[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[BELL TOLLING]
The plane! The plane!
[WOMEN GIGGLING]
- Good morning, boss.
- Good morning, Tattoo.
ROARKE: Let's go.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Smiles, everyone! Smiles!
[BAND PLAYING]
TATTOO: Boss, this young man
looks like he's ready to have a good time.
ROARKE: That he
is, indeed, Tattoo.
That is Mr. Kermit
Dobbs, a bachelor,
and high school art teacher
from Stafford, Kansas.
What's his fantasy?
To pass the weekend
with no kids around?
Oh, no, no, no, no.
In fact, he is a very
dedicated teacher,
but by his own admission,
a very mediocre artist.
His fantasy is to possess,
for hours, a real talent
so he may paint one
memorable canvas.
TATTOO: Can we do that, boss?
ROARKE: With
some difficulty, yes.
Such talent is
difficult to find,
even here on Fantasy Island.
How did we find it?
We, uh, borrowed it, my friend,
from the only available
source at this time,
a certain Mr. Patrick O'Herlihy,
who is as noted for
his amorous vices
as for his paintings.
Uh-oh.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Ah.
ROARKE: Mrs. Elizabeth
Blake from Elmhurst, Illinois.
TATTOO: Boss, does
her fantasy include a baby?
She looks like she gonna
have a baby very soon.
Very soon indeed, Tattoo.
Mrs. Blake is over
eight months pregnant.
What's her fantasy?
ROARKE: A most
wonderful and unusual one.
Her fantasy is to
look into the future...
to see the child she
would otherwise never see.
Mrs. Blake is very ill.
And she knows
she will not survive
the birth of her baby.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
My dear guests, I am
Mr. Roarke, your host.
Welcome to Fantasy Island.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
- Oh, Mr. Roarke. Come in.
- Thank you.
- You look lovely, Mrs. Blake.
- Thank you.
Are you ready to
begin your fantasy?
Yes, but I must admit,
to look into the future,
to see a time after
my own death,
it's frightening,
as well as exciting.
- I hope I can deal with it.
- I'm sure you can.
The essential thing is to
remember you are an observer.
No one will be able
to see you or hear you.
I understand.
Very well then. Will
you come this way?
That is your window
into the future.
Look at it.
Concentrate, Mrs. Blake.
[SOFTLY] Concentrate.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
ROARKE: Concentrate.
ELIZABETH: That's my house!
And that's Steven, my husband.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
STEVEN: Here, Daddy's got you.
Now, you keep pedaling
and look straight ahead.
And, remember, you're
five years old today!
And a big girl like
you will do just fine.
-Okay, Daddy. -[STEVEN CHUCKLES]
ELIZABETH: A girl.
I had a beautiful little girl.
Yes.
She's very beautiful.
Your husband named
her Liza after you.
[ELIZABETH SIGHS]
Okay, pedal now.
STEVEN: Pedal.
That's it. Good!
[♪♪♪♪♪♪]
-Daddy! -[GASPING]
Aw. Aw...
[CHUCKLES]
LIZA: Daddy, I love you.
And I love you.
[SIGHING]
They're happy, aren't they?
I knew Steven would
be a wonderful father.
I am glad you're pleased.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
This is the first
of three journeys
you will be making
into the future.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[SIGHING]
Thank you.
[SNIFFS]
KERMIT: This
collection of paintings
must be priceless, Mr. Roarke.
Van Gogh,
Monet.
Renoir.
Part of the result of a lifetime
of collecting, Mr. Dobbs.
Hmm...
What have we here?
One of my favorites, Mr. Dobbs.
Tattoo painted that one.
-No kidding. -Yes.
If I could paint that well I wouldn't
have had to save up for this fantasy.
Uh, well, it's nothing.
I just dashed it up.
Yeah, well, take
it from a real hack.
Your dash shows a lot of class.
You really don't know what this
fantasy means to me, Mr. Roarke,
a guy who's been hiding his
paintings in closets his whole life.
After this weekend, I'll
go back to what I really am.
A lousy artist.
But satisfied and content.
ROARKE: Fine, Mr. Dobbs.
But I should remind you that
satisfaction and contentment,
are qualities that arise from
within one's own character.
All I can provide for
you is opportunity.
And you will have to
provide your own dash.
