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Good morning, Mr. Rourke. Good morning, Lawrence.

Smiles, everyone, smiles.

Well, Lawrence, there's your friend, Mr. Baldwin, and his employer, Mrs. Leslie

Darnell. You do have the fantasy straight.

Mrs. Darnell, a widow, wants to spend the weekend with her butler, as if they

were two ordinary people in an ordinary relationship.

that could develop into what she has dreamed about for some time.

A romance.

Mrs. Darnell Ordinary?

Oh, I do hope I haven't made a mistake.

The only mistake would be on Mrs. Darnell's part.

How's that, sir?

Her mistake would be in raising her expectations so high that she loses

the real man she wants to know.

That lady, sir.

I remember her. She was a great dancer some years ago.

Miss Julie Mars.

Some say the most talented dancer of the modern era.

As I recall, she mysteriously retired at the very height of her career.

She uses a cane.

Her retirement was forced, Lawrence.

An automobile accident.

What a dreadful tragedy, sir. Yes. She was injured right here on Fantasy

And her fantasy is to dance once more.

Her fantasy must be difficult for you to arrange under the circumstances.

More than you know, Lawrence.

You see, I was responsible for her accident.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Oh, Mr. Rourke, I'm as excited as a debutante.

Oh, dear.

Well, it becomes you, Mrs. O 'Neill. Oh, dear.

Debutante balls with such a lovely old -fashioned tradition. Oh, where I come

from, everything is old -fashioned and full of tradition.

Which is why you are here.

Yes.

Well, Lawrence.

Trust you to think of everything.

I try, sir. I do try.

You know, Mr. Rock, not once in all the years we've been together has Baldwin

ever let it show.

Let what show, madam?

What did he feel?

What I feel.

Could it be, Mrs. O 'Neill, that your curiosity about the man behind the cool

professional?

exterior, has led you to read something into the relationship that doesn't

really exist.

Oh, no.

No, Mr. Rourke, it's real.

For both of us, I felt it.

Excuse the delay, madam.

I've seen to it the maid finished your unpacking. I've sent the gown you

collected for tonight's reception to be pressed, and I've confirmed your

luncheon reservations.

Thank you, Baldwin.

Now, please, sit down.

Very good, Matt.

Did you say sit down?

It's quite all right, I assure you. Please join us, won't you?

Yes, go.

Baldwin, I don't want you to be my butler anymore.

Oh, for the time being, anyway.

I'd always thought my services were satisfactory.

Oh, they are, as far as they went.

That's really not what I meant to say.

Florence, help me with this, please.

Well, Baldwin, dear fellow, Mrs. Donnell's fantasy is for you two to

weekend, shall we say, together.

Not as employer and employee, but as man and woman.

Is this a joke?

Oh, dear.

This is embarrassing.

Baldwin, all these years together, I always felt that there was something

special, something personal between us.

Surely I couldn't have been mistaken.

It will be just for this weekend, Mr. Baldwin.

Two short days.

to test this feeling Mrs. Darnell describes.

You haven't denied this special contact between you and Mrs. Darnell, so what do

you have to lose?

I'm not sure yet, sir.

In any case, it's a beautiful day. Fantasy Island is yours to enjoy, so why

take your charming companion to lunch?

Sir, is anything wrong?

Sir, I said, is anything wrong?

I'm quite all right, Lawrence, thank you.

Miss Mars is meeting me here.

Yes.

Of course, I know nothing about the accident involving Miss Mars, but if

anything I can do for you now, anything at all.

I appreciate your concern, Lawrence, but don't trouble your head over my

problem.

As a matter of fact, sir, I was practicing a bit of advice I've often

give. When considering yourself, use your head.

When considering others, use your heart.

Thank you for reminding me, Lawrence.

The last times I saw you was right here in this very theater, right after my

last performance.

And you were running out that door.

Yes. I've always blamed myself for not stopping you. Oh, Julie.

