All language subtitles for Fantasy.Island.1977.S07E17.Awakening.of.Love-Imposter.480p.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-squalor_track3_[eng]

(BELL TOLLING)

Good morning, Mr. Roarke.

Good morning, Lawrence.

(LAUGHTER)

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

(TROPICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

MR. ROARKE: Ah, Miss Wendy Collins.

LAWRENCE: She's the famous model, isn't she?

Yes, Lawrence, but unfortunately,

her beauty is no defense against paradox.

Miss Collins may appear to be the love God's gift to men,

but the fact is,

an emotional problem has left her frigid.

What an incalculable waste.

No one is more aware of that than Miss Collins.

That's why her fantasy is to know love and its passions

without guilt or inhibitions.

LAWRENCE: Sir, I had no idea.

Arthur Crane.

He's one of the space shuttle astronauts.

The man's a national hero.

-The man is a plumbing salesman. -What?

Yes, he was only posing as an astronaut.

One of the many roles he compulsively assumes.

LAWRENCE: A professional fraud? But he was so convincing.

MR. ROARKE: Well, that's part of the problem.

You see, the young lady with him is his fiancee,

Miss Joanne Fields.

And if Mr. Crane persists in his masquerades,

it could be disastrous for the relationship.

What is his fantasy, sir?

MR. ROARKE: Mr. Crane's fantasy is to be freed forever

of his compulsion to be the great imposter.

The final choice will be his...

A matter of kill or cure.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

(LAUGHTER)

WENDY: I sure wish I could understand

some of the dumb things I've been doing lately.

For instance, coming here to straighten out my love life.

It's not as if I don't have all kinds of guys hitting on me.

Really, Madame? Hitting you?

MR. ROARKE: Hitting on, Lawrence.

It's a slang term for display of sexual interest.

Now, holding on to any of those guys,

that's the problem, isn't it, Miss Collins?

Well, Mr. Roarke,

I was never very interested in permanent relationships...

That is, until Jeff Barclay came into my life.

And then I panicked.

I said all kinds of lousy things to him and I drove him away.

Thank you, Lawrence.

When we first talked, you mentioned psychiatry.

Sure, there are shrinks out there, sailing yachts

that were paid for by my office visits.

If the past is prolonged, Miss Collins,

then airing old wounds

might help us better understand the present problem.

There's only one thing you need to understand, Mr. Roarke.

A man fell in love with me,

a wonderful, terrific man, and I...

I need your help to learn how to...

To love him back.

Is that too much to ask?

When you see Mr. Barclay, that's a question

that must be answered between the two of you.

You mean Jeff's here?

As part of your fantasy, I've made special arrangements

with Dream Vacations magazine,

you know, to do a layout of the island for its next issue,

and for Mr. Barclay to photograph it.

And it would certainly upgrade

the layout's importance considerably

if a model of Miss Collins' renown were to be involved,

wouldn't it, sir?

Now, why didn't I think of that, Lawrence?

It's an excellent idea, isn't it?

Sure, it's terrific.

I just wonder how Jeff's going to react.

Why don't you join me at the Twin Falls,

which you will find if you follow that lane over there,

in half an hour, and we'll find out, hmm?

Okay.

That's it.

Devastating, indeed.

Mr. Roarke?

Ah, Mr. Crane.

I hope I'm not disturbing anything.

Not at all, please come on up.

Lawrence.

I don't recognize you, sir, without your space helmet.

Oh, you saw me on TV?

Oh, yes, as the astronaut,

and in certain newspapers and magazines

as an artist, author, a rock star.

I really had fun with that one.

Oh, I can imagine.

I only wish Joanne saw things the way I do.

Every time I'm somebody else,

it just drives her up a wall.

Well, it does indicate a certain psychological imbalance.

When one feels insecure about himself,

it's not uncommon to assume other personalities,

ones which he considers more deserving of esteem, respect.

Yes, that was me, until I met Joanne,

and she made me feel good about myself.

But I still keep doing it.

-I can't help it. -Yes...

Yes, well, I believe we may be able to help you.

Lawrence, for the next two days

I am entrusting Mr. Crane to your care.

-Me, sir? -Yes.

