Original subtitles

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[BELL TOLLING]

The plane! The plane!

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

-Good morning, boss. -Good morning, Tattoo.

ROARKE: Let's go.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

[BAND PLAYS]

TATTOO: Who are they, boss?

ROARKE: They, Tattoo, constitute the Otis T. Boggs clan,

owners of a small farm in the Ozark Mountains.

Whose fantasy is it?

The fantasy belongs to Mr. Hadley Boggs.

That young man bringing up the rear.

-TATTOO: Him? He belongs to the clan? -ROARKE: Yes.

TATTOO: Boss, he looks more like a city boy.

Indeed he is, now.

Young Mr. Boggs left the Ozarks eight years ago

to gain an education.

Earlier this year, he graduated from MIT.

What's his fantasy?

A very simple, very selfless one, Tattoo.

ROARKE: Mr. Hadley Boggs is filled with a great deal of gratitude.

His parents and his sister sacrificed considerably

in order to send him to school.

Now he wants to take them away from their poverty

for just a little while.

Well, I hope it works.

They look like fish out of water.

That's right, Tattoo. That's what worries me.

Fish out of water frequently end up in the frying pan.

TATTOO: Oh, boss, she's beautiful. Who is she?

ROARKE: That is Miss Janet Martin, Tattoo.

She's here to compete in the Fantasy Island gymnastics tournament.

And that's her mother with her?

Yes, Mrs. Mabel Martin.

And the other young girl is Mrs. Martin's niece,

Miss Trudy Brown.

She is here for the tournament also,

but I'm afraid she has very little chance of winning.

Why? She's not any good, boss?

Do you remember the story of Cinderella, Tattoo?

Is that Trudy's wicked aunt?

No, not wicked, but not caring.

More than anything else in the world,

Trudy wants someone to care about her.

You see, Miss Brown has no confidence.

She's convinced she's second-rate in everything.

Then she's the one with the fantasy.

ROARKE: Correct.

Just for once, Miss Trudy Brown would like to be in control,

make things happen, instead of having them happen to her.

TATTOO: What kind of things?

That, my friend, is the question.

And the danger.

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

My dear guests, I'm Mr. Roarke, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[BIRDS SINGING]

ROARKE: Why don't you stop right here, driver,

and let everyone enjoy the fine view?

My goodness, Mr. Roarke.

That's what I call a first-rate hotel.

That's not a hotel, Mr. Boggs.

That's your home away from home.

Wowee!

I bet even Roy Clark don't have a place this big!

OTIS: I'll tell you one thing for sure.

When our son throws a fantasy for his family,

he don't leave nothing undone.

Now, c'mon, we don't wanna stay out here.

Our fantasy'll be over come Monday.

OTIS: Mr. Roarke, who are them folk up there?

They are your household staff waiting to meet you.

MR. ROARKE: One final detail.

You will be hosting a cocktail party

at four o'clock, Mr. Boggs.

Cocktail party?

How can we host a cocktail party when

we don't know anybody to invite?

Don't worry, the boss took care of it.

I took the liberty of inviting the ten wealthiest guests

on Fantasy Island.

-Millionaires. -Million...

Did you hear that, Ma?

I always wanted to meet a real live millionaire.

And so you shall, Mr. Boggs.

Here, sonny, let me help you.

Pa, let him be. He's only doing his job.

Oh, come on, girls.

Catch you inside.

Ten millionaires and their ladies are going to attend

a party hosted by four of the brokest hillbillies

ever to set foot on Fantasy Island.

-Why? -Very simple, Mr. Boggs. Tattoo.

That is a copy of today's Fantasy Island Chronicle .

"Multi-millionaires arrive on Fantasy Island"?

May I, Mr. Boggs?

"Boggs family has vast mineral holdings.

Uranium strike worth billions"?

Mr. Roarke, all my folks got left is

a ten-acre chicken-scratching hollow.

They had to sell the best part of their farm just to send me to school.

Well, you know, newspapers sometimes embellish,

especially about society affairs.

Journalistic license?

Yes.

This is embarrassing, Mr. Roarke.

My family of poor dirt farmers rubbing shoulders with...

all that gold and glitter.

What have I done to my folks?

It's like giving them a whole pile of toys on Christmas,

then taking them back the next day.

Does that mean that you want my boss

to cancel your fantasy?