[CHUCKLES] Yes.
Well, I'm ready.
What are we waiting for?
Please have a seat,
Mr. Dobbs, won't you?
Tattoo.
Um, such creative
talent, as you request,
is an extremely
scarce commodity.
ROARKE: It is so rare, in fact,
that it must be borrowed
from a person naturally
gifted with such genius.
This brush belongs to an artist
with all sort of talents.
Right, boss?
All kinds.
[CHUCKLES] Yes.
Please take the
brush, Mr. Dobbs.
Thank you.
Grip the brush.
Oh, no, no, no, no...
Very tightly, Mr. Dobbs.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Tattoo will see
that you're supplied
with paints and
other necessities.
You now have only to go forth
and transform your
genius into a work of art.
I'm an artist?
Oh, yes.
I am raring to go.
Come on, Tattoo.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
ROARKE: Are you
ready for your second look
into the future, Mrs. Blake?
Oh, yes, Mr. Roarke.
Mr. Blake has moved
into a new house.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Seven years have passed
since we saw Liza
ride her new bicycle.
She's now years old...
and, uh... there have
been some changes.
Of course.
LIZA: Daddy! Daddy!
There are my boys! [LAUGHS]
ELIZABETH: There's Steve. Steve!
[SIGHS]
Who is she, Mr. Roarke?
Steven remarried six years ago.
Her name is Helen.
The twins are their children.
I guess I'm a bit jealous.
But I'm glad, too.
They're beautiful children.
HELEN: Okay, boys,
say goodbye to everybody.
It's nap time for you.
STEVEN: You wanna give Mama...
-[KISSING] -HELEN: Yes...
Okay, boys, you say
goodbye to everybody, okay?
Bye-bye, everybody.
Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad.
- [HELEN LAUGHS]
- Sleep well, boys.
They're so well behaved.
Liza should be so
easy to deal with.
[♪♪♪♪♪♪]
What did she mean by that?
- Where is Liza?
- We will find her.
ELIZABETH: It seems so
strange to actually be here,
and yet, no one notices.
ROARKE: We are of
a different time frame,
part of the past but
invisible in the present.
[SOBBING]
Why is she crying?
Have you forgotten how
painful adolescence can be?
How even a minor problem
can become a major tragedy?
ELIZABETH: Oh, Mr. Roarke,
she's grown so beautiful.
Liza, what's wrong?
Come on, dear. Come
out and join the party.
People are wondering about you.
[SNIFFS] I don't care.
They're not my friends anyway.
Of course they
are. They miss you.
The twins miss you, too.
No, they don't.
They have you and Daddy.
They don't care about me.
[SOBBING] Nobody cares!
I'm your mother.
I care about you.
My mother's dead.
STEVEN: Liza!
Liza.
Don't you think you're
being a bit unfair?
Apologize to your mother.
I'm sorry, Daddy.
[SNIFFLING] But...
Helen isn't my mother.
[♪♪♪♪♪♪]
I wish my real mother
could have lived!
[CRYING]
Liza.
-Liza, wait! -Mrs. Blake,
you must not try to interfere.
You will break the spell.
She needs me
and I can't help her.
[SOBBING]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Now what do you say to that?
Voila!
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
HUD: That birthmark! It's you!
Maybelle?
Who painted this?
I'm the artist, sir.
What is your opinion?
Get up!
[♪♪♪♪♪]
MIKE: Deborah.
Deborah.
I'm sorry that your
impulsive gesture
caused the second
window to close prematurely.
I'm sorry, too.
But Liza seemed so
lonely and unhappy.
I have to know what
happened to her, Mr. Roarke.
There's still the third
window, Mrs. Blake.
But I remind you,
it's your last chance
to see your child.
[EXHALES] Don't worry.
I won't do anything
foolish this time.
The expression
of a mother's love
is never foolish, Mrs. Blake.
I am only concerned
that you do nothing
to cut short the last
phase of your fantasy.
I won't, Mr. Roarke.
I'm ready.
Very well.
Several years
have passed for Liza
since you last saw her.
Those years have brought
about many changes.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
What are we doing
in a place like this?
Oh, no!
Is that Liza?
Mr. Roarke, what's
happened to her?
On her th birthday,
Liza could face her
loneliness no longer.
She ran away from
home, disappeared,
to search for the
love she needs.
