[♪♪♪♪♪]
The plane! The plane!
-Bye-bye. -ALL: Bye.
[WOMEN GIGGLING]
- Good morning, boss.
- Good morning, Tattoo.
Mr. Roarke, good morning.
- Good morning, Julie.
- Hi, Julie.
Good morning.
Ah, would you mind if
I don't come with you
-to the plane? -Why?
Well, Tattoo asked
me to locate a horse
for Ms. Talbert's fantasy.
Ah, yes. Ms. Talbert,
who wishes to lead
the Charge of the Light Brigade.
Boss, she's over pounds.
You're absolutely right,
Tattoo. A -pound woman
doesn't sound like a
"light" brigade, does she?
And I am certain a
horse would agree.
Well, Julie, continue your quest
and, uh, report all
progress to me, huh?
Oh, I will, Mr. Roarke.
-Bye-bye. -Good-bye, Julie.
Shall we, Tattoo?
[PEOPLE LAUGHING]
Smiles, everyone. Smiles.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
ROARKE: Ms. Sally Harris,
a telephone answering
service operator.
TATTOO: She's cute.
What's her fantasy?
To meet the man of her dreams.
Or to be more
precise, three men.
She's in love with three men?
ROARKE: In a
sense, she is, Tattoo.
You see, Tattoo, Ms.
Harris knows them,
and yet she doesn't know them.
They all know her, and
yet they don't know her.
In short, none of them
has ever met face to face.
It's very complicated.
ROARKE: If complicated
were the worst of it,
Ms. Harris would
not be about to face
the most difficult
period of her life.
TATTOO: Oh, what nice
kids. They look happy.
ROARKE: Mr. Jason
Martinique and his sister Beth
have not seen each
other in many years.
Not until today.
Martinique, that
sounds familiar.
Yes, they are the children who,
after being shipwrecked on
the north end of Fantasy Island,
were adopted and
raised by Mr. Martinique.
Martinique.
Isn't he the farmer
and his housekeeper
- who d*ed such a horrible death?
- Yes, Tattoo.
Their fantasy is to find
out what actually happened
on that fateful night
when Mr. Martinique
and his housekeeper
were m*rder*d.
Unfortunately,
they will find that...
some events are
best left unknown.
Particularly, this one.
My dear guests, I am
Mr. Roarke, your host.
Welcome to Fantasy Island.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Well, this is where
we must part.
You will find signs leading
to your uncle's house
along the route.
Thank you, Mr. Roarke,
I remember the way.
Before you go, I must remind you
that despite the consequences,
you are on your own
once your fantasy begins.
Regardless of the outcome,
it cannot stop
until it has reached
its own conclusion.
Oh, we'll be all right.
-Won't we, Jason? -Sure.
I can't wait to
see the old house.
Remember one thing,
whatever the circumstances...
you do have each other.
Thank you, Mr. Roarke.
-Bye-bye. -Good luck.
Thank you.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
SALLY: Hi, it's me, Ben.
Only one message today.
Your shirts are ready.
BEN: Oh, Sally, it's hopeless.
Nobody's gonna
buy my screenplay.
SALLY: Don't say
that. It's a good story.
You're a good
writer. Just be patient.
You have to give
it a little time, Ben.
- Ms. Harris.
- Oh, Mr. Roarke, hi.
You seem nervous. Is
something bothering you?
I've been thinking things over.
It was a mistake coming here,
and I'd better leave before
it becomes a disaster.
Those three men are
gonna take one look at me
and know I'm not
who they thought I was
over the telephone.
And they'll be right. I'm
just a put-on, Mr. Roarke.
-Uh, may I? -Oh, please.
Ms. Harris, you must
have confidence in yourself.
SALLY: Hey,
lover-boy, it's : .
JACK: Sally baby, why
don't you just come over here
and kiss me awake?
SALLY: Jack, I'd
be there in a minute,
but we are two sexual animals.
We'd tear each other apart.
Mr. Roarke, I'm a
sensuous woman to Jack.
