All language subtitles for Fantasy.Island.1977.S04E22.Hard.Knocks-Lady.Godiva.720p.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-squalor_track3_[eng]

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[BELL TOLLING]

The plane! The plane!

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

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

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

[BAND PLAYS]

TATTOO: Boss, she's a pretty lady.

-ROARKE: Yes. -TATTOO: Who is she?

ROARKE: Ms. Sheila Godfrey from Branston's Forge.

TATTOO: Where is that?

A small town in Montana, Tattoo.

She longs to become an accomplished equestrian.

TATTOO: You mean she came all the way to Fantasy Island

-to ride horses? -ROARKE: Yes.

Couldn't she do that in Montana?

ROARKE: Oh, yeah, she could, Tattoo.

However, her fantasy is to be the most celebrated

horsewoman who ever lived.

That's a tall order, boss.

ROARKE: Indeed it is, Tattoo, but we will grant

Ms. Godfrey her fantasy.

Though it most probably will not turn out exactly

as she envisions it.

TATTOO: Boss, who was the most celebrated

horsewoman in history?

Well, isn't that obvious, Tattoo?

Lady Godiva, of course.

ROARKE: Well, Tattoo, aren't you going to guess

the young gentleman's occupation?

Boss, it's difficult. I don't know.

Well, maybe that's because our guest doesn't know himself.

He is Mr. Steve Pryor and he was a law student until recently.

Mr. Pryor was disenchanted with law school and he dropped out

after his second year.

He earned his tuition by working as a night watchman

for a security agency

and I think that's where he got the idea for his fantasy.

-Let me guess, boss. -ROARKE: All right.

He wants to be a policeman.

No.

-A detective. -A detective.

Very good, Tattoo.

Very good, indeed.

But not just a detective.

Oh. Young Mr. Pryor's fantasy

is to be a hard-boiled detective of the old school.

No modern technology for him.

He dreams of walking down dark alleys like the tough guys

in old movies of the '40s.

But boss, in real life, it could be very dangerous.

Very dangerous, Tattoo.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

What a beautiful animal.

Thank you, Miss Godfrey.

You know, when I was a kid, we used to live

above a feed store. I was always sick, Mr. Roarke

and I guess my parents were overly protective

because I was confined to the house most of the time.

Yes, I know.

And day after day, you would watch from your window

the men from the ranches riding beautiful horses

and the children with their clever ponies.

Your research is, uh, very thorough.

ROARKE: Most thorough, Ms. Godfrey.

Your fantasy is to be the most celebrated horsewoman

of all time.

Now, I was hoping you would reconsider the wording.

It imposes certain restrictions.

I'm sorry, I don't wanna be difficult.

But I've saved up a long time for this.

I'm determined to go all the way, Mr. Roarke.

Very well, Ms. Godfrey.

In that case, I will lend you my prized stallion, Lancelot,

so you may ride forth into your adventure.

You mean it?

Just ride down that trail and he will carry you

into your fantasy.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

He knows the way.

Just let him have his head as I am letting you have yours.

[CLICKS TONGUE]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Giddy-up, Lancelot. Giddy-up!

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Hey, what happened?

[BRAYING]

Lancelot?

Uh, Mr. Roarke?

Mr. Roarke?

[BIRDS SQUAWKING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

It can't be Disneyland. There's no parking lot.

[DONKEY BRAYING]

STEVE: I've read every book, seen every old movie.

I know how private eyes act and think.

It's all I've ever wanted to be.

I mean, I couldn't keep my mind on law school because I realized

I could-- I could never be happy if I didn't give it a shot.

Well, even so, I have arranged for an old-timer

to provide you with some assistance.

He's a real tough guy.

He learned everything on the street.

Someone who, shall we say, has been around.

Uh, it won't be necessary, Mr. Roarke.

I wanna be on my own.

All the greats were loners.

May I have the key, Tattoo?

Uh, the key? What key?

ROARKE: Uh, to your office, just across the street.

STEVE: There's no office across the street.

There's just the waterfall.

ROARKE: Be patient, Mr. Pryor.

The key, Tattoo?

Boss, are you sure you gave it to me?

