07x22 - Surrogate Mother" / "The Ideal Woman

Episode transcripts for the TV show, "Fantasy Island". Aired: January 14, 1977 – May 19, 1984.*
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07x22 - Surrogate Mother" / "The Ideal Woman

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(BELL CHIMING)

- Good morning, Mr. Roarke.
- Good morning, Lawrence.

Smiles, everyone. Smiles!

That must be Ben Saunders, sir.

Yes. Mr. Saunders'
fantasy is deceptively simple,

but will require a most
complex solution, I'm afraid.

-Really, sir? -Yes.

What is his fantasy, sir?

His fantasy is to be reunited
with his estranged fiancee,

Miss Sally Marshall.

I just hope he won't be too
demanding of your time, sir.

Not of my time, Lawrence. But
definitely demanding of my ingenuity.

Miss Yolanda Morales.
Apparently a teetotaler, sir.

She declined a drink for a
very good reason, Lawrence.

She's going to have a baby.

But I thought it
was Miss Morales.

Oh, it is. But it's not what you
think. Miss Morales has a contract

to be a surrogate mother for a couple
who can't have a child of their own.

What on earth is she doing here?

She is here because she's now having
serious doubts about the whole arrangement.

Miss Morales' fantasy is
to find out this weekend

how she will feel about giving
up the baby after it's born.

But, sir, look at her!
She doesn't even show.

She must be eight months away.
How can she possibly know this weekend

how she will feel
after the baby is born?

By having the baby, Lawrence.

- This weekend?
- This weekend, yes.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Oh, no, no, no. We'll be ready.
Now listen, make sure you center that.

No, no. Center that exactly. No, to
the right, boys. Very good. Very good.

All right. Now, now, just
a moment. No, no, no.

No, no. No, a little to
your left. To the left...

Ah, there's the Greek
sculptor, Pierre LeBrun.

And the celebrated designer of
women's fashions, Walter Fielding.

Both here to supervise
our Beaux Arts Ball.

I don't know how you do it, sir.

Oh, there are ways,
Lawrence. There are ways.

But just remember the old saying,
there is no such thing as a free lunch.

Ah, here's Mr. Saunders.

- This is some place, Mr. Roarke.
- Thank you.

No wonder why you
charge so much for a fantasy.

Well, I'm delighted you have such
understanding of my problem, Mr. Saunders.

Problem, sir? You?

Yes. You see, Lawrence, Mr. Saunders
didn't have enough available money

at the moment to pay for his fantasy.
So rather than deprive him, I worked out

an arrangement which I
hope will be satisfactory.

Just what is this
arrangement, Mr. Roarke?

Ah, you will see
with your own eyes.

This way, please.

- Ah, hello, gentlemen.
- ALL: Good morning.

I know things look a bit chaotic,
but everything will be ready

by curtain time tomorrow night.

Now, we'll give you a pageantry
that your guests will always remember.

Now, uh, gentlemen, we're
gonna take a minute break here.

Ten minutes.

Mr. LeBrun, Mr. Fielding.
Mr. Saunders.

- How do you do?
- How do you do? Ben Saunders.

- Yes, yes.
- And my right hand man, Lawrence.

Gentlemen.

Now, are you two gentlemen
ready for your fantasies to begin?

We're ready right now, sir.

Um, excuse me. Mr. Roarke, uh,
their fantasies? What about mine?

All a necessary part of the
arrangement, Mr. Saunders. Trust me.

Oh, I understand, but...

Now, gentlemen. Uh,
you, Mr. LeBrun, describe

your ideal woman to me. The one
you wish you could carve in stone as

a beautiful Venus.

Yeah, only not cold and
aloof, but earthy with an

inner fire, seductive
and sensual.

Mmm. Mm-hmm.

And you, Mr. Fielding, said your ideal
woman would be fiery, tempestuous...

Exactly. A striking
woman of great passion.

Raw, lusty, filled with... Life.

Yes, yes. Lawrence.

Ah. Now close your eyes. Uh,
close your eyes, please. Thank you.

Both of you, if you don't mind.

