[♪♪♪♪♪]
[BELL TOLLING]
[GIRLS GIGGLE]
- Good morning, Mr. Roarke.
- Good morning, Lawrence.
[GIRLS GIGGLING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[CAR DOOR SHUTS]
Smiles, everyone. Smiles!
[POLYNESIAN MUSIC PLAYING]
- LAWRENCE: Mr. and Mrs. Walters, sir?
- ROARKE: Yes.
LAWRENCE: I understood the
gentleman had canceled the reservations.
ROARKE: Oh, he did, Lawrence.
However, at the last moment,
Mrs. Walters called to say
she talked her husband
into coming after all.
LAWRENCE: He doesn't
look very happy about it, sir.
ROARKE: Well,
that's because he feels
his wife's fantasy is an as*ault
on his male prerogatives.
You see, her fantasy is
to have her husband learn
what it is to be a woman,
and have to suffer
the arrogance of men.
In that case, he
has my sympathy.
ROARKE: If you want my
guess, both of them will need
all the sympathy they
can get, Lawrence.
Oh, my.
LAWRENCE: Well,
as they say, sir,
there goes the neighborhood.
- You know her, Lawrence?
- Certainly not, sir.
But much though
I hate to admit it,
I have had dealings
with ladies of easy virtue.
ROARKE: Uh, just
how did you become
such an expert on the subject?
I had to dismiss them
with shocking regularity
from the bedroom of one
of my former employers.
Oh, I see.
A task I had earnestly hoped
would not be required of me
under your employ.
Her name is Ms. Shelley James,
and he's here for a
fantasy, Lawrence.
To receive one or fulfill one?
Her fantasy is to
be a normal woman
involved in a
normal relationship
with a normal man
for the weekend.
Then I pray she gets
it right the first time, sir.
So do I, Lawrence.
For her sake, I sincerely do.
My dear guests, I am
Mr. Roarke, your host.
Welcome to Fantasy Island!
SHELLEY: Mr. Roarke, I
want to experience true love.
ROARKE: What's the problem?
Do you have any idea how
many married men I've...
[LAWRENCE CLEARS THROAT]
Cream or sugar, Miss?
No, thanks.
Like I was saying...
people get married
because they're in love.
So, how come so many
married men come to me
instead of living
happily ever after?
In other words, you
don't believe such a thing
- as true love exists.
- You got it.
Then why are you here?
Thank you.
Why are you here, Ms. James?
Because being in love is
kind of a nice idea, you know?
I mean, not that I'm
apologizing for what I am.
It's a living, right?
I don't know.
Sometimes when I see
housewives pushing their babies
around the market...
or couples holding
hands in the park...
I wonder...
what if something wonderful...
really can happen between
a man and a woman?
[SIGHS] Is this the first time
you've ever tried to find out?
No, I tried the
normal routine once.
-And? -I, uh, swore off tricking
and signed up for typing school.
You know, so that I
could meet new people,
make some friends,
be a regular kind of girl.
And, uh, I lasted
a whole three days.
I don't know.
I don't know if
I couldn't cut it,
or I couldn't cut me...
but being your
basic everyday chick
was definitely a lost cause.
[INHALES SHARPLY]
Well, your stay with us
won't involve typing
school, Ms. James,
but it will involve a young
man here on the island
who is quite
anxious to meet you.
What did you tell him about
me to make him so anxious?
Oh, no, I assure
you he has no idea
what you do for a
living. Oh, no, no, no.
No, it seems he saw you at
a party several months ago,
and for him, it
was apparently...
love at first sight.
You mean, um, he
wants to meet me...
because I'm me?
Because he found
you very attractive,
and thought you were, no
doubt, a very nice person.
Uh, he's waiting to
meet you right now.
Wait. I can't meet
this guy right now.
I mean, the only people
I'm used to being with, guys,
are... are johns.
I mean, somebody's
gotta tell me what to say,
how to act, what to do.
What to wear is no small
consideration, either, sir.
Yes, a... a change of
wardrobe is called for.
Uh, but as for your
other concerns,
just let nature take
its course, Ms. James.