ELIZABETH: Love?
On this terrible street?
Oh, Mr. Roarke,
let me go to her,
let me help her.
You're asking me to
alter a fantasy, Mrs. Blake,
to make you an
exception to my rule.
But don't you see?
I can give her love.
I can help her. I know I can.
Please.
It's the only chance I'll
ever have to be her mother.
Fate has cheated you
of precious years of life.
Perhaps we can bend
the rules this one time.
But all I can give
you is hours.
- I'll make it enough.
- Very well.
For hours, you will be
part of your daughter's future.
You will be the same
age as you are now,
except you will not be pregnant.
And one more thing.
It is imperative...
that you do not reveal
to her you are her mother.
I understand.
I promise.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Mr. Roarke!
Liza!
[♪♪♪♪♪]
MIKE: Are you saying
that's not you in the painting?
DEBORAH: I'm not
saying one way or the other.
Mike, I came here
to have a good time.
Not to listen to your
macho man accusations.
Well it sure looks like
you've been having
your good time, all right.
How else could any other
man know about that?
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Maybe the artist
saw me in my bikini.
How could he, damn it?
We just got here yesterday.
How did you...
How did this artist guy...
How could the two of you...
[SIGHS]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
That really could be me.
Legs...
hair...
[SIGHING] The whole
thing is... It's all so warm,
so intimate.
All the way down
to my birthmark.
[EXHALES]
From all I have heard,
your painting is a tremendous
artistic success, Mr. Dobbs.
Are you saying
you're dissatisfied
with your fantasy?
Oh, no. No, Mr. Roarke.
I did it. I painted
my masterpiece.
But right now, I wanna
give you back this brush,
say thank you, and get the
first plane back to Kansas.
Oh, I'm sorry. I can't
possibly accept the brush.
Well, what do you
mean, you can't accept it?
You have to. My
health depends upon it.
Boss, he's not kidding.
Unfortunately, it is a condition
of this particular fantasy
that the brush remain in
the possession of the artist
for a full hours,
along with all those other
idiosyncrasies I mentioned.
Yes, but I'm not
really the artist.
And those idiosyncrasies
are gonna get me k*lled.
Wait a minute.
What if I give the brush
back to the real artist?
Yes, that would
be satisfactory, yes,
if you can convince
Mr. Patrick O'Herlihy
to accept the brush.
However, you must
realize that if you do,
to him will also go the
attention and the credit
for painting your masterpiece.
Believe me, he can
have the attention.
Now, where do I find
this Patrick O'Herlihy?
Ah...
Just take the pathway
that leads from the luau
area, you know where that is,
up into the hills, Mr. Dobbs.
You will find him there.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[CHUCKLING]
[WOMAN GIGGLING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Hey, little girl,
looking for company?
Leave her alone, you pig!
Hey! Hey! Ow!
Hey, cut that out! Cut
that out, cut that out.
You good-for-nothing,
dirty, rotten pig!
MAN: What the hell
is with her anyway?
Now, she's the kinda girl
that's going to close
this place down.
She's gonna close
this place down.
Take it easy. Come on,
Rosie, this is your job. Come on.
Make nice. Go on.
[EXHALES]
Now, um, who are you, huh?
I mean, really.
Just somebody off the street.
Yeah.
Maybe.
But that's okay.
I got ways of finding out.
Come on, now.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Boss, look.
Thank you, Mr. Roarke,
for my fantasy.
It's all I ever
dreamed of, and more!
And it isn't even Christmas!
I am delighted, Mr. Claus.
It is always gratifying
to hear from a
satisfied customer.
Satisfied? [CHUCKLES]
All these years
of giving presents,
and I finally receive
one of my very own.
What did you receive?
I'll show you.
Merry Christmas, everyone!
Oh, boss!
A truly magnificent
gift, Mr. Claus.
I never got anything
like this in my stocking.
SANTA: Just one
thing worries me.
Yes. What is it?
She could catch a
cold at the North Pole.
Dig deeper into the bag.
["DECK THE HALLS"
INSTRUMENTAL PLAYING]
[CHUCKLING]
What is a present if it isn't
gift wrapped, eh, Mr. Claus?
Thank you, Mr. Roarke!