Now picture in your minds the
ideal women you have described.

Concentrate and call out
the name of your ideal woman.

-Ava. Ava. Ava. -Rosalind.

Ava.

Rosalind.

The women of your dreams.

My dream woman.

Yes, I think things will proceed
very nicely from here on.

Yes. Gentlemen.

Gentlemen, if you please. I'll have
something of great importance to say

to all of you in my office in
precisely minutes. Please be there.

- Oh, but Mr. Roarke...
- minutes, Mr. Saunders.

Lawrence. Lawrence.
(SNAPS FINGERS)

(GUITAR PLAYING)

You play beautifully, Miss
Morales. Your fingering is excellent

and so is your feeling
for the instrument.

Thank you. I was trying to
build up courage for our interview.

- Courage?
- Yes. Music's always has helped me.

I'm sure you have enough courage
for whatever happens, Miss Morales.

Surely, I'm not
difficult to talk to, am I?

No, no. It's not you.

- It's me. I signed a surrogate mother...
- Surrogate mother.

- Surrogate mother contract.
- Right.

- Because I need the money.
- I understand.

No. You probably don't.

My sisters, they work hard.

They save and borrow every cent

they could to send
me to the United States.

And things didn't work
out too well for you.

No. And they put every
hope they had in me.

Many times a family turns to its
youngest to carry out the dreams for all

to do the things the rest could
not achieve. It's a heavy burden.

But I am the oldest, Mr. Roarke.
My sister Elena is three years younger

and Maria is five years younger.
But they both look older than I do.

That... That is what
poverty does to you.

May I ask how much are you
being paid to have this baby?

Enough to give my sisters
a chance of their own.

- So you agreed to artificial insemination?
- Yes.

But for you, it's now more than
just a business arrangement, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

A human being is
growing inside of me.

I don't know if
I can give it up.

It's a very difficult choice to
keep a baby you are bound to love

or give it up and be able to help
your sisters find new lives of their own.

That is why I am here, Mr. Roarke.
To know if I can give my baby away.

I understand your
dilemma, Miss Morales.

But, uh, isn't there something
more I should know?

Why do you ask that?

Excuse me, sir. You asked me to let you
know when Mr. and Mrs. Anderson arrived.

They're in their bungalow now.

Thank you, Lawrence.

They are here? But why?

Because they have a
right to be, Miss Morales.

The decision you make
will affect their lives, too.

MAN: Sweetheart.

Do you know what your mother
thinks about my not being able

to have children, do you? She makes
me feel as if I'm to blame somehow.

Oh, come on, honey.
You imagine things.

Do I? Damn it, Mike. My whole
heritage is to bear kids. Lots of kids.

Not to sit in an empty house staring at
four walls waiting for you to come home.

But that's why we're
doing this, sweetheart.

- Look, we'll be a complete family.
- Oh, I hope so.

We will.

(DOOR KNOCKING)

Yolanda, Mr. Roarke.

-Come in, please. -Thank you.

-Come in. -Thank you very much.

-Lawrence. -Sir.

Uh, Lawrence tells me there are
things to be moved, Mr. Anderson.

I'm not sure I understand.

Yes. I believe some things
were delivered here in error.

Oh?

I think someone mistook Mrs. Anderson
to be the mother of Mr. Anderson's child.

(CHUCKLING DISDAINFULLY)

Angela.

Hey, I'm okay. I'm fine. I mean,
it's a very easy mistake to make.

Did you order these
things, Mr. Anderson?

I just thought that Yolanda
might need a few things, yes.

Well, I'm sure you meant well.
Mrs. Anderson, is there something

in particular troubling you
about our arrangement?

No, of course not. I have
nothing to complain about.

It's just a little fast.

A little hard to get used to
the idea that by tomorrow night,

there'll be a baby and
I'll be an instant mother

and everything will
be just wonderful.

I understand. Now, Lawrence,
if you'll collect these clothes

for Miss Morales, we'll leave
these nice people to get acquainted.

No, no, no. Please don't. It is
better if I go too, Mr. Roarke.