Yes. I'm sure. Check your shirt pocket.

[CHUCKLES] Here it is.

Thank you.

As I said, your office is just across the street.

Uh, I'm not sure I understand but...

[♪♪♪♪♪]

There's a waterfall out there.

I told you, Mr. Roarke,

my fantasy's gotta take place in a big city.

Look again.

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

Chinese Theatre?

Hollywood Boulevard?

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Come on. Come on. Come on, Lancelot.

Enough.

Enough, lads, we've lost the scent.

And I have a great thirst upon me.

A draught of mead, Sir John. What say you?

I say right welcome, m'lord.

[LAUGHTER]

Vinegar. You and your jokes.

You're a menace for the unwary, m'lord.

[LAUGHTER]

M'lord.

What the devil are you doing on his lordship's

hunting preserve?

What the devil are you doing in my fantasy?

JOHN: Fantasy?

SHEILA: What are you all dressed up for?

A Renaissance fair?

A poacher, m'lord, obviously.

A right pretty one at that.

Trespassers must be flogged.

Come one step nearer and I'll scratch your eyes out.

Hold. What's your name, girl?

Sheila.

She looks most able-bodied.

M'lord, did I not hear you complaining

about lack of household staff?

Mm-hmm. You just can't keep good help these days.

This lass seems to have a bite to her tongue.

Why not put her to work in your tents at the fair?

LEO: Yes. Perhaps a handmaiden to my wife

during her temporary durance vile.

Tom, take her along to the fair.

Aye, m'lord.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

All right, wench, on your donkey.

[SIGHS]

I'll sue, Roarke. I swear I'll sue.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

DOREEN: Oh, hi. You must be Mr. Pryor.

I'm Doreen Rich.

They sent me over from the secretarial agency.

Look, I really hope you don't mind.

But I also animal sit, helps pay my law school tuition.

Phew. Hey, this is all right.

Oh, Hans brought your car back from the garage.

My car?

Oh, that classy red Speedster parked out front. Boy.

-Red Speedster? -Have you had it a long time?

-It's mine? -MONICA: Is that him?

Is he back?

DOREEN: It's a lady. Mrs. Hall.

I think she's a client.

She's been waiting here for almost an hour.

[DOG WHIMPERS]

Uh, hi.

Mr. Pryor?

Yeah, I'm Steve Pryor.

Oh, somehow I expected someone--

Well, I thought you'd be older.

Don't let my age fool you, lady.

I've been around.

So, what can I do for you, Mrs. Hall?

Call me Monica.

It's, uh, it's something...

Well, it's something that I can't do myself.

You see, there's a package that I need delivered to my husband

I mean, my ex-husband.

You see, it was a terrible marriage and...

Hold-- hold it, slow down. What's in the package?

Uh...

There's $50,000 there.

Look, you must understand. I'm a very wealthy woman.

I made the mistake of marrying somebody

who only wanted me for my money.

I divorced him, but, uh, he won't leave me alone.

He's made my life miserable.

And now, he says that he'll disappear

if I just buy him off with that money.

Do you mind if I ask you why you can't do it yourself?

Because I'm afraid of him.

You don't know Nick, he-- he's crazy, violent.

I'm afraid that if I go, he'll hurt me again.

He used to beat me.

So, uh,

I don't wanna see him again...

ever.

I'll take care of it.

Thank you.

Oh, uh, meet him at 3:00 this afternoon.

Room 226, The Palm Court Hotel.

No problem.

Do you want a receipt for the money?

Oh, no. I trust you.

Oh, uh, one more thing.

In return, he'll be giving you a key.

It's to a safety deposit box.

Oh, there's nothing in it of any value to anyone but me.

Believe me, if there was, he would've taken it already.

It's just that he knows how much sentimental value

the contents have for me.

How do I get ahold of you?

I'll call you here. All right?

Sure.

Thank you, Mr. Pryor.

BOGART: She's playing you for a sap, kid.

How did you get in here? Who are you?

You didn't buy that dame's story, did you?

What's the matter, kid?

You look like you've seen a ghost.

Bogie.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Shoo, shoo.

WOMAN: Move at a pace, you headless lout.

