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(BELL RINGING)

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

MR. ROARKE: Smiles, everyone, smiles.

LAWRENCE: That must be Mrs. Sheila McKenna,

but why does she look so sad?

She's both sad and angry, Lawrence,

which is why her fantasy is to start a new life with a new man.

Was she having trouble with the old one?

MR. ROARKE: Unfortunately, that's precisely the problem.

After many years of marriage,

Mrs. McKenna has found out that her husband has been unfaithful.

So she divorced him?

Not yet, Lawrence, not quite yet.

But that certainly is her intention.

LAWRENCE: Mr. Jack Palmer and his wife Roxanne.

The gentleman, I believe, Sir, is a certified public accountant

-from Cardiff, Wales. -Yes, Lawrence.

And for a man with such a sedentary occupation,

Mr. Palmer has asked for a most dangerous fantasy.

You are familiar with the name Dick Turpin, of course?

The famous highwayman? Why every schoolboy knows Dick Turpin.

In the seventeen hundreds, the name Dick Turpin sent a chill down the spine

of every constable in England.

And his fantasy is to go back and meet that notorious rogue?

No, Lawrence. His fantasy is to be that notorious rogue himself.

Can you do that?

That's the easy part, Lawrence.

Mr. Palmer's living through the experience that will be the difficult part.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

SHEILA: I just love my bungalow, Mr. Roarke.

Did you know I design interiors?

Oh, yes. I believe you began your interior design firm

ten years ago, just before your marriage.

Before I made the biggest mistake of my life.

Mrs. McKenna, I know how painful breaking up a marriage can be,

but please, try to relax.

That's how I got into this mess.

I was too relaxed, too trusting.

Every time I think of that two-timing louse enjoying a...

A cozy weekend in Aspen, Colorado,

with some little, some little cutie,

it just sends me right up the wall.

Uh, Mrs. McKenna, does your husband know you are here?

No. Only Margot, my best friend, knows about this

Then Mr. McKenna is not aware of your intentions?

Who cares? I left him a note saying that I was leaving him.

He's getting the same consideration that he gave me.

You haven't settled anything with your husband

and yet your fantasy is to start a new life with a new man?

Sounds very much like revenge to me.

Oh, so what?

Well, the question I'm trying to raise is this,

will you like yourself if you go through with this

merely on the basis of revenge?

Everybody else is doing anything and everything they want,

and keeping their self-respect.

Well, I'm going learn how to be like them.

Isn't that part of the new wave?

It's a very old wave, Mrs. McKenna,

and a very sad one.

I'm a big girl, Mr. Roarke. I can take care of myself.

-Sheila... -Ah, my husband, Frank.

Sheila, you just can't run out on me.

I mean, we've got ten years of marriage...

It's a little late to start thinking about that.

Please, Mr. McKenna, Mrs. McKenna,

if you talk quietly, perhaps, alone.

No, no way. Thank you.

What did she tell you?

Other than that you had an extramarital affair

and are, as she put it, "A two-timing louse,"

absolutely nothing.

And naturally you took her word for that, didn't you?

Mr. McKenna, when somebody requests a fantasy.

it's necessary to check their background very carefully,

including the background of those nearest them, you understand?

Meaning you know the truth?

Of course,

and if you truly love your wife and want her back,

I suggest you do a little soul searching, Mr. McKenna,

before you talk to her again.

I know every word that was ever written about Dick Turpin, Mr. Roarke.

Like this poem.

"Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn yard.

"He tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred."

Yes, Mr. Palmer, I know the poem.

"The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees.

"The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.

"The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moors,

"and the highwayman came riding..."

-"Riding..." -"Riding...

"Up to that old inn door." Sorry, sir.

That's very good, Lawrence.

Yes, Mr. Palmer, I am very familiar with Dick Turpin.

After all he's your fantasy.

(STAMMERING) Jack, I'm afraid for you. I don't want you hurt.

I also know that if I try to stop you from doing this, you'll never forgive me.

There is danger, Mr. Palmer. There is danger.

Dick Turpin lived outside the law,

a hunted man.

JACK: Well, of course, there's danger.

I mean, danger was Dick Turpin's middle name.

Do you know what my middle name is? Dull.

