[♪♪♪♪♪]
The plane! The plane!
- Good morning, boss.
- Good morning, Tattoo.
ROARKE: Smiles, everyone.
Smiles.
[CALYPSO MUSIC PLAYING]
TATTOO: Boss, that lady acts
like she just landed on Mars.
Who is she?
ROARKE: A woman who
has done very little traveling
outside of Spain, Tattoo.
Her name is Miss Maria
Margarita Rosario Pilar
Martinez Molina Rodriguez Diaz.
Boss, what kind of parents
would give eight names
to their daughter?
Her mother named her, Tattoo,
six months before she d*ed.
Miss Diaz was then taken in
by nuns and raised in a convent.
TATTOO: Where was her father?
ROARKE: Her
father and her mother
were never married. In fact,
her fantasy is to meet him
for the very first time.
What's wrong, boss?
Possibly a great deal, Tattoo.
You see, her father has no idea
he even has a daughter.
Nor is it likely he wants one.
TATTOO: That guy looks uptight.
He looks like he
needs a vacation.
ROARKE: You're right, Tattoo.
Mr. Allen Daly has spent
the last eight years of his life
in one of the most
brutal prisons in the world.
You mean he's an ex
con? What did he do?
That's the tragedy.
Nothing. He was framed.
Framed? That's terrible.
ROARKE: Indeed. He also
believes that his best friend d*ed
in that same prison.
TATTOO: His fantasy
is to clear his name?
ROARKE: No, Tattoo. His
fantasy is to start a new life.
By finding a
fabulous lost treasure,
which a fellow prisoner
told him was buried here
on Fantasy Island.
I think he's going to need
a trustworthy guide, like me.
Yes, that's right, Tattoo.
But I'm afraid he'll need
much more than that to get him
through this weekend.
Much more.
My dear guests, I am
Mr. Roarke, your host.
Welcome to Fantasy Island.
ROARKE: Tell me, Miss
Diaz, do you know anything
at all about your father?
I only know what you
told me before I came here.
That his name is
Charles Woodruff
and that he lives right
here on your island.
- Yes.
- Hey, is there anything more
- to know?
- Oh, well, for one thing,
your father holds a high post
in the diplomatic corps
of the United States.
He has a home
here and another one
just outside New York City.
My papa is a very smart man, no?
Oh, yes, he is. You
can be very proud of him.
For eight years, I studied music
at the conservatory in Madrid.
-And do you know why? -Why?
So when I meet him, he
can be so proud of me.
Well, I can see
you're very anxious
-to begin your fantasy. -Yeah.
So, if you will come with us,
Tattoo and I will drive
you to the Woodruff Estate.
- Follow me. This way.
- Thank you, Tattoo.
I can't wait.
WOODRUFF: Tell Henry to
use Italian wine in the clam sauce.
The last time he used
a French Bordeaux
and Ambassador
Giovanni threw a fit.
[DOORBELL RINGS]
Now that can't be
the Foreign Minister.
He's a half hour early.
Oh, hello, we'd like to
speak with Mr. Woodruff...
- WOODRUFF: Roarke! Tattoo!
- If we may. Hi, Mr. Woodruff.
What a surprise!
- You've got a bigger one coming.
- This is him?
Yes. Miss Maria
Diaz, may I present
Mr. Charles
Woodruff, your father.
Papa? Papasito.
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
-MARIA: Papasito. -I told you.
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
Papasito.
ROARKE: Well, we'll
leave you to get acquainted.
I'll be back in an hour
to answer any questions
that may come to
your mind. Good day.
MARIA: Ay, Papa.
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
ROARKE: Mr. Roberts, your
friend who d*ed in that Iranian prison,
what was his name?
Lorin Robertson.
I haven't thought
about him in years.
He always had some
scheme to make a quick buck.
He had a line on
some Persian relics,
phony rug dealer.
Said we could get rich.
All we had to do is smuggle
this stuff out of the country,
back to the States.
[SIGHS]
On our last night
there, Lorin went out to...
buy some souvenirs and junk.
Cops busted in and arrested me.
Anyway, the cops discovered
a couple of these relics.
I heard later on that
they nailed Lorin, too.
Only they b*at him to death
trying to make him confess.
I'm sorry, Mr. Daly.
I didn't mean
- to stir up painful memories.
