All language subtitles for fantasy_island_s07e12_high_cost_of_loving

Good point, Rock.

Good morning, Lawrence.

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

Why do I get the impression, sir, that
that gentleman has fulfilled a great

fantasies? That's very perceptive,
Lawrence.

Yes, Mr. Craig Bradshaw's life has been
one success after another.

Ah, I see what you mean, sir. Yes.

And besides his appeal to the ladies,
he's also a very successful attorney and

amateur sportsman.

And the lady with him?

His fiancée, Miss Melody Swan.

But Mr. Bradshaw seems to prefer high
-risk sports ahead of marriage,

flying. Then I take it his fantasy is to
face some great new challenge.

In a way, Lawrence, yes. You see, Mr.
Bradshaw has discovered, like all men,

that he's getting older and can no
longer do all the physical feats he used

perform so easily.

Now his fantasy is, ostensibly, to win
one more flying competition.

Actually, it's to prove to himself he's
just as much a man as he always was.

Now, I'd say there's a strong,
independent woman who's got everything

world going for her. Am I right, sir?
That's Miss Kristen Robbins from

Illinois, an account executive at a very
prominent advertising agency. I'm

getting rather good at this, aren't I,
sir? Up to two weeks ago when she was

fired. Then again, she does have a
certain shiftless look about her.

On the contrary, Lawrence.

Miss Robbins was fired for refusing the
sexual advances of her immediate

superior. You don't say, but don't
worry.

Her fantasy is to find what she has come
to believe will solve all her problems.

Well, good for her. After a bit of
justice, no doubt.

Chalked right and wrong.

A little retribution.

A little vicious revenge.

Perhaps to her husband.

Husband?

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Beautiful, isn't it?

And dangerous, it appears to me.

Nothing but tubes and cuts.

Yes, Mr. Bradshaw can attest to that.

I understand you were quite fortunate to
have survived your crash six months

ago, huh?

Well, maybe heaven had a quota of fools
for the day, Mr. Lord.

Anyway, I've walked away from crashes
before.

But this was... different, wasn't it,
Mr. Bradshaw?

Well, it's not the kind of thing a man
talks easily about, Mr. Lord.

Does Miss Juan know about your fantasy?

I'd rather keep it between you and me.

And, of course, Lauren.

I assure you, sir, although I have ears,
I hear not.

Darling?

Is anything wrong, Miss Juan?

I don't know what's going on, Mr.
Rourke, but I intend to find out.

Craig, why are we really here?

A vacation, just like I said.

There are ultralights flying all over
the place.

Bud, Mike, your whole flying club is
here.

Okay. Call it old home weekend.

Nothing to get upset about.

You're going to fly in the competition,
aren't you?

You have to prove a 40 -year -old man
with wired -together bones is just as

macho as a bunch of 20 -year -old kids.

Excuse me.

A little coffee.

Look, I'm sorry I lied to you, but we
don't discuss our personal problems in

front of other people.

We don't discuss them in private either,
Craig. That's the problem. I don't know

what the hell our problem is.

You haven't changed in any way since
I've known you. What's so terrible about

staying young?

Don't you understand?

People don't stay young.

They grow up.

A rapist. That's what you could say he
was, Mr. Rourke. A would -be rapist. The

man responsible for you being fired?
Yes, God, the first day I walked through

the door.

He must have been jealous of me or
something.

Anyway, he became absolutely fixated on
getting me in bed.

Well, perhaps by conquering you
sexually, in his mind he felt he'd be

you professionally as well.

Had to be that.

Anyway, the propositions were frequent,
subtle.

till finally he dangled a promotion in
front of me, the one I'd been working to

get for the last four years, and he made
it plain enough.

All I had to do to get it was sleep with
him.

I told him what he could do with his
offer.

Good for you, Miss Roberts.

I guess.

I've always been a good girl. I took a
stand, the right stand, and... And not

only did you lose a promotion, you lost
your job as well.

Wonderful thing, integrity.

Are you implying that you regret your
decision?

Yeah, I'm thinking I do.

I've spent my whole life doing things
the moral way, the honest way.

And look where it got me.

I was wrong.

It wasn't important.

I should have given in.

I don't think so, Ms. Rawlings. Well, no
offense, Mr. Rourke, but it's a whole

other world out there.