Still better dull than dead, Sir.

All too true, Lawrence.

Mrs. Palmer, if you truly object...

He has to do this, Mr. Roarke, for both our sakes.

Very well, then. If you both return in, say,

half an hour, your fantasy will begin, Mr. Palmer.

-Thank you. -You're very welcome, Sir.

-Goodbye, Mr. Roarke. -Mrs. Palmer.

May I say you look lovely, madam, if a little lonesome.

Thank you, Lawrence. I intend to do something about the lonesome part.

I suggest this plan of yours just doesn't seem your style at all.

You're exactly right, Lawrence,

But it will be soon.

-Sheila? -Oh. What are you doing here?

Oh. Uh, I'm looking for your husband.

He took off so fast after he got that Dear John letter of yours

that he forgot to leave you the final papers on that property sale in Aspen.

Then you know all about Frank and me?

I'm sorry about the two of you splitting up.

I hope that you know that I'm here for you whenever you want it.

Oh, thanks.

I'm glad I found you when I did.

It's not good for a woman in your position to be alone right now.

What do you mean "my position"?

On the rebound. Every man in the place can sense it.

They'll be on you like a wet T-shirt.

(SCOFFS)

And you're going to protect me from these animals, is that it?

(CHUCKLES)

Look, Sheila, you know that I've always felt, you know, something special for you?

Special, huh?

And I always thought you were just trying to be a nice guy.

-NORM: Frank? -Now I know why you two are such good friends.

You're both alike.

What'd you say to her, Norm?

Nothing

You didn't tell her it was Margot, did you?

I mean, if she knew it was her best friend that I'd spent that time with in Aspen...

I don't want to get in the middle of that, okay?

Checkmate.

-(KNOCKING) -Ah, Mr. And Mrs. Palmer. Come in, please.

Come in.

Right on time.

Lawrence?

Lawrence, will you please...

Oh, yes, sir.

Mr. Roarke, all my life I've wanted this fantasy.

Oh, I know.

Thank you, Lawrence.

It is said that this once belonged...

To Dick Turpin.

It could stand you in good stead, Sir.

(WHISPERING) This belonged to Dick Turpin!

-Now, are you ready? -I've never been so ready for anything in all my life.

Good. This way, please.

Roxy, isn't this...

-Where did she go? -Have no fear, Mr. Palmer.

You will see your wife again very soon.

However, she won't recognize you.

You mean she's part of my fantasy?

Do you suggest your wife stay behind during all this?

-But it... -Of course, I can cancel your fantasy.

No, no, but it'll be all right, though, won't it?

There will be certain...

Complications in your relationship, which you will soon discover.

Now, concentrate on the poem

you were quoting earlier, Mr. Palmer.

Concentrate on the highwayman.

Heed the French cocked hat on his forehead...

And a bunch of lace at his chin.

A coat of claret velvet...

And breeches...

Brown doe skin.

Now, off to your adventure.

(HORSE NEIGHING)

Mr. Roarke did it. I am Dick Turpin.

MAN: It's Dick Turpin! Get him!

(GUN FIRING)

MARGOT: Hi.

Margot! Oh!

Boy, I don't know why you're here, but I'm sure glad to see you.

Oh, I thought you might need a shoulder, you know.

No. I'm doing just fine.

I know you must be broken hearted.

Now, tell me how you really feel.

Is it really over with you and Frank, or are you just playing hard ball?

Yes, it is over and yes I am playing hard ball.

If you need any tips about how to play the game, remember, I'm an expert.

You don't know what it feels like...

To be betrayed by somebody that you loved, trusted.

You need a drink. Yeah. We both do.

-Oh, got a cigarette? -In my purse, dear.

Aspen!

Two drinks coming up.

Something wrong?

This is the same hotel that Frank stayed in.

Really?

-It was you. -You know me better than that.

It bothered me, but I couldn't figure it out,

all those long lingering looks at Frank,

and the expensive presents that you used to buy him.

Oh, come on. I gave you presents too, for crying out loud.

No. No, no, no. It was you.

And that's why you're here. It's not to console me.

You just wanna to make sure that I don't take Frank back.

Sheila, you have got me all wrong.

Not anymore, I don't.

