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Good morning, Mr. Rock.

Good morning, Lawrence.

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles!

Ah, unabashedly friendly, vivacious, a woman of quality. I can tell at a

Yes, Mrs. Esther Brandel, who tells me she's a retired sorority housemother

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

Mrs. Esther?

Disappointed?

Well, she did get off the plane alone.

So I naturally assumed... You assumed correctly.

The lady's husband died several years ago. But she's come to Fantasy Island to

get married again.

And her fantasy is to have her wedding made truly memorable by having her three

favorite former sorority house girls act as her bridesmaids.

However... A problem, sir?

That remains to be seen.

Oh. Sir, is she the only guest?

Yes, Lawrence.

And the lady is not at all what she seems to be or has told us she is.

In fact, she'll be very lucky if her three favorite girls don't despise her

before her fantasy is over.

My dear guest.

I am Mr. Rourke, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

I think my heart is going to pop. I don't know whether I'm more excited

getting married or about getting together again with Colleen, Bebe, and

Did you have any trouble finding them? There was some difficulty, yes.

And you're sure they don't know it was me who put up the money to get them

I am sure, yes. I followed your instructions explicitly.

None of the ladies aware of each other's presence on the island also as you

instructed. Okay, then. Well, let's get this show on the road. What happens now?

The ladies have been invited to a cocktail party in exactly one hour.

They each receive this invitation.

It's all right. I dictate it, remember?

Alpha Tau Epsilon invites you to a weekend at Fantasy... What?

Alpha Tau Sigma.

You said Epsilon.

Oh, you're right. I never could get those crazy sorority names straight.

Colleen?

I don't believe it. What are you two doing here?

Please. Hi.

Oh, I don't know what's going on here, but I think it's great. The day Brandy

got closed down, I figured we'd never see each other again. Don't even mention

that name.

Girls, what are we doing here?

Yeah. Who do you suppose would set up something like this?

I can think of one good possibility.

Me too.

Brandy.

But why?

Well, we were her favorites, remember?

Maybe she thought getting the three of us together would be a real kick.

But why after all these years?

Ah, ladies.

You are all here. Good. May I present the lady who is responsible for your

weekend on Fantasy Island, Mrs. Esther Brandel.

We are together.

Well, aren't you glad to see me?

Should we be?

She's got a point, Brandy.

Should we be?

Hey, listen, guys, it was us against the world, remember?

Maybe we don't want to remember.

There's no maybe about it.

I'm sorry, Brandy.

Did you expect something more from them, Mrs. Brandel?

Also, I believe that it's something you neglected to tell me.

Am I correct?

Yeah.

I got a feeling you already know what it is. Well, I know you were never a

housemother for the Alpha Tau Sigma sorority, or any other sorority, for

matter. In fact, you ran a call girl service, and these three girls worked

you.

Well, if you want it in plain language... That's right.

That's right, Mr. Rourke.

I was a madam.

And the three of them... were hookers.

It was just a cocktail party for ladies.

What is this alpha -toss stigma? You've never been inside a college, let alone a

sorority house. So what? I had friends who were.

What kind of a friend pays her way out here, puts us up for the weekend, and

then invites you, not us, you, to a cocktail party? What friend does that?

All right, Kurt.

Let's hear it. It's somebody, Leanne. Oh, stop it. You are making it with

somebody. If I am, it's a habit I picked up from you. Well, I can always leave.

Oh, baby.

Why do we always do this to each other?

Be nice, huh?

Come on, sweetheart. I need you to be sweet to me.

I want us to have a real good time while we're here.

Come on.

How about it?

Maybe.

I'll let you know.

Well, the way I see it is right after our honeymoon... Oh, Gordon, please.

We really don't feel like talking about marriage right now.

Bebe, look, I can't stand your saying no anymore.

Don't you understand? I... I... I think I... No, I am.

I... I'm having a heart attack.

Gordon, is this another one of your jokes?

This mystery weekend sure picked a beautiful place.

I just wish I could enjoy it. Oh, Mark, stop buying trouble.

Channel 6 needs you more than you need them.

They're not going to boot you out.

Well, your confidence in me is not shared by the station manager, Colleen.

I'm supposed to be a creative producer, and I haven't come up with any original

programming all season.

Oh, you'll come up with something. Go in there on Monday and hit him with some

new ideas.

