(BELL TOLLING)
Good morning, Mr. Roarke.
Good morning, Lawrence.
(LAUGHTER)
Smiles, everyone.
Smiles.
(♪♪)
LAWRENCE: And who
are these ladies, sir?
MR. ROARKE: Three
highly skilled nurses
whose fantasy has been
arranged by a grateful patient
who, by the way, is
also on Fantasy Island.
A rather well-to-do
patient I gather.
A very successful gentleman
grateful for the critical
-hour care by these nurses,
whose generosity, by the way,
is still unknown to the ladies.
They must be very
deserving ladies.
Indeed they are.
That's Miss Christine
Donavon in the orange dress.
LAWRENCE: And her fantasy, sir?
To have a callous doctor
whom she considers
to be a tyrant,
who, for this weekend, is
practicing on Fantasy Island
on special consultation,
learn a lesson in
compassion and humility.
The blonde lady is
Miss Tracey Fremont.
Her fantasy is to
make a famous athlete
see her as something much more
than a mere dispenser of
medicines and alcohol rubs.
You see, she was
his night nurse,
and he never really saw her.
And will she get
her fantasy, sir?
Not in the way she hopes, no.
Unfortunately, that is especially
true of Miss Alice Green,
whose fantasy is to
spend a restful weekend
doing absolutely nothing.
Do I detect an ominous
undercurrent, sir?
In Miss Green's case, yes.
Not only ominous, but tragic.
Death may play a part.
My dear guests, I am
Mr. Roarke, your host.
Welcome to Fantasy Island.
Mr. Roarke.
Oh, Mr. Galloway, you're
looking very well indeed.
Oh, come in. I'm just unpacking.
Thank you.
You'll be happy to know
your three nurses arrived
on the island a
little while ago.
Ah, wonderful.
As you know, those three
gals took such great care of me
all those long
weeks in the hospital.
Yes, they're charming ladies.
And I'm sure they'd
all like to know
you are their
mysterious benefactor
so they could
express their gratitude.
Just knowing they're
being repaid a little bit
for everything they did
for me is thanks enough.
You know, we give doctors
all the credit for getting us well,
and we forget about the nurses
- and the magnificent work they do.
- Yes.
But now that they're
being duly rewarded,
what about you,
Mr. Galloway, huh?
Surely, by now you've
thought of a fantasy for yourself.
Oh, I have almost everything
a man could want, Mr. Roarke.
Got a new jacket.
Do you like that?
Oh, very nice indeed.
As a matter of fact,
there is something.
Oh?
I hope you won't think this
is silly, but there's a woman.
Well, let's hope
affairs of the heart
are never considered
silly, Mr. Galloway.
It's one of the
nurses, Alice Green.
When I was her patient,
well, a kind of
relationship developed.
As a matter of fact,
I fell in love with her.
Was the feeling mutual?
Well, I think so. I hope so.
But I can't get her to
say it in so many words.
Ah, so your fantasy is
to have Miss Green admit
that she's in love with you.
Is that crazy?
Is it asking too much?
No, no.
If you're sure that's
what you want...
I'll see what I can
do, Mr. Galloway.
WOMAN: Oh, all of this
is for us, Mr. Roarke?
I've never seen
anything like it in my life.
All part of your fantasy
as provided by your admirer
and benefactor, Miss Fremont.
Well, whoever he is, I love him.
I'll second that.
I adore him.
A triple burden he'd be
delighted to carry, I'm sure.
Come on, Mr. Roarke, who he is?
I'm sorry, for the
moment, he's a secret.
At his request, you understand.
Well, when I find out who he is,
I'm gonna lay a big one on him.
Look at all these
shoes. I love shoes.
How'd he know that?
Just one of life's little
mysteries, Miss Donavon.
Well, I'm going to begin
my fantasy right now...
a whole weekend
of peace and quiet
and not a care in the world.
I would love to see the grounds
if someone could show me around.