I'm not sure.

Hadley! Hadley, you just gotta come in and look.

It's purely unbelievable!

It's just like a castle.

There's running water, electricity, color TV,

and it all works!

And servants dogging you everywhere. Shoot!

Mr. Boggs, you must make a decision.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

What time's the party?

Four p.m.

Tattoo, why don't you try the other side of the island?

There are some excellent places to hide.

You give me a job.

"Call the newspaper," you said.

And give them the Boggs' party announcement. That's all I said.

Boss, please.

I'm the best assistant you ever had, right?

That is not the issue. We're talking about...

multi-millionaires, uranium.

Society papers,

they always exaggerate, you said.

Without an ounce of help from you, of course.

Oh, boss!

Do you realize what would happen

if they actually spend money which they do not have,

the trouble they could get into?

Uranium!

Boss, wait for me.

[DUCKS QUACKING]

ROARKE: You seem unhappy, Miss Brown.

Are you disappointed with Fantasy Island?

Oh, no. No, Mr. Roarke.

It's even more beautiful than I expected.

I guess this seems pretty silly,

but I kind of hoped that I might change, too.

Oh?

Look at me. Miss Plain-as-ever.

Miss Brown, your fantasy is to make things happen in your life.

You don't need beauty to win a gymnastics competition.

Would it be asking too much just to be a little pretty, too?

I mean, it would help me with my confidence, wouldn't it?

Perhaps the self-confidence, faith in yourself,

should come first.

Others see you as you see yourself.

I guess you're right.

However, Miss Brown...

Tattoo.

This mirror was made for Helen of Troy,

or so the legend says.

ROARKE: No one is certain what the material is,

but it was crafted so perfectly

that it reflects images without the slightest distortion.

Look into it, Miss Brown.

Tell me what you see.

An ugly duckling.

Beauty emanates from within.

See yourself as I see you.

Your figure, slim and graceful.

Your skin, as smooth as cream.

Your eyes, sparkling jewels.

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

[SIGHS]

Boss, how did you do it?

I did nothing, Tattoo.

Miss Brown made it happen

by getting a look at herself

as she really is within her soul.

Can I make other things happen?

Oh, indeed.

What kind of things?

You will find out soon enough.

Use your power wisely, Miss Brown.

For I warn you, the price will be very high.

I am so happy!

Thank you.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

MAN: That's very interesting, but about the car, Mr. Boggs.

Oh!

How much did you say that was?

Only $86,000... Out the door.

That'd have to be a pretty big door, wouldn't it?

We're not talking cash, Mr. Boggs.

Just sign this paper, and the car's yours.

Oh, I got it. That's all part of the fantasy, ain't it?

Well, owning a car like that out front

is part of everybody's fantasy.

[LAUGHS]

Here.

Keys.

Thank you. Pen.

-Warranty. -Warranty.

And hot dog.

[CHUCKLES] Oh, thanks.

Thank you very much, sir, and good day.

Goodbye.

Howdy, Pa, guess what we've been doing?

Well, looks to me like you've been doing shoplifting.

We've been doing no such thing. [LAUGHS]

All we had to do was mention our name,

and they practically gave us the store.

-Well, good. -Ma didn't want anything though.

I had to force her to look at just one little dress.

But she wouldn't buy it.

I wasn't in the mood.

Ma, you know this is Hadley's good time for us.

Look at me. I bought a new car,

a boat, a trip around the world. Come on now.

Please, Pa, do you like it?

Yeah, it looks a lot better on you, sunshine,

than it does the varmint that growed it.

Doesn't it, Ma?

Is something bothering you, Ma?

All this fanciness...

just takes a mite getting used to, I guess.

Well, we best go upstairs and get ready

for the millionaires-only party, anyway.

Miss, where do you want these?

On the settee.

And I told you,

my name's not "Miss," it's Emily.

But it's customary to call...

We Boggs don't hold to customs

that make one person scrape to another.

Now, I'm Emily and you're Frank.

Let's shake on it, okay?

Okay.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Name?

Trudy. Trudy Brown.

This is your room key and your contestant number.

Curfew is at 10:30.

Any contestant who isn't in the dorm by then

will be disqualified.

Thank you. I won't forget.

Aunt Mabel, isn't it a beautiful day?

That's a great outfit.

