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(BELL RINGING)

-Good morning, Mr. Roarke. -Good morning, Lawrence.

Smiles, everyone! Smiles!

(HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING)

LAWRENCE: Isn't that Mr. Nick Gleason, sir,

the gentleman who is putting on

the Fantasy Island Girl beauty pageant?

Yes, Lawrence.

A rather desperate man, I'm afraid.

Desperate, sir?

MR. ROARKE: As a producer of beauty contests,

rumor has it that a number of them

have been, uh, fixed.

Then what on Earth can his fantasy be?

To auction off the Fantasy Island Girl crown to the highest bidder?

I should hope not, Lawrence.

Since the Fantasy Island pageant will merit

international attention from the media,

Mr. Gleason considers this to be the last chance

he'll have to clean up his tarnished reputation,

and make a success of his life.

His fantasy is to produce an honest

and hugely successful show.

You seem familiar with our new guest, Lawrence.

LAWRENCE: Marion Sommers.

Even more lovely in person than on the screen.

I take it you're a fan.

-Oh, yes. -Ah.

But what on Earth can her fantasy be?

Surely, that is one person who, as they say, has it all.

Miss Sommers' fantasy is to be reunited

with the two children that she gave up for adoption

nearly 14 years ago

Children, sir? I had no idea.

Neither has anyone else, Lawrence.

Least of all her children.

LAWRENCE: Well, you can surely grant her fantasy, can't you, sir?

That will all depend on how Miss Sommers interprets the word "reunited."

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

MR. ROARKE: Ladies...

Very lovely ladies, may I add...

The competition will be exciting,

hectic, and I hope as enjoyable an experience for you

as it will be for those who come to see you compete

in the Fantasy Island Girl pageant.

As your host, I welcome you, and I wish you all well.

One of you will leave wearing the Fantasy Island Girl crown.

Which is gonna be me, thank you very much.

MR. ROARKE: However, there is more

to a beauty contest than mere beauty.

MR. ROARKE: If you open your eyes...

Like sleeping with the judges.

...to the wonder of new places,

and your hearts to the new friends you will make,

then you will all leave Fantasy Island a winner.

Thank you.

Thank you, and good luck to all of you.

You talk like you know a lot about beauty contests.

I've won my share.

Have you ever been in any put on by Mr. Gleason?

No, but I've heard about the way he operates.

The girl that he wants to win wins.

-If you know what I mean. -WOMAN: All right, girls...

As I call your names, step onstage,

give us a turn, and then move off

and get fitted for the outfits you'll be wearing.

First... Norma Adams.

Well, Mr. Roarke, we're underway.

What do you think?

I don't envy the judges, Mr. Gleason.

They're going to have a difficult choice to make.

WOMAN: Angelica Baker.

As one of the judges, Lawrence,

don't you agree?

Me, sir?

Well, Mr. Gleason suggested that someone should

represent Fantasy Island on the judges' panel,

and I recommended you.

Unless, of course, it's a burden you'd rather not...

Oh, no, no, no, sir.

We must all make sacrifices.

-Thank you, sir. -WOMAN: Tina Evans.

Something the matter, Mr. Gleason?

That girl is my daughter.

I swear to you, Mr. Roarke...

WOMAN: Jacqueline Bailey.

...I had no idea she entered this contest.

Oh.

I can see that puts you in a rather awkward position, doesn't it?

-Awkward? -WOMAN: Jill McLean.

I mean, if somebody finds out,

they'll think I'm putting in a fix.

I can be run out of this business for good.

WOMAN: Dora Walker.

MR. ROARKE: You have really beautiful children, Miss Sommers.

Mmm, and why not, with you for their mother?

(CHUCKLES) Please, where are they?

Ellie and Bill are already on the island, Miss Sommers,

but before I take you to them,

we must go over the ground rules.

Believe me, I have them memorized.

I am to lecture at the Fantasy Island drama workshop

for high school students.

I will show no favoritism,

nor will I make any grandiose offers

to any of the students,

in particular, Ellie or Bill Woods.

I know it sounds unfair, Miss Sommers,

but it's really for the best.