Oh, but I'm sure Lawrence
would be delighted, Miss Green.
At your service, madam.
Oh, how wonderful. Thank you.
Oh, uh, Tracey,
go easy on Crash.
The man is here to recuperate.
(CHUCKLES) Bye.
Is he here yet, Mr. Roarke?
Hmm?
Crash McGowan?
Oh, yes, yes. Yes, he is.
Mr. McGowan: all-American
Heisman Trophy winner,
all-pro, top-rated quarterback.
Am I leaving anything out?
Playpen' s centerfold
of the month.
How could I forget that?
How well did you
know Mr. McGowan
when he was your patient?
Not well enough.
You see, Tracey
was his night nurse.
She said he never woke
up during any of her shifts.
Well, I assure
you, Miss Fremont,
your Mr. McGowan
is wide wake now.
The object of your
fantasy, Miss Fremont.
Mr. Crash McGowan.
All right, Andy, are
you ready? Here we go.
Nice grab. Keep
those fingers up.
Keep your body square. Good job.
Okay, Wilton.
Isn't he gorgeous, Mr. Roarke?
Impressive, at the very least.
And now may I suggest you do
what you've been wanting
to do for a long time?
If you'll excuse the expression,
intercept one of his passes.
CRASH: Good catch, Chris.
Thank you,
Mr. Roarke. Watch this.
Oh!
Ow!
You all right, lady?
-Oh, yes. -Are you okay?
I've never been better.
- Is Dr. Reid expecting me?
- Ah, yes, Miss Donavon.
He is here consulting on a case
and was delighted to hear
I'd arranged for
you to assist him.
You're sure this is what you
want to do with your fantasy?
Absolutely. Leave the loving to
Tracey and the revenging to me.
One thing puzzles
me, Miss Donavon.
Dr. Reid really seems
like a very decent person.
Oh, I know.
When you take him out to
lunch, he's absolutely terrific.
But when he gets
around his patients,
he turns into Dr. Jekyll.
Or... Or is it Mr. Hyde?
Mr. Hyde is the
monster, I believe.
Yeah, well, then, that's him.
The man has no
concept whatsoever
what it's like to be sick,
alone, and afraid in a hospital.
You're sure there is no
(CHUCKLES) personal score
you're trying to settle at work?
- Bull's-eye, Mr. Roarke.
- Thank you.
He treats his nurses just as
badly as he treats his patients.
And frankly, I'm tired
of ducking the fallout.
I see.
Well, as you wish, Miss Donavon.
Dr. Reid and his
patient are in this room.
I hope your fantasy is
all you expect it to be...
And more.
Morning, Dr. Reid.
Hello, Christine.
I was delighted to hear
you'd be helping me out.
Me too.
Can we have a serum
panel? I need it stat.
Is something wrong?
In the meantime,
increase cephalosporin
to milligrams, Q H.
What... What's that?
You wouldn't know if I told you.
It's to keep the
infection in check.
You mean my incision's infected?
Well, aren't you
going to tell me?
I'm the doctor here.
I'll tell you everything
you need to know
when you need to know it.
WOMAN ON SPEAKER:
Code blue, critical ward stat.
Call me when you
get the lab report.
Code blue. Code blue.
Aah!
Dr. Reid!
- Don't move.
- I can't move, damn it.
You go on your code.
You get a gurney,
you call X-ray,
and you get a doctor!
Where does it hurt?
Everywhere!
Hurry!
MISS GREEN: (CHUCKLES)
Well, I'm delighted
it was George who
gave us our fantasies.
Miss Green, Mr. Galloway
also chose a fantasy for himself,
and it involves you.
There was a time when I thought
George was the man of my dreams,
the one I've been
waiting for all my life,
- but that was then and this is now.
- I see.
So, does your decision
have anything to do
with the fact that
he's terminal?
That he's going to die?
How did you know?
Does he know?
No. Not yet.