(SOBBING)

Dickie, you're late. The coach is about to arrive.

Who are you?

I did what you asked me to...

Wait a minute. There it is. Let's go.

DONALD: Halt. Stand and deliver.

Hand over your jewels.

-You will hang for this. -Silence. Deliver.

AUDREY: I'm willing to deliver.

-Audrey. -Just a thought, dear.

Driver, on your way.

(DRIVER CLICKING TONGUE) Ya, ya!

All right. Come on, let's go rescue Roxanne.

Hey, you, just a minute. Who are you anyway? How do you know about Roxanne?

Dickie. There you go again, teasing your old friend, Donald King,

when it was you yourself who tells me to find where Roxanne was being held.

Held? Come, man. Let's go.

Norm, I'm so happy to find you.

-Sheila? -Uh, huh.

Oh, you look... Terrific!

Ah, well, from now on I intend to feel terrific too.

I think I like what you're saying.

Norm, you knew that Margot was with Frank in Aspen, didn't you?

He didn't think you knew.

He made me promise to keep my mouth shut.

Thanks. I wasn't positive until this moment.

I just wanted to make sure I was right.

And, now, how about us?

Are we "friends" too?

I'd like it if we were a lot more than that.

Shall we?

Looks like Sheila's getting even, Frank.

Thanks to you for following me to Aspen, yeah.

I don't remember having to twist your arm once I got there.

-Look, Sheila, I can explain... -No, don't sweat it, Frank.

There's just something that I forgot to give to Margot.

SHEILA: Now I'm ready.

Look, I don't think maybe this is the right time for this.

I mean after all he is my friend.

Yeah, well, Margot is my friend too.

Now, let's go do what friends do to each other.

Come on.

Come on.

Roxy, come quick!

I'll go nowhere with you, Dick Turpin, until I know what you're up to.

Roxy, it's me.

Dickie, hurry.

Roxanne, I'm trying to rescue you. I want to get you out of here.

Stay away from me!

If I were you, I'd fight with her later.

Stop! Stop! I know your intentions!

My intention is to save your bloody life.

Ahhh! Put me down, Dick Turpin!

NORM: Here's to us.

Sheila, you're not cooperating.

Oh, well, I'm out of practice I guess.

Sure. Well, we've got all night.

-No, you don't. -Get out of here.

Like hell. You're still my wife.

That didn't stop you from going to bed with my best friend, did it?

I made a mistake. I'm sorry.

-Sure, until the next time. -There won't be any next time, Sheila.

I love you. I always have, and I always will.

Just get out of here, Frank, out of my life, and I mean it.

Where's that drink you gave me?

-I drank it. -Well, pour me another.

All gone.

Look, Sheila, maybe this whole thing isn't such a good idea.

-I mean, after all... -Well, I think you're right.

I'm guess I'm not cut out to be much of a swinger, am I?

(CHUCKLES) Face it, darling, you're not going to be much good to yourself

or anybody else until you're over Frank.

I'm sorry. I guess you'd better go now.

-I guess you're right. -Yeah.

Sheila, this is my bungalow.

(LAUGHS)

But if you ever want to make it our bungalow, I'll be waiting.

Thanks, Norm. You never know.

DONALD: Well, I worked meself up an appetite here.

We'll get some good ale and some good venison here, me darlin'.

-DONALD: Come on, Dickie, I'm starving. -Right.

(LAUGHTER AND CHATTER)

-Mr. Roarke? -Shh.

That sounds a bit outrageous, but I'll try anything once. Excuse me.

DONALD: On a horse? At full gallop you say? Well I think I might...

I see your friend Donald is his usual self,

but I'm not at all sure about you.

Well, just hang in there. I'm doing the best I can.

If there's any hanging to be done, it'll be you, at the end of the king's rope.

That'll never happen, I promise you.

Look, I know you don't understand but you're safe now.

Just one more day and my whole fantasy...

I mean this whole adventure...

Will be over with. So just remember that, would you?

I remember well enough. You promised to give up your wayward ways, Dick Turpin!

I will. I'm turning over a new leaf in more ways than one, Roxanne.

Dickie... They want a song here.

(CHEERING)

Well, he said, I could sing, I think.