["JINGLE BELLS"
INSTRUMENTAL PLAYING]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
O'HERLIHY: ♪ Have you
ever been in love Me boys ♪
♪ Or have you felt the pain? ♪
[HACKING]
♪ I'd sooner be in jail myself ♪
♪ Than to be in love again ♪
♪ She was just the sort... ♪
Oh, well, now, have
yourself a happy day, sir.
A question. This pen.
Would you say it's a
bit of an affectation?
Not if you're a poet.
A poet, you say.
You're a discerning man.
Yesterday an
artist, today a poet.
The world is a wonderful
place for an Irishman!
Come, lad. Come.
And share a sip of
the saint's own nectar
with Patrick O'Herlihy
himself, at your service.
Ah, it's bracing, isn't it?
Have you ever noticed, laddie,
that a jug of wine
divides itself into parts,
rather like a man's
own mind, you know?
You sip it down to the shoulder,
very serious conversation.
But about an inch more,
then comes in sad and
sometimes sweet memories.
But an inch more down,
that's when you get the thoughts
of old and satisfactory loves.
You know, that's what I
wanted to talk to you about.
That love part.
Do you now?
[EXHALES]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
KERMIT: And that's
the whole story.
Mr. Roarke explained all
about borrowing the talent.
And I'll admit that
part was wonderful.
Mmm.
For an hour or so,
I was an artist.
A taste of the
grape, laddie? Come.
But then, what Mr. Roarke
called your "idiosyncrasies"
began to catch up with me.
I can see them.
And it all begins so innocently,
just stopping by a ranch
house or a resort somewhere,
offering to paint a portrait.
And the ladies, the
ladies are so lonely.
It seems... It
seems that ranchers
and professional
football players
are always out,
busy in the fields.
And you're always
busy elsewhere.
Well that, lad, is
a gift, like painting.
In my case, you might even
want to consider it a virtue,
a humanitarian
event, you might say.
It's just that I come
across so many ladies
that are in the need of...
comforting.
What about those
two Neanderthals
who keep mauling me?
What the hell did I
paint... you paint?
A composite?
Well, now, that's a
possibility, dear friend.
You know, sometimes the ladies,
bless them, God bless them all,
sometimes they do seem
to blend in my memory.
Besides, it's difficult
to really control
the flow of true genius.
All I want to control is
the flow of my own blood.
[SCOFFS]
Patrick, take the brush back.
That's all you have to do.
Ah, laddie.
You can't imagine how heavy a
burden true genius can become.
The hell I can't!
And it's your genius anyway.
I just want you to take it back.
No!
Now, I struck a
bargain with Mr. Roarke.
I'm to have an entire
weekend of rest,
away from my romantic escapades.
And I need it. And
I plan to have...
Oh, listen. Somebody's coming.
I got you now.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[HUD GROANING]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[LOCK RATTLING]
I brought you something to eat.
A condemned woman
gets a last meal, right?
Oh, come on.
Even Vic wouldn't...
Why did you mess things up?
Because you don't belong here.
How do you know where I belong?
I just know.
I know a girl like you
must have a father
who loves her very much.
Liza,
sometimes when
parents don't seem to care,
they care a great deal.
They simply don't
know how to show it.
Please trust me.
Let's get out of here.
Both of us, now.
[SOBBING] And do what?
I'm sorry.
Liza, please. Let's
get out of here.
I can't help you.
VICTOR: I told you to stay away.
I would hate to see
you, um... disappear,
just because of some
loud-mouth dame.
I felt sorry for her.
LIZA: You know she
doesn't belong here.
Why don't you just let her go?
I got a thing for strays.
You ought to know about that.
Look.
Tomorrow is your big chance.
A special auction just for you.
I know that Eddie's
going to be there.
He's gonna be offering
big bucks for you.
We're going to split it.
You and me.
Just like I promised.
But I don't know if
I'm ready for that.
Baby, there is a first
time for everything.
I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna let the new dame
make up for all the
trouble she caused.
We'll dress her up,
and she'll go along with
you for a little moral support.
Okay?
Okay? Come on, okay?
There you go.
I've got some
business to attend to.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Darling!
[SHOUTING]
You don't need to
put on an act for me.
You knew I'd be here
waiting for you, didn't you?
Well, the way things
have been going,
-I guess I should've. -[GIGGLES]
I should probably be
ashamed of myself.
