All language subtitles for Fantasy.Island.1977.S04E01.Devil.and.Mandy.Breem-Instant.Millionaire.720p.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-squalor_track3_[eng]

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[BELL TOLLS]

The plane! The plane!

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

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

ROARKE: Let's go.

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

[POLYNESIAN MUSIC PLAYING]

This is strange.

Isn't that Mr. Fred Catlett,

the young man from Lincoln, Nebraska

whose fantasy I rejected?

Don't worry, boss, I will handle it myself.

Tattoo, do you mean to tell me that you brought

Mr. Catlett here without my permission?

Well, uh, you did say that I could handle

a fantasy of my own.

Correction. I said you could handle

a very simple fantasy at a later date.

If memory serves me correctly, Mr. Catlett's fantasy is

to become an instant millionaire.

Well, that sounds simple enough to me.

Simple? Indeed, it is, so long as you have

one million dollars to instantly give Mr. Catlett

so he can become an instant millionaire.

Does that mean that I have to put

a million dollar myself?

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

ROARKE: Mrs. Amanda Breem of Philadelphia.

Boss, she's beautiful!

Is she looking for romance?

No, Tattoo. She is very much in love with her husband.

As a matter of fact, for the last year,

she has devoted herself to nursing him back to health

after a terrible accident. He almost lost his life.

Then what's her fantasy?

Her fantasy, Tattoo... is to save her own life now.

TATTOO: Someone trying to kill her?

She has not told me.

But in her case, I have made an exception.

She will tell me the rest when she's ready.

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

-Just the man I have to see. -Yes, Tattoo? What is it?

Mr. Catlett, he wants his million dollars.

Well, I'm sorry to be so blunt, Tattoo,

but I have no intention of providing you

with one million dollars for Mr. Catlett's fantasy.

-But, boss-- -The case is closed.

In future, perhaps you will extend

the courtesy of checking with me in advance.

Hmm?

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello?

No, Mr. Roarke is not here.

A special delivery?

Okay, hold it.

[WHISTLES]

Yes, the package has arrived.

Tell Mr. Roarke...

What?

Definitively an Aladdin's lamp.

Are you sure?

Okay, I'll tell him. Thank you.

ROARKE: This is Cabo Davadica.

MANDY: Very beautiful.

ROARKE: The natives say there are evil spirits here.

MANDY: Do you believe them, Mr. Roarke?

ROARKE: Oh, I believe our islanders

are sometimes very wise, Mrs. Breem.

Are you sure you want me to leave you here alone?

-I need to be by myself. -[WAVES CRASHING]

Find some answers.

ROARKE: And then I hope you'll be ready to tell me

the rest of your fantasy.

Soon, Mr. Roarke.

Soon.

A problem shared is a problem already half solved.

Do not keep it to yourself too long.

MEPHISTOPHELES: You look well, Mandy.

How's your husband?

You see, I kept my end of the bargain, didn't I?

I need to talk to you.

Now it's your turn to deliver the goods, so to speak.

Wait.

You said you'd give me an out.

A chance to renegotiate our contract.

Very well.

Provided you do not tell Mr. Roarke about our deal.

I haven't said a word, I swear.

Splendid.

In that case, my dear Mandy,

I will let you buy out of our contract.

I haven't very much money.

Oh, I was thinking of something much more exotic than money.

Well, let me see...

what would I take...

in place of your soul?

I know.

An alba form of paniseapalulakei, yes.

A what?

Oh, forgive me. It's a flower.

Its common name is the Queen Omega Orchid.

A flower?

You just want a flower?

Oh, but it's a very special one.

Very beautiful.

Very delicate.

It should be potted, not cut.

You place a living bloom of the Queen Omega

in my hands before midnight tomorrow...

and I will release you from our bargain.

Now, that's fair, isn't it?

I don't know very much about flowers.

Oh, but it shouldn't be difficult to find one

in exchange for your soul.

Not here on Fantasy Island...

with Mr. Roarke to help you.

What a creepy place to meet.

[TATTOO SHUSHING]

Why all the secrecy?

[SHUSHES] Did you ever hear of Aladdin's lamp?

-Sure. Why? -This is it.

[LAUGHS]

Stop laughing. This is the real McCoy.

Look, I know that you and Roarke are wheeler-dealers,

but Aladdin's lamp? Come on!