♪ Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen

♪ Now to the widow of fifty

♪ Here's to the flaunting extravagant queen

♪ and here's to the housewife that's thrifty

♪ Let the toast pass drink to the lass

♪ I warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass

♪ Let the toast pass drink to the lass

♪ I warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass

♪ Here's to the charmer whose dimples with pride

♪ Now to the maid who has none, sir

♪ Here's to the girl with a pair of blue eyes

♪ and here's to the nymph with but one, sir

♪ Let the toast pass drink to the lass... ♪

Here's the reward money for both of us,

the ransom for Dick's neck.

Tell them that Turpin is here.

♪ Here's to a maid with a bosom of snow

♪ Now to the brown as a berry

♪ Here's to the wife with a face full of woe

♪ and now to the damsel that's merry

♪ Let the toast pass drink to the lass

♪ I warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass

♪ Let the toast pass drink to the lass

♪ I warrant she'll prove and excuse for the glass

♪ Let them be clumsy or let them be slim

♪ Married I care not a feather

♪ Fill a pint tankard quite up to the brim

♪ and let us all toast them together

♪ Let the toast pass drink to the lass

♪ I warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass

♪ Let the toast pass drink to the lass

♪ I warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass ♪

(WHISTLING AND CHEERING)

Turning over a new leaf, are you?

Please show me to a room.

With the greatest of pleasure, dear lady, the greatest of pleasure.

Mr. Roarke, we have to talk.

I thought you might have a question or two by now.

Question? I want to call this whole thing off.

Roxanne got kidnapped, and besides that she doesn't even recognize me.

Mr. Palmer, or should I say, Mr. Turpin,

I told you there would be certain complications.

Well, un-complicate it. I want out.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Palmer, that's the one thing I can't give you.

What do you mean you can't give me? I want to stop this.

There is no way to stop it, not until the fantasy has run its course, you see.

Are you trying to tell me that I have to stay here?

Only until tomorrow, Mr. Palmer, only until tomorrow.

WOMAN: Oh!

Mr... Oh, great. Just great.

-Excellent choice, Lawrence. -Thank you, sir.

Mr. Roarke?

Ah, Mr. McKenna.

-May I offer you some brandy? -Thank you.

Lawrence?

You look distraught.

Yeah, well, I've been walking on the beach, thinking, really thinking.

That's something we all need to do from time to time.

Thinking that is.

Mine is a little bit overdue.

Are you referring to the, as they say, "mess" you've made of your marriage?

That's it, Mr. Roarke.

Looking back, I guess I was a bachelor too long.

When Sheila and I were married we both had separate careers

so I was on my own a lot in strange cities.

With your wife's best friend?

-That was only once. -Oh.

Margot's been throwing herself at me for years.

I guess this time I just forgot to duck.

But why, Mr. McKenna? Why was this time different?

If you know the answer to that,

you may know the answer to your problem.

Perhaps even save your marriage.

I guess I was feeling sorry for myself. Sort of an accumulated frustration.

-About what? Sheila would never go on any of my business trips.

I know it sounds stupid.

I mean, maybe I was just tired of feeling lonesome,

tired of missing her.

Have you told your wife that, Mr. McKenna?

Not for a long time.

Why don't you tell her again?

Tell her how you really feel.

ROXANNE: Just what do you think you're doing?

Well, this is the wenching part Mr. Roarke promised me.

How dare you. Get out of my bedroom

-Roxy, I'm your husband. -Not yet you're not.

At the rate you're going, you never will be.

Well, what's an adventure without a little lovemaking?

(STAMMERING) I'll scream, Dick Turpin. I'll... Oh...

-Did I ever tell you I love you? -Often.

-Well, Roxy, I promise... -(DOOR OPENS)

Oh, sorry to be a bother. I thought this might interest the two of you.

The Red Coats are coming up the road. Somebody must have tipped them off.

ROXANNE: Now you don't even stay the night.

DONALD: They really want you badly. They never give up.

-Come on, Dickie, let's go. -This fantasy is getting complicated.

-Where are you going? -How should I know.

-When will you be back? -When I find Roarke, and he gets us out of here.

Roarke? What's a Roarke?

Take her. He'll be back for this one. She's his whore.

DONALD: Whoa, whoa.