You'll do just fine.
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]
Dragging me to this island
for some dumb fantasy
is humiliating,
Mr. Roarke. Look at me.
Do I look like some
flake who gets his kicks
lording it over his wife
because she's a woman?
I didn't say you
were a flake, George.
I said you were a
male chauvinist pig.
Uh... uh, Mr. and Mrs.
Walters, please, please.
Now, you've come
to Fantasy Island
to get some insight into
your marital problems,
not to keep battling
with each other.
If you would just be
content to stay home,
and keep house, there
would be no problem.
Keeping house is not
the problem, George.
It's you taking me for
granted and treating me
like I didn't have
a brain in my head.
That is the problem.
Okay, okay.
Bring in your
shrink, Mr. Roarke,
or whoever it is who is going
to try to make me feel guilty
because I have bigger
muscles than her.
Let's just get this
thing over with.
A shrink? Oh, no, no.
No, no, Mr. Walters,
psychiatry will not be necessary.
I've devised a
more practical way
in which you might discern
the nature of women.
A more... [CHUCKLES]
A more realistic
way, shall we say.
Whatever.
As long as this thing
is over by the weekend.
I have a very important
business engagement,
and I'm trying to close a
deal in Montreal, Canada.
I believe a weekend
will be quite sufficient.
Now, if you'll both
return to your bungalow
and wait for me, your
fantasy, Mrs. Walters,
- will start in exactly one hour.
- [POCKET WATCH CLICKS]
ROARKE: All right?
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Mr. Roarke.
Mr. Brad Jacobs,
Ms. Shelley James.
-Hello. -Hi.
Well, I believe you have
something to talk about,
so, uh, if you'll excuse me.
So...
So...
BRAD: I, uh...
saw you at a St.
Patrick's Day bash
the company I work for gave.
By the, uh, time I'd made
my way across the hall
to introduce myself, you
were leaving with somebody.
[CHUCKLES] You, uh...
still dating him?
No.
You ever been here before?
No, I've been to Hawaii, though.
Oh, yeah? Which island?
Uh, the one that Honolulu's
on. I don't... [CHUCKLES]
I wasn't paying
very much attention.
Oh... oh, you were there
on your honeymoon, right?
[BOTH LAUGH]
No, um, I was working.
Oh. [EXHALES DEEPLY]
So, your, uh, job
takes you to Honolulu?
What do you do?
- SHELLEY: I'm in retailing.
- Retailing?
-SHELLEY: Hmm. -BRAD: Hmm.
LAURA: Only a few seconds
before the hour's up, George.
Hurry.
You took your sweet
time when you were here!
Now, just because it's my turn,
it's "Hurry up, George!
Hurry up, George!"
Just like a woman.
You pluck your eyebrows,
you wash your hair,
you shave your legs,
you file your nails.
You cream your elbows.
All I want to do is
shave and comb my hair,
but now, when it's my turn...
"Hurry up, George!
Hurry up, George!"
You know, Laura,
there's still time
to call this crazy thing off.
GEORGE: [AS LAURA]
What do you say, huh?
LAURA: [AS GEORGE] Oh, my.
This skirt must have shrunk
at the cleaners, George.
We could, uh, catch
the afternoon plane
to Montreal.
See Ferguson about that
shopping mall deal, hmm?
Laura?
Oh, my God.
Laura!
Look at me, Laura!
Look what you've done.
You and your damn fantasy!
He switched our bodies.
This is what Roarke
meant by being realistic.
Oh! [CHUCKLES]
GEORGE: [AS LAURA]
That better be you, Roarke!
Oh, I'm sorry. I'll
come back later.
Okay, Roarke, okay.
Have yourself a good laugh
and then turn me
into myself again.
Before I punch
you into next week.
My, my, such ugly talk.
And from such a pretty lady.
LAURA: [AS GEORGE]
Yes, George, you be careful
about what I say.
Oka... okay, just don't
press your luck. Either of you.
Uh, excuse me.
Uh, does this arrangement
disturb you, Mrs. Walters?
