All language subtitles for fantasy_island_s02e07_let_the_goodtimes_roll_-_nightmare_-_the_tiger

Bye.

Good morning, boss.

Good morning, too.

Boss, you are going to have a beautiful
day.

Indeed. And just how did you arrive at
that conclusion?

I just got your horoscope.

Oh, no.

Oh, yes.

This is my new hobby.

I'm into astrology.

Oh, really?

As a Pisces, you are a strong, silent
type.

The kind of man who knows where he is
going.

Where I am going is to meet our guests
on the incoming plane. Now, you may

here, or if the stars approve, you may
join.

Boss, you don't have to get upset.

Pisces get along with everyone.

Unfortunately, I am a Sagittarius. You
are a Pisces.

Are you sure of that, boss?

I'm positive.

In that case, I am going to have a
beautiful day.

And you're going to have a rotten day.

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

Mr.

Duke Manducci in the red jacket and his
best friend, Ernie Smooch Kowalski.

Which one has the fantasy, boss?

Both of them.

Like so many others, there was a
special, cherished time in their lives.

Mr. Manducci and Mr. Kowalski wish to
return to that time and relive those

precious and exciting moments.

When was that?

Twelve years ago when Duke Manducci was
hailed as king of the strip.

Janine Sanford.

And the young man with her is Arthur
Sanford, her husband of just three

For a newlywed, she don't look too
happy.

I'm afraid that's understandable.

You see, she's come to us with one of
the most frightening fantasies ever

requested. What's that, boss?

Ever since her marriage, Janine has been
plagued by a reoccurring but always

interrupted nightmare.

She feels her only chance of preserving
her marriage and her sanity, indeed, is

to live through one of those nightmares
to the very end.

Can we do that, boss?

We shall see, Tattoo.

We shall see.

There he is, boss. There he is. Calm
yourself, my friend. Victor Duncan is

a man, not a god.

Only a man?

He's a world -famous writer.

He fought wars.

He climbed mountains.

He sailed all around the world by
himself.

Since he's done everything, what's his
fantasy, boss?

Mr. Duncan's fantasy is to stalk and
confront a legendary Bengal tiger known

the natives of India as Champori, the
killer of man.

Champori. I heard about it. They say
that he lives forever. That he's the

dangerous animal in the whole world. Is
that true, boss?

Most of it.

The legend of Champori goes back many
years.

when it is said the great beast first
appeared and decimated a native village.

Since then, legend has it that Chompory
has returned and raided every 14 years.

Hundreds of natives are said to have
been carried off by the ghost -like

creature.

So Mr.

Duncan wants to hunt him.

Legend meets legend.

I'd give anything to see that, boss.

My dear guest, I am Mr. Rock, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Well,

here we are.

Everything seems to be in order.

Oh, Duke.

Terrific. Just like home.

Is something wrong?

You don't seem pleased with the
accommodations, Mr. Manducci.

Did we forget something?

Oh, yeah. I mean, like, what I came here
for.

I mean, I see this stinking garage every
day, you know, so I should fly in here

just so I can do some lube jobs?

I mean, come on, you know, give me a
break.

See, um, he's my boss, and him and his
old man, they own this grease pit, and I

work for him.

He does not own this one.

I had it specially built for your
fantasy, Mr. Manducci. Just as it was

were king of the strip. Oh,

there is something else I have
reproduced.

The truth?

the deuce.

This is our deuce.

You know, I used to own one just like
this.

Except I wrecked mine ten years ago.

Believe me, this car is identical to
that one.

Down to the last detail.

Well, enjoy your fantasy, gentlemen.

What can I do for you?

You can get your hand off my wheels,
bozo.

Hey, now, come on. Relax, hot rod.
Nobody wants to touch your lawn

Lawn spreader?

Hey, it can run circles around that duck
-footed deuce roadster of yours.

What was that?

So.

That is so.

If you want to pull that baby out of
retirement, I'll show you.

Mooch? Looks like we're going to have to
show him who is king of the strip, huh?

I believe you will

find everything exactly as you
remembered and described to us, Miss

When does my fantasy, my nightmare
begin, Mr. Rourke?

As it always begins.

at midnight.

I will pick you up and take you alone to
a rather remarkable area here on the

island.

In accord with your description, we have
recreated your childhood home.

I suppose we could call it rather
fancifully Nightmare House.

It's just like the house we lived in
when I was a little girl before.