Why did you take the car?

Where were you going that night?

To that special place that you took me once.

When you told me that you could never leave the island.

Not even for our love.

I'm so sorry it happened.

I was devastated.

And you wouldn't let me see you after the accident to even tell you that. I

didn't want to hear you say I'm sorry.

I wanted to hear you say I love you. Oh, I always loved you.

I still do.

And I love you too.

What happened was a long time ago.

But you're still here.

And the only thing that's changed is that I walk with this cane.

And don't believe in miracles anymore.

I can give you your fantasy, Julie.

To dance?

To dance the way I used to dance?

Yes.

Oh, darling, please.

Please.

You must understand.

You can tell no one else about your fantasy.

And it would last only for these two days of the film festival.

Oh, I don't care.

Then stand here.

You can.

Oh, Julie, Julie.

What a joy to see you happy again.

Baldwin? Yes, madam.

Get down.

Don't call me madam. My name is Ledley, remember?

It's going to take practice.

Well, that is what we're here for.

Marshal. You have to be patient.

I have been patient for over ten years.

Oh, Marshal.

You didn't have a clue to the way I felt all these years?

I only knew how I felt.

You certainly never gave me a clue.

Then I've learned to be a very good actor, Leslie.

So have I.

And I don't want to pretend ever again.

No, no, don't bring it. No, thank you. It flashes.

Oh, no, darling. Not with my hat.

I was so afraid this might be tacky, but it's absolutely beautiful.

Wait.

Would you mind if we left?

Leslie, darling.

Leslie.

What?

What?

Rachel. Audrey.

Imagine bumping into the two of you.

Listen, I can't stay and talk for... We'll get together later. Bye.

That man she's trying to hide, I'd swear that was Baldwin.

Her butler?

Leslie having lunch with her butler?

Why would she do that?

Now, isn't that an interesting question?

Oh, Miss Barnes is over there.

Ah, thank you, Lawrence. I see her.

It'll be in Broadway again, Julie.

A hit show and all the wonderful hoopla that goes with it.

Are you making me an offer, Edmund?

Definitely.

Dance this weekend.

If you've got even half of what you had, we've got a deal. Are you tempting my

favorite lady, Mr. Rome?

Nothing you wouldn't approve of, Mr. Rourke. I'm sure of that.

Would you excuse us?

Oh, of course.

Think about it, Julie.

Let me know if you'll consider it.

You heard what he said?

Yes, Julie.

I heard what he said.

But he doesn't know what we know.

And you can't tell him or your fantasy will end at that very moment.

No.

Why can't you make my cure permanent?

Please don't ask me that.

Oh, now listen to me.

You chose to stay on this island once rather than to live a life with me

somewhere else.

Even though you told me that you loved me. I did love you.

I do love you.

Well, then, why?

Julie, I can't leave.

I don't exist anywhere else but on Fantasy Island.

Not in the way you know me.

Don't try to understand it.

Just believe that it's beyond even my powers.

Those powers.

Those powers to make fantasies come true. They are for other people, Julie,

for myself.

The very fact of our love makes what you ask impossible.

I don't believe that.

You could find a way, but you won't.

You sent me away before with a leg that wouldn't get well and a heart that

wouldn't heal.

And now you'll do it again.

For the same selfish reasons.

Whatever they are.

If I may say so, sir, your reception for VIP guests is a splendid idea. Thank

you, Lawrence, but I remind you, all Fantasy Island guests are VIPs, as you

them. Of course, sir.

Oh, dear.

A problem, Lawrence?

Two, sir.

And more of it is that.

They're all friends of mine.

And Baldwin.

But it's not just them I'm worried about. They're employers.

Oh, I see. All of them, I gather.

No, Mrs. Darnell and Baldwin.

Oh.

Ah.

Enter the witches right on cue.

Maids down with Andrew and Wilkins, who both enjoy a repetition for malicious

gossip. Those exceeded only by the wealth of their respective husbands.

