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Good morning, Lawrence. Good morning, Lawrence.

Smile, everyone.

Smile.

Ah, now, there's an extraordinary woman.

That's Mrs. Margaret Smith of New York City. She was widowed five years ago.

now, of course, her fantasy is to meet the proper gentleman to become her new

husband. Not exactly, Lawrence, no. You see, Mrs. Smith has found that since her

only child, a daughter, is grown and living her own life... That being a

widow is exactly that.

Lonely.

Her fantasy is to find romance.

I should think romance and a husband for a lady of her obvious breeding would go

hand in hand, sir.

Possibly, Lawrence.

But not necessarily.

Ah, Miss Deborah Barnes and Mr. Dennis Payne.

I fear he may prove to be a pain in the proverbial part of the anatomy, sir.

Oh, why do you say that?

Because I have it from a very good source that before he agreed... to come

the island, he actually checked us out first.

The Chamber of Commerce, the Better Business Bureau, even the tourist guide

fun and adventure.

Well, Lawrence, I wouldn't take it personally.

It's part of Mr. Payne's nature to be cautious.

It is also the reason Miss Barnes insisted on coming here. You see, after

together and waiting three futile years, Miss Barnes' fantasy is to get Mr.

Payne to finally propose.

Of course, sir.

Fish or catfish, as the saying goes.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

May I suggest that you relax, Miss Smith?

You're here to enjoy yourself and find romance.

I just can't go through with this.

Please.

Why don't you tell me what's really troubling you, Miss Smith?

Your fantasy isn't just to find romance, is it?

No. No.

No, as a matter of fact, I have someone very specific in mind.

His name is Jeffrey Dornan.

Huh? We met about six months ago.

How would you believe in an elevator?

No. A storm had blacked out the co -op where my daughter lives, and there we

were, this total stranger, and I suddenly stuck between floors.

Just the two of you?

Yeah. For how long?

About 25 minutes, I guess, although it's...

It seemed like hours.

I just remember how frightened I was.

How wonderful he was.

This voice coming out of the dark saying these funny little things.

Comforting things.

And when the power finally came back?

We shook hands, said our goodbyes and went our separate ways.

And I've been kicking myself ever since for letting him walk out of my life like

that. But you knew his name.

May I ask why you didn't try to locate him?

Because it would have been wrong.

It's our ages, Mr. Rourke.

He's younger than I am.

A lot younger.

But I want to see him again.

And that is what my fantasy is all about.

But that's perfectly all right, Miss Smith.

What you want is quite understandable.

Really.

Now, why don't you try to enjoy yourself, and in the meantime, I'll see

can do, huh?

Thank you.

I just wish I didn't feel so damn foolish.

I don't know, Mr. Rourke. Every time I bring up the subject of marriage, Dennis

changes it. I mean, I guess he's just not interested.

Maybe I should forget all about it. Well, of course, it's entirely up to

Miss Barnes. That is, if you wish to call off your fantasy.

I didn't say that.

Did you hear me say that?

Absolutely not, Miss.

The thing is... Yes?

Do you really think your plan will work?

I'll let you be the judge of that, Miss Barnes.

Wow. He's the one who's going to make the passes on me?

Mr. Anderson, Miss Debbie Barnes.

Miss Barnes, it's my pleasure. Hello.

Hello. I submit that if this gentleman's attentions don't make Mr. Payne jealous

enough to propose, nothing will.

When do we start?

You said you were to meet Mr. Payne in the terrace lounge?

Yes, the lounge. I'm supposed to be there now.

Then why don't you go ahead and leave the rest to me? Mr. Anderson will join

shortly.

I'm in your hands.

Trust me, Miss Barnes.

Miss Barnes.

The cup, please.

Poor Dennis.

Any questions, Mr. Anderson?

Made the situation very clear, Mr. Roy. Just pour it on, right?

Only to the point of total immersion.

You've got it.

Mr.

Anderson, are you all right?

Oh, my back.

I think it just went out. Call an ambulance.

No, no, that's okay. Three, four hours, I'll be good as new.

Three, four hours?

have to find someone else to help fulfill Miss Barron's fantasy.

