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[PLANE ENGINE ROARING]

[BELL TOLLING]

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

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

Smiles, everyone. Smiles!

[BAND PLAYS]

LAWRENCE: There's a refreshing sight, sir.

Father, mother, and daughter.

We get so few families here.

Yes, that's Dr. Jack Gorman, his wife Lucy,

and their daughter, Amanda.

LAWRENCE: The family that fantasizes together,

stays together, right, sir?

ROARKE: Not in this case, I'm afraid, Lawrence.

No, you see, Mrs. Gorman is

extremely unhappy with her marriage.

-LAWRENCE: You don't say, sir? -Yes.

Her fantasy is to relive the day of her wedding

to determine once and for all

if she did indeed marry the wrong man.

I should have known it was too good to be true.

Don't give up hope yet, Lawrence.

LAWRENCE: Jeans and a tie?

A touch conservative, don't you think, sir?

Perhaps, Lawrence, but, um,

don't let appearances fool you.

Mr. Fred Connors from Cleveland, Ohio,

is not as tame as he might look.

Oh, well, he certainly doesn't seem the type

who'd enjoy hunting the great African Cape buffalo.

What Mr. Connors is after

could prove far more exciting, Lawrence.

His fantasy is to spend the weekend

on a desert island...

with a beautiful girl.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

LUCY: And there's Jack and me at the altar.

Oh, that was five very long years ago.

Uh, Mrs. Gorman, are you quite certain your marriage

is, um, as you put it, on the rocks?

Well, you tell me?

See, I was a nurse when Jack and I got married.

And I put him through his last two years

of medical school,

and then I helped him through his internship.

But for four years, the only time I ever saw him

was when he had a bill for me to pay.

And when he completed his schooling?

I thought it was gonna get better and it didn't.

Got worse.

Ever since he set up his medical practice,

he totally ignores me.

Mr. Roarke, it is like

his own wife does not even exist...

[SIGHS] ...after all I've done for him.

Anyway, if that doesn't mean that my marriage is kaput,

I don't know what does.

Well, have you confronted him with your feelings?

Well, no.

I'm... [CHUCKLES] ...I guess I'm a little bit scared

to talk to him about it.

It's like actually hearing him say

that he doesn't love me anymore is gonna hurt.

Anyway, I think actions speak louder than words.

I think it's pretty obvious

that the only person in this family

that Jack really loves is Mandy.

I can't say that I blame him, though.

She is a wonderful, little girl.

But...

the truth of the matter, Mr. Roarke,

is that I'm jealous of my own daughter.

-That's how bad my marriage is. -I see.

And this, uh, gentlemen you mention in your letter,

Mr. Craig, uh...

-Carlson. -...Carlson.

Craig was a medical student the same time Jack was.

And lately, I don't know, it's--

it's like I'm haunted by this feeling

that Craig is really the man I should have married.

And I am dying to find out. Can I get started?

I can send you back to the day of your wedding

right away, Mrs. Gorman.

But your fantasy will last only 48 hours...

and you must return to exactly...

the same spot where you entered your fantasy

in order to leave it.

Do you understand?

Yeah, that sounds simple enough.

Good.

Now, Mrs. Gorman...

I want you to look at this picture again.

Really...

look at it.

The year is 1978.

Remember how you looked then.

Remember the day of your wedding...

what you were hearing...

The music...

the minister...

the vows you were exchanging.

MINISTER: Do you, Lucinda Marie Patrick,

take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband

for better or worse,

in sickness and in health,

for as long as you both shall live?

No, I sure don't.

-[PEOPLE EXCLAIM] -I'm sorry.

So, how about it, Lawrence?

-Almost a perfect fit, right? -It is a perfect fit, sir.

So, Mr. Roarke, uh, who is she gonna be?

When do I get to meet her?

You will meet her when you get to the cove, Mr. Connors.

Pelican Cove, it's called.

As for who she is...

I think perhaps you already know her.

[EXHALES] Oh!

Well, of course-- Do I know her? Of course I know her. I mean,

everyone knows her. She does commercials.

Do you know that I once bought

five bottles of aftershave lotion because of her?

-No. -Yes.

