All language subtitles for Fantasy.Island.1977.S04E18.Way.We.Werent-Searcher.720p.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-squalor_track3_[eng]

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[BELL RINGING]

The plane! The plane!

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

-Good morning, Boss. -Good morning, Tattoo.

Let's go.

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

[POLYNESIAN MUSIC PLAYING]

ROARKE: The former Miss Karen Saunders

of Cheverly, Maryland

and her brand-new husband Mr. Brian Holmes,

who also happens to be the director

of the company Miss Saunders has inherited.

Since her mother's death several years ago,

she had made every effort

to solve a dark mystery in her life.

-Mystery, Boss? -ROARKE: Yes, Tattoo.

It seems that for some unknown reason

Miss Saunders' mother kept the whereabouts

of her child's father a total secret from her.

And despite her efforts to find a trace of him,

all has failed.

Now, as a last resort,

her fantasy is that here on Fantasy Island

the one cloud in her life will be removed,

the mystery of her father's disappearance will be solved...

and the book of truth

will at last open its pages to her.

Mr. and Mrs. Fred Cooper.

They have enjoyed a loving and happy marriage

for almost six years.

But lately, they have both felt a disconnection,

a growing apart they've been unable to stop.

Don't they love each other anymore?

Oh, on the contrary, Tattoo. They love each other very much.

That is why Mrs. Cooper has agreed

to indulge her husband's fantasy.

-TATTOO: What is it? -His fantasy is to recapture

the magic of the early days of their marriage.

Mr. Cooper is confident

that recreating the way they were will also rekindle

the unquenchable passion they once knew.

However, I have my doubts, Tattoo.

I'm afraid the Coopers may be in for some nasty surprises.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

TATTOO: Boss, Mrs. Holmes.

She would like to talk to you about something very important.

By all means. Please come in, Mrs. Holmes.

Have a seat, won't you?

Now, what can I do for you?

I've come to ask you a favor, Mr. Roarke.

Well, I sincerely hope I can grant it.

I never told Brian the real reason

why I insisted on coming

to Fantasy Island for our honeymoon.

Excuse me. Do I suspect correctly

that your husband does not share your enthusiasm

to discover the truth about your father?

Yes. That's the one thing we disagree on.

I see.

Brian feels that it's a waste of time and emotion.

That what my mother told me about my father is enough,

that he abandoned us, he didn't care.

-Maybe your husband is right. -KAREN: Maybe he was.

But I remember my father so differently.

Not his face or what he looked like,

but how kind and gentle he was to me.

I'll never forget that.

-I want to know the truth. -I understand.

And what is the favor you would ask, Mrs. Holmes?

That Brian not know about my fantasy

until the time is right.

Your favor is granted, Mrs. Holmes.

And when the time is right...

I promise, you will know the truth.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Boss, is something wrong?

Wrong? [SIGHS] No, Tattoo, nothing is wrong.

It's just that Mrs. Holmes is so young.

She has not yet learned that truth

is a two-edged sword that cuts both ways.

FRED: Oh, Mr. Roarke, this is great,

but when does my fantasy start?

DOROTHY: Watch out, Mr. Roarke. We're going into a fog bank!

ROARKE: Relax, Mrs. Cooper, it's all part of your fantasy.

FRED: When do we get to see our old house?

ROARKE: Patience, Mr. Cooper, patience.

Here we are, Mr. Cooper.

138 Bluebell Lane, completely restored.

By the way, your luggage

is already waiting for you inside.

Well, I hope you'll find it as congenial as you did

when you were first married.

[FRED LAUGHS]

It's real all right, Mr. Roarke!

Look, honey.

It's the old place just the way it used to be!

There's the tree the woodpeckers almost killed.

DOROTHY: Oh, boy.

Ugh, and the gate.

The gate that I had to make myself

because the carpenter was too expensive.

[CHUCKLES]

[GASPS] Well, I didn't believe it,

but it's real all right.

[SIGHS] Gate and all.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I do have other guests to attend to.

May I wish you both the very best of luck.

Goodbye, Mr. Roarke. It's perfect!

Remember how it used to be here?

How we breezed

through everything no matter what?

Whenever a problem came up we couldn't solve,

we simply made love.

We did a lot of that, didn't we?

VIC: Hey, Freddie boy! Dottie!

The lovebirds have returned to the nest!

Welcome home.

Can you imagine? Vic Fletcher right next door

just like it used to be. Isn't that great?

That's fantastic.