If you'll excuse me, sir,

I'll go and see if the workshop is ready

for Miss Sommers.

Of course, Lawrence.

Thank you.

For the best.

I know all about doing things

that are really for the best.

That's why I gave them up in the first place.

The best for them or for you, Miss Sommers?

Them, me, the three of us.

What difference does it make now?

I was young and trying to make it in the movie business

when their father ran out on me.

I didn't have a dime for anything,

let alone raising two children.

I thought that if I gave them up

they would have a better chance at life,

and so would I.

Then why, after all this time...

Because I can afford them now.

I can give them all the things I never could before.

I see.

Miss Sommers...

It's not just a monetary consideration, is it?

No.

Now my career can afford them as well.

No one is gonna be scandalized if it turns out

that I have two children.

I sympathize with you and all the pain

I know this has caused you, Miss Sommers,

but, um, it's really quite beside the point, isn't it?

Because no one will ever know you have these children.

That's right.

My fantasy was to be reunited with them,

not to take them home.

Exactly.

-Mr. Lawrence? -Yes.

You're one of the judges, aren't you?

Yes, miss.

Mr. Lawrence, I wouldn't dream of doing anything

to influence the decision of a contest judge.

That would be unethical.

But a girl all alone needs somebody to protect her.

Especially at night, if you know what I mean.

I know precisely what you mean.

And if your chaperone doesn't provide sufficient security,

I shall dispatch a pack of ferocious guard dogs

to protect your perimeter.

Good day, miss.

Nick, only three of the girls know how to tap dance.

What'll we do about the New York number?

Make it a tropical island.

-Everybody can hula. -Mmm-hmm, okay.

Linda, where is my daughter?

I'm sorry about that, Nick.

-She changed her last name. -I know.

It was probably her mother's idea.

Where is she now?

Over there.

Thanks.

Ah, well, isn't this a pleasant surprise!

Recognize him, Tina? It's your father.

Hello, darling

Nice to see you again, Daddy.

It's nice to see you, too.

But cool the "Daddy" stuff.

You know, with me running the contest and all,

people might think that...

That Daddy's a crook?

15 years of using our daughter as a club against me

isn't enough?

You want to bury me altogether?

I know you won't believe this, but I had nothing to do

with Tina entering your Fantasy Island Girl contest.

It was all her idea.

It was, honest.

Same as always?

She lies, and you swear to it.

Oh, listen, if you're gonna make a scene, do it later.

I have better things to do. Goodbye.

Well... It's been a long time.

Yeah.

High school.

Oh, I'm sorry I couldn't make it to your graduation.

I was doing a show up in Canada at the time.

I didn't expect you, so I wasn't disappointed.

But thanks for sending those flowers.

-It was really nice. -Oh.

Tina...

I know I haven't been the best father in the world,

but it hasn't all been my fault either.

I understand.

My!

You have certainly grown up to be a beautiful young lady.

Thank you.

(CHUCKLES)

So, young man, do you really want to be an actor?

I'm not sure.

Well, you may as well forget it right now, then.

Because if you don't really want it

with everything that's in you,

you might as well kiss it goodbye

standing right here.

Thank you, Miss Sommers.

-Do you really want it? -You betcha.

That's too bad.

Because I don't think that you have what it takes.

Well...

I guess I won't waste any more time, then.

You should tell me to go right to the devil!

No matter how many people tell you

you don't have what it takes,

if you honestly believe that you do,

you stick with it.

Thank you.

All right, who's next?

I'm Ellie Woods.

Ellie.

Who's going to do the scene with you?

How about you?

(CHUCKLES) Oh, no way.

I'm just here to paint the scenery.

I'm Ellie's brother.

How nice. Brother and sister.

Is something wrong?

No, not at all.

Uh, choose a partner and let's get started.

NICK: It's no pleasure for me to be here, Karen.

But why is it whenever you shove a knife in me,

you always manage to drag Tina into it, too?

Oh, now you're worried about your daughter.

Wonderful! Only tell me this,

where the hell have you been for the last 15 years

while I've been raising her alone?

