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[THEME MUSIC PLAYS]

[BELL TOLLING]

The plane, the plane!

[GIGGLING]

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

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

ROARKE: Smiles, everyone, smiles!

[BAND PLAYS]

Ah, Mr. Jack Oberstar,

a very successful businessman from Denver, Colorado.

TATTOO: He looks, kind of uptight.

What's his fantasy?

ROARKE: To go back in time to World War II.

What does he want to be, a dead hero?

No, my friend, he wants to find proof

that his older brother was not the coward

history has judged him to be.

Unfortunately, he may be risking his life for nothing.

TATTOO: I know her, boss.

She's one of the reporters for that TV news magazine.

Quite right, Tattoo.

Miss Christine Connelly of Expose America.

One of the most popular television programs

of that country.

TATTOO: Uh-oh, is she out to get one of our guests?

No, my friend, she's out to get me.

What do you mean, boss?

She intends to prove that Fantasy Island...

-is a fraud. -What? Boss!

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

JACK: No, no, no, no, Mr. Roarke,

I knew my brother. No.

You see, he was everything to our family.

[SIGHING]

After our father died, Kenny took over.

[SIGHS] He took two jobs to support us.

Lord, he even put me through college.

You see, there wasn't a selfish nor a cowardly bone in his body.

Yet, in my research to prepare your fantasy,

I find the Army accused him of abandoning his command

on the fire, deserting, and then engaging

in black marketeering in Europe after the war.

They had no proof.

No one who knew Kenny ever saw him again

after that day near Anzio.

You think he was killed in action?

Yes, I do, Tattoo.

And over the years,

especially while our mother was still alive,

I've tried to prove his innocence.

Unfortunately, I've been unsuccessful.

And the grief that that caused our mother

let her to lose hope and eventually contributed

to her early death.

I hope your fantasy fulfills all your expectations,

Mr. Oberstar.

-Tattoo? -Follow me, please.

In here, please.

[DOOR CLOSING]

I will grant your fantasy, Mr. Oberstar,

provided you fully understand the very real danger

to which you'll be exposed by entering a wartime situation.

Yes, yes, yes, yes. I understand. I'm ready.

Then think of your brother.

Think very hard.

Focus your mind on his face as you remember it.

Think back, Mr. Oberstar, to 1944.

The allied forces landed at Anzio.

And by February 20th, were driving a wedge

into the middle of the general line.

However, there were small pockets of fierce resistance.

Now, Mr. Oberstar...

now... look at the photograph on the wall.

Concentrate on it.

Because it was here in this small Italian village

that your brother was last seen alive.

He will be here.

And I trust you will find the answers

to all your questions.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

JACK: I'm here.

I'm really here.

[AIRPLANE MOTOR ROARING]

[GUN FIRING]

ROARKE: Please have a seat, won't you?

CHRISTINE: No, I'll just be a minute.

ROARKE: All right, how may I be of service?

Well, I thought that if it's okay with you,

I would interview some of your guests on camera.

-You have no objections, do you? -If they have none, I have none.

-Good. -Yeah.

Hmm.

Then I thought-- Oh, this is lovely.

Then, I thought I might interview you...

because I would like the audience to watch you

as you respond.

Boss, she's hoping you get mad,

so you throw her out of your office,

while the camera is rolling.

No, I'm afraid I'll have no such luck.

My research tells me that Mr. Roarke has his emotions

totally under control at all times.

Like all good con artists.

Just what did your research entail, Miss Connelly?

Well, mainly, I just interviewed some of your clients.

Some of your guests that have been here before.

Would you like to know how many? Eleven.

Do you know how many dissatisfied customers you had?

Hmm? None.

Well, then, may I ask why you are here?

Well, because my experience tells me

that there is no such thing as 11 satisfied customers.

So, I don't know what you did, whether you drugged them,

whether you hypnotized them or maybe even both.

[SCOFFS] But I intend to find out.

Thanks.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, from Venice, California,

Mr. Truck Sheehy.

[CROWD APPLAUDING]

Mr. Sheehy will be attempting to lift 570 pounds,

a new world's record.

Well, not knowing that this young man has been

on our production staff at Expose America,

Mr. Roarke, owner-operator of the Fantasy Island,

has promised to grant his fantasy

to become the strongest man in the world.