But, sir, I'm afraid we haven't got enough time to find someone else with

qualifications.

Unless, of course... I, Lawrence?

With all due respect, sir, I was thinking of myself.

However, if you'd rather... I didn't say I'd rather.

Lawrence?

Well, I suppose we've no other choice.

I'll just have to take his place.

Yes, sir.

As you told me when I entered your employ, it's a dirty job, but someone

do it.

No bathing suit, Miss Smith?

I should think you would enjoy a swim on such a marvelous day.

Well, I think I'd look a little weird getting on the plane in a bathing suit.

I've decided to call the whole thing off. I'm sorry.

And I'm sorry to hear that.

May I ask why?

Well, I've done a lot of thinking since we had our talk, and, well, let me put

it this way.

I feel so ridiculous.

I suppose I understand your reasons, even if I don't agree with them at all.

But if that is your decision, very well.

However, you might reconsider things. Your fantasy is sitting

right over there.

It is you, isn't it, Jeffrey?

Maggie.

This is fantastic.

Well, please, sit down.

You know, when the lights finally came back on in that elevator, I remember

thinking then how pretty you were, but you're even more beautiful than I

remember.

What happened to you, Maggie?

What do you mean?

I mean, where did you go when you left the elevator?

About three seconds after the doors closed, the thought hit me. Get her

number, you idiot.

And I went back up to the floor you got off on and went looking for you.

You're kidding.

No. There was knocking on every door, trying to describe you to maids who

speak English, making a complete fool of myself.

And all the time, I was down in the lobby waiting for you to come out.

Oh.

I was parked in the garage. I left that way.

The garage.

I should have thought of it.

Margaret Smith, we've got some lost time to make up for, don't we?

Yeah.

Yes, we do.

That's 8 % tax.

What?

15 % service.

Multiplied by number of days stayed.

Total is...

Oh, Debbie.

Do you know what this is?

It's a calculator.

The only time you're not poking at it is when you're in the shower.

The only time?

All right, the only other time. But even then, it's never more than a nice stand

-away. Come on, honey, I'm a CPA. My calculator is like my ID.

Anyway, I'm talking about these little green numbers here. Do you realize what

this place is costing us?

Your summer's delight, Miss Bond.

Summer's delight?

Excuse me, pal. I believe we ordered two club sodas with lime.

Your club soda with lime, sir.

Compliments of Mr. Rourke.

Forgive me for intruding, but I saw you sitting here and...

I couldn't resist.

May I? Of course.

Thank you.

Is someone else joining us? I mean, you?

A friend of mine who helps me out now and then was supposed to be here, but

afraid he met with a little accident and hurt his back.

Oh, no.

I mean, how awful for him.

I've already made arrangements for someone else to take my friend's place.

In the meantime...

I couldn't resist the opportunity to be with you.

Excuse me.

Would you two like to be alone?

Oh, I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Payne.

Did you just get here?

No, as a matter of fact, no. What is going on here, anyway?

Nothing to interest you, I'm afraid.

No.

Enjoy your summer's delight.

I created it myself, Deborah.

I have to admit I took the name summer's delight from a French poem.

Perhaps you're familiar with it.

Even in the winter's darkest night, you will

always be my summer's delight.

Until later.

Never.

Until later.

Ten to one, your summer's delight will show up on our tab.

Dennis, do me a favor.

Shut up.

Nothing to it, Maggie. All you have to know is how to say whoa and giddy up.

yeah? How about help?

This feels good, being together.

Feels perfect.

You don't... You don't think it's inappropriate for me to be attracted to

woman... Older than you?

Well, it does make me wonder what you see in me.

I've thought about that a lot, Maggie.

I... Don't have to prove anything to you. I don't have to play a role. You

understand what I'm talking about? Yes, I do.

And that's okay with me.

Wonderful. Well, let's ride, pretty lady. Come on. Let's go.

You know that day in the elevator?

I remember something else. Something that didn't happen.

What is that?

Well, just before the power came back on, I remember...

Moving closer to you like this.

I could feel your breath and smell your perfume.

I remember thinking that I didn't care if the power ever came back on.

Suddenly all I wanted to do was take hold of you and kiss you.

