Transcripts - Forever Dreaming

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[BELL RINGING]

The plane! The plane!

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

- Good morning, Boss.
- Good morning, Tattoo.

Let's go.

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

[POLYNESIAN MUSIC PLAYING]

ROARKE: The former
Miss Karen Saunders

of Cheverly, Maryland

and her brand-new
husband Mr. Brian Holmes,

who also happens
to be the director

of the company Miss
Saunders has inherited.

Since her mother's
death several years ago,

she had made every effort

to solve a dark
mystery in her life.

- Mystery, Boss?
- ROARKE: Yes, Tattoo.

It seems that for
some unknown reason

Miss Saunders' mother
kept the whereabouts

of her child's father a
total secret from her.

And despite her efforts
to find a trace of him,

all has failed.

Now, as a last resort,

her fantasy is that
here on Fantasy Island

the one cloud in her
life will be removed,

the mystery of her father's
disappearance will be solved...

and the book of truth

will at last open
its pages to her.

Mr. and Mrs. Fred Cooper.

They have enjoyed a
loving and happy marriage

for almost six years.

But lately, they have
both felt a disconnection,

a growing apart they've
been unable to stop.

Don't they love
each other anymore?

Oh, on the contrary, Tattoo.
They love each other very much.

That is why Mrs.
Cooper has agreed

to indulge her
husband's fantasy.

- TATTOO: What is it?
- His fantasy is to recapture

the magic of the early
days of their marriage.

Mr. Cooper is confident

that recreating the way
they were will also rekindle

the unquenchable
passion they once knew.

However, I have
my doubts, Tattoo.

I'm afraid the Coopers may
be in for some nasty surprises.

My dear guests, I am
Mr. Roarke, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

TATTOO: Boss, Mrs. Holmes.

She would like to talk to you
about something very important.

By all means. Please
come in, Mrs. Holmes.

Have a seat, won't you?

Now, what can I do for you?

I've come to ask you
a favor, Mr. Roarke.

Well, I sincerely
hope I can grant it.

I never told Brian
the real reason

why I insisted on coming

to Fantasy Island
for our honeymoon.

Excuse me. Do I
suspect correctly

that your husband does
not share your enthusiasm

to discover the truth
about your father?

Yes. That's the one
thing we disagree on.

I see.

Brian feels that it's a
waste of time and emotion.

That what my mother told
me about my father is enough,

that he abandoned
us, he didn't care.

- Maybe your husband is right.
- KAREN: Maybe he was.

But I remember my
father so differently.

Not his face or
what he looked like,

but how kind and
gentle he was to me.

I'll never forget that.

- I want to know the truth.
- I understand.

And what is the favor you
would ask, Mrs. Holmes?

That Brian not know
about my fantasy

until the time is right.

Your favor is
granted, Mrs. Holmes.

And when the time is right...

I promise, you
will know the truth.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Boss, is something wrong?

Wrong? [SIGHS] No,
Tattoo, nothing is wrong.

It's just that Mrs.
Holmes is so young.

She has not yet
learned that truth

is a two-edged sword
that cuts both ways.

FRED: Oh,
Mr. Roarke, this is great,

but when does my fantasy start?

DOROTHY: Watch out, Mr. Roarke.
We're going into a fog bank!

ROARKE: Relax, Mrs. Cooper,
it's all part of your fantasy.

FRED: When do we
get to see our old house?

ROARKE: Patience,
Mr. Cooper, patience.

Here we are, Mr. Cooper.

Bluebell Lane,
completely restored.

By the way, your luggage

is already waiting
for you inside.

Well, I hope you'll find it
as congenial as you did

when you were first married.

[FRED LAUGHS]

It's real all right, Mr. Roarke!

Look, honey.

It's the old place just
the way it used to be!

There's the tree the
woodpeckers almost k*lled.

DOROTHY: Oh, boy.

Ugh, and the gate.

The gate that I
had to make myself

because the carpenter
was too expensive.

