Good morning, Mr. Roarke.
Good morning, Lawrence.
(GIRLS LAUGHING)
Smiles, everyone.
Smiles!
(TROPICAL MUSIC PLAYING)
LAWRENCE: A honeymoon
couple. I can always tell.
MR. ROARKE: Really?
Well, Mr. Christopher Marshall
and his wife Amy have been
married for almost a year.
Oh. Then it's obvious
they've come to celebrate
their anniversary.
At this moment, it's not certain
they'll still be together
for their first anniversary.
Unfortunately, Mrs.
Marshall is the victim
of a memory that terrifies her.
Oh, I see.
And he has brought
her to Fantasy Island
to seek your help.
No, Lawrence, it's her fantasy.
She hasn't told him
why they have come.
Mrs. Marshall wants to rid
herself of this dark secret
before he finds out...
And it destroys their future.
LAWRENCE: Mr. Robert
Smith, right, sir?
MR. ROARKE:
That's right, Lawrence.
Why do I get the feeling
he'd be more comfortable
arriving at midnight
in a dark place?
Because, instinctively,
you put your finger
on the source of Mrs.
Smith's personality problem.
He's a very shy man, a singer,
who just can't, as
they say, let himself go.
LAWRENCE: It
doesn't sound like one of
your more difficult
fantasies, sir.
Don't be too sure, Lawrence.
You see, when a person's
alter ego is released,
there is no telling in
advance whether that ego
will solve his problem
or totally destroy him.
My dear guests, I am
Mr. Roarke, your host.
Welcome to Fantasy Island!
(HORSE WHINNYING)
Ah, here he is
now, Mrs. Marshall.
Oh, I hope I haven't kept
you waiting, Mrs. Marshall.
Has Whiskers
arrived yet, Lawrence?
If you mean the
canine, sir, he has not.
Well, you seem
disappointed. Don't be.
I'm sure he'll soon be here.
Yes, sir.
Did you do this?
It's really very good.
Oh, I just dabble at it.
But you are a commercial
artist, Mrs. Marshall.
Yes, yes, I am.
I haven't drawn
in quite some time.
Well, why not? I
hear you're excellent.
Oh, well, things
were going very well.
Until?
Mrs. Marshall, do I understand
you haven't told your husband
the reason for your fantasy?
Something happened that I haven't
told anyone about, Mr. Roarke.
- Least of my husband.
- Well, if he truly loves you,
he would want to help
you solve your problem.
Oh, there's nothing
Chris could do about it.
See, Mr. Roarke, I know
that men build an image
of the woman they
love, and they expect her
to live up to that image.
(SIGHS) Mrs. Marshall...
What is your dark secret?
I was r*ped.
I know how men react to
that, especially husbands.
They always wonder
was it really r*pe or...
Not all men, Mrs. Marshall.
And not all husbands.
To whom did you turn for help?
Nobody.
See, I just tried to
push it out of my mind,
and for a while there,
I really thought that
I had succeeded and
I had gotten over it.
Until, um,
I started getting
these phone calls.
Phone calls?
He never said a word, but, um,
I could hear him breathing,
and I knew it was him.
You see, um, the night...
It happened,
he was...
Wearing, um, a ski mask,
so I couldn't see his face.
But... I remember his eyes.
And he kept whispering,
"You want to make love to me.
"You want to make love to me!"
He r*ped me, damn him!
No! No! (SOBBING)
No.
- You must go to your husband...
- (WHIMPERS)
And tell him the truth.
Now.
I can't.
I can't.
MR. ROARKE: I've
arranged for you to sing here
tomorrow night, Mr. Smith.
I believe we're going to
have a sell-out audience.
Oh, by the way, I took
certain artistic liberties
with the publicity
stills you sent me.
How do you like it? Huh?
(CHUCKLES) Well, that's not me.
Oh, but it is.
The new you, Mr. Smith.
I think it's hopeless,
Mr. Roarke.