Apparently he's in
remission at the moment,
and his doctor decided to wait
until he returns to
the city to tell him.
Oh.
Please excuse me for being
so to the point, Miss Green,
but are you in love
with Mr. Galloway?
Yes.
And that frightens you.
To commit myself to a man
that I know has only
a year or so to live?
It terrifies me.
Mr. Roarke, I've been a nurse
for a long time, many years.
I've been around death before.
But feeling the way
I do about George
and knowing what's ahead...
Miss Green, Miss Green,
love has nothing to do
with how long we
live or what's ahead.
Love can transcend time,
but only if we reach out for it.
And don't let it escape us.
Well, I do love him, Mr. Roarke.
If that is so...
What would you
like to do about it?
Is it possible to
change my fantasy?
I want his fantasy to
be the same as mine,
to be in love with me.
It can be arranged, yes.
I don't seem to care anymore
about a weekend
of peace and quiet.
Make my fantasy
the same as George's.
Can you do that?
Oh, yes, Miss Green.
I can do that.
Good.
Alice, you look
absolutely wonderful.
-Thank you, George. -(CHUCKLES)
You look pretty
wonderful yourself.
All right, now tell me about
this mysterious place
you're taking me.
Nope. It's a big surprise.
It's the least I can do
for the man who gave me
such a wonderful fantasy.
Aw, come on, tell me.
I don't have to.
We're here.
- GEORGE: A Japanese picnic.
- (CHUCKLES)
(BOTH CHUCKLING)
GEORGE: That's wonderful.
WOMAN: Konnichiwa.
Please do be seated.
I don't know if I
can get down here.
ALICE: (LAUGHS)
(LAUGHS)
There. You look
like a real samurai.
-Oh, samurai. -Uh-huh.
Uh... What is that?
Oh, uh, eel, I think.
No, no. Uh, squid.
Oh, my favorite, mm-hmm.
Please, sir, to try?
(SPEAKS JAPANESE) Please eat it.
- Oh, my other favorite.
- (GIGGLES)
From belly of great white shark.
ALL: (CHUCKLING)
Alice, I'm not
very big on sushi,
but if I have to eat this
to prove how much I love you...
Here we go. (CHUCKLES)
Okay, girls, now.
Surprise! (LAUGHS)
Chrissy! Tracey!
Oh, for God's sake. You two!
Alice, you fraud. (LAUGHS)
I said when I met the man
who gave us our fantasies,
I was gonna lay one on him.
-So, here. -(CHUCKLING)
Oh, this is absolutely great.
It gets better.
Oh. Oh, yeah.
Ta-da!
Prime rib.
Your favorite.
Unless you'd rather
stick with the squid.
Uh, no, no, no, I think
this will be just fine.
Ladies, you, you have
absolutely overwhelmed me.
Oh, you've
overwhelmed us, George.
Thank you so much.
We just love you. All of us.
-Do you? -Yeah.
Do all of you love me?
Yes, George, we all love you.
(CHUCKLING)
So, have a seat. You're
the guest of honor.
(LAUGHING)
GEORGE: You are wonderful.
(CHUCKLING)
You know, Alice,
I think we should have a
picnic spectacular every year.
How about Paris next
year? Would you like that?
Paris.
Sure, then London, Rome.
There are enough
cities in the world
to keep us in picnic
spectaculars for years to come.
Oh, let's not think about years.
Let's just think about now.
DR. REID: God, I have never
been so miserable in my life.
Oh, you're young.
You'll heal fast.
Not that young.
Besides which, how do I
know they set this bone right?
I told you I want
to see my X-rays.
Now, Doctor, you
know it's against policy
for patients to view
their own X-rays.
May I remind you I'm
not a patient, I'm a doctor.
Not this case, you're not.
Ooh. Ooh, sorry! (GRUNTING)
Like hell you are.
Let me have another
one of those painkillers.
(GROANS)
CHRISTINE: Q H,
once every four hours.