That's what I love about you romantic novelists. You're so in touch with the

real world.

You know, Mark, your jealousy of my career is not one of your more

attributes. Well, at least it's something I'm a success at, right?

I love you.

Doesn't that come for something?

Yeah, it does.

Gordon, I believe a relationship should be based on honesty, don't you? I mean,

if it's going to last.

Well, yeah, honesty is the best policy. That's what you keep telling me.

Well, then there's something I've been meaning to tell you for a long time.

Ten years ago, before I became a one -man woman like I am now, there used to

lots of men for money. You know what I mean?

Uh, baby, you mean you're trying to tell me that you were a hooker.

I mean, the all -American girl was a hooker. Right. I used to get paid for

sleeping with men. Oh, right. Yeah, I understand.

Okay.

I mean, whatever you say.

Getting back at me for my jokes, aren't you? Okay, Gordon.

Okay. Fine.

Don't worry. I'll find some way to prove it to you. Okay.

Fine. No, Vivi, now... Oh, come on.

Ah, Mr. Brandel.

I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long. No, not at all. Good.

I need your help, Mr. Rucker. Yes.

And I would like to tell you a few things about myself.

It isn't really necessary.

Oh, I know that.

I want to.

All right.

You see, I never had a home as a kid. Nobody wanted me.

So I started out as just one of the girls.

A plain old hooker.

But then, with a couple of breaks, I was running my own operation before long.

I did pretty good, too, until the roof fell in.

When the authorities intervened, hmm?

Yeah.

Yes. I did three years of hard time. I paid my dues.

But when I got out, the girls had moved away.

You tried to find them?

Oh, sure. I wrote letters.

Most of them came back unopened.

Mr. Rourke, they're ashamed of me.

Of what I remind them of.

And very naturally alarmed that you will somehow reveal their past.

Oh, I can understand that.

And maybe I was wrong in doing this, but... You see, I never had a family.

Those girls were my family, you understand?

And I did everything I could under the circumstances.

Oh, I'm sure you did.

Girls in that racket aren't exactly candidates for Society Girl of the Year.

Most of them come from broken homes. They're neglected, abused, the usual.

Take Colleen, for example.

She's a writer, you know. Oh, a very successful novelist, yes.

When I first met her, she didn't understand words over three syllables.

But there was something in her.

So you did something about it. Brought her books, encouraged her.

Well, you should feel a great sense of achievement, Mrs. Randell.

I guess.

Now, Bebe.

B .B. was just the opposite of Colleen.

Not much one for books, but pretty as a... Thank you. You're welcome. Pretty

a picture.

So I pushed her into modeling.

And it took a long time, but, you know, she's turning up now in television shows

and magazine ads. Doing very well, yes.

And your third girl?

Oh, Leanne.

Well,

you know, we thought she didn't deserve anything better.

About the time I was building up her self -respect a little, I went to jail.

You are the victim of an irony, Mrs. Brandel.

Although your girls benefited from the encouragement you gave them, they now

you as a threat to their new lives.

Perhaps if you give them a little more time.

You know I only have this weekend, Mr. Rourke.

Maybe it was selfish of me to ask them to come to my wedding.

Well, if you'll...

Help me wind this up.

If I can, I will.

These were supposed to be the bride's gifts to her bridesmaid.

But under the circumstances... You see, I held back some of their pay and

invested it.

I did pretty good for them, too.

May I?

Sure.

Well, indeed you did, Mrs. Brundell.

See that they get their checks for me?

Will you please?

I think I have a much better idea than that.

Thank you.

Thank you.

All right, so maybe I still have some hang -ups from those days, but I'm not

only one.

Well, that's for sure.

See, no wedding rings on me either.

How come?

You always wanted to get married and have lots of babies. You love children.

I know, I still do.

So does Gordon.

The problem is I just haven't been able to come clean yet.

I know how you feel.

I haven't told Kurt either.

Same with Mark.

It's awful always being frightened that he's going to find out.

I wish Brandy could understand that.

How must she feel, us giving her the cold shoulder?

Don't look now, but here she comes.

Ah, good afternoon, ladies. Thank you for accepting my invitation to meet me

here. There is something important Mrs. Randell wishes to tell you.

Mrs. Vandell?

I really don't think we're interested, Mr. Rourke. Why don't you wait and see?

All right?

Mrs. Vandell?