And, Jay, could you tell us just how long

you have been a production assistant on our staff?

Uh, about two years, Christine.

And you have never lifted weights before, is that right?

I mean, no less entered a weightlifting contest,

-is that true? -Uh,

-I'm not exactly the type. -[CHRISTINE CHUCKLING]

Now, let's get back to the weightlifting competition

and see what happens.

-Okay, cut. -[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Any problems?

-Clean take all the way. -All right.

Uh, let's go out and set up in front of the stage,

all right? And, you, good luck. [CHUCKLES]

-Uh, thanks. [CHUCKLES] -Okay.

ROARKE: And now, I must ask you

-for absolute silence, please. -Now, move in. All right.

[GRUNTS]

-MAN: Oh. -WOMAN: Oh.

[BREATHING DEEPLY]

MAN: Oh!

[PANTS]

MAN: He's got it.

-[GRUNTING] -MAN: All right.

MAN 2: Yeah! He did it.

-[CROWD EXCLAIMING] -[GRUNTS]

MAN: He's got it.

The judges are indicating that Mr. Sheehy has succeeded

in lifting 570 pounds for a new world's record.

[CROWD EXCLAIMS, APPLAUDS]

Only one contestant stands now between Mr. Sheehy

and the championship.

Ladies and gentlemen, here is that final contestant,

a virtual unknown from Chandler, Ohio,

Mr. Jay Michaels.

[CROWD APPLAUDING, LAUGHING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

CHRISTINE: Ladies and gentlemen, you're about to see

Fantasy Island exposed on Expose America.

[CROWD LAUGHING]

MAN: Oh!

What is this guy?

In this, his first and final attempt of the day,

Mr. Michaels will try to break the world's record

by lifting five pounds more than Mr. Sheehy.

Five. Let's make that 50.

Let's go for the whole full hilt.

-MAN 1: Oh, man! -MAN 2 : No!

Fifty pounds for a total of 620 pounds,

ladies and gentlemen.

I again must ask you for complete silence, please.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Uh, Mr. Michaels?

-[MEN LAUGHING] -MAN: What's he doing?

Uh, Mr. Michaels, it is customary to chalk

your hands first.

-[CLEARS THROAT] -Tattoo?

-There it is, boss. -Thank you.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[MAN LAUGHING]

-MAN: Whoo! -[PEOPLE WHISTLING]

-[GRUNTS] -[CROWD GASPS]

[CLEARS THROAT]

[GRUNTS]

WOMAN: How did he do that?

-[GRUNTS] -[CROWD MURMURING]

[CROWD MURMURING]

The judges have confirmed it, ladies and gentlemen,

Mr. Jay Michaels has lifted the record-breaking 620 pounds

-to win the championship. -[CROWD APPLAUDING]

I did it, I did it! I don't believe it! I did it!

I did it! I don't believe it, I did it!

That's impossible! This is great, yes!

Yeah, I did it. All right, then!

Yay. I did it! I did it! I did it!

I don't believe it, I did it!

[GASPS]

[KEN COUGHING]

[PANTS]

Kenny?

-Kenny, it's you. -Jack?

Jack!

What the hell are you doing here?

What's the matter, did you think I was gonna let you

-win the war by yourself? -How the hell did you get here?

You mean you never heard of reinforcements?

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

Not here. [SIGHS]

It's taken us two weeks to push a lousy half mile

of the beach. We've been cut off and pinned down on this street

for two days.

I've only got eight men left out of a whole company.

Do you understand how many dead men that is?

I...

-[BOMB EXPLOSION IN DISTANCE] -[KEN GRUNTS]

[MACHINE GUN FIRING]

Now, listen, we'd better get out of here.

You see those men over there in that building?

-JACK: Yeah. -KEN: Okay,

when I say "go", I want you to run as fast as you can

and stay with me.

[DISTANT MISSILES WHISTLING]

Go!

FRANK: Look, Mr. Roarke, I've seen two plane loads

of passengers come and go already

and my ex-wife hasn't been on either one of them.

Maybe you can't handle my fantasy.

Patience, Mr. Thomas. Patience, please.

So, you were divorced after 20 years of marriage

and now you feel you've made a mistake, huh?

I'd do anything to get Connie back.

Trouble is she moved away the day the divorce was final.

I don't know where she is or how she'd feel

about reconciliation.