During Mr. Crane's stay here,

you are to be at his side whenever possible,

and if you see him becoming one of his fictional personalities,

your task will be to stop him.

Two days of just being me?

Yes, I am quite confident you'll get through it.

Thank you.

You're very welcome, Mr. Crane.

He may get through it, sir, but will I?

(SIGHING)

Checkmate.

JEFF: Ah, Mr. Roarke,

well, after we finish this fantasy,

we do a Japanese setup and then a wedding fantasy.

What do you think?

Well, in order not to disappoint the people

who see your pictures, Mr. Barclay,

I think that I had better do as well with my fantasies

as you seem to be doing with yours.

Okay, Jeff.

That's about as close to paradise as we're going to get.

That's my girl. Excuse us.

JEFF: Okay, Pete, remember, this is every man's fantasy.

Here we go.

All right, give me the, uh, give me the 24.

Thank you.

Okay, kid, show me the magic.

Hit me those drums.

(DRUMS PLAYING)

That's nice, very nice, very nice.

Good.

Oh, that's cute.

Delighted fantasy.

Put the hat on her. That's nice, yeah, that's good.

Good! Terrific! That's it.

Thank you very much. Here you go, Chris.

-Carla! -Yeah.

Okay, that's it for Pete.

Let's get a setup as a woman's fantasy.

Okay, let's go, girls. Get off those rocks.

Come on, we got another set-up.

Be careful when you move it.

Yeah, but be careful, we don't want to lose the sun.

Let's go, let's move those sweet, little legs.

Come on, make like little bunnies, let's go, go, go.

Hello, Jeff.

What are you doing here?

I work for a living, remember?

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Barclay.

I should have mentioned that Miss Collins

has generously consented to be one of our models.

What's the matter, you haven't dumped on me enough?

Want to see if I have any more feelings left to kick around?

Come on, Jeff,

at least we can be civil with each other, can't we?

Oh, listen to her, the expert on human relations.

Look, are you really going to stick around

and foul this job up for me?

Just who in the hell do you think you are, Jeff?

You know, you're only the photographer.

Not anymore I'm not.

Mr. Roarke, you want her? Fine.

You shoot the layout, I quit.

Well, looks like this is one fantasy that's over

even before it's had a chance to begin.

Not quite over, Miss Collins.

JOANNE: I just wish we could have come here sooner.

All those years.

This is the beginning of a great life for us.

(MAN ARGUING)

...that your hair is too blonde, so I don't know what to do.

What can I do? I'm trying my best.

WOMAN: I'm sick of your excuses, Marty.

You'd think by now I would have met

at least one Hollywood producer.

(ECHOING) You'd think by now I would have met

at least one Hollywood producer...

Lori, if you don't like the way I'm handling your career,

you can just...

Just find yourself another agent.

Arthur, what's the matter?

You've got that funny look again.

Arthur, no, please.

Excuse me.

I'm Arthur Crane.

Perhaps you've heard of me.

I don't think so.

Crane Productions, Hollywood, California.

May I?

I'm on a worldwide talent search for my next mini-series,

and I... There's a part in there

that I think you might just be right for.

Yeah? What kind of series?

ARTHUR: The Return of Scarlett O'Hara.

You'd be sensational.

As what?

As Scarlett O'Hara, of course.

(WHISPERING) Really, sir.

Uh, allow me to introduce my partner.

This is Larry F. Selznick,

-one of the giants of our industry. -Sir!

Larry, get our private jet ready for take-off, please.

We're flying back to Hollywood tonight.

Sir, you must tell this young lady the truth.

Mr. Roarke insists.

-I... -Mr. Roarke insists.

Okay.

I'm not a Hollywood producer.

I sell plumbing.

You what?

Plumbing.

I'm a plumbing salesman.

Excuse me.

The gentleman has problems, Madam.

But if you'll accept our apologies.

You know, it's not such a bad idea.

What?

The Return of Scarlett O'Hara.

I've got to talk to my agent.

He moveth in mysterious ways.

Mr. Roarke, have you cancelled

my plane reservation to the mainland?

Yes, Mr. Barclay.

I'm sorry if it's inconvenienced you,

but this situation between you and Miss Collins

puts me in a very awkward position.

