Original subtitles

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 raped.

I know how men react to that, especially husbands.

They always wonder was it really rape 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 raped 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 17th 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 rape.

(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 rape

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 rape.

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 rapist 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 rapist, 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 kill 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)