Tony likes my business mind,
and Ben thinks I'm
a writer's best asset.
Don't you see?
As long as I'm a
voice at the other end
of a telephone
answering service,
I can be anyone.
But face to face...
You said they want to marry
you, and you also care about them.
Ms. Harris. Ms. Harris...
You are a lovely woman.
Your problem is perhaps a
lack of self-confidence, you see.
However, I have arranged
it so that they will see you
exactly as each envision you.
Exactly.
Sorry, I can't go
through with it.
Oh, but my dear Ms. Harris,
your fantasy has already begun.
-You mean they're here? -Yes.
-The three of them? -Of course.
-Already? -Yes.
TONY: I don't know
which deal to take,
that's why I'm calling you.
-Well... -Tony.
TONY: Do I go with the
three buildings in Houston
or do I take the
Dallas transaction?
Wait a minute, wait
a minute. How...
We bought an option in Dallas.
How can they make
us another offer?
Our position is legally firm.
ROARKE: I have arranged
it so that they will see you
exactly as each
envisions you. Exactly.
SALLY: Tony likes
my business mind.
TONY: That option,
binding on all parties
until its termination date,
which, if my memory
serves me correctly,
is more than a month from now.
Believe me,
they're just bluffing.
All I'm trying to do is
stall for enough time
till I can figure out what to do
with these three
buildings in Houston.
You've been working on
Houston too long to pass it up.
Uh, go with Houston.
-Sally. -Hello, Tony.
-It isn't you, is it? -Mm-hmm.
-But it is, it's you. -Mm-hmm.
I can't believe it. Right here,
when I need you, as always.
What are you doing
on Fantasy Island?
Well, you might say
I'm looking around
- for another situation.
- Fantastic, you got it.
You remember the...
the project in Brazil?
You said stick to your g*ns.
Well, it's working perfectly.
It's great to hear your
deals are going well, Tony.
I always knew they would.
Our deal, Sally, ours. I
can't do it without you.
Never could.
And now that I
see you like this,
I knew it would be like this.
Look at you, you've got
- a smashing business appearance.
- [PHONE RINGING]
You'd be a big asset
to any corporation.
Edwards, um...
Yeah, on the, uh...
Hold on, hold on, the, um,
the Tennessee figures...
You said you weren't interested.
Not interested.
Nope, that's what I said.
I have to, uh, get to a meeting,
but can we get together later?
-I'd love it. -[PHONE RINGING]
Lilac Bungalow.
Uh, Edwards, hold on please.
Sally, I have something
very important to ask you,
and I'm sure you
know what it is.
Hello.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[BIRD SQUAWKING]
- [WOMAN SCREAMING]
- [TIRES SCREECHING]
That tree's been
standing for years.
- Let's go on in.
- No, Jason, wait.
- I'm afraid.
- It'll be all right.
Come on.
-[DOOR SLAMS SHUT] -[GASPS]
- I'm sorry.
- Oh, gosh, you frightened me.
[HEAVY BREATHING]
[SCREAMS]
You all right?
Jason...
Chain's rusty.
No, no, no.
Before it fell, it...
- That sound, it was...
- It was nothing.
It was the wind.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
JACK: So I said to
her, you keep the car
and I'll settle for
the insurance.
-[LAUGHING] -SALLY: Jack!
JACK: Then she said
she didn't care for that
as a matter of policy,
so I told her that it
may not suit her policy,
but from here on out,
it's the company policy.
[LAUGHING]
I've got a lot more
where that came from.
ROARKE: I have arranged
it so that they will see you
exactly as each
envisions you. Exactly.
SALLY: I'm a sensuous
woman to Jack.
JACK: It's a fairly
large business account.
I've got a fleet of secretaries,
um, who I'm in, uh...
constant, you know,
constant touch with.
And, um, there's
not really too many...
places in the world.
Champagne?
Oh, no, I think I'll
have a sexy little drink,
the one with the
umbrella on top.