It's so strange.

When I was a little girl, I used to have
the same nightmares.

But as I got older, they just went away.

And they didn't return until shortly
after we were married.

That's why we've come.

We feel that if just once Janine could
go all the way through one to the end,

she'd know what they mean and they'd go
away.

Let's hope it turns out that way.

And now, even excuse me, I have a lot of
work to do before tonight.

And fought and written in every corner
of this globe.

But I've never had this feeling before.

Feeling?

That I was born for this place, this
moment.

His name is Tibur. He was once the
greatest hunter's guide in India.

Those are the marks of Champori's claws
across his face and chest.

The Sahib Rourke does this old one
honor.

Welcome to our miserable village.

Welcome. The Sahib Duncan comes here for
a purpose, Tibur.

One you most of all would understand.

And what might that purpose be, if one
might ask, Saib?

I come to hunt Champori.

Champori.

The Saib Duncan does not wish to remain
here. It is a place of

darkness and misfortune.

I've heard they'd sighted the tiger in
your mountains here. He's been raiding

your village.

Only bearers and beaters. First class
guide, I pay well.

The Saib cannot stay.

It's his decision, Tibur. Not mine.

We cannot help you.

Why are the mountain men more good
hunters, not cowards?

Cowards!

Is this the badge of a coward?

One man has met Champori and lives and
he stands before you. Yes.

Yet, ask any of these men who Jibor once
was.

Ask what keeps him alive and they will
tell you.

It is hatred.

In the hope that one day he will see
Champori dead.

You help me find him.

I'll take care of the rest.

We'll start the hunt first thing in the
morning.

As the Sahib wishes.

I look

pretty

dark today, hot rat.

Yeah, well, you two player cards aren't
you? You might ride me. Oh.

So you really think you can take Duke in
the Duke?

No big deal.

Hey, punk.

Okay, Sophia said you can't shut me
down.

What about it, hot rock?

Excuse me. I'm going to go collect some
therapy in these turkeys.

Yes? There is a man outside who came in
by private plane.

He says he's the father of Mrs.
Stanford.

Oh, yes, please show him in.

Come in, Colonel Weston.

Mr. Rourke will see you. Thank you.

So you are Rourke.

Tell me, what kind of a charlatan are
you, sir?

If you tell me how many kinds of
charlatans there are, perhaps I can

own type, Colonel Weston. I mean
deliberately creating a nightmare.

Oh, don't deny it.

Janine left me a letter explaining her
reasons for visiting this island.

I have no intention of denying it. It's
Mrs.

Sanford's wish to have this experience,
and her husband agrees.

I'm sure he would.

Look, let me tell you a few things about
Mr.

Sanford. Sit down, Colonel, please, sit
down. Thank you.

Janine and I were very happy until she
met him.

We said all the right things about
loving her and doing what was best for

But I've never trusted him.

Now, obviously, these experiments are
dangerous.

And if anything should happen...

If her mind ever becomes affected, he
could very well wind up in sole control

the large trust fund left to her by her
mother.

Oh, I see.

You think he is pushing her into this
nightmare fantasy, huh?

Well, he hasn't missed a trick, has he?

Rourke, a tragedy occurred in that house
when Janine was very small.

Now, if she has to live through this
thing again... Excuse me, Colonel

but if you feel so strongly, you are
perfectly free to talk your daughter out

her fantasy.

Oh, I fear you've tried.

Unsuccessfully.

Then, may I suggest that you offer her
your loving support

in as calm and reassuring a manner as
you can muster.

Rock, if anything happens, if anything
happens to my daughter or her mind, I

promise you, I'll make you pay.

Will you look at this?

The Tome main palace looks just the
same.

Hey, Smooch, get me some coins. I want
to get some tunes. Ah,

Mr.

Manducci. Always good to see you
smiling. Sit down, sit down.

Well, how does it feel to be king of the
strip again, huh?

Terrific, you know, yeah.

Did a class act out here. I want you to
know that.

You didn't look too happy at the
beginning.

Yeah, well, I know I wasn't. I mean, you
know, a guy my age having a fantasy

like this could sound kind of, you know.

Anyway, it's actually kind of kicks in.

Good, good. I am so pleased you're
enjoying yourself. Oh, by the way, some

your friends were able to make it to
Fancy Island.

Surely you remember Sheila Crane.

She used to wait tables here after
school. And Kenny Matthews, big man on

campus.