[CHUCKLES]

[GASPS] Well,
I didn't believe it,

but it's real all right.

[SIGHS] Gate and all.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I do have other
guests to attend to.

May I wish you both
the very best of luck.

Goodbye,
Mr. Roarke. It's perfect!

Remember how it used to be here?

How we breezed

through everything
no matter what?

Whenever a problem
came up we couldn't solve,

we simply made love.

We did a lot of that, didn't we?

VIC: Hey, Freddie boy! Dottie!

The lovebirds have
returned to the nest!

Welcome home.

Can you imagine? Vic
Fletcher right next door

just like it used to
be. Isn't that great?

That's fantastic.

Oh, Freddie boy! Freddie boy!

-Good to see you again. -Hey!

Just like old times. You...
You both look terrific.

- Hey, say hello to Myra.
- Hi, Myra, how are you?

Hello.

Well, somebody must
have twisted the chairman

of the board's arm to get
him to come back here.

MYRA: Are you kidding?

The minute Vic heard about
it, I couldn't keep him away.

-I can see why. -Right.

VIC: Just having
Dottie next door again

is worth twice the
expense of the trip.

Have you forgotten, Freddie?

I knew Dottie long
before you even met her.

And I'm still mad for her!

[GRUNTS]

Some things never change.

Love thy neighbor.

That's my favorite
commandment...

Fred.

VIC: Oh, well...

Oh, well, I guess Myra
and I will leave now

and let you guys unpack.

Hey, yeah, listen.
Why don't we have

lunch together? Honey,
remember those great lunches

you used to rustle up?

Uh... Sure.

Why don't I go burn something
just for old times' sake?

Yeah, burn up plenty.
Around you, I'm always hungry.

See you later.

DOROTHY: Oh, boy.
Sex in the suburbs.

[CHUCKLING] See you.

I know Vic's a little much,
honey, but just imagine him

coming all this way
just to help us out.

We didn't have much
when we lived here,

but that's okay 'cause
we had good friends.

Best of all, we had each
other, come rain or shine.

[EXCLAIMS]

FRED: It's the a*t*matic
timer all fouled up

just like it always was.

[BOTH EXCLAIM]

[LAUGHS]

Ah, Mr. Roarke.

This is the one my
superiors have ordered me

to deliver into your custody.

I have the necessary
papers here if you'll sign them.

Remove the chains.

I think it is better,
Mr. Roarke,

that I give you the key.

You can then remove
the chains yourself

after the prisoner
has been secured.

I said, remove them. This
man is now in my custody.

Chains are for
dangerous animals.

In our country, for murderers.

We shall return in
hours for this one.

Good day. Sir.

Mr. Noah Jansen,
welcome to Fantasy Island.

A remarkable
transformation, Mr. Jansen.

It's more than just the
clothes, Mr. Roarke.

Or the shower, or the shave.

It's knowing there are
no guards out there...

that a man can walk to
the end of the pathway...

or clear down to the
sea if he wants to.

Just because he wants to.

Fifteen years in
a foreign prison

gives a man an appreciation
for little things like that.

Why, Mr. Roarke?

Why did you have
me brought here?

I'm a convicted m*rder*r.

I have no influence,
no money, no future.

That's all gone now...

with my friends and family.

So, I can't be of any use
to you or anyone else.

You are wrong, Mr. Jansen.

Or to use your real
name, Mr. John Saunders.

You can be of use
to your daughter.

No. I don't have a
daughter. You're mistaken.

No, Mr. Saunders,
I'm not mistaken.

And I've gone to a great
deal of trouble to bring

both you and your
daughter to Fantasy Island.

And I can tell you that
her most ardent wish

is to solve the sad
mystery of her life

and find her long, lost father.

Even if what you say
is true, it won't work.

God knows, you can
understand that it's too late.

Oh, it's never too
late, Mr. Saunders.

Out of her love for you,

your daughter seeks
to know the truth.

I can provide her
with this opportunity.

Whether she is indeed
to learn that truth...

well, that's entirely up to you.