Excuse me, I,
um, I'm... I'm really
not trying to pick you up,
but, don't we know each other?
Let me blow in your ear, Jack.
Sally.
Sally... Sally Harris.
Sally, Sally,
Sally... Oh, my God!
I can't believe this!
Look at you, um...
I can't believe... I mean,
I'm actually holding you,
touching you... Come here.
-[KISSES] -Easy, lover.
-Yeah. -We're on exhibit.
Ah, I know, I'm sorry,
I just can't help myself.
I mean, I...
You are beautiful.
I mean, you always
sounded beautiful, but I mean
you really are more
than I imagined.
Why did you keep
me away so long, huh?
-[GROANS] -Hey, hey, hey, Tiger.
Slow down.
Whatever happened to - ?
Oh...
The redhead. Well,
that's... It's all over.
You were right, as usual.
Absolutely not my type. I...
Jack! Are you coming?
Yes, I'm... I'm coming.
Would you give me a
chance to ease her out,
- and I'll be right back, okay?
- I'll be around.
You better be.
'Cause now that I've seen you,
I'm never ever gonna
lose you. And we...
are gonna discuss a
very serious arrangement.
Oh, Mr. Roarke! I'm
in absolute heaven!
Tony wants me to
be his partner for life.
And Jack insists that we'll
never be separated again.
Oh, excellent.
But what about Mr. Ben Daniels?
You did want to meet all three
before making a
decision, didn't you?
Oh, yes, that's right.
Yes.
Gee, how will I ever choose?
Oh, I am confident
you will find a way.
Thanks, Mr. Roarke.
Boy, do you know
how to deliver fantasies.
[THUNDER RUMBLING]
What's the matter?
What's that smell?
That lovely fragrance?
It's Uncle Rich's
favorite flower.
-That's impossible. -No, it is.
It is.
I remember.
Ms. Barrens use to pick it
every day from the garden.
Beth, cut it out.
Okay, I smell it, too.
It is the flower.
[HEAVY BREATHING]
You know what I remember
the most about that flower
as a child?
Contrast.
I mean, it was so...
It was so soft and lacey and...
Ms. Barrens was
so prim and starched.
I don't think I ever saw
her out of that gray dress.
[GASPS] Jason, the fresh flower.
Now, stop it!
But it's out of season.
Any flower can
bloom in a hot house.
You're being
ridiculous, Beth. I...
-[SCREAMS] -[THUNDER RUMBLING]
Oh!
Jason, I saw him,
I saw Uncle Rich!
He was sh*t! It was
awful! He was bloody!
Beth, Beth...
-[KNOCKING ON
DOOR] -Come in. Got to.
What? It's Connecticut.
They're balking on
the final agreement.
You said it wasn't important.
Well, just try to, uh, try
to get something in return.
Just don't blow the
deal, okay? Bye.
How did I ever
manage without you?
Tony, I'm really not
good at business.
I just listen to some
message information
and I'm able to
look at the situation
from a distance.
Don't tell me
about Sally Harris.
I've known you for too
long from the other side
of a telephone. From now on,
you and I are gonna
knock the business world
on its ear, together.
-Is it a deal? -Sure, Tony.
But isn't there more to
life than just business?
Sally, I'm asking
you to be my partner
in business and in life.
The two of us all the way.
My connections and your brains.
- My schemes and your good sense.
- [PHONE RINGING]
-Tony, I... -Hello?
Uh, hold on. Albert Steen.
Brussels, remember?
Make them repeat every point.
Lucas, give me all the details.
No, no. No, you've...
You've got to get the
extended coverage.
Well, first you ask to
see the letter of credit.
Why not?
Lucas, we asked for
that six months ago.
Well, then why'd...
Well, ask him today.
No, you just go in there
and ask him, that's all.
[THUNDER RUMBLING]
-[DOOR CREAKS] -[BETH SOBS]
-[ENGINE STALLING] -BETH: Start!
Start!
Oh!
Beth, listen to me!
I searched the house.
There's nothing in there!