You mean-- you mean, this is the one I'm gonna be

-marooned with, Celina Morgan? -Celina Morgan, yes.

Ordinarily, it would be very difficult

to get someone of this woman's stature

to participate in a fantasy such as yours.

But her manager feels it will help

convince Revington Cosmetics

that Miss Morgan is the ideal model to represent

their new Marooned Girl line of beauty aids.

Marooned with the Marooned Girl.

Appalling how paradise is being exploited these days.

ROARKE: Mm-hmm.

Celina Morgan.

Now, I mean, we are talking world-class here.

Yes, I can understand your enthusiasm, Mr. Connors.

But I feel I must caution you.

What you see...

isn't always...

what you get.

All aboard, gentlemen.

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

[PELICANS SQUAWKING]

This is wonderful, Mr. Roarke.

Well, I'm delighted you approve, Mr. Connors.

MAN: See everything that comes out of these cameras,

I don't want anything to go without my looking at it.

-Ah, good, good! -[CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING]

Okay, that--

Actually, um, this is a cove

at the very tip of Fantasy Island,

but, um, the mountains make it quite inaccessible.

For all practical purposes, your desert island, sir.

Well, it certainly isn't a deserted one, is it?

Hmm?

MAN: Good, good. Keep it moving.

I want to see lots of movement.

Ah, the photographers. Yes.

Come, Mr. Connors, they're anxious to meet you.

MAN: You all better have enough film here for me.

Okay, let's see. Get down here.

Get over here. I want an angle from over here.

Ah, good.

Yeah, oh, yeah. Okay, people.

Now, Celina,

show us what the world is waiting for...

The Marooned Girl!

[CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING]

Very impressive indeed, sir.

And, uh, you, Mr. Connors, no comment?

That's because I've died...

and gone to heaven.

Hold it. Just a second, okay?

Ah, Mr. Roarke is over there.

The guy with him must be the one with the fantasy.

-Oh. -We should probably get him

in on some of this, huh?

-Whatever you say, Wes. -Hmm, smiling.

Miss Celina Morgan, her manager, Mr. Wes Perry,

Mr. Fred Connors, the young man whose fantasy

you have so graciously consented to fulfill.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Fred.

Hi, hi, it's nice to meet you.

-Very, very nice. -[WES CHUCKLES]

Oh, Celina, how about showing the photographers

what Fred's weekend with the Marooned Girl

is gonna be like?

Sure. Come on, Fred.

WES: Oh, sorry.

[FRED MOANING]

Let's go, Lawrence.

I believe, uh, Mr. Connors is in good hands.

Well put, sir.

Very apt.

WES: Okay, that's it. Show's over.

-[FRED GRUNTS] -Celina?

Yeah, uh, uh, back to the boat, everybody.

Grab the props for me, would you?

Celina, will you remember that Christy Robbins is also up

-for this Marooned gig? -I know it.

Fred better have a smile on his face when I bring

the photographers back the day after tomorrow

or you can kiss your chances goodbye.

All right, okay, okay. All right, all right.

Please.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Don't you think it's about time we...

got to know each other a little better, hmm?

Well, I think that's a good idea.

-Mm. -And for starters,

hands off, okay?

[PELICAN SQUAWKING]

WOMAN ON PA: Dr. Weiss, please call your office.

Dr. Weiss, call your office.

LUCY: 1978.

[GASPS] It's five years ago.

Lucy?

Michelle?

Hi, gosh, it's good to see you again.

You just saw me yesterday.

Oh, yeah, I did, didn't I?

Besides, aren't you forgetting something?

Uh...

Well, it's been a while. Well, am I?

You're supposed to be getting married today.

Um, I changed my mind.

-You what? -Changed my mind.

Lucy, you're getting married, not buying a pair of shoes.

What you do you mean you changed your mind?

Lucy,

I want some answers and I want them now.

-All right, so do I. -[CALL BUTTON BUZZING]

Mr. Radison. Probably wants another back rub, the letch.

Listen, talk slow. Okay, you guys.

Look, what's gotten into you?

How could you just walk out like that?

Jack, it wouldn't have worked.

-What wouldn't have worked? -Our marriage.

Says you and what fortune teller?

You're just gonna have to take my word for this one, okay?