Oh, Freddie boy! Freddie boy!

-Good to see you again. -Hey!

Just like old times. You-- You both look terrific.

-Hey, say hello to Myra. -Hi, Myra, how are you?

Hello.

Well, somebody must have twisted the chairman

of the board's arm to get him to come back here.

MYRA: Are you kidding?

The minute Vic heard about it, I couldn't keep him away.

-I can see why. -Right.

VIC: Just having Dottie next door again

is worth twice the expense of the trip.

Have you forgotten, Freddie?

I knew Dottie long before you even met her.

And I'm still mad for her!

[GRUNTS]

Some things never change.

Love thy neighbor.

That's my favorite commandment...

Fred.

VIC: Oh, well...

Oh, well, I guess Myra and I will leave now

and let you guys unpack.

Hey, yeah, listen. Why don't we have

lunch together? Honey, remember those great lunches

you used to rustle up?

Uh... Sure.

Why don't I go burn something just for old times' sake?

Yeah, burn up plenty. Around you, I'm always hungry.

See you later.

DOROTHY: Oh, boy. Sex in the suburbs.

[CHUCKLING] See you.

I know Vic's a little much, honey, but just imagine him

coming all this way just to help us out.

We didn't have much when we lived here,

but that's okay 'cause we had good friends.

Best of all, we had each other, come rain or shine.

[EXCLAIMS]

FRED: It's the automatic timer all fouled up

just like it always was.

[BOTH EXCLAIM]

[LAUGHS]

Ah, Mr. Roarke.

This is the one my superiors have ordered me

to deliver into your custody.

I have the necessary papers here if you'll sign them.

Remove the chains.

I think it is better, Mr. Roarke,

that I give you the key.

You can then remove the chains yourself

after the prisoner has been secured.

I said, remove them. This man is now in my custody.

Chains are for dangerous animals.

In our country, for murderers.

We shall return in 48 hours for this one.

Good day. Sir.

Mr. Noah Jansen, welcome to Fantasy Island.

A remarkable transformation, Mr. Jansen.

It's more than just the clothes, Mr. Roarke.

Or the shower, or the shave.

It's knowing there are no guards out there...

that a man can walk to the end of the pathway...

or clear down to the sea if he wants to.

Just because he wants to.

Fifteen years in a foreign prison

gives a man an appreciation for little things like that.

Why, Mr. Roarke?

Why did you have me brought here?

I'm a convicted murderer.

I have no influence, no money, no future.

That's all gone now...

with my friends and family.

So, I can't be of any use to you or anyone else.

You are wrong, Mr. Jansen.

Or to use your real name, Mr. John Saunders.

You can be of use to your daughter.

No. I don't have a daughter. You're mistaken.

No, Mr. Saunders, I'm not mistaken.

And I've gone to a great deal of trouble to bring

both you and your daughter to Fantasy Island.

And I can tell you that her most ardent wish

is to solve the sad mystery of her life

and find her long, lost father.

Even if what you say is true, it won't work.

God knows, you can understand that it's too late.

Oh, it's never too late, Mr. Saunders.

Out of her love for you,

your daughter seeks to know the truth.

I can provide her with this opportunity.

Whether she is indeed to learn that truth...

well, that's entirely up to you.

I wouldn't even know her if I saw her.

-My own daughter? -Yes.

Life has not been kind to either of you.

But I will introduce you to her as a guide,

as Mr. Noah Jansen, whose duty it will be

to drive her about the island sightseeing.

That will give you time to observe her,

to talk, to adjust,

and make your own decision as to what you wish to do.

What is she like?

[TONGUE CLICKS] Oh, she's a very sweet

and lovely girl, Mr. Saunders. Yes.

[INHALES] But why not see for yourself now?

I should mention

that she is here on her honeymoon

with her husband, Mr. Brian Holmes.

-My little girl? -Yes.

It's hard to imagine her married.

I know.

Then she must be very happy.

I sincerely hope so, Mr. Saunders.

I sincerely hope so.

I don't remember it being so small and old looking,

but it's solid.

You know, they don't build them like they used to.

I forgot about the termites.

Remember those drapes?

I was so proud about them.

They were the first pair I ever made.

Until I found out the neighbors could see through them

at night when we turned the lights on.

We should have sold tickets. I guess we put on quite a show.

-Do you remember what you said? -What?

You said, "Let them look.

It'll only make them jealous to find out how happy we are."

