[BELLS TOLLING]
The plane! The plane!
- Good morning, boss.
- Good morning, Tattoo.
[GIRLS GIGGLING]
Smiles, everyone! Smiles!
[BAND PLAYS]
MR. ROARKE: Ah, Mr. Andy Durant.
A high school track coach
from a small town in Vermont.
TATTOO: Why all the magazines?
Because, Tattoo,
Mr. Grant has fallen in love
with a lovely model,
Ms. Pamela Gentry.
I'm sure those magazines
are filled with her pictures.
She did a very popular
champagne ad in, uh, .
Boss, he's in love with
a -year-old woman?
No, no, Tattoo.
I'm afraid Ms. Gentry
passed away years ago.
Mr. Durant's fantasy
is to meet Ms. Gentry
as she was at the
height of her beauty.
TATTOO: Boss, how
are you going to do that?
By sending him
Victorian England,
where not only Ms. Gentry,
but a great danger awaits him.
TATTOO: Boss, isn't
that Angela Marckham,
- the famous movie star?
- MR. ROARKE: Movie star?
Well, I'm not sure
Ms. Marckham would agree
with that description, Tattoo.
She prefers to think of
herself as a serious actress.
You mean The Towering
Disaster is a serious movie?
Perhaps that's her
problem, Tattoo.
Ms. Marckham wants
to change her image.
Her fantasy is to
give a performance
that Shakespeare himself
would have been proud of.
In fact, she wishes to appear
in one of William Shakespeare's
original Globe
Theater productions.
My dear guests,
I am Mr. Roarke, your host.
Welcome to Fantasy Island.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
MR. ROARKE: Mr. Durant,
how did you happen
to come across these
pictures of Ms. Gentry?
ANDY: It was weird. I
was in the public library
checking out some
sports magazines,
when one of these
fell off the shelf.
I guess it had been misplaced.
I leaned down to pick
it up and there she was.
You mean you fell in
love with a photograph?
Something clicked inside
me when I saw her face.
Something that said
we belong together.
But surely it would be far
more practical to find a woman
for whom you could
care now, wouldn't it?
Mr. Roarke, I'm a track
coach. Running is my specialty.
Unfortunately, it's
also my problem.
I can handle hard work, sweat,
any amount of physical pain.
But emotional relationships
scare the legs right
out from under me.
What makes you so sure
you're not going to run
when you see Ms. Gentry?
[PAGES RUSTLING]
Because when I
look at her picture,
I feel confident.
With her, I think I could be the
kind of man I always wanted to be.
That's why I want this fantasy,
Mr. Roarke. How do I meet her?
With this.
This is blank.
MR. ROARKE: Only for
the moment, I assure you.
When you have need, one
side will help you find Ms. Gentry
and the other side will
introduce you to her.
Well, if you say so.
What happens now?
Your fantasy, Mr. Durant,
will begin when
you light this candle.
However, we're a bit early.
And timing is crucial
in these matters.
Extremely crucial.
Tattoo and I will be back
in exactly minutes.
Relax until then, Mr. Durant.
Relax.
Tattoo.
[SIGHS]
Relax? How am I
supposed to relax?
[THUNDERCLAP]
It changed color.
What happened to the lights?
What's going on in here?
[SCREAMS]
[SHRIEKING]
Whoa!
Wax. A wax dummy?
Who's there?
[INHALING DEEPLY]
As I'm sure you
realize, Ms. Marckham,
in Shakespeare's day, women
performing on the stage...
Well, it was simply unheard of.
All parts were played by men.
- You mean...
- That's right, Tattoo.
The first Juliet probably had t o
shave before the performance.
Mr. Roarke,
I didn't get to where I am
without certain initiative.
I won't let anything stop
me from fulfilling this fantasy.
Now,
if you really can send me
back to Shakespeare's time,
I'll take care of the rest.
Very well, Ms.
Marckham, as you wish.
Will you have a seat
please? Thank you.
Now, if you'll close your eyes.
Concentrate on
th century England.
The costumes,
the idiosyncrasies and customs
of those days of long ago...
Now, Master Shakespeare,
we'll see about thy
dallying with my wife.
[GASPS]
[STAMMERING] I was
there. Why am I back here?
How strange.
Perhaps there' a
counter-current in the time stream.
Yes. Why don't you
return to your bungalow
while I work something
out, Ms. Marckham?
All right.
But if you don't pull
this off, Mr. Roarke,
after all your promises,
remember this:
"Hell hath no fury
like a woman scorned."