Oh, sure, one part of me
wants to be macho, in control,
but the part I'm
stuck with is shy
and does his best
singing in the shower.
There are two such personalities
in each of us, Mr. Smith.
One that is, and
one that wants to be.
I'm going to help you release
your suppressed alter ego.
Two shrinks have already
tried the same thing,
but I'm the same mediocre me.
(PLAYING MELLOW INTRO)
Sing, Mr. Smith.
-What? -I said sing.
I believe this song
is in your repertoire.
(PLAYING EASY MELODY)
♪ Please release me
♪ Let me go
♪ For I don't love you
♪ Anymore
MR. ROARKE: Something wrong?
You see, I can hear it in here,
but it just doesn't come out.
What you hear...
Does it sound like this?
(PLAYING SONG INTENSELY)
(MR. SMITH'S VOICE
BOOMING) ♪ Please release me
♪ Let me go
♪ For I don't love you
♪ Anymore
♪ To waste our lives
♪ Would be a sin
♪ So release me
♪ And let me
♪ Love again ♪
That's it, Mr. Roarke.
That's how I want to sing!
But that was more
than some kind of
amplification of my
voice or electronic trick.
That was real.
Yes, Mr. Smith.
It was very real.
It was the voice
of the personality
you say you want to become.
A personality that is
slowly coming into being...
With its own voice and mind...
And body.
(SCOFFS) You're not telling me
there's going to be two of me?
I mean, another live Bob
Smith walking around?
That's precisely
what I'm telling you.
(CHUCKLES) That's impossible.
If I believed in that
word, Mr. Smith,
I'd be out of business.
Speaking of business,
I have something to attend to.
Will you excuse me?
Oh, by the way, your
wife is waiting for you
in the Lilac Bungalow.
-Hi. -Hi.
I was just
fantasizing about you.
You're on Fantasy Island.
How very appropriate.
Mmm, you're so beautiful, Amy.
You know, the guys at
work are always asking
why I have a smile on my face.
(AMY CHUCKLES)
It's because I'm always
thinking about you.
Here, in the middle
of the afternoon?
In the middle of Times
Square. Anytime, anyplace.
(WHISPERING) I love it when
you want to make love to me.
- AMY: No!
- MAN: You want to make love to me.
Stop it! Stop it!
What?
Oh, honey...
Oh, forgive me.
Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
What the hell's wrong?
Could we just please forget it?
Please. I love you.
Oh, you do?
Yes.
Well, what's wrong, then?
I mean, where's all
this coming from?
Aw, forget it.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
Hello?
Hello, baby.
Just thought you'd love knowing
I'm on the island with you.
Getting lonesome?
Aah!
Colette, I never should
have let you come along.
I'm your wife.
Bob, when did you
have this picture taken?
What?
Oh, I didn't.
This is some of
Mr. Roarke's legerdemain...
-Magic. -I like it.
It makes you look,
um, I don't know, sexy.
What's wrong with
me the way I am?
All right, you want to know?
You're a good-looking,
talented man
who doesn't believe in himself.
Your career is
going down the drain,
not to mention our marriage.
And what's wrong
with our marriage?
Nothing. It's just that
you don't make
love to me anymore
unless I come on
like Attila the Hun.
Like this.
Well?
I'm sorry.
I guess I'm just preoccupied.
You see, I'm not sure
I want to go through
with this fantasy.
Bob, just this once,
think aggressive.
Oh, no.
This is not gonna work!
How do you know? We
just barely got started.
It's not you. It's him.
I... I mean me!
Bob, I'm not sure I know
what your problem is anymore.
It's Mr. Roarke.
He's my problem.
We're going to find him,
and he's going to
straighten this out.
Come on.
Come here!
I was attempting to
deliver Whiskers, sir.
Get down!
(BARKING)
Uh, I don't think he
likes you yet, Lawrence.
There's no accounting
for bad taste.