Don't do that.

I'm sorry.

You know I don't like public displays.

Yes, Aunt Mabel.

You should be practicing.

I know. But don't you notice anything different about me?

Your hair. It's combed. It's better.

Will you hurry up and change?

You're not exactly a top contestant, you know.

You need all the practice you can get.

Yes, Aunt Mabel.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Trudy. Hello.

Bud Simmons.

We were classmates together at Woodmount Junior High, remember?

-Yeah. How are you? -Great.

What are you doing here?

Summer job. I'm working my way through college.

That's great!

Hey, you're good! I saw you work out.

You've really improved since school.

Did you hear that, Aunt Mabel?

Well, I should hope you've improved

with all the work I've put in on you.

Of course, you'll never be in Janet's class.

MABEL: Oh, she's wonderful! Such poise, such assurance.

Nobody can beat her.

ROARKE: Use your power wisely, young lady,

for I warn you, the price will be very high indeed.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[THUD]

-Are you all right? -Yeah.

-Honey, what happened? -I don't know.

You could have injured your cousin very seriously.

I'm sorry, Mr. Roarke. I don't know what came over me.

You really don't know, huh?

I'm sick and tired of being the black sheep,

the also-ran, the one who gets Janet's hand-me-downs.

It's been that way ever since my parents died

and I had to move in with Aunt Mabel

and her precious daughter.

Do you know what it's like to get left-over love, Mr. Roarke?

You never receive love

until you learn how to accept it.

I want them to love me, honestly.

Love you or approve of you?

I warn you once more, Miss Brown.

Think clearly,

control your emotions

or you may cause irreparable harm.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[BIRDS SINGING]

OTIS: Now don't that beat all?

[PEOPLE LAUGHING]

You know, Emily, the trouble with this punch is

that it don't have no punch in it.

Now, what it needs is a liberal dose

of good old down-home white lightning.

[HICCUPS] Excuse me.

Come on, Ma.

Dad, don't, please.

They seem like such nice people.

They can afford it.

I'm not taking from beggars.

OTIS: You bet.

Sure glad you all could come.

Here they come now.

-I'm Hadley Boggs. -Hi, how are you?

This is my father, Otis.

-How do you do? -How are you?

I'm Roger Fox. This is my daughter Kathi.

How do you do?

Is there something wrong?

No. It's just that you're very beautiful, Miss Fox.

[CHUCKLES]

Buy me a punch?

Certainly. Excuse us.

I tell you, this Fantasy Island is prettier than a heifer

in the springtime, ain't it?

Consider yourself a very lucky man, Mr. Boggs,

because I just happen to have an island paradise for sale.

-Oh? -Tropical climate, everything.

That sounds mighty inviting.

And you can get it for a song.

-Two million. -Only two million, eh?

Just sign your name, and it's yours.

I'm gonna tell you something.

This Fantasy Island is a lot more fun than real life.

So you just lead on out.

I'm gonna play the game with you.

Fine, I'll draw up the papers immediately

and we'll formalize things right after the party.

[LAUGHS]

Boy, isn't she something?

I never saw Trudy do that before.

It's like she suddenly believes in herself.

If Trudy performs like that,

she could take all the marbles.

Janet tells me that you were counting on

some commercial endorsements this year.

[CHUCKLES] So are the people I borrowed money from.

Well, maybe we can sell each other some insurance.

I mean, if the right girl wins all those marbles,

you'll own 25% of her commercial endorsements.

And you know who the right girl is,

don't you, Chad?

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

I just can't get over those nice Fantasy Island storekeepers.

Anything I wanted, just sign my name.

It's all part of being rich.

Oh, shoot, we ain't rich.

I mean, we don't often go without,

but we're still a long ways from being rich.

Yeah? Suppose you met a fellow who didn't have a dime.

Met him? Where?

Anywhere.

Supposing I met this fellow on Fantasy Island?

Okay. And he didn't have any money.

Everybody's got some money.

Everybody does not have money.

Aw, forget it. It's hopeless.

What's hopeless?

Frank?

The whole silly, romantic...

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Go away, Miss Boggs.

Are you trying to tell me that you're broke?

Twenty-five cents till payday.

Well, where I come from,

if one person has a quarter

and another person doesn't have anything,

but they both care for each other...

Then they both got half a quarter.