-Well, that's strange. -What's strange?

-Well, they haven't been chasing us. -What does that mean?

I don't know, but I don't like it.

I think we'd better spread out and find out what's going on.

Well, I'm gonna go back and get Roxanne.

(URGES HORSE FORWARD)

Ahhh! Stop! Stop it!

Ahhh! Dick, run for your life! Stop that! Ahhh! Ahhh!

MAN: It's Turpin. Get him.

MAN: After him.

There you go, Sheila, honey.

I wasn't sure if you said whole or malt so I got them both.

Oh, well, I'm not surprised.

-And lots of onions. Put some hair on your chest. -Yeah.

-Sheila, we have to talk. -Look, will you get out of here?

-I've got a date. -You? A date?

That's why I'm here, to start a new life with a new man.

-Him? -"Him" has a name. It's Charlie.

I've also got a chair and you're sitting in it, pal.

Look, would you mind if I have a new minutes with my wife, okay?

Your wife? Ah, then you're Frank?

-Frank. -I couldn't soap off my wedding ring

so I could throw it down a sewer.

Charlie saw it and he asked me about us.

Yeah, Frank, and from what I've been hearing I figured you had claws or fangs.

I'd like to speak to my wife in private for a few minutes, okay?

-Will you be okay? -What do you mean will she be okay?

Charlie, why don't you take a jog around the lake?

I'll see you when you get back.

You hurt the little lady, Frankie...

I'll break your thumbs.

Break my thumbs? What'd you tell that guy,

that I'm the beast of Fantasy Island or something?

Look, you have your minute now what do you want?

A smile maybe, a little pat on the head to tell me that everything's all right,

that this isn't some kind of a crazy nightmare,

that everything's gonna be like it used to be?

Just like that? Forget what you did. Just like that?

Sheila, what's done is done. I can't undo it.

I know, but forgetting just won't cut it. I can't forget.

Now will you please just leave.

MR.ROARKE: Excuse me.

Well, Mrs. McKenna, now that you seem to have your revenge, how do you feel?

I don't know, Mr. Roarke.

Well, you can be sure of one thing. You've probably have driven your husband

into the arms of the other woman.

All alone, Margot?

What a surprise.

You're looking for Frank. Not to worry,

he had some business to take care of, but I'll be meeting him in an hour.

-So thanks. -For what?

For going on the make with your best friend's husband?

For that slap you gave me.

Makes taking Frank away from you a whole lot easier.

I wouldn't be so confident, and besides,

it seems that you're a nice place to visit, but nobody wants to live there.

Cool it, Sheila!

You don't have to be a hypocrite.

At least I was there when Frank needed somebody. Where were you?

And wasn't I lucky to have a "best friend"

to stroke Frank's ego, while I wasn't there.

You know, I really feel sorry for you, Margot. You're such a sad person.

-Don't say that to me. -I mean it.

-I don't need your sympathy. -Good day, ladies...

-I wasn't talking about sympathy... -Lovely day...

You lead a very empty life, Margot, and you try to give it some meaning

by having affairs with some other woman's husband.

-Well, I pity you. -Pity, huh? I'll show you pity!

(SHEILA YELPS)

Backstabbing slimy little home wrecker!

Ladies, please.

(GASPING)

MARGOT: You haven't had a home in years.

Oh, Margot. What am I doing? It's not your fault.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry too that it turned out this way.

-Oh, Mr. Roarke. -Are you all right, madam?

Yes. Oh, you know you were right about driving Frank

into Margot's arms. It's over.

Is it, Mrs. McKenna? It seems to me that you just demonstrated

you're still willing to fight for your marriage.

It takes two to make a marriage work,

and I'm just beginning to realize how much of my end of it I didn't hold up.

Which doesn't excuse what your husband did, of course,

but it at least should help you understand why.

Do you know where Frank is?

I think you'll find him in the north garden.

I must say, Sir, sometimes the way in which you work out these fantasies,

-completely mystifies me. -Thank you, Lawrence.

Thank you.

Roarke, where the hell have you been?

Calm yourself, Mr. Palmer, calm yourself.

(STUTTERING) Calm? You want calm? I've been shot. Look at me.