I'm sorry things worked out this way. Really, I am.

But I owe you all something.

Leanne?

Phoebe?

Colleen. What is it?

We'll open them.

Remember my telling you I was going to put some of your money aside for a rainy

day?

Well, I did.

I invested it. Those checks represent the profits.

Well, I really appreciate it, Brandy, but what's the big deal about $100?

I suggest you look a little closer at the exact placement of the decimal

Mr. Forrest.

$100 ,000.

If you were so anxious to give us this, why didn't you just put it in the mail?

That's a fair question.

Uh, number one, you didn't answer my letters.

And, uh...

And number two, I am getting married tomorrow.

Married?

That's wonderful.

Yeah, Brandy, that's terrific.

But what has that got to do with that?

Don't you remember how we used to talk?

My saying that if I ever got married again, I wanted my three favorite girls

be my bridesmaids?

I remember.

It would mean...

So much to me.

Colleen?

I can't.

Bebe.

I don't know.

Well, if I can't have all of you, then

having you there would really mean a lot.

Look, you say this money is mine, okay?

Thanks.

But I got a marriage to protect.

I'm sorry.

Honey, I'll be right back, okay?

Oh, Brandy, please.

Go away.

I just wanted to talk to you for a minute.

My husband's going to be back in a second. I just wanted to tell you how

am if I caused you any trouble.

You know I would never do anything to hurt you. Please, just go away.

Colleen. Now.

Seems there are lines everywhere these days.

Hello, Mark Hodges.

And you're... Mrs.

Brandel. She's a friend of mine from... From school.

Really? Where is that?

Oregon State.

I interviewed Brandy for the school newspaper.

Oh, honey, you remember that column I did about people and the kinds of work

that they do? Oh, yeah, sure. What kind of work did you do, Mrs. Brandy?

I ran an escort service.

Oh, that's interesting.

Look it, Mark, we really have to go.

It was really nice to see you, Brandy. I've got to... No, wait a minute, honey,

wait a minute. What kind of service did you provide?

Just the usual kind.

John would call... John?

I don't think that's the term they use in computer dating.

Uh, Mrs. Brandel, no offense intended, but were you a madam?

Was that your line of work?

Oh, no, no, wait. Mrs. Brandel, I'm, uh, I'm the director of programming for a

television station back home, and frankly, I could use something

and exploitive.

And I think that an interview with an ex -madam just might do the trick.

Oh, Mark. Why, what's the matter? She's not ashamed of her past.

Could make a terrific spot on the 5 o 'clock news.

You've made something of your life. This could be your opportunity to show the

world it's possible to change.

Sure, why not?

Great. Tomorrow morning at 11?

Fine. Our bungalow?

Okay. I'll see you there. Thanks.

I looked into your purse to find a little tip money for the bartender.

Look what I found.

It's a check for $100 ,000 made out to you.

You want to explain?

Well... I never intended to tell you this, Kurt.

Ever.

But since you forced me to... It's about what I was doing before

I met you.

As opposed to after you met me.

You've always been wrong about there being other men after we were married,

Kurt.

It was before we were married.

What are you saying?

After we were married, there was only you, Kurt.

But before, there were salesmen, lawyers,

executives, bank presidents.

There was even a head of state.

getting the picture, Kurt.

I was a call girl.

Well, aren't you going to say something?

Yeah.

Thanks. For what?

For confirming what I've always really known.

Kurt.

I always knew about your humble beginnings.

Those folks had nothing on you. They were just trash.

Maybe you're garbage.

Here she is.

Randy, hi.

I've been looking all over for you. Could you do me a favor, please?

I want you to tell Gordon who you are.

I mean the truth.

Hi, I'm Brandy Brandell.

Hi. No, I mean what you used to be.

What I used to be.

I tried to tell Gordon.

Bebe. Really, I want him to know the truth. Please.

There are, uh...

A couple of popular words for one in the dictionary. One starts with W and the

other one starts with P.

What's going on?

Look, first of all, B .B., you made a very bad choice here.

Look, I understand.

She caught you cold.

But the next time B .B. tries to con you into pretending that you're a madam,

wear a lot of makeup or dye your hair red, something, you know?

Excuse us.

You move pretty good. I've been trying to catch you. Oh?

I'm Kurt, Leanne's beloved.

Oh.

Well, what do you want?

