(BELLS TOLLING)
- Good morning, Mr. Roarke.
- Good morning, Lawrence.
Smiles, everyone. Smiles.
(HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING)
LAWRENCE: Mr. Alan Curtis
and Ms. Patricia Grayson.
Hmm...
Isn't it pleasant, sir,
when a couple's fantasy is
simply to enjoy a romantic
sojourn on our island paradise?
An exceedingly simple
fantasy, Lawrence,
especially in the
case of Mr. Curtis.
But Ms. Grayson appears to be
such an ideal partner for romance.
Oh, Mr. Curtis agrees
with you wholeheartedly,
but they're here as
friends, not lovers.
Although both their
fantasies are to find romance,
Ms. Grayson has no inkling that
she might find it with Mr. Curtis.
I have arranged for Mr. Curtis to
enjoy the services of an excellent tutor,
the greatest lover in history,
a man whose entire life has
been dedicated to romance.
LAWRENCE: What a lovely
face, sir. A pity she looks so sad.
MR. ROARKE: Yes,
Lawrence. Ms. Whitney Clark,
a fashion buyer for a top
New York department store.
And she has good
reason to be sad.
For the past four
years she has been,
shall we say, seeing
a married man.
- A kept woman?
- Not exactly, Lawrence, no.
Ms. Clark loves
him deeply, but the...
The t*rture of having
to love him secretly,
uh, has become more
than she can bear.
Her fantasy is to
find the courage
to bid him a final farewell.
My dear guests, I am
Mr. Roarke, your host.
Welcome to Fantasy Island.
With two such attractive people,
I don't think your basic
requirements will be too difficult.
Well, it's got to be easier
than back in Kansas.
I've known Alan since we
were, what, in second grade,
and I don't think either of us has
ever really been in love with anyone.
Not even a childhood crush?
Well, maybe I don't tell
her everything, Lawrence.
We're not asking too
much, are we Mr. Roarke?
It's been my observation,
Ms. Grayson, that, uh, romance
can best be found in the
spontaneous interaction
of two people.
Ah, like they say,
"Live the fantasy," right?
Okay. Sounds good to me.
(LAUGHS) Come on,
Alan. Let's go get lucky.
Uh, you... You
go ahead, Pat. I...
I need to talk to
Mr. Roarke for a minute.
Oh, okay.
Come to think of it, maybe we'll both
have better luck on our own, anyway.
(LAUGHS)
(SIGHS) I'm wasting
my time, Mr. Roarke.
Pat has no idea she's
the woman I want.
Why don't you just tell Ms.
Grayson of your true feelings, sir?
Because it would
change everything.
If she turns me down as a lover,
I'll probably lose her as a friend too.
So we must make sure she
doesn't reject you. Agreed?
Sure,
but I don't even know how
to talk to her romantically.
Every time I try,
I... I come up mute.
Perhaps, Mr. Curtis, you'll be
more fluent in the language of love
if you observe the romantic
technique of an expert?
I doubt it.
Who've you got in mind?
The world's greatest
lover, Mr. Curtis.
I've made arrangements for you to
go back to the golden age of romance,
to be tutored by the renowned
Don Juan himself.
The Don Juan, sir?
The one and only.
You will begin your journey
in precisely half an hour,
if you meet us then by the
Spanish gate. Excuse me.
Okay.
(SCOFFS)
Don Juan?
WHITNEY: I never intended to
get involved with a married man.
I was on one of my buying trips
and Dan was showcasing
his new swim wear line.
We had lunch to discuss a deal,
and before I knew
it, I was in his room,
and it just happened.
When I found out he was
married, I was humiliated,
and I told myself I'd
never see him again,
but then he called and...
And you saw him again?
He treated me like
I was his queen.
LAWRENCE: Tea is served, sir.
Ah, thank you, Lawrence.
- Uh, will you join me, Ms. Clark?
- Yes.
-Thank you. -You're welcome.
Excuse me, madam,
but why do you want to
end this romantic liaison
if it has been so meaningful?
That's just it. It's never
really been meaningful.
Oh, it's been exiting,
yes, and passionate,
but it's not where I want
to be the rest of my life.
I need more.
If I'm in love with a
man, I wanna be able to
shout it to the whole
world if I want to.
Is Mr. Garman aware
of your feelings?
