[PLANE ENGINE ROARING]
[BELL TOLLING]
[GIRLS GIGGLING]
- Good morning, Mr. Roarke.
- Good morning, Lawrence.
Smiles, everyone. Smiles!
[BAND PLAYS]
LAWRENCE: There's
a refreshing sight, sir.
Father, mother, and daughter.
We get so few families here.
Yes, that's Dr. Jack
Gorman, his wife Lucy,
and their daughter, Amanda.
LAWRENCE: The family
that fantasizes together,
stays together, right, sir?
ROARKE: Not in this
case, I'm afraid, Lawrence.
No, you see, Mrs. Gorman is
extremely unhappy
with her marriage.
- LAWRENCE: You don't say, sir?
- Yes.
Her fantasy is to relive
the day of her wedding
to determine once and for all
if she did indeed
marry the wrong man.
I should have known it
was too good to be true.
Don't give up
hope yet, Lawrence.
LAWRENCE: Jeans and a tie?
A touch conservative,
don't you think, sir?
Perhaps, Lawrence, but, um,
don't let appearances fool you.
Mr. Fred Connors
from Cleveland, Ohio,
is not as tame as he might look.
Oh, well, he certainly
doesn't seem the type
who'd enjoy hunting the
great African Cape buffalo.
What Mr. Connors is after
could prove far more
exciting, Lawrence.
His fantasy is to
spend the weekend
on a desert island...
with a beautiful girl.
My dear guests, I am
Mr. Roarke, your host.
Welcome to Fantasy Island.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
LUCY: And there's
Jack and me at the altar.
Oh, that was five
very long years ago.
Uh, Mrs. Gorman, are you
quite certain your marriage
is, um, as you put
it, on the rocks?
Well, you tell me?
See, I was a nurse when
Jack and I got married.
And I put him through
his last two years
of medical school,
and then I helped him
through his internship.
But for four years, the
only time I ever saw him
was when he had
a bill for me to pay.
And when he
completed his schooling?
I thought it was gonna
get better and it didn't.
Got worse.
Ever since he set up
his medical practice,
he totally ignores me.
Mr. Roarke, it is like
his own wife does
not even exist...
[SIGHS] ...after all
I've done for him.
Anyway, if that doesn't mean
that my marriage is kaput,
I don't know what does.
Well, have you confronted
him with your feelings?
Well, no.
I'm... [CHUCKLES] ...I
guess I'm a little bit scared
to talk to him about it.
It's like actually
hearing him say
that he doesn't love me
anymore is gonna hurt.
Anyway, I think actions
speak louder than words.
I think it's pretty obvious
that the only
person in this family
that Jack really loves is Mandy.
I can't say that I
blame him, though.
She is a wonderful, little girl.
But...
the truth of the
matter, Mr. Roarke,
is that I'm jealous
of my own daughter.
- That's how bad my marriage is.
- I see.
And this, uh, gentlemen
you mention in your letter,
Mr. Craig, uh...
-Carlson. -...Carlson.
Craig was a medical student
the same time Jack was.
And lately, I
don't know, it's...
It's like I'm haunted
by this feeling
that Craig is really the
man I should have married.
And I am dying to find
out. Can I get started?
I can send you back to
the day of your wedding
right away, Mrs. Gorman.
But your fantasy will
last only hours...
and you must
return to exactly...
the same spot where
you entered your fantasy
in order to leave it.
Do you understand?
Yeah, that sounds simple enough.
Good.
Now, Mrs. Gorman...
I want you to look
at this picture again.
Really...
look at it.
The year is .
Remember how you looked then.
Remember the day
of your wedding...
what you were hearing...
The music...
the minister...
the vows you were exchanging.
MINISTER: Do you,
Lucinda Marie Patrick,
take this man to be your
lawfully wedded husband
for better or worse,
in sickness and in health,
for as long as
you both shall live?
No, I sure don't.
-[PEOPLE EXCLAIM] -I'm sorry.
So, how about it, Lawrence?
- Almost a perfect fit, right?
- It is a perfect fit, sir.
So, Mr. Roarke, uh,
who is she gonna be?
When do I get to meet her?
You will meet her when you
get to the cove, Mr. Connors.
Pelican Cove, it's called.
As for who she is...
I think perhaps you
already know her.
[EXHALES] Oh!
Well, of course... Do I know
her? Of course I know her. I mean,
everyone knows her.
