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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?