I just gave you one an hour ago,
and it says that excessive
dosage is contraindicated.
I'll be the judge of that.
No, sir. I will.
Oh, don't tell me this wonderful
sightseeing tour is over.
It's good for you.
Fresh air has wonderful
recuperative powers.
Anyway, it's time
for your sponge bath.
Christine, you're not gonna
give me a sponge bath.
Policy, Doctor.
Besides, don't you want to
look good for tonight's party?
I'm not going to
any party tonight.
Yes, you are.
I'm your private-duty
nurse, and I am going.
CRASH: So, you were
really my night nurse, huh?
If I'd have known that, I might
have stayed up a little later.
Oh, that's okay.
Maybe now at least you
can keep awake for tonight.
What's tonight?
Mr. Roarke said there's
gonna be a big party.
If you don't have a date...
You don't have a date, do you?
No.
Then, maybe we
could go together?
I don't know. I'm not
real big on parties.
Me either.
But wouldn't it
be rude not to go?
Uh, I guess so.
But it'll have to be
an early evening.
You know.
Yeah, I know. Doctor's orders.
MR. ROARKE: Thank you, Lawrence.
Miss Green, please
have a seat, won't you?
I'm afraid I have
some bad news for you.
It's George, isn't it?
Yes.
Yes, his doctor called
from the mainland
just a short while ago.
As you know, Mr. Galloway
underwent some tests
before he left the hospital,
and the results are now in.
Yes, at that time they...
They told him he
had a year to live.
It's worse now, isn't it?
Much worse.
He has perhaps...
Three months.
Oh, no.
I'm terribly sorry.
Perhaps a brandy, Miss?
Uh...
Mr. Roarke...
Does he have to be told now?
I think it would be best, yes.
And I think he would
want it that way.
I'm sure he would like
to put his affairs in order.
Oh, yes.
Yes, of course. I... I
hadn't thought of that.
You're right, of course.
Mr. Roarke, I'd like to
be the one to tell him.
That's rather a heavy burden
for you under the circumstances,
isn't it, Miss Green?
It's nothing
compared to his, is it?
You do understand
why I should be
the one to tell him,
don't you, Mr. Roarke?
More than you know, Miss Green.
More than you know.
(PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)
Hi.
You're Crash
McGowan, aren't you?
Guilty.
Could I have your autograph?
Sure. Where do you want it?
Anywhere you say.
Maybe this will do.
Disgusting the way women
throw themselves at him
merely because he does
something with a pigskin sphere.
Mr. McGowan is a hero
to his fans, Lawrence.
Do I detect envy from
you, of all people?
Not envy, sir. Wisdom, I hope.
Knowing that young
ladies belong to young men
and it serves them both right.
Mr. Roarke, do
you have a minute?
Certainly, Mr. McGowan.
Could we talk?
If you'll excuse me, sir,
I'll see to your attire
for this evening.
How about over here?
Certainly.
(EXHALES)
Yes, Mr. McGowan?
Okay... I may as
well get right into this.
I have a problem.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
How may I be of assistance?
-It's about Tracey. -Yes?
Well, she's got a
great sense of humor,
and she has this
incredible body,
and she's nice.
So far I don't see
the slightest indication of
a problem, Mr. McGowan.
You will because
that is the problem.
It's like when I'm
with a woman...
I mean really with a woman.
Perhaps if you
just say it right out.
-I can't. -Oh?
I'm... Well...
I'm trying to...
The word's...
Impotent.
Now, you know.
Have you spoken to your doctor?
Sure. He says
it's all in my head.
I guess it all started
when the rumors came out
that I was gonna be traded.
And then that damn
centerfold came out.
The women started
crawling all over me.
And then I spent all
that time in the hospital.
And somewhere in the
middle of all of that, I lost it.
Oh, that's not
unusual, Mr. McGowan,
considering all the pressure
you have been under.
One's mental state
plays a large part in one's
amorous performance.