I've been thinking about this little reunion that you're having with... Well,

what do I call them? Your cute little tricks.

I've been trying to keep it a big secret.

Have you got a point?

Just that I'm in on the secret.

And? And if you want to keep it that way, it's going to cost you. You can go

hell as far as I'm concerned.

Look at it this way. You want to see what happens to Leanne and cute little B

.B. and Colleen when I spread the word around they're all ex -hookers? You want

to see what happens to their neat little lives?

You really are scum, mister.

How much to get you out of Leanne's life?

Just a hundred grand.

Let's keep our labels straight, madam.

You, Leanne, the others, you're the scum.

Okay, now remember, there's nothing to be nervous about. All right, I'm ready

when you are.

Okay, you can go.

Ladies and gentlemen, we're here with Mrs.

Brandy Brandel, who is a very attractive woman, as you can see.

But what may surprise you is her former occupation. Would you tell us what that

was, Mrs. Brandel?

I was a madam.

I ran a call girl service.

And your girls furnished sexual favors for clients?

A very selective clientele.

I did everything I could to protect my girls.

You know, we've all seen beautiful young actresses lend their personalities and

their talents to the role of prostitute.

And certain young girls might use that as a rationale to think it's a glamorous

and acceptable way of life. Do you have any comments on that?

I... I suppose that's possible, but... I don't think many kids get into

prostitution because of that.

Most of the ones I knew were just plain victims.

Usually of some man.

Their fathers, a stepfather, an uncle, a boyfriend.

But why prostitution?

It's a way of making a living.

And believe it or not, of getting some expression of love.

No matter how degrading that might sound to an outside viewpoint.

Mrs. Brandel, I think our viewers might be interested in knowing if that is, in

fact, your own story, if that's how you got started.

Well, Mr. Hodges, that's the way we all got started, more or less.

Okay, fellas, let's take five.

We got a good take, Mrs. Brandel. You're doing great.

You know, a lot of young people have a rough time with their kids, right?

Right. Well, not all of them turn to prostitution. Why just some?

Oh, for God's sakes, will you just leave her alone?

Why? We're into something important here.

It's all right, Colleen. I can handle it.

In other words, why did I do it and some other girls didn't? That's what you're

after, right? The moral issue? Exactly.

Well, you see, nobody ever bothered to give me any kind of standard to judge

I was 20 years old before I found some for myself, for me and my girl.

Were you lucky?

Damn lucky.

A lot of the girls ended up on booze or drugs or dead somewhere in an alley.

Look, this is a very degrading, lousy, dead -end business.

And the only good thing that ever came out of it was the help I was able to

some of those girls.

Hey, why do you think I'm doing this interview?

If I can give just a little hope to one of those girls, if I can help just one

of them to get out.

Well, if you did all you say you did, it sounds to me like you expect a little

gratitude.

What? They don't owe me anything.

Oh, sure, I protected them, I watched over them, I made sure they didn't do

anything crazy. And I happen to know that all that worrying and caring paid

because none of them are junkies, they're alive, they're beautiful, and

don't owe me anything for that. Yeah, but no matter how you slice it, you

hired them out.

You have no right to talk to her like that.

How do you want me to talk to her? Like a warm, caring human being with a little

understanding and compassion.

I'll leave that to the audience.

Of course, they may come to the conclusion that madams go looking for

girls wherever they can find them, promise them all sorts of wonderful

and before they know what's happened, these innocent kids are tramps.

Brandy never did anything like that. How would you know, Colleen?

Because I was one of those tramps.

Sitting all by yourself on such a beautiful day.

Where's Mr. Mills?

He's over there.

Excuse me, Mr. Rourke. Would you excuse us for a moment? There's something I

want to talk about with Bebe. Oh, of course.

Excuse me.

Bebe?

You were telling me the truth, right?

About what you used to be?

Yes.

Well, to prove it, good old Ed over there.

See the guy in the blue blazer?

Uh -huh.

He has agreed to be your client.

Oh, Gordon, I've had enough of your jokes.

No, no, this is for real, baby.

See, now you can show me how you used to operate when you were a call girl.

Not as long as we keep laughing or you decide to call the joke off.

All right.

Ed?

Ed? Bebe?

Bebe? Ed?

250 bucks.

Bebe, we are talking principle here.

Oh. Oh, I get it. I say, you want to mess up the deal so that you can get rid

him and keep your little joke on.