- Jason, we saw them dead!
- I saw something, Beth.
Obviously, I did
not see a corpse!
Please, don't use that
superior big brother voice on me!
There's something
terrible in that house!
Look, I'm not
puttin' ya down but...
But maybe it's just
coming back to us.
We know they were
found in that room,
and being there, subconsciously,
the fear of it must have
triggered our memory.
I don't even wanna
know what happened.
Neither do I, but let's
go back in the house.
We'll start a fire,
in the morning,
we'll get this car
running. Okay?
Jason, please.
Please don't leave me!
Why would I do that?
Look, I'm your big
brother, aren't I?
Now, come on.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
SALLY: Jack, no.
-You know what? -What?
You are so
unbelievably luscious.
- Jack...
- And we go together so well.
-I... -Why?
Why did you put off
meeting me in person?
- Hmm?
- Well, to tell you the truth,
- I had a strange feeling that...
- Shh!
I don't care, I don't care.
We're together now.
Jack, please, wait.
You're right.
We've danced long enough.
Let's, uh, let's go to my room.
I'll... I'll have some
champagne sent there.
-Hold it. -What?
- You're moving way too fast.
- Too fast?
Come on, we've known
each other nearly three years.
I mean, we've talked every day.
You've pulled me through
some pretty traumatic situations.
Come on, time's a-wastin'.
Jack, I don't wanna
go to your room!
You don't wanna go to my room?
I passed up a good thing
because of that super
come-on you gave me at the bar!
Oh, thank you, boss.
JACK: You were the
one blowing in my ear
on the phone, remember?
I mean, what... what is
it? What was all that about?
Oh!
Oh...
Oh, I am terribly
sorry, Mr. Simon.
The hotel will take
care of your cleaning bill,
naturally, but I am so sorry.
Come, Ms. Harris, you are
late for the cabaret show.
How clumsy of me,
please forgive me.
What are you staring at?
You.
You've grown into a
very beautiful woman.
Well, thank you.
I didn't think brothers
noticed things like that.
So tell me about your job.
Well, if I accept, I'll
be Overseas Manager.
That means a
long stay in Europe.
Well, you'll meet new people
and, um, you'll see new places.
New romances. [CHUCKLES]
From your letters,
I didn't think
you ever let college
interfere with your social life.
I was a kid then.
And now you're a
very serious adult.
Now, don't laugh. I
know what I'm looking for.
I guess I just
never found anyone
I like to be with as
much as my own sister.
- Uh, you enjoying life?
- [CHUCKLES] Yeah.
-I, um... -[HEAVY BREATHING]
I have to b*at 'em off
with sticks! [GIGGLES]
Oh, kings and princes and
movie stars, you know, I...
have to b*at them all off.
And then there's
school, if I have time.
In other words, uh...
You're not in love and
you never have been.
Something like that.
Jason.
Do you think that
they were lovers?
Uncle Rich and Ms. Barrens?
I guess anybody can.
All alone.
Way out here.
I keep wondering why two
people would die so violently?
Why they would turn on
each other so passionately?
It had to be a lover's quarrel.
What do you think?
Beth.
It was us.
SALLY: My fantasy's not at
all what I expected, Mr. Roarke.
Oh?
To Tony, I'm just
a business asset,
and I'm not sure Jack
really understands
that there's more
to me than just a...
-A seductress? -Yes.
Well, that's what you were
to him on the other end
- of the telephone.
- But I only did that
because I thought
that's what he needed.
-Oh, I see. -But, Mr. Roarke,
I came here to get them
-to know the real me. -Uh-huh.
But all they see is what
they've always seen.
Maybe they'll never see
beyond the telephone.
Yes. But, Ms.
Harris, don't forget
there's still one more
voice for you to meet.
And you might as
well meet him right now
before you lose your
nerve completely.
Perhaps, he'll be the one
who sees you as you really are.
-Ben. -Ben, yes.
The one you describe as
gentle and sensitive. Remember?
Well, he's seated right there.