It isn't pretty. It isn't green.

It isn't quiet.

Nothing simple, nothing certain, except
that I can't handle it anymore, and I'm

probably not going to get an opportunity
to do it anyway, so I want out.

I'm not trying to escape anything.

I'm a woman.

I want a home. I want kids. I want a
husband. And you don't want any job,

an ideal job?

Being a wife is the only ideal job I
want.

Of course.

So I'll be at the pool.

Okay, now move around the seat, okay?

That's... Just lean back and just kind
of make love, all right?

That's right, sweetheart.

Make love to it.

Hi, Craig.

Well, look who's here. It's Eagleman.

And the dodo.

No offense, honey. I'll be right with
you guys.

Hi, Craig.

Maybe I should go shopping for a few
hours and let you stay and play little

in the candy store.

Come on, Melody, stop pushing it.

I may take you up on the suggestion.

Hey, Craig!

When Mr. Rourke said you were coming, I
thought, boy, that beats a kick in the

head, old pal. How you doing?

Good to see you. How's the arm and
everything else you broke?

Just like new.

Ah, fantastic.

Tell you what, if you play this bird of
mine, Craig, and win, and with a little

Eloise Vaughn wound him in the ad, we'll
all wind up on the 6 o 'clock news.

How you doing, sweetheart?

Sorry about the dodo. No offense.

It's all right. I know all about the
dodo. A fightless bird, right?

It's going to be nice working again with
you tonight.

Don't count on it too much.

Bigger ailerons?

50 % more tail?

What do you say, Craig? You going to fly
for me?

I haven't thought much about it, bud.

Honey, they don't give a damn about you.

It's what you can do for them.

What do I do for you?

It's what we do for each other that
counts.

Until now, anyway.

Would you explain that, please, in plain
English?

Sure.

I'm scared.

I'm scared of what's happening to us.

I'm scared of you going up in this plane
to prove something that doesn't need

proving.

I'm scared of you killing yourself.

Thanks for the vote of confidence.

Well, what do you say, buddy?

You can fly this thing for me?

I'm thinking about it. Good.

Let me know at the party, all right?

See ya.

You're gonna fly, aren't you?

When I make up my mind, you'll be the
first to know.

Melody.

Miss Robbins, may I?

Please. Thank you.

Well, I don't know, Mr. Rourke. This
feels like a livestock auction.

This may be what men do when they're on
the make, but I'm looking for a husband,

not a side of beef.

Ah, don't worry, Miss Robbins.

While you obviously won't have to make
any final decision, I've taken it upon

myself to come up with some candidates
from whom you can choose.

Is that what he is? A candidate?

Well, as a matter of fact, um...

Paul Horner. Kristen Robbins.

Yes, I know.

B .A. in languages from Ohio Wesleyan, M
.A. in communications from

Northwestern, three years as a reporter
with the Muncie Examiner, and four years

with Dwyer Kane Advertising.

When Mr. Rourke briefs somebody, he
doesn't fool around, does he?

I beg your pardon?

As I started to say, Ms. Robbins, Mr.
Horner's presence on the island has

nothing to do with what we were talking
about before.

I'm with Windward Hotels.

You did some work for us last year while
you were still with Dwyer Kane.

Anyway, to make a long story short, I'm
here to interview you for a job. That

is, if you're interested.

A job with Windward?

Yes. Excuse me, I'm afraid I have to be
going.

Uh, Ms. Robbins, Mr. Horner, enjoy your
talk.

Mr. Horner.

You'll be making 50 % more than you were
with Dwyer Kane.

50 %?

Right. And it means working full -time
in Honolulu.

Honolulu, as in Hawaii.

The very same.

You sure you're not interested?

Um, well, I might be.

Can we go somewhere and talk?

Sure. Paul, is this decision solely up
to you?

Just about.

What are you doing on Fantasy Island?

Vacationing? Sort of.

Waiting for an offer.

I think I just made you one.

Yeah, well...

Tell me, is Mrs. Horner joining us?

I'm not married.

I see.

I love to fly. You know that.

I remember once when we first met.

I went up, that's where it rained.

And from somewhere, this eagle flew.

We flew alongside.

We flew side by side.

For a long time.

I don't understand that.

But you've lost that joy.

It's so much simpler when you were in
law school and I was in college.

You sure had a great body then.