That's not Shakespeare.
No, it's Angela Marckham.
Boss?
[LOUD SNORING]
Ana?
Teresa?
Florence?
Who in the queen's
name art thou, wench?
Oh, no.
[GASPING]
Ms. Marckham, I believe
I found the problem.
So have I, and he's in my bed.
TATTOO: Boss, is
that who I think it is?
In the flesh, my friend.
Mr. Shakespeare,
welcome to Fantasy Island.
As I was about to
explain to Ms. Marckham,
apparently we tuned
into Mr. Shakespeare
at a time of a life
and death crisis.
The earl of Norfolk
was about to run his sword
through Mr. Shakespeare's chest.
Well, naturally the bard's
desire to escape was greater
than your desire to go back.
And since the connection
was open at that
precise moment...
-SHAKESPEARE: Psst. -...presto,
here he is. I assure you
things like this don't
happen very often.
But since it has happened...
Little Sirrah, this place here,
-be it heaven or hell? -Neither.
Like the boss said, you
are on Fantasy Island.
Be that perchance near Dover?
MR. ROARKE: golden opportunity.
Ms. Marckham, may I suggest
perhaps you can persuade him
to write a scene
specifically for you.
-Tattoo. -Yes, boss.
Excuse me.
Well, we...
certainly could talk
about it, couldn't we?
Do you mind if I call you Bill?
[VICTORIAN MUSIC PLAYS]
Excuse me, Officer, I'm...
Mr. Roarke?
Am I glad to see you.
Listen, I lit that candle,
and I ended up in some
weird wax museum.
Yes. I warned you about
the need for proper timing,
didn't I, Mr. Durant? Had
you waited minutes,
like you were supposed to,
you would have ended up here.
- Sorry, I couldn't help myself.
- Mm-hmm.
By the way, where
exactly is here?
London, England, the year .
Precisely where
Ms. Gentry resided
when she first began her
career as an artist's model.
Hey, terrific, Mr. Roarke.
Terrific. Terrific.
But that card you gave
me to find her is still blank.
I suggest you look again.
Did you see the... Mr. Roarke?
[WHISTLING]
To be transported
over the gulfs of time
to a land where
fantasies are come true.
I mean, it's an age of marvels.
Unbounded.
And undraped.
Oh, come now, you're not
wasting your creative energy
on the same old much
ado about nothing. Get it?
Ah, 'twould seem not.
What a wonderful turn of phrase.
Much ado about nothing.
[CHUCKLES] I must
need remember that.
Um, tell me about
this lord Norfolk.
Bah, Norfolk. That less
than senseless thing.
Ooh!
The sword at my heart
was nigh onto making
a rather nasty point.
Why did he want to k*ll you?
To curry favor with our
noble Queen Elizabeth
by skewering me alive.
I thought, uh, she was
a patron of the theater.
Aye, 'tis true. 'Tis so.
But... 'tis also true
that I have written
of her forebears
in not the most
flattering of phrase.
She would not, I fear, shed
many tears at my passing.
There is also the
matter of the earl's wife.
An attractive and lustful woman.
Um...
Bill, could we get our minds
back as to why we're both here?
Mmm.
Let's make a bargain.
You write a special
scene just for me,
and I agree to keep you here,
safe from the earl's
sword, in my fantasy.
Agreed?
Agreed. [CHUCKLING]
Thou be not unattractive
thyself, dear lady.
[CHUCKLES] Well, thank you.
Now, um, about my scene, hmm?
Aye.
Where dost thou hide, lecher?
Shakespeare, what demons
have found league with
to transport me here?
Elizabeth shall be most
interested to hear of this
after I have run thee through.
In the name of decency, wench,
get thee some
clothes on thy body.
Shakespeare, where art thou?
I shall get thee, thou peacock.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
PAMELA: Come in.
I'm just about ready.
ANDY: It's her.
- It's actually you.
- Are you the driver?
Driver? No.
My name is Andy
Durant. [STAMMERING]
I have a card.
Here.
Oh.
A Mr. Roarke wrote
to me about you.
He said you were interested
in helping me with my career.
[CHUCKLES]
I expected someone more mature.
I really adore older men.
They're so experienced
and knowledgeable.
Something wrong?
Absolutely not. It's
just that you're even
more beautiful in person
than in the magazines.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
That must be
Mr. Kragen's driver.
Ms. Gentry?
Mr. Kragen sent
me to collect you.