What'd you bring him here for? I don't
know them anymore. You understand? It's

been a long time since I've seen them.
And that guy, Kenny, he's very big in

real estate business. You know, he's
always buying and selling buildings.

And Sheila and I, well, we used to go
steady. That's true for a while.

But she's a big -time fashion model now.

Really? Well, it seems your friends have
progressed very nicely, haven't they?

Yeah.

They're real hot shots, yeah.

Mr.

Rourke, I appreciate what you're trying
to do, you understand, but look.

I'm just a grease monkey, you see.

Maybe you are back home.

This is Fantasy Island.

And at this moment, you're once again
king of the strip, Mr. Manducci.

Mr.

Rourke.

Could you do me a favor and just kind of
send them back?

Oh, I'm afraid that's out of my hands.

They are your guests here at your
invitation.

Do you need excuses, Duke?

My invitation?

Duke?

Duke Manitucci, it is you.

Oh, Duke, let me look at you.

You know, getting your invitation was a
real thrill.

Yeah, I guess it was.

Oh, that voice, those clothes.

Darling, you're a classic.

Well, you ain't doing so bad yourself,
you know.

Hey, Brains, how you doing?

Hey, long time, Duke.

I don't know what you're up to these
days, but business must be good to throw

reunion like this.

I couldn't believe the trip.

This gig must be costing you a fortune.

Yeah, well, I mean, good times, no
friends, you know, I mean, what's a

coin?

What are you into these days, Duke?

Uh...

Uh, gas and oil.

Terrific! Gas and oil, that sounds
fabulous. Your own company?

Uh, yeah, well, um... Actually, no, I
got a partner.

You remember old Smooch? Hey, Smooch,
come here. Come here, come here.

Smooch!

How's it going, big guy?

Hey, now listen, why don't you two sit
down and, uh...

I gotta check my makeup. No offense,
Sheila, right?

Come on, Smoosh, let's go.

Gas and oil, huh?

Who would have believed it?

I would.

Would you tell me what I am supposed to
do with those hot shots

out there?

Hey, how about some school? duker it's
gonna be just like the good old times

sheila is looking good and she is really
checking you out ah come on

i mean she's got a lot of guys after her
bod oh so what she doesn't want to be

hanging around some fruitcake
photographer it's obvious duker she is

now listen to me all right and listen to
me good i am in gas and oil just

Like I said, you understand?

Are you listening to me?

That's all you have to know. Now, keep
your mouth shut. We can skate on this

entire weekend.

holy man sees a vision. What sort of a
vision?

The sattva sees a roka leading to a
large

tree beside a kud. A gura tied nearby.

Since death it cries

feebly. You tell your

that I'm not a child to be frightened.
I've hunted tigers before.

What he describes could be any mud hole
and any goat trying to bait is going to

start bleeding when he hears and smells
the tiger on the prowl.

I was extraordinary about that.

In the distance the spotted deer cries
out and in the trees

the monkeys sense

And are restless.

Now.

Death.

Is near.

So speaks.

The holy man.

I have no time for this metaphysical
nonsense.

When I meet Champori and we will meet.

This is all that I need to take care of
it.

But a good good night's sleep.

It's going to be a long day tomorrow.

Tell me, old man.

What else do you see?

Tomorrow, Champuri will kill again.

There's nothing I can say to make you
change your mind.

Thank you.

Good evening, Colonel.

Mrs. Sanford, it's just time to reach
Nightmare House before midnight.

I'm ready.

Mr. Rourke, wouldn't it be better if I
came along?

No.

I have to go by myself. I was alone in
my dream.

Yes, I think that's best.

Avial excuses.

Just as I remembered.

It's frightening.

Will you come inside with me for a
minute?

Oh, that would not be wise.

We might disturb the psychic emanations.

Of course, it's not too late to change
your mind.

Oh, no.

No, I want to go through with it, but...

What happens if... Well, nervous as I
am, if I can't fall asleep?

Sleep will be no problem.

As soon as the clock begins striking
midnight, you will become sleepy.

Very sleepy.

With each stroke, your eyelids will feel
heavier and heavier

until you fall gently asleep.

Then your nightmare will begin just as
you asked for in your fantasy.

Good

luck,

Mrs. Alfred.

Thank you.

the clock begins striking midnight, you
will become sleepy,

very sleepy.

With each stroke, your eyelids will feel
heavier

and heavier until you fall gently
asleep.