Why should my problem with Wendy put your nose out of joint?

Because Mr. Roarke went to a great deal of trouble

to get your magazine to do a piece on Fantasy Island.

Yes. Why should we lose the publicity

merely because a photographer

has a disagreement with one of his models?

You bought her here.

She's not one of my models.

Oh, well, then the solution I have in mind

should satisfy both of us.

I'll simply call your publisher and tell him

it's the model who's expendable,

not the photographer, all right?

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

I don't want to be responsible for getting Wendy fired.

Then, as they say, sir,

you'd better get your act together.

Quite right, Lawrence.

You gave me the impression the lady meant nothing to you.

-She doesn't. -Oh?

-(SIGHING) She does. -Ah.

Now that's the trouble.

She's got my head all screwed up.

Being around her drives me crazy.

Look, didn't Wendy tell you about us?

Only that, uh, you were once very close.

Look, Mr. Roarke,

Wendy and I are both professionals,

so let's just leave things the way they are.

She does her job and I do mine, okay?

It does seem the professional way, doesn't it?

(SIGHS)

My congratulations, sir.

The way you contrived to keep Miss Collins' fantasy alive

by hoodwinking that young man into staying on the island...

A brilliant stroke.

Perhaps, Lawrence.

But I don't think Cupid is, um, quite zeroed in

on the right target just yet.

I'm sorry.

I saw the actress and something came over me.

I was that guy.

You mean you really believed you were a Hollywood producer?

Yes, yes.

It'll never happen again, I swear it.

Where have I heard that before?

WAITER: But Madam...

Don't Madam me!

I ordered squab, this is not squab.

I demand to see the manager.

(ECHOING) I demand to see the manager...

Oh, no, that look again.

Mr. Crane, Mr. Crane, come back.

Madam, allow me to apologize.

Well, who are you?

I am Mr. Roarke, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

He say what I think I heard him say?

Madam, as the proprietor of this establishment,

let me assure you that your complete satisfaction

is our only concern.

Excuse me, sir.

-An urgent message... -Lawrence...

I'm very disappointed in you.

How could you have allowed this to happen?

I, sir?

The message, I must insist...

Madam, let me assure you that this will not happen again.

And as a small gesture of apology,

feel free to order anything you wish

for you and your guest...

-Sir. -With our compliments.

Sir!

And as for you, Lawrence,

remove this duck immediately.

I am not a busboy.

My dear follow, you may be in the very near future.

(DRUMS PLAYING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

Okay, folks, that's it, take five.

Jeff!

Allow me.

Jeff won't even speak to me.

Well, he'll be at the party I'm giving

for the company tonight.

Perhaps he'll feel more convivial then.

WENDY: Come on, Mr. Roarke.

Don't patronize me.

I feel ridiculous enough as it is.

I mean, look at me.

Yes, I must agree with your many admirers.

You have, as they say,

got it all together, in the right places.

Sure, I make a thousand dollars an hour selling sex appeal.

The only trouble is when I want to give it away, I can't.

A psychological block stemming

from your own home life as a child, perhaps?

Home life for me was like living in the middle of a battlefield.

While I was growing up, ever since I can remember,

I can't recall a time when my mother and father

weren't in the middle of some kind of war,

all the while telling each other how much they loved each other.

Imagine that, Mr. Roarke,

calling their ugly violence love.

So, in your very young and impressionable mind,

the true meaning of love, marriage, became twisted.

Well, I figured if that's what it was like

I was never going to trust my life to any man, ever.

Is that the whole picture, Miss Collins?

I mean, you seem to understand the basis of your problem,

but you haven't been able to cure it.

I loved my mother and father very much.

Only I hated them for what they were doing to each other,

and what they were doing to me.

By the time I was 14

I figured the only way out was to kill myself,

and then I met someone,

and we became friends...

More than friends.

-You mean intimate? -Yes.

I'm not going to apologize for it.

I mean, in a way, it saved me.

I needed someone who understood what I was going through,

who would make me believe

that love wasn't just some cruel joke.

This relationship...

was it with a boy your own age?

No.

No, it wasn't with a boy at all.

It was with a woman.