Do you have the time to drive me up to Spyglass Point?

I hear that Fantasy Island moonlight is free.

Sure.

JANET: Trudy's really going for Chad's line.

MABEL: If he makes her miss curfew,

she'll be disqualified and you'll be a sure winner.

You better go to bed, Janet. It's almost curfew time.

Thank you for the most wonderful evening

in as long as I can remember.

-May I freshen your drink? -Yes, please.

TRUDY: I lost my watch.

It must be getting late.

Plenty of time. Curfew's not till ten thirty.

Everyone's leaving.

It's just after nine. You know where they're going.

Come on, let's have one more dance

and we'll go up to Lookout Peak, too.

Okay.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[STRUMMING BANJO]

That was some party, huh?

Ain't that there mink coat that I bought you a dilly, Ma?

If you say so, Otis, if you say so.

Oh, Mr. Fox.

You got that there paperwork for that land of mine?

-Does Johnny Cash wear black? -[LAUGHS]

You really want to live on an island, Pa?

It's a game, Ma, a game.

There you are.

How soon will I expect the title deed on that there land?

The minute escrow closes.

[LAUGHS] It's a pleasure doing business with you, Foxy.

You will love it. [CHUCKLES]

Well!

Where you going, Ma?

You just sit there and think about your fancy cars

and your fur coats and your island.

I have had enough of this being rich!

There.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Good night, Chad. And good luck tomorrow. I hope you win.

-You, too. -Thanks.

Bye.

Trudy!

Trudy, it's after curfew!

-It can't be! -It's almost 10:45.

Oh, no!

Bud, what am I gonna do? I'll be disqualified.

Wait. I know a back way through the laundry room.

Come on.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Same old Bud.

Always so concerned about others.

Thank you. Gotta go.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[GIGGLING]

Good!

-Nice, huh? -Yes.

[CHUCKLES]

You know, I wish this weekend would last forever.

What's wrong?

You don't know anything about me, Hadley.

I know I want to kiss you.

If that works out, we'll take it from there.

Hadley...

My father's a thief.

Big deal.

Hadley, I'm serious.

So am I. I'm interested in you, not your dad.

Hadley, would you listen to me?

My father's a con man, a sting artist.

Do you hear me? I'm his daughter.

Well, are you a team?

No, we're not a team.

And in a way, it's really not that bad.

No excuses. [CHUCKLES]

He hurts himself more than he hurts anyone else.

Poor clod, most of his deals backfire.

Can't you get him to quit?

I've tried, my mother's tried.

He just sees the end of the rainbow

and can't wait to get there.

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

What I'm trying to say is...

We're not the rich Foxes.

We are the flat-broke Foxes.

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

Okay.

I can't blame you for turning your back on me.

[LAUGHING]

-You're beautiful. -[BOTH LAUGHING]

You are really beautiful.

-Did you hear me? -Yeah, I heard you.

You said, "Hadley Boggs, I'm the girl for you."

[BOTH LAUGHING]

[SIGHING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Can you imagine the face on the matron

when Trudy tries to explain that she lost her watch?

Trudy should be more careful with her valuables.

Keep them locked up when she's practicing.

I'll put this back in her room.

You're sure Trudy's been disqualified?

I made her 45 minutes late last night.

Tell me something.

I know why I got involved in this,

but you...

You have to hate Trudy an awful lot

to do a thing like this.

Your own niece.

She's not a bad kid, you know.

She's too much like her mother.

Her mother's dead. Janet told me.

Good lord.

It's the mother you hate, your sister-in-law.

Six years ago this week on a highway driving too fast,

she spun out on a curve, lost control, went over a cliff.

She took my brother with her.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

I just want my Janet to be the best.

[GASPS]

[JANET SCREAMING]

Enough.

[SCREAMING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

No more, Miss Brown.

No more.

ROARKE: And one very expensive automobile,

a yacht, a string of polo ponies,

half an interest in a professional basketball team,

one lynx coat.

Full-length.

Two mink coats.

Boss, don't forget the world cruise

and the life membership to the country club.

Mr. Roarke, this fantasy's gone all wrong.

Mr. Boggs, I feel it is only fair to advise you

that some of the creditors are demanding their money already.

Fortunately, many of the items in question

have never been used and can, therefore, be returned.