Why didn't you?

I was afraid.

Do you still feel that?

Maggie, I don't know what to feel.

Thank you.

Miss Smith?

Mr. Rourke, I have got the most wonderful... Oh, no, you don't have to

I can see you've been enjoying your stay with us.

You're absolutely radiant.

Oh, thank you.

I'm so glad I didn't leave.

As my daughter Virginia would put it, I am totally pigging out on happiness.

I'm delighted.

Oh, Mr. Rourke, how am I ever going to explain Jeffrey to her?

Are you afraid your daughter might disapprove?

Well, she's not the type of girl to be surprised by anything.

Except maybe this.

Oh.

Oh, well.

I'll think up something before I go back home.

I'm afraid you better think of it now.

Your daughter arrived on the afternoon plane.

Maggie!

Mr. Rourke, I don't think I can handle this. Of course you can.

Are you surprised to see me?

Boy, I'll say you're surprised. Look at you. Well,

of course I'm surprised, darling.

But happy, too.

Mr. Rourke, this is my daughter, Virginia. I already had the pleasure of

plane, Doc.

Well, I'm sure you both have a great deal of catching up to do, so if you'll

excuse me.

So, what in the world are you doing here? I thought you were up in Aspen

Maggie, you won't believe this, but I was at the airport, all ready to board

plane when...

Now, I'm going to save it as a surprise.

Well, darling, I have a little surprise for you, too. Hey, I don't doubt it.

With all these distinguished -looking gentlemen I've seen around here, like

Lord.

Bet you've been making out like crazy.

Well, actually, I have met someone.

All right.

Anybody special?

Oh, gee, very special.

That's great.

Maggie, I'm so happy for you. You mean it? Of course I mean it.

It's just that, well, we both love Dad so much, I thought maybe you might

it if I ever fell in love with someone else.

Hey, come on.

The only thing that matters is your being happy.

So, when do I get to meet him?

You know, I kind of like the idea of having some father figure around that I

hit on for extra money now and then.

Oh, tonight.

We'll all have dinner together. You, me, and my father figure.

Mr. Payne is right over there, sir.

How in the world did you find him so quickly?

I was once in the employ of a renowned divorce attorney, if that answers your

question, sir. Indeed it does. Thank you, Lawrence.

Well, Ms. Barnes?

Let's get it on.

Yes, but he can also be very lonely,

Deborah. I can't imagine a man like you being lonely. No way.

Once in a blue moon, someone like you comes along to remind me just how lonely

man can be.

Even in paradise.

But with all your beautiful lady guests.

Have you ever stood in a crowd, surrounded by hundreds of people, and

lonely? You felt that way, too.

You. Many, many times.

Maybe what you need is somebody to take care of you, to see that you're never

lonely again. You know what I mean?

I know exactly what you mean.

Debbie! Oh, my God!

Ah, Mr. Payne, how nice.

I was just showing Miss Barnes around the island.

Sure you were.

The deluxe tour, right? Exactly. Well, I really must get back.

Thank you for a most beautiful afternoon, Deborah.

For now.

Oh, he's got some good thing going here. You know that?

But his line, his line is pure garbage.

I mean, who does he think he's fooling with that lonely man in paradise junk

anyway? Huh, Deb?

Debby?

Debby?

Now, where is he?

Ginny, there's something I must tell you about him.

Oh, maybe you should just meet him, and then you'll understand.

No, the way you're building him up, I can hardly wait.

Do you remember I said I had a surprise, too?

Well, there he is.

Jeffrey!

Ginny!

Now, don't tell me I'm the last person you expected to see Fantasy Island,

right? Right, the very last.

What's the matter?

When I found out you were going to be here, I gave up a whole week's scheme to

be with you.

Oh, no, don't tell me you brought someone else. No, it's nothing like

relax, darling.

Maggie, come here.

This is Jeff Dorman.

He's the reason I never made it to Athens.

Jeff's an old flame.

When we ran into each other in the airport, things began to get real smoky

again.

Jeffrey, this is my mother.

Your mother?

You'd never guess it, but Jeffrey's actually a very talented

Now, where's this Mr. Wonderful of yours you were telling me about?