What do you want me to do, stick pins in a map?

You know I've been promoting these beauty pageants,

from Anchorage to Key West.

Hey, remember me? Nicky!

Where the alimony and the child support comes from.

Well, that's no excuse for dropping in on your daughter

only when you happen to be in the neighborhood.

Oh, and let's talk about all those cute little beauty queens

you played around with.

Wait a minute. Hold the phone.

That has always been a no-win argument between us.

No sir, the problem now is this contest.

Tina being in the competition just won't work.

-Can't you see that? -No, light a match.

Come on, the producer of the show is the father

of one of the contestants.

Can't you see what a stink that would make if that got out?

Well, since nobody knows she's your daughter,

I see no problem.

Come on, you can't keep a thing like that a secret.

Why not? You did for 15 years.

You really want to put me away, don't you?

No, all I want from you is to remember that your daughter

has a chance of winning $10,000 in cash,

a new car, a fabulous wardrobe.

All the things you could never give her, Nick.

You want me to fix it so she can win?

Well, you've done it before.

And you're good at it.

And besides, you owe it to her, Nick.

I can't have lunch with all of them, Mr. Roarke.

I can handle Ellie and Billy, but not their mother, too.

You will like Mrs. Woods very much, I assure you.

She's a lovely lady.

And it's a compliment to you they invited you to join them.

They invited a movie star to join them, not me.

Well, I know it's difficult,

but you've been doing just fine, Miss Sommers.

Surely you can keep it up for another hour.

They're such wonderful kids.

They're all I could have hoped for.

Well, then, go and spend some time with them

while you can.

FRAN: Come on, Bill, hurry up, I'm starving.

Okay, um... I'll just have a cheeseburger.

Oh, that's original.

I was sure you were gonna order

a peanut butter and banana sandwich.

How did you know that was my favorite?

Oh, well, that's everybody's favorite,

at one time or another.

It's terrific that you could come and teach

this workshop, Miss Sommers.

You must be so busy with your career and everything.

Please, call me Marion.

And I was delighted when Mr. Roarke invited me.

So what do you think, Marion, is my little girl

gonna be a star?

Oh, Mom!

From what I've seen,

Mary Ellen seems to have the talent.

My name's not Mary Ellen.

It's just plain old Ellen.

Oh... I'm sorry.

I don't know what made me call you that.

I had a roommate in college named Mary Ellen.

I think you remind me of her.

ELLIE: Was she an actress, too?

No.

Let's talk about you.

I want to know all about you, Ellie, and Bill.

I've wanted to be an actress my whole life.

It's all I can ever remember wanting to do.

I'm convinced there's showbiz in my blood.

Mom and Dad think I'm nuts.

Marion, if you don't mind, may I watch

your session tomorrow?

Of course.

Oh, Mom.

"Oh, Mom."

(LAUGHTER)

(SMOOTH JAZZ PLAYING)

(APPLAUSE)

Ladies and gentlemen,

the judges are now casting their ballots

that will determine which six young ladies

will return in tomorrow night's final competition

for the title of Fantasy Island Girl.

Until this moment, madam, I never realized

how difficult it is to differentiate

between a number of heavenly bodies

all measuring 36-26-36.

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention once more?

Thank you.

In a moment, Mr. Gleason will announce

the names of the six lucky finalists.

In the meanwhile, I think all our charming contestants

deserve to know how much we appreciate

their participation, don't you think?

(APPLAUSE)

Your daughter seems like a very nice girl, Mr. Gleason.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about Tina...

And your reputation if the rest of the world is

let in on your little secret.

Follow?

What do you want?

Just make sure I'm one of the lucky six.

Here it is, Nick.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the moment we've all been waiting for.

The six finalists of the Fantasy Island beauty pageant.

Ladies, as I call your names,

please step forward.

Miss Carol Henderson.

(APPLAUSE)

Miss Lori Wallace.

(APPLAUSE)

Miss Norma Adams.

(APPLAUSE)

Miss Susan Marks.

(APPLAUSE)

Miss Tina Evans.