She does commercials.
Do you know that I once bought
five bottles of aftershave
lotion because of her?
-No. -Yes.
You mean... you mean,
this is the one I'm gonna be
- marooned with, Celina Morgan?
- Celina Morgan, yes.
Ordinarily, it would
be very difficult
to get someone of
this woman's stature
to participate in a
fantasy such as yours.
But her manager
feels it will help
convince Revington Cosmetics
that Miss Morgan is the
ideal model to represent
their new Marooned
Girl line of beauty aids.
Marooned with the Marooned Girl.
Appalling how paradise is
being exploited these days.
ROARKE: Mm-hmm.
Celina Morgan.
Now, I mean, we are
talking world-class here.
Yes, I can understand your
enthusiasm, Mr. Connors.
But I feel I must caution you.
What you see...
isn't always...
what you get.
All aboard, gentlemen.
[♪♪♪♪♪♪]
[PELICANS SQUAWKING]
This is wonderful, Mr. Roarke.
Well, I'm delighted you
approve, Mr. Connors.
MAN: See everything that
comes out of these cameras,
I don't want anything to
go without my looking at it.
- Ah, good, good!
- [CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING]
Okay, that...
Actually, um, this is a cove
at the very tip of
Fantasy Island,
but, um, the mountains
make it quite inaccessible.
For all practical purposes,
your desert island, sir.
Well, it certainly isn't
a deserted one, is it?
Hmm?
MAN: Good, good. Keep it moving.
I want to see lots of movement.
Ah, the photographers. Yes.
Come, Mr. Connors,
they're anxious to meet you.
MAN: You all better have
enough film here for me.
Okay, let's see. Get down here.
Get over here. I want
an angle from over here.
Ah, good.
Yeah, oh, yeah. Okay, people.
Now, Celina,
show us what the
world is waiting for...
The Marooned Girl!
[CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING]
Very impressive indeed, sir.
And, uh, you,
Mr. Connors, no comment?
That's because I've d*ed...
and gone to heaven.
Hold it. Just a second, okay?
Ah, Mr. Roarke is over there.
The guy with him must
be the one with the fantasy.
-Oh. -We should probably get him
in on some of this, huh?
- Whatever you say, Wes.
- Hmm, smiling.
Miss Celina Morgan, her
manager, Mr. Wes Perry,
Mr. Fred Connors, the
young man whose fantasy
you have so graciously
consented to fulfill.
It's a pleasure to
meet you, Fred.
Hi, hi, it's nice to meet you.
- Very, very nice.
- [WES CHUCKLES]
Oh, Celina, how about
showing the photographers
what Fred's weekend
with the Marooned Girl
is gonna be like?
Sure. Come on, Fred.
WES: Oh, sorry.
[FRED MOANING]
Let's go, Lawrence.
I believe, uh, Mr. Connors
is in good hands.
Well put, sir.
Very apt.
WES: Okay, that's
it. Show's over.
-[FRED GRUNTS] -Celina?
Yeah, uh, uh, back
to the boat, everybody.
Grab the props
for me, would you?
Celina, will you remember
that Christy Robbins is also up
- for this Marooned gig?
- I know it.
Fred better have a smile
on his face when I bring
the photographers back
the day after tomorrow
or you can kiss your
chances goodbye.
All right, okay, okay.
All right, all right.
Please.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Don't you think
it's about time we...
got to know each other
a little better, hmm?
Well, I think
that's a good idea.
-Mm. -And for starters,
hands off, okay?
[PELICAN SQUAWKING]
WOMAN ON PA: Dr. Weiss,
please call your office.
Dr. Weiss, call your office.
LUCY: .
[GASPS] It's five years ago.
Lucy?
Michelle?
Hi, gosh, it's good
to see you again.
You just saw me yesterday.
Oh, yeah, I did, didn't I?
Besides, aren't you
forgetting something?
Uh...
Well, it's been a
while. Well, am I?
You're supposed to be
getting married today.
Um, I changed my mind.
-You what? -Changed my mind.
Lucy, you're getting married,
not buying a pair of shoes.
What you do you mean
you changed your mind?
Lucy,
I want some answers
and I want them now.
- All right, so do I.
- [CALL BUTTON BUZZING]
Mr. Radison. Probably wants
another back rub, the letch.
Listen, talk slow.
Okay, you guys.
Look, what's gotten into you?
How could you just
walk out like that?
