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[♪♪♪♪♪]

[BELL TOLLING]

The plane! The plane!

-Good morning, boss. -Good morning, Tattoo.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

Smiles, everyone! Smiles!

[BAND PLAYS]

TATTOO: Who is that nice looking man, boss?

ROARKE: Mr. John Cook, a very successful physical therapist

from St. Paul, Minnesota.

He's got a nice face, but his eyes look kind of sad.

That's very perceptive, Tattoo.

In fact, Mr. Cook is fighting courageously

to hold his life together right now.

You see, his wife of 39 years died only six months ago.

And he loved her very much right, boss?

Oh, yes, Tattoo. Mr. Cook loved his wife very deeply.

Yet out of his genuine consideration for other people,

he has never openly shown his grief.

So what's his fantasy?

His fantasy, Tattoo,

is to have one last dance with his wife.

But, boss, how can he?

You said that she was... that she was dead.

TATTOO: Who's that lady, boss? She looks shy.

Ms. Adele Anthony, a waitress from Des Moines, Iowa.

And you're right, Tattoo, she's not much of a socializer.

Ever since her parents died she has spent all her time

working to support her younger brothers and sisters.

She sounds nice. What's her fantasy?

Well, having served others all her life,

Ms. Anthony's fantasy is to spend a weekend

having others wait on her.

That's all? That's a simple fantasy.

MR. ROARKE: Yes. But I have a feeling

there is something else she wants from us.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

JOHN: Oh, I love my wife, Mr. Roarke.

Always will.

The years we had together were more than happy,

they were a gift, complete.

Except...

Except for what?

Well, there was one small thing left unfinished.

What's that?

Tomorrow night would've been our 40th wedding anniversary.

Funny how little things get started.

Now, every year she'd give me

a white rose bud for my lapel,

I'd give her an orchid corsage, and we'd go dancing.

She really fought to stay alive

for this anniversary, Mr. Roarke.

Our ruby anniversary.

But she didn't make it.

It was her final wish, and mine too,

to have this one last dance together.

Boss, we can do it, can't we?

Yes, Tattoo.

I can assure you, your fantasy will be fulfilled, Mr. Cook.

Tomorrow is the Fantasy Island annual Valentine ball.

That's right.

Plan to attend, Mr. Cook,

and you will have your last dance with your wife.

Tomorrow. At precisely midnight.

ADELE: My brothers and sisters

insisted upon giving me that fantasy, Mr. Roarke.

I guess they think they owe me something

for taking care of them all these years.

But they didn't know what a busy man you are, so...

I'll just come back later. Like in a year or two.

And disappoint your brothers and sisters?

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's just that I feel so... [SIGHS]

So weird about--

About being waited on by somebody else for a change?

There is something more to your fantasy,

isn't there? Hmm?

This is going to sound dumb, but...

I'd... [SCOFFS]

I'd kind of like...

-to be a queen. -A queen?

I mean, if it's not too much bother.

Oh, it's no bother at all.

Did you have any preference as to which country?

Well, I've always wondered what France would be like.

France. Splendid choice.

Tattoo, will you get my bow and the arrow next to it?

-Sure boss. -Thank you.

Ms. Anthony, will you come with me, please?

Ah, thank you, Tattoo.

That is a very special bow and arrow, Ms. Anthony.

Very rare, very unusual.

Oh, I used to take archery in high school.

Oh? Well, then do you think you could shoot the arrow

through that window over there?

Are you joking?

Oh, absolutely not. When you release the arrow...

your fantasy will begin.

Go ahead, trust us.

[CLEARS THROAT] I mean, trust the boss.

[ADELE SIGHS]

[SIGHS]

WOMAN: A bullseye!

You are truly in rare form today, Your Highness.

Soon all of France will be talking about

your marksmanship.

France? Did you say France?

Mr. Roarke did it.

I'm a real queen!

[CHUCKLES]

JOHN: My lord! That looks like Carol.

Carol?

Oh! Excuse me for staring.

For just a moment I thought you were someone else.

Oh, that's all right.

Well, they're beautiful, aren't they?

My name is John Cook.

-I'm Martha Wilson. -It's a pleasure, Mrs. Wilson.

[CHUCKLE] I've never seen so many varieties of flowers

growing in one place.

Fantasy Island is a botanical paradise.

I take it you're not a gardener.

Oh, no.

I was just cutting these for a flower arranging class

I'm attending.

-It's something to do. -Of course.

I hope I don't sound forward, but, huh,

if you're not doing anything for lunch...

I didn't mean to be pushy.