- [KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Oh, that must be
Tattoo. Uh, come in.
Er, Tattoo will be your guide.
I'm ready for the
treasure hunt, boss.
So I see.
Mr. Roarke, am I really
going to find this treasure?
All I've got to go
on is this story
from some crazy old man,
a history professor
they arrested for politics.
Oh, I assure you, Mr. Daly,
the treasure is here.
It may even contain the
legendary mask of Tenequatal...
made of solid gold
and precious jewels.
I think, uh...
this will help you locate it.
A map? Just as simple as that?
Oh, simple to find, yes.
But I must warn you...
legend says that
much of the treasure...
was sacred in nature.
This treasure will
buy me a new identity,
a whole new life.
I've got to make it.
I truly hope so, Mr. Daly.
I truly hope so.
Tattoo?
Good luck, Mr. Daly.
WOODRUFF: Years ago,
when I was starting my career...
I was assigned to
a little town in Spain.
I met and fell in love
with a beautiful woman
named Margarita. Margarita Diaz.
She was my mama.
Her parents didn't
approve of me.
They forbade her to see
me after they found out
about our romance.
Shortly after that,
I was assigned
to a little embassy
in the Middle East...
and I never saw her again.
-Oh. -Nor did I ever forget her.
I had no idea she had my child.
Mr. Woodruff? Mr. Woodruff,
I submit that this... this
woman somehow found out
about your moment
of youthful indiscretion
and fabricated
this entire story.
While researching
Miss Diaz's fantasy,
I came across this document.
It is a record of the
baptisms that took place
in that little town
in the year .
Now, here is Miss Diaz's
name. Here is her mother's name.
And here is the name she
gave, as God was her witness,
of the father.
I'm satisfied.
-ROARKE: Good. -[SIGHS]
ROARKE: I'll be leaving then.
I'm sure the two of you
have a lot of catching up to do.
Roarke, you're going
to leave her here?
Well, she is your
daughter, Mr. Woodruff.
Good day, sir. Madame.
Papa! Oh, Papa, I'm so
sorry I got you by surprise. But,
if I told you the surprise,
you would not be surprised.
Are you surprised?
- Something is wrong?
- Yes, I don't understand
- a word you're saying.
- [DOORBELL RINGS]
That must be the
Indian Foreign Minister.
Quick, do something about her.
And tell her there's
no way in hell
- she can stay here with me!
- What? What?
Papa, Papa, wait.
I love you, Papa.
I've waited all
my life to say that.
Mi Papa.
TATTOO: This must be it.
This is it. It was easy.
- I'll lead the way. Come on.
- Okay.
DALY: Now listen,
this whole place
is probably booby-trapped.
TATTOO: I know.
We better be careful.
All right. Let's be careful now.
Oh! The old man was right.
Tattoo, look at that Buddha.
That mask is pure Mayan.
The mask of Tenequatal.
You're looking at the
greatest art find of the century.
[RUMBLING]
Look at that!
Here, Tattoo, hold this.
You know what this is?
It's a coffin. You know
what they put in there?
[GRUNTS]
I'm rich! I'm filthy
rich! Give me this bag!
Emeralds! Rubies! Oh, my God!
Let me get that. Emeralds!
TATTOO: Booby trap! Watch it.
Let's get out of here.
We're going to get k*lled.
I'm not leaving
without that mask!
TATTOO: Leave the mask. Come on.
Come on, let's get out!
-Allen! -I got to have it!
TATTOO: Hurry! Hurry! We're
gonna get k*lled, come on.
Let's get out!
DALY: Run! Run! Quick, get down!
[COUGHS]
I'm sorry about
the mask, Mr. Daly.
I would cut off my right
arm for that mask, Tattoo.
But I got a king's
ransom right here.
Enough to start
a whole new life.
And I can hardly wait
to get started. [LAUGHS]
- Let's get out of here, huh?
- Yeah.
My God! Lorin!
It is Lorin.
And he's alive!
And Marion. Marion's with him.
The two of them ripped
eight years out of my life!
You know her, too?
I was in love with her.
- We were going to be married.
- I don't get it.
I'm just beginning to
get it. He set me up.
-But why? -He made his deal.
He smuggled the
stuff out of the country.
It would have been
worth a fortune.