I know how Mrs.
Anderson must feel.

Oh, no. Don't be silly,
Miss Morales. You stay.

Mr. Roarke can stay. In
fact, everybody can stay

because you all have a lot
more to do with this than I do.

Angela.

Tradition, gentlemen, calls
for one of the beautiful ladies

of the island to be named
Queen of our Beaux Arts Ball.

It has to be Rosalind.

She's the child of my mind.
Obviously, the ideal woman.

Are you joking? Ava is the only
choice. My own vision come to life.

Uh, the choice is
up to Mr. Roarke.

Well, it's always been that way in the
past, yes. However, since I, in effect,

uh, created the two ladies in
question, I believe the choice

this time should be made by
someone who can be utterly impartial.

I'm available, sir.

Uh, thank you very much, Lawrence.
But you are a part of Fantasy Island.

No, no. I was thinking more
in terms of a perspective

of an average guest, you see. Someone
like, uh, well, Mr. Saunders, for instance.

(SCOFFS)

I appreciate all this, Mr. Roarke.
But I have enough problems without

having every woman on this
island except one mad at me.

Oh, come on, Mr. Saunders.
It's not that difficult. I mean, you've

seen Rosalind. Classic features,
regal beauty. Everything about her...

Forget her. Ava is the
embodiment of womanhood itself.

All fire and sensuality...

This is a woman a man
dreams of all his life...

Nordically classic...

Mr. Roarke...

Gentlemen, gentlemen,
please. Now, please.

Please. Mr. Saunders' decision
must be made without bias or outside,

uh, persuasion. You must, uh, rely on
his fairness as a decent human being.

His judgment as a man.

You're absolutely right,
Mr. Roarke. He is, as you say,

- a man. He'll follow his male instincts.
- Of course, I'm sorry,

Mr. Saunders. But you can
understand I got a little carried away.

But I now will not in
any way influence you.

Thank you. Uh, excuse me, Mr. Roarke. May
I speak with you privately for a second?

Of course. Will you excuse us?

-Certainly. -Thank you.

Mr. Roarke, this is not gonna work. No
matter who I choose, one of these guys,

- or both of them, are gonna pick me apart.
- Don't you understand?

This is all part of the
arrangement I mentioned to you.

It's the only way to
achieve your own fantasy.

Oh, yeah. Everything so far has
been for them. Their ideal woman.

Well, what about mine? What about
Sally Marshall? She's not even here

on the island. Just
count me out, Mr. Roarke.

WALTER: If you listen to me for one
moment. You've got to keep an open mind.

PIERRE: I'm talking about
another woman who will...

Mrs. Anderson?

Uh, I'm afraid I'm not very good
company right now, Mr. Roarke.

Well, I'm sorry I wasn't able to
talk to you before Miss Morales'

fantasy was set in motion.

Oh, there's no need to apologize.
After all, what have I got to do with it?

(SIGHS)

Well, a very great
deal, I should think.

After all, you will raise the
child, be its mother for all its life.

Will I? Facts are facts, Mr. Roarke.
And the fact is, it's their baby.

My husband's and...
And hers, not mine.

Is it truly a baby you've
always wanted, Mrs. Anderson?

Of course. I've always wanted
a child. Ask my husband.

Ah. A child or your child? Is it
a baby you've always wanted?

Or has it been your pride in believing
that you could conceive and bear a child?

I couldn't help but overhear, sir.
Weren't you being a little harsh on her?

Not as harsh as she's
being on herself, Lawrence.

And I'm afraid there is a
bit of jealously mixed in too.

Jealousy, sir?

Yes. Between Miss
Morales and Mrs. Anderson.

They are both so involved
with their own personal feelings,

- I'm afraid they've forgotten the father.
- I see what you mean, sir.

There are so many undercurrents
of emotion working here

that we must be very careful,
Lawrence. Frankly, I'm worried.

Oh, I'm so excited about this
modeling. Excuse me, Ben! Ben, what,

- what are you doing here?
- Sally!

I, uh, I guess I could ask
you the same question.

Well, I, uh, I got a call to
model at the Beaux Arts Ball.