I'm just not used to dining alone yet.

My wife died six months ago.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

No reason to be.

We had many wonderful years together.

So did my husband and I.

Mrs. Wilson, I hope I haven't offended you.

I was just trying to be helpful.

Mrs. Wilson? I...

[APPLAUSE]

I don't believe it, Your Majesty.

[TRUMPETS FANFARE]

Oh, really, it's not that big a deal.

Oh, even the king will laugh at your jesting today, my lady.

ADELE: The king? My husband?

Uh... what do I call him?

Why, by his name, of course, Your Majesty. Louis.

Louis and, um,

what does he call me?

Why, by your name, of course, my lady.

-MAN: God save the king. -GROUP: God save the king!

ADELE: If that's my husband, God save me!

[LOUD SNEEZE]

Idiot! How dare you trip your king!

You could lose your head for that.

Help her up.

Louis: Come, my dear.

Hello, my dear.

I hope you don't mind.

I invited the Baroness LaRue to join us.

Your Highness. I'm sorry we're late.

But Louis is... so entertaining.

[GIGGLING]

Yes, yes. Well,

I am rather tired this morning. Let's have some refreshments.

You weren't tired 30 minutes ago, my lord.

I was something of an animal, wasn't I?

Indeed.

But sneaking in and out of royal chambers

is beginning to bore me.

Louis, darling, wouldn't it be easier

if the queen simply met with a little accident?

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

[CROWD GASPING]

[SCREAMS]

Sound the alarm! [RUMBLING]

I want whoever is responsible for this

to be found and beheaded!

Wait a minute.

-What's going on? -Another warning

from the peasants that a revolution is at hand.

A revolution?

We must leave, Your Highness.

[INDISTINCT YELLING]

MAN: Wait for me!

MARTHA: John, 'd like to apologize

for running off earlier today.

Oh, I should never have come here.

-It was a terrible mistake. -Why?

Well, my friends arranged it for me to cheer me up.

But they're couples, married.

They don't understand what it's like to...

To lose someone you've lived with all your life.

I'm sure they were just trying to help.

How can they help?

They don't know what it's like to wake up alone,

face another empty day, all by yourself.

Believe me, Martha, I know what it's like.

But look around, everything is so lush and alive.

You can find a lot of solace in beauty and in friendship.

You're very kind.

Sorry I turned you down for lunch.

But I'm free for dinner.

If I should go home now, my friends would be crushed.

I've just got to stick it out for the weekend.

[SIGHS] I don't think I can do it alone.

We'll just stick it out together, all right?

[CLAMORING]

MAN 1: We're starving to death!

WOMAN 1: Listen to us, we want food!

WOMAN 2: Our children are hungry!

[MUFFLED CLAMORING]

MAN 2: I'm tired of going hungry!

-WOMAN 3: We want food! -MAN 3: Give us food!

-MAN 4: We have to eat! -WOMAN 4: Listen to us!

MAN 5: Give us something to eat!

WOMAN 5: We're not going to take it anymore!

MAN 6: Food! Food! Give us food!

[CLAMORING CONTINUES]

MAN 7: Why should the king eat while we starve?

How can I eat in such a din?

It's dinner time.

Why don't those people go home and eat?

Perhaps, Your Majesty, because they have nothing to eat.

Oh.

Well.

Pass the pheasant please.

Louis, please, those poor people are starving

and we have so much.

Isn't there something we can do?

Louis: Of course.

We shall do as we have always done, my dear.

Ignore them.

[SNICKERS]

[LAUGHING]

[TAPPING GOBLET]

Ladies, gentlemen,

I'm more used to taking orders than giving them, but...

there's a first time for everything. So...

I hereby decree...

that we pass food out to the people on the streets.

And if there's not enough hot food,

well, then I say we also let them eat the cakes

we were going to have for dessert.

Agreed?

A toast!

To the queen for her most charitable thought.

To the queen.

ALL: Hear hear.

Quickly, do as I say.

Tell your guards to announce to the rabble outside

exactly what the queen said. But...

only the last thing she said.

And do not let one crumb of food

pass through their mouths.

[SNAPS FINGERS]

And do it quickly!

Just what the devil are you up to now?

My spies tell me that a revolution is sure

to break out any day now. And when it does...

you, among others, will be sure to lose your head.

Unless we set someone else up to take the blame

-for the ills of society. -Precisely.

Let the queen's magnanimous gesture

be announced throughout the land.

From now on she shall be known for her words...

"Let them eat cake."

Let them eat cake?

Where have I heard that before?

I get it.