He's filthy rich!
He's alive! And he's got her.
I'll k*ll him. I'll
k*ll them both.
Mr. Daly, you're talking crazy.
You don't want to go
back to prison, do you?
No. I don't want to do that.
I forgot...
I'm rich now, too.
I'll think of a better way.
I'll find a way to
really hurt them.
BUTLER: Would you
follow me, please?
WOODRUFF: Who are these people?
Well, this is a long
lost aunt, Gina.
-From Mexico. -Tita Gina.
[BOTH SPEAKING SPANISH]
This is the great uncle,
General Rodriguez, from Bolivia.
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
TATTOO: And this is your
cousin from Brooklyn, New York,
Rudolpho.
- Yeah!
- RUDOLPHO: How ya doin', Maria?
[MARIA CHEERING]
Well, since, sir,
you were having
such a great family reunion,
I thought why not invite
the rest of the family?
Oh, thank you, Tattoo.
What a good idea. Yahoo!
You mean these, these
gypsies are going to stay here?
Well, that's my
best kind of fantasy.
[CLOCK CHIMES]
[CLEARS THROAT]
Come in.
Well, Mr. Daly,
may I talk to you?
- Certainly. Come on in.
- ROARKE: Thank you.
Only I'm not Allen Daly anymore.
How do you like the new me?
Mr. Thomas Lacey. Very rich,
reclusive collector of
rare and primitive art.
Yes, the difference is amazing.
It's only the beginning,
Mr. Roarke. Here, sit down.
Thank you. Um...
it seems to me your
fantasy has been fulfilled
since you found
the hidden treasure.
When do you plan to
leave Fantasy Island
to begin your new life?
Well, like any other guest,
when the weekend's over.
If that's all right with you.
Oh, yes. Yes, of
course. But, uh...
Tattoo told me what
happened when you saw
Mr. and Mrs. Lorin
Robertson today.
Relax, Mr. Roarke.
Tattoo brought me
back to my senses.
Well, then, why not leave?
I can really use
this art auction
you're holding here
to help establish
my new identity.
You also know that
Mr. and Mrs. Lorin Robertson
will be there, don't you?
-A test. -Oh?
You see, if they
don't recognize me,
then nobody will.
I see.
Still, I'd like to remind
you that revenge
is a two-headed monster
that strikes in all directions.
Good day, Mr. Daly.
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]
- Papa, hola, Papa.
- Hello, Maria.
-Hello -Mrs. Pomperoy...
What do you say,
C.W? Hey, hey, hey.
Nice wheels you got out back.
You know that limo of
yours? Gets up to , flat.
And you know that tune
up your Rolls needed?
Doesn't need it anymore. Ah!
You mean, you? Mrs. Pomperoy!
Why? Why? I don't
understand what you are talking!
Never have I witnessed
such an outrage.
What you have done is
immoral. No, it is perverted.
What for you are
getting so excited?
All I do is put
a little hot chili
in your fancy sauce.
It doesn't hurt nothing.
Hot chili in a bearnaise?
In my bearnaise?
Sacre bleu! You should
be guillotined slowly.
Mrs. Pomperoy!
POMPEROY: I'm
here, Mr. Woodruff.
- What's going on here?
- Ever since she arrived,
it has been absolute havoc.
They're like a swarm of locusts
hovering, wreaking havoc,
him in the garage,
her in the kitchen, him...
Him in the ozone. Oh, all right.
And her... her everywhere
butchering the language
of my forefathers.
It has been horrible. No
wonder they're all quitting.
Quitting? Who's quitting?
We are, sir, the entire
staff. We can take no more.
But you can't. The
party tomorrow.
The Italian Ambassador.
What will I do?
b*mb, I should think, sir.
And astonishing good
luck to you. Come, staff.
LACEY: Well, how's
it coming along?
Well, from your description
and the one in this book...
it's the best I can do.
LACEY: Ah, it's excellent.
Okay, but I don't know if I
can have it made by tonight.
I'll give you another
, dollars,
but it has to be
ready by tonight.
You got it. I'll
get started now.
LORIN: This is the
real mask of Tenequatal.
I hear it was
excavated by some kids
when they were trying to
build a play fort or something.
- MAN: This is lovely.
- The workmanship is exquisite.
What the hell would you
know about art, darling?