PAMELA: Just one moment, please.
[WHISPERING]
You can't go with him.
Well, of course I can. He's
taking me to an interview
with Frederick Kragen,
the famous sculptor.
Mr. Kragen wants
me to pose for him.
Well, then I'm coming too.
Mr. Kragen expects to
see Ms. Gentry alone.
[SIGHS] Mr. Durant
is my new manager.
And he always accompanies
me on my interviews.
Yeah.
Haven't I seen you somewhere?
No. No. I don't think so.
I don't get around much.
Not like I used to. Shall we go?
SHAKESPEARE: Why did
mistress Angela dispatch me here
to view this... Whatever it be?
It's a word processor.
Look.
You punch those key,
and the letter appear
right on the screen.
And you're writing.
Watch.
Thou would process words
as thou does process cheese?
[SCOFFS]
I cannot compose on
this foul monstrosity.
Aye, foul.
It is foul indeed.
Speaking whereof,
hast thou any goose quill
pens at hand perchance?
Goose quill?
Wait, I'll see what I
can do. Come on, Bill.
[SCOFFS] Alas,
always a deadline.
[TELEVISION PLAYING]
[SIREN BLARING ON TV]
Zounds!
WOMAN: Are you in that
renaissance fair over there?
Mercifully, no.
Tell me, my dear, how does
one so fair and supple as thou art
unescorted in this
sensuous and tropical clime?
Bill, what do you
think you're doing?
You're supposed to
be writing my scene.
-Yes. -Remember our bargain?
Well, I do.
Uh... Dear lady.
Dear, dear Angela.
Hmm.
The truth be...
that of late I have
been beset by troubles.
The truth is
I cannot write.
The words they cometh not.
You mean you
have writer's block?
Mm-hmm.
Oh, no, this is it. Mr. Roarke!
PAMELA: So real, so life-like.
Mr. Kragen is a true genius.
Maybe so.
But he's got a strange taste in
subject matter, don't you think?
Andy, be more respectful.
Do you know what a job like this
- could do for my career?
- Mm-hmm.
Mr. Kragen.
[SIGHS]
You're even lovelier
than I dare to hope.
Welcome to Kragen manner,
Ms. Gentry. [SNAPS FINGER]
Oh, I'm very
honored, Mr. Kragen.
Your work is exquisite.
Mr. Kragen, I'm Ms.
Gentry's manager.
I don't bother with bookkeepers.
You needn't have come.
I'm very generous to my models.
Let me give you a tour.
What do you think of it?
It's... It's chilling.
It's terrifying. But beautiful.
That look of
madness in her eyes.
- It's almost pitiful.
- [KRAGEN SIGHS]
You do understand.
So many people
see only ugliness.
[GASPS] Jennifer!
[GASPING]
I'm sorry, but I know that
girl. That's Jennifer Payton.
A friend of mine.
She was one of my best models.
Although her beauty is
nothing compared to yours.
I think we've seen
enough. And I think it's time
to tell you that the fee
for Ms. Gentry's services
is , dollars.
- Pounds.
- A small sum for such beauty.
But sadly, much too high
for a poor artist like myself.
- I'm sure we can negotiate.
- Absolutely not.
Thank you very much. You
don't have to show us out.
Have you changed
your mind about her?
Of course not.
I merely want to be
rid of that fool with her.
Follow them discreetly.
Wait until he leaves her,
then bring Ms.
Gentry back to me.
[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
You are such a
beautiful imitation.
How unfortunate I had
to destroy the original.
[GOOSE HONKING]
Come back! Come back!
Come back here!
Come back, you silly goose.
Tattoo. Tattoo!
Yes, boss?
May I ask you just
what it is you're doing?
Bill wanted a goose
quill pen to write,
-so I thought I'd... -I see.
Well, may I suggest you visit
the Fantasy Island gift shop?
I believe they carry goose
quill pens as curiosities.
-[GOOSE HONKING] -[GROANS]
Okay, boss.
Mr. Roarke? Mr. Roarke.
You've got to do something.
Your Mr. Shakespeare just
told me he has writer's block.
This whole fantasy
is going up in flames.
Indeed? Oh, I'm
sorry, Ms. Marckham.
I just wanted to prove I'm
a good actress, that's all.
You know I spent years
making other people believe it.
All I want to do is
prove it to myself,
-you know? -Oh, I know.
But I can't interfere in
your fantasy, I'm sorry.
-However... -However?