You don't know how
many times I've...
It's no use. His...
His wife won't
give him a divorce.
Ms. Clark, nothing would
give me greater pleasure
than to wave my hand
and make your fantasy complete.
I'm afraid, however, that
at this time all I can do
is provide you the opportunity to
end your relationship with Mr. Garman.
The rest is up to you.
When you are ready
to begin your fantasy,
Lawrence will escort you. To
the amphitheater, Lawrence.
Yes, sir.
MR. ROARKE: I believe you'll
find it a necessary place to, uh...
To begin.
This idea about sending
me back in time Don
so that Don Juan can teach
me how to be romantic with Pat...
I mean, you're putting
me on, right, Mr. Roarke?
Oh, indeed not,
Mr. Curtis. Indeed not.
When you walk through that gate,
you'll go back to Old Madrid
during the golden
age of romance.
Come on.
We're talking years ago.
It's impossible.
Why don't you walk
through the gate
and find out, Mr. Curtis?
Okay.
Go ahead.
Mr. Roarke...
CARMELITA: Oh, Don Juan.
Say my name, mmm? Say my name.
Oh, Carmelita,
Christina, Marlena.
Oh, you make it
sound so beautiful.
You're really Don Juan?
What have we here?
-Oh. -A spy for your husband?
So you will die, sir, now.
Hey. Hey. Mr. Roarke sent me.
Oh, he did, huh?
Well, I am going to
send you back to him...
perforated.
ALAN: Ah... Where am I?
Let go of me.
You let go of me.
All right, you wizard.
Return me instantly to Madrid
or I hand you over
to the Inquisition.
Hey, hey. Look, I... I don't know
anymore about this than you do.
I guess we're back
on Fantasy Island.
Something must have gone wrong.
Any fool can see that.
Now, obviously you are
merely a wizard's apprentice,
but the prick of my sword
may enhance your ability.
-Now, en garde. -Mr. Roarke?
What is going on? Ahh!
Who are you?
I am Don Juan.
Well,
this wasn't exactly
my fantasy, but, uh,
who am I to quibble? (LAUGHS)
And
what shall I call
you, my fair rose?
-Sylvia. -Oh, Sylvia.
What a very short,
but very lovely name.
Sylvia.
Your name slides off my
tongue like a glissando.
-(MOANING) -Sylvia.
Excellent. There, there, there,
and that's very good. I like that.
- First, we'll have...
- What's he doing here?
I believe Mr. Garman is here
to do a fashion show, madam.
He would be. Excuse me.
In the striped turquoise
one. Definitely a brunette.
Okay? Now, I'll tell you what...
(STAMMERING) Whitney?
Uh, I'll be right back.
Talk about surprises.
How'd you know I'd be here?
I was about to ask
you the same question.
I'm closing a deal
for Mr. Roarke.
He wants a designer
label for Fantasy Island.
Oh, it's great to
see you, Whitney.
Do you know why I'm here?
No, but I'm glad you are.
Is your wife with you?
Elizabeth? Yes, she is.
You didn't tell me you
were gonna follow me.
Follow you? I came
here to get away from you.
Look, uh,
let's get together
after the show.
I'll send Elizabeth home,
and then
we can spend a few
days together. Okay?
No okays. No more of this.
Well, then, uh,
maybe...
Maybe you're the one
who should go home?
I tell you what.
Why don't I give your wife an education
about your fun and games on the side?
I've been wanting to talk
to that lady for a long time.
You wouldn't do a
thing like that, Whitney.
Oh, wouldn't I? Watch me.
Whitney,
I love you.
I do love you very much.
It was awful, Mr. Roarke.
One minute, I'm
there, somewhere,
And then that maniac, who says he's
Don Juan, comes at me with a sword,
and... And the next thing
I know we're back here,
- both of us.
- Uh, now, apparently, Mr. Curtis,
somehow the connection between here
and Old Madrid remained opened, you see.
As he pursued you out the window,
you both fell forward into the present.
Yeah, yeah, well, that's your
problem, and you're welcome to him.
He's in there.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(GROANING)
Stay away from my wife,
you bum, or I'll k*ll you.
What kind of costume
pervert are you?
Oh, gentleman.
Gentlemen, please, please.
It is you, Roarke.
And just in time, I see.
I... I regret this disturbance,
an unfortunate mistake.