(APPLAUSE)

Miss Angelica Baker.

(APPLAUSE)

You're a smart man.

Not really. Your name was on the list.

So much for the preliminaries, Nicky.

Now, I'm the Fantasy Island Girl,

or you and your daughter make the 6:00 news.

Get the picture?

You know, sometimes it's difficult for young actors

to play something dramatic because they don't have much

in their lives to draw on.

They haven't lived very long, and for the most part,

their lives have been happy.

Well, I guess I could draw on my feelings

when I got stood up on a date.

(MARION CHUCKLES)

I guess that's not much, is it?

Or... No, forget it.

What is it?

Well, Bill and I were abandoned.

I could draw on that if I could remember it.

You and Bill were abandoned?

Yeah. I wasn't even a year old, and Bill was four.

He says he remembers a lot,

but I don't remember anything.

I don't even remember being adopted.

What would you do now if your natural mother

walked into your life?

I'd think I'd seen a ghost.

She died a couple of years after she put us up for adoption.

Died?

Yeah, she had a heart attack.

It's terrible to say, but

it didn't make any difference to me.

-And Bill? -I'm not sure.

I think he always expects people to run out on him.

He's never even had a girlfriend.

Working overtime, huh?

-Oh... -Oh, I'm sorry, Marion.

I didn't mean to take up so much of your time.

Your mother is waiting for you, Miss Ellie.

-Oh, thank you. -Ellie, wait a moment.

I want you to have this.

A very famous director gave this to me

when I first started my career,

and it brought me luck.

I can't take that.

I insist. (CHUCKLES)

Thank you.

I'll take the best care of it.

I'll walk you back, if you like, miss.

That was a very generous gesture, Miss Sommers.

Oh, it's the least I can do for my own daughter

after all these years.

I must caution you again about becoming too involved

in Ellie's and Bill's life.

You're a little late, Mr. Roarke.

MR. ROARKE: Well, ladies, I hope you enjoyed

our little tour of Fantasy Island.

(GIRLS ALL ASSENT)

It's not possible, of course,

to show you everything in one morning,

but when the pageant is over,

Lawrence will arrange complete tours for all of you.

-All right? -GIRL: Oh, good.

Will you excuse me?

Mr. Roarke, may I see you for a moment?

Of course, Mr. Gleason.

All right, girls, everybody into rehearsal clothes.

You can rest later.

-(GIRLS GRUMBLING) -Oh, not again.

GIRL: I'm tired.

I think I have a big problem.

I don't think the males of the world would agree, sir,

if you'll pardon the observation.

Probably not, but this involves my daughter being in the contest.

Another contestant, Angelica Baker,

she knows that Tina's my daughter.

And she threatens to tell all unless she's the winner.

Right. To the press, to the world.

And with my background, they'll have a field day.

It seems you'll have to make a choice, Mr. Gleason.

A very difficult choice.

Yes. Yes, I do.

What do you think he's going to do, sir?

(SIGHS) I'm not sure, Lawrence.

But under the circumstances, it's quite possible

he is going to break his daughter's heart.

FRAN: "Marion, Marion."

All I ever hear anymore is "Marion."

Well, you have to admit it's pretty incredible.

Her giving me this ring and everything.

Yeah, you know, Marion isn't anything

like I thought she'd be.

How did you think she'd be?

Well, I don't know.

She must make a million dollars a movie.

Usually you don't think of someone like that

taking a real interest in you.

She even asked me about my natural mother.

How did she know you were adopted?

I told her. You know, she even said

if we're ever in California we can come and visit her.

Why don't you two amuse yourselves for a while.

I'll be back.

Mr. Roarke, I only came here for one reason.

Mr. Roarke, something very strange is going on around here.

It was one thing for Marion Sommers to guess

that Bill is crazy for peanut butter and banana sandwiches,

but she called Ellie "Mary Ellen."

And even Ellen doesn't know that that's the name

that appears on her original birth certificate.

And the mother's name on that birth certificate is "Marion."

Now, sometimes actresses do change their last names, don't they?

Yes, they do.

Well, I want to know who Marion Sommers really is.