Maggie, how could I have known?

Hey, folks, what's going on here?

Wait a minute.

This man you told me about is Jeff?

Please let me explain.

Yeah, yeah, sure, you do that, but... Some other time.

Mother.

Mr. Rourke, kiss me.

I beg your pardon?

Dennis hasn't let me out of his sight all afternoon.

It's working.

He's watching us right now.

No, no, no, look, just kiss me.

One kiss, Mr. Rourke, and you're looking at an engaged woman.

That should hook him.

Hook?

Who?

Rehearsing again, sir?

The kiss was for Mr. Payne's benefit, Lawrence.

Miss Barnes said he was watching us.

Probably from behind those bushes over there. No, no, no, don't look.

If that is true, sir, Mr. Payne is a most remarkable young man.

Why do you say that?

Because I just left him in the lounge.

He was starting his third sugarless cola.

Is it possible, sir, that Miss Barnes was simply looking for an excuse to kiss

you?

Lawrence, I think we have a problem.

We, sir?

Ginny, I've been looking everywhere for you.

I'm not in shape for cross -country running.

You're apparently in pretty good shape for other sports.

Now, how was I supposed to have known about you and Jeff?

Let's just forget it, okay?

May you listen to me?

I want to tell you something about how it feels to be alone.

That's not what this is all about.

Jeffrey and I were lovers, don't you understand?

He could be your own son.

Is that what makes it wrong, darling? Our age difference?

My God, doesn't it make it wrong to you?

What's happened to you?

I fell in love.

I can't believe this.

How did you meet him?

In the elevator at the co -op.

Didn't you ever ask him what he was doing in that elevator?

No.

He was on his way to my apartment to see me.

I've got just one thing to say.

I want him, and I'm going to get him.

All right, Rourke.

Where's Debbie?

Good morning, Mr. Payne.

Deborah, why, in her bungalow, I presume.

Won't you join me? If she were in her bungalow, I wouldn't be here. What's

she wasn't in her bungalow all night.

That's curious. That's infidelity.

She spent the night with you, didn't she? May I suggest tea, sir?

It's very calming for the nerves. All I want is an answer. To what question?

Debbie came here to fulfill a fantasy.

Just what in the hell kind of fantasy is she having? You didn't ask her?

I don't believe in fantasy fulfillment.

What do you believe in, Mr. Payne? We're not talking about me. I want to know

what her fantasy was.

To get you to propose.

Propose?

Marriage? That's right.

Marriage.

After three years of being a steady date, always there when you wanted her,

yet never quite sure when that would be, she wants something a little more

substantial, Mr. Payne.

I love Debbie.

And I want to marry her, but... But what, Mr. Bing? What is it that's

you? My first marriage, that's what.

Six years of disaster.

So you might say I'm a little gun -shy, okay?

Gun -shy? Oh, because Miss Barnes is very much like your first wife. No, no,

she's nothing like her at all.

All right, you want to know what I believe in?

Not hurting people. That's what I believe in.

especially people I love. But I just don't want to run the risk of hurting

Debbie the way my ex -wife and I hurt each other. Does that make any sense?

Yes, it does.

But you may be hurting Miss Barnes even more by what you're doing to her now.

You're right.

You're right. It's wrong of me to keep her hanging on like this.

Hell, no wonder she turned to you for sympathy.

Well, I'm going to find her.

And I'm going to do what I should have done all along, proposed her.

Maggie?

Don't look so shocked, Jeff. I've been in your bed before.

Do us all a favor, Jenny. Please get dressed and get out of here.

You afraid my mother will walk in?

Your mother would knock on the door first.

Oh, you mean she's a lady.

Yes, she is.

Well, don't forget, she's had a lot more practice at it than I have.

That's cruel, Jenny, and it's not fair to Maggie. Damn it, Jeffrey, what about

us? What about us? We never meant anything more to each other than a good

and you know it. So why don't you just back off?

Because it's at least a chance for us.

She's old enough to be your mother.

And you are just mad because I find her more attractive than I do you.

Miss Barnes.

I've been looking for you.

Oh, I just wanted to be alone.