Dorothy,

I know things have gone wrong somehow,

but I love you more now than I ever did.

[LAUGHS] Forgot about the airport.

Using the same old runway.

Mr. Roarke didn't forget about a thing.

Damn it!

WOMAN: Darn airplanes!

Can't even get a nap around here.

Oh, if I'm interrupting you kiddies, just say so.

And I'll march straight back to my room.

You know, I don't like to be in the way.

Why, Aunt Bella, what a surprise.

Oh, I hope so. When Mr. Roarke told me

that my favorite nephew and his wife

were coming here to reminisce for the weekend,

I just locked up my condo

and came straight to Fantasy Island!

Oh.

You didn't forget that I used to live with you here,

-did you? -No.

How could we forget a thing like that?

We're happy to have you here, Aunt Bella.

-That's right. -Well, if you'll excuse me,

I'll start getting lunch ready.

And I'll pitch in and help you, Dorothy dear,

just as I used to, after my nap.

Now then, call me, kiddies, if there's anything you want.

I only want to be useful.

Well, I guess things weren't as idyllic

as I remember them, but it was nice, Dorothy.

I'm sure about that, aren't you?

Damn.

There is your daughter, Mr. Saunders.

Beautiful, like her mother.

All the wasted years.

And for what?

Mr. Saunders, you were a prominent man.

Wealthy, successful.

Didn't your wife know what happened to you?

Oh, yes. She knew.

After I was convicted,

she said it would have been better if I were dead.

She would never tell Karen what really happened.

So that's her husband?

It's a bit late for me to play the father role,

but he's just a bit older than I expected.

Perhaps, she feels the need for an older man

in her life, Mr. Saunders.

-Excuse me. -Mr. Roarke,

-what a nice surprise. -Thank you.

Mr. and Mrs. Holmes, again my congratulations.

And as a special newlywed service

of Fantasy Island, may I introduce Mr. Noah Jansen,

who will serve as your guide

and chauffeur during your visit here.

Hello.

I'm very happy to know you.

[PHONE RINGING]

-Hello. -Is that you, Lisa?

Well, who else answers your private line, darling?

So tell me, how's the honeymoon going?

Is she as good as me?

No. And we got some real trouble.

Oh, she's that bad, eh?

Well, can't you just train her? You're awfully good at that.

Shut up, damn it!

Her father's here on Fantasy Island.

That's impossible.

I'm telling you he's here.

Roarke just introduced me to him.

But how did he get out of that prison?

I don't know.

[SIGHS] What did Karen say?

I don't know why but...

he hasn't told her who he is yet.

Well, he's bound to get around to it sooner or later.

He's gonna tell her everything.

Did he recognize you?

No. The plastic surgery's got him fooled,

just like everyone else.

All our plans, all that money!

-You've got to do something. -Yeah, I intend to.

She wants to be with him, so I'll reunite them both...

-in death. -What?

What else?

I'm going to kill them both.

VIC: Well, a lot has happened in five years, Freddie boy.

You've done very well at the company.

Not bad, Vic. Not bad.

Oh, you could have done a lot better.

Now, if you'd hitched your wagon to my star,

if you would have followed me to Cleveland,

like I wanted you to, let me be your guide,

-you'd be vice president by now. -Never mind about work, Vic.

-Tell them about the party. -Oh, yeah.

Uh, we've got a lot of friends flying out from back home,

about eight couples.

All members of Swingers International.

Did you say swingers?

Swingers? I used to dance with the best of them.

Benny Goodman. I had all his records.

[LAUGHS] Oh, well. We really have a ball.

MYRA: If you know what I mean.

VIC: Hey, that's for sure.

And you're both invited as my guests.

Tell me, what kind of a party is this going to be exactly?

Well, it's a private party. For adults.

Oh, you'll meet some plus people.

I mean, people of power and influence,

including some members of our board.

I didn't bring my tux. What are we supposed to wear?

Whatever turns you on, Freddie boy!

[BOTH LAUGH]

Excuse me, I'll get dessert.

I'll give you a hand.

You sit tight, Aunt Bella. Have another beer.

Thank you.

-You know, Dottie I. I've al... -Ah, Vic, I...

-I don't like to be pawed. -Oh, come on, Dottie.

Hey, when you and Freddie boy moved in here...

[CHUCKLES] ...you made love so often,

it's a wonder you found any time to eat.

You keep forgetting, Fred's my husband...

and I'm his wife.

Well, what you don't understand is

I'm just trying to help you, that's all.