They sound very ominous indeed.

The very words, sir.

The only thing they'd enjoy more than blighting the fragile blossom of love

would be to plough up the entire garden.

Well, as the one in charge of this fantasy, Lawrence, I suggest you keep a

close eye on the situation.

And I wish you luck.

There they are, Audrey.

It is Baldwin.

And just when I thought the weekend was going to be a colossal bore.

Lovers. They're lovers.

Probably have him for years. Oh, Audrey.

You're jealous.

I didn't think the two of us coming to this reception together was such a good

idea at first.

But I've changed my mind.

I'm changing my mind about a lot of things.

I couldn't be happier.

Come on.

She's not going to get away from us this time.

Leslie.

How nice.

Aren't you going to introduce us to this gorgeous man?

Baldwin. It's you.

Leslie, shall we bother explaining?

Leslie.

Marshall.

We don't have anything to explain.

Oh, of course not, dear. We are your friends.

Besides, we don't blame you a bit.

No, of course not.

This island is the perfect setting for an indiscretion. Excuse me, madame, but

the only people being indiscreet here are the two of you.

Or, to put it more bluntly, go to hell.

I've been looking for you.

What is it, Julie?

I was dancing, and an old man with a cane was watching me.

I remembered that I was crippled, too.

Listen to me.

There may be a way to grant you what you ask.

To be healed?

Yes.

If I find a way,

It will require a sacrifice.

Nothing worthwhile is without a price.

What sacrifice wouldn't be worth it?

It means that much to you.

It means everything to me.

I love you.

And I love you, Julie.

More than you know.

Until later, huh?

Hello.

Hello. I missed you.

I'm sorry about my friend.

Friend?

What happened doesn't matter.

It does matter.

Only if we let it.

I'm afraid it's not our choice.

You can't let some stupid idiot spoil what we have.

Don't you see?

We already had a relationship that worked very well.

No cruelty, no hurting you.

Still being together every day.

Together? You call that together?

Every time you were near me, I couldn't say what I wanted to. I couldn't touch

you. I made up my mind.

Marshal... Will you excuse me, madam?

Good morning, madam.

Not going to work, Marshal.

I've been awake all night thinking about yesterday and how we were together. I'm

not going to let you throw it away.

I said it all last night.

I'm sorry.

Aren't you the least bit curious about all you've been missing?

You do put up a pretty convincing argument.

You must know I love you.

I love you too, Leslie.

Then it's really true.

I won't be crippled again.

I can't believe it.

My dreams are coming true.

And it's all because of you. Oh, I'm so happy. I could burst.

It's going to be just like it was again.

Julie, nothing can ever be exactly like it was before.

Oh, yes, it can.

Because I'm on my feet.

And best of all, I've got my man.

Now, don't you give me that look.

I'm whole again.

And this time, I won't take no for an answer.

Thank you.

You look marvelous.

I feel marvelous.

And all because of you.

It's taken all these years together for us finally to be together.

And suddenly I'm not sure about things I've always been sure about.

Confusion of the best kind, don't you think?

I do.

You? Oh, excuse me, Mr. Darnell.

Leslie,

this is Carol and Shane.

They work for Mrs. Andrews and Mrs. Wilkins.

How do you do? How do you do?

Please, won't you join us?

Oh, thank you, but I don't think that's wise.

It wouldn't look right if our employers came along.

You know.

The hired help sitting with... As a matter of fact, we were just leaving.

So nice to see you're moving up in the world.

Leslie.

See?

We can't stop them.

Your friends or mine, it'll always be the same.

They'll never let us be just us.

Darling, I don't give a damn about our friends. You will, my dear.

Sooner or later, you will.

May I say that you're absolutely gorgeous, Julie Barnes?

You may, and thank you.

Maybe I'm in love, Edmund.