I wouldn't even
know her if I saw her.

-My own daughter? -Yes.

Life has not been
kind to either of you.

But I will introduce
you to her as a guide,

as Mr. Noah Jansen,
whose duty it will be

to drive her about
the island sightseeing.

That will give you
time to observe her,

to talk, to adjust,

and make your own decision
as to what you wish to do.

What is she like?

[TONGUE CLICKS]
Oh, she's a very sweet

and lovely girl,
Mr. Saunders. Yes.

[INHALES] But why
not see for yourself now?

I should mention

that she is here
on her honeymoon

with her husband,
Mr. Brian Holmes.

-My little girl? -Yes.

It's hard to imagine
her married.

I know.

Then she must be very happy.

I sincerely hope
so, Mr. Saunders.

I sincerely hope so.

I don't remember it being
so small and old looking,

but it's solid.

You know, they don't
build them like they used to.

I forgot about the termites.

Remember those drapes?

I was so proud about them.

They were the first
pair I ever made.

Until I found out the neighbors
could see through them

at night when we
turned the lights on.

We should have sold tickets. I
guess we put on quite a show.

- Do you remember what you said?
- What?

You said, "Let them look.

It'll only make them jealous
to find out how happy we are."

Dorothy,

I know things have
gone wrong somehow,

but I love you more
now than I ever did.

[LAUGHS] Forgot
about the airport.

Using the same old runway.

Mr. Roarke didn't
forget about a thing.

Damn it!

WOMAN: Darn airplanes!

Can't even get a
nap around here.

Oh, if I'm interrupting
you kiddies, just say so.

And I'll march straight
back to my room.

You know, I don't
like to be in the way.

Why, Aunt Bella,
what a surprise.

Oh, I hope so. When
Mr. Roarke told me

that my favorite
nephew and his wife

were coming here to
reminisce for the weekend,

I just locked up my condo

and came straight
to Fantasy Island!

Oh.

You didn't forget that I
used to live with you here,

-did you? -No.

How could we forget
a thing like that?

We're happy to have
you here, Aunt Bella.

- That's right.
- Well, if you'll excuse me,

I'll start getting lunch ready.

And I'll pitch in and
help you, Dorothy dear,

just as I used to, after my nap.

Now then, call me, kiddies,
if there's anything you want.

I only want to be useful.

Well, I guess things
weren't as idyllic

as I remember them,
but it was nice, Dorothy.

I'm sure about that, aren't you?

Damn.

There is your
daughter, Mr. Saunders.

Beautiful, like her mother.

All the wasted years.

And for what?

Mr. Saunders, you
were a prominent man.

Wealthy, successful.

Didn't your wife know
what happened to you?

Oh, yes. She knew.

After I was convicted,

she said it would have
been better if I were dead.

She would never tell
Karen what really happened.

So that's her husband?

It's a bit late for me
to play the father role,

but he's just a bit
older than I expected.

Perhaps, she feels the
need for an older man

in her life, Mr. Saunders.

-Excuse me. -Mr. Roarke,

- what a nice surprise.
- Thank you.

Mr. and Mrs. Holmes,
again my congratulations.

And as a special
newlywed service

of Fantasy Island, may I
introduce Mr. Noah Jansen,

who will serve as your guide

and chauffeur
during your visit here.

Hello.

I'm very happy to know you.

[PHONE RINGING]

-Hello. -Is that you, Lisa?

Well, who else answers
your private line, darling?

So tell me, how's the
honeymoon going?

Is she as good as me?

No. And we got
some real trouble.

Oh, she's that bad, eh?

Well, can't you just train her?
You're awfully good at that.

Shut up, damn it!

Her father's here
on Fantasy Island.

That's impossible.

I'm telling you he's here.

Roarke just
introduced me to him.

But how did he get
out of that prison?

I don't know.

[SIGHS] What did Karen say?

I don't know why but...

he hasn't told
her who he is yet.

Well, he's bound to get
around to it sooner or later.