Jack, it wouldn't have worked.
- What wouldn't have worked?
- Our marriage.
Says you and
what fortune teller?
You're just gonna have to
take my word for this one, okay?
Lucy, whatever is
bothering you, please
tell me so we can talk about it.
I love you.
Jack, talk is not
gonna change this.
And love is just a word,
especially with you.
You're not making any sense.
JACK: Lucy. Lucy?
Okay, you want to know
-why I called it off, huh? -Yes.
Well, there's the
reason right there.
- Craig Carlson?
- Yes, Craig Carlson.
- You're seeing Craig Carlson?
- No, but I'm going to.
What's wrong with
you? He's a loser.
-He is not. -His test scores
are so low they're
off the charts.
Well, I happen
to think differently.
- I'm not gonna let you do this.
- Let go of me, Jack Gorman!
You have messed
up my life one time
and you're not
gonna do it again.
JACK: And what do
you mean by that?
LUCY: I mean nothing by that.
-JACK: Lucy? -What?
JACK: Lucy!
[♪♪♪♪♪]
CHRISTY: I have
to talk to Mr. Roarke.
Where is he?
Madam, you cannot
barge in here unannounced!
Madam!
Mr. Roarke, tell that ape
to watch what he
does with his hands
or I'll have him arrested
for committing lewd
and obscene things upon my body.
I was merely trying
to restrain her.
It's all right, Lawrence.
I'll see the lady.
A matter of definition, sir.
I'm Christy Robbins.
Oh, yes, I've seen your face
in many advertisements,
Miss Robbins.
-Won't you sit down? -Thank you.
Would you care to join me?
-No, thank you. -No?
Now, what can I do for you?
You can tell me where that
Marooned Girl publicity stunt
of Celina Morgan's
is going down.
And may I ask what would
be your interest in the matter?
To keep from getting
robbed, that's what.
I beg your pardon?
I had that Marooned
job all wrapped up
and then Celina
started making waves
about this desert island stuff.
Uh, Miss Robbins,
knowing how competitive
the world of modeling is,
I can appreciate how important
the Marooned assignment is
for the woman
who finally lands it.
Uh, nevertheless, I cannot
tell you what you want to know.
- I'm terribly sorry.
- That's not fair.
I deserve a sh*t at that
gig as much as she does.
Perhaps, but my
primary obligation
is to my client, Mr. Connors.
Well, let me tell you
something, Roarke,
I didn't become
centerfold of the year
by taking "no" for an answer.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Craig? Hi.
Hi, Lucy.
Why don't you sit down?
Are you sure I'm
not disturbing you?
No, no, it's okay.
I've been over this
chapter ten times.
If I don't know it
by now, I never will.
Which will probably be the case.
Oh, don't say that.
I thought you'd
forgotten all about me.
Jack Gorman and I have split up.
-Oh? -Anyway, I was wondering
what our chances are of
picking up where we left off.
Well, if...
you're not doing
anything tonight...
I'd say our chances
were pretty good.
Well...
I get off at six o'clock.
- I'll see you, then.
- You got it.
-Okay. -Okay.
-Bye. -Bye.
FRED: Oh, this is fantastic.
Will you look at this place?
Celina, isn't this
what you would...
You might call this, uh,
a real romantic setting,
wouldn't you, huh?
Oh, Celina?
Celina, look, all you gotta
do is just loosen up a little bit,
you know, just... just let
your feelings take over.
It's not all that
difficult to imagine
that we're in the
Garden of Eden.
Fred, if you think I'm
gonna bite the apple, uh-uh.
I agreed to spend
the weekend with you.
That's all I agreed to.
Oh, Celina, look,
you're gonna get a kick
out of... Look at this. Look.
Look. Picnic basket, huh?
All the comforts of home.
-We got... -Any suntan oil?
Ah, suntan oil.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Now, uh, I'm just gonna...
I'm gonna start at your neck
and then... and then I'll slowly
work my way down, okay?
If you want something
to keep your hands busy,
why don't you try
putting up your tent?
My tent?
That's my tent.
That's your tent.
Don't worry,
everything's numbered.
Oh, come on, Celina, two tents?
What are the
neighbors gonna think?
Let's get something
straight right now, okay?
You're a nice
guy. You really are.
I'm only on this God-forsaken
lump of pelican
guano for one reason.
And that's the Marooned
job. It's business, not pleasure.