What do you mean, had?

It's still open.

Oh, thanks.

Oh, you seem so sure of yourself then.

I never was.

Is that why you broke it off after three
months? Three glorious months.

Uh -huh.

All the times, I guess.

Chasing our own rainbows.

Yeah. And to meet again, we're ready for
a mature relationship.

Is that what we have?

There you go again.

Mature people accept responsibility.

I think I'm in love with you, Melody.
Isn't that enough?

Think?

God, no wonder I get depressed.

What is it you want from me?

Love, respect, trust, and marriage.

In any order.

I understand that. Why can't you
understand?

I have to fly.

I'll get us a drink.

Of course, you wouldn't have a lot of
autonomy in this job.

You'd be working directly under me.

You think you could get used to that?

That's what my last boss had in mind,
too.

I'm not sure I follow.

It's not important.

I'd trade autonomy for the type of
esprit de corps you have at Wynwood

any day.

Good.

Then, looks like I have just one more
question for you. Go ahead.

Will you excuse me while I make a phone
call?

Sure.

Robin? Oh, Mr. Rock. How are you?

Wonderful. Paul just went to make a
phone call. Sit down, okay? We need to

Oh? About what?

Paul has talked his company into moving
him out to Honolulu to establish a

promotions department there.

He's going to need someone to work with
him, so he's spending the week doing

interviews for assistance.

Yes.

Mr. Rock, I want to change my fantasy.

I want that job in Honolulu.

But this morning you were so adamant
about only wanting a husband.

Maybe I wanted to pull out of my career
before I got burned again. But you were

right. I was copping out. This is what I
really want.

I'm afraid it might be too late.

Mr. Rock, that job, it's like a dream
come true for me.

I wanted to live in Hawaii since I was a
kid. I had the opportunity to move

there once before, but I blew it.

Yes, that was the promotion your former
boss offered you in exchange for...

Your favors.

How do you know that?

That's not important.

What is important is that history seems
to be repeating itself. This time things

are going to be different.

This time.

This time you are willing to overlook
your principles, compromise yourself.

Are you?

At least in this case, he's not married.

I see.

Mr. Rock, I tried the other way.

This is a first for me, but I'll be
shortcutting a lot of years.

Miss Robbins. I want that job.

Please understand. Don't think too badly
of me.

Hello again, Mr. Rourke.

Would you care to join us? No, thank
you, Mr. Horner. In fact, I still have

business to attend to this evening. If
you'll both excuse me.

Paul, let's not talk about business
anymore, okay?

Well, I do have just a couple of things
I wanted to... Tomorrow.

Let's just enjoy ourselves tonight Sound
good to you It depends

on what you have in mind

Paul?

Paul,

you awake?

Yeah, I'm awake.

I enjoyed last night.

Oh, so did I.

What I mean is, I enjoyed you.

Oh, Kristen, and I enjoyed you.

Very much.

Trouble is, you think I'm a whore now,
don't you?

Not at all. You should, because I am.

I went to bed with you last night
because I wanted that job.

Well, that was part of it anyway.

Kristen, as far as I'm concerned, the
job is already yours.

It has been ever since I made that phone
call.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because you tipped my mind on other
things, remember?

I have the job all along.

Well, not technically. The company is
going to cable me their final decision

sometime today.

But I gave you such a rave review,
they'll probably offer you three jobs.

did.

Kristen, professionally, you're top of
the line.

And if you've got the talent, you don't
have to.

And if you don't have the talent, it
usually doesn't do much good.

That's really the way it works, you
know.

On the personal side, I started out
having sex.

I ended up making love.

Kristen, I like you very, very much.

Craig. I want to talk to you before you
make the decision to fly in the

competition. I don't want to go over it
again. I told Bud I'd fly.

Mr. Craig Bradshaw, go to your aircraft,
please.

Mr. Craig Bradshaw.

Craig, what's the matter?

Nothing.

Just leave me alone.

Craig, what is it?

Leave me alone.

Craig!

Craig!

Mr. Rook, there's something wrong with
him.

I can't breathe.

Oh, you're hyperventilating.

Now, don't talk. Don't talk.

Now, breathe.

Breathe very slowly.

Slowly, slowly.

That's better.

Relax.

Good.

You're going to be all right.

I don't know what happened to me.