Mrs. Woods, it appears to me that you already know.

Marion Sommers is Ellie's and Bill's natural mother.

How could you?

-Now, please try to understand. -No!

-How could you! -Mrs. Woods, please, please.

In arranging Miss Sommers' fantasy,

my agreement with her was

that she merely meet the children.

That's all.

And under no circumstances would she ever reveal

her true identity to them.

LAWRENCE: Miss Sommers, sir.

Marion, I know who you are,

and I'm warning you, you say one word to Ellie and Bill, and I'll...

And you'll what?

I'm grateful to you, Fran.

You've done a magnificent job with them.

But now it's my turn.

Your turn?

How dare you?

Miss Sommers,

need I remind you of our agreement?

I'm sorry, Mr. Roarke.

I'm not leaving Fantasy Island without my children.

And I won't let anybody stand in my way.

-TINA: Ouch! -Oh, I'm sorry, darling.

You know, if your waist gets any smaller,

you're gonna need a whole new wardrobe!

Let's see.

Well, our daughter looks pretty gorgeous, doesn't she?

A real beauty.

Thanks, Dad.

And that's why it's not easy

for me to say what I came here to say.

What is it, Nick?

It's the contest.

Something went wrong.

I'm sorry, Tina,

but you're gonna have to pull out of the pageant.

Why?

She could win this whole thing and you want her out?

Look, at first I thought I could keep it quiet

about her being my daughter,

but now it's too late.

Somebody's going to blow the whistle.

Then you quit.

Why should Tina give up the biggest chance of her life

because you're afraid of a scandal?

Because this is the biggest chance of my life

and possibly the last.

Tina, darling, you're still young.

You're going to have lots of other chances.

But if I lose this one,

I will never, ever come back.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Perfectly.

Oh, nice going, Nick.

Losing the contest after getting a fair shot at it,

she could handle that.

What bothers me is

can she handle a father who thinks like you?

MR. ROARKE: Miss Sommers, you promised me you wouldn't do

what you obviously intended all along to do.

I swear to you,

I thought I would be content just seeing the children.

But having seen them, and having had a taste

of what it would be like to have them with me,

I must have them back.

You do know that Mrs. Woods has asked me

to arrange their departure for this morning.

I can't let them go.

I won't let them go.

Mr. Roarke, I've packed for all of us.

When can we leave.

Lawrence?

The sea plane departs tomorrow, sir.

That's good. Will you excuse me?

I am not some despicable creature

with whom Ellie and Bill will not be safe.

I am their mother.

The hell you are.

Oh, you bore them, but I'm their mother.

I raised them, took care of them, and loved them.

I love them too.

And you told them I was dead.

It was only to make it easier for them.

Do you have any idea what it's like

for a child to feel abandoned?

Bill was a disturbed little boy.

I knew he'd never get well unless I ended all hope

that you'd ever come back to him.

But I have come back.

And I can explain.

(SIGHS)

Marion...

It's taken me years to gain Bill's trust.

And if you destroy his faith in me now,

I don't believe that he'll ever trust anyone again.

He's happy now and safe.

Do you want to shatter all that?

Are you asking me to deny my own children?

I'm asking you to be merciful.

You have the power

to leave Ellie and Bill's lives intact

or to rip them apart.

And you already did that once.

I won't give them up again.

I won't.

NICK: Tina, if you have no use for me, I don't blame you.

It's okay.

I have enough love for the both of us.

You sure have a hell of a way of showing it.

Well, sometimes it isn't that easy

to show somebody you love them.

Then let me tell you how you don't do it.

You don't do it by telephone.

You don't do it by calling up on birthdays to say,

"Sorry kid, but I'm too busy

"to help you blow out the candles on your cake."

You just don't do that.

I know. You're right.

I've made a lot of mistakes.

I've always been fighting for survival,

trying to make a buck

instead of thinking about how you were being raised.

And I'm sorry.

But, Tina, I can change all that now.

Daddy, it's too late.

No, it isn't.

If I make a success of this pageant,

I'll gain respect.

I'll have a chance to do bigger shows

and make lots more money.