-Oh, how? -Well, I want you to relax.

Ease those old tensions.

You know, Vic, I really think I'm beginning to understand you.

I knew you would.

Hey, come on, babe. I read what's going on.

The lovebirds are getting bored with the old cage, right?

You're ready to fly and I want to fly with you.

Thanks, Vic. You're all heart

but Fred and I will figure it out together.

Uh-uh.

Freddie boy wants that vice presidency real bad.

Now, I can get it for him.

Providing you point a little bit of that frustrated libido

in my direction.

Now, you think about that, pussycat.

[SMOOCHES]

Mm. [LAUGHS]

How's that good old cherry pie coming along, huh?

Tastes all right to me.

BRIAN: Enjoying yourself, darling?

KAREN: Oh, it's wonderful.

I can't wait for my fantasy to begin.

Oh, Mr. Jansen, Mr. Roarke said

to be sure not to miss Pele's view.

JOHN: It's right up ahead, miss.

JOHN: Here we are.

Follow me, please.

Be careful. Watch your step.

You know, I don't think I'd ever get used to a place

being so absolutely beautiful.

You more than add your own contribution to it,

Miss Saunders.

You're a flatterer, Mr. Jansen. I love it!

Oh!

Paradise must be like this.

Isn't it breathtaking, Brian?

You know, when I was very small...

I took a trip to Hawaii with my family.

It was just like this.

High up on a cliff...

overlooking the sea.

[SIGHS]

My father, he carried me up on his shoulders...

and it seemed like...

I could see forever.

It was so beautiful.

Just like this. What do you call that, deja vu?

I'm afraid, uh,

I'm what you used to call a romantic.

If we're lucky,

we all have memories of something beautiful.

Mr. Jansen, could I ask you something?

Of course.

Have we ever met anywhere before?

[CHUCKLES] I know it seems strange, but...

I feel that I remember you from some place.

You are a romantic, Karen.

But I'm sure Mr. Jansen's had that question put to him

by any number of attractive young ladies.

-KAREN: Oh, I'm sorry. -Hey, I was just kidding.

Mr. Jansen, this wild beauty

has really aroused the boy scout in me.

Tell me, how long do you think it would take us

to hike back to the hotel?

You know, as the crow flies.

Brian, I'm not dressed for that. This is swamp and cliffs

and you're going to get lost.

Not with Fantasy Island's best guide along,

right, Mr. Jansen?

A couple of hours, I would think.

There you are. I'll meet you at the bar.

Have a dozen frozen daiquiris on order for all of us.

Already you're impossible.

Take good care of him.

-Bye. -Bye.

Well...

lead on, Mr. Jansen.

Honey?

I thought you were napping.

I was worried about you.

I told everybody you were just worn out

from your trip to Fantasy Island.

Vic and Myra were very understanding

and Aunt Bella even did the dishes.

You got a headache, right?

Yes, you're the headache, Fred Cooper.

[EXHALES]

I know this project hasn't gotten off

to a very good start, but,

what we're looking for is here somewhere.

We can start all over again,

-be just like we used to be. -Oh, don't you understand?

If it is the way it used to be, it's not what I want.

You weren't here when the garbage disposal

ate the silverware. And you were away

on a business trip when the furnace blew up

and I was vacuuming wall to wall soot for a week!

How could I be here?

I was out working my tail off to take care of you!

I...

I know how hard you work, Dorothy.

Believe me, I tell myself everyday how lucky I am

to have found someone as wonderful as you.

Oh, no, I...

Making love isn't going to solve what's wrong.

I don't even know what is wrong! Damn it!

Well, wait a minute! Do you realize

this is the first argument we've had in five years.

When we were first married,

we used to have fights all the time.

Fights? Who needs fights?

We're mature now.

Mature? I don't even know what that means!

Being adult, grown-up.

Fred, do you ever notice how Vic...

keeps pawing me, making passes?

Vic? What's that got to do with us?

-He's your friend, right? -He is my friend and boss.

Well, your friendly boss just made me an offer

he thinks I can't afford to refuse. Me!

In exchange for a vice presidency for you.

Fred, in plain old everyday words,

if I allow him to make love to me,

you get the job.

Well, Vic's always kidding.

You can't take him seriously.

Well then, why does he want to get us involved

with that swingers' party?

That's just another one of his gags.

They'll probably turn out to be a bunch of sedate businessmen

and their fat wives.

Oh, come on, honey. Please.

