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Good morning, boss. Good morning, Tattoo.

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

Who is that nice -looking man, boss?

Mr. John Cook, a very successful physical therapist from St. Paul,

He's got a nice face, but his eyes look kind of sad.

That's very perceptive, the two.

In fact, Mr. Cook is fighting courageously to hold his life together

You see, his wife of 39 years died only six months ago.

And he loved her very much, right, Bob?

Oh, yes, that's true. Mr. Cook loved his wife very deeply. Yet, out of his

genuine consideration for other people, he has never openly shown his grief.

So, what's his fantasy?

His fantasy, that's true, is to have one last dance with his wife.

But, Bob, how can he?

You say that she was... that she was dead.

Who is that lady, boss? She looks shy.

Miss Adele Anthony, a waitress from Des Moines, Iowa. And you're right, Arthur.

She's not much of a socializer.

Ever since her parents died, she has spent all her time working to support

younger brothers and sisters.

She sounds nice.

Well, having served others all her life, Miss Anthony's fantasy is to spend the

weekend having others wait on her.

That's all?

That's a simple fantasy.

Yes, but I have a feeling there is something else she wants from us.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

I love my wife, Mr. Roth. Always will.

Years we had together were more than happy.

They were a gift. Complete.

Except... Except for what?

Well, there was one small thing left unfinished.

What's that?

Tomorrow night would have been our 40th wedding anniversary.

It's funny how little things get started.

Now, every year, she'd give me a white rosebud for my lapel, I'd give her an

orchid corsage, and we'd go dancing.

She really fought to stay alive for this anniversary, Mr. Rourke.

A... A ruby anniversary.

But she didn't make it.

It was her final wish, and mine too, to have this one last dance together.

Boss, we can do it, can we?

Yes, that one.

I can assure you your fantasy will be fulfilled, Mr. Cook.

Tomorrow is the Fantasy Island annual Valentine Ball.

That's right.

Plan to attend, Mr. Cook.

And you will have your last dance with your wife.

Tomorrow at precisely midnight.

My brothers and sisters insisted upon giving me that fantasy, Mr. Roark. I

they think they owe me something for taking care of them all these years, but

they didn't know what a busy man you are, so I'll just come back later, like

a year or two.

And disappoint your brothers and sisters?

I'm sorry.

It's just that I feel so, so weird about... About being waited on by

else for a change?

There is something more to your fantasy, isn't there?

This is going to sound dumb, but... I'd

kind of like to be a queen.

A queen?

I mean, if it's not too much bother. Oh, it's no bother at all. Did you have any

preference as to which country?

Well, I've always wondered what France would be like.

France. Splendid choice.

Tattoo, will you get my bow and the arrow next to it? I shall, boss. Thank

Miss Anthony, will you come to me, please?

Ah, thank you, Tattoo.

That is a very special bow and arrow, Miss Anthony.

Very rare, very unusual.

Oh, I used to take archery in high school.

Oh, well, then do you think you could shoot the arrow through that window over

there?

Are you joking?

Absolutely not. When you release the arrow, your fantasy will begin.

Go ahead.

You are truly in rare form today, Your Highness.

Soon all of France will be talking about your market share.

France?

Did you say France?

Mr. Rourke did it.

I'm a real queen.

My Lord, that looks like Carol.

Carol?

Oh, excuse me for staring.

Just a moment. I thought you were someone else.

Oh, that's all right.

Well, they're beautiful, aren't they?

My name is John Cook.

I'm Martha Wilson.

Well, it's a pleasure, Mrs. Wilson.

I've never seen so many varieties of flowers growing in one place.

Fantasy Island is a botanical paradise.

I take it you're not a gardener.

Oh, no.

I was just cutting these for a flower -ranging class I'm attending.

It's something to do.

Of course.

Hope I don't sound forward, but you're not doing anything for lunch.

I didn't mean to be pushy.

I'm just not used to dining alone yet. My wife died six months ago.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

No reason to be.

We had many wonderful years together.

So did my husband and I.

Mrs. Wilson, I hope I haven't offended you. I was just trying to be helpful.

Mrs. Wilson.

I

don't

believe it, Your Majesty.

Oh, really? It's not that big a deal. Oh, even the king will laugh at your

jesting today, my lady.

The king?

My husband?

Uh, what do I call him?

Why, by his name, of course, your majesty.

Louis. Louis, and, um, what does he call me?

Why, by your name, of course, my lady.

If that's my husband, God save me.

Idiot! How dare you trip your king?

You could lose your head for that.

Help her up.

