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Good morning, Mr. Rock. Good morning,
Lawrence.

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

That must be Ben Saunders, sir.

Yes, Mr.

Saunders' fantasy is deceptively simple,
but will require a most complex

solution, I'm afraid.

Really, sir?

Yes. What is his fantasy, sir?

His fantasy is to be reunited with his
estranged fiancée, Miss Sally Marshall.

I just hope it won't be too demanding of
your time, sir.

Not of my time, Lawrence.

But definitely demanding of my
ingenuity.

Miss Yolanda Morales.

Apparently a teetotaler, sir.

She declined a drink for a very good
reason, Lawrence.

She's going to have a baby.

But I thought it was Miss Morales.

Oh, it is.

But it's not what you think.

Miss Morales has a contract to be a
surrogate mother for a couple who can't

a child of their own.

What on earth is she doing here?

She's here because she's now having
serious doubts about the whole

Miss Morales' fantasy is to find out
this weekend how she will feel about

up the baby after it's born.

But so look at her. She doesn't even
show.

She must be eight months away. How can
she possibly know this weekend how she

will feel after the baby is born?

By having the baby, Loris.

This weekend?

This weekend, yes.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Oh, no, no, no. We'll be ready.

Listen, make sure you center that. No,
no. Center that exactly.

Now, to the right. Very good. Very good.
All right. Now, just a moment. No, no,

no. A little to your left. Ah, there's
the great culture, Pierre Lebrun.

And the celebrated designer of women's
fashion, Walter Fielding. Both here to

supervise our bazaar ball.

I don't know how you do it, sir.

Ah, there are ways, Lawrence, there are
ways. But just remember the old saying,

there is not such thing as a free lunch.
Ah, here's Mr. Saunders.

This is some place, Mr. Orr. Thank you.
No wonder why you charge so much for a

fantasy. Well, I'm delighted you have
such understanding of my problem, Mr.

Saunders. Problem, sir? You?

Yes, you see, Lawrence, Mr. Saunders
didn't have enough available money at

moment to pay for his fantasy, so rather
than deprive him, I worked out an

arrangement which I hope will be...

Just what is this arrangement, Mr.
Rourke? You will see with your own eyes.

This way, please.

Hello, gentlemen. Good morning.

I know things look a bit chaotic, but
everything will be ready by curtain time

tomorrow night. We'll give you a
pageantry that your guests will always

remember. Now, gentlemen, we're going to
take a ten -minute break here. Ten

minutes. Mr. Lebrun, Mr. Fielding.

Mr. Saunders. How do you do? How do you
do? Ben Saunders. Yes. And my right

-hand man, Lawrence.

Gentlemen. Now, are you two gentlemen
ready for your fantasies to begin?

We're ready right now, sir.

Excuse me.

Mr. Rourke, their fantasies.

What about mine?

All a necessary part of the arrangement,
Mr. Saunders. Trust me. Oh, I

understand. Now, gentlemen, you, Mr.
LeBrun, described your ideal woman to

The one you wish you could carve in
stone as a beautiful Venus. They're only

cold and aloof, but earthy with an inner
fire seductive and sensual.

And you, Mr. Fielding, said your ideal
woman would be fiery,

tempestuous. Exactly. A striking woman
of great passion.

Raw, lusty, filled with... life.

Yes, yes.

Lawrence.

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes, please.

Thank you. Both of you, if you don't
mind.

Now, picturing your minds, the ideal
women you have described.

Concentrate and call out the name of
your ideal woman.

Ava. Ava. Rosalind. Ava.

Ava.

Rosalind.

The women of your dreams.

My dream woman.

Yes. I think things will proceed very
nicely from here on. Yes.

Gentlemen.

Gentlemen, if you please, I'll have
something of great importance to say to

of you in my office in precisely 42
minutes. Please be there.

But, Mr. Warren... 42 minutes, Mr.
Saunders.

Lawrence?

Lawrence?

You play beautifully, Miss Morales.

Your fingering is excellent, and so are
your feelings for the instrument.

Thank you. I was trying to build up
courage for our interview.

Courage? Yes, music always has helped
me.

I'm sure you have enough courage for
whatever happens, Miss Morales.

Surely I'm not difficult to talk to, am
I?