Yours is not an easy fantasy, Mr. Thomas.

Look... if you can't get my ex-wife and me

back together again, why don't you just

give me back my money and we'll forget the whole thing.

I said it would be difficult, not impossible.

Go back to your bungalow, Mr. Thomas, and try to relax.

Your fantasy will be granted.

I promise you.

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

-[SIGHS] -[DOOR CLOSING]

Boss, I'm worried.

What if you can't make his fantasy work?

We do seem to be having our difficulties,

don't we, Tattoo?

Yes.

We also have that woman snooping around the island

waiting for us to fail.

We got to do something.

Yes, my friend, I quite agree.

I quite agree.

I know this may sound strange to you guys,

but the last time I looked at those barbells,

they felt very, very heavy.

And when I set them down,

they nearly went through the floor.

Come on, Jay, you know you didn't lift

six hundred twenty pounds out there.

Hey, now, wait a minute, you guys,

they couldn't have switched that barbell on me.

Everybody was watching.

Everybody on that stage was pretending.

This contest was rigged from the beginning to the end.

Yeah, maybe you guys are right.

Well, I guess I'll be leaving.

Come on, Jay.

I mean, after all, some of these actors that he has

walking around here, have me going pretty good too.

[SIGHS]

So long, Jay.

FRANK: Want your usual, Christine?

-[SIGHS] What? -Your usual.

Oh, no, no. I have a lot of writing to do tonight.

[SIGHS]

I hope no one saw me come in. [SIGHS]

Well, if the word gets back to Roarke,

he'll just think I'm interviewing

a dissatisfied customer.

There's no chance he could actually

find my ex-wife.

-Is there? -If the FBI couldn't get

a line on her, how could Roarke possibly?

And that's a good thing.

[CHUCKLES] Because that footage we got on Jay

doesn't exactly prove Roarke is a fake.

So, if he doesn't come through with my fantasy,

-we got him. -CHRISTINE: Correction.

When he doesn't come through with your fantasy, we got him.

You guys enjoy yourselves.

I think Jay needs a little cheering up.

[ALL CHUCKLE]

There's no way a lousy, little, dirt ball like you

could have beat me in that contest.

No way!

You know it and I know it.

And very soon, those judges better know it.

-Catch on? -Hey!

Hey, you stop that! Come on, now, you put him down!

Put him down!

-Are you all right? -Yeah. [SIGHS]

-[SIGHS] You all right? -Yeah.

You know, he thinks I cheated.

-He thinks I rigged the contest. -He doesn't think anything.

He does exactly what Roarke tells him to do at all times.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

-You sure about that? -I'm positive about that.

JAY: Then, uh, what about her?

Wait a minute, that can't be.

That's-- that's Connie. That's Frank's ex-wife.

[EXPLOSION IN DISTANCE]

[EXPLOSION IN DISTANCE]

I know that look, Ken.

What's bothering you besides the whole war?

[EXPLOSION IN DISTANCE]

I've seen so many good men killed

in the past few days, Jack.

I knew almost all of them.

Every time I gave an order,

I knew some of those men would die

and there wasn't a damn thing I could do to stop it.

But they're soldiers.

They know that.

Oh, little brother...

if that only made a difference.

Now, I have to worry about you.

About the last thing in the world I needed,

would be you to be here.

[EXPLOSION IN DISTANCE]

Oh, Jack.

[SIGHS] I'm still glad to see you.

Even here.

How's Mom holding up?

Mom?

Just like always.

You know Mom,

always bragging about you to whoever will lend an ear.

Back in Stafford, Kansas, you're a pretty big hero.

Hey, Kenny.

Maybe you will get the help that you need.

Yeah.

Maybe's the word.

I just have this feeling that none of us

are ever going to live to get to the end of this street.

Or any other street.

[EXPLOSION IN DISTANCE]

[PHONE RINGING]

-[CAPTAIN SPEAKING ON PHONE] -Sir?

-Yeah? -CIMINO: It's the captain.

[KEN GRUNTING]

Oberstar, sir.

[CAPTAIN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER PHONE]

Do you know what you're asking, sir?

[CAPTAIN CONTINUES SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER PHONE]

Yes, sir. Eighteen hundred hours.

[CAPTAIN CONTINUES SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER PHONE]

I understand.

[EXPLOSION IN DISTANCE]

The captain says we're going to have to make due

with the men we have.