I wanted to subtract my liabilities from my assets, as Dennis will put it. I

spent the night on the beach.

It was fantastic.

And your liabilities and assets?

Well, let's just say I'm not so sure I want to marry Dennis anymore.

But that's your fantasy.

It was.

It was my fantasy.

I know we were just pretending.

Trying to make Dennis jealous, but somewhere along the way, pretending

real for me.

Miss Barnes.

In spite of all the romantic novels, people really don't fall in and out of

so easily.

If we had met under any other circumstances, at best, you would have

me as a good friend.

Nothing.

Debbie?

I suggest you listen to what he has to say.

There's something important I want to ask you.

Debbie?

Will you marry me?

No.

What do you mean, no?

I'm not sure I want to marry you anymore. It's that Rourke, isn't it? I

have torn that guy apart when I had the chance. You never tore anything apart in

your life.

Yeah, maybe not. But if you think I'm afraid of that guy, guess again.

Oh, Dennis, will you stick to your calculator, all right? I just don't want

to get hurt. Me?

Hurt?

Oh, real good. Look, you saved your sympathy for him.

He's going to need it.

The last time I saw you, you were so happy, so radiant.

What's happened?

I had a rather ugly run -in with reality is what's happened. Oh?

I need your help. Of course.

Well, I have to make a decision that's going to affect the lives of three

people. Your daughter, Mr. Dornan, and yourself.

Yes.

However, I don't think I have the courage to make the choice I really want

make. The choice that would fly on the face of convention, shatter the icons of

public opinion, and flout the unwritten code of society?

Oh, I think I could handle all of that, Mr. Rourke.

What I can't handle is my daughter's scorn.

Her pain.

Then you've already made your decision.

Yes.

Yes, I suppose I have, haven't I?

Your decision is still negotiable.

Not this one, I'm afraid.

Thanks for the shoulder.

I was beginning to get worried. It's been a half hour since I called you.

But I must say the weight was worth it. You look absolutely beautiful.

Some old tricks out of a lot of little jars.

Oh, not true. Don't even say that.

Oh, Jim.

It's been wonderful.

It's been the most magical moments of my life.

But it's over.

For you and me, it's over.

Well, what are you talking about? We've barely started.

It won't work. Not for us.

Now, you and Ginny, you could make it work. I mean, you're more right for each

other. You like the same things.

But you're both young.

Maggie, Ginny and I never had anything like what we have.

I love you.

I never said those words to Ginny, and I never will.

I love you.

I love you too.

And I'll never forget you.

But it has to be this way, that's all.

Rourke, I want to talk to you. Certainly, Mr. Payne.

About what?

About Deborah.

Oh?

I've had it with you playing around with her.

Bravo.

What do you mean? It should be obvious, Mr. Payne. Mr. Rourke approves of your

applying to the defense of Miss Barnes' honor.

Well said, Lawrence.

Look. I just asked Deborah to marry me just now, and because of you, she said

no. I'm not going to take that. Bravo!

As Mr. Rock has already expressed it.

I admire your determination. I respect the depth of your emotions for Miss

Barnes.

Now, what do you have in mind?

Let's just say if this were the Old West...

I'd be asking you to step out into the street.

Oh.

I am at your service, Mr. Payne, for whatever you have in mind.

What's the use?

I get the definite feeling that no matter what I did, you'd manage to make

look like a complete fool.

Deborah is yours, Mr. Rourke.

Nobody can compete with you.

Really, sir?

If you had let him hit you just once.

Lightly, of course.

It's all right, Lawrence.

What I have in mind will ultimately prove painless.

For all concerned.

I promise you.

You're responsible for this whole mess involving my mother, Mr. Rourke. I

accept responsibility for my actions. Then why did you let her do it? I

fantasies. Fantasies. The stuff dreams are made of. And this was your mother's

dream. Oh, to have a cheap affair?

Is that how you describe your own relationship with Mr. Dornan? That's

different. How different?

How different?

Your problem, Miss Smith, may be that you are hypocritical.

You like the freedom of being a modern woman in control of her life, but when

your mother wants the same privilege, you rebel at the thought.

Then you condone what she's done?

Oh, I make no judgments.

But what has she actually done?