Well, I can understand why
you turned George into me,
but why me into him?
Well, it seemed the only
way to be fair to both of you.
- Uh, may I?
- Oh, certainly, certainly.
Thank you. You see,
whatever your husband
hopefully learns about women
uh, will be of little use unless
you also learn something
about his problems
in being a man.
But, Mr. Roarke,
won't... won't people think
that it's peculiar hearing
my voice coming out
of George's mouth?
[LAUGHS] Now, you see, uh,
only Lawrence and I, and
the two of you, of course,
will hear you as you are.
When you are with other
people, Mrs. Walters,
you will have your
husband's, uh, voice,
and you, Mr. Walters,
will have your wife's voice.
In other words, the
voice will match the body.
I, uh, thought it
would avoid confusion.
Who cares about voices?
I can't be seen like
this. I'm ridiculous!
You never, never thought
my body was ridiculous before.
I never wore it before.
I want out!
Oh, easily done. But
only if Mrs. Walters agrees.
It's your fantasy,
and terminating it,
now that it has begun,
is entirely up to you.
Well.
In that case...
you take good care of me.
-Laura, no! -Well, don't worry.
I'm not going to b*at
you or anything like that.
What kind of a husband
do you think I am?
Wonderful! It sounds
like this marriage
is starting off
on the right foot.
Mrs. Walters.
Oh.
Mr. Walters.
[DUCK QUACKS]
ROARKE: What's
wrong now, Lawrence?
LAWRENCE: Well, really, sir,
having a woman about
to whom sexual favors
are nothing but a commodity
is an open invitation to trouble.
Mr. Roarke, I've
got to talk to you.
- I've got troubles.
- The defense rests.
Brad expects me to meet him
down at the lagoon in an hour,
and I want you to
tell him I just can't.
But why?
Aren't the two of
you getting along?
Yes. No!
I mean, the guy, he's
just... He's not my type.
And as far as he's
concerned, I'm history, okay?
What you are is
frightened, Ms. James.
- What do you mean frightened?
- You like him, don't you?
Yeah. Yeah, I like him.
The problem is it's difficult
for you to like
people, isn't it?
No, it never used to be.
Back when I was a
kid, I liked everybody.
And everybody, uh, liked me.
Especially my...
[INHALES DEEPLY] ...stepfather.
I guess I, uh...
stopped trusting people...
around the time my
mother went out of town
for the weekend and
left the two of us...
my stepfather and me...
by ourselves.
That was the first time he...
You don't have to go on,
Ms. James. I understand.
And I can well understand
why you're frightened.
Your love and trust
were betrayed...
once with extremely
painful results.
And now, no doubt, you're
afraid that Mr. Jacobs,
of whom you're obviously
growing very fond,
will somehow cause
history to repeat itself.
You should be happy.
Happy?
Lawrence is quite
right, Ms. James.
Under the circumstances,
your being frightened
is a perfectly normal reaction.
And as I recall, normal...
is precisely what
you came here to be.
Yeah, but it isn't gonna work.
You see, Brad thinks the
reason that I'm acting so weird
around him is because I'm shy...
or proper. Can you believe that?
Are you saying you'd prefer
he knew the truth about you?
Of course not.
He'd be gone in two
seconds if he knew the truth.
But believe it or not,
I do pride myself on being
an honest person, Mr. Roarke.
I guess I should
tell him everything.
Shouldn't I?
[EXHALES] Well,
you're the only person
who can answer that
question, Ms. James.
Yeah. [INHALES DEEPLY]
Somehow I...
thought you might say that.
- [KIDS LAUGHING, SHOUTING]
- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Well...
good luck, uh, Mrs. Walters.
And until you get a hang of
your new physical capabilities,
I'll be close by,
uh, just in case.
LAURA: [AS GEORGE]
Don't worry, Mr. Roarke,
I can handle it.
Splendid, Mrs. Walters.
Splendid. Will you excuse me?
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[LAUGHING]
Oh, uh, I... I'm sorry, I
thought this table was empty.
No, no, no, sit down. Sit
down, relax, it's all right.