He's gonna tell her everything.

Did he recognize you?

No. The plastic
surgery's got him fooled,

just like everyone else.

All our plans, all that money!

- You've got to do something.
- Yeah, I intend to.

She wants to be with him,
so I'll reunite them both...

-in death. -What?

What else?

I'm going to k*ll them both.

VIC: Well, a lot has happened
in five years, Freddie boy.

You've done very
well at the company.

Not bad, Vic. Not bad.

Oh, you could have
done a lot better.

Now, if you'd hitched
your wagon to my star,

if you would have
followed me to Cleveland,

like I wanted you to,
let me be your guide,

- you'd be vice president by now.
- Never mind about work, Vic.

- Tell them about the party.
- Oh, yeah.

Uh, we've got a lot of friends
flying out from back home,

about eight couples.

All members of
Swingers International.

Did you say swingers?

Swingers? I used to
dance with the best of them.

Benny Goodman. I
had all his records.

[LAUGHS] Oh, well.
We really have a ball.

MYRA: If you know what I mean.

VIC: Hey, that's for sure.

And you're both
invited as my guests.

Tell me, what kind of a party
is this going to be exactly?

Well, it's a private
party. For adults.

Oh, you'll meet
some plus people.

I mean, people of
power and influence,

including some
members of our board.

I didn't bring my tux. What
are we supposed to wear?

Whatever turns
you on, Freddie boy!

[BOTH LAUGH]

Excuse me, I'll get dessert.

I'll give you a hand.

You sit tight, Aunt
Bella. Have another beer.

Thank you.

- You know, Dottie I. I've al...
- Ah, Vic, I...

- I don't like to be pawed.
- Oh, come on, Dottie.

Hey, when you and
Freddie boy moved in here...

[CHUCKLES] ...you
made love so often,

it's a wonder you
found any time to eat.

You keep forgetting,
Fred's my husband...

and I'm his wife.

Well, what you
don't understand is

I'm just trying to
help you, that's all.

- Oh, how?
- Well, I want you to relax.

Ease those old tensions.

You know, Vic, I really think
I'm beginning to understand you.

I knew you would.

Hey, come on, babe.
I read what's going on.

The lovebirds are getting
bored with the old cage, right?

You're ready to fly and
I want to fly with you.

Thanks, Vic. You're all heart

but Fred and I will
figure it out together.

Uh-uh.

Freddie boy wants that
vice presidency real bad.

Now, I can get it for him.

Providing you point a little
bit of that frustrated libido

in my direction.

Now, you think
about that, pussycat.

[SMOOCHES]

Mm. [LAUGHS]

How's that good old cherry
pie coming along, huh?

Tastes all right to me.

BRIAN: Enjoying
yourself, darling?

KAREN: Oh, it's wonderful.

I can't wait for my
fantasy to begin.

Oh, Mr. Jansen, Mr. Roarke said

to be sure not to
miss Pele's view.

JOHN: It's right up ahead, miss.

JOHN: Here we are.

Follow me, please.

Be careful. Watch your step.

You know, I don't think
I'd ever get used to a place

being so absolutely beautiful.

You more than add
your own contribution to it,

Miss Saunders.

You're a flatterer,
Mr. Jansen. I love it!

Oh!

Paradise must be like this.

Isn't it breathtaking, Brian?

You know, when
I was very small...

I took a trip to
Hawaii with my family.

It was just like this.

High up on a cliff...

overlooking the sea.

[SIGHS]

My father, he carried
me up on his shoulders...

and it seemed like...

I could see forever.

It was so beautiful.

Just like this. What do
you call that, deja vu?

I'm afraid, uh,

I'm what you used
to call a romantic.

If we're lucky,

we all have memories
of something beautiful.

Mr. Jansen, could I
ask you something?

Of course.

Have we ever met
anywhere before?

[CHUCKLES] I know
it seems strange, but...

I feel that I remember
you from some place.

You are a romantic, Karen.