(SCOFFS) Is that with or
without your clothes on?

Are we gonna have to
do that number again?

Who's he?

A man with a very narrow mind who
used to be my fiance. Just ignore him, Cal.

Oh, Cal! So this is the
two-bit artist you cancelled

the minister and
the church over?

The nude body is not considered
dirty in this century, Mr. Saunders.

No, but how about
private? You're my fiancee.

Not some peep show for every guy
who's got a buck to spend on a magazine.

- Was your fiancee. Was your fiancee!
- Sally, why argue with him?

Why don't you mind
your own business!

Stop it! Stop it! You don't
own me, Ben Saunders!

No, I, uh, I don't. I'm
sorry, Sally. But I love you.

Then prove it.
Just, just grow up!

Ah, Mr. Saunders. How nice to see
you again. You, uh, remember Ava,

-don't you? -Well, yes.

- We were just discussing you.
- You were?

Such a young man for
such a responsibility.

She means, uh, selecting
the Queen of the Ball.

I admire men of decision.

- Well, I, uh, I haven't made any yet.
- You will, Ben. You will.

- Ro... Rosalind.
- Hello, darling.

Uh, this is my
bungalow, isn't it?

Of course it is.

Why are we wasting time?

You, uh, came well
prepared, didn't you?

Kiss me.

Rosalind, um, about the
Queen of the Beaux Arts Ball,

- I, uh, I haven't made up my mind yet.
- Haven't you?

Angela, I've been
worried about you.

I've been walking around.
Doing a lot of thinking.

Mike, I've been so wrapped
up in myself. So hurt by nature's

dirty trick on me that I didn't
even think what I was doing to you.

Look, honey, maybe I've
handled this all wrong. If, if...

Shhh. I've been doing
a lot of soul searching.

I do want this baby.

Everything inside me wants to
be the mother of your child, but...

I'll settle for what I can get.

Angie... Oh, Angie,
I love you so much.

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

I want to be Queen
of the Beaux Arts Ball.

- Do you like me, Ben?
- You're, um, you're fantastic.

Well Ben, you'll forget you've
ever known another woman.

I knew it. I knew I'd
find you here, Ava.

- Get out of here! This is a private party!
- Not anymore it isn't.

- Benjamin. It is Benjamin, isn't it?
- Ben is...

Stay away from him!
Don't you dare... Get off!

(SCREAMING)

Just take it easy, please.
Stop, what's... Stop it!

You've got a lot of nerve...
(SCREAMING INDISTINCTLY)

BEN: Take it easy! Stop it!

Now, you're mine.

(ROSALIND SCREAMS)

Easy, easy! (GRUNTS)

- Oh, the hell with it.
- AVA: Get away! Just stop it!

- Sally.
- And all this time you pretended you were

so innocent, so upright!

I can explain all of this.
What? Those women?

They're not even real.
They're just figments.

Well how's this for
another figment?

(CRASHING)

I'm gonna be the Queen!

You'll never have him. Just stay
away from me. You'll never be Queen.

You!

Women.

YOLANDA: Listen to me.
I am five months pregnant.

I can feel life inside of me.

Um, I have been thinking about all of
this and I know I owe my sisters, yes.

But I can't give back
my child, no matter what.

Miss Morales, I think you have an even
greater fear than just giving up your baby.

I don't know what you mean.

I check all my guests,
Miss Morales. Very carefully.

I know about your mother. About
your grandmother. How they d*ed.

I know about the babies
that d*ed with them.

Please!

And I know you carry
a genetic disability.

One that may strike at
the moment of giving birth.

Not always.

No, not always or you or your
sisters wouldn't have survived.

But what if it does happen?

Then I will die.

And my baby too.

(GUITAR PLAYING AND HUMMING)

The time is getting close,
Mr. Roarke. I feel it inside. You know.

Yes, I know. Are you all right?

Mr. Roarke, do you know if I
will survive? If my baby will live?

I can guarantee only that you'll
have the baby, nothing more. I'm sorry.

It's not your fault. It
was all my own doing.