Except rediscover the joy of love and loving.

You make me feel like I'm some sort of a monster.

I'm sorry, I don't mean to.

But I remind you, we all must accept the responsibility for our actions and our

freedoms.

And you forced your mother to choose between the two people she loves most in

the world.

What do you mean, choose?

She said goodbye to Mr. Dornan and is taking the next plane back to the

mainland.

You've turned me all around I don't know what to think what to do.

Don't think at all miss miss That's right

Don't think at all but do Do precisely

what your heart tells you to do

It was sweet of you to drop by, Ginny, but I think I've just about got it

whipped. I didn't come here to help you pack. I came here to ask you to stay.

Oh, thank you, darling, but... Well, I've made so many plans, so many things

do. Mother, stop it.

I've been wrong.

Please forgive me.

There's nothing to forgive.

And you were right.

Mother, will you stop contradicting me?

I'm sorry, but you are right.

And I want you and Jeff to have every happiness you both deserve.

That's what really counts.

What counts is that I grow up and act like a mature woman and you won't let

What?

You can't give Jeff to me like he's some sports car.

He has a mind of his own.

What's more, he doesn't love me.

And I don't love him.

Understand?

Jeff and I have said all we're ever going to say to each other.

Except maybe when I hit him up for extra allowance money.

I love you, Jimmy.

And I love you, Maggie.

Oh, one more thing.

Don't forget to tell Jeff.

that I taught you everything you know.

Debbie? Dennis, where have you been?

I just stopped in to say goodbye.

You're leaving?

Look, whatever you got going with Rourke, I just don't want to stand in

way. I love you too much to mess up your life any more than I have.

But, Dennis, I... At least I proposed.

You got your fantasy.

Goodbye, then.

Still gloating, Mr. Payne?

Mr. Rourke, what happened?

He didn't tell you?

Tell me what? What happened this afternoon at the gym?

No.

Dennis, why didn't you? What are you hiding?

I, uh, I'm not sure. What happened was Mr. Payne came to the gym when I was

totally exhausted from my workout and insisted that we fight over you. Dennis,

he did that. Oh, he did more than that. He was a man enslaved by his passions.

As you can see, it was a very one -sided affair.

Well, it lasted.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because with all his rather brutal faults, he is apparently a modest man. I

him that.

And now that you know the truth, I wish you both good evening.

Dennis.

Oh, Dennis, nothing.

I respect the guy for what he did just now.

I mean, I really had him pegged wrong. But I never touched him, Debbie.

You didn't?

No. No, he made up the whole story because he thought... Well, we both

that punching him out would make you love me.

Oh, Dennis, no.

All I was looking for was some kind of proof that you loved me.

Proof? Yeah, after three years of limbo and after...

Being romanced by somebody new, even if it was just pretend, I guess I... I

guess I just wasn't sure about anything anymore.

Now I am.

Yes. Yes.

Yes what?

Yes, I'll marry you.

After what I just told you? Because of what you just told me.

If you didn't love me, you never would have told me the truth.

Well, Barnes, Spain, now that you're engaged, have you set the date for the

wedding? Well, I figure once I get the new promotion, start to feel comfortable

within the job, and maybe... June 24th, two months from today.

Right.

Thanks, Mr. Rock. You're very welcome.

Bye. Goodbye.

Goodbye, Mr. Spain.

You're a marvel, sir. I admit it.

Sometimes, Lawrence, the thought of pain can also be a mother of invention.

Mr. Rourke, I'd have to write a book to tell you how much we all appreciate

everything you've done.

And Ginny and I owe you a very special thanks.

Your happiness is my reward.

Good luck to all of you.

As a matter of fact, we're quite sorry to see you leave, aren't we, then? Oh,

indeed.

Thank you, sir. Goodbye.

Thank you. Miss Smith?

You know something, Mr. Rourke?

Maggie's right about age being no big deal.

Indeed. In fact, I'm giving very serious thought to finding an older man for

myself.

Well, if I run across a likely candidate, I'll put you in touch.

Thank you. Goodbye, Smith. Bye, Lawrence.

Trot, Mary.

Do you suppose that young lady was making a pass at me?