(BARKING)
Well, you'll learn
to like each other
in time, I'm sure.
If you are determined
to acquire a canine, sir,
surely one more
suitable could be found.
(BARKING)
Uh, suitable?
More suited to a man
of your position, sir.
Your cosmopolitan flair.
Such as?
Such as... An Irish wolfhound.
A brace of Irish wolfhounds.
(WHISKERS FUSSING)
Uh, oh, here comes
Mrs. Marshall now.
All right, Whiskers,
you go with Lawrence.
(SNARLING, FUSSING)
Go with Lawrence. (BARKS)
Go.
Well, go, Lawrence, go.
- Would you care to join me?
- Oh, no, no, thank you.
Is something wrong,
Mrs. Marshall?
Not something, everything.
Have you told your husband?
Oh, no, no, no.
We had a misunderstanding,
and I'm gonna go
look for him now.
But there is something
else, isn't there?
Do you remember those
phone calls I told you about?
Yes.
Well, he called again.
He's here on this island!
AMY: Chris? Chris!
(ODD NOISES ECHOING)
Chris?
Chris?
(SQUAWKING)
Oh! Oh...
Chris, is that you?
(AMY SCREAMING)
MAN: Amy, I'm watching you.
Stay away from me.
MAN: Oh, you don't
mean that, baby.
If you did, you'd have
told the cops last time.
-AMY: No! -MAN: But you didn't.
No!
(GASPING)
-Aah! -Amy. Amy!
Amy.
(AMY SOBBING)
It's all right.
(AMY CRYING)
ROBERT: Mr. Roarke, I want
this fantasy cancelled now.
Oh, I'm afraid that's the
one thing on Fantasy Island
that is impossible, Mr. Smith.
Once a fantasy is underway,
there is no way
to stop it, I'm sorry.
-Excuse me... -Yes?
But he said that a
picture of him smiled
and winked at him.
And you're taking him seriously?
-Oh, of course. -It did!
For Mr. Smith to
achieve his fantasy,
it's necessary to build
a new personality.
A separate embodiment of
what he wants to become.
Oh, sure. (CHUCKLES)
Super clone!
Something like
that. Yes, uh-huh.
(SIGHS) Oh...
That's it. She's
absolutely right.
I have to be hallucinating.
You planted the idea in my head,
and my imagination
brought it to life.
I don't care what
you say, Mr. Roarke,
the fantasy is
definitely cancelled.
Thanks, but no thanks.
I'll say one thing.
You're better
than all the shrinks.
But that's it.
It's all over now.
I'm going to rehearse,
but without my alter ego.
You wanna bet, Bobby boy?
(CHUCKLING)
ROBERT: Thank you. Thank
you, ladies and gentlemen.
Thank you.
(NO MUSIC PLAYING)
♪ Every day I wake up
♪ Then I start to break up
(ALTER EGO LAUGHING)
♪ Lonely as a man without love
(LAUGHTER CONTINUES)
♪ Every day I start out
♪ Then I...
ALTER EGO: Hey, off
the stage, Bobby boy.
Amateur night's over.
♪ Every day I wake up
♪ Then I start to break up
ALTER EGO: (ENERGETICALLY)
♪ Lonely as a man without love
♪ Every day I wake up
♪ Then I start to break up
♪ Lonely as a man without love
♪ Every day I start out
♪ Then I cry my heart out
♪ Lonely as a man
♪ Without love ♪
ALTER EGO: Hey, all right.
You like that style, Bobby boy?
I'm not gonna give in.
You're nothing but
plywood and paper!
I'm real. I'm me!
ALTER EGO: (LAUGHS)
Wrong, baby, you're nothing.
Just like always. (LAUGHING)
Yeah? Well, hang
on to that thought,
Because it's gonna be your last!
(LAUGHING)
Look at you. Drab.
No wonder you didn't
make it at anything.
Plain, average, mediocre.
And dull.
Even your name... Bob Smith.
I've gotta do
something about that.