And I want to share that with you.

Tina, I want to become the kind of father

I always should have been.

Oh, please.

Talk is cheap.

I am trying to tell you that I've changed.

I'll do anything in the world for you.

Tell me, what do you want me to do?

I don't know.

I only know that words are not enough anymore.

Is everything all right, Mr. Gleason?

-No, Mr. Roarke, it isn't. -Oh?

Did you tell your daughter to withdraw from the pageant?

But I've changed my mind about that.

Oh?

Now I'm going to show her how much I really love her.

Doesn't she already know that?

No.

But she will.

After I make sure she wins the Fantasy Island Girl title.

Now, smell the worst thing you ever smelled.

(KIDS SNIFFING)

(LAUGHTER)

Well, I can see we're not going to get too far with that one.

Now I want you all to work on your scenes.

Did you invite her yet?

No, I was waiting for you.

I hope she says yes.

Come on.

Marion, we're having a party tonight, and...

Well, actually, our mother is having a party for the kids,

and we'd really like to you come.

(SIGHS)

Thank you, Bill, Ellie, but...

I've made another commitment I have to keep.

Oh, please?

All the kids are just crazy about you,

and we want to thank you for the workshop and everything.

I'm sorry.

I really am.

Mom, please talk to Marion and make her go to the party.

I can't do that.

But maybe she doesn't know how much it would mean to us.

How much would it mean to you?

A lot.

I know it sounds silly 'cause we practically just met her,

but there's something about her.

Well, you know I don't like everyone I meet right away,

but she's different.

She's special.

All right.

I'll see what I can do.

Thanks.

When you get to know her, you're going to love her

as much as we do.

(SMOOTH JAZZ PLAYING)

Ladies and gentlemen,

we will now have a short intermission

while my assistant tallies the judges' vote.

(APPLAUSE)

(SMOOTH JAZZ PLAYING)

Well, Miss Evans, you must be very thrilled.

Let me be the first to congratulate you.

For what, Mr. Roarke?

Um...

For winning the Fantasy Island Girl contest, of course.

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

The judges are still voting.

Oh, just a formality.

I'm surprised your father hasn't already told you

that he's putting in the fix, as they say.

What are you talking about?

Well, it's really quite simple.

After collecting the individual judge's ballots

and tabulating the vote,

only your father and his assistant

will know the combined score.

And no matter who gets the most votes,

your father will simply read your name as the winner.

(GASPS) Oh, no, Mr. Roarke,

I'm afraid you've got it all wrong.

My father would never do anything like that for me.

Oh, yes, he would.

It seems he's apparently obsessed

with doing something tangible to prove he loves you.

Unfortunately, when the truth comes out,

and it always does, he'll be ruined.

However, knowing how you feel about your father,

that is of no concern to you, is it?

No.

Well, again, my congratulations.

This ought to make you a proud papa, Nick.

Look how good Tina did.

Not good enough.

Give her time. The kid is a class act.

She'll have her day.

Her day is now.

Now, listen, I don't want you to act surprised

when I get to the winner and announce Tina's name.

Nick.

Now, you go along with the play, you understand?

But I thought this was on the up and up for once.

So did I.

But I don't want to lose her.

Ladies and gentlemen, the big moment has arrived.

(FANFARE PLAYS)

NICK: First the runners up and then the big winner.

The third runner up in the Fantasy Island Girl beauty pageant is...

Miss Carol Henderson.

(APPLAUSE, MUSIC PLAYS)

The second runner up, Lori Wallace.

(APPLAUSE, MUSIC PLAYS)

And the first runner up is...

Wait.

-No... -Thank you, Daddy,

but you don't have to prove anything to me.

Ladies and gentlemen, for personal reasons,

I'm going to withdraw as a contestant.

Thank you for all your support.

And to whomever wins, congratulations.

It's all right, Daddy.

If you hurry, I think you can catch up

with your daughter, Mr. Gleason.

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen, we haven't finished our business yet.

Ah, there seems to be a tie for the first runner up.

Miss Tina Evans is tied

with Miss Angelica Baker.