Sure, that sounds so simple.
But it's not so simple
when it's happening to you.
Do you have any
idea what it's like
when your head
is yelling "Go for it!"
and your body's
yelling "No way?"
I've never had this
problem in my whole life.
Mr. McGowan, you came
to Fantasy Island to relax.
The best advice I can give
you is that you do just that.
And your problem
will resolve itself.
Really.
What do I do about
Tracey in the meantime?
What happens when she finds out
that the big lover
is really a big zero?
It is quite possible that
Miss Fremont sees you
as a human being first
and a sex symbol second.
She didn't give that impression.
Mr. McGowan, go and
enjoy a lovely evening
with a lovely young
lady and relax.
(ROMANTIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(INAUDIBLE)
CHRISTINE: ♪ La, da, da
♪ Da... Da
♪ La, la, la, la...
da, hm, hm, hm ♪
Oh, sorry.
No, I'm not.
I'm just trying to
have a good time.
Me too.
Look, can we go now? (GROANS)
Boy, you know this Singapore
Sling is really delicious.
Terrific, huh? So how
come I have plain fruit juice?
Look, be a sport and
get me one of those, huh?
You're on medication.
I'm a person in pain.
Why can't you be nice to me?
Damn. Everything itches.
Here.
Try this.
Thank you very much.
You're so welcome.
Think it'll work.
Ah, Dr. Reid, I am so
sorry about your accident.
Yes, well, unfortunately
I may survive.
(CHUCKLES)
I would like a word
with Miss Donavon
- if it's all right.
- Oh, be my guest.
- Do you mind, Miss Donavon?
- Of course not, Mr. Roarke.
- Don't go anywhere.
- Sure I will.
When you come back,
I'll be doing the cha-cha.
-Miss Donavon. -Lawrence.
- Are you enjoying your fantasy?
- Immensely.
You don't think you're being
a little hard on the poor man?
Of course not.
I don't know how much longer
I can keep this up, Mr. Roarke.
This really isn't
like me at all.
I didn't think so.
You are a nurse.
A caring person.
And a professional
too, Mr. Roarke.
Oh, and Dr. Reid isn't?
Well, sure he is.
But why can't he understand
that a patient is a person?
And ignoring that fact
is not gonna make him
get better any faster.
DR. REID: Christine.
Your person has called, Miss.
You're a wonderful
dancer, Crash.
Mmm, no, I'm a
wonderful quarterback.
I'm a lousy dancer.
Don't you just
love dancing slow?
Love it.
Do you mind if we sit
down? I'm getting a little tired.
Oh, of course not.
Hey, I'm sorry.
I forgot you said you wanted
to make an early evening of it.
I was just having
such a wonderful time.
And I'm having a great time too.
You are?
You're different.
You don't seem to
want anything from me.
Like what?
Secret plays.
Like the scoop
on my private life.
An autograph.
Well, my kid brother
might want an autograph.
All I want is one last dance.
Okay.
Alice...
You look absolutely wonderful.
Oh, well, thank you, sir.
Come on, let's dance, huh?
Oh, George...
Do you mind if we go?
Well, no, not at all. Where?
Where we can be alone.
Would my place be all right?
Yes, George. That would be fine.
So, uh...
Want to come in?
Gee, I'd like to,
but I'm really tired.
I know. (CHUCKLES)
It's late.
Maybe I'll see you tomorrow.
Sure thing.
Well, thanks, Crash.
I really had a good time.
I did too, Tracey.
Thank you.
I shouldn't have done that.
Oh, yes, you should have.
Hours ago.
Good night, Tracey.
GEORGE: Do you know how
often I've thought about this?
Soft music and a glass
of brandy and loving you.
And I love you, George.
Alice, is something wrong?
There's something
you have to know.
Well then, come, tell me.
Your doctor was
going to tell you
when you got back to town.
Dr. Samuels?
Does this have something
to do with the tests I took?