I was beginning to think it would never
happen.

But thanks for having me here, Duke.

I guess you've been too busy getting
rich to think of little old me.

Tell me about your oil business. It
sounds fantastic.

Oh, yeah, well, it... Actually, it's a
drag.

You know, I mean...

The bread is good, don't get me wrong,
you know what I mean? But, look, let's

not talk shop, okay? I mean, I brought
you here to have a good time.

Okay.

How's your wife?

Oh,

I don't have a wife.

How's your old man?

I don't have an old man.

But I do have a good idea.

Let's get out of here.

Hey!

No more games, Romeo.

You either race or I spread the word
you're a bunch of hot exhaust.

Oh, yeah?

You just get your wheels raced. All
right, I'll see you tomorrow.

Side on your radio. Got your radio in
your ear and I'm there too. Feeling good

and feeling fine. Scotty Hawk, it's my
line.

Duke, did you know you were my first
love?

Yeah.

Yeah, I did.

It was a long time ago, you know.

Why don't you tell me, tell me all about
the modeling business. How is it?

What's it like?

Oh, lonely mostly.

Oh, I travel a lot.

Meet a lot of people.

Mostly men.

But mostly it's just plain lonely.

I've missed you, Duke.

Funny how many times over the years
I've... I've thought about you.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Was that surprising?

Well, you know, I... I was just
wondering if maybe, uh...

That was happening all those nights that
I happened to be dreaming about you.

Do I dare ask what's going on? Yeah.

We're talking.

We're talking all about the, um... All
about the what?

The stock market.

The stock market, huh?

Well, you better get going before things
get too bullish.

How did I get here? Mr. Roark brought
you.

I don't remember.

Here, drink this, all of it. What is it?
It's just something to help you relax.

Well, I understand you had your
nightmare.

It was horrible.

It all seemed so real.

All the toys coming to life and
screeching, coming after me. The fire

everywhere. The general and the clown
and all the soldiers.

And then I saw the man.

The skeleton in the flames?

Well, it's all over now.

You've done the worst of it.

And thank God you're all right.

No, it isn't over.

This time I went deeper, farther than I
ever had.

And always before, after the fire and
the skeleton, I'd always wake up. But

time, something was different.

Something was familiar about the figure
in the flames.

And then after the general, something
was... Falling on me, covering me. That

never happened before.

The thing that was falling on you.

What was it?

I don't know.

But for the first time, I was sure I was
just about to find out.

Some kind of message or warning,
something terribly important.

I think I feel sure if I could go back
to Nightmare House just one more time,

then I'd find out once and for all what
it all meant, why I... It's all right,

honey. You rest now.

I'm not going to let her do it.

We're lucky she's still with us after
her experience tonight.

But to take this risk, do it all over
again?

No.

You know, something just occurred to me.

You're not only afraid for Janine.

I think you're afraid about something
she might find out.

Now, why, West?

Do you already know the end of her
nightmare?

The pug is enormous.

That cat must be 12 feet long.

Shoot him! Shoot him!

Shoot him!

Mr. Samford, your father tells me you
wish to return to Nightmare House again

tonight.

Well, I don't think that's wise.

Good.

Then we can take the morning plane back
together. Oh, just a moment, Colonel

Weston. I only meant such an experience
might be harrowing two nights in

succession.

Rest tonight and perhaps tomorrow.

Well, that makes sense, don't you think
so, huh?

No, it doesn't make sense. Not tomorrow,
not next week, not ever.

We came here to see this thing through.

It's no time to back out now.

He's right, Daddy. I've got to go
through with it.

I see.

Well, that gives me 24 hours to stop
this somehow.

I'm sorry your father is so very
disturbed.

Excuse me.

I've been going back over and over last
night's dream.

It seems... I'm almost sure I've figured
out what it means.

The figure in the flames, Gallatin. It
seems so familiar.

Arthur... I'm afraid that next time...
I'll find that I'm going to cause my

father's death.

The news travels fast around here.

You mustn't take it so hard, Mr. Duncan.

It would happen to anyone.

It didn't happen to anybody. It happened
to me.

You see, all my life I tried to live the
way that I tried to write, with style.

And I always thought that when my time
came to die, that I'd go out the same

way, with style. You know, with panache.

I've blown it.

I haven't been able to write a word for
the past five years, blocked dry, dry as

a dead desert.

I thought, I thought that... that at
least I could get this last business

Instead, a kid got mauled because I
turned yellow.