When you signed the
contract, you didn't tell

the Andersons about
the danger, obviously.

How could I? They would have chosen
someone else. And I had to have the money.

But now you've decided to keep the
baby, so you can't help your sisters.

Both you and your baby are
in grave danger, Miss Morales.

And Mr. and Mrs. Anderson
will suffer either way.

I'm sorry, Mr. Roarke. I
only meant to do good.

BEN: Well, now what am I
supposed to do, Mr. Roarke?

- I've never been in such a mess.
- Really, sir, there are those

who would be more appreciative of being
desired by two absolutely stunning females.

Have you anyone in
mind we know, Lawrence?

Well, it's not really me
they're after anyway.

It's my vote for the
Queen of the Ball.

Are you sure you won't
join me, Mr. Saunders?

Oh, no thank you.

Anyway, all I wanted
to do is patch things

up with Sally. You were
supposed to help me.

Now she won't even talk to me.

You have piqued her
interest, haven't you?

Oh, have I?

Well, she came looking
for you, didn't she?

Yeah, but...

It seems to me that Miss Marshall is
now suffering from the same ailment

that she accused you of. The one that
caused her to cancel your wedding plans.

She's jealous. Mr. Roarke,
you're something of a sly fox.

Thank you.

(BEN LAUGHING)

Of course, this is all part of
your little arrangement, isn't it?

All right, if Sally's gonna blame
me for committing sins, it might

as well be sins that I really commit.
That will really make her jealous.

Thanks, Mr. Roarke.

Uh, no, Mr. Saunders, I
didn't mean for you to...

Uh, Mr. Saunders...

Well, where's he off to
with that silly little grin?

Another rendezvous
with one of those women?

I believe that's what
he has in mind, yes.

Oh, Mr. Roarke. What am I gonna
do? They're both so, so damn beautiful

and, I'm just me.

Miss Marshall, I thought you had
made up your mind that Mr. Saunders

wasn't the man
you really wanted.

A girl can change
her mind, can't she?

Are you saying
you want him back?

Yes. I mean, uh...

Yes, yes, I do.

But I don't want him to be jealous of me
every time I pose in the nude or whatever.

That, that's my
decision, not his.

Perhaps Mr. Saunders is
doing a little posing himself.

- To make you jealous, you know?
- No. No way, Mr. Roarke.

No. I saw him with my own eyes.
He didn't even know I was there.

There may be
extenuating circumstances.

(SALLY SIGHS)

That's great. That's just great.
You men all stick together, don't you?

Maybe those two sexpots aren't even
real, like Ben said, right? They're just

overheated, over-endowed figments
of too many male imaginations.

Uh, Miss Marshall,
if you truly love

Mr. Saunders, you may
have to prove it to him.

Wrong, Mr. Roarke. Ben may not
like me posing for photographers

and artists, but he never caught me
french kissing someone else. Never!

Is this fantasy
precisely on target, sir?

Have a grape, Lawrence. And when you
have, inform Mr. LeBrun and Mr. Fielding

that I want to see them
both in my office immediately.

Yes, sir.

MIKE: You're nine months pregnant! What
do you mean you're gonna keep the baby?

You signed a contract. You can't keep
the baby. It belongs to Angela and me.

- It belongs to me.
- Oh, I get the picture here.

Is it more money you
want? Is that it? Hmm?

I don't want any money.
How can you talk about money!

What's happened to her?

Miss Morales, this
means so very much to us.

Both of us. We want
this child desperately,

and my husband is its father.

Tell them the
rest, Miss Morales.

I can't do it, Mr. Roarke,
please. I can't do it!

All right, then I will.

Miss Morales' genes carry a family trait
that makes childbirth not only dangerous,

but often fatal.

Her own mother and grandmother both
d*ed in childbirth. Along with the infants.

- I can't believe this is happening.
- Mike. Please, Mike.

You are a woman, you
understand me, don't you?

Well, I'm, I'm trying, but at the moment
I have a husband who's in a lot of pain.

Oh, my God, it's, it's his baby
who may die too, you know.