This is not happening.
If I close my eyes,
you'll be gone.
Be careful, Bobby.
You close your eyes
and you might be gone.
Hey, that's not a bad idea.
We bury Bob Smith,
and celebrate the birthday
of, uh... (SNAPS FINGERS)
I got it, that infamous
Rouen lecher
of the th century...
Virgilius Ferm!
(LAUGHING)
So long, Bob Smith.
I'm taking over from here.
Bye-bye, baby.
(LAUGHING)
MR. ROARKE: Did she
tell you what happened,
what frightened her?
CHRIS: I don't
know. Maybe it's me.
And I ask her what's
wrong, and she says nothing.
Perhaps she's
afraid of losing you.
Huh, she's already doing that.
Believe me, we
cannot go on this way.
No.
No, you can't.
Look, Mr. Roarke...
Look, all I want is what we had.
I mean, we were
everything to each other.
It was so wonderful, and then...
Then something happened.
I mean, something
came between us.
Something... Or someone?
Oh, are you saying a lover?
All I am saying is have
you looked for reasons?
Looked for what could
so radically change
this loving, young wife
into what she's become.
All right, I...
I have considered another man,
but I know Amy.
Believe me, she
would never do that.
Bravo for your
trust, Mr. Marshall.
Now I believe the
time has come for you
to confront her.
To insist on the truth...
No matter how painful.
All right, I'll do that
as soon as she
wakes up, for her sake.
For both your
sakes, Mr. Marshall.
For both your sakes.
Hey, Colette. It's the new me!
I can't believe it.
Is it really you, Bob?
I'm going to convince you.
Mmm.
Mmm...
All right.
You are definitely not a mirage.
But what happened?
I figured out Roarke's scam.
This is Fantasy Island!
All you gotta do is
go along with the gag.
A little attitude adjustment,
a new hairstyle,
a new wardrobe...
(SNAPS FINGERS) One-fix therapy.
Voila, the new Bob Smith.
To be known from here
on in to his idolizing fans
as Virgilius Ferm!
Oh! (BOTH LAUGHING)
Virgilius?
Call me Virgil for short.
All right. Slow down.
This is gonna take a
little attitude adjusting
for me, too.
Hey, was I that bad?
You ought to know.
I love you, Bob.
Virgil!
All right, both of you.
It's all I could dream,
but it really happened.
You are what you
always wanted to be.
You're gonna make it now.
Right to the top, baby.
Right to the top. (DOOR OPENS)
BOB: Get out of
bed with my wife!
VIRGIL: Hey, now, look here...
She's also my wife.
You garbage.
- Why...
- Take it easy, now. Take it easy.
Now, don't embarrass
the lady any more.
Know what I mean?
It's always been his problem.
No class.
(LAUGHING)
(DOOR SHUTS)
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
Yes?
(MAN BREATHING)
Why'd you run
off like that, baby?
No!
(AMY CRYING OUT, SOBBING)
CHRIS: Amy, what is it?
What is it, sweetie? Come here.
Come on, let me help
you. What is it, huh?
It's time for the
truth, Mrs. Marshall.
Chris and I love each other,
and that's all the
truth we need.
CHRIS: Amy, that's
not the way it is.
And you know it.
Now, we can't go on like this.
You have to tell
me what's going on.
Please, I can't.
You asked me to help
you, Mrs. Marshall.
I will. I'll tell your
husband for you.
You mean she told you?
Unfortunately,
I'm the only person
she's ever told.
(AMY CRYING)
I'm her husband.
That's precisely the reason
she couldn't possibly tell you.
You see...
Your wife...
Was a victim of a r*pe.
(AMY SOBBING)
Oh, Amy, I'm sorry.
I... I didn't know.
I'm sorry, sweetie.
I'm sorry.
Do you know who he was?
-No. -Well, then...
It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter.
We've gotta report this, though,
so he doesn't run around free.
Where did it happen, and when?