Which means, I'm not
gonna play Eve to your Adam
or get in any tent with
you to raise Cain or Abel.
Okay?
- Oh, come on, Celina?
- Fred, be a nice guy.
Think Smithsonian.
Look, but don't touch.
All right, that's it!
I've had it! Where's the radio?
I'm gonna call Roarke
and tell him I want a refund.
It's there. And it's
not that kind of radio.
Oh, fine, fine. That's
just... That's great.
The first night of my fantasy
and I get to spend it
with a chastity freak.
Terrific.
-And so, anyway... -CRAIG: Yeah.
So what do you want
to do tomorrow night?
Oh, I don't know.
It all depends.
Oh, Craig, you know, I
had this feeling all along
that you were the one.
I knew you were special
the very first time we went out.
-Did you really? -Mm-hmm.
You know, all of a sudden,
the future doesn't
seem so bad after all.
Well, if you mean our
future, it sure doesn't.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
You want kids?
Yeah, kids, would be nice.
-Oh, no. -What's wrong?
My locket's gone.
I've got to go find it.
-Right now? -Yes, right now.
Being without the picture
inside is like being without her.
-Being without whom? -My dau...
I can't explain right now. Look,
I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?
I've got to go find the locket.
- I'll talk to you tomorrow.
- But Lucy...
I'm sorry!
- [PIANO PLAYING]
- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Lawrence, I'm so
glad I ran into you.
Careful, Miss. This time
there'll be witnesses
to your slander.
Oh, that's why I'm
glad I ran into you.
I acted like such a creep
today. I just wanted to apologize.
It is well-known that
I am a forgiving man.
Then everything's okay?
-Mm-hmm. -Oh, I'm glad.
Since Mr. Roarke
changed his mind,
I didn't want to leave
with any hard feelings.
What do you mean,
changed his mind?
Well, he told me all about
Mr. Connors's fantasy
and he's letting me go to, uh...
Pelican Cove?
Right, Pelican Cove.
Well, if Mr. Roarke has
given you his blessing,
I can only add mine. Good
luck to you, Miss Robbins.
Thank you. Do you think I
can get a car to take me?
It's accessible only by boat.
-Thank you, Lawrence. -Mm-hmm.
ROARKE: Is everything
all right, Miss Gorman?
Mr. Roarke.
Well, yeah, everything's
just fine. As a matter of fact,
my fantasy is going just great.
Oh, you've renewed
your acquaintanceship
- with Mr. Carlson.
- I sure have. You know what?
He is the man I should
have married. I'm sure of it.
Well, perhaps when
your fantasy ends
and you return to the
present, you can look him up.
No, you see, in the present,
he is married and he's
living somewhere in France.
Now, if I want him, and I do,
I'm gonna have to
go after him right now.
Ah, I see.
Mr. Roarke, um,
what would happen
if I didn't show up at that
wedding tomorrow afternoon?
You'll stay here in the past
and your fantasy, in
effect, will become reality.
But, Mrs. Gorman, if you're
thinking of changing the past...
-Just my past. -And Jack's past,
- and Craig's past.
- But all for the better.
And don't tell me that
by changing our lives,
I'm gonna alter the
course of human history,
because we're just
not that important.
- What about Amanda?
- What about Amanda?
Have you noticed yet
that the locket containing
your daughter's picture...
is no longer around your neck?
Yes, I have. As a matter of
fact, I was just looking for it.
-You'll never find it. -Why?
Because here in the past
your daughter doesn't exist.
And if you don't return to
your wedding tomorrow...
she never will.
- Hadn't thought about that.
- Yes.
If you don't end your fantasy,
Amanda will never
have been born.
Mr. Roarke, I
love my daughter...
but I also feel very,
very strongly about Craig.
Now, are you gonna
stand there and tell me
that I have to choose
between them?
Oh, that's not fair.
I know, Mrs. Gorman.
I know.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[POP MUSIC PLAYING]
If you want steaks
for breakfast,
they're in the portable fridge.
I like mine rare.
You can stick the steak, lady.
This is for signaling
Mr. Roarke to come and get me.
Can you see Mr. Roarke
looking for smoke signals?
Maybe a ship will spot it
or a plane, I don't know.
Relax, Fred.
They say celibacy is
good for the soul, you know.
Oh, yeah?
Not in Cleveland, they don't.