Please, make your wish for a million dollar,

and then rub the lamp.

Come on.

Rub it.

I wish... for a million dollars.

This is the dumbest thing I've ever done.

Rub it!

I wish... for a million dollars.

I wish... for a million dollars.

[SIRENS WAILING]

AVA: Next time you guys decide to rob a bank,

tell me about it first, huh?

Listen, once Herb stops this car,

you bail out, kid, huh?

Once you get this stuff stashed,

meet us at the hideout. You got that?

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[SIRENS WAILING]

I wish for a million dollars.

It worked.

But of course it worked. What did you expect?

Tattoo, you-- you really are the greatest!

I am the greatest! [LAUGHS]

-Here, gotcha! -[LAUGHS]

MANDY: Mr. Roarke, I'm--

I'm ready to tell you the rest of my fantasy now.

ROARKE: By all means, Mrs. Breem.

My fantasy is to have a Queen Omega Orchid.

It's got to be potted, not cut, and it's got to be blooming.

[SCOFFS]

I thought you wanted to save your life.

Oh, it will save my life, believe me.

To find one blooming at this time of the year, I...

-I really don't know. -It's got to be blooming!

It's my fantasy!

My dear Mrs. Breem, you told me your life is in danger,

and now you ask for a flower.

Should I not be, uh, perplexed?

You guaranteed to supply me with whatever I needed!

What is it that you're not telling me?

Mr. Roarke, if you can't provide me

with the orchid, please, just say so.

Very well, Mrs. Breem.

You shall have your Queen Omega Orchid.

[SIGHS]

In the meantime, there is someone here to see you.

Mandy?

[GASPS] Philip! What are you doing here? Oh!

I was worried. You left such a strange note.

Oh, I'm sorry, darling. I was just so depressed,

but everything's going to be all right now.

Please. Please just be patient with me

for just a little while longer.

I'll explain it all later.

In the meantime, I suggest you enjoy

the many pleasures of Fantasy Island.

Bye-bye.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

ROARKE: Uh, Come in.

BANDWELL: Mr. Roarke,

I couldn't leave without thanking you personally.

My pleasure, Mr. Bandwell.

I take it your Errol Flynn fantasy was a success.

[EXCLAIMS] Beyond my wildest dreams!

Ha! We sighted the pirate ship off Tobago Bay,

and overhauled her on the windward side.

All morning long we fought a running battle with her.

Then my lads got in a broadside and took her main mast!

She struck her colors,

and I ordered me crew to stand by

with grappling irons to board her.

But before we could close in alongside,

all of a sudden she heaved over on her beam ends.

Just before she sank,

I saw the pirate captain himself,

up on the stern, waving his cutlass.

I could have sworn it was Blackbeard himself.

[GASPS] How exciting.

I congratulate you on a historic victory.

[CHUCKLES] Oh, thank you, Mr. Roarke. Thank you!

[CHUCKLES] There's just one thing.

Yes, Mr. Bandwell?

That pirate ship, uh, somehow, uh, well...

it-- it seemed a lot smaller than I had expected.

Oh?

Of course, uh, we never did get really close to her.

Uh, well, distances can be deceptive at sea, Mr. Bandwell.

And, uh, in the heat of battle,

uh, things do not always appear as they really are, you see.

[CHUCKLES] I guess that's it, yeah.

Anyway, we sent one more buccaneer

to Davey Jones' Locker.

And made the Spanish Main a safer sea to sail on.

Well, I am glad that the outcome of your swashbuckling

was to your satisfaction.

Uh, goodbye, Mr. Bandwell. Goodbye, Mr. Roarke. [CHUCKLING]

And thank you.

-Boss? -Yes, Tattoo?

Please, do me a favor.

No more Errol Flynn fantasy for a while.

I've been sunk four times this week.

Please, boss.

We'll think about it.

All right.

AVA: As soon as I show you where the money is,

I'm through. I split.

You'll split when we get it back.

Look, it came through that window!

I heard the glass break.

S-- somebody must have taken it.

I wonder who.

Ace, don't look at me like that.

It's filthy in here. Nobody's been in here in years.

Somebody must have been in here.

Don't yell at me. I'm...

Ava...

if you're thinking of ripping me off,

of double-crossing us.

Ace, I told you,

I don't want any part of that money.

You'd better find out where it is then,

because Herb and me do want it, all of it.