Lucy, whatever is bothering you, please

tell me so we can talk about it.

I love you.

Jack, talk is not gonna change this.

And love is just a word, especially with you.

You're not making any sense.

JACK: Lucy. Lucy?

Okay, you want to know

-why I called it off, huh? -Yes.

Well, there's the reason right there.

-Craig Carlson? -Yes, Craig Carlson.

-You're seeing Craig Carlson? -No, but I'm going to.

What's wrong with you? He's a loser.

-He is not. -His test scores

are so low they're off the charts.

Well, I happen to think differently.

-I'm not gonna let you do this. -Let go of me, Jack Gorman!

You have messed up my life one time

and you're not gonna do it again.

JACK: And what do you mean by that?

LUCY: I mean nothing by that.

-JACK: Lucy? -What?

JACK: Lucy!

[♪♪♪♪♪]

CHRISTY: I have to talk to Mr. Roarke.

Where is he?

Madam, you cannot barge in here unannounced!

Madam!

Mr. Roarke, tell that ape

to watch what he does with his hands

or I'll have him arrested for committing lewd

and obscene things upon my body.

I was merely trying to restrain her.

It's all right, Lawrence. I'll see the lady.

A matter of definition, sir.

I'm Christy Robbins.

Oh, yes, I've seen your face

in many advertisements, Miss Robbins.

-Won't you sit down? -Thank you.

Would you care to join me?

-No, thank you. -No?

Now, what can I do for you?

You can tell me where that Marooned Girl publicity stunt

of Celina Morgan's is going down.

And may I ask what would be your interest in the matter?

To keep from getting robbed, that's what.

I beg your pardon?

I had that Marooned job all wrapped up

and then Celina started making waves

about this desert island stuff.

Uh, Miss Robbins, knowing how competitive

the world of modeling is,

I can appreciate how important the Marooned assignment is

for the woman who finally lands it.

Uh, nevertheless, I cannot tell you what you want to know.

-I'm terribly sorry. -That's not fair.

I deserve a shot at that gig as much as she does.

Perhaps, but my primary obligation

is to my client, Mr. Connors.

Well, let me tell you something, Roarke,

I didn't become centerfold of the year

by taking "no" for an answer.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Craig? Hi.

Hi, Lucy.

Why don't you sit down?

Are you sure I'm not disturbing you?

No, no, it's okay.

I've been over this chapter ten times.

If I don't know it by now, I never will.

Which will probably be the case.

Oh, don't say that.

I thought you'd forgotten all about me.

Jack Gorman and I have split up.

-Oh? -Anyway, I was wondering

what our chances are of picking up where we left off.

Well, if...

you're not doing anything tonight...

I'd say our chances were pretty good.

Well...

I get off at six o'clock.

-I'll see you, then. -You got it.

-Okay. -Okay.

-Bye. -Bye.

FRED: Oh, this is fantastic. Will you look at this place?

Celina, isn't this what you would--

You might call this, uh, a real romantic setting,

wouldn't you, huh?

Oh, Celina?

Celina, look, all you gotta do is just loosen up a little bit,

you know, just-- just let your feelings take over.

It's not all that difficult to imagine

that we're in the Garden of Eden.

Fred, if you think I'm gonna bite the apple, uh-uh.

I agreed to spend the weekend with you.

That's all I agreed to.

Oh, Celina, look,

you're gonna get a kick out of-- Look at this. Look.

Look. Picnic basket, huh? All the comforts of home.

-We got-- -Any suntan oil?

Ah, suntan oil.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Now, uh, I'm just gonna...

I'm gonna start at your neck

and then-- and then I'll slowly work my way down, okay?

If you want something to keep your hands busy,

why don't you try putting up your tent?

My tent?

That's my tent. That's your tent.

Don't worry, everything's numbered.

Oh, come on, Celina, two tents?

What are the neighbors gonna think?

Let's get something straight right now, okay?

You're a nice guy. You really are.

I'm only on this God-forsaken

lump of pelican guano for one reason.

And that's the Marooned job. It's business, not pleasure.

Which means, I'm not gonna play Eve to your Adam

or get in any tent with you to raise Cain or Abel.

Okay?