I don't want to talk about it anymore, Arthur,

or should I say, Mr. Roarke.

As if embarrassing me wasn't bad enough,

but the way you treated Lawrence was just...

Look, now, I feel rotten about that

and I'm going to apologize to him when I see him.

-Where'd he go, anyway? -I don't know.

Maybe he's given up on you too.

(WOMAN SHOUTING)

(GROANING) Oh, my ankle!

I twisted it.

Maybe she needs a doctor.

(WOMAN GROANING)

(ECHOING) Maybe she needs a doctor.

Arthur, no...

No!

I'm warning you,

if you do what I think you're going to do,

it is over between us.

It is over between us.

I mean it.

All right, move aside, please, give her room.

I'm a doctor.

Where does it hurt, my dear?

WOMAN: Right here.

ARTHUR: Right in here, yes.

You took a bad fall.

Yeah, it's a fractured tibia, most likely.

-But it's feeling better. -Nonsense.

We'll need X-rays.

Give me some help here, fellas.

Let's get her to the hospital.

Mr. Crane, I'd like a word with you, if you don't mind.

No time, this girl needs immediate medical attention.

Mr. Crane, I insist.

Mr. Crane!

That's Dr. Crane.

LAWRENCE: Dr. Crane?

It's... it's intolerable.

What are you going to do about it, sir?

Bring it to an end, Lawrence...

In a very special way.

Now, if there are any other patients

to whom I might be of some use, feel free to let me know.

Oh, Mr. Roarke, I...

I'm sorry, I... I... I couldn't help it.

I understand, Dr. Crane.

Doctor?

Mr. Roarke, you don't have to humor me.

(CHUCKLING) I'm okay now.

There is someone I'd like you to see, doctor,

one of our patients, a very serious case.

Very serious.

Come on.

I'm not a doctor.

I think you'll find this case

well worth your while.

In fact, it should prove very...

-Enlightening to you. -What do you mean, "enlightening"?

I mean professionally speaking, Dr. Crane.

(LOUNGE MUSIC PLAYING)

I know you got a bum deal,

and that I hurt you very badly that night,

but can't we at least talk?

"That night," as you call it,

was the last of a lot of nights you put the freeze on me.

Okay, look, Jeff, I don't want to start a fight.

We were supposed to be in love, remember?

Love is something that's very hard for me.

You shut me out one night too many.

And I'm not going to stand here

and let you make a fool out of me again.

Don't talk like that.

Hey, hey, this is a party, not a divorce court.

How about a dance, sugar?

Thanks, Pete, but I really don't need rescuing.

Could have fooled me.

What about a party? You and me, my place.

Jeff...

"Jeff" what?

What, do you think I'm going to challenge him to a duel, huh?

Oh, Wendy.

Well, thanks a lot.

Wendy, are you two going at it again?

What am I going to do, Carla?

Come on, let's go over to my place and get smashed.

CARLA: Try this.

It won't help.

Nothing's going to help with that attitude.

Come on. Jeff's a hell of a catch.

In fact, I wouldn't mind landing him myself,

so if you're going to beat me out,

you better start turning on some charm.

Who says I even care anymore?

CARLA: That's fatigue talking.

Do you realize how many of us lose our guys

because we're too tired to keep up the battle of the sexes?

Here.

We've got to get you back into shape.

Don't! Stop.

What's the matter?

I better go.

What is it with you?

Every time I try to be your friend, you shoot me down.

I'm sorry, Carla.

It's not your fault.

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

ARTHUR: Mr. Roarke, hospitals make me nervous.

Ah, here we are.

This is the patient I was telling you about, Dr. Crane.

He's in a coma.

ARTHUR: What happened to him?

He suffered a cerebral aneurysm.

Most likely it will require surgery to save his life.

-Oh, that's rough. -Mmm-hmm.

ARTHUR: Who is he?

MR. ROARKE: Our information is rather conflicting, Dr. Crane.

Some people say he's an astronaut.

Others think he is a Hollywood producer.

Perhaps you can tell me who he really is.

(GASPING) That's me.

Well, whoever he is,

this man is at the threshold of life and death,

and if surgery is required,

there's only one person who could possibly save him.

You, Dr. Crane.