I-- I don't even know where to look.

Herb, uh...

why don't you go around and ask a few questions, huh?

Find out whether somebody's been spending a lot of cash.

Okay. Yeah, it's a small island.

If you do find out

that some guy's been spending our money,

I don't want you to lay a finger on him.

-Is that clear? -Why not?

Because I want to take care of him...

personally.

Fred, how much did you wire them?

-Two hundred thousand dollars. -That's a lot of money!

I grew up in that orphanage, Tattoo.

I owe them everything.

Besides, they need all the money they can get.

Fred, you're a nice guy.

-You like the wagon? -It's beautiful.

I got another one on order.

Nothing like having a backup, I always say.

Let's go.

-[INDISTINCT CHATTER] -[POLYNESIAN MUSIC PLAYING]

Oh, Mr. Roarke.

You certainly know how to throw a party.

Thank you. This is for you, Mrs. Breem.

MANDY: Oh.

An alba form of the paniseapalulakei,

-the Queen Omega Orchid. -[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

-It's lovely. -Not as lovely as you.

Oh, thank you, Tattoo. Thanks.

I hope it will bring you everything you hope for.

Will you excuse us? Tattoo.

What does he mean that

"Everything you hope for," Mandy?

-Oh, uh-- -What-- what's, uh,

what's that all about, sweetheart?

I'll explain it to you later, Philip, okay?

-[POLYNESIAN MUSIC PLAYING] -[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[WOMEN GIGGLE]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

-You want a strawberry? -Mm.

There you go.

-Oh, it's delicious. -Yeah.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

I-- I have to leave you, but just for a minute.

What for?

Trust me.

Just a little bit longer, okay?

Please?

Mandy, my dear girl, you brought me a flower.

I kept my part of the bargain.

-Now I'm free of you forever. -I'm afraid not.

Not just yet.

What do you mean?

First of all, I have to inspect the merchandise, naturally.

It certainly appears to be the, uh, right species.

Would you mind...

placing it in my hands

as we agreed?

But... [SCOFFS] it's exactly like you ordered.

Potted, not cut.

I am afraid this simply will not do.

I am certain that I specified a living bloom.

But it is living.

Look at it.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Didn't Mr. Roarke tell you?

Nothing delicate can live in my presence.

You devil.

Exactly.

And in just 24 hours,

I will collect that which is justly mine.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

The immortal soul...

of Amanda Breem.

ANNOUNCER: And they are in the gate

for the fourth race.

Oh, we seem to be having a little problem

with Arnie's Dream, and, uh, Kitty's Boy.

A Bold Hold seems to be holding still.

And now-- Oh, the flag is up.

[BELL RINGING ON TV]

ANNOUNCER: And they're off.

Kitty's Boy is the early leader.

Come on, Arnie's Dream!

ANNOUNCER: Here comes Arnie's Dream.

Arnie's Dream moving up.

-We're gonna win! -Come on, Arnie's Dream!

ANNOUNCER: Arnie's Dream in front by three lengths.

Prince Paris is closing fast.

It's Arnie's Dream and Prince Paris neck in neck.

And here comes Kitty's Boy on the outside.

It's Arnie's Dream and Prince Paris.

And here they come to the wire!

It's Prince Paris! Prince Paris the winner!

We'd better leave.

Why? There's still two more races to go.

But you lost so much money already.

Only a hundred and twenty thousand.

Besides... we can always rub the lamp

-and get another million, right? -I guess so.

You don't know how much this means to me.

All my life I've been a have-not.

Back home, I'm a sanitation engineer.

You know what that is?

It's a fancy name for janitor.

Suddenly I'm flush. I got my fantasy.

And I just want you and everybody else

to enjoy it with me.

One more race, okay?

TATTOO: All right.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Who do you like in the next race?

[BELL RINGING ON TV]

ANNOUNCER: And they're off and running!

[HORSES GALLOPING]

-Uh... -Thank you.

And-- and-- and you know what's great

about being rich, Ava?

Hmm?

All your faults are called eccentricities.

Oh, money isn't everything, Fred.

-[CHUCKLES] -True.

-Mm. -But like some writer said,

"It sure calms the nerves."

-Oh, I'm calm. -[CHUCKLES] Me too.

[CHUCKLES]

Come on, tell me about the money.