It happened just
before we got married.
What?
Almost a year ago?
We were on our honeymoon,
and you didn't tell me?
I was afraid I was
gonna lose you.
Oh, that's not good enough.
I mean, I have a right to know!
I was afraid if I told you
that things wouldn't be
the same between us.
That you wouldn't
want me anymore.
Listen, I love you. You hear me?
I love you!
All you had to do was trust me.
Don't you see what you've done?
You've let that scum
come between us.
VIRGIL: Hmm.
(CLICKING TONGUE,
CLEARING THROAT)
I'm leaving, and I'm
taking Colette with me.
Uh-uh.
I've got a performance
to do tonight.
Remember?
And I'm gonna wow 'em
just like you always
wanted to do.
(LAUGHING)
I'm not gonna hang around here
and let you go on
seducing my wife
and try to take over my future.
You got no other choice, Bobby.
That's why I'm here.
Because I'm
everything you're not.
You're nothing.
Just some temporary
freak extension of me.
Take a good look,
Bob Smith, failure at life.
I'm Virgilius Ferm!
(CHUCKLES)
Superman. Superstar!
I'm more real than
you've ever been.
Not only have I got it,
but I know what
to do with it, baby.
Ask Colette.
(LAUGHING)
Wanna try again, Bobby boy?
Huh? Huh?
Why you...
(VIRGIL CHUCKLING)
See, you're weak.
You just don't have it in
you to make it at anything.
That's because you're
what you've always been,
and I'm what you'll never be.
I'll find a way.
Sure you will.
You'll adapt, accept it.
Keep the books for me,
maybe. (CHUCKLES)
'Cause you don't
have any other choice.
Ciao, Bobby baby.
Oh, and you won't want
to miss the performance.
(LAUGHING)
Not a particularly
noteworthy piece.
Why a man of your impeccable
taste should treasure it
is a mystery to me, sir.
Artist, circa?
Artist, Roarke.
R-O-A-R-K-E.
Circa age four.
On the other hand, it does
have a certain primitive genius.
You've once again
proved that you have
an extraordinary eye, Lawrence,
to say nothing of your tact.
Thank you, sir.
(MR. ROARKE CHUCKLES)
Mr. Roarke?
Could I have a word with
you, Mr. Roarke, please?
-Certainly. -Excuse me.
Why didn't you believe me?
I told you telling
Chris about the r*pe
would only make things worse.
Well, it has.
Mrs. Marshall, first of all,
it's too soon to make
such a judgment.
And secondly, your fantasy
was, if you remember,
to rid yourself of
your terrible secret.
Well, you've done that.
Yes. I've also lost my husband.
He walked out on me
just like I said he would,
only for a different reason.
Sit down, Mrs. Marshall.
Please.
There is no crime more
despicable than r*pe.
And I can fully understand
why you reacted as you did.
However, all that
has changed now.
Your husband knows.
But even more important at
this moment is your safety.
That's our main concern.
We must find this man.
I wouldn't know him if
I saw him, Mr. Roarke.
You said you
remembered his eyes.
Oh, I'll never forget his eyes.
You're an artist, Mrs. Marshall.
Draw what you remember.
You wanna make love.
(AMY CRYING OUT)
You wanna make love to me.
You wanna make love to me.
(AMY CRYING) You love it, baby!
Thank you, Mrs. Marshall.
It's not enough, you know.
It's just eyes without a face.
That's why I didn't
want to go to the police.
I didn't want to live this
thing over and over again
for nothing.
You must not be alone
until we have this
man in custody.
MR. ROARKE: Oh,
I... I agree, Mr. Smith.
It does seem that
your fantasy has taken
an unusual turn.
Is that what you call it?
I've been made a
fool of, humiliated,
lost my wife, been punched out,
and all you can say is, "Things
have taken an unusual turn?"
Why don't you stop
feeling sorry for yourself,
Mr. Smith, and think!
I am, about Virgilius Ferm.