Perhaps you should postpone your flight,
Mr. Bradshaw.

No.

It's your decision.

Craig Bradshaw, report to your aircraft.

I gotta do it.

Well, thanks for showing, Craig.

Maybe you don't need to practice, but I
gotta see if this bird has wings.

Sure.

You can still walk away.

You mean run?

I love you.

And I love you.

And here's to having the woman I love
beside me from now on in a place I've

trying to get to for five years. Here's
to having it all.

I can see the two of you are engaged in
matters far more compelling than

cablegram, but this one did just arrive
for you, Mr. Horner. Oh, great. Thank

you very much. And may I contain good
news, sir? Thank you.

Now we've really got something to
celebrate. Come on, read it out loud.

What's wrong?

My recommendation made you look so good,
they think I've solved a problem for

them.

They've decided they can keep me in New
York, then send you to Honolulu instead.

We're not going to be together?

I got the job you were planning on?

Sure looks that way.

We're going to be 6 ,000 miles apart.

A warmest congratulations to both of
you.

call a truce.

Why?

You on your point. I almost killed
myself again today.

Come on, Craig.

Even a soldier at war takes off a little
time for R &R, right?

So let's just relax and enjoy ourselves.

You sure know how to push the right
buttons.

Ooh.

The third and fifth vertebrae. Your on
buttons.

I think you found my on button.

Well, what about me?

I just want you to grow up.

I get it.

A little wine, a little rubdown.

I've got to give you credit.

You had me going.

Craig, I love you.

Sure.

Where are you going?

Maybe if you called, maybe if I called.

As far as the company is concerned, they
think everything has worked out for the

best. They're thrilled with you, and
they're thrilled with the idea that they

can keep me in New York.

What are we going to do?

Say goodbye.

Kristen, it'd be one thing if we could
at least see each other on weekends, but

we're talking about 6 ,000 miles.

Paul, I'm not going to give you up.

I never met anyone like you before, and
I never will again.

There's got to be something we can do.

And maybe there's something he can do.

Kristen,

where are you going?

Mr. Rock, I need to speak with you.

Oh, by all means.

Will you excuse us and thank you for a
most delightful game?

I don't know if you did that on purpose
or not, Mr. Rock, but you better know

how to undo it.

Undo what? I got the job in Honolulu.

Well, congratulations.

That is what you asked for.

You know what I mean. I got the only
job. Paul's going to be in New York.

No, I'm afraid I don't understand.

You got your fantasy, didn't you?

No. You didn't? I mean, yes.

I mean, the problem is I got both the
fantasies I asked for.

I fell in love with Paul, too.

Oh, I see. And I'm going to lose him
unless you do something. I... You! This

whole thing is your fault.

Forgive me, but the fault would seem to
lie with whomever it is that keeps

changing her mind. First you say you
want a husband, then you say you want a

job, now once and for all, which one is
it?

Inside me is a kid who's earned every
penny she's ever spent since she was 14.

Her dreams have gotten me this far.

Her dreams and her courage.

I love Paul, but I love that little
girl, too. Don't make me betray her.

Let me have both.

My career and Paul. Please, Mr. Rock.

I'm afraid it's out of my hands.

This is killing me. Why do I have to
choose?

What's wrong with having both?

Nothing, but in your case, it just
doesn't appear to be possible.

Who's here?

I'm going to go out and tuck the old
bird in. Want to come along?

No, thanks.

It's a dream.

Maybe a couple of slide lessons, right?

I'll see you later. Okay.

Right on the rock.

That's solid.

You remember.

Oskar, it wasn't that long ago.

Hey, listen, old buddy, I just wanted to
tell you that I couldn't find anything

wrong with the controls.

It's one of those things.

You gonna try the competition again
tomorrow?

Main event.

I'll be there.

Hey, watch my friend in the clinches
here, pal, all right?

Be good.

When I watch you die, I get goosebumps.

You know what I mean?

I do turn you on when I pose, don't I?
Do I breathe air?

I'm a male animal.

I can arrange a private showing.

Proof.

Got it.

I got your message.

Oh, I felt we should talk.

Paul, listen, I'm not really sure.
Please, please, let me go first,

think I might have given you the wrong
idea.

About what?

About us.

Kristen, I like you, and I know I said I
loved you, but...

Okay, to be honest, I'm the type of guy
who says that a lot.