I can't remember your face
or your name, but... [GIGGLES]
New Year's Eve,
Country Club, last year.
Someone introduced
me to this artist.
Oh, wa... wait a minute.
This... [CHUCKLES]
This is all a
mistake. You see...
You've gotta get me out of here.
Oh, silly boy. It's all right.
Hud, that's my husband...
-Yeah, I know. -[CHUCKLES]
He went hunting.
Yeah, at night.
If you can believe that.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Hud!
Mmm. Mmm...
Now he's hunting for me!
Till later, my love.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
I warn you, I'm armed!
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Hi.
You were with that
football-player-looking guy.
He is a football player.
Six years all-pro.
I should have known.
Forget about him.
We're just friends.
Really.
I'm Deborah.
I'm Kermit.
-I know. -Oh.
I don't understand
how you painted
my picture like that.
I mean, even all the way
down to my beauty mark.
I'm not too sure
about that myself.
Well, I don't care.
When I looked
up at that painting,
something wonderful happened.
It was as if I could
see straight through it,
like I could see right into
the mind and the heart
of the artist himself.
Oh, no.
Look, I'm real sorry about that.
No, don't be silly.
You know,
I could actually
feel your warmth
and understanding.
Like we had known each
other for a long, long time.
As if...
we had shared our love.
[♪♪♪♪♪♪]
Deborah, listen.
I've gotta be honest with you.
You know that painting?
Well, it's...
It's one of a kind.
[SIGHS] I know.
No, I mean, I'll never be
able to paint like that again.
You better not.
That's our experience.
It's so unique.
It's like a fantasy.
That's the word.
No, no...
The word is "wonderful."
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[DOG BARKING,
INDISTINCT CHATTER]
LIZA: I'm sorry.
I guess I got us both
in a lot of trouble.
Not if I can get to a telephone.
Liza, please let me help you.
I care about you. I care
about you very much.
This is so strange.
I feel like I should know you.
And I believe you.
That's good.
Hold that thought
because it's true.
ELIZABETH: Oh, my baby.
If I could only
tell you the truth!
[TELEPHONE RINGING]
Hello.
Hello. Steven? Steven Blake?
Yes. Who's this?
Listen. I'm a
friend. Please listen.
Do I know you?
Your voice, it sounds...
Listen. Your daughter
Liza is in trouble.
You'll find her at
Lancaster Boulevard.
Bring the police.
Police?
ELIZABETH: Yes! Hurry!
Yes. Yes, all right.
[DIAL TONE]
HELEN: Who was that?
It sounded like...
HELEN: Like who?
[♪♪♪♪♪]
No.
O'HERLIHY: Ah, the
nerve of some people!
Ah, Mr. O'Herlihy.
I see you've interrupted
your little vacation, huh?
Aye, I have! And a timely
thing it is too, Mr. Roarke.
Now, borrowing me
talent, that's one thing.
But this Dobbs person
signing his own
name to my product,
well, now that's quite another!
But he did paint it.
Did he really now, Tattoo?
The signing, Mr. Roarke,
was not part of the bargain.
Of course.
Your agreement
to lend your talent
for a weekend free of
the stress of romance
can be terminated,
if you so desire.
Well, desire it, I do.
And now where do I
find this Mr. Kermit Dobbs
who signs his name to
my genius, drinks my wine,
and then disappears
into the night
- like the thief he is?
- Uh, if you'll follow me,
I think I know
where to find him.
This way, please.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Why are you so unhappy?
[SIGHS] Because...
I love you.
Oh! [GIGGLES]
I love you, too!
Why should loving me
make you unhappy? Hmm?
It isn't loving you.
It's the thought of losing you.
What are you talking about?
You mean Mike?
I explained all
that. Don't be silly.
No, no. Not Mike.
[ROARKE CLEARING THROAT]
Excuse me, Miss Dare.
Forgive the
intrusion, Mr. Dobbs,
but I think you'll be interested
to know that Mr. O'Herlihy
wishes to terminate
his agreement with me.
In short, you can be
giving me back me box
that you tried to force
upon me last night!
But... But...
I'm not sure if I want
to give it back just yet.
-Eh? -Well,
there's something that I'd
like to tell Miss Dare first.
Oh! Well the devil take
you and your Miss Dare!