JEFF: Good.

Now for our Japanese fantasy.

Ah, Mr. Roarke.

MR. ROARKE: This is very nice.

-Very nice indeed. -JEFF: Thank you.

I see Miss Collins isn't with us this morning, is she?

Isn't she?

Carla, let me see one of the wigs.

Mr. Barclay, for a man who wants to appear indifferent,

I'm afraid you carry a little too much heart on your sleeve.

Okay, maybe something of what we had

is still left crawling around inside me.

Has it occurred to you that Miss Collins' act of rejection

may be a psychological defense

against some trauma that still haunts her?

Okay, fine.

I can understand she's got some kind of hang-up,

but why make me the heavy?

Okay, Carla, let's get this shot

or we'll never get to the wedding fantasy.

Yeah, here, Eddie figured

-you'd probably want to start with a 50. -Good.

Excuse me.

Oh, that's nice, that's very nice.

Come on, Pete, it's cherry blossom time.

LAWRENCE: ♪ My object all sublime

♪ I shall achieve in time

♪ To let the punishment fit the crime

♪ The punishment fit the crime

♪ And make each prisoner pent

♪ Unwillingly represent

♪ A source of innocent merriment

♪ Of innocent merriment ♪

(APPLAUSE)

Spectacular, isn't it, sir?

Striking, Lawrence.

-You make a most impressive Mikado. -Indeed.

When the secret got out that I once performed this role

with an amateur operatic society,

Mr. Barclay immediately pressed me to service.

It's always been a mystery to me how such secrets become known.

Oh, talent will out, sir.

(WHISPERING) Hey...

Can you hear me?

(MONITORS BEEPING)

Who are you?

I mean... I mean, really, who are you?

Who are you?

(DOOR OPENING)

I'm afraid it doesn't look good, Dr. Crane.

The preliminary results indicate

the patient's condition is deteriorating.

If our fears are confirmed,

he will definitely need an operation.

When you do something, you really do it right.

Where'd you get this guy? Come on.

Central casting?

Look-A-Likes Anonymous, huh?

(LAUGHING)

What do you want from me?

An apology? Okay, I'm sorry.

Now, the joke is over, okay?

There's really nothing funny in a man dying, is there?

You never give up, do you?

You actually want me to...

To operate on this guy?

There may be no alternative.

I'll show you an alternative.

Stop playing your sick games!

How's that for an alternative?

You want me to believe this guy is me?

He isn't me.

He can't be me.

Look, I'll prove it.

You see this birthmark?

That's my birthmark.

Now, there's no way this phony me is going to have that.

My...

Ah, the final test results.

Thank you, nurse.

Just as I feared.

Rapidly increasing intracranial pressure.

What does that mean?

It means, doctor, that an operation is imperative

and only you can perform it.

I can't operate on myself.

Are you crazy?

Ah, but would you be?

Are you sure this man is really you?

I can't believe this is happening to me.

MR. ROARKE: There is a saying.

"Beware, lest you lose the substance

"by grasping at the shadow."

You have been so many personalities,

perhaps it's no longer possible for you

to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Is he Arthur Crane?

Or are you?

Perhaps it's neither of you.

What?

Perhaps the real Arthur Crane is an astronaut,

or an artist, a judge.

Your surgical team is being assembled now.

They'll be ready for you shortly.

ARTHUR: Wait a minute!

I have never been in an operating room.

I don't know anything about brain surgery.

I can't do it.

Then this man will die, doctor.

I'm not a doctor!

I'm... I'm not a...

-I'm... I'm not. -What?

You're not real?

Perhaps you are not.

But, my friend, if that's true,

and if this man dies,

then all that will be left is...

Nothing.

I'll meet you in surgery, doctor,

at, uh, 4:00.

Nice of you to join us.

Do you like it?

Yeah.

It's what I really call a fantasy.

Carla, have makeup touch her up a little bit right here.

Something borrowed, and you look like something blue.

Pete... Pete, what are you doing over here?

About last night, Carla, I really do want to be friends.

Get over there and do what you get overpaid to do, okay?

Hey, just because your lady wised up and dumped you,

don't take it out on us.

I'll call for the medics.

Jeff, Jeff, are you all right?