And who is this Virgilius
Ferm except the personality
you've always envisioned
yourself becoming?
(CHUCKLES WEAKLY)
Are you standing up
for that... That monster?
Mr. Smith, that
monster is yourself.
-What? -That's right.
He's that hidden
part of your own being
that you've never
let take control.
Flashy, talented,
sure of himself, bold...
And don't forget cruel,
conniving, and selfish!
Yes, it unfortunately lacks in
the admirable human qualities
of kindness and compassion
because those qualities are
an inherent part of you!
Of Bob Smith.
A part that can't be
separated by ambition
or mere wishful daydreaming.
Which leaves me right
where I started... Nowhere.
You've got to put
a stop to this thing.
No, you've got
to put a stop to it.
Your fantasy ends
tonight, Mr. Smith.
Your Virgilius Ferm will
cease to exist in any form.
Your alter ego will
be gone forever.
Along with your last
chance to change yourself
and your life.
(SIGHS)
Then what should
I do, Mr. Roarke?
Take over your other
personality, Mr. Smith.
Refuse to give in.
Remember, there
are many ways to fight.
This is the least effective.
The most effective
way is with the mind,
and with the heart.
Think about it, Mr. Smith.
Think about it.
You're never gonna
forgive me, are you?
Uh, it's not a matter
of forgiveness, Amy.
It's a, you know,
just a matter of time.
You think time
will work for you.
Yeah, that's what I kept saying
to myself all those months.
Just a little more
time and I'll tell him.
Hey, look, I'm on
your side, all right?
It's just that every
time I think of that...
That animal, I... I can't stand
that he's walking around free.
He should be behind bars.
Maybe it's women like me
who should be behind bars, huh?
What are you talking about?
Well, haven't you
heard? Everybody knows.
Some women just ask
for it. The way they dress.
- The way they look at men.
- Oh, come on...
No wonder we feel so ashamed!
We deserve to
be violated, right?
Isn't that what
you really think?
Oh, God, no, Amy.
I never thought that.
I never thought that!
Well, good,
because I am so tired
of feeling guilty.
I am the one that was violated.
-I'm the victim! -Wait a minute.
I was hurt because
you didn't trust me,
because you didn't trust
my love enough to tell me.
Now, if you want to
walk away now, I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry...
- You're sorry, you're sorry.
I'm sorry, the whole
damn world is sorry.
Maybe there's just too
much sorrow between us.
Maybe we just can't make it.
Amy, I...
(RAPID DRUMBEAT, CHEERING)
If I may say so, sir, one of
the delights of this employment
is to watch our happy
and fulfilled guests
pursue their enjoyment
without a care in the world
or a single dark cloud
looming on the horizon,
which is more than I can
say of the management.
Is something wrong, sir?
Very wrong, Lawrence.
A r*pist is at large
on Fantasy Island.
Yes, sir. But on the other hand,
perhaps Mrs. Marshall's
stories of the telephone calls
and the other incidents are
part of an hysterical reaction.
That would certainly
be understandable.
Her problem isn't
hysteria, Lawrence.
Her problem is fear.
And with good
reason, I'm afraid.
(RAPID DRUMMING CONTINUES)
(DRUMMING STOPS, APPLAUSE)
Mr. Roarke, I'm
worried sick about Amy.
We had a little
disagreement and she ran off.
I can't find her anywhere.
I haven't seen
her, Mr. Marshall.
But it's imperative
that you find her,
and when you do, stay with her.
I'll alert island
security to help you.
Wait a minute. What happened?
I've seen the
r*pist, Mr. Marshall.
-What? -He's here.
Chris?
(AMY CRYING OUT)
(CRYING)
(GASPS)
I knew you'd be glad to see me.
It's gonna be
like the other time,
only better.
Now I'm gonna take my hand away.
Don't make me use this.
(MUFFLED ASSENTS)
Please, no.