But I'm sure Mr. Jansen's
had that question put to him

by any number of
attractive young ladies.

- KAREN: Oh, I'm sorry.
- Hey, I was just kidding.

Mr. Jansen, this wild beauty

has really aroused
the boy scout in me.

Tell me, how long do
you think it would take us

to hike back to the hotel?

You know, as the crow flies.

Brian, I'm not dressed for
that. This is swamp and cliffs

and you're going to get lost.

Not with Fantasy
Island's best guide along,

right, Mr. Jansen?

A couple of hours,
I would think.

There you are. I'll
meet you at the bar.

Have a dozen frozen
daiquiris on order for all of us.

Already you're impossible.

Take good care of him.

-Bye. -Bye.

Well...

lead on, Mr. Jansen.

Honey?

I thought you were napping.

I was worried about you.

I told everybody you
were just worn out

from your trip to
Fantasy Island.

Vic and Myra were
very understanding

and Aunt Bella
even did the dishes.

You got a headache, right?

Yes, you're the
headache, Fred Cooper.

[EXHALES]

I know this project
hasn't gotten off

to a very good start, but,

what we're looking
for is here somewhere.

We can start all over again,

- be just like we used to be.
- Oh, don't you understand?

If it is the way it used
to be, it's not what I want.

You weren't here when
the garbage disposal

ate the silverware.
And you were away

on a business trip
when the furnace blew up

and I was vacuuming
wall to wall soot for a week!

How could I be here?

I was out working my
tail off to take care of you!

I...

I know how hard
you work, Dorothy.

Believe me, I tell myself
everyday how lucky I am

to have found someone
as wonderful as you.

Oh, no, I...

Making love isn't going
to solve what's wrong.

I don't even know
what is wrong! Damn it!

Well, wait a minute!
Do you realize

this is the first argument
we've had in five years.

When we were first married,

we used to have
fights all the time.

Fights? Who needs fights?

We're mature now.

Mature? I don't even
know what that means!

Being adult, grown-up.

Fred, do you ever
notice how Vic...

keeps pawing me, making passes?

Vic? What's that
got to do with us?

- He's your friend, right?
- He is my friend and boss.

Well, your friendly boss
just made me an offer

he thinks I can't
afford to refuse. Me!

In exchange for a
vice presidency for you.

Fred, in plain old
everyday words,

if I allow him to
make love to me,

you get the job.

Well, Vic's always kidding.

You can't take him seriously.

Well then, why does he
want to get us involved

with that swingers' party?

That's just another
one of his gags.

They'll probably turn out to be
a bunch of sedate businessmen

and their fat wives.

Oh, come on, honey. Please.

No, you only see what you
want to see, Fred Cooper!

Well, maybe you're
in for a big shock!

Maybe that's the only way
you're gonna see the truth!

[SIGHS] Oh!

Dorothy, honey!

We're not lost, are
we, Mr. Jansen?

No.

That's one of the nice
things about a volcanic island.

As long as you go downslope,

you'll always reach the sea.

Then it's just a matter of
up coast or down coast.

BRIAN: I'll remember that.

It's quicksand. We'd
better go around.

[GROANS]

Why?

I don't know how you
got out of prison, John,

but you made a
mistake coming here.

-A big mistake. -You know me?

Not know the man who k*lled me?

Look close, John. Look close.

It's you!

-You set me up! -Yeah.

You disappeared and
made it look like I k*lled you.

[GRUNTING]

BRIAN: With all the
money I stole from you,

I bought into your company.

Your coming here has
changed everything, John.

Sooner or later, Karen
would find out who you are

and everything
would start to unravel.

Explaining away two
fatal accidents in one day

is going to be a problem
but I have no choice.

I'm going to give you
one consolation, John.

You and Karen will
finally be together again.

Right here.

Forever.

This will relax you,
honey, you'll see.

You still don't know

what you're getting
into, do you, Fred?

Sure. A hot tub in Vic's
backyard. [LAUGHS]

He had it installed
especially for the weekend.