And I always mean it at the time.

But a week later, I... A week later, I'm
usually saying it to someone else. I

don't believe that.

Kristen, for Pete's sake, I'm trying to
tell it like it is so that you won't go

throwing your life away on some guy
who's probably going to turn around and

throw you away.

And besides, my nose is a little out of
joint. After all, you did get the job

that I wanted.

Well, I thought you'd be above that.

You did, huh? Well, surprise!

Paul, listen to me. What's to hear?

Look, you got the job, fair and square.

Well, maybe not exactly fair and square,
but effectively.

I bet I know what your language major
was in college.

Pillow talk.

Stop it.

I guess the worst part is going to be
getting used to sleeping alone again,

right?

Enjoying the water, Mr. Bradshaw?

Just thinking, Mr. Rourke.

Miss Swan was looking for you.

Well, she's kind of used to my
peculiarities.

At least she has been up till now.

Anyway, it'll be over soon. We'll both
be back to normal.

Oh, and how will this felicitous state
come about?

I'm going to fly in the contest, Mr.
Rourke, and win. That's all I want.

Is it indeed, Mr. Bradshaw?

Well, that's my fantasy. You ought to
know. You arranged it. Oh, I arranged

events, yes. And that people be here for
those events. But the outcome, the

outcome depends entirely on you, Mr.
Bradshaw.

I don't think I understand what you're
driving at, Mr. Rourke. I think you know

precisely what I'm driving at. And I
think it's time you made a very

decision.

Perhaps the most important of your life.

What decision is that?

To face certain facts, Mr. Bradshaw.

To be totally honest with yourself.

Good day, sir.

Victor?

Man!

Good morning, Miss Roberts.

Morning.

Well, apparently what Lawrence tells me
is correct. You are leaving us, huh?

There seems no reason to stay here when
I've got so much to do back home. You

know, shopping, packing, going off on
employment.

So you've decided to take the job?

Yes, actually, it was just a tough
decision after all.

Paul, well,

it turns out I was wrong about him.

Oh?

He showed me his true colors last night.

Just as egomaniacal and insensitive as
the next guy.

He told you he didn't love you after
all.

I'd rather not go into it, if that's
okay.

I'll only start crying again. I haven't
cried in so long, I figured I'd

forgotten how.

Wrong.

I'm sorry.

Oh, don't worry about it. Actually, I'm
glad this happened.

This whole thing just proves what a
complete incompetent I am at

Love's just something...

Please sit down, Ms. Rollins.

The problem is, that little girl wanted
that.

And not just a career, but someone to
love her.

And somebody should have told her, if
you're good at getting one thing, it

allows you to get...

Miss Robbins, you may not be such a bad
judge of men as you think.

I am fairly certain Mr. Horner overheard
our discussion yesterday.

I don't think he had truly any idea
until then of how much this

job meant to you.

You mean he just said those things
deliberately?

He was no doubt trying to make things
easier for you by removing himself from

the picture.

So it appears you're not as incompetent
as you thought.

Mr. Horner obviously cares for you very
much.

Which means I still have a decision to
make, don't I?

Yes, I believe you do.

Why? I should give up the job and go
with him, shouldn't I?

Perhaps, and perhaps not.

Miss Robbins, when you finally have a
little girl, please don't make her

with a little sibling that's still
buried in you.

That unhappy, unfulfilled child who
still needs to achieve

before you'll be free to fully give.

You look terrible, darling.

How does Eloise look?

I don't know. I wasn't with her, if
that's what you mean. You don't owe me

explanations, remember?

We have an agreement.

I saw her at the bar. I took her back to
her bungalow and said no thanks and

left.

After all my blandishments, I thought
you'd be in the mood.

I must admit I was tempted, but I
passed.

I've been doing a lot of thinking.

So have I, Craig.

You're always going to do your own
thing, and I can't stop you.

So be it.

Can we talk about this later?

I won't be around.

One of us has to do the adult thing.

I'm it.

I'm going to fly today.

Good luck.

I don't see the same without you there
on the sidelines with your fingers

crossed.

You don't need me, Craig.

All this time I've been worried that I'd
lose you in a crash.

That won't happen.

Pilate, you're wonderful at everything
you do.

Except for the one thing I need most.

Well, nobody, not even you, can bat a
thousand.