But there is one very expensive item

that cannot be overlooked.

The island off Florida.

Your father signed a $2 million promissory note.

Unfortunately, I have just ascertained

that the real estate in question

is nothing more than a mud bank

in a swamp inhabited solely by antisocial alligators.

That's wonderful. That Roger Fox is a con man all right.

His daughter told me so.

But he can't get blood out of a turnip.

But he can get a farm out of a $2 million promissory note,

don't you think?

You mean Fox would foreclose on my Ma and Pa's farm?

Mr. Roarke, what am I gonna do?

A bright young man like you should know that

most confidence men are successful

because they play on their victim's greed.

Does that not suggest something to you, Mr. Boggs?

That sure as shootin' does!

Can I count on your help, gentlemen?

All the way!

As long as the idea is yours, Mr. Boggs.

It's all mine, all mine.

Thank you.

ROARKE: You were given a special power

to help you make things happen

and thereby gain confidence, self-worth,

so you could utilize to the fullest your abilities,

not to wreak vengeance on others.

They tricked me!

They tried to have me disqualified!

They deserve to be punished.

Punished by you, Miss Brown?

Do you have that right?

I didn't actually hurt anyone.

You're wrong.

Vengeance is always costly to someone.

In this case, to you, Miss Brown.

Look at the price you paid.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

That's not me.

[WHIMPERING]

This mirror only reflects the truth.

That's how you see yourself now.

Your beauty was never a fantasy, Miss Brown.

It was part of the gentle, sensitive girl you used to be.

Unfortunately, that girl no longer exists.

No!

No, Mr. Roarke!

[TEARFUL] No!

[DOOR CLOSING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Now, Tattoo, I want you to do precisely what we discussed.

Precisely. No more, no less. Do you understand?

Don't worry, boss.

I'll do better than Redford and Newman in The Sting.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Hello, Mr. Fox. Do you have a minute?

Sure. Sit down.

You sure run a wonderful operation here.

Barely marginal, but I heard about your island.

What's it like? Plenty of water?

Plenty, all around it.

-Good beaches? -Not bad.

I'll take it.

I've already sold it.

-How much? -$2 million.

[CHUCKLES] I'll give you four.

MR. FOX: That's big money for such a little guy.

You know that guy I work for?

-Roarke? -Yes, Mr. Roarke.

Well, I do all the work around here.

And you know what? He gets all the credit.

TATTOO: I'm tired of it! I'm fed up!

I'm gonna have my own island.

I'm going to call it "Incredible Reef."

There you are, Tattoo.

There is a problem in the kitchen.

Please attend to it right away, huh?

See what I mean? Call me later on.

Good afternoon, Mr. Fox, I've been looking for you.

-You, too? -May I?

-Please. -I'll come straight to the point.

Your island, off the Florida coast?

-Yes? -I wish to purchase it for cash.

Suddenly everybody wants to buy my Florida island!

Why?

Please, Mr. Fox, we're both men of the world.

Let's not play games.

Mr. Fox, you're the kindest, most generous man in the world!

I am?

Gold, Mr. Fox.

A strike was made on the island you sold my pa.

Now the cat's out of the bag.

Hey, there's Pa. He's gonna bless you, Mr. Fox.

So is my ma, so is my sister.

Every hog in Boggs Hollow is gonna praise your name!

Thank you. Thank you.

Hey, Pa, wait till you hear!

Roarke.

Get me out of this deal, and you're in for 10%.

Mr. Fox. Mr. Fox, what can I say?

My own private island and all this gold!

What island is that?

The one you sold my pa.

Oh, that island.

We talked about it, but he wasn't interested.

You can't get away with it, Foxy!

You can't get away with it. Mr. Roarke knows our deal.

Roarke, tell him.

Well, it certainly would appear that Mr. Boggs

didn't actually sign a formal contract.

If he decides to take action,

legal proceedings could drag on for months, perhaps years.

Depositions, personal backgrounds dug into,

embarrassing skeletons released from closets, perhaps.

Why not consider a settlement?

Say, a nuisance fee?

I'll buy that.

How about you, Mr. Boggs?

-No! -Well, I...

-Fight it, Pa. -Wait a minute. Just wait a minute.

I don't know much about land deals,

but I do know some bad things about lawyers.

Now this could be just the time to square things out of court.

ROARKE: Splendid!