Would've been a lot more unfortunate
if I hadn't walked in when I did.
- You okay, Hun?
- Yeah. Nothing happened but...
Please accept my apologies,
both of you, please?
I feel amour.
Well, Roarke, you
couldn't have sent
your bumbling apprentice
for me at a worst moment.
- What is it you want?
- You mean you two really know each other?
Yes, we met once briefly,
and Mr. Roarke used
his wizardry to assist me.
I believe that the six
brothers of a certain lady
were about to assist
you into an early grave?
I was caught without my sword.
Not to mention certain garments.
(LAUGHS)
Now, I need you to instruct
my young friend here
in the art of romancing a woman.
Uh, perhaps if he could
watch you in action?
Study your technique?
Your application of skill?
Just like that, huh?
Yes, and if you could do
it in clothing a little less,
shall we say, conspicuous?
Very well. Come,
young wizard to be.
First, a suitable
costume of the day.
Then let's find some
poor woman needing love
and, I'll let you observe
so I can return to
my own pursuits.
Now, you watch carefully,
and you're gonna
learn something.
ALAN: No, not Pat.
Oh, senorita, , pardons.
Um, this may seem very strange,
but I know I've seen
you somewhere before.
No, no. I would have
remembered you,
especially with that,
"Seen you before" line.
-(CHUCKLES) Oh, no,
no. No, you misunderstand.
I believe we have never met.
Yet I have seen you.
Really, where? In Kansas?
Kansas?
Oh, no, not in some
strangely named kingdom
but in the mystical
kingdom of my dreams.
For it is in those dreams
that I have adored
your beautiful face
and marvel at your body's grace.
- You sure you've got the right woman?
- Absolutely.
Maybe not the physical sort.
Visions have sent
me, yet, in your case,
my dreams were but poor shadows
compared to the living
beauty of your presence.
- Well, I don't know what to say.
- Say nothing,
only I beg thee
let me touch your cheeks,
or else I'll think ever after that
our meeting was itself a dream.
- ALAN: I don't believe this.
- (MOANING)
-(GASPS) -(MOANS)
That's all the rapture I
can endure at the moment.
Woman in my dreams,
I have some mundane
duties to fulfill.
Will I see you again?
Without the slightest doubt.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
You talk funny,
but it's so romantic.
See how it's done, apprentice?
She's mine for the plucking
at some later harvest.
Now, on to lesson number two.
Can I help you, madam?
Yes. Where can I find
Elizabeth Garman?
Ms. Clark, I hope you're not going to
start behaving like a woman scorned?
Lawrence,
uh, that will be all
for now, thank you.
Yes, sir.
I believe you'll find Mrs. Garman
in her bungalow, Ms. Clark.
But, um,
I strongly advise you against using
revenge as a motive for seeing her.
Mr. Roarke, I am tired
of suffering all by myself.
I'm gonna let Dan's wife
feel a little of the pain too.
Be very, very
careful, Ms. Clark.
I can assure you that
hurting someone else
will never help your own
wounds to heal any faster.
I'll take my chance.
Come on in. It's as
open as I'll ever get it.
You must be the girl
who's supposed to
come for the bikinis.
They're on the sofa.
- Are you Mrs. Garman?
- Of course.
You are here for the bikinis?
Yes. Yes, I'm sorry.
Oh, you must be
new in the company?
I haven't seen you around.
Yes, um, my name
is Whitney Clark.
Oh, you one of the models?
No, I'm in sales.
Oh, um, that's news.
I didn't know Dan brought
in new representatives.
Well, doesn't matter.
Is there something
the matter, Ms. Clark?
Uh, no, I... I...
I just didn't expect the...
The chair, yes.
Well, don't apologize. I had the same
reaction when I saw it in the hospital.
If you don't mind my asking,
how long have you been...
Been disabled?
Well, let's see, now.
About five years, now.
Dan and I were
vacationing in Tahiti,
and we were diving
into shallow water.
I'm slicing through a wave,
next thing I know I'm upside
down in some traction rack
just like a Vincent Price movie.
The doctor said I had
damage in my spinal column.
I'm sorry.
Like I said, Ms. Clark,
there's no need to be.
You have to think positively
when you're in my position.
Are you sure that nothing
is bothering you, Ms. Clark?
Ms. Clark?