Division wants this town for headquarters... by tonight.

[SIGHS]

It's up to us to knock out those machine guns.

How we going to do that? Krauts will eat us up.

We'll do as we're ordered, Sergeant.

Like always.

Yes, sir.

[GUN CLICKING]

Okay, the first thing we're gonna do is

move a little closer.

You see that wine shop

on the other side of the tank there.

I hope you got a plan in mind, sir?

That's right, Sergeant, I do, but first we're going to move.

Cimino, you and Galloway are going to go first.

Get ready.

When I say go, you move.

Go!

[MACHINE GUN FIRING]

When I fire, you go.

Go!

[MACHINE GUN FIRING]

I'm never going to be able to figure out

how you got here today, Jack.

Maybe some kind of a miracle.

Somehow I know you don't belong here.

Just call it fate.

You just call it whatever you want.

But you don't move a muscle.

You just stay right here until we knock out

those two machine grenades.

I'll see you, kid brother.

[MACHINE GUNS FIRING]

Kenny, wait!

[MACHINE GUNS FIRING]

-JAY: You can stop worrying. -[CHRISTINE STIRRING DRINK]

Christine, here he comes now.

[GASPS] Hi, Frank!

How'd it go? I mean, with Connie?

If you mean did we get back together,

no chance.

She's getting married again,

which changes the terms of our settlement.

Coming out here to talk to me was her lawyer's idea.

Oh, thank God!

I mean, I'm sorry, Frank, but...

I just found out our boss is going to be here

this afternoon.

-Walter Morlin? -Yes.

[SIGHS] I think he found out how over budget I am

on this show.

Up till now, I didn't think I had a show.

Thanks, Frank.

Come on, sit down. Now, we'll get you on camera.

I'll get Frosty to set up

and you can tell the whole world what a fraud Roarke is.

Yeah, come on, sit down, I'll get another chair.

[GROANING]

TRUCK: You got two choices.

Either tell those judges you cheated

or go look for a mortician.

[GROANS]

JAY: Oh, boy. [SIGHS]

-Is that guy really an actor? -Oh, yes.

It's part of the whole scam.

[GUNSHOTS]

I warned you,

it would be a most dangerous fantasy, Mr. Oberstar.

What are you doing here?

Let me just say I had a feeling my presence would be useful.

Besides...

I believe there is a,

shall we say, secret part of your fantasy

that you neglected to mention to me.

I don't know what you're talking about--

Mr. Oberstar, you cannot change the past.

If indeed your brother did commit an act of cowardness,

you cannot change that fact any more

than you can change the fact that those men are going to die.

[EXPLOSION IN DISTANCE]

But Ken is my brother.

And he's right over there. And he is alive.

There's got to be something that...

Mr. Roarke?

Mr. Roarke?

There's got to be something.

[GRUNTS]

[MACHINE GUNS FIRING]

-[MEN GRUNTING] -Hold your fire!

[PANTS]

You never did listen too good, did you?

So, I got lonesome. [PANTING]

Oh, you little brat. [CHUCKLES]

ROARKE: I dropped by to see if you would like to come

to the party I'm having for my guests tonight.

CHRISTINE: Oh, the party. Sounds wonderful.

-Would you like to sit down? -Oh, thank you.

-Please. -Thank you.

Can I get anybody anything?

-Oh, no. Thank you. -No, no, thank you.

[ROARKE SIGHS]

[SIGHS] Connie.

I hear you're getting married in two weeks.

Yes. [CHUCKLES] Two weeks from today, in fact.

Hmm.

Well, frankly, I never could quite understand

why you and Frank decided to quit.

[STAMMERS] You seemed to be so happy together.

But if this is working out for you, I want you to know

I'm very happy for you.

[CHUCKLES] Thank you.

Uh, forgive me for asking, Mrs. Thomas,

and please don't feel you have to answer, of course,

but why did you get divorced?

Frank was seeing another woman.

Frank?

-He was? -Oh...

he tried to tell me it was strictly a business relationship

but, uh...

I knew better.

Did you know the other woman?

Look, I'd, uh...

really rather not talk about this.

In fact, Mr. Roarke, I think that my coming

to your party is not a very good idea.

No, wait a minute.

Look, if you're worried about running into Frank,

don't be.