[LAUGHTER]

Clement. Clement, don't touch her ladyship's soup.

And mind you keep your thumbs out of the soup,

lest you want them added to the brew.

Off with you.

Chop it fine now. Chop it fine, girls.

New girl, take this gruel to Her Ladyship.

Jane, show her along.

[LAUGHTER]

[WOMAN LAUGHING]

Will there be anything else?

No, thank you, my dear.

I haven't seen you before.

What is your name?

-I'm Sheila. -Sheila?

Were you sold into bondage?

To tell you the truth, I don't know how it happened.

You see, I wanted a fantasy.

Oh, my dear.

When I was younger, I had my share of those.

Young knights on prancing steeds jousting for my hand.

But now,

now that I'm a respectable married lady,

whose husband is displeased with her.

Do you know the one fantasy that I have left?

To ride alone through the forest at dawn

on a handsome air.

Believe me, I can understand that.

I spent a lot of time stuck in a room.

Not much bigger than this.

And outside my window,

people were riding beautiful horses.

-You were a prisoner too. -SHEILA: In a sense.

I was ill.

Oh.

Why are you being kept here?

My husband, his lordship, is punishing me

for speaking out against the new taxes

he has imposed on the people.

But you're entitled to your opinion.

GODIVA: Oh, may such a day dawn

when a woman is permitted to speak her mind.

It has dawned.

Hmm?

I mean, it will.

How long is he gonna keep you here, anyway?

Until I admit I was wrong and that he's right.

Is there anyone you can trust?

Well, there is Sir John of Apensdale,

his lordship's hunting companion.

Sir John.

Yes.

He saved me from being flogged.

You see, he is a man of true knightly character.

Well, I will find him and I will holler for help

as loud as I can.

GODIVA: No. No, no, my dear.

Whisper it.

Despite his well-known and robust humor,

if my husband overheard you, he would have you beheaded.

Oh, well.

That would be real funny.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

BOGART: Look, kid,

I ain't big on helping a beginner.

I mean, I stick my neck out for no one.

But Roarke asked, and I kind of owe him one, see?

I can't believe it's you, you're--

you were the best, the toughest,

the most streetwise of them all.

I mean, you know what I really admired about you?

-You were always unconfused-- -Enough of that, kid.

Let's get down to the case, that's why I'm here.

Oh, the case, that's an easy one.

Yeah, too easy. That's the problem.

You made some mistakes.

You just fell for those gams of hers

and that sweet smile.

You know what your first mistake was?

You didn't get paid.

Make them hot the clothes off their back

before you make a move.

Hey, Bogie.

Can I call you Bogie?

Sure.

No disrespect, but times have changed.

Everything's done on credit now.

Not in this game, kiddo.

And I didn't fall for her.

Sure you did. you were gaga over her.

Look, it boils down to this,

her story smells fishy.

I can't put my finger on it yet, but she's using you.

-You're wrong. I just-- -[KNOCKS ON DOOR]

DOREEN: Excuse me, Mr. Pryor.

Look, um, I have a class tonight and I do have to get Bucky home,

so I'll be leaving if you don't need me?

-Yeah, right. Go on. -DOREEN: Oh. Thanks.

Come on.

Have a nice class.

Bye.

Don't look so confused, kid.

Nobody can see or hear me but you.

-I don't understand. -I ain't real.

I'm just an illusion up here in your head.

See, it's, uh, this way.

You believe in me so much that to you, I'm real.

But I'm just in your imagination.

Now let's get to work.

Look, I really appreciate your advice

and your offer to help, but I got to do this thing myself.

I mean, you always worked alone,

you never listened to anyone else.

Maybe that's why I ended up with a bullet in my gut

so many times.

STEVE: Hey, yeah. That's right.

You used to get killed an awful lot, didn't you?

Cagney got you five times

and Edward G. Robinson wasted you more than that.

You're wrong, kid.

Cagney was three times and Edward G. Robinson

got me four out of five.

But I finally got even with them in Key Largo.

Oh.

It's a tough racket, kid.

That's why you'll need some help.