Hello,

my dear.

I hope you don't mind. I invited the Baroness LaRue to join us.

Your Highness, I'm sorry we're late.

But Louis is so entertaining.

Yes, yes. Well, I am rather tired this morning.

Let's have some refreshments.

You weren't tired 30 minutes ago, my lord.

I was something of an animal, wasn't I? Indeed.

But sneaking in and out of the royal chamber is beginning to bore me.

Louis, darling.

Easier if the queen simply met with a little accident.

Wait a minute.

What's going on?

I've been warning from the peasants that a revolution is at hand.

A revolution?

We must leave, Your Highness.

John,

I'd like to apologize for running off early in the day.

I should never have come here.

It was a terrible mistake.

Why?

Well, my friends arranged it for me to cheer me up.

But they're couples, married.

They don't understand what it's like to lose someone you've lived with all your

life.

I'm sure they were just trying to help.

How can they help?

They don't know what it's like to wake up alone, face another empty day all by

yourself.

Believe me, Martha, I know what it's like.

Everything is so lush and alive.

You'll find a lot of solace in beauty and in friendship.

You're very kind.

Sorry I turned you down for lunch.

But I'm free for dinner.

If I should go home now, my friends would be crushed.

I've just got to stick it out for the weekend.

I don't think I can do it alone.

And we'll just stick it out together.

All right.

Such a dinner.

It's dinner time.

People go home and eat.

Perhaps, Your Majesty, because they have nothing to eat.

Oh. Well.

Pass the peasant thing on.

Louis, please. Those poor people are starving, and we have so much.

Isn't there something we can do?

Of course.

We shall do as we have always done, my dear.

Ignore them.

Ladies, gentlemen, I'm more used to taking orders than giving them, but

a first time for everything, so I hereby decree that we pass food

out to the people on the streets.

And if there's not enough hot food, well, then I say we also let them eat

cakes we were going to have for dessert.

Agreed?

A tote.

To the queen for her most charitable thought.

To the queen.

Hear, hear. Hear, hear.

Quickly, do as I say. Tell your guards to announce to the rabble outside

what their queen has said. But only the last thing she said.

And do not let one crumb of food pass through their mouth.

And do it quickly.

What the devil are you up to now? My eyes tell me that a revolution is sure

break out any day now. And when it does, you, among others, will be sure to lose

your head.

Unless we set someone else up to take the blame for the ills of society.

Precisely.

Let the Queen's magnanimous gesture be announced throughout the land.

From now on, she shall be known for her word.

Let them eat cake.

Let them eat cake?

Where have I heard that before?

I get it.

When the starving peasants hear what the queen has said, they'll... they'll

hate her.

People of France are starving to death. Can you tell them to eat cake?

Do none of my subjects respect my privacy?

Take him to the dungeon!

We

will have our

revenge on you, Marie Antoinette. Marie Antoinette?

French Revolution?

She was... beheaded.

Well,

just listen to me.

You actually made me laugh.

Oh, it was a wise old doctor who said that laughter is the best medicine.

I'd forgotten how wonderful it is just to sit and talk to someone.

Now, we all should get out more, be with people.

My friends back home are well -intentioned, but it only makes me feel

They treat me like a tragic heroine in some opera.

I never was a fan of the opera.

How about a nightcap?

Why not?

I'm sorry, I have to get out of here.

Wait.

Martha?

Martha, couldn't we talk about it?

It was that song.

Frank had the orchestra play it for me on my honeymoon.

John, I think we should call it a night.

Well, I'm not going to let you be alone.

Not just yet.

I'll be all right.

Thanks for understanding.

Wait. Are you sure you're going to be okay?

Don't, John. Don't. Don't. Don't. Just...

Just please leave.

All right, but I'll see you in the morning. No, no, we're behaving like

children. I should never have let you do that.

Oh, Martha, we were both caught up in the moment. Just two lonely people who

needed each other.

But don't you understand?

When I kissed you just now, I was kissing Frank.

Were you?

I don't want to live without my husband. Don't you understand?

I don't want to see you again.

I understand your name is Francois?

Your Majesty.

Why have you come here? To gloat? Go ahead, because the people of France will

have the last laugh when you and everyone else in the monarchy are dead.

We have endured part... Francois, Francois, I'm on your side.

And to prove it...

There, you're a free man.

What sort of trick is this?

None. And what's more, I've talked the king into drawing up a long list of

social reforms.

I don't understand.

Why? Well, let's just say if I don't do something, I'm liable to end up missing

a vital part of my body.

And it's a long story, but I'm rather a fan of democracy myself.