Why don't you just think about the wedding coming up

in two weeks and come on, have a good time.

I know I'm going to have a good time

because I love farewell parties.

We're going to divide into two squads, Sergeant.

You take one, I take the other.

Yes, sir.

Your job's going to be to get the Germans' attention

and keep it.

As soon as you start firing,

we'll try and move in close and hit them with grenades.

Yes, sir.

Um...

excuse me for, uh, saying so, sir...

but all your plan is going to do is get us all killed.

The Germans are waiting on us out there.

I wish I knew a better way.

But I don't.

So, at precisely 1800 hours, you'll begin your diversion,

Sergeant, as ordered.

Yes, sir.

Henderson, you, you, go with Galloway.

Cimino and you other two, you go with me.

You got thirty minutes.

Now, let's get ready.

[MOUTHING]

Hi.

Hi.

American?

Red, white and blue all the way, sweetheart.

I've come to liberate you.

-Ple-- please. -No, it's okay.

Shh, keep quiet.

-No, please. -Do it nice and friendly.

[WHIMPERS] No, no.

Galloway's right, you know.

They are out there waiting for us.

They'll probably get us just like they got

all the others.

I just hope I have the guts to do

what I have to do out there.

[WOMAN SCREAMING]

What? What's the matter, huh?

[JACK GRUNTING]

Just hold it!

If we live through this thing,

you can tell all about it at your court-martial.

[EXPLOSION IN DISTANCE]

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

Cimino, you speak the lady's language,

you go over there and apologize to her for Uncle Sam.

Tell her if she hides out tonight,

the battalion oughtta be here by then and she'll be safe.

Yes, sir.

You got ten minutes, Sergeant.

Well, I had this microphone open, you see,

and he didn't know I had it open,

-so you can imagine. [CHUCKLES] -[ROARKE CHUCKLES]

JAY: Oh, excuse me for interrupting.

-Oh, Jay. -Hello, Mrs. Thomas.

-Hi, Jay. -Uh, Walter Morlin is here.

Oh, all right.

Walter Morlin, that's my boss.

[GASPS] You don't mind

if he comes to the party tonight, do you?

-Oh, I'd be delighted. -Well, good.

Then, he can watch me wrap up my story on you in person.

[CHUCKLES] Jay, grab a chair.

-Okay. -Sit down.

-[JAY GROANS] -[ALL GASP]

He's going to kill me.

He knows I didn't tell the judges.

Why didn't you?

Because it's the only contest I ever won.

And I won that contest fair and square.

I was going to give this later to you as a souvenir,

but perhaps you better use it instead.

-[CHRISTINE GASPS] -[CONNIE SHRIEKS]

[GASPS]

[TRUCK GRUNTS]

[JAY GRUNTING]

-[CONNIE SHRIEKS] -All right, Jay!

[GUESTS APPLAUDING]

I did it! I beat him in a fair fight, I did it!

I got my fantasy. I'm the world's strongest man!

This is great! I can't believe this!

This-- Well, it's not all bad here, yes!

[LAUGHS] This is very nice. Thank you, that was nothing.

It really wasn't anything at all. [LAUGHING]

[GUNSHOTS IN DISTANCE]

[MACHINE GUNS FIRING]

[MACHINE GUNS FIRING]

Listen up.

As soon as Galloway and his men start firing, we go.

Get as close as you can to that building.

If we get lucky, we may hit their ammo supply

and blow up the whole damn thing.

I hope you guys played a lot of baseball.

What the hell is keeping him?

GALLOWAY: I'm getting out of here.

I'm staying alive.

-[GUN SHOTS] -Better yet, we all go.

That way nobody talks.

Galloway?

[GUNSHOTS]

[SIGHS]

Well, I guess it's up to us now.

I'm sorry, little brother.

Okay, come on, let's go.

Let's go!

[MACHINE GUNS FIRING]

[MACHINE GUNS FIRING]

[GRUNTING]

[PANTS]

No, Kenny!

[MACHINE GUNS FIRING]

No!

You have seen the truth as it really happened,

Mr. Obertsar.

And now, it's over.

But Kenny was killed in action. He was a war hero.

At least, let me get some proof.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Oberstar, but--

Please.

Don't you see, if I can get Kenny's dog tags,

then I can prove the remains they found in those ruins

were really his.

Then, they'll have to do something.