You know, if I didn't know better,

I might get the impression you want

to get your hands on it. [LAUGHS]

Fred, how can you even suggest such a thing?

Well, I like you so much, I was--

I was just trying to save your life.

[GUNSHOT]

-[GASPS] -What?

Hey, what...

Hey, what do you think you're doing?

Well, let's just call it a recovery operation.

You owe us a million dollars. I'm here to recover it.

The only million dollars

I saw lately came from Aladdin's magic lamp.

Sounds to me like he's been smoking

some of the funny stuff.

Look, pal...

you've got my money,

I intend to get it back. Is that clear?

Now, Ava, you'd better tell your little boyfriend here

I play for keeps.

You know these guys?

Well, it's a long story, Freddie.

Let's go. Move it! Come on, come on. Come on!

ROARKE: Tattoo?

-What have you got there? -TATTOO: Where?

-Behind your back. -Oh, there.

ROARKE: Yes, there.

Well, it's nothing.

Just trying a-- a little magic. Experimenting.

That lamp is not capable of magic.

Oh, it is.

Mr. Baffle told me so on the phone.

Indeed.

Did he tell you that it was, uh, Aladdin's lamp?

ROARKE: Oh, Tattoo, don't tell me you actually believed him,

did you? Oh, you didn't.

I think, um, I was just thinking that, uh--

If you have a problem, my friend,

that requires a little magic,

perhaps we had better discuss it, huh?

Oh, there's nothing, boss. There is nothing.

Like I told you, I was just trying a little magic.

Uh-huh.

The lamp.

Thank you.

Mr. Roarke, you've gotta help me!

Help you?

After you lied to me, Mrs. Breem?

Well, I-- I didn't mean it. I just--

You said you came here to Fantasy Island

to save your life.

But the real threat was much more than that.

Wasn't it?

You are about to lose your immortal soul.

What are you saying?

You should have told me you were involved

with the Prince of Darkness, Mrs. Breem.

[SCOFFS] Are you crazy?

Mr. Roarke is right, Philip.

I entered into a pact with Satan.

And payment is due.

What exactly did Satan give you, Mrs. Breem,

in return for your soul?

I think you already know that, don't you?

I know.

The accident.

The-- the car crash was...

one year ago today.

PHILIP: I would have died on the operating table

except for a miracle. That's what they said.

There was no miracle, was there?

You did it for me.

You were dying.

The doctors had given up all hope. I was desperate!

And that's when you were approached?

Yes.

He offered to save Philip's life,

if, in a year's time...

he could claim my soul.

Unfortunately, there is little I can do.

You entered into a contract of your own free will.

And Satan has certain rights, the same as everybody else.

Why, he won't get her. I-- I'm going in her place.

No! No, don't!

Do you understand what you are saying, Mr. Breem?

No, don't let him, Mr. Roarke!

Don't let him! Please, don't let him go!

Now, please calm yourselves.

Calm yourselves, both of you, please. Please.

There may be a way, after all.

Please have a seat, won't you?

ROARKE: As I said, the Devil has his rights.

But like everybody else,

he is governed by rules and procedures.

Now, your case is not a strong one...

but there is immense power in a love such as yours.

That will be our strength.

Our strength?

I will appear on your behalf as council for the defense.

The Devil is obliged to grant us a hearing.

In fact...

I am reasonably sure that this has been

his purpose all along.

He has been using you to set up

a confrontation with me.

You see, a love like yours...

is a priceless thing.

Mephistopheles knew I wouldn't let it be

destroyed without a fight.

It will not be the first time that he and I have done combat.

ACE: All right, how much of our money do you have left?

I told you, it's not your money!

How much?

Four hundred thousand dollars maybe.

You spent six hundred grand?

Give or take.

Where have you got the rest of it? Where is it?

The hotel safe.

ACE: The hotel safe.

Nothing's easy with you, is it, Catlett?

We can't take him to the hotel. The cops'll spot us for sure.

ACE: All right.

I'm just gonna make sure that you

don't get a chance to spend the rest of that money.

I'm closing your accounts, both of you.

FRED: I'll make you a deal.

Your million for our lives.

Million? I thought you said you spent most of it.

A-- a full million. I can get it.

Tattoo, Mr. Roarke's assistant, he could do it.

He's the only one who can. He'd do it for me.

Ace, what-- what have we got to lose?

You're gonna write a little note to your friend.