Good old Vic, always
wants to share everything.

-Good evening. -Hey, hi.

Ah, come on in, you guys.
Make yourself comfortable.

How's the water?

Oh, it's very warm
and very sexy.

[LAUGHING]

He's got shorts on.

So, this is how the top
executives relax, huh?

Well, you better get
used to it, Freddie boy.

- Right, Dottie?
- Whatever turns you on, fellas.

Isn't this cozy, Fred?

Mmm. So warm and secure.

The water caressing
and touching your body.

Touching is a language.

It's a way of communicating
things that words can't express.

Fred.

Communicate.

Freddie, you're bashful.

I'll get you a drink, baby.

-Oh, no, no, no. -I'll get it!

When you make up your mind,

you don't fool around,
do you, pussycat?

Well, neither do I.

Hey, Freddie boy. I got
a little surprise for you.

I doubt it.

Well, in a couple of hours,
at the swingers' party,

I'm going to make
an announcement

that you're gonna like.

If need be, I'll give him
two vice presidencies.

Oh, there you are, kiddies.

-I made you some cocoa. -Oh, no!

Ah, it's very thoughtful
of you, Aunt Bella.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Auntie Bella's a swinger?
Remember Benny Goodman?

Make sure that that
girl doesn't catch cold,

- Freddie.
- I'll keep an eye on her.

Thank you, Aunt
Bella. Thank you.

Cocoa. Isn't she adorable?

[GLASS SHATTERS]

-Happy? -Oh, yes. [LAUGHS]

Except there's
something I must tell you.

Not another man already?

No. You know better than that.

It's about my father.

What about him, Karen?

That everything my
mother told me about him

was probably true.

That he was a terrible man
that had done something awful.

And that I was wasting
my time worrying about him.

What's your point, Karen?

That I insisted on
coming to Fantasy Island

because Mr. Roarke promised
me he would help me find the truth.

And?

That's just the trouble.

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

I've been thinking
about your problem, too.

I mean, I've been
thinking about how much

clearing it up
really means to you.

I'm sorry. I haven't
been very understanding.

But tomorrow we'll go
see Mr. Roarke together.

And I promise you
we'll do nothing else

for as long as it takes
to either find your dad

or find out what
happened to him.

Oh! Now I'm really
happy. Thank you, darling.

But right now, I
know this little path

that leads to a very
romantic lagoon.

It's probably the most
beautiful view on the island.

Well, if it's not too crowded.

No. Promise.

We'll be all alone.

Mr. Saunders, what
happened to you?

I'm all right, Tattoo. My
daughter, have you seen her?

She was here a moment
ago with her husband.

Do you know where they went?

- No, is something wrong?
- He means to k*ll her.

Freddie boy is
sure taking his time

about getting here.

He had a meeting
with Mr. Roarke.

Maybe he has
decided not to come.

But he must know
I'm gonna make him

vice president of
the company tonight.

Well, perhaps,
he thought it over

and found out what
he'd really be celebrating

would make him sick.

Sorry to disillusion you,
babe, but look who's here.

Sorry I'm late.

Well, we were
just going to dance.

- Weren't we, Vic?
- Let's swing, pussycat.

Freddie baby.

Excuse me.

- I'm cutting in.
- Not now, Freddie boy.

Hey, look. The
rules of the club say,

husbands and wives
do not dance together.

So get lost, will you?

Not until I get my satisfaction.

Oh, I get it. Sure.

Satisfaction you want,

satisfaction is what
you're gonna get.

Come on.

Eh, all right, hold it, hold it,
all you happy, happy swingers.

I got a little announcement
I'd like to make.

But first, I want you to meet
my good old buddy, Fred Cooper.

And the lovely lady
he's married to. Dottie.

[CROWD APPLAUDING]

Now, what I've got to
say is of great concern

- to the both of them.
- Let me tell them.

Uh, he's about to offer me

a vice presidency
in the company.

[CROWD APPLAUDING]

And all he wants
in return is my wife.