Go ahead, Ms. Harris.
Meet your third mystery voice.
Okay. But if I don't like him,
I'll just pull his
plug, all right?
Oh, absolutely.
Will you excuse me?
ROARKE: I have arranged
it so that they will see you
exactly as each
envisions you. Exactly.
[TYPEWRITER CARRIAGE CRANKS]
Listen, we're through.
No, no, it doesn't work.
It doesn't work,
it doesn't work!
Why not let Clarissa be the one
to walk out on
Marcus in this scene?
Hi there, it's work
time, Benji baby.
Roll that paper in the machine
and let me hear the
old keys bangin' away.
- That voice. Sally?
- It's me, Ben.
- I don't believe it.
- Believe it.
I come here to get away
from the world, and you're here.
I thought you could use
some encouragement,
like on the phone.
Then stay on the phone.
Just because I hire
your answering service
doesn't mean that you
can inv*de my privacy.
- How did you find me?
- Oh, Ben, I didn't mean to do...
Just leave me alone!
Just leave me alone.
And, from now on,
stay on your own side
of the telephone,
where you belong.
One moment, please.
May I help you, please?
Thanks, I'll ring his office.
- Good morning, Mr. Roarke.
- Good morning, Ms. Harris.
I wasn't aware that you had
come to Fantasy Island to work.
Oh, you know, busman's holiday.
Thank you for
waiting. I can ring now.
I'm just taking
over for the regular
- while she's on her lunch break.
- Oh, I see.
I'm sorry, that
line is still busy.
- Would you care to wait?
- Now, really, Ms. Harris...
Excuse me.
I'm sorry, Mr. Ogilvie
won't be in today.
You're welcome.
- Sorry.
- Oh, no, that's all right.
I was just going to say that
this is not what your fantasy
was supposed to be.
Well, maybe it is, Mr. Roarke.
Listen, you've been great.
Please don't be upset.
I'm used to disappointments.
-I just plug 'em out. -I see.
Then we must try something else.
There's no need.
May I help you?
Certainly, Mrs. Evans,
I'll put you right through.
Ohh, it's so much easier
being behind a switchboard.
Anonymous.
Wouldn't it be wonderful
if we could just plug in
a little caring here and
a little laughter there?
Plug out the pain.
Ms. Harris, there are two
kinds of people in this world.
The givers and the takers.
All of your life, you
have been a giver.
I think it's high time
for you to reach out.
For what? They don't want me.
They want the person
I was on the phone.
Then make them
want you for you alone.
One man is right for you.
Find out which one
and make him see it, too.
But in order to do that,
you must become involved.
You can't live your life
as a disembodied
telephone voice, can you?
Think about it, huh?
[IGNITION CLICKING]
It's no use, the battery's dead.
That means we're stuck here.
No, we're not.
I'll find a phone.
We were supposed to
call Mr. Roarke anyway.
You'll never find
a phone, Jason.
You'll never start this car.
Something is keeping us here!
Okay. So we'll stay
here and face it.
Mr. Roarke said it won't
end till we work it out.
-[MAN LAUGHING
MANIACALLY] -Jason, no! Don't!
Jason!
- WOMAN: Stop it! Don't laugh!
- Who are you?
[WIND BLOWS]
[DOOR CREAKING]
The windows!
[BETH SHRIEKS]
This house hates us! Why, why?
We know you're in here!
Why do you wanna k*ll us?
Come out, do you
hear me? Show yourself!
Ms. Barrens!
-God, it is Ms. Barrens. -[SOBS]
I hate you! I hate you both!
Beth, Beth.
- It's okay, Beth, it's okay.
- Oh, Jason.
Oh, Beth.
It's okay.
-Tattoo. -Hi, boss.
- What's going on?
- I'm into karate.
I'm trying for my black belt.
-Watch this. -Uh, Tattoo...
that is a very thick
piece of wood.
Are you certain that, uh...
Don't worry, boss,
it's a piece of cake.