I know. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Miss Morales, please, you must
calm yourself. Sit down, please.

(GASPS)

What? What is it?
Are you all right?

I think you better
get me to the hospital.

I'll get the ambulance.
Please stay with her.

Of course. But what about
Mike? He's gotta know, too.

Don't worry. I'll find him.

Don't worry. We'll
get you to the hospital.

I thought I might find
you here, Mr. Anderson.

What made you
think that, Mr. Roarke?

Because this is where I often come
when I'm troubled or need to think.

The beauty seems to
have a healing effect.

I'm sorry I ran out like that.

Oh, I can understand running
from a pain that at first seems to...

I was cheated, Mr. Roarke.
And so was Angie.

And so was Miss Morales,

Mr. Anderson. Cheated by fate,
by life. Yet she was willing to risk

her own life to achieve the miracle
of bringing a new life into this world.

- Your child.
- Test-tube father, yes. But you heard her.

Whatever happens, the
baby will never be mine.

The baby will always be yours,
Mr. Anderson, no matter what happens.

You are its father.

Yes.

And Miss Morales, at this very minute,
is in labor trying to deliver that child.

You're right, it is my kid.

Can you take me there?

That's why I came.

Thank you, doctor. The doctor
says there are some problems.

The baby's heart
rate has dropped.

Are you saying the
baby isn't gonna make it?

There is still hope, Mr. Anderson.
You must believe that.

- And Yolanda?
- She's having a very hard time of it.

She's a very brave woman.

And all we've
done is pick on her.

She understands
pain above all things.

Yes, I suppose that's a special
knowledge that women share.

And some men. And some men.

Doctor, come quickly.

Sally?

- Oh, have, uh, we met?
- She doesn't want to talk to you.

Butt out. Sally,
we have to talk.

Well, why don't you just go to talk
to one of those figments of yours.

- Look here, Saunders...
- No. You look here, Cal. If you want her,

you're gonna have to fight for
her. Now come on. Come on.

Fight for her? I
hardly know her.

Sorry.

Wow. You certainly have changed.

No. Not really.

I told you that I loved you.

Well, what about all
those other women?

All? There're just two of them. Oh,
come on, Sally. They're not even real.

- They're just...
- Don't start with me, Ben.

Well, they're not real to me.
I mean, they're not like you.

I mean, you're like
peaches and cream.

Fresh bread and honey and...

- And?
- And I'm so in love with you...

So there you are, Benji.
Have you missed me?

Sally.

Control yourself, Ava.
All fire and passions...

I... I wouldn't know.

It's not what Ava has
told me, Saunders.

Oh. Whatever she
told you is not true.

Are you saying she's a liar? Come on,
Saunders. We're going somewhere quiet

to talk about who
you'll select Queen.

- Oh, no, we won't.
- Saunders, wait!

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Oh, my. Very
impressive, Lawrence.

Magnificent, sir. We've
outdone ourselves again.

I just hope you're wrong.

Ah, Romeo and Juliet.

- Mr. Roarke?
- I've been looking for Miss Marshall.

-She won't be coming. -What?

I really lost her this time. Anyway,
I've been wanting to talk to you.

-You see... -Yes?

Have you, uh, made your
choice for the Queen yet?

Not yet. But I
don't have time...

Well, you better make up your
mind quickly, Mr. Saunders.

The moment has arrived.

May I remind you that you must pick
the woman you truly believe has the

qualities of a worthy Queen. Uh,
rely on your integrity, Mr. Saunders.

But Mr. Roarke, please...

Your integrity.

Thank you.

My dear guests, ladies and
gentlemen, the moment we've all been

waiting for has finally arrived. Mr. Ben
Saunders will now announce his decision

for that exalted position,
Queen of the Beaux Arts Ball.

Mr. Saunders, if you please.

Excuse me, Mr. Roarke.
Can I ask you one last favor?

Last favor? Of course, but...

Please tell Sally the
truth about all this.

About Ava and Rosalind, who
they really are. She may believe you.

All right, Mr. Saunders.
I understand. I'll try.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Mr. Saunders.

