and when the fantasy
ends, so will he.
What are you doing?
I'm going to get
ready for the ball,
act three, scene four, just
like you wanted it, Mother.
BEATRICE: Didn't
you hear what I said?
I'm through listening to you!
I'm going to be with Richard
until the last possible moment.
And when it ends,
don't look for me.
Since you can't
stay out of my life,
I'm getting out of yours.
First Herbert...
and now Allison.
Oh, God, what have I done?
[GASPS, SIGHS] Oh, Mr. Roarke,
I don't know where
you came from,
but I'm sure glad to see you.
I've been trying to do
what's best for my family,
but everything's going wrong.
Your motives are well
intended, Mrs. Solmes,
but your methods,
well, they could stand
- considerable improvement.
- What do you mean?
You think you can push
people into doing the right thing.
Uh, but when people
are pushed too hard,
they usually push back.
But I only want them
to be happy, I love them.
Then you should listen to them.
Find out what they need,
then help them find it.
Don't force them into
doing things your way.
Do you think...
that you can wangle me
an invitation to the ball
and, uh, maybe a new dress?
Oh! [LAUGHS]
Ah!
You don't mess around, do you?
Oh. [CHUCKLES]
You will find a carriage
waiting for you outside.
-A carriage? -Yes.
Oh, thank you,
Mr. Roarke. [CHUCKLES]
Thank you.
Is something wrong, Mrs. Solmes?
Would you believe for
the first time in my life,
I've got stage fright?
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
We better hurry, Tattoo. We
don't want to miss the plane.
Is something wrong, Mr. Tattoo?
Boss, I remember something
that Ambrose told me
a long time ago.
-What? -About a dream he had,
to be back with his
old friends again.
Well, he told me he
wrote everything down,
and he was gonna show it to me.
Where do you suppose
he would have left
such a message?
The only place it could be.
-Where? -The cottage.
Come on, boss.
TATTOO: Where would
Ambrose leave another message?
Boss, it's no use.
I don't even know
what to look for.
Well, it seems
important, though.
I wonder, where would a sailor
keep something important, huh?
-In a bottle? -In a bottle.
A bottle.
- This could be it.
- Boss, read it!
"Dear Tattoo...
I'm writing this to you
because you are the only
one who would understand.
I miss the sea and
the men who sailed it.
I long for the rough
waves and the tall tales.
Some nights I go
down to the shore
and dream of a place
where men of the sea
can all be together again...
where we could
always hear the surf
pounding against the sand.
The place where we could
sit and share our dreams
and remember the days
when we were young."
That's beautiful, but
it's kind of sad, too.
Tattoo, what are you doing? Ar...
Aren't we gonna catch the plane?
No, I don't have
to be a millionaire.
I'm a millionaire right here.
I make people's
dreams come true.
No amount of money
will make me leave that.
You mean you don't
want the million dollars?
Oh, yes, but not for me.
Boss, for one time
I can make people's fantasy
come true all by myself.
That's right, Tattoo.
You certainly can.
Mrs. Stanton, will
you please make all
the arrangement
necessary, please?
[STAMMERS] What for?
For the Hornpipe
Retirement Home for Mariners.
The Hornpipe Retirement
Home for Mariners.
It sounds nice, no?
Very good, Tattoo,
very good indeed.
Oh, it should be
a big, white house
overlooking the
sea in New England.
I'm sure I can find
exactly what you...
What Ambrose would
want. I'll get on it right away.
Oh, thank you very
much. Thank you.
-Boss. -Yes.
It's kind of a shame that
Ambrose is not gonna be
- there to enjoy it.
- Oh, he will be, Tattoo.
He will be.
Hold it, hold it, boss. My turn.
ROARKE: Thank you, Tattoo.
-Um, boss? -Yes?
Oh! Thank you, Tattoo.
Thank you very much.
[WALTZ MUSIC PLAYING]
[CROWD APPLAUDS]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Allison.
- Allison, dear, I want to talk...
- Mother, please don't spoil
- this for me.
- No, I won't, dear.
I came to tell you
that I'm sorry for trying
to make you do
everything my way.
It was wrong, Allison.
Oh, Mother, I love you.
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY] I
love you, too, sweetheart.
- Let's not fight anymore, okay?
- We won't.
Oh, you don't know how
long I've waited to hear that.
- Oh, Herbert. [CHUCKLES]
- I believe this is our dance.
- ALLISON: My pleasure.
- Excuse us.
[WALTZ MUSIC PLAYING]
There's Mr. Roarke.
I wonder if that means
the fantasy's ending.
It's time to go,
Mr. and Mrs. Solmes.
But Allison, what's
going to happen to her?
I wouldn't worry too
much, Mrs. Solmes.
BOTH: ♪ For I'm falling
in love With someone ♪
♪ Some one girl ♪
♪ I'm falling in love
With someone ♪
♪ Head ♪
What's wrong?
Don't let go of me, Richard.
- Please don't let it end.
- What is it?
Miss Solmes, it's time to go.
How could I have made
her go through this?
You, too, Mr. Aimes.
You're real?
You're not just
part of my fantasy?
Oh, not at all.
His fantasy was to
play the male lead
in Naughty Marietta.
Then all this time
you've just been acting.
Right up until act
two, scene one.
That's when I fell in
love with you for real.
Oh, Herbert. [CHUCKLES]
Oh. [LAUGHING]
I can't thank you
enough, Mr. Roarke.
- Oh, not necessary.
- That goes the same for me.
My pleasure, Mr. Aimes.
And you too, Mom,
from both of us.
Oh. [SMOOCHES]
Did you have a good
time, Mr. Solmes?
Well, when things work out
like this, who can complain?
-Yes, you know, I... -Beatrice.
-Hmm? -It's time to go.
- Oh, thank you, Mr. Roarke.
- Mm-hmm.
Thank you so much
for a wonderful time.
Bye-bye, Mr. Roarke.
[WOMEN GIGGLING]
Tattoo, I'll be in
Cape Cod tomorrow
looking at property.
Mr. Roarke, I didn't
come here for a fantasy,
but I feel happier than
I've ever felt before.
Thank you.
Oh, uh, Tattoo,
there is a small matter
- I need to clear up with you.
- Oh, what is it, boss?
Well, it's in
regard to your bills.
Bills? What bills?
Well, after all, you did have
the most expensive bungalow
on the island, and
then there's champagne,
caviar, the finest
of everything. Look.
Boss, I gave all my money away.
It's going to take me
six years to pay that bill.
Well, in that case, I'll
have to charge it to...
overhead.
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