[AUDIENCE LAUGHING]

I know that doesn't
come as a big shock

to all you people, all
you happy swingers.

But I happen to love
and respect my wife

more than anything
in the whole world.

Good old Vic
here, in my opinion,

isn't worth the
dirt under her feet.

And I want him and all of
you to know he can take his job

and his company
and stuff them both!

Hey, now, wait a
minute. Now, listen...

I've got a lot of making
up to do if you will let me.

Oh, will I?

Fred. Wait a minute.

Wait a minute. Listen.

Look, I had that coming.

And you were right,

you were absolutely
right about everything.

Look, I've got a lot of
making up to do, too.

I mean, to both of you.

Somewhere down the
line, I hope you'll let me try.

I mean that.

I really mean that.

Brian, it's so muddy.
I'm ruining my shoes.

It's just a little
farther, darling.

Honey, let's go back.
No view's worth this.

- I'm sorry, Karen.
- What's the matter?

I didn't mean for
it to end this way,

I want you to know that.

What is it? What
are you talking about?

Brian! What are you doing?

I have no choice, any
more than the last time.

Brian, you're hurting me!

Quicksand hides everything.

Brian, what's the
matter with you?

-No! -[GRUNTS]

John! John! Please, John!

Oh! Oh! Please! Oh!

For God's sake, help me, John.

You took years of my life...

but you're never gonna
harm my daughter!

Never!

John!

-Help me. -Why?

I treated you like a son.

Why? Why?

Tell her!

I want my daughter
to know the truth.

Tell her about that night
on the yacht with my wife.

-Tell her! -He caught us.

Your mother and me together.

And there was a fight.
Afterwards, I... I disappeared.

Disappeared. And the police
charged me with his m*rder.

They said I got rid
of his body at sea.

And then you came
back with a new face.

Well, they can't convict me
twice for k*lling the same man.

Oh... Oh, John!
John, John, help me!

-[GRUNTS] -For God's sake.

KAREN: Father, you can't!

Please help me, John! Help me!

KAREN: You're not a k*ller.

Help me, John!

I'm sinking. Help me.

Please. Help me,
John. Help me! Help me!

I said, when the
moment is right,

you will know the
truth, Miss Saunders.

This has been that moment.

What you have
heard is the truth.

You have found your father.

My father.

[SIGHS]

[POLYNESIAN MUSIC PLAYING]

Mr. Roarke. Tattoo.

Mr. Roarke, we want you to
know we won't forget to bring

our problems out into
the open from now on.

Yes, we're going to
fight for our marriage

twice a day, if we have
to, so we can make up.

[LAUGHS]

-Boss, the telegram. -Hmm?

The telegram.

Oh, yes, thank you,
Tattoo. I almost forgot.

It appears that your
little public speech

about Mr. Fletcher
really impressed him.

He has a proposition for you.

Vice president
in charge of sales.

Think we can handle that, honey?

Well, we can
certainly give it a try,

-Freddie boy. -[CHUCKLES]

- Goodbye, Mr. Roarke.
- Thank you.

-Mrs. Cooper. -Bye-bye.

DOROTHY: In charge of sales!

-Goodbye. -Bye.

Mr. Roarke. Tattoo. How
could we ever thank you

for all that you
have done for us?

Thanks are unnecessary,
Miss Saunders.

What is important
is that justice

at long last has been served.

I don't know how you convinced

the foreign authorities
about the truth,

- but I'll always be grateful.
- It was not easy.

No, but even they eventually saw

the logic of a man
being innocent

if the person he was
convicted of k*lling is alive.

ROARKE: I am very
sorry about Mr. Holmes.

I'll get over that.

I have someone very
special to help me.

And years to catch up.

Yes, we have a lot
of catching up to do,

and the rest of
our lives to do it.

I thank you both.

- Goodbye, Mr. Roarke.
- Goodbye, Mr. Saunders.

-Bye. -Miss Saunders.

-Tattoo. -Goodbye.