[PELICAN SQUAWKING]
-[MUSIC STOPS] -Listen...
when the weekend's over
and the media come back,
I'll rave about what a
wonderful lover you were.
You can go home
with a reputation
that'll keep you in women
for the rest of your life.
Fred?
Fred?
[PELICAN SQUAWKING]
I think I found my
ticket out of here.
Hey, there's somebody in here.
Oh! Oh, the ship's going down!
It's a woman. Lady?
- CHRISTY: Oh!
- Lady, are you all right?
We're gonna drown!
Get the lifeboats!
Help! Oh, we're dying!
- FRED: You're okay now, Miss.
- CHRISTY: I'm okay?
- FRED: You're okay.
- CHRISTY: I'm okay?
- Just hold on to my hand.
- Oh, thank you.
Thank you.
I don't believe this.
-[CHRISTY SIGHS] -You know her?
Okay, Christy, what
are you trying to pull?
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Just hang on, you
got it. Got it now, okay.
I'm not gonna let you do this.
You're not gonna
ruin this for me.
You're not gonna ruin this
for me, do you hear me?
[MOUTHING]
So, who are you thinking
of leaving at the altar today?
-What? -You've been orbiting
Pluto all morning.
Oh.
-Michelle. -Yeah?
Come here. Say you were married.
-I am married. -[SIGHS]
Say you had a child.
Does my husband count?
Just say you had this
honest-to-gosh, thumb-sucking,
diaper-wearing
little child, okay?
Okay, but I still say
you're describing Jim.
Now, suppose that things
between you and Jim
started falling apart.
Right.
And then suppose...
that you met this
guy, not just any guy.
I mean, this guy is Mr. Right.
He's your knight
in shining armor.
Right.
But...
for some reason...
only one of them,
either your daughter
I mean, your child...
or Mr. Right could exist.
And now, you have
to make the decision.
You have to decide between them.
What do I get if I choose right?
Michelle, would you
please just tell me
who would you choose,
the child or the guy?
Well...
I guess I'd choose the guy.
You would?
- You can always have more kids.
- No, not this one kid.
See, she'd be gone forever.
Look, Lucy, it's really hard.
But if this hypothetical
Mr. Right is really Mr. Right...
He is.
And you started
having his babies,
then maybe you wouldn't
think about the first child.
Hmm, you've been a big help.
I try.
I better get back to work.
Lucy?
It was just a
hypothesis, wasn't it?
I'll see you later, okay?
-Excuse me, sir. -Yes, Lawrence?
I had an encounter with
Miss Robbins yesterday
and it weighed heavily
on my mind all night.
So, this morning, I
went to the harbor master
and sure enough, I'm afraid,
Miss Robbins had made inquiries
with regards to the
location of Pelican Cove.
Then she rented
a boat and set sail.
Are you saying she got
the name of the cove...
from you, Lawrence?
To my infinite
humiliation, yes, sir.
[ROARKE SIGHS]
Simply tell me how you want me
to remedy the situation,
and it shall be done.
I'm afraid there is
nothing to be done.
We can't arrest Miss
Robbins for trespassing.
The cove has no restrictions.
Then, apparently, our
Mr. Connors is going to end up
with what is commonly
known as a twofer.
- Unfortunately, yes.
- Unfortunately, sir?
It occurs to me, Lawrence,
that one beautiful woman
can turn a desert
island into a heaven.
Two beautiful women...
can make it into a hell.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
That's good.
-CHRISTY: Mm. -Ooh.
-CHRISTY: Mm. -[BOTH LAUGH]
CHRISTY: Mm.
Oh, I hope you choke on it.
And what are you
doing in my clothes?
I had to get her out
of those wet things.
There was a time out
there in that terrible ocean
when I thought I'd never
taste chicken soup again.
Oh, oh, you poor baby.
Oh, Fred, you
don't actually believe
all that shipwreck
garbage, do you?
Right now, the only person
you should be
worrying about is you.
Oh, Fred,
- I feel better already.
- Oh, good.
And it's all because of you.
FRED: Oh... oh!
- [FRED MOANS]
- Some chicken soup.
If there's anything I
can do to repay you
for saving my
life, you just ask.
Just, uh, will you
just give me a minute,
I'm, uh, I'll think
of something.
What's Revington's slogan?
"The Marooned Girl
always gets her man."
That's right, hot lips,
but first you're gonna have
to b*at me at your own game.