Especially something
as beautiful as this.
Sorry. Please, excuse me.
I don't know if this will
make you feel any better,
but I happen to agree with you.
The workmanship on
that mask is exquisite.
Well, how do you do? I'm
Thomas Lacey, collector.
I'm Marion Robertson.
I didn't mean to startle you.
Why, no, it's not that.
It's just that you remind me
of someone I used to know.
Well, I guess we all see ghosts
from our past now and then.
Ghost, yes.
May I get you another drink?
That one didn't last too long.
I don't think so.
I better be getting
back to my bungalow.
May I walk you?
All right.
LACEY: Tell me
about your husband.
MARION: He was
different at first...
there when I
needed him the most.
This isn't my bungalow.
No, it's mine.
Sometimes two people
meet, they know everything
there is to know
about each other.
-Don't you agree? -Please, stop.
Why should I? I see
the same loneliness
in you that I felt.
Yes, I am lonely.
And I'd like to think that Lorin
would miss me and be worried.
But he won't.
Then what's to stop us?
Charge, muchachos! A
la carga! A la carga! Eh!
Charge! Charge!
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
Tattoo, I am beginning to think
that maybe my uncle is
what you call loony-toony.
He's going bananas.
- TATTOO: I know what you mean.
- Tattoo, I was so wrong
for coming here.
I make my papa so unhappy.
Look, I know a way to make
your daddy happy again.
You and your relatives
are going to take the place
of his servants.
-We can? -TATTOO: Yes.
You know your Aunt Gina,
how she cooks so well?
Well, she can cook for
the party this afternoon.
And my uncle in his uniform,
he looks so snoopy
doopy. He will be the butler.
Right. And your Cousin
Rudolpho can park the cars.
Right. And I will be the maid.
Oh, Tattoo, you are a genius.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome. Look,
the boss and I, we're invited
to the party this afternoon.
I'm going to be there to
help you if you need me.
I'm got to go now, okay?
Okay. You are a genius.
Good idea. Thank you so much.
Oh, Maria, if somehow
something goes wrong,
remember, that was your idea.
Okay, Tattoo, but,
what can go wrong?
[CLOCK CHIMING]
Would you believe
me if I told you...
I love you?
You haven't answered me yet.
Why don't you just get dressed?
What's wrong?
We had our time
together, now it's over.
Why is it over?
LACEY: Look at it
from my point of view.
Future in a married woman
that sleeps with anyone.
You're not just anyone, Allen.
Allen, I knew it
was you all along.
When did you know?
When I first saw you...
I knew.
But you looked so different,
you pretended not to know me.
But if I'd had any doubts...
they'd be gone now.
Damn it, Marion...
why did you marry him?
Allen, you just disappeared.
I was so hurt.
- Lorin was there to comfort me.
- [LACEY SIGHS]
Oh, and I bet you were
easy to comfort, weren't you?
Why are you doing this?
Why did you pretend
that you still care for me?
Lorin took you away from
me. Now I'm taking you back.
You mean last night was revenge?
Just call it anything
you feel like.
I thought we still had a
chance. I never loved Lorin.
Never.
Good. Then you won't
mind if I show the world
that your famous
art expert husband
is a fake and a fool?
Right now, I don't
care what happens
to either one of you.
You're two of a kind.
MARIA: Hello. You
and Papa are back?
Finding servants
on such short notice
proved impossible.
Oh, dear. Why are
you dressed like that?
Because we are going
to be Papa's servants.
You can't be serious!
You are serious. Well,
I will simply not allow it.
Why... why you
should all be locked up.
I have a better
idea. I'll show you.
What are you doing?
Unhand me, you brute.
Mrs. Pomperoy, this party
is very important to Papa.
We cannot let you call
it off. You understand?
You can't wait on decent people.
You know nothing about decency.
Now everything is
going to be just fine.
You know what I'm going to cook?
I'm going to cook albondigas
en salsa de chile chipotle.
- Es delicious.
- Over my dead body!
- Don't push your luck, lady.
- Don't you talk to me that.
Okay, we'll be right
back. We'll be right back.
You come back here!
How dare you? Let me out!
LACEY: Did you find
out what Mr. Robertson's
net worth is?
Five million.
Very good work.
I've already put the
money in your account.