Enough talk. You gotta deliver that envelope.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[GUITAR PLAYING]

ROARKE: Ms. Godfrey.

SHEILA: Mr. Roarke! It's about time you showed up.

There's been some terrible mistake.

You mixed me up in somebody else's fantasy.

Oh, I assure you that cannot possibly happen.

Our system is entirely reliable.

Look, I made it perfectly clear.

-I wanted to ride horses. -Right.

And here I am, wherever here is.

There's some poor lady being held prisoner by her husband.

And I'm about to become the most famous housemaid

-in history. -I did warn you

about the unexpected, didn't I?

But I can understand why you are disoriented,

Ms. Godfrey.

You see, you are in medieval England

at a country fair, near the castle of Leofric,

Earl of Mercia and Lord of Coventry.

Coventry?

Didn't the lady prisoner tell you her name?

-No, I didn't ask. -ROARKE: Oh.

She should have, Ms. Godfrey then you would have understood.

Her name is Lady Godiva .

Godiva?

She's the one who rode stark naked through Coventry.

Precisely.

Without a doubt, the most famous equestrian

in history.

[GUITAR PLAYS]

Mr. Roarke!

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[BABY CRYING]

Yeah. What do you want?

-Are you Mr. Hall? -NICK: Yeah.

Your wife sent me.

My wife? What are you talking about?

Seems she didn't wanna come herself, so

she asked me to make the delivery.

-Who are you? -Doesn't matter.

You got the key to the safe deposit box?

Yeah. Yeah, I got it.

Come in. Come in.

So you got something for me, huh?

Sit down.

Just give me the key.

You first.

Looks like a setup, don't it, kid?

[♪♪♪♪♪]

What's the matter?

Nothing.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[GRUNTS]

COP: Hold, police.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Whoa. Ugh.

[CAT SQUEALING]

COP: Hold, police.

[GUNSHOTS]

Hey.

Oh.

You really walked into one, kid.

Now you got the cops chasing you.

-Thanks. -Don't feel too bad about it.

I had to learn at the School of Hard Knocks too.

Come on. You gotta get out of here.

Oh.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Is there anything I can do for you?

[SIRENS WAILING]

Some other time.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Stay calm, Lancelot.

Sir John.

Fair Sheila, what brings you here?

Just checking on my donkey.

Is he okay?

I mean, is he all right?

I'm not sure.

Oh, he'll be just fine in a few days.

You know about horses, fair Sheila?

A little, Sir John.

Beautiful.

Such lines.

You took the words right out of my mouth.

He belongs to Lady Godiva.

No one else is permitted to ride him.

He was a gift from his lordship.

Her ladyship asked me

to speak to you about his other gift.

-Her imprisonment. -Hmm.

Why don't you intercede on her behalf?

Believe me, Sheila, I have done my best already.

He's very stubborn and so is she.

He won't give up his magic tricks

and practical jokes.

And he won't tolerate being contradicted by a woman,

even though she is his wife.

And he loves her very much.

Oh, and she loves him very much.

I know it.

If I were loved by a beauteous woman,

I could convince her otherwise.

If I were loved by a chivalrous, handsome man,

I could be convinced.

Could you?

I'm sure of it.

Please.

We can continue our discussion later.

Right now, you must have me get her ladyship released.

-JOHN: Have you a plan? -If we could find a way

to embarrass his lordship into it.

Embarrass him?

So that he would have to partner.

You know, to save his own pride.

It is true, he has a notoriously brittle pride.

Then you will help me.

I...

We can do wonderful things, Sheila

when we put our heads together.

Not to mention...

our lips.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[HORN HONKING]

[ENGINE REVVING]

[INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

[HORNS HONKING]

[INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

I always liked it when the heat was on.

STEVE: You were right, Bogie, Monica was using me.

But what is she up to?

Dame was buying something,

smelled she might have been set up

and hired you to take the fall with the cops.

The key must have been something really valuable.

She's a good one all right.

Reminds me of a tomato I met in Marseille.

Bogie, what am I gonna do?

I can't give you all the answers, kid.

You gotta do some of the thinking yourself.

I've been thinking, but I keep coming back to Monica Hall.

She's the only one who knows what's going on.