(MUFFLED SCREAMS)
(GASPS)
I don't mind a little
playing hard to get.
(AMY CRYING OUT)
Chris!
MAN: Good try,
but it's no trick!
(AMY SCREAMING)
I'm gonna k*ll you.
MAN: You want me
to make love to you.
(AMY GASPS)
It's over, Mrs. Marshall.
It's over.
Justice is far
better than revenge,
though sometimes they
may seem like the same thing.
(SIGHS)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Amy...
I love you.
I love you.
AMY: I love you, too.
(HUMMING)
Hello, Bobby boy.
I came to say good-bye.
Oh, we've been through
all that before, remember?
You're not going anywhere.
No, I'm not. You are.
I'm taking over... Both of us.
You can't, Bobby boy.
I'm too strong for you.
Wrong, Virgilius.
You're just my shadow.
What you call your
strength is really my strength.
Your talent, that's mine, too.
I know now that
I really have it.
And I want to thank
you and Mr. Roarke
for showing it to me.
And that's... Straight
from the heart.
Wait a minute.
Let's think this out.
Mmm, we'll strike a truce.
All I'll do is perform.
ROBERT: Uh-uh, I'm
taking over your life,
your look, and your white suit.
VIRGIL: Damn, I didn't
think you had it in you!
I do now, Virgy. All the way!
VIRGIL: You're still a
lousy dresser. No class.
Maybe...
But I'll learn.
And it's the last time
you're going to be right.
(INHALES, EXHALES)
So long, Virgy.
I love you.
I love you, too.
Is that, uh, T-O-O or T-W-O?
Just Y-O-U.
Now, you get out there
and knock 'em dead!
Yeah!
(APPLAUSE)
Thank you.
How nice.
Thank you.
(SOFT BALLAD PLAYING)
♪ I give you love
♪ You turn away
♪ Then wonder why it is nobody
♪ Ever stays
♪ I'm just like you
♪ Nobody's fool
♪ Whenever
someone gets too close
♪ I play it cool
♪ But maybe this time
♪ We'll find the other key
♪ That opens up another door
♪ And find someone
comes back for more
♪ Maybe this time
♪ This time
♪ You turn and go
but then you hesitate
♪ I wonder can I make you wait
♪ Are we a pair
♪ Afraid to care?
♪ But maybe this time
♪ We'll find the other key
♪ That opens up another door
♪ And finds someone
comes back for more
♪ Maybe this time
♪ The cards will treat us right
♪ Deal a little magic
♪ In the middle
of some lonely night
♪ Maybe this time
♪ This time's
♪ For real ♪
(WOMEN CHEERING)
(APPLAUSE)
Well, Mr. and Mrs.
Smith, how do you feel
the morning after your
smashing debut, huh?
Smashing.
And you, Mrs. Smith?
That goes double for me.
-Huh? -Oh, no, what am I saying?
- Thanks... For everything.
- You're very welcome.
- Goodbye, Lawrence.
- Goodbye, madam.
-Lawrence. -Sir.
Mrs. Marshall, you
look radiant this morning.
Positively transformed.
That's the exact word, Lawrence.
For the first time
in a long time,
everything seems
all right with the world.
And with us.
And to you,
Mr. Roarke, thank you.
No, more accurately,
thanks to love and courage...
And understanding.
Well, just the same. Thank you.
-Bye. Bye, Lawrence. -Goodbye.
- Goodbye, ma'am.
- Bye, Lawrence, thank you.
Bye, sir.
Now, sir, for a little surprise.
Irish wolfhounds.
Pedigreed.
Surely that's more your style.
- I don't know, Lawrence...
- Oh, but sir,
they're completely trained.
They won't make a move
without your command.
Not so much as... (DOG BARKS)
(BARKING)
(SNARLING)
(WHISKERS BARKING)
Uh, you were saying, Lawrence?
(WHISKERS SNARLING)
Not a word, sir.
Not a word.
(WHISKERS FUSSING)