You wanted this adventure Mr. Palmer. This is the reality of Dick Turpin's life.

Yes, but being shot wasn't part of the package.

I mean, I didn't want to get hurt. I didn't want to put Roxanne in danger.

-She could have been hurt. -Mr. Palmer, she already has been.

What? What? You... But you promised!

I promised nothing beyond your realizing your fantasy.

Mr. Palmer, in trying to warn you, she was wounded.

-My God. She can't be. -Your wife loves you enough to give up her life for you.

But then in her own way she's always been "giving up her life"

for you, hasn't she? You just haven't noticed.

-I've got to go back. -Mr. Palmer, the Red Coats are there.

Death is death. If you die here, you stay.

Yes, but what about Roxanne? Remember Dick Turpin and the poem,

"Blood red were his spurs in the golden gloom,

"wine red was his velvet coat when they shot him down on the highway,

"down like a dog on the highway,

"and he lay in his blood on the highway with a bunch of lace at his throat."

That's Dick Turpin. And you just reminded me, I'm Jack Palmer,

and I'm going back for my wife.

SHEILA: Do you still want to talk?

More than anything in the world.

I don't know if it'll help, you understand.

Yeah, but I'd like to try.

I guess I would too.

Like I told you, what happened will never happen again.

How can you be sure? How can I be sure?

By both of us understanding how it happened, by being more loving and considerate.

How did it happen?

Margot had asked me when I was going to finalize that condo deal in Aspen with Norm.

Well, she said she'd look me up in Aspen and that we'd make romantic history.

I thought she was joking, so I said, "Sure."

I didn't mean it, Sheila. I wasn't serious.

She was, of course.

She was.

When I got to Aspen on Tuesday, she was already in my hotel room.

Sheila, look, I was lonely,

and I was angry because I'd already asked you to go with me,

but you had some apartment to decorate.

I remember.

She played on that, not that she was any more guilty than I was,

but after a few too many drinks,

and a lot of self pity,

I could have thrown myself off one of those cliffs up there but it was too late.

Is it too late, Frank, for us?

Not if we take an honest look at ourselves and our relationship

and put some love and understanding back into it.

I think I'd like to try.

(MAN SINGING) ♪ There was a wild and reckless man

♪ Dick Turpin was his name

♪ He rode to save his lady fair or die and end his shame ♪

DICK: Roxy's got to be all right. How did the poem go?

"Her eyes grew wide for a moment. She drew one last deep breath.

"Then her finger moved in the moonlight. The musket shattered right through it.

"shattering her breast in the moonlight and warn him with her death."

Oh, God, no. Roxy can't be dead!

(GRUNTS)

Sweetheart, please, please.

Go. If you love me, save yourself.

I'll save us both, or we'll die together.

Hold on sweetheart. We'll make it yet.

Our only chance is Black Bess. She's under the window, but you have to hold on tight.

I love you, Roxanne, for ever and ever.

-Roxy. -Oh, I'm all right, Jack.

Oh, I remember now. I'm so sorry...

Shhh. That's all I want to do to do for the rest of my life is to be with you,

your loving, caring, dedicated, dull husband.

(SIGHS HAPPILY)

Well, I hope you were satisfied with your adventure, Mr. Palmer?

Mr. Roarke, I'll never complain about my nice, safe, dull life again.

A happy life.

Jack says he's going to bring a little Turpin into our own lives.

Sir?

Oh, don't worry, Lawrence, just the romantic part.

-Goodbye. -Goodbye, Mr. Palmer.

-Goodbye, Lawrence. -Madam.

Hello, Mr. Roarke. We may have come here separately,

but we're leaving the right way. Together!

And with love and a new understanding

which will ensure a bright future together.

Thanks to you. What would we all do without him, Lawrence?

Poorly, madam, very poorly indeed.

-Thank you. Goodbye. -You're welcome.

-Goodbye. -Thanks.

You look troubled, Lawrence.

Well, she did ask for a new man, sir. I mean, that's what she came here for...

-That's when she wanted. -It was what she asked for, yes,

but it was definitely not what she came here for, nor what she truly wanted.

How do you know that, sir?

Well, in our business knowing such things goes with the territory, doesn't it?

-I still don't understand you. -That's good, Lawrence.