Yes.
I wanted to be
the one to tell you,
but I...
I just don't know how to say it.
Well, is it that bad?
Yes.
You're trying to tell
me I'm going to die?
How long have I got?
About three months.
And how... How
long have you known?
A few weeks ago,
Dr. Samuels thought it
would be a year or more,
but today he called Mr. Roarke.
So, you... You knew
before you told me you loved me,
before you had me
bring you here tonight
for soft music and romance.
George...
What I heard today
has nothing to do with
the way I feel about you.
How long have
you loved me, Alice?
When did you know that?
When you were in the hospital.
Long before I knew
how really ill you were.
Why didn't you tell me then?
I don't know.
I just don't know.
Alice, you say you
love me. You're a nurse.
Can you separate
me from my illness,
from this damn thing
that's gonna k*ll me?
As a matter of fact, if the doctor
hadn't called Roarke this morning,
would you ever have
told me you love me?
Oh, Alice.
Kind, sweet, caring,
sympathetic Alice.
You tried, you really did.
Now you're off the hook.
George, please
don't shut me out.
Good night, Alice.
LAWRENCE: I'm sorry, sir.
Would you believe I was waylaid
by a group of very attractive
women who wanted to pose for me?
I've always suspected there
is a great deal more to you
than meets the eye, Lawrence.
Thank you, sir.
Mr. Galloway.
If Miss Green told him, sir,
it seems he's taking his
fate with great equanimity.
He's a courageous man, Lawrence.
Also a little
stubborn, I'm afraid.
-Good morning. -Good morning.
And thank you, my friend,
for Alice and for trying.
Oh, I didn't ask Miss
Green to do anything
she didn't want to do.
I know you didn't,
but my fantasy was for
Alice to love me, not pity me.
I respect what
you're going through,
but that's not at all
fair to Miss Green.
I will not have her
pretending to love me.
She's not pretending.
Miss Green was most passionate
about fulfilling
your fantasy, sir.
Then, she should not have
been put in that position.
(SIGHS)
Damn it, Roarke, why has this
unbearable thing happened?
What unbearable thing?
Discovering that Miss
Green truly loves you?
No, for wanting to live.
In my whole life I
have never wanted,
never coveted what I
couldn't have until now.
Mr. Galloway, is death
really the issue here?
We all must die.
The secret is in not letting
death have the victory.
CHRISTINE: Something
bothering you?
You remember that ruptured
spleen I operated on last week?
You mean Mr. Jacobson?
Yeah.
The hospital called.
They lost him a
couple of hours ago.
Oh, no.
He was such a nice
man. And his wife.
I was really
hoping he'd make it.
Yeah. Well, I was really
hoping he'd make it too.
I wish they'd all make it.
But they don't.
Aren't you out of
character, Doctor?
Why? You think because sometimes
I can't seem to remember
my patients' names
that I don't give a damn?
Or because I don't give them
a short course in pharmacology
before I give them a pill that
I'm some kind of monster?
No, it's just that I
see nothing wrong
with treating patients
like human beings.
For example, answering
their questions.
Christine, I don't have
time for wondering
whether someone
understands what I'm doing.
So long as I know
what I'm doing.
And I'm doing my best.
If I got involved
with my patients,
I'd lose my
professional objectivity.
I don't want to know
about their family,
their friends, their...
Their hobbies.
Why? What are you afraid of?
Afraid? Well...
Maybe I'm afraid
of making a mistake,
of... Hurting someone
I've come to know.
I don't want to know that it
was Walter Jacobson who d*ed.
Is that why you call him
the ruptured spleen case?
You really think it makes
it that much easier?
Not in the middle of the night.
Why don't you
quit your doctoring
before it eats you
from the inside out?
Quitting's out of the question.
There's nothing else I
want to do with my life.
I've always wanted
to be a doctor.
Why?
(CHUCKLING) Why?
Because my father's a doctor.
