(BELL RINGING)
- Good morning Mr. Roarke.
- Good morning, Lawrence.
MR. ROARKE: Smiles,
everyone, smiles.
LAWRENCE: That must
be Mrs. Sheila McKenna,
but why does she look so sad?
She's both sad and
angry, Lawrence,
which is why her fantasy is to
start a new life with a new man.
Was she having
trouble with the old one?
MR. ROARKE: Unfortunately,
that's precisely the problem.
After many years of marriage,
Mrs. McKenna has found out that
her husband has been unfaithful.
So she divorced him?
Not yet, Lawrence,
not quite yet.
But that certainly
is her intention.
LAWRENCE: Mr. Jack
Palmer and his wife Roxanne.
The gentleman, I believe, Sir,
is a certified public accountant
- from Cardiff, Wales.
- Yes, Lawrence.
And for a man with such
a sedentary occupation,
Mr. Palmer has asked for
a most dangerous fantasy.
You are familiar with the
name d*ck Turpin, of course?
The famous highwayman? Why
every schoolboy knows d*ck Turpin.
In the seventeen hundreds, the name
d*ck Turpin sent a chill down the spine
of every constable in England.
And his fantasy is to go back
and meet that notorious rogue?
No, Lawrence. His fantasy is to
be that notorious rogue himself.
Can you do that?
That's the easy part, Lawrence.
Mr. Palmer's living through the
experience that will be the difficult part.
My dear guests, I am
Mr. Roarke, your host.
Welcome to Fantasy Island.
SHEILA: I just love my
bungalow, Mr. Roarke.
Did you know I design interiors?
Oh, yes. I believe you
began your interior design firm
ten years ago, just
before your marriage.
Before I made the
biggest mistake of my life.
Mrs. McKenna, I know how painful
breaking up a marriage can be,
but please, try to relax.
That's how I got into this mess.
I was too relaxed, too trusting.
Every time I think of that
two-timing louse enjoying a...
A cozy weekend
in Aspen, Colorado,
with some little,
some little cutie,
it just sends me
right up the wall.
Uh, Mrs. McKenna, does your
husband know you are here?
No. Only Margot, my best
friend, knows about this
Then Mr. McKenna is not
aware of your intentions?
Who cares? I left him a note
saying that I was leaving him.
He's getting the same
consideration that he gave me.
You haven't settled
anything with your husband
and yet your fantasy is to
start a new life with a new man?
Sounds very much
like revenge to me.
Oh, so what?
Well, the question I'm
trying to raise is this,
will you like yourself if
you go through with this
merely on the basis of revenge?
Everybody else is doing
anything and everything they want,
and keeping their self-respect.
Well, I'm going learn
how to be like them.
Isn't that part of the new wave?
It's a very old wave,
Mrs. McKenna,
and a very sad one.
I'm a big girl, Mr. Roarke.
I can take care of myself.
- Sheila...
- Ah, my husband, Frank.
Sheila, you just
can't run out on me.
I mean, we've got
ten years of marriage...
It's a little late to start
thinking about that.
Please, Mr. McKenna,
Mrs. McKenna,
if you talk quietly,
perhaps, alone.
No, no way. Thank you.
What did she tell you?
Other than that you
had an extramarital affair
and are, as she put
it, "A two-timing louse,"
absolutely nothing.
And naturally you took
her word for that, didn't you?
Mr. McKenna, when
somebody requests a fantasy.
It's necessary to check their
background very carefully,
including the background of those
nearest them, you understand?
Meaning you know the truth?
Of course,
and if you truly love your
wife and want her back,
I suggest you do a little
soul searching, Mr. McKenna,
before you talk to her again.
I know every word that was ever
written about d*ck Turpin, Mr. Roarke.
Like this poem.
"Over the cobbles he clattered
and clashed in the dark inn yard.
"He tapped with his whip on the
shutters, but all was locked and barred."
Yes, Mr. Palmer,
I know the poem.
"The wind was a torrent of
darkness among the gusty trees.
"The moon was a ghostly
galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.
"The road was a ribbon of
moonlight over the purple moors,
"and the highwayman
came riding..."
-"Riding..." -"Riding...
"Up to that old inn
door." Sorry, sir.
That's very good, Lawrence.
Yes, Mr. Palmer, I am very
familiar with d*ck Turpin.
After all he's your fantasy.
(STAMMERING) Jack, I'm
afraid for you. I don't want you hurt.
I also know that if I try to stop you
from doing this, you'll never forgive me.