When starving peasants hear what the queen has said,

they'll...

they'll hate her.

[CHUCKLING]

The people of France

are starving to death and you tell them to eat cake?

Do none of my subjects respect my privacy?

-Take him to the dungeon! -[GLASS SHATTERING]

We will have our revenge on you, Marie Antoinette.

Marie Antoinette? The French Revolution?

She was...

beheaded!

[PIANO PLAYING]

[LAUGHING]

Just listen to me. You actually made me laugh.

Oh, it was a wise old doctor who said that

"laughter is the best medicine."

I'd forgotten how wonderful it is

just to sit and talk with someone.

We all should get out more and be with people.

My friends back home are well-intentioned,

but it only makes me feel lonelier.

They treat me like a...

-tragic heroine in some opera. -Hmm.

-I never was a fan of the opera. -[MARTHA CHUCKLES]

How about a night cap?

Why not?

[PIANIST BEGINS NEXT SONG]

I'm sorry, I have to get out of here.

Wait.

Martha?

Martha, couldn't we talk about it?

It was that song.

Frank had the orchestra play it for me on my honeymoon.

John, I think we should call it a night.

Well, I'm not going to let you be alone.

Not just yet.

I'll be all right.

Thanks for understanding.

Wait. Are you sure you're going to be okay?

Don't, John. Don't, don't, don't.

[STUTTERING] Just please leave.

All right. But I'll see you in the morning.

No. No, we're behaving like children.

I should... I should never have let do you that.

Oh, Martha, we were both caught up in the moment.

Just two lonely people who needed each other.

But don't you understand? When I kissed you just now,

I was kissing Frank.

Were you?

I don't want to live without my husband,

don't you understand?

I don't want to see you again.

I understand your name is Francois?

Your Majesty.

Why have you come here? To gloat? Go ahead.

Because the people of France will have the last laugh

when you and everyone else in the monarchy are dead.

-We have endured-- -Francois, Francois,

I'm on your side. And to prove it...

There, you're a free man.

-What sort of trick is this? -None.

And what's more, I've talked the king

into drawing up a long list of social reforms.

But I don't understand.

Why?

Well...

let's just say if I don't do something,

I'm liable to end up missing a vital part of my body.

And it's a long story, but...

I'm rather a fan of democracy myself.

If only I could believe you.

Just wait five minutes and get out of here.

I'll send the guards away.

Take the corridor to the left.

The door leading to the street is open.

And be careful.

Carol?

ROARKE: Mr. Cook, you're up very early.

Oh...

As a matter of fact, Mr. Roarke, I didn't sleep at all.

-Is something wrong? -No, nothing. I'm fine.

Beautiful morning, don't you think?

Have you ever stopped to think

that one of the reasons you are so successful

in helping your patients to heal

is because you listen so carefully

to their inner feelings?

I suppose that may be true. But, uh...

And how are you going to heal yourself,

if you never share your sorrow

with someone who is willing to listen?

People want to be cheered up, Mr. Roarke, not burdened.

Is that true? Or is it that you know only how to give help,

and have yet to learn how to receive it?

It's time for you to start thinking of yourself.

[CLAMORING]

Believe me, Louis, you're doing the right thing.

That mob outside means business, with a capital "B".

What?

Ah... They're not jesting.

I'm sure they're not.

Now, since you pressed so hard for these reforms,

the honor of signing them shall be yours.

Oh?

Lovely. [CHUCKLES] Lovely.

And here.

One more.

-Perfect. -[SIGHS] Oh, what a relief.

Believe me, Louis, you won't regret this.

-Oh, I'm sure I won't. -[SIGHS]

Now it's getting late, my dear.

You must get some sleep. Don't wait up for me.

Well, did she sign it?

Reforms.

How distasteful.

She signed the letter without suspecting a thing.

[GASPS]

This will prove to the rabble outside

that Marie alone is responsible for their well-deserved misery.

-I'm sure you'll find a way... -[READING QUIETLY]

...for it to accidentally fall into their hands?

Oh, indeed, my Liege.

And, uh, once we appease them by giving them Marie's head,

[INHALES] I will be queen.

-[CONTINUES READING] -You are...

irresistible when you are devious.

Uh, good morning.

-You're not leaving? -Yes, uh, John, I am.

-I was up all night thinking-- -I, uh...

I'm sorry I said what I did.

I was just so afraid, and I...

I felt so awkward.

I did too.

I haven't dated since I was in my 20's.

I'm pretty rusty.

When you've lived with one person all your life,

as you know, it's hard to let go of old habits.