No, no, it's not you.

It's me.

I sign a surrogate mother.

Surrogate mother.

Surrogate mother contract.

Because I need the money.

I understand.

No. You probably don't.

My sisters, they work hard.

They save and borrow every cent they
could to send me to the United States.

And things didn't work out too well for
you?

No. And they put every hope they had on
me.

Many times a family turns to its
youngest to carry out the dreams for

the things the rest could not achieve.

It's a heavy burden.

But I am the oldest, Mr. Rock.

My sister Elena is three years younger.

And Maria is five years younger.

But they both look older than I do.

That, that is what poverty does to you.

May I ask how much are you being paid to
have this baby?

Enough to give my sister a chance of
their own. So you agreed to artificial

insemination? Yes.

But for you, it's now more than just a
business arrangement, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

A human being is growing inside of me.

I don't know.

If I can give it up.

It's a very difficult choice.

To keep a baby you're bound to love, or
give it up and be able to help your

sisters find new lives of their own.

That is why I am here, Mr. Rock.

To know if I can give my baby away.

I understand your dilemma, Miss Morales.

But, um...

Isn't there something more I should
know?

Why do you ask that?

Excuse me, sir.

You asked me to let you know when Mr.
and Mrs. Anderson arrived.

They're in their bungalow now. Thank
you, Lawrence.

They're here?

But why?

Because they have a right to be, Miss
Morales. The decision you make will

their lives, too.

Sweetheart.

Do you know what your mother thinks
about my not being able to have

you?

She makes me feel as if I'm to blame
somehow.

Oh, come on, honey. You imagine things.
Do I?

Damn it, Mike. My whole heritage is to
bear kids, lots of kids.

Not to sit in an empty house staring at
four walls waiting for you to come home.

But that's why we're doing this,
sweetheart. I mean, look, we'll be a

family.

Oh, I hope so. We will.

Yolanda, Mr. Rourke, come in, please.
Thank you. Come in. Thank you very much.

Lawrence. Lawrence tells me there are
things to be moved.

Mr. Anderson, I'm not sure I understand.

Yes, I believe some things were
delivered here in error.

Oh? I think someone mistook Mrs.

Anderson to be the mother of Mr.

Anderson's child.

Angela. Hey, I'm okay. I'm fine. I mean,
it's a very easy mistake to make.

Did you order these things, Mr.
Anderson?

I just... thought that Yolanda might
need a few things, yes.

Well, I'm sure you meant well.

Mrs. Anderson, is there something in
particular troubling you about our

arrangement? No, of course not. I have
nothing to complain about.

It's just a little fast.

A little hard to get used to the idea
that by tomorrow night there'll be a

and I'll be an instant mother and
everything will be just wonderful.

I understand.

Now, Lawrence, if you'll collect these
clothes for Miss Morales, we'll leave

these nice people to get acquainted.

No, no, no. Please don't.

It is better if I go too, Mr. Rourke.

I know how Mrs. Anderson must feel.

Oh, no. Don't be silly, Miss Morales.
You stay.

Mr. Rourke can stay.

In fact, everybody can stay because you
all have a lot more to do with this than

I do.

Angela.

Tradition, gentlemen, calls for one of
the beautiful ladies of the island to be

named Queen of our Bozard Ball. It has
to be Rosalind. She's the child of my

mind. Obviously the ideal woman. Are you
joking?

Ava is the only choice. My own vision
come to life.

The choice is up to Mr. Rock.

Well, it's always been that way in the
past, yes.

However, since I, in effect, created the
two ladies in question...

I believe the choice this time should be
made by someone who can be utterly

impartial. I'm available, sir.

Thank you very much, Lawrence.

But you are a part of Fantasy Island.

No, no, I was thinking more in terms of
the perspective of an average guest, you

see. Someone like, uh... Well, Mr.
Saunders, for instance.

I appreciate all this, Mr. Rourke.

But I have enough problems without
having every woman on this island except

Not at me.

Oh, come on, Mr. Sanders. It's not that
difficult. I mean, you've seen Rosalind.

Classic features, regal beauty. Forget
everything about her. Ava is the

embodiment of womanhood itself. All fire
and sensuality. This is a woman a man

dreams of in his life.