No, you only see what you want to see, Fred Cooper!

Well, maybe you're in for a big shock!

Maybe that's the only way you're gonna see the truth!

[SIGHS] Oh!

Dorothy, honey!

We're not lost, are we, Mr. Jansen?

No.

That's one of the nice things about a volcanic island.

As long as you go downslope,

you'll always reach the sea.

Then it's just a matter of up coast or down coast.

BRIAN: I'll remember that.

It's quicksand. We'd better go around.

[GROANS]

Why?

I don't know how you got out of prison, John,

but you made a mistake coming here.

-A big mistake. -You know me?

Not know the man who killed me?

Look close, John. Look close.

It's you!

-You set me up! -Yeah.

You disappeared and made it look like I killed you.

[GRUNTING]

BRIAN: With all the money I stole from you,

I bought into your company.

Your coming here has changed everything, John.

Sooner or later, Karen would find out who you are

and everything would start to unravel.

Explaining away two fatal accidents in one day

is going to be a problem but I have no choice.

I'm going to give you one consolation, John.

You and Karen will finally be together again.

Right here.

Forever.

This will relax you, honey, you'll see.

You still don't know

what you're getting into, do you, Fred?

Sure. A hot tub in Vic's backyard. [LAUGHS]

He had it installed especially for the weekend.

Good old Vic, always wants to share everything.

-Good evening. -Hey, hi.

Ah, come on in, you guys. Make yourself comfortable.

How's the water?

Oh, it's very warm and very sexy.

[LAUGHING]

He's got shorts on.

So, this is how the top executives relax, huh?

Well, you better get used to it, Freddie boy.

-Right, Dottie? -Whatever turns you on, fellas.

Isn't this cozy, Fred?

Mmm. So warm and secure.

The water caressing and touching your body.

Touching is a language.

It's a way of communicating things that words can't express.

Fred.

Communicate.

Freddie, you're bashful.

I'll get you a drink, baby.

-Oh, no, no, no. -I'll get it!

When you make up your mind,

you don't fool around, do you, pussycat?

Well, neither do I.

Hey, Freddie boy. I got a little surprise for you.

I doubt it.

Well, in a couple of hours, at the swingers' party,

I'm going to make an announcement

that you're gonna like.

If need be, I'll give him two vice presidencies.

Oh, there you are, kiddies.

-I made you some cocoa. -Oh, no!

Ah, it's very thoughtful of you, Aunt Bella.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Auntie Bella's a swinger? Remember Benny Goodman?

Make sure that that girl doesn't catch cold,

-Freddie. -I'll keep an eye on her.

Thank you, Aunt Bella. Thank you.

Cocoa. Isn't she adorable?

[GLASS SHATTERS]

-Happy? -Oh, yes. [LAUGHS]

Except there's something I must tell you.

Not another man already?

No. You know better than that.

It's about my father.

What about him, Karen?

That everything my mother told me about him

was probably true.

That he was a terrible man that had done something awful.

And that I was wasting my time worrying about him.

What's your point, Karen?

That I insisted on coming to Fantasy Island

because Mr. Roarke promised me he would help me find the truth.

And?

That's just the trouble.

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

I've been thinking about your problem, too.

I mean, I've been thinking about how much

clearing it up really means to you.

I'm sorry. I haven't been very understanding.

But tomorrow we'll go see Mr. Roarke together.

And I promise you we'll do nothing else

for as long as it takes to either find your dad

or find out what happened to him.

Oh! Now I'm really happy. Thank you, darling.

But right now, I know this little path

that leads to a very romantic lagoon.

It's probably the most beautiful view on the island.

Well, if it's not too crowded.

No. Promise.

We'll be all alone.

Mr. Saunders, what happened to you?

I'm all right, Tattoo. My daughter, have you seen her?

She was here a moment ago with her husband.

Do you know where they went?

-No, is something wrong? -He means to kill her.

Freddie boy is sure taking his time

about getting here.

He had a meeting with Mr. Roarke.

Maybe he has decided not to come.

But he must know I'm gonna make him

vice president of the company tonight.

Well, perhaps, he thought it over

and found out what he'd really be celebrating

would make him sick.

Sorry to disillusion you, babe, but look who's here.

Sorry I'm late.

Well, we were just going to dance.

-Weren't we, Vic? -Let's swing, pussycat.

Freddie baby.

Excuse me.

-I'm cutting in. -Not now, Freddie boy.

Hey, look. The rules of the club say,

husbands and wives do not dance together.