However, I can tell you your
fantasy will be successful,
Ms. Marckham,
provided you remember
Mr. Shakespeare is a
stranger in a strange land,
and that you guard him against
harm or accident at all times.
You mean I have to baby-sit
William Shakespeare?
- I'm afraid so.
- All he thinks about
is the member of the fair sex
closest to him at
any given moment.
She makes a good point.
The point, Tattoo,
is that if anything happens
to Mr. William Shakespeare
while he's here
on Fantasy Island
some of the greatest
poetry and plays of all time
may never be written.
And you, Ms. Marckham,
may never get to
act your greatest role.
SHAKESPEARE:
[LAUGHS] Ah, my fair one,
I would immortalize thee
in some tender sonnet,
which I shall write
for thee... later.
If you would be of mind to
dally in some secluded bower.
Aha!
So the dog is up to his
old alley tricks, is he?
Damnation, Norfolk.
How came thee here?
Sorcery, as thou know full well.
But I have vowed to make
thee pay for thy trespasses,
blaggard, and so I shall.
No longer shall
thy obscene writings
and habits corrupt defenseless
women such as my wife.
My dear Norfolk, thou
has read my words
and yet seem uncorrupted.
I am a strong character
and can resist
thy evil influences.
And of more import, I
am of the male gender.
[HORN HONKING]
What demonic creature is this?
Have at thee, now!
[LAUGHS] 'Tis slain.
Now, 'tis thy turn.
What, not yet dead?
Thou has survived for
the moment, blaggard,
through the wizardry of these
white-garmented sorcerers,
but only for the moment.
I shall seek thee out again.
Bill, are you all right?
Aye.
Thanks for thy timely
intervention, Master Roarke.
Perhaps I shall stay
here on this island.
Spend out all my days.
Mr. Shakespeare, you
don't seem to understand.
When Ms. Marckham's
fantasy ends tonight
so will your stay
on Fantasy Island.
You will return
to your own time.
Oh, Master Roarke, I pray not.
With Norfolk's persuasions,
the queen will see my head
taken from me. She
has said as much.
I'm sorry but I...
PAMELA: Ten thousand
pounds! Are you out of your mind?
I am starving to death,
and you lose me
a chance to work!
Look, Pamela, that was just
a ploy to get you out of there.
That guy Kragen is a weirdo.
Weirdo? What's a weirdo?
Never mind. The man is a genius.
- He's a middle-aged creep.
- He's elegant.
All I ever get from
young men like you
are indecent propositions.
Just, just get out of here!
This is my fantasy.
I'm not leaving.
Fine.
Mr. Durant,
I am going to sit here and
read the evening paper.
If you are not out of
here in two minutes,
I'm calling a constable!
Andy, look at this.
"Miss Jennifer Payton
of Wendon Lane
has been missing for ten days.
Police consider foul
play a definite possibility."
This is the girl we
saw at Kragen's.
That was her last job.
She was so excited about it.
Pamela,
what do you know
about Kragen anyway?
[SIGHS] Well,
nothing really. I mean,
he's not an important artist
yet, but definitely a genius.
I'm just glad I got
you out of there.
Andy,
suddenly I'm frightened.
There's nothing
to be afraid of now.
Pamela, you're beautiful.
[PAMELA GASPS]
Andy!
Where are you taking me? Andy!
MR. ROARKE: Mr. Durant?
Mr. Durant, are you all right?
Somebody hit me
from the rear. Why?
Where did she go? She
wouldn't leave like that...
unless...
Unless someone forced her to go?
Yes.
Kragen. It had to be
him. Or that ape Otto.
- Did you see anything?
- No, I'm afraid not.
I dropped by merely to see how
your fantasy was progressing.
I saw only you,
unconscious on the floor.
And this curious substance
on the carpet by the door.
Wax. Kragen sculpts
statues out of this.
This must've stuck to his shoe.
He's kidnapped Pamela!
To be
or not... to be.
That's a good question.
Whether 'tis
nobler in the mind...
to suffer...
the slings and arrows of...
the earl of what's his.
Or...
to take arms...
against a sea of troubles,
and by opposing,
end them.
[LAUGHS]
By gad that's good. I'm
going to write that down.
ANGELA: Bill?
Pray enter, dear
lady. [CHUCKLES]
Uh, may I offer the bit of
ale, though it be a mite thin?
Uh, no thanks, I'll pass.
Ah. Well, 'tis a stiffener
to one's courage
if nothing else.
Then do something courageous.