[FRED MOANING]
Oh, ladies, ladies!
Oh! Wait a minute.
If this is a w*r, I sure
like your amm*nit*on.
[FRED MOANING]
-Hi. -CRAIG: Hi.
- Find your locket?
- Oh, no, I didn't.
Um, what's... what's up?
CRAIG: A friend of mine
said I could use his place
at the lake for a
couple of days.
Wondered if you'd like
to go there with me?
She's not going
anywhere with you, pal.
I think what she does
or what she doesn't do
is up to her, Gorman.
What do you say, Lucy?
I say pick me up at four.
Great.
Lucy...
two days ago, we were in love.
Deeply in love.
Now, I don't know what
happened to change that for you,
but for me, nothing's changed.
I still love you.
And this is k*lling me.
You don't love me, Jack,
you just think you do.
All you really
love is your career.
And all I am is someone
who's going to help you
become what you want to
be most, and that's a doctor.
That is not a husband.
What's k*lling you
is not losing me,
it's losing your meal ticket.
That's not true.
It's not?
Okay, then, let me
see you choose.
Come on, why don't you choose
between me and your career?
Which one do you love most, huh?
Lucy, please.
MAN: There you are, Gorman.
I've arranged for you to
be among my assistants
for a bypass this afternoon.
I assume you're interested?
Me, Dr. Hoyer?
Assist you?
[CHUCKLES] That's
quite an honor, sir.
Yes, it is.
Inform your floor supervisor
and then come to my office
for a pre-op briefing at once.
Yes, sir.
Don't bother.
You just said it all.
[♪♪♪♪♪♪]
Ah, there you are, Lawrence.
- Playing jacks, huh?
- Uh, yes, sir.
A better chance to
sit down, I might say.
Miss Amanda's had me quite busy
all over the island
this morning.
I wonder where small
children get all that energy.
She's such a...
a dear, little child, sir.
What will happen
to her if Mrs. Gorman
does not return from the past?
I explained to Mrs.
Gorman last night
that if she doesn't return,
it will be as if her
daughter had never existed.
You constantly astonish me, sir.
ROARKE: How's that?
Well, I must confess that
much of what takes place here
on Fantasy Island is
still a mystery to me.
Well, I'm afraid it must
always remain so, Lawrence.
And the boundaries
of one's imaginations?
Oh, as far reaching as
those of creation, Lawrence.
Oh, dear, I'm afraid
I feel a bit lacking
in the face of all that.
My personal fantasies
have always been
on such a modest scale.
There's nothing wrong with that.
Perhaps not, sir, but it does
make one feel rather dull.
[CHUCKLES]
I think it's time to get your
roller skates on, Lawrence.
- LAWRENCE: Hmm?
- I see your little friend
waiting for you.
I'm on my way.
How can Mrs. Gorman not
return to such a dear little thing?
I imagine Mrs. Gorman
is pondering that
this very moment.
What's that for?
Oh, uh, this is for Christy.
She must have had a relapse.
She's shivering like
a cat in ice water.
- Can't figure it out.
- CELINA: Well, I can.
Oh, thank you, Fred.
It's all right, just, uh...
There. Just try to
keep yourself warm,
-okay? -What's happening to me?
Well, uh,
your, uh, your body
temperature must have dropped
and it... it's just probably a
delayed shock or something.
It reminds me of
a movie I saw once
about this man, a
complete stranger,
who saved this poor,
freezing woman's life.
-You know how? -How?
By giving her the heat
from his very own body.
That must have been
some movie, huh?
Oh, it wasn't because of
lust or anything like that.
No, no, of course not.
No, it was just... it was
just to save a life, right?
That must have
been so inspirational,
the meeting of... of two bodies
for humanitarian purposes.
FRED: That must
have been tremendous.
I gotta see this movie.
- Oh, Fred, I'm so cold.
- Just hang...
Hang in there, Christy.
Help is on the way.
FRED: Oh.
CHRISTY: Oh, Fred,
- you're making me so warm.
- [FRED GROANS]
[PELICAN SQUAWKING]
[FRED AND CHRISTY SCREAM]
[FRED GRUNTS]
[FRED AND CHRISTY SCREAM]
I almost had cardiac arrest!
Well, it's nice to see
you up and about, Christy.
I was beginning
to worry about you.
This crazy menage a trois,
that's what's
beginning to worry me.
[FRED GRUNTS]
Mrs. Gorman?