One million dollars by midnight.

FRED: Delivered here.

No.

No, at that graveyard that we passed back there,

two miles back.

Graveyard?

And you tell him, when he brings it, he brings it and to come alone.

-[KNOCKING ON DOOR] -Come in.

Oh, I'm sorry, boss. I didn't know you were busy.

ROARKE: No, that's all right, Tattoo. Please, please come in.

I want to talk to you.

It won't take a minute.

Tonight I have an appointment with, uh...

an old adversary.

-[LETTER RUSTLING] -I am leaving this letter...

to be opened only if I don't return.

Won't return?

You mean never?

Boss, don't say that.

I am putting it here.

But, boss, what's gonna happen to me?

What's gonna happen to Fantasy Island?

You will run everything in my place.

-This will tell you how. -[GROANS] Boss, I can't do that.

You know that.

Boss, please don't leave.

I must go. You know that.

And if I don't come back, you'll manage very well.

I want you to know, Tattoo...

you have been a wonderful friend.

And the best companion anyone could ask for.

Thank you very much, boss. Thanks.

You know I feel the same way about you, don't you?

[DOOR OPENING]

Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Breem. [SIGHS]

You will wait for us here, Mr. Breem, please, with Tattoo.

No, Mr. Roarke. I'm going with Mandy.

We've talked it over, Mr. Roarke.

Neither of us wants to live if the other dies.

I understand.

ROARKE: Shall we go?

[DOOR OPENING]

-Come back, boss. -[DOOR CLOSING]

Please come back.

Please...

come back.

MEPHISTOPHELES: Roarke, my dear fellow, how good it is to see you again.

Mr. Breem...

may I present...

Mephistopheles.

I'm delighted to meet you, Mr. Breem.

MEPHISTOPHELES: How generous of you to accompany your wife.

May I say I consider it a most noble act.

We have come to demand a hearing.

By all means.

But you understand, Roarke, if you lose,

I get your soul too.

Isn't that why you ordered Mrs. Breem to Fantasy Island?

However, I am prepared to offer you all our souls...

or none.

Why not?

After all, I have a reputation of being a good sport.

You've got yourself a deal.

We have the right to examine your contract with Mrs. Breem.

Will you produce it, please?

I drew it up myself.

You'll waste your time looking for loopholes.

I give you my word.

You will forgive me

if I don't take your word for anything.

Flatterer.

[CHUCKLES]

[OWL HOOTING]

We had to get smart, pick a graveyard.

These places give me the willies.

Ah, we're a little early.

You, uh...

think the little guy'll show up?

He'd better, for their sake.

Oh, Fred, I hate to say this, but money might not be enough.

What do you mean?

Ace, well, he-- he may decide that he doesn't want to have

any witnesses around.

You don't really think...

[OWL HOOTING]

This whole fantasy stinks!

First I get a million dollars, and then I'm dead broke.

Now I'm probably dead. [GRUNTS]

Well... it did have one positive aspect.

[CHUCKLES] It brought us together.

Yeah.

But for how long?

MEPHISTOPHELES: May I remind you, old adversary,

that we are not in a court of law?

I have fulfilled the letter of the contract.

That is all that is required of me.

You knew she could never deliver

a living bloom in your hands.

Why, that's deliberate deception.

But I advised her to seek your help.

If she'd been honest with you,

then you could have objected. Now, too late.

It's never too late to object to fraud.

If she's read things into it that aren't there,

it's not my fault.

You encouraged her desperation, Mephistopheles,

as you always do.

You pretend to be reasonable.

You pose as a friend and offer hope.

But all you deliver is destruction.

You are the worst kind of fraud. You are a lying hypocrite.

That is a poor choice of words.

I would have much preferred master politician.

-[ROARS] -[SCREAMS]

Your clients tried to escape me.

[SCREAMS]

[WAILING]

How stupid.

-[SCREAMS] -[ROARING]

See how piteously they clutch each other.

-[SCREAMS] -[ROARS]

They are clinging to each other in the face of the unknown,

each bravely giving comfort to the other.

Why, Roarke, you are an incorrigible romantic.

If you mean that I am in love with love,

-you are quite right. -[DISTANT ANIMALS SCREECHING]

Don't get me wrong. I find love very useful.

Without love, there would be no temptation.

In my business, I couldn't get along without it.