There is danger,
Mr. Palmer. There is danger.
d*ck Turpin lived
outside the law,
a hunted man.
JACK: Well, of
course, there's danger.
I mean, danger was
d*ck Turpin's middle name.
Do you know what my
middle name is? Dull.
Still better dull
than dead, Sir.
All too true, Lawrence.
Mrs. Palmer, if
you truly object...
He has to do this,
Mr. Roarke, for both our sakes.
Very well, then. If
you both return in, say,
half an hour, your fantasy
will begin, Mr. Palmer.
- Thank you.
- You're very welcome, Sir.
- Goodbye, Mr. Roarke.
- Mrs. Palmer.
May I say you look lovely,
madam, if a little lonesome.
Thank you, Lawrence. I intend to do
something about the lonesome part.
I suggest this plan of yours
just doesn't seem your style at all.
You're exactly right, Lawrence,
But it will be soon.
- Sheila?
- Oh. What are you doing here?
Oh. Uh, I'm looking
for your husband.
He took off so fast after he
got that Dear John letter of yours
that he forgot to leave you the final
papers on that property sale in Aspen.
Then you know all
about Frank and me?
I'm sorry about the
two of you splitting up.
I hope that you know that I'm
here for you whenever you want it.
Oh, thanks.
I'm glad I found you when I did.
It's not good for a woman in
your position to be alone right now.
What do you mean "my position"?
On the rebound. Every
man in the place can sense it.
They'll be on you
like a wet T-shirt.
(SCOFFS)
And you're going to protect
me from these animals, is that it?
(CHUCKLES)
Look, Sheila, you know that I've always
felt, you know, something special for you?
Special, huh?
And I always thought you
were just trying to be a nice guy.
NORM: Frank?
Now I know why you
two are such good friends.
You're both alike.
What'd you say to her, Norm?
Nothing
You didn't tell her it
was Margot, did you?
I mean, if she knew it was her best friend
that I'd spent that time with in Aspen...
I don't want to get in
the middle of that, okay?
Checkmate.
-(KNOCKING) -Ah, Mr. And
Mrs. Palmer. Come in, please.
Come in.
Right on time.
Lawrence?
Lawrence, will you please...
Oh, yes, sir.
Mr. Roarke, all my life
I've wanted this fantasy.
Oh, I know.
Thank you, Lawrence.
It is said that this
once belonged...
To d*ck Turpin.
It could stand you
in good stead, Sir.
(WHISPERING) This
belonged to d*ck Turpin!
Now, are you ready?
I've never been so ready
for anything in all my life.
Good. This way, please.
Roxy, isn't this...
- Where did she go?
- Have no fear, Mr. Palmer.
You will see your
wife again very soon.
However, she
won't recognize you.
You mean she's
part of my fantasy?
Do you suggest your wife
stay behind during all this?
- But it...
- Of course, I can cancel your fantasy.
No, no, but it'll be all
right, though, won't it?
There will be certain...
Complications in your relationship,
which you will soon discover.
Now, concentrate on the poem
you were quoting
earlier, Mr. Palmer.
Concentrate on the highwayman.
Heed the French cocked
hat on his forehead...
And a bunch of lace at his chin.
A coat of claret velvet...
And breeches...
Brown doe skin.
Now, off to your adventure.
(HORSE NEIGHING)
Mr. Roarke did it.
I am d*ck Turpin.
MAN: It's d*ck Turpin! Get him!
(g*n f*ring)
MARGOT: Hi.
Margot! Oh!
Boy, I don't know why you're
here, but I'm sure glad to see you.
Oh, I thought you might
need a shoulder, you know.
No. I'm doing just fine.
I know you must
be broken hearted.
Now, tell me how
you really feel.
Is it really over with you and Frank,
or are you just playing hard ball?
Yes, it is over and yes
I am playing hard ball.
If you need any tips about how to
play the game, remember, I'm an expert.
You don't know
what it feels like...
To be betrayed by somebody
that you loved, trusted.
You need a drink.
Yeah. We both do.
- Oh, got a cigarette?
- In my purse, dear.
Aspen!
Two drinks coming up.
Something wrong?
This is the same hotel
that Frank stayed in.
Really?
- It was you.
- You know me better than that.
It bothered me, but I
couldn't figure it out,
all those long
lingering looks at Frank,
and the expensive presents
that you used to buy him.
Oh, come on. I gave you
presents too, for crying out loud.
No. No, no, no. It was you.