No, I... I can find
another table.
No, really, join us.
- It's okay.
- Thank you. Thank you both.
Sure. I was about
to get some drinks.
- You want one?
- No, no, uh... [CLEARS THROAT]
Great. I'll go get us two.
-Okay. -Okay.
My, that's...
that's a lovely bathing
suit you're wearing there.
Thank you.
To tell you the
truth, I was thinking
- about buying one for myself.
- [LAUGHS] Oh, really?
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
But I... I lost my nerve.
[LAUGHS]
You know, that's too bad.
You would have looked, um...
-darling! [LAUGHS] -[CHUCKLES]
Well, I wouldn't have looked
like you look in it. [CHUCKLES]
Oh, all right.
You know something?
I kinda like your
way of coming on.
Wait a minute, wait a minute,
- don't get me wrong.
- Oh, no, it's okay, it's okay.
I was getting kind of
bored with Tom anyway.
He's so, um, immature.
You mean it's this
easy to make out?
Yes, we could. [CHUCKLES]
[TOM CLEARS THROAT]
- Oh.
- What do you think you're doing?
Doing about what?
You're messing
with my girl, creep.
I'm not a creep,
and I'm not messing
with your girl. Sit
down, have a good time.
Hey, listen, why don't you
just get out of here, okay?
Hey!
Now, look, I'm... I'm
not what I look like, I...
Well, I guess
you've got a point.
[LAURA PANTS]
Oh, there there,
now, Mrs. Walters.
Uh, I'm sorry, Mr. Roarke.
If that young ruffian meant
you any harm, sir... madam...
I shall call the constabulary.
Oh, no, no, don't, don't.
He just thought that
I was making a pass
at his girl, that's all. Oh,
it was awful, Mr. Roarke.
Oh, come now, Mrs. Walters.
Getting a taste
of the temptations
that can cause a man to stumble
was also one of our objectives,
wasn't it? Hmm?
-LAURA: Uh-huh. -Yes.
[PIANO PLAYING]
[BOTH LAUGH]
Did I tell you the joke about
the bear and the rabbit?
No, stop it, stop it. No, no
more jokes. I mean it, I mean it.
If I laugh any more, I'm
gonna sprain something. Oh!
I haven't laughed this
hard in years. [CHUCKLES]
How come?
I don't know, I just haven't.
Does that mean you're
having a good time?
[SHELLEY CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
Yes, it means I'm having
a great time. [CHUCKLES]
[BRAD SIGHS]
I can't tell you how special
you are to me, Shelley.
First it was just
the way you looked.
But now...
you're just so quiet.
Yet, you, um...
you stand out.
Like something whispered
instead of shouted.
Brad...
I have something
I have to tell you.
It can wait.
Shelley, would you...
rather say good night to me now,
or, uh, good
morning to me later?
Good night to you now, okay?
[SIGHS DEEPLY] Okay.
I really like you.
You know that, don't you?
Good night.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Brad?
I like you a lot, too.
What's wrong?
It shouldn't have happened.
Why not?
I shouldn't have let it happen.
I, um...
Guess I did kind of
force the issue, didn't I?
No.
I'll tell you what.
Why don't I just do
what I should have done
in the first place, okay?
Brad, don't go.
Wait.
You didn't do anything wrong.
It's me.
I have something
I have to tell you.
[EXHALES SHARPLY]
Remember when I told
you I was in retailing?
Yeah.
Yeah, well, what I retail is me.
I'm a hooker.
I've been doing
it since I was .
Brad, I was
working that party...
when you first saw me.
I came to the
island because I...
I wanted to find out
what it felt like not
to be be what I am.
And now I know.
[BRAD EXHALES]
Would you just leave?
[♪♪♪♪♪]
BRAD: It's all right.
GEORGE: [AS LAURA]
Laura, wait till you see this.
LAURA: [AS GEORGE] Mmm.
And they said it
couldn't be done.
[POT SIZZLING]
Well, woman of little faith!
What is it?
You like cheese souffle? I
made you a cheese souffle.
Did you have to cremate it?