Gentlemen, gentlemen, please. Now,
please, please.

Mr. Sanders' decision must be made
without bias or outside persuasion. You

must... rely on his fairness as a decent
human being, his judgment as a man.

You're absolutely right, Mr. Rourke. He
is, as you say, a man. He'll follow his

male instinct. Of course, I'm sorry, Mr.
Saunders, but you can understand I got

a little carried away.

But I now will not in any way influence
you.

Thank you.

Excuse me, Mr. Rourke, may I speak with
you privately for a second? Of course.

Will you excuse us? Certainly. Thank
you.

Mr. Rourke, this is not going to work.
No matter who I choose, one of these

or both of them are going to pick me
apart.

Don't you understand?

This is all part of the arrangement I
mentioned to you. It's the only way to

achieve your own fantasies.

Oh, yeah.

Everything so far has been for them.
Their ideal woman. What about mine?

What about Sally Marshall? She's not
even here on the island.

Just count me out, Mr. Rourke.

Here, listen to me for one moment.
You've got to keep an open mind.

Mrs. Anderson?

I'm afraid I'm not very good company
right now, Mr. Rourke. Well, I'm sorry I

wasn't able to talk to you before Miss
Morales' fantasy was set in motion.

Oh, there's no need to apologize.

After all, what have I got to do with
it?

A very great deal, I should think. After
all, you will raise the child, be its

mother for all its life.

Will I?

Fact's a fact, Mr. Rourke.

And the fact is, it's their baby.

My husband's and... and hers.

Not mine.

Is it truly a baby you've always wanted,
Mrs. Sanderson?

Of course.

I've always wanted a child. Ask my
husband. Ah, a child or your child?

Is it a baby you've always wanted? Or
has it been your pride in believing that

you could conceive and bear a child?

I couldn't help but overhear, sir.
Weren't you being a little harsh on her?

as harsh as she's being on herself,
Lawrence.

And I'm afraid there is a bit of
jealousy mixed in, too.

Jealousy, sir?

Yes, between Miss Morales and Mrs.
Sanderson.

They are both so involved with their own
personal feelings, I'm afraid they've

forgotten the father.

I see what you mean, sir. There are so
many undercurrents of emotion working

here that we must be very careful,
Lawrence. Frankly, I'm worried.

Oh, I'm so excited about this modeling.

Excuse me, Ben.

Ben, what... What are you doing here?

Sally.

I, uh... I guess I could ask you the
same question.

Well, I, uh... I got a call to model at
the Bozar Ball.

Is that without your clothes on?

Are we going to have to do that number
again?

Who's he?

A man with a very narrow mind who used
to be my fiancé.

Just ignore him, Cal.

Oh, Cal?

So this is the two -bit artist who
canceled the minister and the church

The nude body is not considered dirty in
this century, Mr.

Saunders. No, but how about private?

You're my fiancé, not some peep show for
every guy who's got a buck to spend on

a magazine.

Was your fiancé? Was your fiancé? Sally,
why argue with him?

Why don't you mind your own business?
Stop it!

Stop it!

You don't own me, Ben Saunders!

No, I... I don't.

I'm sorry, Sally.

But I love you.

Then prove it.

Just, just grow up.

Ah, Mr.

Saunders. How nice to see you again.
You, uh, remember Ava, don't you?

Well, yes. We were just discussing you.

You were?

Such a young man for such a
responsibility.

She means selecting the queen of the
ball. I admire men of decision.

Well, I haven't made any yet.

You will, Ben.

You will.

Rosalind.

Hello, darling.

This is my bungalow, isn't it?

Of course it is.

Why are we wasting time?

You, uh, came well prepared, didn't you?

Rosalind. About the queen of the Beaux
-Arts ball, I haven't made up my mind

yet.

Haven't you?

Angela, I've been worried about you.

I've been walking around, doing a lot of
thinking.

Mike, I've been so wrapped up in myself,
so hurt by nature's dirty trick on me

that I didn't even think what I was
doing to you.

Look, honey, maybe I've handled this all
wrong. If I... I've been doing a lot of

soul searching.

I do want this baby.

Everything inside me wants to be the
mother of your child, but...

I'll settle for what I can get.

Angie.

Oh, Angie, I love you so much.