I'll be having me
talent back right now!
And safe from the
hands of such... of such
a greedy amateur as yourself.
I've been looking all
over for you, darling.
Oh, no!
Wait, now. Don't be
telling me. It was Texas...
It was the Country Club.
It was New Year's Eve.
Oh, we haven't got
time for that now.
Hud has joined forces
with some football player,
and they're both
looking for you.
HUD: Wrong, darling.
We're through
looking, you Don Juan!
-We found you. -Let's get him!
Well, seems like old
times are back again! Ta-ta!
[♪♪♪♪♪♪]
Why is it that
every time I get in the
mood for a little romance,
everyone decides to run
ten laps around the island?
[CHUCKLING]
[CLEARS THROAT]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
VICTOR: Okay,
let's settle down now.
Let's settle down a little bit.
My fellow patrons
in fine arts...
[CROWD GUFFAWING]
the great moment
we've all been waiting for
has finally arrived.
May I introduce, Liza!
[CHEERING]
This choice little number
is being offered today
starting at $ , .
[MEN WHISTLING]
-Do I hear $ , ? -$ , !
-$ , ! $ , ! -$ , .
- $ , !
- $ , . Now we're warming up!
Do I hear $ , ?
-$ , ! -$ , !
-MAN: $ , ! -VICTOR: $ , !
-MAN : $ , ! -VICTOR: $ , !
-MAN : $ , . -$ , !
$ , ! $ , once...
Eddie? Eddie, come on. What
do you say? Huh? Come on.
[MEN GOADING EDDIE]
$ , !
VICTOR: $ ,
once, $ , twice...
Anybody else?
Sold for $ , to lucky Eddie!
[ALL CHEERING]
[WOMEN SCREAMING]
[PEOPLE CLAMORING]
[GROANING]
[WHIMPERING]
[SOBBING]
Baby, this never, never
should have happened!
I'll make it up to you.
I love you.
[CRYING] I love you!
ELIZABETH: She can't see me.
-Mom. -Oh, Liza.
It's okay. Shh...
LIZA: I had a friend I
wanted you to meet,
but she's gone.
Whoever she was, I know this.
If it hadn't been for her,
I never would've understood.
About what, baby?
About love.
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Thank you.
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Miss Dare, Mr. Dobbs,
how happy you both look!
And beautiful.
-I mean, Miss Dare. -[CHUCKLES]
Thank you, Tattoo.
Oh, it's been a
wonderful weekend.
And now we're looking forward
to a wonderful life together.
Congratulations.
[GIGGLES]
Mr. Roarke, just
a point of interest.
Whatever happened to
Patrick and the others?
Mr. O'Herlihy booked
passage on a ship
that left rather
unexpectedly last night.
The other two gentlemen
are still searching
the hills, I believe.
- Isn't that right, Tattoo?
- That's right, boss.
KERMIT: There's
still one other thing
I don't quite understand.
When Patrick grabbed the box,
all the others
thought that he...
You know. But...
Who can explain the mysteries
of true love, Mr. Dobbs?
Indeed, who would
really want to?
I believe you're
right, Mr. Roarke.
- Thank you.
- Goodbye Mr. Dobbs, Miss Dare.
-DEBORAH: Goodbye. -Goodbye.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
-Boss, I don't get it. -Hmm?
- What?
- What about the beauty mark
on Miss Dare's... painting?
I happen to know
that the mark was,
for lack of a better expression,
merely an ad lib
by Mr. O'Herlihy.
I assure you. He didn't
know Miss Dare existed.
Well, you could have
told Mr. Dobbs about it.
He thinks that she... You know.
It is better this
way, my friend.
Not knowing
will help him remain a most
attentive husband forever.
Mr. Roarke, Tattoo, goodbye.
How can I ever thank you?
On very rare
occasions, Mrs. Blake,
it is our sincere pleasure
to say thank you to a guest.
Your example of
courage, devotion, and love
has made this such an occasion.
Thank you, Mrs. Blake.
And now, I believe, Tattoo has
a very special memento for you.
TATTOO: The future you
have given your daughter.
ROARKE: Your daughter, Liza,
her husband,
and your grandson.
Oh, Mr. Roarke.
Through them I'm
going to live forever.
Has anyone ever been so lucky?
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