If only I could believe you.

Just wait five minutes and get out of here.

I'll send the guards away.

Take the corridor to the left. The door leading to the street is open.

And be careful.

Mr. Cook, you're up very early.

As a matter of fact, Mr. Roark, I didn't sleep at all.

Is something wrong?

No, nothing.

Fine. Beautiful morning, don't you think?

Have you ever stopped to think that one of the reasons you are so successful in

helping your patients to heal is because you listen so carefully to their inner

feelings?

I suppose that may be true, but... And how are you going to heal yourself?

if you never share your sorrow with someone who's willing to listen.

People want to be cheered up, Mr. Roy, not burdened. Is that true, or is it

you know only how to give help and have yet to learn how to receive it?

It's time for you to start thinking of yourself.

Believe me, Louis, you're doing the right thing.

That mob outside means business with a capital B.

What?

They're not jesting.

I'm sure they're not.

Now, since you pressed so hard for these reforms, the honor of signing them

shall be yours.

Lovely.

Lovely.

And here.

One more.

Perfect. What a relief.

Believe me, Louis, you won't regret this.

I'm sure I won't.

Now it's getting late, my dear. You must get some sleep.

Don't wake up for me.

How distasteful.

She signed the letter without suspecting a thing.

This will prove to the rabble outside that Marie alone is responsible for

well -deserved misery.

And I'm sure you'll find some way for it to accidentally fall into their hands.

Oh, indeed, my liege. And once we appease them by giving them a wreath

will be queen.

You are irredeemable when you are devious.

Good

morning.

You're not leaving.

Yes, John, I am.

I was up all night thinking. I'm sorry I said what I did.

I was just so afraid and I felt so awkward.

I did too.

I haven't dated since I was in my 20s. I'm pretty rusty.

When you live with one person all your life, as you know, it's hard to let go

old habits. I'm afraid it's impossible.

You want her to try it?

Are you playing Cupid Tattoo?

Why not?

Perhaps I will stay.

You won't regret it.

Bring them back.

I'm feeling awkward again.

How do we begin?

Just by being friends.

Taking the day as it comes.

Mr. Rock mentioned something about a dance tonight.

Fantasy Island Valentine's Ball.

Would it be too forward of me to ask you to be my escort?

You will have your dance with your wife at precisely midnight.

I'm sorry.

That was insensitive.

No, no, it was flattering.

I'd be honored, Martha.

Get out of there!

Get out of there!

Get out of there!

Get out of there!

Get out of there! Get out of there! Get out of there!

Get out of there!

Get out of there! Get out of there!

Get out of there!

Get out of there!

Mary Antoinette, I warned you that someday France would discover your gross

abuse of power.

I have no recourse but to arrest you for crimes committed against the people and

their beloved king.

Caesar!

She will be guillotined tomorrow at dawn.

No.

No, it's not true. The king is lying.

You're making a terrible mistake.

How was I?

Yes.

Oh, Carol.

You are going to be here tonight.

What shall I do about Martha?

This is Wilton's bungalow, please.

Hello? Martha?

It's John. I... John, how sweet of you to call.

Now, don't worry if you're late.

I bought a new gown for the night.

I haven't been shopping since, well, for a long time.

I hope you like it.

I'm sure I will.

Actually, I just called to see what kind of flowers you

like.

Gardenias. They've always been my favorite flower.

All right.

I'll see you at nine.

Just make it a simple armband.

First of all... Hello, my queen.

Or should I say goodbye?

Because very shortly, Fran is going to have a new queen.

Me?

Oh, I see.

You and Louis cooked up this little conspiracy together.

Louis?

Ridiculous. I thought up the whole scheme myself.

Let's not waste time. I've come for your crown. Give it to me.

And the necklace?

You can have it.

Actually, I've always thought it was rather tacky, myself.

Your jewelry is the only thing I've ever really liked about you.

Quickly. Everything is set for your escape.

You plan to escape?

Guards! We've taken care of the guards.

She dropped in to relieve me of my crown.

What now?

No time to wait.

We'll have to take her with us.

Madam?

Don't touch me.

Your Majesty.

Yes? The queen has escaped from the dungeon.

What?

Well, do something!

Sound the alarm!

Fool! Idiot!

The king's men are right behind us.

Of course they are.

You'll never get through.

You're not common, Riddler.

Lady Perth, knock on it.

No!

Wait, they're turning around.

I don't see the king anymore.

We don't hurry, my

Lee. We'll lose them.

We hurry.

We'll lose me.

You lace -brained buffoon. It's me.