They'll have to investigate.

All right.

Two minutes.

Galloway?

Kenny?

Peter A. Galloway?

[SOBS]

It was so simple. [SNIFFLES]

All these years, he just switched tags.

Oh, Kenny.

[SOBS]

[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

This is all very lovely, Mr. Roarke,

but I'm still going to nail you.

As far as Frank Thomas is concerned, you struck out.

The reason I haven't been able to bring him

and his ex-wife back together is because I need help.

-Your help. -[CHUCKLES] My help?

Well, after all, the woman Mrs. Thomas thinks

her husband is seeing

is you.

Me?

Well, from the way Mrs. Thomas acted in your bungalow,

I thought it was quite obvious.

Me?

-Mr. Roarke? -Yes, sir?

Walter Morlin, news director UBS Network.

Oh. How do you do, sir?

So, you're the man that makes, uh, fantasies come true.

Well, it looks as though Expose America

is about to bring your operation to a well-deserved end.

Right, Christine?

Wrong. [SIGHS] Come with me, Frank.

Why don't you consider having your honeymoon here?

Connie,

I swear to you I never so much as kissed Frank

or wanted to, let alone have an affair with him.

So, now, if that is the reason why you two had a divorce,

I mean, you've got to tell him, because if it was,

my God, that was really stupid.

[SIGHS]

Now, Christine, what was I to think?

I mean, he came home late just about every single night.

Because he is the most dedicated, hardworking

tape editor I have ever been blessed with in my life.

Believe me.

[SIGHS]

Frank...

It's true, honey.

[CROWD APPLAUDING]

Oh, Frank.

You realize what they're doing?

Mm-hm. Reconciling.

[SIGHS]

Do you further realize you spent almost 100,000 dollars

proving that Fantasy Island is legitimate?

Yeah, well, these things happen.

Not on our network, they don't.

Christine, you're fired.

[SIGHS]

I couldn't help but overhear.

Not only did you make Frank's fantasy come true,

but you used me to do it.

-I'm terribly sorry. -Hmm.

I suppose now you're going to ask me to dance.

ROARKE: What a lovely idea. Shall we?

Only if you tell me your secret.

-Will you excuse us, Tattoo? -[CHUCKLES] Yes, boss. Go ahead.

And don't try to tell me that you don't have any secrets

because I have spent 15 years proving

that when something sounds too good to be true,

ten times out of ten it isn't true,

no matter how much I want to believe it.

Ah, so your real fantasy would be to prove

that Fantasy Island isn't a fraud, huh?

[CHUCKLING] I suppose so.

Well, look around, Miss Connelly.

Isn't that precisely what you've done?

Yeah.

I guess so.

[CHUCKLING]

[SIGHS]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

All I wanted was some proof, Mr. Roarke.

All I found was the truth. Somehow that just isn't enough.

Fate works in strange ways, Mr. Oberstar.

This news report says that a prisoner

serving a life sentence for criminal activities,

died yesterday in France.

Yeah. So, what are you driving at, Roarke?

"A routine fingerprint check has revealed the true identity

of the prisoner to be...

Peter A. Galloway.

Long presumed dead in heroic military action

near Anzio in 1944.

He had apparently assumed the identity of the real hero...

Lieutenant Ken Oberstar.

The United States government

has ordered a full investigation."

Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

-Thank you for both of us. -Yes, sir.

-Goodbye, Tattoo. -Good luck.

Well, I guess this is good-bye.

Does this mean you're not going to grill me

on national TV anymore?

Grill you on TV? Do you want her to, Tattoo?

No, but when I told my aunt I was going to be on TV,

she bought a video recorder.

Well, I'll tell you what,

you give your aunt's name and address to Frosty

and I will cut together all of the footage I made of you

and transfer it to a cassette and we'll send it to your aunt.

Then you can be on her television set.

Great, fantastic!

I'm terribly sorry about your job.

No, don't be.

You know, this whole thing has made me realize

how cynical I have become. And I hate cynics.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

Listen, you're not gonna forget about me

too soon, are you?

There's no danger of that, Miss Connelly.

-Good-bye, Tattoo. -Good-bye, thank you very much.

Good-bye, Frosty.

-Bye-bye. -Good-bye.

[CHUCKLES]

Boss, cheer up.

I told them to send your aunt a cassette too.

[CHUCKLES]

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