Oh, no, nothing's bothering me.
I gotta go.
Ms. Clark,
the bikinis, remember?
Oh. Yeah, I'm sorry.
Well, chow.
It's very nice having
you in the family.
Thank you.
Ah, young wizard, a question.
Can you tell me what
a telephone number is?
A very fetching young
wench gave me hers,
and I don't know
what one does with it.
Look, uh, Don,
this whole project is
hopeless. I'm not you.
Doubtless, you are correct.
Hey.
Hey. Maybe it would be better
if you plead my case for me?
Sure, sure, I mean, like,
talk to the girl I want to be
romantic with and tell her how I feel?
A most unorthodox procedure,
but if such is your wish, I shall
grant it, as a favor to Roarke.
Now who is this personage?
The good looking woman you
conned in lesson number one.
Oh, the lovely senorita.
You have better taste
than I would have thought.
Let us go in search of her.
Now, I don't want you
to go too far, understand?
I... I mean, she's special,
real special. Watch
what you say.
Young wizard, I am Don Juan.
I know what to say to any woman.
(SIGHS)
I want to know all about you.
Tell me about your
land, your times.
My Spain is a sun kissed land
full of the world's
most vigorous men
and most beautiful
women, aside from yourself.
PATRICIA: You say
such lovely things.
DON JUAN: Ah, I only wish you
could see Spain through my eyes,
for you to see my
villa in Valencia.
I'd say you were a man, not only of
poetic speech, but of honor and passion.
And you a woman of perception.
So perhaps you know
already there is a man
whose heart is full of nothing
but tender thoughts of you?
Yes, I know. I know.
Oh, you know?
So if he should speak
to you of his passion,
you will give him a
sympathetic hearing?
Oh, most sympathetic. You
can count on that, Don Juan.
Oh, Don Juan.
So you know who I am?
Yes, Mr. Roarke told me.
He said you were here
to fulfill someone's fantasy.
I had no idea it would be mine.
Naturally,
any assistance I can provide
in the case of somebody
so beautiful as
you are, my dear...
Pat. My name is Pat.
Patricia.
Mmm.
Patricia.
(MOANING)
(ROMANTIC INSTRUMENTAL
MUSIC PLAYING)
-Hi, Pat. -Hi.
How're you feeling?
Oh, Alan, I just feel
scrumptious. (GIGGLES)
Scrumptious?
Yes, that means better
than I've ever felt before.
(EXHALES) Really?
So, um,
Don Juan talked to you?
Yes, yes, he did.
And he, uh,
told you there's someone
who really cares for you?
And you, uh, you like
this... This special someone?
I mean, you really
care for him too?
Oh, Alan, I adore him.
That's terrific.
Oh, I knew I wanted romance,
but I had no idea it
would be so romantic.
Oh, I just feel wonderful.
Yeah, me too.
Do you, uh...
Do you wanna to kiss me?
I want to kiss the whole world.
Oh.
Is, uh,
is that how you kiss
when you feel wonderful?
Who would have thought that I would fall
in love with the world's greatest lover?
The what?
Don Juan is everything
I ever wanted in a man.
He's warm and passionate
and romantic and caring.
I never knew life could
be so scrumptious.
Aren't you happy for me, Alan?
Yeah, ecstatic.
Excuse me.
-DAN: Whitney? -Go away.
I knew you couldn't tell her.
You're not that kind of lady.
I tried.
She told me about the lovely
girl who came by for the designs.
Why didn't you
tell me about her?
Tell me about everything?
How?
What would it have sounded like?
I don't want your pity, Whitney.
I want your love.
I love you so much.
(SOBBING) I love you so much.
(EXHALES)
No, I can't.
-(SOBBING) -Whitney, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, baby. I really am.
Don't you know I
love you so much?
So much.
No. No.
No! Get away from me.
Whitney, you
can't do this to us.
How can we do
this to her? To me?
You should have told me,
damn it. You should have told me.
If I had, you would never
have let me get near you,
- and I love you.
- If you love me,
you would have
given me the choice,
- a choice to get out of this mess.
- Please, Whitney,
- listen to me.
- No, get away from me.
- Listen, I love you.
- Get away from me.
- I love you. Don't you understand?
- No.
- No. No. No. No.
- I need you. I care for you.
- I want you, and I love you.