The real queen is probably halfway to Spain by now.

But the people are demanding for her head, and if I don't deliver it, they'll

want my head.

You understand, darling.

Well, do as I say. Seize her.

Arrest the queen.

Are you out of your mind?

Well, after all, I am the king.

She wears the royal crown and the necklace, does she not?

Well, do as I say. Arrest her.

better idea, Your Majesty.

We'll arrest you both.

And then let the people of France decide what to do with you.

Let the people of France decide?

Positively, Bob Herrick.

Help me talk him out of this.

Louis, put a sock on it.

I don't understand.

If you're not the queen, who are you? Oh, Francois, never mind that. Let's

spend the few minutes we have left on important things.

The driver will take you someplace safe.

But since the revolution's begun, I have to go back.

I have this terrible feeling we'll never see each other again.

I believe you may be right, Francois.

I'll never forget you.

It's impossible to forget anything or anyone truly extraordinary.

Well done, Stephanie.

Not only were you treated like a queen, you behaved like one.

Ah, evening.

Yes, table A, please. Your friends are waiting for you.

Mrs. Wilson.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Thank you, Tattoo.

Tattoo, will you show Mr. Coke to table four, please? That is, if I may ask Mrs.

Wilson to dance with me.

I'll wait for you at the table. All right.

Please follow me.

Have a good time, Mr. Oakley. Thank you.

I'm glad you decided to stay with us until the weekend is over, Mr. Wilson.

am I, Mr. Rourke.

I feel hopeful for the first time in a long while.

I never thought I'd ever meet anyone who... Who could make you feel happy and

complete again.

Yes.

It's been a wonderful evening.

I wish this weekend would never end.

You know, I need someone like you in my life, John.

I mean, someone with whom I could look forward to tomorrow.

I'll show you to your bungalow. All right.

Oh, I forgot my purse.

I'll get it. No, no, no, I'll get it. You just wait. I'll be right back.

Boss, I'm going to say goodnight to Mrs. Wilson.

By all means.

I wanted to say goodnight, Mrs. Wilson.

Thank you, Tati.

Joe?

Carol, my darling.

Happy anniversary, John.

This is our dance.

I love you, Carol.

And I always will.

I know.

It was the strength of your love that brought me here.

But why are you looking so unhappy?

Because of Martha.

Martha?

Oh, yes.

She's a lovely person.

You know, you always had such exuberance for life.

That's what made me so happy all those years we spent together.

I think it would be a shame to lose that gift, hmm?

What are you saying?

Oh, John, if it had been you, wouldn't you have wanted me to go on living,

happy? Oh, yes, of course. You see, darling, I want the same thing for you.

Until yesterday, Martha had lost all hope, joy.

But you're giving that back to her.

giving her a reason to live again.

She needs you.

You need her.

Go to her.

You and I can wait until later.

I love you. I love you, Carol. Always, always.

I love you, too.

Forever.

Be happy.

Goodbye, my darling.

Your fantasy is over, Mr. Cook.

Are you ready? Yes.

Oh, yes, I'm ready, Martha.

Oh, he's welcome. He's very happy.

Very glad.

But, you know, it's a shame that Mr.

Cook didn't get his fantasy.

He danced with his wife.

Yes.

Mr. Rock, Tattoo, I want to thank you for everything.

When I came here, it was under protest. I didn't even have a fantasy.

But I had one fulfilled anyway.

We both did.

I think we might even be married when we get back to the mainland.

We let you know. We do.

I'm so glad everything went so well.

Thank you both again, Tattoo. Thank you, Mr. Rock. Goodbye, Tattoo.

Well, things look kind of shaky there for a while, Mr. O 'Rourke, but I think

you have a satisfied customer after all.

How did he go?

Would you believe it?

I met a man in my fantasy who said I was extraordinary.

Me, a waitress from Des Moines.

That doesn't surprise me at all. I've been selling myself short my entire

Mr. O 'Rourke.

I want to thank you for making me see that.

From now on, the people I meet, they're in for a real treat.

Bye. Goodbye, Southerner.

Bye, Tattoo. Bye. Oh, thank you.

Unhook it.

Williger, did you enjoy your fantasy?

Oh, you mean did I enjoy being king and wearing those funny clothes and being

walked all over by a baroness and almost having my head chopped off? Oh, yeah, I

loved it.

You being the weirdest thing was my idea.

Yeah, I kind of thought so.

Listen, Mr. Rourke, next time, please don't pay me off with a fantasy for my

services. How about cold, hot cash?

By all means.

Williger?