Jeff, Jeff, say something.

Say something.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Mr. Roarke?

Ah, Miss Collins, please come in.

Come in.

Please have a seat, won't you?

Uh, if you've come about Mr. Barclay,

I am told he sustained a minor bruise when he fell,

but he's quite all right now.

Good.

I guess I can go home now.

You don't strike me as a person who gives up this easily.

Come on, Mr. Roarke.

When the ship is sinking, you get out and swim.

Whatever Jeff and I did have between us, it's over now.

You know, that's what puzzles me.

How something can be over that never began.

I appreciate everything you've tried to do.

I have some packing to do, if you'll excuse me.

Miss Collins,

why don't you start being honest with yourself, huh?

Well, I try to be.

Unfortunately, we often deceive ourselves without realizing

that we are being guilty of self-deception.

-About what? -Trust.

Both you and Mr. Barclay speak about

the lack of trust you have in his love for you.

I think I told you why.

Yes, but I think you misinterpreted

the effects of your childhood experiences.

I believe this lack of trust

has nothing to do with Mr. Barclay.

The only person you don't trust

to have a true and loving relationship,

with any man, is you.

But, Mr. Roarke, are you saying that I'm...

That I prefer women?

Mr. Roarke, I love Jeff.

I love Jeff very much.

Then in all fairness, don't you think

you should tell Mr. Barclay exactly what it is

that is holding you back from marrying him?

Mr. Roarke.

What are you doing here, Dr. Crane?

Your surgical team is preparing for the operation.

If I do that operation, he... Me...

Doesn't have a chance.

Quite the contrary.

If you don't do it, neither of you have a chance.

Joanne.

You can't let her see you now.

I want to explain what's happened.

And when she sees two of you,

how will you explain that?

Huh?

I just want to be close to her.

It could be the last time.

Just for a minute.

Very well.

Your mask.

Mr. Roarke, how could this have happened?

He was in perfect health.

Well, these things are often unexpected.

They come without warning.

But it has to be something.

Sudden shock, I don't know, something.

(MONITORS BEEPING)

Maybe it was me.

You, Miss Fields?

He's been putting so much pressure on himself

to change his ways because of me.

Miss Fields, I really don't think you should blame yourself.

JOANNE: Just before this happened...

I told him we were through.

All those terrible things I said.

Maybe if I had been a little bit more understanding,

he wouldn't be lying here now.

Oh, Mr. Roarke.

Now, now.

You mustn't give up hope.

There is really nothing more you can do here, Miss Fields.

I'll keep you informed.

Arthur, I love you.

Please, please, don't die.

Perhaps what she said has made the decision

an easier one for you.

You mean, uh...

To operate?

You now have one reason more to perform the surgery,

not only to save this man's life,

but for Joanne, as well.

For Joanne?

If this man dies,

she'll never forgive herself, would she?

Oh, Mr. Roarke, Wendy.

Oh... Come in, come in.

MR. ROARKE: Thank you.

Glad to see you're all right.

Oh, yeah, well, thank you.

It was stupid.

Miss Collins was getting ready to leave for the mainland

when she decided to stop by and perhaps shed light

on some dark memories, and also on your relationship.

I've already told you bits and pieces

about what it was like when I was a kid.

I guess it doesn't take Freud to figure out

why I might be confused about love and marriage.

But what I didn't tell you,

what I've never told anyone...

-Mr. Roarke... -It's all right.

It's all right, you're doing fine.

There was this neighbor lady

who was hired to take care of me and my little brother

when my mother went to work in my dad's business.

She was very nice and...

She used to take me in her arms and comfort me.

I was having terrible nightmares.

Wendy, if this is something that can wait...

Please, uh, let her continue.

The neighbor lady, Miss Collins.

She tried to explain to me that love wasn't the ugly thing

that I saw between my mother and father,

and then one afternoon,

my little brother was asleep, she...

She took me by the hand,

and she said that it was time

I found out what love really meant.

Oh, Wendy.

I didn't know, I was only 14 years old.

It was very confusing to me.

Wendy...

Wendy, you're torturing yourself

for something that happened in another life.

It's ancient history.

You've got to put that all behind you.

But I can't.