-Oh, come on, Celina? -Fred, be a nice guy.

Think Smithsonian. Look, but don't touch.

All right, that's it!

I've had it! Where's the radio?

I'm gonna call Roarke and tell him I want a refund.

It's there. And it's not that kind of radio.

Oh, fine, fine. That's just-- That's great.

The first night of my fantasy

and I get to spend it with a chastity freak.

Terrific.

-And so, anyway... -CRAIG: Yeah.

So what do you want to do tomorrow night?

Oh, I don't know. It all depends.

Oh, Craig, you know, I had this feeling all along

that you were the one.

I knew you were special the very first time we went out.

-Did you really? -Mm-hmm.

You know, all of a sudden,

the future doesn't seem so bad after all.

Well, if you mean our future, it sure doesn't.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

You want kids?

Yeah, kids, would be nice.

-Oh, no. -What's wrong?

My locket's gone. I've got to go find it.

-Right now? -Yes, right now.

Being without the picture inside is like being without her.

-Being without whom? -My dau--

I can't explain right now. Look, I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?

I've got to go find the locket.

-I'll talk to you tomorrow. -But Lucy--

I'm sorry!

-[PIANO PLAYING] -[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Lawrence, I'm so glad I ran into you.

Careful, Miss. This time

there'll be witnesses to your slander.

Oh, that's why I'm glad I ran into you.

I acted like such a creep today. I just wanted to apologize.

It is well-known that I am a forgiving man.

Then everything's okay?

-Mm-hmm. -Oh, I'm glad.

Since Mr. Roarke changed his mind,

I didn't want to leave with any hard feelings.

What do you mean, changed his mind?

Well, he told me all about Mr. Connors's fantasy

and he's letting me go to, uh...

Pelican Cove?

Right, Pelican Cove.

Well, if Mr. Roarke has given you his blessing,

I can only add mine. Good luck to you, Miss Robbins.

Thank you. Do you think I can get a car to take me?

It's accessible only by boat.

-Thank you, Lawrence. -Mm-hmm.

ROARKE: Is everything all right, Miss Gorman?

Mr. Roarke.

Well, yeah, everything's just fine. As a matter of fact,

my fantasy is going just great.

Oh, you've renewed your acquaintanceship

-with Mr. Carlson. -I sure have. You know what?

He is the man I should have married. I'm sure of it.

Well, perhaps when your fantasy ends

and you return to the present, you can look him up.

No, you see, in the present,

he is married and he's living somewhere in France.

Now, if I want him, and I do,

I'm gonna have to go after him right now.

Ah, I see.

Mr. Roarke, um, what would happen

if I didn't show up at that wedding tomorrow afternoon?

You'll stay here in the past

and your fantasy, in effect, will become reality.

But, Mrs. Gorman, if you're thinking of changing the past...

-Just my past. -And Jack's past,

-and Craig's past. -But all for the better.

And don't tell me that by changing our lives,

I'm gonna alter the course of human history,

because we're just not that important.

-What about Amanda? -What about Amanda?

Have you noticed yet

that the locket containing your daughter's picture...

is no longer around your neck?

Yes, I have. As a matter of fact, I was just looking for it.

-You'll never find it. -Why?

Because here in the past your daughter doesn't exist.

And if you don't return to your wedding tomorrow...

she never will.

-Hadn't thought about that. -Yes.

If you don't end your fantasy,

Amanda will never have been born.

Mr. Roarke, I love my daughter...

but I also feel very, very strongly about Craig.

Now, are you gonna stand there and tell me

that I have to choose between them?

Oh, that's not fair.

I know, Mrs. Gorman.

I know.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[POP MUSIC PLAYING]

If you want steaks for breakfast,

they're in the portable fridge.

I like mine rare.

You can stick the steak, lady.

This is for signaling Mr. Roarke to come and get me.

Can you see Mr. Roarke looking for smoke signals?

Maybe a ship will spot it or a plane, I don't know.

Relax, Fred.

They say celibacy is good for the soul, you know.

Oh, yeah?

Not in Cleveland, they don't.

[PELICAN SQUAWKING]

-[MUSIC STOPS] -Listen...

when the weekend's over and the media come back,

I'll rave about what a wonderful lover you were.