$250 is okay with me.

Goodbye, Gordon.

Thanks, Gordy.

Oh.

Hi, Mr. Rourke.

I was just, uh... So,

how you doing?

Very well, thank you, Mr. Mills.

I was hoping Miss DeForest would be with you.

Is she in the bungalow?

Well, yes, she is, but she's busy.

What I mean is she's not really busy, she's just trying to make me believe

she's busy.

I'm not sure I understand.

You want to hear a good one, Mr. Roark?

That girl in there, you know, who looks like she was born with Miss All

-American stamp right on her forehead, I mean, she's quite a joker, see?

And she's trying to convince me that she used to be a lady of easy virtue. You

know, a hooker.

Indeed.

You'll forgive me, but I'm puzzled.

Just how does she intend to convince you of this?

Well, I called her bluff, see?

And she's going along with the gag.

I mean, I set her up with a guy and they're in there together now.

See, it's like a joke.

I think you're going to find out that it's a very bad joke.

Mr. Mills.

Maybe we should talk about it.

Okay.

Kurt, I'm begging you.

Don't go.

Don't leave me.

We have had some good times, sweetheart, but I am out of your life for good.

I'll do anything.

Anything you want. Just stay with me.

I've already got what I want.

How'd you get...

Well, your old boss lady just understands the value of public

You blackmailed her?

Well, that's an oddie word. Let's just say that she has a soft spot in her

for ex -hookers like you. Kurt loved me. Everything will be all right again if

we just hold each other and we just love each other. It won't work anymore.

Knowing it was all an act, I was just another John.

That's not true. It wasn't like that with you.

With you, it was special.

Oh.

Well, I'll just have to take your word for that, baby.

You're the expert.

Why don't you have a drink? I could have a drink any time.

Hey, look, what's the problem?

Problem? What makes you think there's a problem?

You still got your clothes on, for one thing.

Of course I do.

I never met a bashful hooker before.

Or is that your little come on?

Ed, you seem like a nice guy.

Oh, damn nice. Try me. Yeah, well, that's what I think we ought to talk

Because, see, I can't.

I just can't go through with it. If it's the Andy, I'll up it.

No, no, it's not that, and it's not you.

It's just... I can't. I'm sorry.

I can't. I'm sorry.

Leanne, what are you doing here?

Wondering what happened to my husband.

That check you gave him was a one -way ticket out of my life.

Damn it, you had no right to interfere.

Leanne, smart enough.

He would have walked out on you anyway. The money just hurried things up.

So now I'm alone.

You think that's any better?

You're darn right.

You have such a negative picture of yourself that a little acceptance from

anyone, even trash like Kurt, is better than nothing. Now why are you so hard on

yourself?

You know why.

Nobody knows better than you. Because you're an ex -hooker?

There are a lot of girls who are ex -hookers who finally accept who they

Oh, Leanne, you're hurting. I know. I know how you feel.

You've got a lot going for yourself. Use it, darn it! I don't know how.

Practice. It's the only way.

Would I steer you wrong, honey?

You taught me to be a whore.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Oh, we'll find a way, honey. We'll find a way to make things right.

All right.

Let me have it, both barrels. I'm ready.

Randy, what's wrong with me?

Oh.

Oh, what happened?

Well, I tried to sleep with this guy, you know, to prove to Gordon that I

was a hooker.

To get things out into the open and... And you, you're afraid he won't be able

to accept it?

No. I'm afraid he will.

What?

Remember how I always said this thing about telling the truth?

Yeah.

Well, I always said I wouldn't get married until I told Gordon about my

That's why I kept saying no to him.

Only now I finally told him and he doesn't believe me, which is exactly the

as if I never told him at all, so... Now,

maybe I don't want to marry anybody.

Maybe I'm... Maybe I'm just not a one -man woman.

Peavy, you're not telling me you want to go back to being... Back to work.

I don't know.

I mean, you never know about things like that.

I realize it's been years.

Ten years?

How long does it take to prove a point?

That John you were telling me about.

You couldn't make it with him, right?

Right.

All I could think about was Gordon.

Well, when you really only want to get it on with one special guy, like

Gordon.

There's a name for that condition.

What?

Love.

Colleen? Wait a minute. Colleen, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Look, I've been thinking.

Any way you want to end it is fine with me.