I want to be queen of the Beaux -Darts
ball.

Do you like me, Ben?

You're, um... You're fantastic.

Well, Ben, you'll forget you've ever
known another woman.

I knew it. I knew I'd find you here,
Ava.

Get out of here. This is a private
party. Not anymore, it isn't.

Benjamin. It is Benjamin.

Ben. Stay away from him! Don't you...

Take it easy, please. Stop. Stop this.

You got one.

No. Stop it.

Take it easy.

Stop it.

Now you're mine.

And all this time you pretended you were
so innocent, so upright.

I can explain all of this.

Those women? They're not even real.
They're just figments.

Well, how's this another figment?

I have mom pregnant.

I can feel life inside of me.

I have been thinking about all of this.

I know I owe my sisters, yes.

But I can give up my child, no matter
what.

Miss Morales, I think you have an even
greater fear than just giving up your

baby.

I don't know what you mean.

I check all my guests, Miss Morales.

Very carefully.

I know about your mother, about your
grandmother, how they died.

I know about the babies that died with
them.

Please. And I know you carry a genetic
disability, one that may strike at the

moment of giving birth.

Not always.

No, not always, or you or your sisters
wouldn't have survived.

But what if it does happen?

Then I will die.

And my baby too.

The time is getting close, Mr. Rourke.

I feel it inside, you know. Yes, I know.
Are you all right?

Mr. Rourke, do you know if I will
survive?

If my baby will live?

I can guarantee only that you'll have
the baby, nothing more, I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

It was all my own doing.

When you signed the contract, you didn't
tell the Andersons about the danger,

obviously. How could I? They would have
chosen someone else.

And I had to have that money.

Tonight you've decided to keep the baby,
so you can't help your sisters.

Both you and your baby are in grave
danger, Miss Morales.

And Mr. and Mrs. Anderson will suffer
either way.

Sorry, Mr.

Rourke.

I only mean to do good.

Well, now what am I supposed to do, Mr.
Rourke? I've never been in such a mess.

Really, sir, there are those who would
be more appreciative of being desired by

two absolutely stunning females.

Have you anyone in mind we know,
Lawrence?

Well, it's not really me they're after
anyway.

It's my vote for the queen of the ball.

Are you sure you won't join me, Mr.
Saunders?

No, thank you.

Anyway, all I wanted to do was patch
things up with Sally.

You were supposed to help me.

Now she won't even talk to me.

You have peaked. her interest, haven't
you? Oh, have I? Well, she came looking

for you, didn't she? Yeah. It seems to
me that Miss Marshall is now suffering

from the same ailment that she accused
you of. The one that caused her to

your wedding plans.

She's jealous.

Mr. Rourke, you're something of a sly
fox.

Thank you.

Of course, this is all part of your
little arrangement, isn't it?

All right, if Sally is going to blame me
for committing sins, it might as well

be sins that I really commit.

That will really make her jealous.
Thanks, Mr. Rourke. No, Mrs. Saunders, I

didn't mean for you to... Mrs. Saunders,
please.

Well, where's he off to with that silly
little grin?

Another rendezvous with one of those
women?

I believe that's what he has in mind,
yes.

Oh, Mr. Rourke.

What am I going to do?

They're both so... so damn beautiful
and...

I'm just me.

Miss Marshall, I thought you had made up
your mind that Mr. Saunders wasn't the

man you really wanted.

A girl can change her mind, can't she?

Are you saying you want him back?

Yes.

I mean... Yes, yes, I do.

But I don't want him to be jealous of me
every time I pose in the nude or

whatever. That's my decision, not his.

Perhaps Mr. Saunders is doing a little
posing himself.

To make you jealous, you know?

No. No way, Mr. Vorka.

No, I saw him with my own eyes.

He didn't even know I was there.

There may be extenuating circumstances.

That's great.

That's just great.

You men all stick together, don't you?

Maybe those two sex pots aren't even
real like Ben said, right? They're just

overheated, over -endowed figments of
too many male imaginations.

Miss Marshall, if you truly love Mr.
Saunders, You may have to prove it to

Wrong, Mr. Rourke.

Ben may not like me posing for
photographers and artists, but he never

French -kissing someone else.

Never!

Is this fancy precisely on target, sir?

Have a grape, Florence.