I froze.

And Champari beat me.

I'll arrange a seat for you on
tomorrow's plane.

There's no place to go.

There's no place to run, to hide.

You see, all my life I've... I've fought
with death.

And I've always won up until now.

That's at least what's kept me alive.

No. No, I can't leave here.

Until after I've met Champori again,
until we settle this.

Listen to the Sahib Rourke.

Leave this island.

Go. There is no place for you here.

The villagers will not follow you.

A hunter who has shown fear is one not
to be obeyed or respected.

You should have listened to the Sadhu
who prophesied death.

The sawdew was wrong.

None of the signs were there. Nothing
happened the way the old fool

The boy is badly hurt.

It's because of me, not because of the
prophecy.

I'm going after Champori, with or
without the help of the villagers, with

without your help.

Then you will go alone and die alone.

Probably.

The old Chicago may be right, Mr.
Duncan. I would suggest you consider

that plane tomorrow.

Mr. Rourke, when I was a very young
writer, I wrote a story once about an

tired fighter.

Old age was what he feared and what had
happened to him.

Now, one night it came to pass that he
had to fight.

And he didn't think he could do it.

He was afraid of old age and afraid of
defeat.

Until he thought, old age is one thing,
defeat is another.

That night he fought, and fought very
well.

Did he win or did he lose?

why I came here.

It wasn't to face John Pooley.

It was to face myself.

Did he win or lose?

He lost.

And won magnificently.

Bye.

You think Champari is going to kill him
or not?

Hey, hey, hey, is there any other way?

Hang and ten on a tough tune.

Surfing USA midday with Scotty Hawk.

50 ,000 mighty watts and you know you've
got the heart. Go to Hawk.

Duke, this condo development is pure
gold.

And I want you to get him on something
really solid.

Big profit.

I don't know, you know, I just don't
like to talk business on weekends. I

you know what I mean?

You may have one of your business cards.

Hey, Duker.

Hey,

Smooch. What you got?

Hey, Duke.

I was wondering.

You know any chicks that want to go to
stock up tonight?

I don't know. We'll check it out, okay?

Catch you later.

Come on. Let's go. I mean, I went up to
this girl. Oh, Duke.

Smooch. Duke, can I... Excuse me,
Smooch. Can I speak to you a moment?

Um... You know, tonight's our last night
here.

Yeah. But not our last night together.

Well, you know, I don't know. I mean,
what with you out there on the East

and me here in the West, you know.

Oh, Duke, after last night, I'm not
letting you ever get away again.

I've already called my manager in New
York, and I've asked him to find me a

townhouse or something out near you.

Out near me?

Gee, Sheila, you know, I'd like that.

I really would, you know.

I don't know. Are you sure it's a good
idea?

I thought it would make you happy.

It does.

It does, Sheila.

Sure.

I think it's a terrific idea.

Oh, dear.

Don't be worried. That's all right. All
right.

Nothing's going to happen to you,
friend.

It'll be all right.

I have brought you some tea to brew.

And some whiskey.

It will be a long night.

How did you know where to find me?

Does the Sa 'ib not recognize this
place?

I've never been here before.

Oh, look about you, Sa 'ib Duncan.

The tree, the bush, the goat.

Over there, the cliff.

Beyond the jungle, behind us, the
stagnant pool, the place of death.

This is the place the holy man saw with
the eye of his mind.

It will soon be night.

When death comes on silent feet, the
Sahib must

go.

If you want to help me, you can build me
a machan in that tree.

A platform from which to shoot Shempore.

It will be done.

After that, I want you to return to your
village.

If I'm not back by sunup, I want you to
find Mr.

Rourke.

And tell him...

It shall be as the Sahib wishes.

Well, this is my third brandy.

I think I've strung it out long enough.

I don't have to go back to Nightmare
House until tomorrow night, Daddy. We

talk before then.

You know, I always think of your mother
when I see your hair dressed like that.

I'm so frightened, Jenny.

I love you so much.

I'll be all right, Daddy.

I've got to do it.

Good night.

Oh, Mr. Rock, is something wrong?

Come in, please.

Oh, thank you.

Good evening, Mr. Sanford.

I have come to take your wife to
Nightmare House.

But you said it would be tomorrow.

New influences arrive that cannot be
ignored.

Now, don't ask me to explain, but it
must be tonight or never.

I'll get my show.