And that's why you're
here. It's not to console me.
You just wanna to make sure
that I don't take Frank back.
Sheila, you have
got me all wrong.
Not anymore, I don't.
(SOBBING)
Dickie, you're late. The
coach is about to arrive.
Who are you?
I did what you asked me to...
Wait a minute.
There it is. Let's go.
DONALD: Halt. Stand and deliver.
Hand over your jewels.
- You will hang for this.
- Silence. Deliver.
AUDREY: I'm willing to deliver.
-Audrey. -Just a thought, dear.
Driver, on your way.
(DRIVER CLICKING TONGUE) Ya, ya!
All right. Come on,
let's go rescue Roxanne.
Hey, you, just a minute. Who are you
anyway? How do you know about Roxanne?
Dickie. There you go again,
teasing your old friend, Donald King,
when it was you yourself who tells me
to find where Roxanne was being held.
Held? Come, man. Let's go.
Norm, I'm so happy to find you.
-Sheila? -Uh, huh.
Oh, you look... Terrific!
Ah, well, from now on I
intend to feel terrific too.
I think I like what
you're saying.
Norm, you knew that Margot was
with Frank in Aspen, didn't you?
He didn't think you knew.
He made me promise
to keep my mouth shut.
Thanks. I wasn't
positive until this moment.
I just wanted to
make sure I was right.
And, now, how about us?
Are we "friends" too?
I'd like it if we were
a lot more than that.
Shall we?
Looks like Sheila's
getting even, Frank.
Thanks to you for
following me to Aspen, yeah.
I don't remember having to
twist your arm once I got there.
- Look, Sheila, I can explain...
- No, don't sweat it, Frank.
There's just something
that I forgot to give to Margot.
SHEILA: Now I'm ready.
Look, I don't think maybe
this is the right time for this.
I mean after all
he is my friend.
Yeah, well, Margot
is my friend too.
Now, let's go do what
friends do to each other.
Come on.
Come on.
Roxy, come quick!
I'll go nowhere with you, d*ck
Turpin, until I know what you're up to.
Roxy, it's me.
Dickie, hurry.
Roxanne, I'm trying to rescue
you. I want to get you out of here.
Stay away from me!
If I were you, I'd
fight with her later.
Stop! Stop! I know
your intentions!
My intention is to
save your bloody life.
Ahhh! Put me down, d*ck Turpin!
NORM: Here's to us.
Sheila, you're not cooperating.
Oh, well, I'm out
of practice I guess.
Sure. Well, we've got all night.
- No, you don't.
- Get out of here.
Like hell. You're still my wife.
That didn't stop you from going
to bed with my best friend, did it?
I made a mistake. I'm sorry.
- Sure, until the next time.
- There won't be any next time, Sheila.
I love you. I always
have, and I always will.
Just get out of here, Frank,
out of my life, and I mean it.
Where's that drink you gave me?
- I drank it.
- Well, pour me another.
All gone.
Look, Sheila, maybe this whole
thing isn't such a good idea.
- I mean, after all...
- Well, I think you're right.
I'm guess I'm not cut out to
be much of a swinger, am I?
(CHUCKLES) Face it, darling, you're
not going to be much good to yourself
or anybody else until
you're over Frank.
I'm sorry. I guess
you'd better go now.
-I guess you're right. -Yeah.
Sheila, this is my bungalow.
(LAUGHS)
But if you ever want to make
it our bungalow, I'll be waiting.
Thanks, Norm. You never know.
DONALD: Well, I worked
meself up an appetite here.
We'll get some good ale and
some good venison here, me darlin'.
- DONALD: Come on, Dickie, I'm starving.
- Right.
(LAUGHTER AND CHATTER)
-Mr. Roarke? -Shh.
That sounds a bit outrageous,
but I'll try anything once. Excuse me.
DONALD: On a horse? At full
gallop you say? Well I think I might...
I see your friend
Donald is his usual self,
but I'm not at all
sure about you.
Well, just hang in there.
I'm doing the best I can.
If there's any hanging to be done, it'll
be you, at the end of the king's rope.
That'll never happen,
I promise you.
Look, I know you don't
understand but you're safe now.
Just one more day
and my whole fantasy...
I mean this whole adventure...
Will be over with. So just
remember that, would you?
I remember well enough. You promised
to give up your wayward ways, d*ck Turpin!
I will. I'm turning over a new leaf
in more ways than one, Roxanne.
Dickie... They want a song here.
(CHEERING)
Well, he said, I
could sing, I think.