On the contrary,

love is the creative energy of the universe.

Without it, life would be hell, and you would have won long ago.

Someday...

someday, when all mankind really learns to love,

like those two good people, you will finally be destroyed.

I am not the one facing destruction here.

Your time is almost up.

[BELL TOLLING]

Midnight.

Nothing you have said compels me to release your clients...

or you.

You are finally beaten.

We both know the rules.

You must take exactly what you are entitled to.

Exactly. Not one soul more, nor less...

or you relinquish your claim to all of us.

I claim all three souls!

Three.

But I don't see how you can manage that.

There are four souls here.

[CLICKS TONGUE]

[SCOFFS] Four?

How will you take Mrs. Breem...

without harming the child?

What child?

Oh, I'm so sorry.

You did know Mrs. Breem was pregnant...

did you not?

ROARKE: If I remember correctly,

you are forbidden to touch the unborn child.

So, if you cannot take all...

you take nothing.

MEPHISTOPHELES: Damn you, Roarke!

Is that not what you have been trying to do?

You lose again.

You can't take any of us.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

I warn you, Mephistopheles, no reprisals.

The Breems are free of you, forever.

You hurt my feelings, my dear Roarke.

MEPHISTOPHELES: I... know the rules.

Even my worst detractors must admit

that the Devil is a damn good sport.

Thanks for the game, Roarke.

We will play again.

We have all eternity before us...

and...

sooner or later...

I'm bound to win.

Mr. Roarke...

is it really over?

For you two, yes.

-[SIGHS] -Mr. Roarke, we owe you,

uh, the most any human being can owe.

I'm just sorry that you had to tell a lie

in order to save us.

A lie? What lie?

You said that I was pregnant.

My dear Mrs. Breem,

when you get back to Philadelphia...

I suggest you pay a visit to your family doctor.

[CHUCKLES]

You finally showed, huh? You're ten minutes late.

And you are six hundred and thousand dollars short.

-What? -FRED: Tattoo?

Didn't-- didn't you bring the magic lamp?

I told you-- I told you to bring it in-- in the note.

Fred, the lantern is a fake.

-What? -The only thing

you've got in that case is the four hundred thousand

from the hotel safe, right?

Right. Why don't you check for yourself?

-Stick it up! -Oh! Oh!

[GASPS]

[SIRENS WAILING]

No way!

[SIRENS WAILING]

[SCREAMS]

-[GRUNTING] -[SIREN WAILING]

Is everything under control, Tattoo?

Everything okay, boss.

Oh, thank you, Tattoo. They would have killed us.

Not with me around.

Tattoo, where in the name of Wyatt Earp,

did you get that very large and deadly weapon?

Oh, I bought it, boss. Self-protection, you know?

Indeed.

Then you should have checked it for bullets.

Bullets?

[GUN CLICKS]

[GUN CLICKS]

Mm-hmm.

Oh, boss.

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

Mr. Roarke, there's something more I should say.

There is no need to say anything, Mr. Breem.

You have given me an example of loyalty and love

I shall always remember.

-Thanks. Goodbye. -Goodbye.

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

-Boss? -ROARKE: Yes?

I knew you wouldn't lie about the baby.

Oh, thank you very much, Tattoo.

But how did you know? I mean, you're not a doctor.

Indeed.

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

Oh, Tattoo, I want to thank you for my, um,

an interesting fantasy, Tattoo.

I'm sorry that your fantasy didn't come the way I wanted.

-What, uh, didn't work? -Well, Fred didn't get the girl.

Who said so?

FRED: Ava?

I thought she was in jail for bank robbery.

-So did I. What happened? -Very simple, gentlemen.

Miss Ava Foster is an undercover police officer.

She only joined forces with Ace Scanlon and Herb Glazer

in order to bring them to justice.

[AVA LAUGHING]

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

You didn't tell me she was a lady cop. Why?

For the same reason you didn't tell me

you borrowed my lamp.

You knew about that, and you fixed it

so that the money will go through the window.

I? How could I?

TATTOO: One million dollars.

One million dollars exactly.

A mere coincidence, I assure you.

Then... the lamp is not magic?

ROARKE: Oh, I wouldn't say that, Tattoo.

I will put it this way, sometimes it's best

not to know where reality leaves off

and the magic begins.

But to tell you the truth...

sometimes I am not altogether sure myself.

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