Transcripts - Forever Dreaming

(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 k*ll 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 .

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 sh**t 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 b*ttlefield.

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 w*r,

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

Imagine that, Mr. Roarke,

calling their ugly
v*olence 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

I figured the only way
out was to k*ll 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 sh**t 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 .
- 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, : .

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 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 over .

MAN: Pulse is
tachycardiac within limits.

Number 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! ♪