♪ Here's to the
maiden of bashful fifteen
♪ Now to the widow of fifty
♪ Here's to the flaunting
extravagant queen
♪ and here's to the
housewife that's thrifty
♪ Let the toast
pass drink to the lass
♪ I warrant she'll prove
an excuse for the glass
♪ Let the toast
pass drink to the lass
♪ I warrant she'll prove
an excuse for the glass
♪ Here's to the charmer
whose dimples with pride
♪ Now to the maid
who has none, sir
♪ Here's to the girl
with a pair of blue eyes
♪ and here's to the
nymph with but one, sir
♪ Let the toast pass
drink to the lass... ♪
Here's the reward
money for both of us,
the ransom for d*ck's neck.
Tell them that Turpin is here.
♪ Here's to a maid
with a bosom of snow
♪ Now to the brown as a berry
♪ Here's to the wife
with a face full of woe
♪ and now to the
damsel that's merry
♪ Let the toast
pass drink to the lass
♪ I warrant she'll prove
an excuse for the glass
♪ Let the toast
pass drink to the lass
♪ I warrant she'll prove
and excuse for the glass
♪ Let them be clumsy
or let them be slim
♪ Married I care not a feather
♪ Fill a pint tankard
quite up to the brim
♪ and let us all
toast them together
♪ Let the toast
pass drink to the lass
♪ I warrant she'll prove
an excuse for the glass
♪ Let the toast
pass drink to the lass
♪ I warrant she'll prove
an excuse for the glass ♪
(WHISTLING AND CHEERING)
Turning over a
new leaf, are you?
Please show me to a room.
With the greatest of pleasure,
dear lady, the greatest of pleasure.
Mr. Roarke, we have to talk.
I thought you might have
a question or two by now.
Question? I want to
call this whole thing off.
Roxanne got kidnapped, and besides
that she doesn't even recognize me.
Mr. Palmer, or should
I say, Mr. Turpin,
I told you there would
be certain complications.
Well, un-complicate
it. I want out.
Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Palmer, that's
the one thing I can't give you.
What do you mean you can't
give me? I want to stop this.
There is no way to stop it, not until
the fantasy has run its course, you see.
Are you trying to tell me
that I have to stay here?
Only until tomorrow,
Mr. Palmer, only until tomorrow.
WOMAN: Oh!
Mr... Oh, great. Just great.
- Excellent choice, Lawrence.
- Thank you, sir.
Mr. Roarke?
Ah, Mr. McKenna.
- May I offer you some brandy?
- Thank you.
Lawrence?
You look distraught.
Yeah, well, I've been walking on
the beach, thinking, really thinking.
That's something we all
need to do from time to time.
Thinking that is.
Mine is a little bit overdue.
Are you referring to the, as they say,
"mess" you've made of your marriage?
That's it, Mr. Roarke.
Looking back, I guess I
was a bachelor too long.
When Sheila and I were married
we both had separate careers
so I was on my own
a lot in strange cities.
With your wife's best friend?
-That was only once. -Oh.
Margot's been throwing
herself at me for years.
I guess this time I
just forgot to duck.
But why, Mr. McKenna?
Why was this time different?
If you know the answer to that,
you may know the
answer to your problem.
Perhaps even save your marriage.
I guess I was feeling sorry for myself.
Sort of an accumulated frustration.
-About what? Sheila would never
go on any of my business trips.
I know it sounds stupid.
I mean, maybe I was just
tired of feeling lonesome,
tired of missing her.
Have you told your
wife that, Mr. McKenna?
Not for a long time.
Why don't you tell her again?
Tell her how you really feel.
ROXANNE: Just what
do you think you're doing?
Well, this is the wenching
part Mr. Roarke promised me.
How dare you. Get
out of my bedroom
- Roxy, I'm your husband.
- Not yet you're not.
At the rate you're
going, you never will be.
Well, what's an adventure
without a little lovemaking?
(STAMMERING) I'll scream,
d*ck Turpin. I'll... Oh...
- Did I ever tell you I love you?
- Often.
- Well, Roxy, I promise...
- (DOOR OPENS)
Oh, sorry to be a bother. I thought
this might interest the two of you.
The Red Coats are coming up the road.
Somebody must have tipped them off.
ROXANNE: Now you
don't even stay the night.
DONALD: They really want
you badly. They never give up.
- Come on, Dickie, let's go.
- This fantasy is getting complicated.
- Where are you going?
- How should I know.
When will you be back?