So, that's what I get for
trying, huh? Sarcasm?
No, no, no, I... I... I'm
sorry, George. I'm sorry.
That just happens to
be a line I stole from you.
That's what this whole
thing's all about, remember?
Sure. [SNIFFS]
And I also remember
your reaction to it, huh?
-Like this! -George!
I got a headache.
[WHIMPERS]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Ms. James, are you all right?
I've never felt
better in my life.
I told him, Mr. Roarke.
I told him everything.
About...
-what you were? -He knows.
And it doesn't matter.
He's still in there, asleep.
He didn't walk out.
Can you believe it?
- Well, I'm very happy for you.
- I'm so excited I can't sleep.
I mean, all I can think
about is how terrific
today is gonna be.
- Ms. James...
- I wanna do something
really special.
Do you think I
should, I don't know,
bring him breakfast like
they did in the movies?
Do you think he'd like that?
Oh, I'm sure he would.
You know...
this is the first time
I can remember
that I've looked
forward to the day.
[SIGHS] Ms. James...
there's an old saying that goes,
"Sorrow is born
in the hasty heart."
Uh, when you're experiencing
something for the first time,
especially love...
it's best to take it slowly.
She who hesitates
is lost, Mr. Roarke.
See you later.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Oh! I was gonna surprise
you with breakfast in bed.
We'll have coffee
at the coffee table.
Shelley...
I, uh...
I can't... I can't.
[DOOR SHUTS]
[PIANO PLAYING]
Thank you.
Oh, no.
- What is it?
- Judas Priest, Laura.
I can't let him see
me looking like this.
Go hide my body
somewhere. Get out of here.
LAURA: [AS GEORGE] Who is he?
Jake Conway Ferguson,
my Montreal shopping
mall deal, that's who.
Oh, now, for God's sake,
be careful what you say.
George. [CHUCKLES]
Nice to see you, George.
Mr. Roarke told
me you'd be here.
I guess you're a
little surprised to, uh...
to see me.
So, you must be Laura.
CONWAY: Well, well, well.
George has, uh,
talked a lot about you.
- Hmm.
- CONWAY: But not nearly enough.
Yeah, yeah, she
is a doll, isn't she?
I'm sorry to break in on
your vacation like this,
but, uh, business is
business, right, George?
You see, we're working on the,
uh, shopping mall
deal together, and, uh,
I've got some details that
I've got to straighten out
before, uh, I finalize
your husband's contract.
I'm gonna make
George a rich man.
You don't mind me making
your husband a rich man...
do you, Laura?
[CHOKES] No, I don't
mind at all, Mr. Ferguson.
[BOTH CHUCKLE]
Call me Conway.
Conway.
Yes.
CONWAY: This is wonderful.
[CONWAY CHUCKLES]
[PEACOCK SQUAWKS]
Ah, Mr. Roarke.
Welcome to the party.
Pour him a scotch, Lawrence.
Let's have a toast.
To fantasies, male...
and female.
Apparently, sir,
she has experienced
some kind of a setback.
No, no. No.
I prefer to think
of it as a chance...
to go on to bigger
and better things.
[SIGHS DEEPLY]
Mr. Jacobs couldn't accept
what you were after all, huh?
Yeah.
And you should've
seen him run, too.
And after I'd given him
the best freebie of his life.
I don't know, the
way I figure it...
if I'm gonna start being
treated like a whore...
I might just start being one.
What about you, Roarke? Hmm?
What are you doin'...
for the next half hour? Huh?
Lawrence, I want to
speak to Ms. James alone.
Yes, sir.
Of course, sir.
- Ah, you won't regret it.
- [DOOR SHUTS]
You won't stop the
pain by doing this.
What pain? Come on.
Pain and pleasure
are part of my act.
Do you think I'm feeling pain?
Yes, I think you felt pain
when your stepfather
betrayed your trust years ago.
And I think you feel
that very same pain now.
Okay.
So, I met a guy I
like for the first time
in my life and he
dumps me, and it hurts.
What am I supposed
to do? Thank you?
Learn from it, Ms. James.