Yeah! [GROANS]
With all due respect, I'm
afraid your piece of cake
still has the icing on it.
Back to the drawing board, boss.
Jason, look, I know it
was our fantasy to find out
what happened, but please,
I can't handle this anymore.
Please, let's get out of here!
Beth, Beth, we're on
the far side of the island.
We're miles and miles away
from anything or anyone.
-We'll start walking. -Look.
We can see it through.
MS. BARRENS: Why
have you come back?
Ms. Barrens!
What do you want from us?
We liked you, we
always liked you.
MS. BARRENS:
It was all your fault!
I hate you! I hate you both!
I k*lled Richmond,
and I'm gonna k*ll you!
[CLOCK CHIMES]
The time.
It's late. Richmond's
coming home.
Get out, get out!
Now, now. Back to bed.
Children should not
be up at this late hour.
Let's see.
The flowers are on the table.
My hair, how's my hair?
Do you like my dress?
It's new, you know.
Congratulate me, Ms. Barrens.
I bagged six pheasant today.
Wait till I tell the children.
-MS. BARRENS: Richmond... -Huh?
I love you!
I know it sounds
crazy, but I've...
I've been wanting
to tell you for so long,
and I can't hold
it in any longer.
I've loved you...
since the day I first came here,
and I always will.
Do I understand you correctly?
You love me?
Me?
You and me?
-[RICHMOND LAUGHING] -No.
No! Don't laugh!
No, please don't do that to me!
Listen, listen. No, wait, wait.
Wait a minute, you
don't understand.
No, without you, I
don't want to live!
You don't understand!
-[g*nsh*t FIRES] -[SCREAMS]
[MS. BARRENS WAILING]
[GASPING]
I...
I meant I was, I...
What I wanted to say...
I love you, too.
I've k*lled him!
The only man I could ever love!
No.
No, it wasn't that way.
It was an accident.
Ms. Barrens, it was an accident.
Both deaths were accidents.
In your pain, you had
closed it from your mind.
Remember now.
The g*nsh*t.
The children upstairs.
They were your
first concern, always.
You ran up, hoping
to shield them
from the sight.
In your haste...
you slipped and fell.
He loved me.
Richmond said he loved me.
They can go
together now in peace.
Now that they,
too, know the truth.
-It's over. -Not quite.
Before your fantasy can
be completely fulfilled...
there is one more vital
piece of information
I must share with you.
- Will you come this way please?
- Yeah.
Hey, Sal, where were ya?
A lot of deals came
up, including Brazil.
I finalized the whole project.
See, you really can
function without me.
Listen, lady.
You helped close the
most fantastic package
of my life. I want
you to know that.
-Tony, tell me something. -Yeah.
Is there more to
our relationship
than just business?
Well, after ,
phone conversations,
is that all you
think we're about?
Okay, so when do we leave?
Well, would you believe
one major complication?
Sure you would, you've
been there with me before.
Complication?
Biggest deal of my life,
and the guy I'm working
for thinks that women...
belong out of business
and in the kitchen.
I mean, I can't take you with me
until this deal is closed. It
should take about six months.
I'll, uh...
I'll talk to ya on
the phone, a lot.
-I'll think it over. -Sal...
Don't think me a louse
for leaving ya out of it.
You? Never. You're
a businessman.
I'll say one thing for you.
I know, you couldn't have
done any of it without me.
When I get back to
New York we'll, uh...
we'll set up some
new projects, okay?
Stay in touch, I'll call ya.
[PHONE RINGING]
ROARKE: It was a violent winter.
One of the worst we
ever had on the island.
The seas were treacherous,
ships foundered up
and down the coast.
There were two shipwrecks.
Yes, um, first you landed.
And then you came
ashore a few nights later.
There were no other survivors.
What are you trying to tell us?
- You mean...
- Yes, Ms. Martinique.
You are not related.
Why weren't we told?
Why didn't he tell us?
Your Uncle Rich intended to
tell you when you were older.
Now, try to understand,
he was a simple man.