When I find Roarke, and
he gets us out of here.
Roarke? What's a Roarke?
Take her. He'll be back for
this one. She's his whore.
DONALD: Whoa, whoa.
- Well, that's strange.
- What's strange?
- Well, they haven't been chasing us.
- What does that mean?
I don't know,
but I don't like it.
I think we'd better spread out
and find out what's going on.
Well, I'm gonna go
back and get Roxanne.
(URGES HORSE FORWARD)
Ahhh! Stop! Stop it!
Ahhh! d*ck, run for your
life! Stop that! Ahhh! Ahhh!
MAN: It's Turpin. Get him.
MAN: After him.
There you go, Sheila, honey.
I wasn't sure if you said
whole or malt so I got them both.
Oh, well, I'm not surprised.
And lots of onions. Put
some hair on your chest.
Yeah.
- Sheila, we have to talk.
- Look, will you get out of here?
-I've got a date. -You? A date?
That's why I'm here, to start
a new life with a new man.
- Him?
- "Him" has a name. It's Charlie.
I've also got a chair
and you're sitting in it, pal.
Look, would you mind if I have a
new minutes with my wife, okay?
Your wife? Ah,
then you're Frank?
- Frank.
- I couldn't soap off my wedding ring
so I could throw
it down a sewer.
Charlie saw it and
he asked me about us.
Yeah, Frank, and from what I've been
hearing I figured you had claws or fangs.
I'd like to speak to my wife in
private for a few minutes, okay?
- Will you be okay?
- What do you mean will she be okay?
Charlie, why don't you
take a jog around the lake?
I'll see you when you get back.
You hurt the little
lady, Frankie...
I'll break your thumbs.
Break my thumbs?
What'd you tell that guy,
that I'm the beast of
Fantasy Island or something?
Look, you have your minute
now what do you want?
A smile maybe, a little pat on the head
to tell me that everything's all right,
that this isn't some kind
of a crazy nightmare,
that everything's gonna
be like it used to be?
Just like that? Forget
what you did. Just like that?
Sheila, what's done
is done. I can't undo it.
I know, but forgetting just
won't cut it. I can't forget.
Now will you please just leave.
MR.ROARKE: Excuse me.
Well, Mrs. McKenna, now that you seem
to have your revenge, how do you feel?
I don't know, Mr. Roarke.
Well, you can be sure of one thing.
You've probably have driven your husband
into the arms of
the other woman.
All alone, Margot?
What a surprise.
You're looking for
Frank. Not to worry,
he had some business to take care
of, but I'll be meeting him in an hour.
-So thanks. -For what?
For going on the make with
your best friend's husband?
For that slap you gave me.
Makes taking Frank away
from you a whole lot easier.
I wouldn't be so
confident, and besides,
it seems that you're a nice place to
visit, but nobody wants to live there.
Cool it, Sheila!
You don't have
to be a hypocrite.
At least I was there when Frank
needed somebody. Where were you?
And wasn't I lucky
to have a "best friend"
to stroke Frank's ego,
while I wasn't there.
You know, I really feel sorry for
you, Margot. You're such a sad person.
- Don't say that to me.
- I mean it.
- I don't need your sympathy.
- Good day, ladies...
- I wasn't talking about sympathy...
- Lovely day...
You lead a very empty life, Margot,
and you try to give it some meaning
by having affairs with some
other woman's husband.
- Well, I pity you.
- Pity, huh? I'll show you pity!
(SHEILA YELPS)
Backstabbing slimy
little home wrecker!
Ladies, please.
(GASPING)
MARGOT: You haven't
had a home in years.
Oh, Margot. What am I
doing? It's not your fault.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry too that it
turned out this way.
- Oh, Mr. Roarke.
- Are you all right, madam?
Yes. Oh, you know you
were right about driving Frank
into Margot's arms. It's over.
Is it, Mrs. McKenna? It seems
to me that you just demonstrated
you're still willing to
fight for your marriage.
It takes two to make
a marriage work,
and I'm just beginning to realize how
much of my end of it I didn't hold up.
Which doesn't excuse what
your husband did, of course,
but it at least should
help you understand why.
Do you know where Frank is?
I think you'll find him
in the north garden.
I must say, Sir, sometimes the way
in which you work out these fantasies,
- completely mystifies me.
- Thank you, Lawrence.
Thank you.
Roarke, where the
hell have you been?
Calm yourself,
Mr. Palmer, calm yourself.