I bet you dollars for doughnuts that's not her name.

But you're on the right track.

STEVE: Hey, Monica said she was gonna call.

I mean, if it wasn't a set up and I did get the key,

she'll call, right?

I got to check something out, kid.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

STEVE: Sure.

Leave me now.

LEO: My own wife,

conspiring with a serving wench.

GODIVA: Your spy, Master Tom, misleads you, sir.

I sent the girl with a message to Sir John, that is all.

LEO: Taking advantage of a good and chivalrous knight.

Seeking to enlist him in some plot to escape, no doubt.

GODIVA: Escape?

There is no escape for me that does not reconcile

and reunite me with my lord.

I cannot release you

or everyone will say that I am, uh, a milksop

ruled by a woman.

Leo, sweet husband, you have a sporting reputation.

Where is your good humor, your sense of fair play?

Make me a sporting challenge, my lord.

By heaven, I have it.

Let everyone know that I will rescind the tax laws

if at noon tomorrow, you ride your white stallion

before the citizens of Coventry

without clothes, my dear lady.

Naked?

Me or the horse?

[LEO LAUGHS]

You, you gorgeous creature of love,

naked as the day you were born.

If you love the common people so much,

you won't let mere modesty deter you.

[LAUGHS]

But I'm sure you will not accept it.

Don't cry, m'lady.

You heard?

It's a crazy idea and degrading.

I know.

But you're going to do it.

WOMAN: Ninety-seven, escaped suspect Steven Pryor

located at office building corner Hollywood

and Las Palmas Boulevard.

Set up perimeter.

[SIRENS WAILING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

Hello.

[WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER PHONE]

Monica, I've been waiting for your call.

-[MONICA SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY] -Yeah. I got the key.

-[MONICA SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY] -Oh, yeah.

All right, I'll find it and be right over.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Good morning.

I thought you were the police.

Yeah, what are they doing here anyway?

-Huh? -There's a whole bunch

of police cars pulling up as I came in.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

I gotta get out of here.

You mean they're after you?

[DOG BARKING]

You're really for real? I mean, you're a real detective.

There's a window in the lady's room.

Thanks.

This is the second floor.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

A guy just ran down that hall.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

-LEO: Sure? -TOM: Absolutely, my lord.

The guard heard her talking last night

with that new serving wench Sheila

after you left her chamber.

She's really going to do it?

She'll be the laughingstock of all England.

Fear not. My lord will not be bested by a woman.

You specified today, am I right?

Uh-hmm.

She will sleep through this day like an infant,

with this potion in the drink that she takes

for her breakfast.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[CHUCKLES]

-Hurry. -Aye.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[ENGINE REVVING]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

BOGART: Hey.

You know you're being followed by a gunsel?

-Huh? -BOGART: A guy with a gun.

I don't know who he is but, uh, he ain't a cop.

-Being followed? -BOGART: Look.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Works in the movies.

Give me the gun, slowly.

SHEILA: Wake up, wake up, m'lady.

[SIGHS] She's been drugged.

Oh, what are we gonna do?

Wait here, I'll fetch the position.

Oh, m'lady, wake up.

ROARKE: It's no use, Ms. Godfrey.

Oh. Mr. Roarke.

Please, I wanna help her so much

and it's almost time for her to take her ride.

Use this bag of tricks.

Use your imagination...

and your courage.

And make your fantasy come true.

I was afraid you were gonna say that.

[SIGHS] Well...

here goes nothing.

Literally.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[DOORBELL RINGS]

-You? I thought you were-- -You thought I was dead.

You paid enough to have me hit.

Till I got your man before you got me,

-you double crossing-- -Get him out of here.

-EDDIE: I want the key. -I don't have it.

-No. But he does. -Wrong.

-But on the phone, you said-- -I lied.

Just like you lied about everything, Monica.

Or whatever your name really is.

You used me and I don't like it. I might be young...

-No, no, no. You're wrong. -...but I'm not stupid.

-I didn't. I was only trying-- -Stop it.

I'm not listening to another story of yours.

I got you pegged. You're buying something,

something hot, you're afraid the heat might be onto you,

so you hired me to make the drop.