- No, no. If you love me get out of here.
Get the hell out
of here. Get out.
(SOBBING)
No.
No. No.
It's not gonna end like this.
Oh...
Oh, I hate you.
(SOBBING)
good time, and,
uh, will you excuse me?
Damn it, Roarke.
You brought me to this island
under false pretenses, didn't you?
You're not interested
in a swimsuit deal.
You just want to stick your nose into
something that's none of your business.
You are mistaken about
our business agreement.
Mr. Garman, I am
interested in your swimsuits.
Um,
with regard to Ms. Clark,
I hardly think you are a position
to be accusing others of deception.
I'm not going to lose
Whitney, do you understand?
And, uh,
as far as our little business deal is
concerned, don't worry about that.
It's still on.
Oh, I assure you,
Mr. Garman, I'm not worried,
not about our business contract,
but I would advise you to think
very carefully about your personal life.
You may find
yourself, as they say,
kissing goodbye your wife
and Ms. Clark.
And when the crown was placed on
the prince's head, the sun came out
as if to signify the
blessing of the deity.
Oh, the coronation
sounds thrilling.
I wish I could see
the Spain of your time.
Oh, and I know not how I
shall live in my time without you.
I almost want to stay
here forever with you
or ask you to return
with me to Madrid.
Is that possible?
If you so decided, dear lady,
yes.
I don't know.
I'd almost despaired of
finding romance in my life,
but with you...
(MOANING)
Pat?
Pat? I've been
looking all over for you.
Oh, not to be concerned,
young wizard. She is with me.
That's my biggest
concern of all.
Now, I'd like to
talk to Pat alone.
Move out. Get going.
You foolish apprentice.
No, stop it. Stop
it, both of you.
Don Juan, dueling has
been outlawed for years,
and besides, I don't
want the two of you to...
Well, just stop it, all right?
Now, Patricia,
I must talk to Roarke once more
about our immediate departure.
Except for you,
this strange place
has lost its charm.
You're not going anywhere
with that lecher, Pat. Alan,
I'm old enough to make
up my mind now, thank you,
and I'm not gonna stand here and
listen to you slander a wonderful man.
Pat? It's just...
It's just I love you.
(SIGHS)
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
It's open.
Ah, good morning, Ms. Clark.
You're planning to leave?
Well, it would have been
a beautiful day for flying.
Unfortunately the next plane
doesn't leave until tomorrow.
You mean I have to
stay here till tomorrow?
Quit playing games,
Mr. Roarke, I'm in no mood.
You of all people should
know why I want to leave here.
After all, you arranged
this whole thing.
I take it you had a confrontation
with Mr. Garman, huh?
How could you have possibly
thought that bringing Dan and his wife
here would make it easier
for me to make my decision?
I never promised you
an absence of pain
breaking up with Mr. Garman,
only the chance
to do so, Ms. Clark.
Well, you've given me
that chance, Mr. Roarke,
and I can't do it.
I can't break it off.
Ms. Clark, if you still want
to realize your fantasy,
I suggest you take the path that
you will find at the end of the garden.
-No more games, Mr. Roarke? -No,
no games, Ms. Clark,
I promise you.
Please...
-Hi, Ms. Clark. -Hello.
It's such a nice day, I'd
thought I'd take a little stroll,
or, in my case, maybe
I should say a little roll.
Whatever.
Ah, you seem kind of down.
My husband fire
you or something?
No, no, nothing like that.
Whatever it is,
I've got the cure.
Look around this place.
Is this a paradise or what?
If you do the
favor of being my chauffeur, I
sure would like some company.
-Why not? -Well, thank you.
Here we go.
You know, Mrs. Garman...
Oh, it's Elizabeth
to you, Whitney.
All right, Elizabeth.
You know, Elizabeth, I really
admire the way you look at life.
How you seem to be able to deal
with whatever comes your way.
Ah, thank you. I'm strong too.
But you should have
seen me after my mishap.
I was throwing this little pity
party. I was the only guest.
I really couldn't have
cared less about living.
I think the only reason I probably
didn't curl up and die is because of Dan.
He just never cut me any slack.
He kept telling me what
a special person I was.
Kept encouraging me, convincing
me that I had everything to live for.
So I probably just did
finally start believing him.
I think that's wonderful.
I've been trying to deal
with the reverse of that.