Well, I'm afraid it's impossible.

It wouldn’t hurt to try it.

Are you playing cupid, Tattoo?

[CHUCKLES] Why not?

Perhaps I will stay.

[GASPS] You won't regret it.

[WHISTLES] Bring them back!

I'm feeling awkward again.

How do we begin?

Just by being friends.

And taking the day as it comes.

Mr. Roarke mentioned something about, uh...

a dance tonight.

A Fantasy Island Valentine's Ball.

Would it be too forward of me to ask you to be my escort?

ROARKE: You will have your dance with your wife

at precisely midnight.

Oh, I'm sorry. I... That was insensitive.

No, no. It was flattering.

-I'd be honored, Martha. -[CHUCKLES]

[CLAMORING]

[SCREAMING]

[MAN SPEAKING FRENCH]

Marie Antoinette,

I warned you that someday France would discover

your gross abuse of power.

I have no recourse but to arrest you

for crimes committed against the people

and their beloved king.

Seize her!

She will be guillotined tomorrow at dawn.

No.

No, it's not true. The king is lying.

You're making a terrible mistake.

How was I?

Perfect.

[GIGGLING]

[SOBBING] Oh, Carol...

you are going to be here tonight.

What shall I do about Martha?

Mrs. Wilson's bungalow please.

[RINGING]

-Hello? -JOHN: Martha,

it's John. I, uh...

John, how sweet of you to call.

Now, don't worry if you're late. [CHUCKLES]

I bought a new gown for tonight.

I haven't been shopping since...

Well, for a long time.

I hope you like it.

Ah... I'm sure I will.

Actually, I... I just called to, uh...

Uh, to... to see what kind of flowers you like.

[CHUCKLES] Gardenias.

They've always been my favorite flower.

All right.

I'll see you at 9:00.

[DRUMMING AND CLAMORING]

[DISTANT APPLAUSE]

Mourning is so boring.

I hate black.

Just make it a simple arm band.

-[DOOR OPENING] -Francois?

Hello, my queen.

-[DOOR CLOSES] -Or should I say goodbye?

Because very shortly

France is going to have a new queen.

Me. [CHUCKLES]

Oh, I see.

You and Louis cooked up this little conspiracy together.

Louis? Ha! Don't be ridiculous.

I thought up the whole scheme myself.

Let's not waste time. I've come for your crown.

Give it to me.

And the necklace.

You can have it.

Actually, I've always thought it was rather tacky myself.

Your jewelry is the only thing

I've ever really liked about you.

[DOOR OPENS]

Quickly. Everything is set for your escape.

[GASPS]

You plan to escape?

Guards!

We've taken care of the guards.

She dropped in to relieve me of my crown. What now?

There's no time to waste. We'll have to take her with us.

-Madame. -Don't touch me.

-Your Majesty? -Louis: Yes?

The queen has escaped from the dungeon.

What?

Well do something!

Sound the alarm! Fool! Idiot!

The king's men are right behind us.

Of course they are. You'll never get away with this.

You're nothing but common riffraff.

Lady, put a sock on it. Now!

Halt!

You'll pay for this.

Is this my regular horse?

Halt! Slower!

The guards are gaining on us. Go faster!

Halt!

Halt for your king, I say.

[RESOUNDING] Halt!

No, wait, they're turning around.

I don't see the king anymore.

Stupid oaf!

If we don't hurry, my liege, we'll lose them.

[PANTING] If we hurry, we'll lose me.

[JANGLING]

There she is.

Seize her!

[GROANS]

Seize the queen.

Oh, shut up, you lace-brained buffoon.

It's me.

The real queen is probably halfway to Spain by now.

But the people are demanding for her head.

And if I don't deliver it, they'll want my head.

You understand, darling?

Well, do as I say! Seize her! Arrest the queen!

-Are you out of your mind? -Well, after all,

I am the king.

Look, she wears the royal crown and the necklace, does she not?

Well, do as I say! Arrest her.

I have a better idea, Your Majesty.

[HORSE SNORTING]

We'll arrest you both.

[GASPS]

And then let the people of France

decide what do with you.

Let the people of France decide?

That's pos- positively barbaric.

Darling, sweetheart, help me talk them out of this.

-Louis, put a sock on it. -[HORSE NEIGHING]

S-- Sock?

I don't understand.

If you're not the queen, who are you?

Oh, Francois, never mind that.

Let's... Let's just spend

the few minutes we have left on...

important things.

The driver will take you someplace safe.

But since the revolution's begun,

I have to go back. [SIGHS]

I have this terrible feeling

we'll never see each other again.