You can go home with a reputation

that'll keep you in women for the rest of your life.

Fred?

Fred?

[PELICAN SQUAWKING]

I think I found my ticket out of here.

Hey, there's somebody in here.

Oh! Oh, the ship's going down!

It's a woman. Lady?

-CHRISTY: Oh! -Lady, are you all right?

We're gonna drown! Get the lifeboats!

Help! Oh, we're dying!

-FRED: You're okay now, Miss. -CHRISTY: I'm okay?

-FRED: You're okay. -CHRISTY: I'm okay?

-Just hold on to my hand. -Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

I don't believe this.

-[CHRISTY SIGHS] -You know her?

Okay, Christy, what are you trying to pull?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Just hang on, you got it. Got it now, okay.

I'm not gonna let you do this.

You're not gonna ruin this for me.

You're not gonna ruin this for me, do you hear me?

[MOUTHING]

So, who are you thinking of leaving at the altar today?

-What? -You've been orbiting

Pluto all morning.

Oh.

-Michelle. -Yeah?

Come here. Say you were married.

-I am married. -[SIGHS]

Say you had a child.

Does my husband count?

Just say you had this honest-to-gosh, thumb-sucking,

diaper-wearing little child, okay?

Okay, but I still say you're describing Jim.

Now, suppose that things between you and Jim

started falling apart.

Right.

And then suppose...

that you met this guy, not just any guy.

I mean, this guy is Mr. Right.

He's your knight in shining armor.

Right.

But...

for some reason...

only one of them, either your daughter

I mean, your child...

or Mr. Right could exist.

And now, you have to make the decision.

You have to decide between them.

What do I get if I choose right?

Michelle, would you please just tell me

who would you choose, the child or the guy?

Well...

I guess I'd choose the guy.

You would?

-You can always have more kids. -No, not this one kid.

See, she'd be gone forever.

Look, Lucy, it's really hard.

But if this hypothetical Mr. Right is really Mr. Right...

He is.

And you started having his babies,

then maybe you wouldn't think about the first child.

Hmm, you've been a big help.

I try.

I better get back to work.

Lucy?

It was just a hypothesis, wasn't it?

I'll see you later, okay?

-Excuse me, sir. -Yes, Lawrence?

I had an encounter with Miss Robbins yesterday

and it weighed heavily on my mind all night.

So, this morning, I went to the harbor master

and sure enough, I'm afraid,

Miss Robbins had made inquiries

with regards to the location of Pelican Cove.

Then she rented a boat and set sail.

Are you saying she got the name of the cove...

from you, Lawrence?

To my infinite humiliation, yes, sir.

[ROARKE SIGHS]

Simply tell me how you want me

to remedy the situation, and it shall be done.

I'm afraid there is nothing to be done.

We can't arrest Miss Robbins for trespassing.

The cove has no restrictions.

Then, apparently, our Mr. Connors is going to end up

with what is commonly known as a twofer.

-Unfortunately, yes. -Unfortunately, sir?

It occurs to me, Lawrence, that one beautiful woman

can turn a desert island into a heaven.

Two beautiful women...

can make it into a hell.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

That's good.

-CHRISTY: Mm. -Ooh.

-CHRISTY: Mm. -[BOTH LAUGH]

CHRISTY: Mm.

Oh, I hope you choke on it.

And what are you doing in my clothes?

I had to get her out of those wet things.

There was a time out there in that terrible ocean

when I thought I'd never taste chicken soup again.

Oh, oh, you poor baby.

Oh, Fred, you don't actually believe

all that shipwreck garbage, do you?

Right now, the only person

you should be worrying about is you.

Oh, Fred,

-I feel better already. -Oh, good.

And it's all because of you.

FRED: Oh-- oh!

-[FRED MOANS] -Some chicken soup.

If there's anything I can do to repay you

for saving my life, you just ask.

Just, uh, will you just give me a minute,

I'm, uh, I'll think of something.

What's Revington's slogan?

"The Marooned Girl always gets her man."

That's right, hot lips,

but first you're gonna have to beat me at your own game.

[FRED MOANING]

Oh, ladies, ladies! Oh! Wait a minute.