I let it happen, and the child that I was,

the woman that I am, are the same person.

I can't separate us.

I think it's hopeless.

Not at all, Miss Collins.

You became frightened of your feelings

and made yourself cold and isolated,

but it's not because of the child you were,

rather it's because of the child you're afraid to have.

Are you saying, Mr. Roarke, that because of what I suffered,

it made me afraid to want to have a child of my own?

'Cause that's not true. I always wanted children.

Then how do you explain your being so deathly afraid

of loving the man you love?

You mean, maybe all the dark thoughts that I've had,

that that could be an unconscious way

of making it impossible for me to have my own child?

The question answers itself, Miss Collins.

I think it's time to tear down the barrier.

Don't you?

I want to, I really want to.

I don't even know if I can trust my own feelings.

The child you were no longer exists, Miss Collins,

only the woman remains,

and you can trust her.

Should I, Jeff?

Should I trust her?

Why not?

I do.

(MONITORS BEEPING)

Are you ready, doctor?

I'm not really going to have to go through with this, am I?

Any minute a real surgeon

is going to come through that door, isn't he?

I assure you no one else is coming.

This man's life is in your hands and yours alone,

but I'll be right here with you.

You're not a surgeon either.

Shall we begin?

I'll tell you one thing, Mr. Roarke.

If I get through this...

MR. ROARKE: Yes?

I mean, if we get through this...

I'll never pretend to be somebody else again,

I... I know it.

I believe you,

but he needs your immediate attention, doctor.

Are we ready?

Five units of blood are on hold.

I'm sorry I did this to you, Arthur.

I really am.

Operating microscope is ready, doctor.

Blood pressure is 110 over 80.

MAN: Pulse is tachycardiac within limits.

Number 10 blade, doctor?

ARTHUR: My name is Arthur Crane.

(ECHOING) Crane Productions, Hollywood.

Patient is becoming hypertensive.

Scalpel, doctor?

ARTHUR: (ECHOING) I am Mr. Roarke, your host.

JOANNE: Arthur, I love you.

Please, please, don't die.

ARTHUR: Please give her room, I'm a doctor.

MR. ROARKE: There is only one person who could possibly save him...

WOMAN: (ECHOING) I demand to see the manager, manager...

ARTHUR: (ECHOING) That's Dr. Crane, Crane Productions, Hollywood.

I don't get it, Mr. Roarke.

Why was the surgery not necessary?

It's rather complicated.

Let's just call it, um, a miracle cure.

Arthur, you're all right!

Oh, honey.

He is all right, isn't he?

Better than that, your fiance's cured.

You don't know how frightened I was.

-I love you so much. -I love you.

Just one last thing, Mr. Roarke.

MR. ROARKE: Yes?

I would like to thank Arthur's doctor personally.

Oh, I'm afraid that's not possible.

You see, the doctor is gone.

Gone?

Yes, the doctor is gone...

Forever.

Well, Mr. Roarke, don't think this is the last

you'll be seeing of us.

I have a feeling we'll be back very soon.

-Oh? -For our honeymoon.

We've set our wedding date.

MR. ROARKE: Ah, well, in that case,

I'll be very happy to have you return,

and don't forget to save me a piece of the wedding cake.

-Goodbye. -Bye.

-Goodbye, Lawrence. -Goodbye, sir.

Ah, at last, they both got what they wanted.

-I'm delighted, Lawrence. -So am I, sir.

He gives credence to the old saying,

"Lose a doctor, gain a husband."

Okay, Carla, make sure you get us all in.

Got it.

Well, Mr. Roarke, if there was ever a picture

I didn't expect to see in Dream Vacations Magazine

when I took this assignment,

it was a shot with Wendy and me in it.

Thank you so much for everything.

Good luck to both of you.

-Thank you. -You're very welcome.

-Lawrence. -Goodbye, sir.

(SIGHING)

It's turned out to be a delightful weekend,

-hasn't it, Lawrence? -Indeed, sir.

All the beautiful ladies we've entertained

makes me feel like bursting into song.

♪ Oh the privilege and pleasure

♪ That we treasure beyond measure

♪ Is to run on little errands for the Ministers

♪ Of State! ♪