Dear madam, I am a lover,
a poet and a scribe,
and very little of a warrior.
[LAUGHS] Alas.
[SCOFFS] Would
you put that down?
If you don't care
about the earl's sword
carving you into
London broil, I do.
And to what does one
owe this sudden concern,
Mistress Angela?
Until now all thou
hast cared about
has been thine own bloody self.
You're right. That's
all I cared about.
Because I thought if I
didn't, nobody else would.
First, I had to get
where I wanted to be.
And then when I got there,
I was terrified...
that I wouldn't stay.
Actors can be very
selfish and self-involved.
Well, I am somewhat of
an actor myself, dear lady.
I know of what thou speakest.
What... What I'm
trying to say is...
Well?
Well, my problem doesn't
seem that large anymore.
Not compared with yours.
After all, it was my fantasy
that got you into this mess,
and I'd like to
help you if I could.
- "To be or not to be?" -Aye.
'Tis something that
just occurred to me
on the spur of the moment.
You just thought of it?
Aye.
Mayhap I'll use it in a
play I've had in mind of late.
- Hamlet, Prince of Norway.
- Denmark?
Aye, that could work.
Hamlet, Prince of Denmark.
Bill, don't you know
what's happened?
You've started writing again.
Look, forget about that scene
you were going to write for me.
Perhaps...
Perhaps you could
write something
to placate the earl. Uh...
something pious.
Something about the queen.
[EXHALES]
Inflate her ego. You
know, butter her up. Uh...
However you say it...
[SNORING]
Oh! Talk about
outrageous fortune.
[SNORING LOUDLY]
Bill...
PAMELA: I want to leave now.
I offer you life ever-lasting,
and you wish to leave?
Why, you spiteful little wretch.
I'm going to make you immortal!
That's very nice,
Mr. Kragen, but...
I really don't think I
want to pose for you.
Pose?
[LAUGHING MADLY]
Otto!
Lock her in. I must
check the mixture.
The eve of my greatest
creation has begun!
Otto,
what did he mean
his greatest creation?
Why, you, of course.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[TATTOO SPEAKING FRENCH]
Little one,
thou art with that poltroon
Shakespeare this afternoon.
Thou shalt take
me to him forthwith.
No speak the English.
Vous parlez français?
On the other hand,
why don't you follow me?
ANGELA: Tattoo!
Tattoo, Shakespeare
is writing again,
but he's absolutely blitzed,
and I can't wake him up.
Could you...
- Oh, no, not the earl.
- Aye, the earl.
Now, lead me to that
scribbler Shakespeare,
or I'll cut thy
friend's heart out
and serve it on a plate
to the dogs of the kennel.
Like, do it fast.
[YAWNS]
Prepare to die,
thou drunken oaf.
Oh! This is insane.
My good lord, no.
Uh, surely one
of such noble birth
shouldn't have to resort to
base v*olence to settle a dispute.
No? Why not?
Thou art using th century
logic on a th century man?
In our time men were
violent and proud of it.
In your time men are
violent and ashamed of it.
- [NORFOLK GRUNTS]
- What are you doing, buster?
Listen, this is my bungalow.
You put that thing down.
If you want v*olence,
you're going to have to
settle for a video game.
[HAND MIXER WHIRS]
- Out of my way, wench.
- Not another move, Norfolk,
lest this formidable
w*apon render the
into carnival confetti.
[GRUNTING]
[HAND MIXER TURNS OFF]
Um...
[SCREAMS]
PAMELA: Oh, it's cold in here.
Oh! Andy!
Andy, are you all right?
[WHISPERS] Otto's right outside
Go behind me in a few minutes.
I was so worried about you.
It was just a little
lump on the head.
It's freezing in here.
Well, I found some wood
and managed to make a fire.
I don't think this fireplace
has been used for centuries.
Yeah, well, Kragen
doesn't strike me as the type
that likes to curl up in front
of a fire with a good book.
You know, you're right about
Mr. Kragen. He is insane.
He says he wants
to make me immortal.
Look, forget about him.
We'll be out of here soon.
It's strange, but I
feel so safe with you.
When I met you, when you
first came to the door of my flat,
I was feeling like
such an awful failure.
I thought that nobody in
the world cared about me.
I care.
I have ever since I saw
the first picture of you.
[PAMELA SCREAMS]
That's real bone.
Kragen is no artist.
He murders people and
preserves their bodies in wax.
Quite right, Mr. Durant.