-Yeah? -ROARKE: Yeah.
Well, I don't got the time.
The girls on the
street I compete with...
are gettin' younger by the day.
And pretty soon...
they're gonna push me
out of the running altogether.
And then, you know what happens?
You know what happens to hookers
who are past their prime?
They end up dying
in a back alley.
And nobody gives a damn.
But you're no longer
what you were, Ms. James.
You've revealed, most
importantly to yourself,
that you are a
feeling, loving...
normal human being.
Which means you've
changed your future.
-Don't you see? -Yeah.
But I can't change my past.
I'm stuck with it.
Just like I'm stuck with me.
And you know what...
I hate me.
Damn!
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[PANTS]
-[HORSE NICKERS] -Well...
after a workout like that,
you must feel very
good indeed, Mr. Jacobs.
[PANTS] I still feel like
the lousy creep I am.
Oh?
[PANTS]
Shelley trusted me
enough to tell me the truth.
And what did I do?
[PANTS] I threw it
back in her face and ran.
I couldn't handle it.
Well, after all, she is a whore.
What kind of man
could handle that?
- Damn you, Mr. Roarke.
- Answer me, Mr. Jacobs.
[EXHALES] A man with
guts enough to love her.
Really love her. That's
who could handle it.
Or be willing to say
that the only thing
that's important is the way
they feel about each other,
and to hell with what
everybody else thinks.
And that man isn't you, huh?
I wish to God it was.
[SIGHS]
I live in the real
world, Mr. Roarke.
I just can't ignore what
other people would think.
Nor can you ignore the fact
that making decisions of the heart
based on what
other people think...
is never quite satisfactory,
is it, Mr. Jacobs?
Well, I'm sure I've taken too
much of your time already,
so, uh, good day, sir.
[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING]
GEORGE: [AS LAURA] One
thing I wanna know, Laura.
Just how many times
have you been hit on
by guys like that
drooling lech Ferguson
without telling me?
Why, George...
I thought you weren't
the jealous type.
[PHONE RINGING]
Bar.
I've got a call for
George Walters.
-I'll take it. -Right here.
I'm George
Walters. I'll take it.
Way to go, George.
Hello.
Oh, hello, Conway.
Uh-huh.
Uh-huh.
Yeah, yeah, I understand.
Well, I'll just wait
here until he comes.
All right.
-What does he want? -My body.
You mean he goes...
-both ways? -Oh, no, no, no, no.
My body.
The one that you're in.
He wants my body
to go to his bungalow
and help him make
hors d'oeuvres.
And he wants your
body to stay here
and wait for this man.
Until he delivers the
contracts for the mall.
It's a setup.
He figures I can't
chance ticking him off
until the contract's signed.
Wait, George,
you're not gonna go
-by yourself, are you? -Why not?
It's another lesson to learn.
How to be chased
around an apartment
by a sex-crazed maniac.
Oh, please, George.
The contract isn't worth it.
You call off the fantasy,
and I'll tell Ferguson
what he can do with his
deal. There's no other way.
Still making conditions
on your terms, aren't you?
You haven't learned anything.
It's your body.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[LAURA PANTS]
Mr. Roarke.
Oh, Mr. Roarke.
[CHUCKLES] Mrs. Walters.
Oh, oh, Mr. Roarke,
you're absolutely right.
I've been playing with fire,
and I want to pour a
bucket of water on it.
Does this mean you...
- you wish to end your fantasy?
- Yes, yes, yes!
Mr. Roarke, I've only
been looking at myself
- through my own point of view.
- ROARKE: Oh.
Why, that's very
good, Mrs. Walters.
Once you're able
to accept the fact
that men must also
deal with compromise
and humiliation,
then you're well on your
way to making your marriage
a true partnership.
Oh, I know that. I know
that now, Mr. Roarke.
And I think we should
restart our partnership
by getting George and me
back to who we really, really are.
If that is your
wish, Mrs. Walters,
then...
It's done.
GEORGE: What the hell...
You mean to tell me
I'm George again?
I... I am George
again! Listen to me!