What are you going to do?

Live.

Meet a man one day.

Have kids.

Kids whose father knows their worth.

I will find a new love, Craig.

At first, I'll probably wish he was you.

But then, so slowly, I probably won't
even realize it.

You'll become yesterday's love.

And he'll be there.

And he'll be real.

Will it help if I ask you to marry me?

Only my ego.

Will you marry me?

No.

Oh. What are you doing here?

What are you doing?

Sobering up?

I hear you downed quite a few scotches
after I left last night.

I was celebrating.

Like hell.

You were just as miserable as I was.
Come on, drop the act.

I know what you've been up to.

I appreciate the sentiment, but I don't
appreciate what you did.

I don't know what you're talking about.
You tried to take everything away from

me. You almost made the most important
decision of my life for me.

I know you did it out of love, but did
you really think that I was incapable of

making my own choice?

Oh, no, Kristen.

I just... I couldn't stand seeing you
being torn apart. I didn't know what

to do.

You could have said you loved me.

Oh, I do love you. I do love you.

If I'd known that for sure, I probably
could have made up my mind a whole lot

faster.

Well, let's hear it.

I'm going to take that job.

You're what?

I've got to. The long and the short of
it is I'd just never forgive myself if I

didn't. I love you.

That's what makes me know that what I'm
doing is right.

Okay, so I'm going to be in Hawaii and
you're going to be in New York, but if

love each other, then that isn't going
to make any difference.

Kristen, a relationship, I mean a really
good relationship, takes time and

energy and commitment.

Phone calls and letters and flying back
and forth on holiday just isn't gonna

make it. I don't expect it to What I'm
banking on is that what we feel for each

other is real Real enough to last until
not just one But both of us are ready to

give that time and energy and make that
commitment if it's real We'll wait And

if it's not we're not really losing
anything. Are we wait how long?

Until I can't stand being without you
anymore.

Until I want to be a wife and mother so
bad that I'm not giving up anything.

This isn't going to be easy, you know. I
know.

Parts of it are going to be fun.

I didn't think you were going to make
it.

I didn't either.

I am.

Lie high, Marlon.

Clear!

Brad, are you ready?

Are you ready, Mr. Brad?

What a fool I've been.

The only thing I'm really afraid of is
losing you.

I guess growing old with a woman I love
isn't the worst thing that could happen.

That's the smartest thing you've said in
years.

Let's go.

What's your excuse of time, Craig?

Well, old buddy, go to hell. Let Mike
fight.

I'm afraid you'll have to move your
airplane, Mr. Bradshaw. It's blocking

runway. Oh, let the kids do it, Mr.
Rourke.

I don't need that kind of exercise.

I love you.

I love you, too.

What kind of exercise do you need?

I don't think so.

Well, Miss Robbins, I understand you'll
be going to Hawaii after all. Yes, I

can't wait till that lecherous creep who
fired me hears about it. And where will

you be going, Mr. Horner?

Back home to the Big Apple.

Why? Well, it occurred to me you could
do worse than follow Miss Robbins to

Honolulu. You mean give up my job?

No, that's not the answer.

We'd just be right back where we
started. The way we figure it, a

to have both. Some kind of personal
fulfillment, like a job, and some kind

emotional fulfillment, like a family.
And by God, somehow that's what we're

going to have, both.

Oh, I'm sure you will.

Thanks for everything, Mr. Rowland.
You're very welcome, Miss Robbins. Good,

Miss Torner.

Like I said, sir, a strong, independent
woman who's got everything

going for her. Lawrence, your hindsight
is truly remarkable.

Well, Miss Swan, may I say you look
especially radiant today?

Well, thank you.

It must be the way I feel.

Craig and I have decided to get married
as soon as possible.

Wonderful. Congratulations to you both.
Thank you.

I proved to be a better man than I gave
myself credit for, according to Melody.

I believe someone once said, there is no
greater prize to win than that he win

her heart.

I'll buy that, Mr. Roark.

Goodbye, sir.

Goodbye. Goodbye, Miss Swine. Goodbye.
Goodbye, Lawrence. Goodbye. Goodbye, ma

'am.

Something bothering you,

Lawrence? Yes, sir. Your quotation.

I can't seem to place the offer.

Who won it?

All that.

I believe his name was Mr.

Rourke.