You can have your lawyer handle it. You don't even have to see me again.

You can have an annulment if you want. Listen to me.

Everything that Mrs. Brandel and you told me, I already knew.

What are you saying?

I probably would never, ever have mentioned it.

And if Brandy hadn't come into your life, but I'm glad that she did.

Honey, I know what a nightmare this has been for you.

The fear of me finding out and you running away from the past, I wanted you

be free of all of that.

That's why I pursued Brandy, because I wanted you to admit what you were on

own. And you've done it.

You've done it.

And now we can both forget it.

I don't believe this.

How long have you known?

I started as an investigative reporter, my love.

And you investigated me?

More by accident than anything else. A little while after we met, I found one

Mrs. Brandel's letters that you'd thrown away.

Wait.

You knew I was an ex -hooker almost from the beginning and you married me

anyway? Well, it shook me up.

But I was intrigued to know more about an ex -hooker who had a higher IQ than I

did.

What about the interview with Brandy? Never be used.

It was just a way to set you free.

Don't worry, Mrs. Brandel. I'm sure the groom will arrive on time.

Suffice it to say, Lawrence, that I don't think it's the groom's arrival

Brandel is concerned about.

He's right.

He'll be here.

With the girls.

Well, I guess I can't blame them for not showing up.

Lawrence, looks like I'm going to need a maid of honor.

I'm sorry, madam. I haven't a thing to wear.

However, I am certain Lawrence would be honored to give the bride away.

Won't you, Lawrence?

Oh, yes, indeed.

In that case, madam, I do have something to wear. Now, if you'll excuse me.

I hear there's going to be a wedding around here.

Colleen.

What changed your mind?

Mark, everything's all right. It's more than all right.

Oh, I'm so glad.

Bebe?

Bebe? Oh,

I can't believe it. If I were any happier, it would probably be illegal.

Brandy, this is Gordon. Oh, sure, Gordon, hi.

No, no, you didn't let me finish. What I was going to say is this is Gordon, my

future husband.

How about...

Dad, what wonderful news.

You finally said yes.

Well, actually, this time she popped the question and I said yes.

Mr. Mills, you're both on air.

Oh, excuse me.

So,

tell me, did he finally believe you or what?

All I can say is I'm going to be married in white.

Gordon wants it that way.

I'll tell you about it later, but I guess Mr. Rourke had a long talk with

Oh, good for Mr.

Rourke.

She came.

I have my two bridesmaids, and now I have my maid of honor.

Everybody freeze.

This is a raid.

Lieutenant Fassbender, what are you doing here?

You're not going to mess things up again for Brandy. Yeah, she's getting

married. You're telling me.

Oh, darling, you look beautiful. I'm sorry I'm a little late. Oh, what's

on here?

A wedding, ladies.

After all these years, I've finally convinced Brandy to take on a new

Matrimony.

You're going to marry old Leadhead?

I sure am.

He's retired, I'm retired, and Lord knows we've spent enough time together.

Cheers. I love you.

Who gives this woman in marriage?

I do.

We are gathered to unite this man and this woman in matrimony. It is only

fitting that here on Fantasy Island, where dreams so often come true, a new

joyful reality has replaced fantasy for both of you.

The rings, please.

with the deepest sense of joy.

And by the power vested in me as magistrate of the island, I pronounce

and wife.

You make his the bride.

There we are. Totally unluckily.

Oh, thank you. All right. Oh, come on.

Oh, come on, everybody.

I don't know. I feel a bit like the Pied Piper.

Listen, the rest of you go on to the plane. You too, darling.

I want a word with Mr. Rourke. Okay.

Thank you very much. Bye -bye.

I'll see you in a bit.

Thank you. Okay, darling.

Well, Mr. Rourke, things turned out all right, didn't they?

My coming here wasn't such a bad idea after all.

How could anyone possibly construe your presence anywhere as anything but a good

idea? Well, I appreciate the sentiment, Lawrence, but ten years ago in my other

life, people would not have thought of me so kindly.

Your other life, madam?

Do you mean he still doesn't know about me?

No.

That's right, Lawrence.

You see, in my other life, calling me madam was not a term of respect, but

rather the title of my means of livelihood.

Thank you, Mr. Rourke, for helping me put all that behind me once and for all.

Goodbye.

Her means of livelihood, sir?

Yes.

Madam. Madam?

Madam?