If this is a war, I sure like your ammunition.

[FRED MOANING]

-Hi. -CRAIG: Hi.

-Find your locket? -Oh, no, I didn't.

Um, what's-- what's up?

CRAIG: A friend of mine said I could use his place

at the lake for a couple of days.

Wondered if you'd like to go there with me?

She's not going anywhere with you, pal.

I think what she does or what she doesn't do

is up to her, Gorman.

What do you say, Lucy?

I say pick me up at four.

Great.

Lucy...

two days ago, we were in love.

Deeply in love.

Now, I don't know what happened to change that for you,

but for me, nothing's changed.

I still love you.

And this is killing me.

You don't love me, Jack, you just think you do.

All you really love is your career.

And all I am is someone who's going to help you

become what you want to be most, and that's a doctor.

That is not a husband.

What's killing you is not losing me,

it's losing your meal ticket.

That's not true.

It's not?

Okay, then, let me see you choose.

Come on, why don't you choose between me and your career?

Which one do you love most, huh?

Lucy, please.

MAN: There you are, Gorman.

I've arranged for you to be among my assistants

for a bypass this afternoon.

I assume you're interested?

Me, Dr. Hoyer?

Assist you?

[CHUCKLES] That's quite an honor, sir.

Yes, it is.

Inform your floor supervisor

and then come to my office for a pre-op briefing at once.

Yes, sir.

Don't bother.

You just said it all.

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

Ah, there you are, Lawrence.

-Playing jacks, huh? -Uh, yes, sir.

A better chance to sit down, I might say.

Miss Amanda's had me quite busy

all over the island this morning.

I wonder where small children get all that energy.

She's such a...

a dear, little child, sir.

What will happen to her if Mrs. Gorman

does not return from the past?

I explained to Mrs. Gorman last night

that if she doesn't return,

it will be as if her daughter had never existed.

You constantly astonish me, sir.

ROARKE: How's that?

Well, I must confess that much of what takes place here

on Fantasy Island is still a mystery to me.

Well, I'm afraid it must always remain so, Lawrence.

And the boundaries of one's imaginations?

Oh, as far reaching as those of creation, Lawrence.

Oh, dear, I'm afraid I feel a bit lacking

in the face of all that.

My personal fantasies have always been

on such a modest scale.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Perhaps not, sir, but it does make one feel rather dull.

[CHUCKLES]

I think it's time to get your roller skates on, Lawrence.

-LAWRENCE: Hmm? -I see your little friend

waiting for you.

I'm on my way.

How can Mrs. Gorman not return to such a dear little thing?

I imagine Mrs. Gorman

is pondering that this very moment.

What's that for?

Oh, uh, this is for Christy. She must have had a relapse.

She's shivering like a cat in ice water.

-Can't figure it out. -CELINA: Well, I can.

Oh, thank you, Fred.

It's all right, just, uh...

There. Just try to keep yourself warm,

-okay? -What's happening to me?

Well, uh,

your, uh, your body temperature must have dropped

and it-- it's just probably a delayed shock or something.

It reminds me of a movie I saw once

about this man, a complete stranger,

who saved this poor, freezing woman's life.

-You know how? -How?

By giving her the heat from his very own body.

That must have been some movie, huh?

Oh, it wasn't because of lust or anything like that.

No, no, of course not.

No, it was just-- it was just to save a life, right?

That must have been so inspirational,

the meeting of-- of two bodies

for humanitarian purposes.

FRED: That must have been tremendous.

I gotta see this movie.

-Oh, Fred, I'm so cold. -Just hang--

hang in there, Christy. Help is on the way.

FRED: Oh.

CHRISTY: Oh, Fred,

-you're making me so warm. -[FRED GROANS]

[PELICAN SQUAWKING]

[FRED AND CHRISTY SCREAM]

[FRED GRUNTS]

[FRED AND CHRISTY SCREAM]

I almost had cardiac arrest!

Well, it's nice to see you up and about, Christy.

I was beginning to worry about you.

This crazy menage a trois,

that's what's beginning to worry me.

[FRED GRUNTS]

Mrs. Gorman?

I hope I am not intruding,

but I have something from the present

I thought you might like to have.