Well, if that's what does it, I recommend it to every woman in the

You are going to accept that offer of mine, aren't you?

If you like the way I dance.

The way you walked in here just now, the way you move.

I don't need to see you dance, Julie. I know how fantastic you'll be.

You're sweet.

Now I've got things to do. All I was waiting for was your go -ahead. I'll get

copy of the book to you, write up an agreement, and alert Broadway, her

star is coming home.

Why, Lawrence, you're the picture of industry.

Oh, very kind of you, Miss Julie.

I'm afraid I botched things up.

Inadvertently, I seated the Russian representative at today's festival

next to the one from China.

I'm sure they'll both survive.

Yes, but will I?

Mr. Rourke specifically directed me to prevent such a confrontation.

Well, I'll ask him to let you off this time.

Thank you.

But as they say, there are no free rides.

One must always pay the piper, you know.

What does that mean exactly?

It's only an old saying, Miss Julie.

Something about for every step the reveler takes, for every joyous skip he

makes, the piper must be paid.

Oh, well.

Perhaps I've discovered a new approach to diplomacy. Excuse me.

Julie, if I find a way, it will require a sacrifice.

Nothing worthwhile is without a price.

Just this morning, you said all was well.

Baldwin is a very stubborn man.

He... Mr. Rourke. Right on cue, madam.

Excuse me for barging in like this, but I really must speak to you.

Certainly, Mrs. Bunnell. Please, have a seat. Thank you.

What can I do for you?

Oh, it's Marshall.

He insists we stop the fantasy, Lawrence.

Mr. Rourke...

When it's just the two of us, it's as I knew it would be.

Wonderful.

Well, he's convinced that I'm being hurt by other people's bad manners.

Ah,

Mr. Baldwin.

No, no, let me guess.

You are here to talk about Mrs. Darnell.

Yes, I am.

What are you doing here?

She came to talk to me to talk about you.

I'm sorry about this whole mess, Leslie.

Darling, it's not your fault.

Precisely. So perhaps you would like to talk things over.

Now, why don't you use my lanai?

Thank you.

Well, Lawrence, I have other things to attend to.

But as you often say, carry on.

Lawrence, this thing between Baldwin and Mrs. Darnell has gone on long enough.

You've got to do something.

I'm afraid it's none of my affair.

And I'm sure it's none of yours.

It is so our affair.

Once people forget their place, the whole world's going to fall apart.

Look, we don't care what they do as long as they don't do it in public.

Shane, out.

Rock, Mr. Rome.

I'm sure Julie's told you she's going to do my Broadway show.

She mentioned it, yes.

I haven't been able to talk about anything else.

With your permission, Mr. Rock, I'd love to send out the word Julie Mars

Returns. Oh, I'm sorry, the announcement will have to wait until tonight, after

Julie dances.

Darling, why?

You said... You know something, Mr. Rock? I think you're right.

It'll be a much more exciting announcement after everyone has seen

again.

You're quite a showman.

We'll talk later, Julie.

That man.

The one with the cane.

I can't go back to that.

The self -pity.

Absolute despair of knowing I can never dance again.

I can't. Oh, Julie, Julie.

The sacrifice.

What is it?

You told me there would be a price to pay. What is it?

You once questioned my love for you, Julie.

When this sacrifice is met, there will be no need to ever question it again.

For luck.

Wear it tonight when I dance.

Please.

For good luck.

Oh, I have a million things to do.

I'll see you at night.

Love.

By the way, Lawrence, the next time you want to arrange a fantasy for one of

your friends, may I suggest you consider something a little less...

Mr. Rourke, we want to talk to you.

Oh, ladies, I can see you have a problem.

Please, have a seat, won't you?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

It's about a very delicate subject.

It's about Leslie Darnell and her butler.

Yes?

Maybe, maybe he should leave.

Oh, no, no, I don't think so.

Well, then I'll just say it.

Leslie and her butler are having a blatant affair and you must put an end

Must I?