The legendary gold
mask of Tenequatal,
excavated only days ago,
here on Fantasy Island.
It weighs pounds
and is cast in pure gold,
with cut rubies in the eyes
and emeralds thought
to represent tears
just below the eyes.
AUCTIONEER: The bidding
on the mask of Tenequatal
will begin in a few moments.
How's the action
going, Mr. Robertson?
- You bought anything yet?
- Oh, just a few minor pieces.
Have we met?
I don't know, have
we? I'm Thomas Lacey.
Of course, everyone
in the business
knows Lorin Robertson.
Oh, thank you. Too
bad you came so late.
Some of the good stuff's
already been auctioned off.
Well, I'm just
interested in one piece.
The mask.
Oh, I see. Well, you got
good taste, old buddy.
But I'm afraid you made
a bad choice. You see,
I intend to have that
mask at any price.
Well, I guess we both
mean business, then?
[LAUGHS] I hope you brought
enough money with you.
'Cause no one knows
who the seller is,
but they want cash on
the barrelhead, you see,
- and all sales are final.
- I heard.
Well, I hope you
brought enough cash, too.
But then it doesn't
really matter.
I want that mask.
I'm prepared to
outbid any offer.
AUCTIONEER: All right,
gentlemen and ladies,
you know of the mask's
antiquity and importance.
You also know the value of
the gold and the gems alone
dictates a minimum opening
bid of , dollars.
Do I hear an offer?
One million dollars.
Thank you,
Mr. Robertson, the bid
is now one million dollars.
Well, I guess this is where
the men are separated
from the boys, huh?
- Three million dollars.
- AUCTIONEER: Three million.
- Three-five.
- AUCTIONEER: Three million
five hundred thousand.
Three million five
hundred once. Three million
-five hundred twice... -Four.
AUCTIONEER:
Four million dollars.
Four million once,
four million twice...
Four-five.
Four million five
hundred thousand dollars
going once.
- Four million six.
- AUCTIONEER: Four million six.
- Four-seven.
- AUCTIONEER: Four-seven
for Mr. Robertson.
Four million nine.
AUCTIONEER: Four million
nine hundred thousand dollars.
Four million nine
hundred thousand
that's the bid, Mr. Robertson.
Five million dollars.
Ladies and gentlemen,
the bid is five million dollars.
Five million dollars.
Getting a little bit too
rich for your blood?
- AUCTIONEER: Five million once.
- A little too rich.
AUCTIONEER: Five million
twice. Five million three times.
Congratulations.
Sold to Mr. Lorin
Robertson of New York
for the sum of five
million dollars cash.
[ALL CLAPPING]
Well, I always get what I want.
Sorry about that, old buddy.
Yes, I'm sure you
get what you deserve.
If you'll excuse me.
AUCTIONEER: And that
concludes today's auction
on Fantasy Island.
Thank you for coming.
Would you care for
an hors d'oeuvre?
No. No. No. No. Uncle,
it is not hors d'oeuvre.
It is champagne.
Listen to me. "Would
you care for champagne?"
What's he doing?
What are you doing? Why
are you dressed like a maid?
That's what I am, Papa,
for the party. We are
going to be your servants.
But Mrs. Pomperoy
canceled the party, didn't she?
I think the guests
are starting to come.
Cousin Rudolpho
is parking the cars.
[TIRES SCREECH]
[CAR HORN HONKING]
Hey, Papa, where you going?
To get dressed. And
then, no doubt, to my grave.
- WOODRUFF: Mrs. Pomperoy!
- Papa, please.
WOODRUFF: Mrs.
Pomperoy, where are you?
[SNIFFS]
LORIN: Well, I've
staked everything I own
on this little beauty
right here, ma'am.
Between the tour and the
resale, I figure I'm going
to double my
investment. Thank you.
Did you ever find out who it was
that sold you the mask?
Ah, Mr. Lacey, how are you,
sir? No, no, never did find out.
The money was put into a
numbered Swiss bank account,
that's all I know.
I guess that doesn't really
matter now, anyway, does it?
Oh, but it does matter.
You see, that anonymous owner...
was me.
Wait. Wait a minute
here. Now, I don't get that.
Now, if the owner was you,
why would you
put it up for auction
and then bid against
yourself, huh?
I think these press releases I
prepared for the wire service
will explain it.