I hope I am not intruding,
but I have something
from the present
I thought you
might like to have.
I've pretty much made
up my mind, Mr. Roarke.
I'm not going back.
If I did, I'd just be divorced.
Well, why are you so certain
divorce is inevitable? Why?
Because being a doctor is
all that matters in life to Jack,
not being with me.
I think it's wonderful that he
wants to be something important.
In fact, I wish him
well. I really do.
I don't know, maybe I'm selfish.
I would like to feel
needed for what I am,
not for the children
that I give birth to
or the... the money
that I bring in.
For me.
And that's the way I
feel when I'm with Craig.
But Jack and I... [SIGHS]
It was a mistake.
If you don't return
to your wedding
by four-thirty this afternoon...
you'll never see Amanda
again, Mrs. Gorman.
Never.
Damn you, Roarke! [SOBS]
FRED: This is terrific.
When did you find this?
Oh, when I first got here,
before you and Christy arrived.
Tell me something.
Do you two always go
head-to-head on
these modeling jobs?
Well, only the ones
worth fighting for.
Are we going to talk
about Christy all day
or are we going
to go for a swim?
Uh... Oh, sure, yeah.
Just hold the phone,
I'll get my trunks.
Haven't you ever
heard of nudo onsen?
Nudo onsen?
They do it in
Japan, all the time.
Sometimes whole families.
[GASPS]
Oh, yeah, yeah. Yeah.
Nudo, I... I got that part.
Onsen means bathing.
Yeah, right.
[WATER SPLASHING]
Come on in,
Fred, it's wonderful.
You're going to love it.
CHRISTY: Help! Fire!
Help!
That's Christy!
How can there be a fire?
This place is deserted.
Well, I don't know, but that
sure looks like one to me.
I better check it out.
Oh!
Oh! What happened?
The spark from the
campfire ignited something.
Oh, give me a break! You
started that fire on purpose!
- Oh, that's a lie!
- All right. All right.
Just cool it.
Look, I don't care
who did what anymore.
Look, I... I didn't
ask for much, did I?
A nice, nice, little
romantic weekend
with the girl of my
dreams. Instead, I wind up
- with two nightmares.
- To hell with her.
- Let's finish our swim, Fred.
- No, you stay with me!
- I'm having a relapse.
- Okay, all right, hold it!
That's it! Just
take a flying leap,
both of you, all right. If I
can't get anything else,
maybe I can at least get
a little peace and quiet.
- MICHELLE: Have a good time.
- Oh, we will.
Michelle, it's been so good
working with you again.
Listen, you'd better
take a vacation.
If anybody ever
needed one, you do.
-Okay, bye. Okay. -Go, go.
- Well, what's that all about?
- I have no idea.
[LUCY LAUGHS]
-Oh, wait a second. -What?
I almost forgot this.
I was there at the first
successful bypass operation.
- JACK: Wow.
- What I mean by successful...
the patient fully recovered,
but d*ed seven months later...
from mountain climbing.
-The ingrate. -[CHUCKLING]
Well, in any case, Mr. Gorman,
perhaps you will be
a part of history today.
Yes, sir. Excuse me, sir.
Mister... Uh, gentlemen.
I'm sorry, Lucy, but
I've got to do this.
-What are you... -Oh, Jack!
- Lucy...
- You... you hit somebody.
-Lucy? -What?
I love you.
Now I don't want to
be a doctor just for me,
but I want to be a doctor
for us, don't you understand?
- No.
- I want you to have the best.
After everything you've done
for me, I owe you the world.
Now, it may take some
time, but I swear to God,
I'm going to give you the world.
As soon as I finish
my residency here,
I'm going to work day and
night setting up the best,
best practice this
country's ever seen.
I'm going to pay you
back for everything.
Jack, you mean
you are gonna work
- day and night because of me?
- Oh, you're damn right.
And when we have kids,
I'm going to work even harder,
'cause my whole family's
gonna have nothing but the best.
Oh, Jack, I had this...
I had this all wrong.
I know this has been
tough on you, darling.
And I can't blame
you for feeling used,
oh, but please, please,
please hang in there.
Oh, you know what, everything is
-gonna be fine, isn't it? -Yeah.
I mean, as soon as I
get back to the present,
you and me and Amanda,
we're going to be just...
Oh! Oh, no. It's minutes...
It's minutes after four,
and I've got to be back
to the wedding by...