Now, when you have, inform Mr. Lebrun
and Mr. Fielding that I want to see them

both in my office immediately.

Yes.

You're nine months pregnant. What do you
mean you're going to keep the baby?

You signed a contract. You can't keep
the baby. It belongs to Angela and me.

It belongs to me. I get the picture
here. Is it more money you want? Is that

I don't want any money. How can you talk
about money?

What's happened to her?

Miss Morales.

This means so very much to us, both of
us.

We want this child desperately.

And my husband is its father.

Tell them the rest, Miss Morales.

I can do it.

Mr. Roble, I can do it.

All right, then, I will.

Miss Morales' genes carry a family trait
that makes childbirth not only

dangerous, but often...

Fatal. Their own mother and grandmother
both died in childbirth.

Along with their infants.

I can't believe this is happening.

Mike. Please, Mike.

You are a woman. You understand me,
don't you?

Well, I'm trying, but at the moment I
have a husband who's in a lot of pain.

Oh, my God. It's his baby who may die,
too, you know.

I know.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Morales, please, you must calm yourself.

Sit down, please.

What? What? What is it?

Are you all right?

I think you better get me to the
hospital.

I'll get the ambulance. Please stay with
her.

Of course.

Well, what about Mike? He's got to know,
too.

Don't worry. I'll find him.

Don't worry. We'll get you to the
hospital.

I thought I might find you here, Mr.
Anderson.

What made you think that, Mr. Rourke?
Because this is what I often come when

troubled or need to think.

The beauty seems to have a healing
effect.

I'm sorry I ran out like that.

Oh, I can understand. Running from a
pain that at first seems to... I was

cheated, Mr. Rourke. And so was Angie.
And so was Miss Morales, Mr. Anderson.

Cheated by fate, by life.

Yet she was willing to risk her own life
to achieve the miracle of bringing a

new life into this world.

Your child.

Attest to it, Father, yes.

But you heard her. Whatever happens, the
baby will never be mine. The baby will

always be yours, Mr. Anderson, no matter
what happens. You are its father.

Yes.

And Miss Morales, at this very minute,
is in labor trying to deliver that

You're right. It is my kid.

Can you take me there?

That's why I came.

Thank you, Doctor.

The doctor says there are some problems.
The baby's heart rate has dropped.

Are you saying the baby isn't going to
make it? There is still hope, Mr.

Anderson. You must believe that.

And Yolanda?

She's having a very hard time of it.

She's a very brave woman.

And all we've done is pick on her.

She understands pain above all things.

Yes, I suppose that's the special
knowledge that women share.

And some men.

And some men.

Doctor, come quickly.

Sally? Oh, have we met? She doesn't want
to talk to you. But out.

Sally, we have to talk.

Well, why don't you just go talk to one
of those figments of yours?

Look here, Saunders.

No, you look here, Cal.

If you want her, you're going to have to
fight for her. Now, come on.

Come on. Fight for her?

I hardly know her.

Sorry.

You certainly have changed.

No, not really.

I told you that I loved you.

Well, what about all those other women?

Oh,

well, they're just two of them.

Oh, come on, Sally, they're not even
real. Don't start with me, Ben.

Well, they're not real to me.

I mean, they're not like you.

I mean, you're like peaches and cream.

Fresh bread and honey.

And?

And?

So there you are, Benji.

Have you missed me?

Hallie.

Control yourself, Ava.

All fire and passions.

I wouldn't know.

It's not what Ava has told me, Saunders.

Whatever she told you is not true.

Are you saying she's a liar?

Come along, Saunders.

We're going somewhere quiet to talk
about who you'll select queen.

Oh, no, we won't. Saunders, wait!

My, very impressive, Lawrence.

Magnificent, sir. We've outdone
ourselves again.

I just hope you're wrong.

Ah, Romeo and Juliet.

Mr. Lark? I've been looking for Miss
Marshall.

But she won't be coming.

What? I really lost her this time.

Anyway, I've been wanting to talk to
you. You see... Yes?

Have you made your choice for the Queen
yet?

Not yet, but I don't have time. Well,
you better make up your mind quickly,

Saunders. The moment has arrived.

May I remind you that you must pick the
woman you truly believe has the

qualities of a worthy queen.