It's going to ruin your
professional reputation.
Just wait a minute. What
are you talking about?
- Let me see that.
- See, they prove
that Lorin Robertson,
famous art collector,
an expert...
- bought a fake.
- Now, you hold on just a minute.
Oh, and by the way,
there is a real mask
right here on this
island and I've seen it.
But you never will.
Ah, thank you all for coming.
Appreciate the interview.
I'll just take you to the door.
Bye.
I don't understand.
Why?
-Why? -Yeah, why?
Didn't you even miss
your wife last night?
She was with me.
Oh, and oh, that was
sweet. But this is sweeter.
Now, you just wait a minute.
Who are you, mister...
Allen.
Oh, Lord, I should have known.
I also should have
k*lled you in Iran.
- Too late for that.
- Well, I don't know about that.
Yeah, macho man, huh?
Well, I got news for you.
Marion doesn't know
about you being in prison.
I told her you were k*lled
in an accident over there.
She always loved you,
Allen. She still does.
So, you see, you're
still a dang fool.
Have a nice day, old buddy.
[g*n COCKS]
The Secretary of State
is very anxious to set up
a meeting...
Uh, meeting. Excuse me.
- Little hopeless. Excuse me.
- Señor Roarke,
everybody's frowning.
I think we need some music
to cheer things up a little bit.
Splendid idea, Miss
Diaz. Have a seat.
Okay.
- Mr. Woodruff, please.
- What is she doing now,
- Mr. Roarke?
- Oh, she's going to entertain
- your guests.
- This is hardly the time
and place for a hootenanny.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
♪ Chiquitita tell
me What's wrong ♪
♪ You're enchained
By your own sorrow ♪
♪ In your eyes there Is
no hope for tomorrow ♪
♪ How I hate To
see you like this ♪
♪ There is no way
You can deny it ♪
♪ I can see that you're
Oh so sad so quiet ♪
♪ Chiquitita you and I know ♪
♪ How the heartaches
come And they go ♪
♪ And the scars
They're leaving ♪
♪ You'll be dancing once
again And the pain will end ♪
♪ You will have no
time For grieving ♪
♪ Chiquitita you and I cry ♪
♪ But the sun is still in The
sky and shining above you ♪
♪ Let me hear you sing once
more Like you did before ♪
♪ Sing a new song Chiquitita ♪
♪ Try once more
Like you did before ♪
♪ Sing a new song Chiquitita ♪
♪ Try once more ♪
♪ Like you did before ♪
♪ Sing a new song ♪
♪ Chiquitita ♪
She's good. My
daughter's very good.
[UTENSIL CLANKING]
Dinner is ready. Come
and get it, everyone.
In the dining room and
get ready for to chow down.
♪ Ninety-nine bottles
of beer On the shelf ♪
♪ Ninety-nine
bottles Of beer... ♪
Well, bon appetit!
[COUGHS]
[COUGHS]
MAN: My mouth is on fire!
Imbecile! If this is your idea
of a joke, I am not amused.
Come, Josephine, andiamo!
We are going to
leave this place.
Wait! Mr. Ambassador...
please, my dear friends,
I can explain everything.
Please, friends!
[ALL COUGHING]
WOODRUFF: Mrs. Giovanni,
I can explain everything.
It was a... Ladies and gentlemen,
it was a terrible mistake.
But, uh... Please.
Oh, did you see what
just happened in there?
I could very well be drummed
out of the diplomatic corps.
This whole thing is your fault.
Yours and that overzealous,
underbrained man Friday here.
-[TIRES SCREECHING] -[CRASHING]
Hey, why don't you
look where you're going?
Delinquente!
You see, why couldn't you
have left well enough alone?
I'm ruined, Roarke! Ruined!
Oh.
I'm so sorry, Papa.
[MARIA SOBBING]
Ruined, Mr. Woodruff?
I would say that depends
entirely on your values.
I suggest...
you examine them very carefully.
Tattoo.
ROARKE: I'm sorry,
Mrs. Robertson,
but there are no flights
out until tomorrow morning.
I just can't stay here
any longer, Mr. Roarke.
Roarke, I've got to find...
- Marion?
- I have nothing to say to you.
Oh, Marion I'm so sorry.
I thought that you knew.
That you were part
of this frame up.