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)

Uh, ladies and gentlemen, you can
imagine how difficult it is to choose

one rare rose from a garden
that's full of them. So important

a responsibility that I cannot
allow any, any outside influence

to affect my decision. I have made
my choice. It's based on qualities like

beauty, of course. More inner
beauty than the other kind.

That, that feeling you get when you're
around a real queenly woman. A warmth.

A wholeness. A goodness.

May I now present to you

the Queen of the
Beaux Arts Ball:

Miss Sally Marshall.

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)

What? Oh, me?

Uh, Mr. Saunders.
Mr. Saunders, what is it?

Your selection was perfect.

Oh, you don't understand, Mr. Roarke.
Fielding and LeBrun both have g*ns

and they're both gonna blow me
away for not picking their ideal woman.

Mr. Saunders.
Mr. Saunders! Look.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

What's going on?

Love. Love, Mr. Saunders.
You see, to help solve

your problem, I called Mr. LeBrun
and Mr. Fielding into my office

and I explained to them that while
it's true that two of them will become

even more famous by having their
ideal woman chosen as Queen, that,

- um, there will be a price to pay.
- Uh, what kind of a price?

If either Ava or
Rosalind were chosen

Queen, she would
cease to exist at midnight.

Oh. You mean back to being a
block of marble or a dress dummy?

Precisely. The two gentlemen
were trying to frighten you into

not picking their ideal
woman as Queen of the Ball.

(LAUGHING JOYFULLY)

Well, Mr. Saunders, it seems we
have now solved everyone's problems,

doesn't it? Huh?

(CHUCKLING)

Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

- Ben? I love you.
- I love you, too.

(LAUGHING AND KISSING)

- NURSE: Just Mr. Roarke, please.
- I'm going in, too.

Thank you.

I'm glad you are here.

It's sort of our baby
together, you know?

I know.

(GROANING)

Hang on to me. I don't mind.

You and me together. (GRUNTS)

Together.

Angela.

Hold on, Yolanda.

Relax, Yolanda. Relax.

I'll stay here with you.

- Mike.
- You took so long. Is, is everything okay?

Yes. Aren't they beautiful?

Come see your son.

Take him.

A perfect specimen.
Isn't he, Mr. Roarke?

Absolutely perfect,
Miss Morales.

Your wife shared the pain,
Mr. Anderson. Now, she deserves to share

the joy of your baby with you.

Are, are you saying that everything's...
Everything's as we planned?

(WHISPERING) Yes,

She's saying more than that,
Mr. Anderson. She's also saying that

the miracle of giving life
can be reward enough.

Thank you.

What will you call him?

- Uh, what was your father's given name?
- Pedro.

Okay, then? All right, look
out world. Make room for Peter!

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(LAWRENCE SNIFFLES)

Are you all right, Lawrence?

Oh, great, sir. Don't mind me.

Miss Morales,
your fantasy is over.

- Did you forget that the baby wasn't real?
- I'm afraid we all did.

But wasn't it wonderful? And we all
learned so much about love, didn't we?

Yes. And also about wisdom and
courage. Upon which can be built

a joyous reality for all of you.
And for the real baby when it's born.

Where's Ben, Mr. Roarke?

I didn't get a chance to see him
or congratulate Miss Marshall.

Uh, Mr. Saunders and his new
bride are staying on for an extra week

to enjoy a honeymoon and I assure you,
Mr. Saunders chose the Queen based on

- his own honest opinion.
- Without the slightest doubt.

- Thank you, Mr. Roarke. We gotta be going.
- Goodbye, sir.

-Thank you. -Ladies. Sir.

There aren't enough words
to thank you, Mr. Roarke.

There is no need. You
know your own mind now.

Yeah.

We're flying back to
the mainland together.

Yolanda will stay with
us until the baby is born.

Splendid.

Splendid, indeed.
Congratulations to all of you.

Thank you.

-Muchas gracias. -Nada.

-Goodbye, Mr. Roarke. -Goodbye.

-Goodbye ladies, sir. -Goodbye.

Thank you!
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