(APPLAUSE, MUSIC PLAYS)

And the winner,

the Fantasy Island Girl is...

Miss Norma Adams.

(APPLAUSE, MUSIC PLAYS)

Tina.

I love you.

I love you too... Daddy.

(POP MUSIC PLAYING)

They're wonderful kids, Fran.

I know.

And they think the world of you.

Do you think they still will after I tell them the truth?

Would it surprise you if I told that you that I'm not surprised?

Are you saying that you knew all along that I would tell them?

Since it's inevitable,

I decided the sooner we got it over with,

the better for everybody concerned.

You're willing to give them up?

Give them up?

Is that what you think?

Well, yes, if you have the children's best interest at heart.

I can do so much for them.

I'll put them up against your money any time.

All right, kids, refreshments on the patio.

Hi, Marion.

We are so glad you could come.

I had to.

This is a special occasion,

and I have something very special to tell you both.

Well, what is it?

You're promoting me from lugging scenery

to working the lights, right?

Now, this may come as a bit of a shock.

Well, let me put it this way.

What if I were to tell you that you both

are about to receive an inheritance?

You mean like the place in the country Grandma left to Mom?

Well, this would be even more involved than that.

With this inheritance, you could buy anything you want.

Would you like that?

Like it? Yeah, who wouldn't?

ELLIE: It's super.

But... Who died?

Nobody died.

Wait, how will we inherit something

from somebody who didn't die?

Oh, you were told that she died, but she didn't.

I'm talking about... Your mother.

My mom?

The woman who gave birth to you...

Who loved you deeply...

Whose heart was broken when she had to give you away.

What are you saying?

My real mother is dead.

No, she isn't.

It's me.

You?

Yes, Ellie,

I'm your mother.

Your real mother.

But...

But you told us...

I'm sorry.

At the time, I thought it was...

It was best.

Then it's true.

Yes.

Marion is your natural mother.

Ellie...

I want you and Bill to come home with me.

You're my children.

I want you back.

Why are you doing this?

Now, after all this time?

I want a chance to make up for all those years I was away.

I can give you so much.

Let me show you how happy I can make you both.

Give me that chance.

Ever since I met you,

I felt that there was something about you.

-Something... -Oh, Bill.

But...

You can't just drop in here out of the blue

and offer us the world and think that's going to change everything.

Bill, I'm your real mother.

No, you're not.

We have a real mother.

Good evening, Miss Sommers.

No, it's not a good evening I'm afraid.

The children chose Mrs. Woods.

It's all over.

Not quite all over, perhaps.

Marion, there's a lot of things that happened

that kids don't know the reason for.

And sometimes, even if they do know the reason,

it doesn't make any difference

because it's what you feel that counts.

What Bill is trying to say is

we want you to be our friend.

We'd like that very much.

So would I.

You see, Marion, nobody loses after all.

We all win.

Well, so long, Dad.

So long, sweet girl.

Remember we have a date next week.

Okay.

-Bye. -Bye.

Well, Mr. Gleason, you got your fantasy after all, huh?

-Yeah. -Yes, sir, an honest and hugely successful show.

And something that makes it a lot more worthwhile,

helping me get close to my daughter again.

Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

You're very welcome, Mr. Gleason.

-Lawrence. -Sir.

You're sure you'll be able to make it for the school play?

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Oh.

Oh, be good to your mother.

Your other mother.

Your smile could light up all of Broadway, Miss Sommers.

I owe it all to you, Mr. Roarke.

Even though I didn't follow the script.

Oh, Lawrence, I'm sorry, but you never gave me

the name of your niece in London,

so I made the autograph out to you.

I hope it's all right.

Very much all right, Miss Sommers.

And thank you.

Thank you, Mr. Roarke, and goodbye.

Goodbye, goodbye, Miss Sommers.

Goodbye.

Uh, Lawrence?

-Lawrence? -I was just thinking, sir,

what a wonderful place this is.

Miss Sommers came for her fantasy,

and I got one into the bargain as well.

Too bad about the autograph for your niece though, huh?

What niece, sir?