I've pretty much made up my mind, Mr. Roarke.

I'm not going back.

If I did, I'd just be divorced.

Well, why are you so certain divorce is inevitable? Why?

Because being a doctor is all that matters in life to Jack,

not being with me.

I think it's wonderful that he wants to be something important.

In fact, I wish him well. I really do.

I don't know, maybe I'm selfish.

I would like to feel needed for what I am,

not for the children that I give birth to

or the-- the money that I bring in.

For me.

And that's the way I feel when I'm with Craig.

But Jack and I... [SIGHS]

It was a mistake.

If you don't return to your wedding

by four-thirty this afternoon...

you'll never see Amanda again, Mrs. Gorman.

Never.

Damn you, Roarke! [SOBS]

FRED: This is terrific. When did you find this?

Oh, when I first got here,

before you and Christy arrived.

Tell me something. Do you two always go

head-to-head on these modeling jobs?

Well, only the ones worth fighting for.

Are we going to talk about Christy all day

or are we going to go for a swim?

Uh-- Oh, sure, yeah.

Just hold the phone, I'll get my trunks.

Haven't you ever heard of nudo onsen?

Nudo onsen?

They do it in Japan, all the time.

Sometimes whole families.

[GASPS]

Oh, yeah, yeah. Yeah. Nudo, I-- I got that part.

Onsen means bathing.

Yeah, right.

[WATER SPLASHING]

Come on in, Fred, it's wonderful.

You're going to love it.

CHRISTY: Help! Fire!

Help!

That's Christy!

How can there be a fire? This place is deserted.

Well, I don't know, but that sure looks like one to me.

I better check it out.

Oh!

Oh! What happened?

The spark from the campfire ignited something.

Oh, give me a break! You started that fire on purpose!

-Oh, that's a lie! -All right. All right.

Just cool it.

Look, I don't care who did what anymore.

Look, I-- I didn't ask for much, did I?

A nice, nice, little romantic weekend

with the girl of my dreams. Instead, I wind up

-with two nightmares. -To hell with her.

-Let's finish our swim, Fred. -No, you stay with me!

-I'm having a relapse. -Okay, all right, hold it!

That's it! Just take a flying leap,

both of you, all right. If I can't get anything else,

maybe I can at least get a little peace and quiet.

-MICHELLE: Have a good time. -Oh, we will.

Michelle, it's been so good working with you again.

Listen, you'd better take a vacation.

If anybody ever needed one, you do.

-Okay, bye. Okay. -Go, go.

-Well, what's that all about? -I have no idea.

[LUCY LAUGHS]

-Oh, wait a second. -What?

I almost forgot this.

I was there at the first successful bypass operation.

-JACK: Wow. -What I mean by successful...

the patient fully recovered,

but died seven months later...

from mountain climbing.

-The ingrate. -[CHUCKLING]

Well, in any case, Mr. Gorman,

perhaps you will be a part of history today.

Yes, sir. Excuse me, sir.

Mister-- Uh, gentlemen.

I'm sorry, Lucy, but I've got to do this.

-What are you-- -Oh, Jack!

-Lucy-- -You-- you hit somebody.

-Lucy? -What?

I love you.

Now I don't want to be a doctor just for me,

but I want to be a doctor for us, don't you understand?

-No. -I want you to have the best.

After everything you've done for me, I owe you the world.

Now, it may take some time, but I swear to God,

I'm going to give you the world.

As soon as I finish my residency here,

I'm going to work day and night setting up the best,

best practice this country's ever seen.

I'm going to pay you back for everything.

Jack, you mean you are gonna work

-day and night because of me? -Oh, you're damn right.

And when we have kids, I'm going to work even harder,

'cause my whole family's gonna have nothing but the best.

Oh, Jack, I had this-- I had this all wrong.

I know this has been tough on you, darling.

And I can't blame you for feeling used,

oh, but please, please, please hang in there.

Oh, you know what, everything is

-gonna be fine, isn't it? -Yeah.

I mean, as soon as I get back to the present,

you and me and Amanda, we're going to be just...

Oh! Oh, no. It's 20 minutes-- It's 20 minutes after four,

and I've got to be back to the wedding by--

In ten minutes. You're going to have to hurry!