My grandfather was a doctor.
Because I was
always good at science.
Because it seemed
the natural thing to do.
Did you ever consider
teaching or research?
Not really.
Maybe you should.
Not everybody has
the kind of personality
that translates into
working with sick people.
That's not a crime.
But what is a crime
is doing something
your whole life
that doesn't make you happy.
You know, I don't
recall signing on
for your complete
lecture series.
Don't worry, it's
a short course.
And now to summarize for
my more impatient students,
this is the point.
It's not fair for you to
avoid your own pain
by inflicting it
on other people.
Give us a break, Doctor.
Damn.
I can't seem to get
away from you, can I?
I can't seem to get
away from any of it.
And I've tried, lady.
I have really tried.
Maybe you should quit
trying for other people
and try for yourself.
Miss Fremont?
-Um... -Hi, Mr. Roarke.
I admire your exuberance,
but, um, do you think this
will really help your game?
Huh?
Of course, it may help
relieve frustrations.
(SIGHS)
You got it.
It's frustrations
I'm working on.
Oh, if I can help in any way...
It's Crash.
You know, I don't
do anything for him.
And he's everything
I thought he'd be.
He's not just some dumb jock.
He's smart.
And he's nice.
He is really, really nice.
But it's just... (SNIFFLES)
Miss Fremont, you are
a very bright young lady,
and you know that
every such relationship
involves two
people with feelings.
And up until this point,
perhaps you've been
concerned only with your own.
But he said I was pretty.
And he likes me.
And there's no other woman.
So, what's his problem?
Just because a man
doesn't immediately
respond to a woman
in a physical way
doesn't necessarily mean
he has an unsolvable problem.
No.
Very often, men are
in need of friendship
just like women.
Crash wants a friend?
Oh, many people need
understanding friends
before they need lovers.
Yeah.
Yes.
Oh...
Poor guy.
Here he's been trying to
tell me something important...
And I've been coming
on like a groupie.
Oh, no.
What am I gonna do?
Don't do anything.
Just be yourself.
Try to relate to Mr. McGowan
as a human being,
a warm, friendly,
understanding human being.
Hmm?
Thank you, Mr. Roarke.
I have, uh, been
acting like a teenager.
It's time I started
acting like a woman.
Here.
Oh.
I'll wash it first.
(CHUCKLES)
ALICE: I am sorry, Mr. Roarke.
I'm a quitter. I'm running away.
But it's for the best.
The best for whom, Miss Green?
Well, for George.
You've talked to him. You
know he has no use for me.
The man is understandably
angry at his fate
and thinks he's being
patronized instead of loved.
He may not be all that wrong.
Are you agreeing with him, then,
that you've only
been pretending?
Damn it!
It's just not fair.
Being fair is irrelevant.
Death is a matter of
chance, not justice.
What is really important here
is whether or not you love him.
What difference does that make?
Oh, none, if it makes
no difference to you.
What I need is answers,
and all you do is keep
asking me questions.
Mr. Galloway loves
you, Miss Green,
and he is going to die.
There are no answers.
Only choices.
What choice?
That I should have
him for a few days
and then be torn apart when
he's taken away from me?
What kind of a choice is that?
One that only a very special
kind of love can endure.
But a month, a week,
a day of such love
is more, Miss Green, much more
than many people get
out of a whole lifetime
filled with regrets for
what might have been.
Oh, Mr. Roarke,
what am I going to do?
Well, it's really very simple.
Just listen to your heart
and do what it tells you to do.
CRASH: Want to race?
TRACEY: No, I want to slow down.
Why?
I ate too much for lunch.
Want to get off
and rest for a bit?
Oh, I thought you'd never ask.
(HORSE SIGHS)
Ow!
You didn't.
Oh, didn't I?
This has to be a record.
I haven't missed one
chance all weekend
to make a total fool of myself.
Crash, I'm sorry, honestly.
You need a friend,
you get an idiot.