I can't find one chick to dance with me
at the dance contest.

What are you talking about? There's
plenty of cute wallflowers hanging

Come on.

Hey, Sheila, want to dance?

Oh, I promised this one to Duke.

Sheila, there is something I have to
tell you.

Oh, there's a lot we both have to tell
each other to catch up on 12 years.

You're right, but no, you don't
understand.

You see, sometimes things are not just
what they seem.

You know what I mean?

This is not easy.

I'm a phony.

I ain't got no money.

And all that gas and oil talk, that's
all it was, was talk, you understand?

The plain fact is, I'm a grease monkey.

That's it.

And if you want a real laugh, the king
of the strip, the guy you want to share

townhouse with, has been working in the
same place for the last 12 years, in

Smooch's garage.

Dude, this weekend, all this.

Oh, it wasn't my idea.

Mr. Rourke asked you all down here.

See, I just... I just wanted to have a
good time, that's all.

Hey, Asbjorn.

You want to race or you want to put on a
show?

Look, why don't you just grow up, huh?
Hey, what's the matter, old man?

Are you chicken?

All right, Park Road, Dawn, I'll be
there, all right?

Good enough.

Duke, wait.

Wait for what, Sheila? Come on.

You and I were 12 years ago, all right?

But it doesn't have to be.

You just caught me off guard, that's
all.

Duke, we could still make it together.

Duke, I've fallen in love with you all
over again. Now listen to me, you don't

understand.

I'm 30 years old.

All I got is what you see.

I'm a slightly over -the -hill king of
the strip.

And that's all you're ever going to be
until once and for all you have guts to

give all of this up and grow up
yourself.

Oh, Duke.

Duke, please do it for me.

Don't you see?

I can't even help myself.

Soon after the clock begins striking
midnight, you will become sleepy,

very sleepy.

With each stroke, your eyelids will feel
heavier and

heavier until you fall gently asleep.

Three years old.

I'm a slightly over -the -hill king of
the strip.

And that's all you're ever going to be
until once and for all you have guts to

give all of this up and grow up
yourself.

Duke, you had it, man.

How'd you do it?

I guess the king is dead.

wrote about the sea, the mountains, the
wind.

This will be a good place.

A happy place for him.

Yes, boss.

And now, Tattoo, I'll tell you the rest
of Mr. Duncan's fantasy.

He knew.

He must have known.

His fantasy was to stay here forever.

But... You mean he wanted to die?

No, but he knew he was going to anyway.
His doctor had only given him two months

to live.

Now, don't feel too sorry.

He could have died in a hospital or a
hotel room, but I think his kind of man

wanted to die in this way, in a place
like this.

Come, my friend, let's go home.

Rage is one thing.

Defeat is another thing.

Well, Mrs. Sanford, how do you feel
today?

For the first time, I slept peacefully
last night.

And no more nightmares?

I can testify to that.

No, not ever again, now that I know.

Well, she knows you're not the cause of
her mother's death, Mr. Rourke.

There are no repressed memories of
guilt.

No, it was a premonition of the future,
not a memory from the past. I got it all

wrong. It wasn't warning me that I was
going to kill my father. It was telling

me that I was destined to save his life.

And those nightmares might have gone on
and on if we hadn't come to Fantasy

Island.

We are very pleased, Mr. and Mrs.
Sanford.

Colonel, pleasant journey.

Thank you, sir.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Thank you for the weekend, Mr. Rourke.
You know, it kind of puts things more

in... Perspective?

Yeah, perspective.

Anyway,

with a little help, I'm going to see
what I can do about catching up with the

rest of the world.

Oh, in that regard, a gentleman did
inquire about your availability as a pit

mechanic for his international racing
team.

Pit mechanic? Yes.

Racing team?

Oh, that's terrific.

No way. Who is this?

Oh, just someone who always had a
fantasy to be a policeman.

You remember the gentleman who asked you
a few questions at Lover's Lane?

Hey.

Have a safe journey.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Hey, Duke.

Where are you going?

International, Smoot.

We are going international.

But how about me?

What am I going to do?

Well, you know, a top mechanic can
always use an apprentice.

I'm going to have to leave you. I'm in a
rush.

Why the hurry, Tatooine? Well, my
horoscope says that I'm going to have a

very romantic evening.

Indeed. But it's still early in the
morning.

Well, but I've got to run up a couple of
girls and try to persuade them that the

man in their stars is short, dark, and
handsome.