A bachelor suddenly accepts
the responsibilities
of a father.
Ah, he thought it would
be less of a problem
to raise you as
brother and sister.
Jason.
You're not my sister.
I can say it at last.
I love you, Beth.
I always have.
Oh.
Fantasies often work in strange
and wonderful ways, Tattoo.
Indeed.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Sorry, you've just
been disconnected.
You can't hang up on me now.
Sally.
Sally, I came to
apologize for being so rude.
And...
Oh, I don't know.
I don't have
anything else to say.
For a writer, you get
an awful lot of blocks.
Okay, I'll elaborate
on the scene. I'm sorry.
Look, all those
times on the phone,
I know what I said, "I
want you, I need you."
And in a way it,
uh, it was true.
No, Ben. No more hiding.
Either it was true or it
wasn't. And obviously it wasn't.
When I saw you, I panicked.
You see, Sally...
writers don't get involved.
- They stay on the outside.
- Write that in a play,
and they'll laugh
you off the stage.
Writers are observers.
Like Marcus, the hero
in your screenplay?
No wonder your
stories don't work.
There's no involvement
in them, either.
I am getting to that, I said.
When?
-I will call you. -Don't.
-I always call you. -No, Ben.
I will no longer live my life
behind the safety
of a switchboard.
From now on, I'm going to
plug into life directly, for real.
There are givers and
there are receivers.
What?
Oh, I don't know.
Something someone said
to me, and it made sense.
I guess I'm ready to receive.
So don't call me.
Unless you're ready
to give for a change.
[SIGHS]
- Where am I going?
- I don't know.
I guess you're
walking out on me.
Like you're doing
with your career.
Sally, I love you.
- Sure, as a story collaborator.
- No, any way I can get you.
I always have.
Hey. Hey, that gives me an idea.
You're right.
This is a great way to tie up
the last scene in your script.
- When Clarissa comes back.
- And she's at a loss for words.
- Like I am now.
- Of course, it's wonderful.
"Marcus..." You
have a pen? Great.
"Marcus..."
So simple, Marcus
is writing himself.
That's because Clarissa can
now accept him graciously.
What's wrong, are
you stuck for an idea?
No.
Just that you look very nice.
Which one of me looks nice?
The sexpot, the business woman,
or the story collaborator?
The future Mrs. Ben
Daniels, that's who.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
He just got another story idea.
And you have found
what you were looking for.
A guy who loves me for myself.
Thank you.
You also find who you
are. That's important, too.
Tattoo, I'll answer
your phones, any time.
[CHUCKLES] Merci.
I'm, uh, sorry.
Oh, that's all
right, Mr. Daniels.
Uh, will you send us
tickets to your next play?
- The next ten after that.
- Well, I'm delighted.
- Thank you.
- You're very welcome, sir.
-Bye-bye. -Bye-bye.
At last she made a phone call
and didn't get the wrong number.
[CHUCKLES] That's right.
[WOMEN GIGGLING]
Mr. Roarke, we've been
so much trouble for you.
Oh, my dear young
people, you cared enough
to untangle the threads of
your past, and by doing so,
you freed two
couples last night.
You deserve a happy future.
Mr. Roarke, I accepted
that job in Europe.
Why don't you send me a
loaf of bread from France, huh?
All right.
And I'm going along with Jason.
I'll finish school abroad.
I am very happy for both of you.
- Mr. Roarke, thank you.
- You're welcome, Mr. Martinique.
-Tattoo. -Good-bye.
-Good-bye. -Bye-bye.
Good-bye.
[WOMEN GIGGLING]
Boss, I would like to
show you something.
Follow me.
-Ta-da! -Tattoo, not again.
Don't worry, boss.
This time I've got
everything under control.
Watch this.
[SCREAMS, GROANS]
Tattoo...
you should take
up a different sport.
Perhaps, a less painful one.
GIRL: Tattoo.
I was watching
you from over there.
That's not the way
you break the board.
Hi-ya.
That's how you do it.
Bye.
Showing off.
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