How do you plan to
get out of here like that?
I've been giving that a
moment of serious thought.
Here's the plan.
You pretend that
chivalry isn't dead
and give me the
shirt off your back.
All right. (CHUCKLES)
I think it's long enough.
Try it on.
Why do you guys always
have buttons on the wrong side?
Oh, it never occurred to you
that women button
on the wrong side?
There.
Do I look stupid?
No.
Gorgeous,
understanding,
fun,
totally great.
That was nice.
Should we head back?
What for?
Well, I'm sure there's a few
activities on Fantasy Island
that we've missed.
At least one
that I can think of.
TRACEY: This is Fantasy Island.
Fantastic.
I don't suppose you'd believe
I've been considering
what you said.
And?
I've got a -year investment
in my medical practice.
And a mortgage on your home
and payments on your new boat.
Which I'm paying
for out of your hide.
No, don't be embarrassed.
I... Appreciate your
bringing it to my attention.
There... Have been too many days
when I... I just didn't want
to set foot in that hospital.
I thought I was the only
one who was really suffering.
God knows...
If it hadn't been for you
and... Stepping in
front of that cart...
I want you to know I'm really
sorry about your accident.
But what I'm even sorrier about
is how I've been treating you.
I really read you wrong.
No, you, you read me right.
Maybe for the wrong
reasons, but, uh...
So, are we playing
here or what, hmm?
(CLEARS THROAT)
Checkmate.
Okay...
You keep telling
me you're sorry.
There are really only two
things you need to be sorry about.
The first one is for that move,
and the second one
is for leaving me alone
at that table last night
while you danced with
every guy in the place.
TRACEY: Hmm.
When I get home, I'll be
looking for a research assistant.
Would you be, uh, interested?
If you came here
looking for sushi
and geisha girls today, George,
I'm sorry you're disappointed.
(CHUCKLES)
I'm not disappointed at all.
Little surprised, maybe,
that you'd even
want to talk to me.
I was pretty hard on you, Alice.
You deserve better than that.
-I know. -Hmm?
The least I deserve is a kiss.
Well, you certainly do.
You also deserve an apology.
I didn't consider your feelings
because I was so damn
wrapped up in my own.
You were scared, and so was I.
Yes, but it's more than that.
My pride wouldn't
let me accept the fact
that you just might
want me as I am
with a very limited
lifetime guarantee.
We're both old enough,
George, to be realistic
and to know there are no
guarantees in this world.
Not for life or for love.
I think I'm very
lucky just finding you
and having you
for as long as I can.
Then you'll stick it out
with me a day at a time
for as many days as we have?
Oh, yes.
And they'll be wonderful days.
The best days we've ever known.
TRACEY: We had a great time.
Mr. Roarke, I don't
know how to thank you.
Everything was wonderful.
Perfect.
Better than I ever
dreamed it would be.
Is that your exuberance
again, Miss Fremont?
Oh, not for a minute.
Utterly stupendous.
Oh, here's your handkerchief.
Oh, thank you.
It's my understanding you'll
be seeing Mr. McGowan again
once you get home.
He told you that?
Oh, indeed he did.
I can verify that
if you wish, Miss.
Lawrence, you are a k*ller.
Come on, Chris, let's go home.
I don't want to
miss Crash's call.
Thank you so much, Mr. Roarke.
My fantasy didn't turn
out like I thought it would,
but I wouldn't have
missed a minute of it.
Well, I'm delighted.
And how do you think
Dr. Reid will feel about it?
Well, I think that once
he gets his cast off
he'll feel better
than he has in years.
And I want to thank
you, too, Lawrence.
Good-bye now. Good-bye now.
You look radiant, Miss Green.
I gather you
enjoyed your holiday.
Oh, yes.
And it isn't over.
It'll never be over.
I hope all your days
are filled with happiness.
Ah, all of them will be,
Roarke, every last one.
Thank you.
Thank you both.