Would you like to...
To talk about it?
You see, I've been going with
this guy for a few years now,
and I thought I was
pretty special to him too,
but I just found out he has
someone even more special in his life,
someone that fills his
needs a lot more than I do.
So I came to Fantasy
Island to find the courage to
tell him it's over between us.
Mmm, that's strange.
Why do you say that?
I think I came here
to do the same thing.
You know, men have their
needs just like women do,
and I can't give Dan
that kind of love anymore,
and even though he never lets
on, I know it's really difficult for him
out there with all those pretty girls in
the bikinis that I've designed for them.
Love's a lot more
than that, Elizabeth.
Oh, I know. But,
oh,
look,
this is a decision I've
been avoiding for four years.
I don't think if I can
live with myself if I don't
cut Dan lose.
Give him his freedom
to love somebody else,
be loved totally.
I offered to divorce Dan,
but he wouldn't take it.
Isn't that something?
Then it proves he
really loves you.
You and your husband
have everything
that make a real
relationship work, Elizabeth...
Concern and devotion
and all the years together.
You can't give that up.
You're a pretty good
therapist, you know that?
Thank you.
I hope everything works
out for you, Whitney.
It will.
If we are late for that
swimming suit showing,
I'm still going to have to
fire you. Home, James.
(LAUGHS)
(SIGHS)
MR. ROARKE: Mr. Curtis,
this is the time for action...
not contemplation.
What action?
How can I stop Pat?
You know,
I really think she
wants to go with that...
That flowery mouthed Don Juan.
Perhaps if you punched
him in that mouth?
Sure,
and Pat'd be there daubing
his lips with her handkerchief,
and I'd be lying on the floor
with his sword in my stomach.
Still, if you want to prevent Ms.
Grayson's going, you must do something.
Madrid is a lot farther off than
Kansas, especially in this case.
Yes, and if Ms. Grayson goes,
she will be gone forever.
Come, Mr. Curtis,
shake off your lethargy.
If you really love Ms. Grayson,
you must prove it to her, now.
Mr. Roarke, how can I compete
with the greatest lover in history?
It's remarkably simple.
You love Ms. Grayson
and Ms. Grayson only.
Don Juan can never
offer that kind of love.
How do I know that's the
kind of love she really wants?
Now, really, Mr. Curtis,
do you want to
win her for yourself,
or do you want to think up excuses
why you're going to lose her, huh?
If you don't really care
enough, I'm sorry for you.
Oh, I'll do what I
can, not for you,
but for Ms. Grayson.
Come, Lawrence.
(SIGHS)
LAWRENCE: A purple
chevron striped sarong...
with matching bathing
suit entitled Flash Dance.
A flowered one piece t*nk
suit entitled Herbaceous Border.
I wish I were south.
A white simple
lace inserted bikini
entitled La Paloma.
Oh, for the wings.
A one piece t*nk suit with a
plunge neckline and a simple peplum.
Now, ladies and gentlemen,
feast your eyes on
this magnificent creature
in a peacock combination bandeau
bikini complete with wrapped skirt.
It can be worn as a sun
dress during luncheon...
and then later for a
sunset dip in the ocean.
Thank you.
(LAWRENCE CONTINUES
INDISTINCTLY)
Elizabeth, a little business I
have to take care of. Excuse me.
(LAWRENCE CONTINUES
INDISTINCTLY)
I'll be right back.
Oh, poor Dan.
They never give him
a moment's peace.
I wish he was able to slow down,
but I guess he'll never change.
Oh, I wouldn't saym
"Never," Mrs. Garman.
Sometimes changes come
when you least expect them.
LAWRENCE: Now,
ladies and gentlemen,
feast your eyes on this magnificent
peacock combination bandeau bikini.
I got your message.
I had to see you before I go.
Whitney, listen. I've
made up my mind.
I'm leaving Elizabeth.
Just let me wrap up this deal with
Roarke and send her home, okay?
Then it'll be just you and me.
Oh, Dan, stop lying to yourself.
You can't leave Elizabeth,
and more importantly,
you don't want to.
I do want to.
Then you would have said yes
when she asked for the divorce.
Whitney, I'm sorry. I just
couldn't run out on her.
I know.
But I don't want to lose you
either. Don't you understand?
Yes, I do understand, Dan,
but you've got to realize
it's no longer in your hands.