-No. -If it wasn't a setup,

you'd get your key, I'd be none the wiser.

If the cops were waiting like they were,

I take the fall.

No, no, Steve, don't. You're right, you're right,

but I can make it all okay. I can because I have money,

lots of it. I have almost two million dollars

in a Swiss Bank account.

I can make you a very happy man in many ways.

Well, what were you buying?

Secrets.

Military this time, other times industrial

or personal,

and then I sell them at a great profit.

-Operator, get me the police. -No.

[GRUNTS]

You should have smacked her.

Why the hell did you stop yourself?

That's all those kind of dames understand.

Bogie, I keep telling you, times have changed.

BOGART: No they ain't, not really.

Look, all you got to remember is to have no illusions

but nothing.

Women, business, nothing.

Be in it for what you can get.

You're operating in a corrupt society, pal,

just like I was.

So don't be above using corrupt means...

you understand?

[♪♪♪♪♪]

It'll take a while but, uh...

you got the stuff.

So you'll make it.

Yeah?

You could be a good one all right.

You really think so?

Here's looking at you, kid.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Nice day for a horseback ride.

Not too chilly.

[LAUGHS]

[DONKEY BRAYING]

Who are you?

Just a girl who came along for ride.

[HORSE NEIGHING]

Open the flap.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

JOHN: Now ride, m'lady.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[DONKEY HOWLING]

[APPLAUDING]

Shame on you!

Shame on you people of Coventry.

For shame.

Don't you understand?

Her ladyship is doing this for you.

To lift the burden of taxes from your backs,

so you can feed your children.

That's how much she cares for you.

Turn your eyes away, show her your respect.

Turn away.

Turn away.

Turn away.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Sir John.

-M'lady. -Help me.

Who is that?

Sheila, m'lady.

A kitchen maid that rides like a queen.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

A devil take you, Master Tom.

Ungrateful wretch.

Let all decent folk remember you peeped.

And may they despise your very name.

Peeping Tom.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[APPLAUSE]

[DONKEY HOWLING]

No.

[CHEERING]

Your husband. Quickly, m'lady.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Madam?

You shamed me with your nobility.

Forgive me.

What about the taxes, Leo?

I will rescind them, provided that henceforth,

we rule together as equals.

And that you never appear like this again.

Except in our own chamber.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[APPLAUSE]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Your fantasy is over.

[INAUDIBLE]

[TUTS]

Please.

[SIGHS]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Well, Mr. Pryor,

how did it feel to be a detective?

It was everything I thought it would be.

And I wanna thank you for Bogie.

You were right.

Well, often, it is important to receive advice from someone

who's been there before.

What are you two talking about?

Well, Mr. Roarke provided me with the greatest teacher

than any private I could have.

So, what now Mr. Pryor, will you be returning

to law school or, um...

STEVE: Oh, no.

I'm not cut out to be a lawyer. I found that out last semester.

No, I've got to do something that I really like.

And I think I found it here in Fantasy Island.

Good luck to you then.

Here's looking at you, Mr. Roarke.

-Goodbye. -Goodbye.

[LAUGHING]

[CAR APPROACHING]

Well, you certainly gave me what I asked for.

Literally.

You were Lady Godiva?

Certainly the most celebrated equestrian of all time.

And quite a lady.

I only hope some of her character rubbed off on me.

It's too bad you didn't do more riding.

Oh, Ms. Godfrey can make up for that when she gets home

to Montana, Tattoo.

I am shipping Lancelot, my stallion,

not the donkey, I assure you,

to your home as a special gift.

And there is someone who most graciously

has volunteered to coach you in your riding.

English style, of course.

A Mr. John Apensdale who happens to own a riding club...

not far from where you live.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[GASPS]

Mr. Roarke, thank you.

Thank you for Lancelot, the fantasy.

For everything.

Goodbye.

Thank you.

-Goodbye, Tattoo. -Goodbye.

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

-Boss? -ROARKE: Hmm?

Did she really ride...

-What? -Well, you know.

Oh. All I know is what I read in history books, Tattoo.

After all, I wasn't there.

Was I?

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