Rely on your integrity, Mr. Saunders.

Mr. Ward, please.

Your integrity.

Thank you.

My dear guests, ladies and gentlemen,
the moment... we've all been waiting for

has finally arrived.

Mr. Ben Sons will now announce his
decision for that exalted position Queen

the Balls Art Mall.

Mr. Sons, will you please?

Okay, Mr.

Rourke.

I'll ask you one last favor.

Last favor? Of course, but... Please
tell Sally the truth about all this.

Ava and Rosalind, who they really are.

She may believe you.

All right, Mr. Saunders. I understand.

I'll try.

Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Saunders.

Ladies and gentlemen, you can imagine
how difficult it is to choose one

rare rose from a garden that's full of
them.

It's so important a responsibility that
I cannot allow any, any, outside

influence to affect my decision.

I have made my choice. It's based on
qualities like beauty, of course, but

more inner beauty than the other kind.

That feeling you get when you're around
a real queenly woman, a warmth, a

wholeness, a goodness.

May I now present to you the queen of
the Beaux -Arts ball, Miss Sally

Marshall.

What? Oh, me?

Mr.

Saunders. Mr. Saunders, what is it? Your
selection was perfect.

Oh, you don't understand, Mr. Rourke.

Fielding and LeBron both have guns, and
they're both going to blow me away for

not picking their ideal woman. Mr.
Saunders, Mr. Saunders.

Look.

What's going on? Love.

Love, Mr. Saunders.

You see, to help solve your problem...

I called Mr. LeBrun and Mr. Fielding
into my office, and I explained to them

that while it's true that two of them
would become even more famous by having

their ideal woman chosen as queen, that
there would be a price to pay.

Oh, what kind of a price?

If either Ava or Rosalind were chosen
queen, she would cease to exist at

midnight.

Oh, you mean back to being a block of
marble or a dress dummy?

Precisely. The two gentlemen were trying
to frighten you into not picking that

ideal woman as queen of the ball.

I told you.

Beautiful.

Well, Mr. Saunders, it seems we have now
solved everyone's problems, doesn't it?

Thank you, Mr. Rourke.

Ben?

I love you.

I love you, too.

Just Mr. O 'Rourke, please.

I'm going in, too.

I'm glad you are here.

It's sort of our baby together, you
know?

I know.

Hang on to me.

I don't mind.

You and me together.

Angela! Hold on, Yolanda.

Relax, Yolanda.

Relax.

I'll stay here with you.

Mike. It took so long. Is everything
okay?

Yes. Aren't they beautiful?

Come, see your son.

Take him.

A perfect specimen.

Isn't he, Mr. Rourke?

Absolutely perfect, Miss Morales.

Your wife shared the pain, Mr. Anderson.

Now, she deserves to share the joy of
your baby with you.

Are you saying that everything's...
Everything's as we planned?

She's saying more than that, Mr.
Anderson.

She's also saying that the miracle of
giving life can't be rewarded enough.

Thank you.

What would you call him?

What was your father's given name?

Pedro.

Okay, then.

All right, look out, world.

Make room for Peter.

Are you all right, Lawrence?

Oh, quite, sir.

Don't mind me.

Miss Morales?

Your fantasy is over.

Did you forget that the baby wasn't
real?

I'm afraid we all did.

But wasn't it wonderful?

And we all learned so much about love,
didn't we?

Yes, and also about wisdom and courage,
upon which can be built a joyous reality

for all of you.

And for the real baby when it's born.

Where's Ben, Mr. Rock?

I didn't get a chance to see him. Well,
congratulate Miss Marshall. Mr. Saunders

and his new bride are staying on for an
extra week to enjoy a honeymoon.

And I assure you, Mr. Saunders chose the
queen based on his own honest opinion.

Without the likes of Doug.

Thank you, Mr. Rock. We've got to be
going.

Goodbye, sir. Thank you.

There aren't enough words to thank you,
Mr. Rock. There is no need.

You know your own mind now.

We're flying back to the mainland
together.

Yolanda will stay with us until the baby
is born.

Splendid. Splendid indeed.

Congratulations to all of you. Thank
you.

Muchas gracias. De nada.

Goodbye, Mr. Rock. Goodbye, ladies.
Thank you.