We could never
be happy together.
Elizabeth would always be
there, always be between us.
I love you so much.
Then let me go.
Dan, she needs you so badly.
Whit...
She needs all of you,
not just what's left after us.
I can't say goodbye.
Then I'll have to.
Can you?
Goodbye.
Roarke, I'm taking
Patricia with me.
I'm sorry, Don Juan.
I cannot permit Ms.
Grayson to return with you.
But... But I want
to, Mr. Roarke.
Do you Ms. Grayson?
Do you really want to?
Of course she does, Roarke.
Now, you stand aside.
No, Don Juan.
Tonight, my love.
We will have supper in
Madrid, I promise you.
But, Don Juan,
your castle in Madrid
is presided over by the
elegant Countessa La Managua.
I doubt she will tolerate
another mistress there.
(GROANING)
We'll go to my
chateau in Andorra.
What of the beautiful Duchess
of Burgundy and her retinue?
Ah, I have in my
palace in Seville.
And there shall Ms. Grayson meet
the lovely Princess Juanita de Sonora,
your youngest mistress
whom you also love very dearly.
Love? You mean you love
all those women, Don Juan?
Of course,
but not as I love
thee, Patricia.
Oh, I found the solution.
I have always wanted
to be in Barcelona.
So there you will
have your castle.
I knew I wasn't the first but...
You're not even the
, th, madam.
Careful, Roarke. This is
the finest, most rare brocade.
Ah! Enter the
sorcerer's apprentice,
just in time to say, "Farewell".
You may be right, Don.
Give me your sword, Mr. Roarke.
Alan. Have you lost your mind?
Probably,
but I'm gonna prove I love you more
than this dashing dandy ever could.
Bravo, sir.
You are convinced this is
what you want to do, Mr. Curtis?
Don Juan is a renowned duelist.
Yeah. Yeah, I know,
but I'm gonna have a s*ab at it.
Oh, Alan, you
can't. He'll k*ll you.
That's right, Ms. Grayson,
that's precisely
what will happen.
Or perhaps I will just
cut off his nose and ears
as a lesson, dear Roarke?
Oh, stop it, please.
Alan, I don't want you hurt.
I love you Pat, just you.
I always have,
and I always will.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
You see, Ms. Grayson, Don
Juan was just brought here
to teach Mr. Curtis how to tell you
what Mr. Curtis is now showing you.
How much he truly loves you.
That's right. I'm a
one-woman man,
and I want a one-man woman.
But so do I.
(STRUGGLING)
What nonsense.
Surely you prefer the
world's greatest lover
to this buffoon and his
limited romantic imagination?
-PATRICIA: Oh! -(ALAN GROANS)
Oh, no, Don Juan.
Oh.
Stop that. Stop.
Ah, Patricia, how anger
flushes your cheeks,
like a peach's blush.
Oh, get lost.
Ah!
Oh, Alan!
Alan, you all right?
(SIGHS)
Perfect.
Just perfect.
Thank you, Don Juan.
My pleasure, Roarke.
Hello, Mr. Roarke.
After a weekend like this, I'm gonna take
some time to set up a new course in life,
but thanks to you at least I
know what direction to set it in.
I am very confident, Ms. Clark,
that you will find what you
are looking for very soon.
And I'd like to add, madam, I've
come to admire your courage very much.
Thank you. Thank you both.
-Goodbye. -Bye.
Goodbye, madam.
Charming lady, sir.
She's going to make some fortunate
man a wonderful wife some day.
I couldn't agree with
you more, Lawrence.
I couldn't agree with you more.
Mr. Roarke, thank you.
Things didn't go exactly
the way I thought they would,
but in the end...
- You got the girl.
- And I got the boy.
Mr. Roarke, what ever
happened to Don Juan?
Legend has it that he
finally gave up his mistresses,
married one woman,
and settled down,
something to do with
a lesson he learned
in a foreign land, I believe.
I think I learned a
lesson in that same place.
-Thank you, Mr. Roarke
-You're very welcome, sir.
-So did I. -Goodbye, sir.
-Goodbye, Lawrence. -Goodbye.
-Goodbye. -Goodbye.
Ah, love blooms
eternally, Lawrence,
in many blossoms
in many gardens.
When properly fertilized,
indeed it does, sir.