I believe you may be right, Francois.

I'll never forget you.

It's impossible to forget anything

or anyone truly...

[BREATHES DEEPLY] extraordinary.

Well done, Ms. Anthony.

Not only were you treated like a queen...

you behaved like one.

[LOUNGE MUSIC PLAYING.]

Ah, good evening. Yes, uh, table eight, please.

Your friends are waiting for you.

-Mrs. Wilson, Mr. Cook. -Good evening.

-Good evening. -You look beautiful.

Well, thank you, Tattoo.

Ah, Tattoo, will you show Mr. Cook

to table four, please.

That is if I may ask Mrs. Wilson to dance with me.

-Oh? All right. -I'll wait for you at the table.

Please follow me.

-Have a good time, Mr. Cook. -Thank you.

I am glad you decided to stay with us

until the weekend is over, Mrs. Wilson.

So am I, Mr. Roarke.

I feel hopeful for the first time

in a long while.

I never thought I'd ever meet anyone who--

Who could make you feel happy and complete again?

Yes.

[TICKING]

It's been a wonderful evening.

[SIGHING] I wish this weekend would never end.

-[APPLAUSE] -You know,

I need someone like you in my life, John.

I mean, uh... [CHUCKLES]

someone with whom I can look forward to tomorrow.

I'll show you to your bungalow.

All right.

Oh, I forgot my purse.

-I'll get it. -No, no, no, I'll get it.

You just wait. I'll be right back.

Boss, I'm going to say good night to Mrs. Wilson.

By all means.

I wanted to say good night, Mrs. Wilson.

Thank you, Tattoo.

[TICKING]

WOMAN: [ECHOING] John?

John?

John?

John?

John.

John.

Carol... my darling.

Happy anniversary, John.

[WALTZ COMMENCES]

This is our dance.

I love you, Carol, and I always will.

I know.

It was the strength of your love that brought me here.

But why are you looking so unhappy?

Because of Martha?

Martha?

Oh, yes.

She's a lovely person.

You know, you always had such exuberance for life.

That's what made me so happy

all those years we spent together.

I think it would be a shame to lose that gift, hmm?

What are you saying?

Oh, John, if it had been you,

wouldn't you want me to go on living, being happy?

-Oh, yes, of course. I-- -You see, darling,

I want the same thing for you.

Until yesterday, Martha had lost all hope, joy...

But you're giving that back to her,

giving her a reason to live again.

She needs you.

You need her.

Go to her.

You and I can wait until... later.

But I love you. I love you, Carol.

Always. Always.

I love you too, forever.

Be happy.

Goodbye, my darling.

Your fantasy is over, Mr. Cook.

[TICKING RESUMES]

-Are you ready? -Yes.

[CHUCKLES] Oh, yes, I'm ready, Martha.

Boss, Mrs. Wilson is very happy.

-I'm very glad. -But you know, it's a shame

that Mr. Cook didn't get his fantasy

to dance with his wife.

Yes.

Mr. Roarke, Tattoo.

I want to thank you for everything.

When I came here it was under protest.

I didn't even have a fantasy,

but I had one fulfilled anyway.

We both did.

I think we might even be married

when we get back to the mainland.

We'll let you know if we do.

I'm so glad everything went so well.

[LAUGHS] Thank you both again.

-Thank you. Goodbye. Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

-Goodbye Mrs. Wilson. -Goodbye, Tattoo.

[CAR APPROACHING]

Well, things looked kind of shaky there

for while, Mr. Roarke, but...

I think you have a satisfied customer, after all.

How did it go?

Would you believe it? I met a man in my fantasy

who said I was extraordinary.

Me. A waitress from Des Moines.

That doesn't surprise me at all, Ms. Anthony.

I've been selling myself short my entire life, Mr. Roarke.

I want to thank you for making me see that.

From now on the people I meet... [SIGHS]

they're in for a real treat.

-Goodbye. -Goodbye, Ms. Anthony.

-Bye, Tattoo. Oh, thank you. -Goodbye.

[HORN HONKING]

Unhook it.

Well, Mr. Willaker, did you enjoy your fantasy?

Oh, you mean, did I enjoy being king,

wearing those funny clothes,

and being walked all over by a baroness,

and almost having my head chopped off?

Oh, yeah, I loved it.

You being Louis the 16th was my idea.

Yeah, I kind of thought so.

Listen, Mr. Roarke, next time, please, don't pay me off

with a fantasy for my services. How about cold hard cash?

By all means, Mr. Willaker.

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