So get lost, will you?

Not until I get my satisfaction.

Oh, I get it. Sure.

Satisfaction you want,

satisfaction is what you're gonna get.

Come on.

Eh, all right, hold it, hold it, all you happy, happy swingers.

I got a little announcement I'd like to make.

But first, I want you to meet my good old buddy, Fred Cooper.

And the lovely lady he's married to. Dottie.

[CROWD APPLAUDING]

Now, what I've got to say is of great concern

-to the both of them. -Let me tell them.

Uh, he's about to offer me

a vice presidency in the company.

[CROWD APPLAUDING]

And all he wants in return is my wife.

[AUDIENCE LAUGHING]

I know that doesn't come as a big shock

to all you people, all you happy swingers.

But I happen to love and respect my wife

more than anything in the whole world.

Good old Vic here, in my opinion,

isn't worth the dirt under her feet.

And I want him and all of you to know he can take his job

and his company and stuff them both!

Hey, now, wait a minute. Now, listen...

I've got a lot of making up to do if you will let me.

Oh, will I?

Fred. Wait a minute.

Wait a minute. Listen.

Look, I had that coming.

And you were right,

you were absolutely right about everything.

Look, I've got a lot of making up to do, too.

I mean, to both of you.

Somewhere down the line, I hope you'll let me try.

I mean that.

I really mean that.

Brian, it's so muddy. I'm ruining my shoes.

It's just a little farther, darling.

Honey, let's go back. No view's worth this.

-I'm sorry, Karen. -What's the matter?

I didn't mean for it to end this way,

I want you to know that.

What is it? What are you talking about?

Brian! What are you doing?

I have no choice, any more than the last time.

Brian, you're hurting me!

Quicksand hides everything.

Brian, what's the matter with you?

-No! -[GRUNTS]

John! John! Please, John!

Oh! Oh! Please! Oh!

For God's sake, help me, John.

You took 15 years of my life...

but you're never gonna harm my daughter!

Never!

John!

-Help me. -Why?

I treated you like a son.

Why? Why?

Tell her!

I want my daughter to know the truth.

Tell her about that night on the yacht with my wife.

-Tell her! -He caught us.

Your mother and me together.

And there was a fight. Afterwards, I... I disappeared.

Disappeared. And the police charged me with his murder.

They said I got rid of his body at sea.

And then you came back with a new face.

Well, they can't convict me twice for killing the same man.

Oh... Oh, John! John, John, help me!

-[GRUNTS] -For God's sake.

KAREN: Father, you can't!

Please help me, John! Help me!

KAREN: You're not a killer.

Help me, John!

I'm sinking. Help me.

Please. Help me, John. Help me! Help me!

I said, when the moment is right,

you will know the truth, Miss Saunders.

This has been that moment.

What you have heard is the truth.

You have found your father.

My father.

[SIGHS]

[POLYNESIAN MUSIC PLAYING]

Mr. Roarke. Tattoo.

Mr. Roarke, we want you to know we won't forget to bring

our problems out into the open from now on.

Yes, we're going to fight for our marriage

twice a day, if we have to, so we can make up.

[LAUGHS]

-Boss, the telegram. -Hmm?

The telegram.

Oh, yes, thank you, Tattoo. I almost forgot.

It appears that your little public speech

about Mr. Fletcher really impressed him.

He has a proposition for you.

Vice president in charge of sales.

Think we can handle that, honey?

Well, we can certainly give it a try,

-Freddie boy. -[CHUCKLES]

-Goodbye, Mr. Roarke. -Thank you.

-Mrs. Cooper. -Bye-bye.

DOROTHY: In charge of sales!

-Goodbye. -Bye.

Mr. Roarke. Tattoo. How could we ever thank you

for all that you have done for us?

Thanks are unnecessary, Miss Saunders.

What is important is that justice

at long last has been served.

I don't know how you convinced

the foreign authorities about the truth,

-but I'll always be grateful. -It was not easy.

No, but even they eventually saw

the logic of a man being innocent

if the person he was convicted of killing is alive.

ROARKE: I am very sorry about Mr. Holmes.

I'll get over that.

I have someone very special to help me.

And 15 years to catch up.

Yes, we have a lot of catching up to do,

and the rest of our lives to do it.

I thank you both.

-Goodbye, Mr. Roarke. -Goodbye, Mr. Saunders.

-Bye. -Miss Saunders.

-Tattoo. -Goodbye.