(STUTTERING) Calm? You want
calm? I've been sh*t. Look at me.
You wanted this adventure Mr. Palmer.
This is the reality of d*ck Turpin's life.
Yes, but being sh*t
wasn't part of the package.
I mean, I didn't want to get hurt. I
didn't want to put Roxanne in danger.
- She could have been hurt.
- Mr. Palmer, she already has been.
What? What? You...
But you promised!
I promised nothing beyond
your realizing your fantasy.
Mr. Palmer, in trying to
warn you, she was wounded.
My God. She can't be.
Your wife loves you enough
to give up her life for you.
But then in her own way she's
always been "giving up her life"
for you, hasn't she?
You just haven't noticed.
- I've got to go back.
- Mr. Palmer, the Red Coats are there.
Death is death. If
you die here, you stay.
Yes, but what about Roxanne?
Remember d*ck Turpin and the poem,
"Blood red were his
spurs in the golden gloom,
"wine red was his velvet coat when
they sh*t him down on the highway,
"down like a dog on the highway,
"and he lay in his blood on the highway
with a bunch of lace at his throat."
That's d*ck Turpin. And you just
reminded me, I'm Jack Palmer,
and I'm going back for my wife.
SHEILA: Do you
still want to talk?
More than anything in the world.
I don't know if it'll
help, you understand.
Yeah, but I'd like to try.
I guess I would too.
Like I told you, what happened
will never happen again.
How can you be sure?
How can I be sure?
By both of us understanding
how it happened,
by being more loving
and considerate.
How did it happen?
Margot had asked
me when I was going to
finalize that condo
deal in Aspen with Norm.
Well, she said she'd look me up in
Aspen and that we'd make romantic history.
I thought she was
joking, so I said, "Sure."
I didn't mean it,
Sheila. I wasn't serious.
She was, of course.
She was.
When I got to Aspen on Tuesday,
she was already in my hotel room.
Sheila, look, I was lonely,
and I was angry because I'd
already asked you to go with me,
but you had some
apartment to decorate.
I remember.
She played on that, not that she
was any more guilty than I was,
but after a few too many drinks,
and a lot of self pity,
I could have thrown myself off one of
those cliffs up there but it was too late.
Is it too late, Frank, for us?
Not if we take an honest look
at ourselves and our relationship
and put some love and
understanding back into it.
I think I'd like to try.
(MAN SINGING) ♪ There
was a wild and reckless man
♪ d*ck Turpin was his name
♪ He rode to save his lady
fair or die and end his shame ♪
d*ck: Roxy's got to be all
right. How did the poem go?
"Her eyes grew wide for a moment.
She drew one last deep breath.
"Then her finger moved in the moonlight.
The musket shattered right through it.
"shattering her breast in the
moonlight and warn him with her death."
Oh, God, no. Roxy can't be dead!
(GRUNTS)
Sweetheart, please, please.
Go. If you love
me, save yourself.
I'll save us both,
or we'll die together.
Hold on sweetheart.
We'll make it yet.
Our only chance is Black Bess. She's under
the window, but you have to hold on tight.
I love you, Roxanne,
for ever and ever.
-Roxy. -Oh, I'm all right, Jack.
Oh, I remember
now. I'm so sorry...
Shhh. That's all I want to do to do
for the rest of my life is to be with you,
your loving, caring,
dedicated, dull husband.
(SIGHS HAPPILY)
Well, I hope you were satisfied
with your adventure, Mr. Palmer?
Mr. Roarke, I'll never complain
about my nice, safe, dull life again.
A happy life.
Jack says he's going to bring
a little Turpin into our own lives.
Sir?
Oh, don't worry, Lawrence,
just the romantic part.
-Goodbye. -Goodbye, Mr. Palmer.
-Goodbye, Lawrence. -Madam.
Hello, Mr. Roarke. We may
have come here separately,
but we're leaving the
right way. Together!
And with love and
a new understanding
which will ensure a
bright future together.
Thanks to you. What would
we all do without him, Lawrence?
Poorly, madam,
very poorly indeed.
- Thank you. Goodbye.
- You're welcome.
-Goodbye. -Thanks.
You look troubled, Lawrence.
Well, she did ask for a new man, sir. I
mean, that's what she came here for...
- That's when she wanted.
- It was what she asked for, yes,
but it was definitely not what she
came here for, nor what she truly wanted.
How do you know that, sir?
Well, in our business knowing such
things goes with the territory, doesn't it?
- I still don't understand you.
- That's good, Lawrence.