Yes.

If you care about the reputation of your precious fantasy island.

Is that a threat, Mrs. Andrews?

Take it any way you like.

I see.

Would it interest you to know that all of my guests, all of my guests, are

carefully screened. before arriving on my precious fantasy island.

This has nothing to do with us. It's about Leslie Darnell and her disgusting

affair.

Oh, I quite understand.

But what you may not understand is that when someone declares war, both sides

are forced to use all the weapons they're able to, shall we say, discover.

I seem to recall something about you.

And a certain gentleman in Chicago, was it, not too long ago?

Shame on you.

And I believe you, Mrs. Wilkins, have developed a very warm relationship with

your dance instructor.

Mr.

Rourke. Yes?

I trust that...

Everything that has been said here today will be held in your confidence.

Of course.

Goodbye, ladies.

Sir, you are utterly magnificent.

Thank you, Lord.

Sir, please marry me.

It would solve all our problems.

Leslie, I love you.

You know that.

But it's impossible.

Not that again.

Do we really care what other people say about us? Oh, maybe we could handle

that, but... No, don't.

Please, don't say but.

When two people love each other, nothing is impossible.

And we'll live happily ever after in my rooms over the garage.

Yes.

You see, we can live anywhere.

Switzerland, the Riviera, the darkest regions of Africa. I don't care.

Just so long as we're together.

And how am I supposed to make us a living?

I'm a butler.

You could learn something else.

If you really wanted to. There you see.

I was trained by my father, who was trained by his father, in an honorable

profession which I happen to like very much.

I understand.

I really do.

We'll work it out.

We'd be on our way to the justice of the peace right now if I could figure out a

way to marry you and keep one shred of self -respect.

Self -respect is wonderful.

It's just poor company at three o 'clock in the morning.

You're right.

But it's all I have.

But more than that, I care about your happiness.

You really think I'll be happy if we go back to the way it was?

I think we have to find out.

I know it won't be easy.

You're right.

It won't be easy.

I can promise you that.

As a matter of fact, I'm going to make it just about impossible.

And

now,

ladies and gentlemen.

Mr. Rourke presents The Return of Miss Julie Marr.

Thank you.

You are magnificent, Julia.

Oh, if I am, I'm your creation.

Oh, darling, what is the sacrifice?

Dance, Julia.

Dance for as long as you wish.

To make your cure permanent.

I must renounce my love for you.

And I must take away from you any memory of your ever having loved me in return.

I have an exciting announcement concerning Julie.

I'm happy to tell you that Miss Julie Mars will be starring in my new Broadway

show next season.

Mr. Rourke?

Well, my fantasy was more than satisfactory, Lawrence, even though it

quite what I expected.

Pardon, madam, but Baldwin acts as though... Yes, as though nothing has

And yet we know that the smallest ripple sent out into the sea of life finally

reaches the farthest shore. Don't we miss that now?

Yes, Mr. Rourke, but in our case, it's more than a ripple. It's...

It's a tidal wave. And I'm going to do everything in my power to keep that

raging. Then may I wish you both a turbulent but happy voyage, Mrs. Lennon.

Thank you, Mr. Lennon. You're very welcome.

And thank you, Lauren.

Well, Miss Marth, Mr. Rome, from all reports, the film festival was quite a

success. Bringing Julie back to the stage was really the big event of this

festival. By the way, I'll send you tickets for the opening night. Thank

Thank you very much, Mr. Rome. Thank you.

Thanks again for everything.

Goodbye, Mr. Roark. Goodbye, Miss Marth. Lawrence.

Something wrong, Lawrence?

I'm quite astonished by Miss Marr's behavior.

Oh?

She acts as though you were just casual acquaintances.

Hers was a very special fantasy, Lawrence.

To make it a reality, she, in effect, had to drink from the waters of Lethe.

mean, to get part?

Only a part, Lawrence.

Only a very small part.