In ten minutes. You're
going to have to hurry!
You're going to
have to drive me.
Come on, just drive me, okay?
Come on, we gotta go.
Fred?
Come on, Fred.
Fred, where are you?
CHRISTY: Fred?
You!
All right, Celina,
stop fooling around.
- Where are you hiding him?
- Where did I hide him?
It would be just
like you to stash him
and get him out when the
photographers get here.
MAN: Well, here, let
me give you a hand.
Oh, speaking of photographers...
They're here.
The one in the dark blue
jacket is Mr. Revington.
BOTH: Fred!
-Fred! -Fred!
I'm really glad
you decided to be
in on the finish, Mr. Revington.
When you see the grin
on Fred Connors's face,
you'll have to make
Celina your Marooned Girl.
Well, I'll tell you
the truth, Wes,
uh, Christy Robbins
is my first choice.
- Chri... Christy was?
- Yes, but if this Fred Connors
can give Celina the
kind of testimonial
we need for the ad campaign...
-Yeah? -Then you've got a deal.
Great.
Fred?
Fred?
[CHRISTY YELPS]
Okay, Christy,
you've ruined things
for me for the last time.
[CHRISTY GROANING]
You're in trouble now, lady.
[CELINA GRUNTS] Oh!
[GRUNTING]
[MOANING]
[CELINA GRUNTS]
Celina?
- Fred? Where are you?
- What's that?
It looks like they had a fire.
[DISTANT SCREAMING]
What the devil is that?
Hey, come on. Hey, hey, hey!
Why don't you book
this act in Vegas, huh?
Fred, they're back...
They're back on the island!
-Who? -The photographers,
-they're here! -[WOMEN ARGUING]
No, stop it! Stop
fighting over me! Stop!
Wait a minute. Don't move.
If that man can have two
of the most beautiful models
in America fighting over him...
Get my drift, Wes?
The new line of men's
products I'm coming out with.
Of course!
The Marooned Man.
-Me? -WES: How about it, Fred?
It's a genius idea.
And when I get through
promoting you as
the Marooned Man,
you'll have every woman
in America at your feet.
- Every woman in the world.
- Yeah, every woman in the world!
And all I wanted was just one.
Grab hold of him, Celina!
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Go for it!
Now!
I love it!
[WOMEN GIGGLING]
Oh, it's just passed
: . Now what do we do?
What are we doing, period?
ROARKE: Come
toward me, Mrs. Gorman.
You will return to the present
and everything will happen
the way it did five years ago.
But you must hurry.
Who is that guy?
What's going on?
Lucy?
Lucy!
MINISTER: And do you
Lucinda Marie Patrick,
take this man to be your
lawfully wedded husband
for better or worse, in
sickness and in health,
for as long as
you both shall live?
I do.
MINISTER: Then by
the power vested in me,
I now pronounce
you man and wife.
Well, I don't know when
I'll get back to Cleveland,
Mr. Roarke. Uh, Revington
has us, uh, started out
on a -city promotional tour.
Yes, I know. The Marooned Man.
Very, very impressive.
And his Marooned Girls.
You both got the job?
Well, half a loaf, as they
say, is better than signing up
for unemployment.
[ALL CHUCKLING]
-Bye-bye. -Goodbye.
-Bye. -Goodbye.
I want to thank you both
very much for everything.
- You're very welcome.
- Thank you.
Mr. Connors, goodbye.
[LAWRENCE CHUCKLES]
What is it, Lawrence?
I was just thinking of
something you said, sir.
What's that?
If two women on a desert
island can become a hell,
we may have to redefine
the meaning of heaven.
We may indeed, Lawrence.
- LUCY: There you go.
- Come here, Amanda.
[ROARKE CHUCKLES]
Well, I see you finally
decided to leave us, huh?
It was Jack's idea to stay.
Yes, I've finally been doing
what I should have
been doing all along.
Relaxing and enjoying my family.
Well, are you two ready?
-For what? -Not it.
- Not it.
- Ah, that means Mommy's it.
Come on, peanut!
I think we've created a monster.
Thank you.
You're very welcome,
Mrs. Gorman.
Okay, you guys are
in big trouble now.
[LUCY GIGGLING]
LUCY: You better run.
LAWRENCE: Remember what
I said when they arrived, sir?
Yes, Lawrence,
the family that fantasizes
together, stays together.
Precisely.
Hmm.
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