-[CHUCKLES] -Listen to me!
I'm myself again!
Indeed you are, Mr. Walters.
Your personality
is back in the body
it normally occupies.
And, so, at this very
moment, is Mrs. Walters.
The fantasy is over!
[BOTH LAUGH]
But that means that...
Laura is trapped in
that bungalow with...
the animal!
[GROWLS ANGRILY]
CONWAY: Laura...
I understand you're
playing hard to get.
This is ridiculous.
You see, it's all over.
- You don't understand.
- You don't understand.
Uh, see, something has
happened, and I am me again.
-Yeah. [GIGGLES] -Laura. Myself.
- Yes, and I wouldn't want it...
- [LAURA GRUNTS]
- any other way.
- Mr. Ferguson, cut it out.
Oh!
Oh.
Oh, George.
Uh, oh, George.
There was a burglar
that came in here.
[STAMMERS] He... he...
He was, uh, a giant of a man.
And he... he assaulted Laura.
Right, Laura?
Oh, you see, she
fainted, and I... and I...
And I was helping her
to the... to the couch.
Here.
- [BREATHES HEAVILY]
- You all right, dear?
[EXHALES]
[CONWAY GRUNTS]
George.
George...
we're ourselves
again. [CHUCKLES]
Promise me something, Laura.
Next time you get
another idea like this...
don't.
[CHUCKLES] I
promise you one thing,
if I do, you'll be
the first to know.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
SHELLEY: Just a minute.
SHELLEY: Come in.
Oh, I thought you
were the driver.
- Shelley, wait a minute.
- No, I'm gonna miss my plane.
I have to talk to you.
[EXHALES SHARPLY]
We talked this morning.
I wanna talk some more.
About what?
-Brad... -I...
No. What I've been
is what I am. A hooker.
You really think that
my past is gonna change
just because you want it to?
Do you think you're gonna
be able to walk into a restaurant
with me and not
wonder who knows?
Or wonder why a waiter
has a silly grin on his face?
You think you're gonna
be able to handle that, huh?
- Do you, Brad?
- [EXHALES SHARPLY]
Shelley, I wish I could.
Just get out of here. I
don't wanna talk about it.
Just leave.
I wanted to say I
love you so bad it hurt.
I still wanna say it.
The only reason I won't is
because you won't believe me.
[EXHALES] Shelley...
just because I
can't handle the...
Your past...
doesn't mean some
other guy can't handle it.
I promise you, someday
you're gonna meet somebody
who couldn't care less
about what you were.
He's gonna love you
for what you've become.
And you wanna
know something else?
[SNIFFLES] What?
BRAD: Letting you walk out...
[SIGHS] ...is something
I think I'm gonna regret
for the rest of my life.
You're worth caring
about, Shelley.
Go ahead and forget
about everything else
that happened this
weekend, but please
don't ever forget that.
[SNIFFLES] Do...
you have a handkerchief?
Sure.
I thought women had a
dozen of these in their purse.
[CHUCKLES]
Women, yes. [SNIFFLES]
Hookers, no.
Hookers aren't supposed to cry.
[CHUCKLES] Didn't you know that?
[SIGHS]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Dear.
Mr. Roarke, thank
you for everything.
Especially Laura's fantasy.
And being a woman has
made a new man of me.
[CHUCKLES]
[CHUCKLES] And you,
Mrs. Walters, vice versa?
Vice versa, Mr. Roarke.
I may not understand the male,
but I can certainly
sympathize with him.
Thank you so very much.
Entirely welcome, Mrs. Walters.
-Bye-bye. -Bye, Mr. Walters.
Ms. James, you look wonderful.
Ah, I'll take that
as a compliment.
Are we to assume then
that you have forsaken
your erstwhile profession?
For now. I can't
promise anything.
I did try it once
before, you know.
But you knew no other
life then, Ms. James.
Now that you've had a
taste of something different,
you're free to make a choice.
And I, for one, am confident
you'll make the right one.
Thank you.
Oh, what the hell?
[CHUCKLES]
[♪♪♪♪♪]