But you're very wrong in
saying that I'm not an artist.
Because of my talents you
both are going to live forever.
Otto.
MR. ROARKE: Oh, I can
protect Mr. Shakespeare
while he's here on Fantasy
Island, Ms. Marckham.
But once he and the earl
return to their own time,
there is nothing I can do.
Well, then we're going to
have to convince the earl
not to k*ll him. But how?
Do I need to remind you
that you are an actress?
And what actress doesn't
dream of doing Shakespeare?
And of choosing her own role?
Think about it, Ms. Marckham.
Think about it.
[LAUGHING AND CHATTING]
Lend me thy sword.
EARL: Defend thyself, now.
Thou diest seducer, purveyor
of obscenity. [GRUNTS]
[CROWD CHEERING]
That which is obscene
lies in thy heart, Norfolk,
not in my words.
[SCOFFS] Repent
thy precious words
and mayhap I
shall let thee live.
Death cannot change
that which is true and just.
[GRUNTING]
[CHEERING]
Now, prepare to die,
Master Shakespeare.
[TRUMPETS PLAYING]
CRIER: Make way for Her Majesty!
Hast thou forgotten
how to show respect
to thy queen, lord Norfolk?
Forgive me, my queen.
I simply have never been
graced with thy presence before,
having seen thee but from afar.
Tell me, my queen, how
camest thou hither to this...
strange land?
Perchance to watch me
skewer this dog Shakespeare?
No, my lord.
I come to command
thee. Spare him.
But, my Queen, why?
Dost thou not know?
The quality of
mercy is not strained.
It droppeth as a
gentle rain from heaven;
upon the place beneath.
It is twice blest:
It blesseth him that gives
and him that takes.
'Tis mightiest in the mightiest;
it becomes the thronèd
monarch better than his crown.
Are thou truly mighty, Norfolk?
I forgive thee, sir.
My wife hath long vexed me thus.
No, my lord,
thy wife's dalliance lies
more in mind than in the deed.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Well,
that should take care of you
for a couple hundred
years or so, at least.
Oh, my highest
thanks, Lady Angela.
Thou art truly a queen.
In spirit!
And most queenly as an actor.
Did I really do well, Bill?
Oh, thou were't wondrous.
And thy words, so
stirring, so flowing.
Wouldst thou mind
if I write them down
and add to them?
-To use them in a play? -Aye.
-Would you? -Oh, thank thee.
I'll call it "The
Peddler of Venice."
- "Merchant," Bill. Merchant.
- Merchant?
Aye, it has a
certain ring to it.
The Merchant of
Venice. [CHUCKLES]
Ah, well.
Like as the waves make
towards the pebbled shore,
so do our minutes
hasten to their end.
I'll not forget thee,
dearest Angela.
In my play I shall
call thee Portia.
[SIGHS]
[LAUGHS] This will be
my greatest masterpiece.
[LAUGHS]
You see how simple and
brilliant my technique is?
You will be strapped
into the chair
and immersed
into the boiling wax.
Your friend Jennifer was much
more cooperative than you.
But your original beauty
will ensure my masterpiece.
[LAUGHS] Otto, bring them here.
[OTTO GROANS]
No hurry. You two will
have all eternity together.
Damn it.
[GRUNTING]
Andy, look out!
Well, I don't know whether to
say thanks or not, Mr. Roarke.
My fantasy turned out a lot
different than I expected, but...
for the first time in my life,
I got emotionally involved.
If it hadn't been for you,
Mr. Durant, Ms. Pamela Gentry
would not have lived the
long and happy life she did.
- Goodbye, Mr. Roarke.
- Goodbye, sir.
-Tattoo. -Goodbye.
And thanks.
Well, Ms. Marckham,
you came here, as I recall,
to give a performance
that Shakespeare himself
would have been proud of,
and you succeeded admirably.
Oh, I did more than
that, Mr. Roarke.
For the first time in my life
I gave without thought
of getting something back.
Indeed, that will make
you a better actress
than you ever
dreamed, Ms. Marckham.
I promise you.
- Thank you, Mr. Roarke.
- You're very welcome.
-Tattoo. -Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Well, boss, it looks like
our revels have now ended.
Indeed, Tattoo.
These our actors,
as I foretold you,
were all spirits and
are melted into air,
into thin air:
And, like the baseless
fabric of this vision,
- the cloud-capp'd towers...
- Tattoo, Tattoo.
All's well that ends well.
Let's leave it at
that, shall we?
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