I spent the last eight
years of my life in prison.
Lorin framed me so he
could have you to himself.
It's true. He was falsely
accused of smuggling.
And, I'm sorry, but...
he's right about your husband.
I thought you were dead.
He told me you were.
DALY: Oh, I know that now.
If you'll excuse me, I, uh...
just remembered something
very important I have to do.
I would have done
anything to get you out.
I would have waited forever.
I'm sorry. I love you so much.
I love you, too.
I never stopped.
Well, hello dear friends.
I saw Mr. Roarke leave,
so I thought I'd join you.
- Put the g*n away, Lorin.
- Listen, I want that mask.
Look, it's way too
dangerous. Forget it.
Allen, I've got
nothing more to lose,
don't you understand? Move.
Easy does it.
Well, what are you
waiting for, old buddy?
Get on up there and get it.
DALY: I'm telling you,
Lorin, this whole place
is booby-trapped.
[RUMBLING]
[CHUCKLES]
Now, that wasn't too
difficult, now, was it?
Get it on down here.
Give it to me.
The only one who's
getting out of here alive
is yours truly.
Come on, Lorin!
MARION: Allen?
Lorin, don't be a
fool! Leave the mask!
-MARION: Please! -Come on!
Let's get out of here! The
whole place is caving in!
[MARION PANTING]
Let's get out of here!
WOODRUFF: Right
foot, there you go.
Oh, my good... There they are!
Lock them up before
they strike again!
Oh, we are leaving.
Mr. Roarke and Tattoo,
they will take us
away right now.
Oh, bless you. Bless you.
We leave because I have come
to know why my mother loved you.
You are a good
and important man...
with many good
and important things
ahead for you.
I leave because I love you.
Maria, please try to understand.
May I be the first to
say good riddance?
Mr. Woodruff needs you as
much as... Oh, excuse me,
as about as much as the
Titanic needed ice cubes.
I like that. Ice cubes. I
mean, look around you...
Mr. Woodruff is a very...
Excuse me, a very wealthy man.
He could have anything he wants.
Now don't you think that
if he wanted a daughter,
he'd have had one by now?
Mrs. Pomperoy.
We leave right now.
Maria? Maria, please.
Maria? Everything Mrs.
Pomperoy said is true.
I'm a very ambitious
and successful man.
But she just made me realize
that the reason why is because,
what Roarke said is also true.
I'm dedicated to my
work because I don't know
anything else.
Ever since I met
and lost your mother...
I've been trying to make
myself believe that...
loving someone and being
loved wasn't important.
But that isn't true.
Maria, it would please
me very much if you'd stay.
Papa? Oh, Papa,
you really mean it?
WOODRUFF: Yes. Yes.
But, Papa, what about Tita Gina
and my great uncle
and Cousin Rudolpho?
Yes, they can stay, too. And
may God help us all, please.
RUDOLPHO: All right!
[SOBS]
-Mr. Roarke. -Mr. Daly.
Uh, Mrs. Robertson,
I am terribly sorry
about your husband.
His greed just finally
caught up to him.
At least I found Marion
after all this time.
We've got a lot of
catching up to do.
Yes. Love is the best
cure for all the ailments
of our lives.
- Good luck to you both.
- Thank you.
- Ah, Mrs. Pomperoy...
- A lovely experience.
- I am so glad. Gina.
- Thank you so much.
Yes. I enjoyed it
very much. Goodbye.
-Encantado. Por nada. -Bye.
- Adios, Rodolfo. Buena suerte.
- Bye.
General? General?
This way, please.
General.
Senor Roarke,
muchisimas gracias.
You made my Papa
and me very happy.
Oh, it was my
pleasure, Miss Diaz.
Well, Mr. Woodruff, it
appears you've inherited
an entire family, huh?
Yes, I have. And believe
it or not, I don't really mind.
Did Miss Pomperoy get
over her hangover yet?
Shh.
She hasn't quite gotten
over any of this yet, Tattoo.
Well, good luck to all of you.
- Thank you.
- I'm going to kiss you.
We're going to need it.
Thank you very much.
Thank you so much.
Muchas gracias, Tattoo.
Thank you. Bye! Bye!
Ah! You know, Tattoo,
this is my kind of fantasy.
-Boss, that's my line! -Hmm?