You're going to have to drive me.

Come on, just drive me, okay?

Come on, we gotta go.

Fred?

Come on, Fred.

Fred, where are you?

CHRISTY: Fred?

You!

All right, Celina, stop fooling around.

-Where are you hiding him? -Where did I hide him?

It would be just like you to stash him

and get him out when the photographers get here.

MAN: Well, here, let me give you a hand.

Oh, speaking of photographers...

They're here.

The one in the dark blue jacket is Mr. Revington.

BOTH: Fred!

-Fred! -Fred!

I'm really glad you decided to be

in on the finish, Mr. Revington.

When you see the grin on Fred Connors's face,

you'll have to make Celina your Marooned Girl.

Well, I'll tell you the truth, Wes,

uh, Christy Robbins is my first choice.

-Chri-- Christy was? -Yes, but if this Fred Connors

can give Celina the kind of testimonial

we need for the ad campaign...

-Yeah? -Then you've got a deal.

Great.

Fred?

Fred?

[CHRISTY YELPS]

Okay, Christy,

you've ruined things for me for the last time.

[CHRISTY GROANING]

You're in trouble now, lady.

[CELINA GRUNTS] Oh!

[GRUNTING]

[MOANING]

[CELINA GRUNTS]

Celina?

-Fred? Where are you? -What's that?

It looks like they had a fire.

[DISTANT SCREAMING]

What the devil is that?

Hey, come on. Hey, hey, hey!

Why don't you book this act in Vegas, huh?

Fred, they're back... They're back on the island!

-Who? -The photographers,

-they're here! -[WOMEN ARGUING]

No, stop it! Stop fighting over me! Stop!

Wait a minute. Don't move.

If that man can have two of the most beautiful models

in America fighting over him...

Get my drift, Wes?

The new line of men's products I'm coming out with.

Of course!

The Marooned Man.

-Me? -WES: How about it, Fred?

It's a genius idea. And when I get through

promoting you as the Marooned Man,

you'll have every woman in America at your feet.

-Every woman in the world. -Yeah, every woman in the world!

And all I wanted was just one.

Grab hold of him, Celina!

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Go for it!

Now!

I love it!

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

Oh, it's just passed 4:30. Now what do we do?

What are we doing, period?

ROARKE: Come toward me, Mrs. Gorman.

You will return to the present and everything will happen

the way it did five years ago.

But you must hurry.

Who is that guy?

What's going on?

Lucy?

Lucy!

MINISTER: And do you Lucinda Marie Patrick,

take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband

for better or worse, in sickness and in health,

for as long as you both shall live?

I do.

MINISTER: Then by the power vested in me,

I now pronounce you man and wife.

Well, I don't know when I'll get back to Cleveland,

Mr. Roarke. Uh, Revington has us, uh, started out

on a 12-city promotional tour.

Yes, I know. The Marooned Man.

Very, very impressive.

And his Marooned Girls.

You both got the job?

Well, half a loaf, as they say, is better than signing up

for unemployment. [ALL CHUCKLING]

-Bye-bye. -Goodbye.

-Bye. -Goodbye.

I want to thank you both very much for everything.

-You're very welcome. -Thank you.

Mr. Connors, goodbye.

[LAWRENCE CHUCKLES]

What is it, Lawrence?

I was just thinking of something you said, sir.

What's that?

If two women on a desert island can become a hell,

we may have to redefine the meaning of heaven.

We may indeed, Lawrence.

-LUCY: There you go. -Come here, Amanda.

[ROARKE CHUCKLES]

Well, I see you finally decided to leave us, huh?

It was Jack's idea to stay.

Yes, I've finally been doing

what I should have been doing all along.

Relaxing and enjoying my family.

Well, are you two ready?

-For what? -Not it.

-Not it. -Ah, that means Mommy's it.

Come on, peanut!

I think we've created a monster.

Thank you.

You're very welcome, Mrs. Gorman.

Okay, you guys are in big trouble now.

[LUCY GIGGLING]

LUCY: You better run.

LAWRENCE: Remember what I said when they arrived, sir?

Yes, Lawrence,

the family that fantasizes together, stays together.

Precisely.

Hmm.

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