In that case, Mr. Fox,

please be kind enough to make out a check for...

$100,000.

It would be a pleasure.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Mr. Boggs, here's your check.

I'm sorry, Mr. Boggs, but this check

is part of the fantasy.

[CHUCKLES] Sure.

Easy come, easy go.

Pa, you'll never learn about money.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Say, Roarke. You're neat.

Thank you.

You know something?

You and I would make sweet partners.

If you don't mind, I'll take that check.

I do mind. I will hold the check.

Suit yourself, but...

it's not worth the paper it's written on.

In monetary terms. Oh, I know that.

And yet to me, it has infinite value.

If perchance one day it should come to my ears

that some unfortunate person has bought the Statue of Liberty,

or perhaps an island under water from you,

this rubber check would very swiftly

find its way to the bunco squad.

So on this lovely last day

of your visit to Fantasy Island Mr. Fox

let us call this check your certificate of graduation

to the society of honest laborers.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[DOOR OPENING]

I've been looking for you.

Mr. Roarke asked me to meet him here.

Me, too, but it's almost time for the tournament.

I'm not competing.

Trudy, you have to compete. You can win.

I don't deserve to win.

What are you talking about?

Bud...

You don't know me.

I can do terrible things, hurt people.

I'm ugly. I'm really ugly!

You're wrong, Trudy. Look at yourself. Come on.

Look, come on.

You're the prettiest, sweetest girl I've ever known.

I'm okay again.

[SIGHS]

And you...

I always knew you were good-looking,

but you're more beautiful than ever.

You really are.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

ROARKE: Congratulations.

You are seeing things clearly again, Miss Brown.

And I hope you win the gymnastics tournament.

But you'd better hurry, it begins in five minutes.

Thank you.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[APPLAUSE]

COMMENTATOR: Miss Trudy Brown, now performing,

needs a 9.8 score in order to win.

Boss, it's going to be tough.

Yes, Tattoo. Very rough, indeed.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[APPLAUSE]

[APPLAUSE]

[MUSIC ENDS]

[APPLAUSE, CHEERING]

[CROWD APPLAUDING]

Twenty-five percent of nothing adds up to...

Nothing. See you around, ladies.

[APPLAUSE CONTINUES]

[CHEERING]

Boss, she did it! She won!

Yes, Tattoo. Trudy Brown made it happen.

[CHEERING CONTINUES]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Here we are. Watch your step there, Ma.

-Goodbye, Mr. Roarke. -Goodbye, Mrs. Boggs.

Bye-bye, Tattoo.

Mr. Roarke, that's what I call a first-rate wedding.

Oh, splendid, but Mrs. Boggs seems a little preoccupied.

I know.

She's been that way ever since we got here.

A woman who has worked hard all her life

to take care of her family

and believes that she's important to them,

and then suddenly she's surrounded by servants.

ROARKE: She's not allowed to mend clothes,

cook meals, do anything.

Her husband and children are so preoccupied with new toys,

that she feels she's not needed anymore.

ROARKE: Not loved as much, maybe.

Surely you understand, Mr. Boggs, don't you?

I think I do. I think I do, and thank you, Mr. Roarke.

-Thank you, Mr. Roarke. -Goodbye Mr. Boggs, Mrs. Boggs.

It's our pleasure. Our pleasure.

ROARKE: Mrs. Long, Mr. Long.

-FRANK: Thank you. -My pleasure.

Goodbye.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Well, I found out something here, Mr. Roarke.

What Mom's trying to say is that she and I...

Well, we're not the same two people that arrived here.

Fantasy Island changes most people.

And always for the best.

[CHUCKLES]

Well, thank you. Goodbye.

-JANET: Thank you. -Bye, Miss Martin, Mrs. Martin.

Bye.

Thank you for everything, Mr. Roarke and Tattoo.

I never could have won that tournament

without the special power you gave me.

You're wrong, Miss Brown.

The power came from within you.

I won?

On my own?

Absolutely. It's the only way to win.

Oh, by the way, there is a certain someone

who would like to sit beside you on the return trip.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[LAUGHS]

Thank you.

-TATTOO: Boss. -ROARKE: Yes?

-I hope she comes back soon. -Why?

I like the way she says goodbye.

[CHUCKLES]

Yes. [CHUCKLES]

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