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(BELL CHIMING)

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

Smiles, everyone. Smiles!

That must be Ben Saunders, sir.

Yes. Mr. Saunders' fantasy is deceptively simple,

but will require a most complex solution, I'm afraid.

-Really, sir? -Yes.

What is his fantasy, sir?

His fantasy is to be reunited with his estranged fiancee,

Miss Sally Marshall.

I just hope he won't be too demanding of your time, sir.

Not of my time, Lawrence. But definitely demanding of my ingenuity.

Miss Yolanda Morales. Apparently a teetotaler, sir.

She declined a drink for a very good reason, Lawrence.

She's going to have a baby.

But I thought it was Miss Morales.

Oh, it is. But it's not what you think. Miss Morales has a contract

to be a surrogate mother for a couple who can't have a child of their own.

What on earth is she doing here?

She is here because she's now having serious doubts about the whole arrangement.

Miss Morales' fantasy is to find out this weekend

how she will feel about giving up the baby after it's born.

But, sir, look at her! She doesn't even show.

She must be eight months away. How can she possibly know this weekend

how she will feel after the baby is born?

By having the baby, Lawrence.

-This weekend? -This weekend, yes.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Oh, no, no, no. We'll be ready. Now listen, make sure you center that.

No, no. Center that exactly. No, to the right, boys. Very good. Very good.

All right. Now, now, just a moment. No, no, no.

No, no. No, a little to your left. To the left...

Ah, there's the Greek sculptor, Pierre LeBrun.

And the celebrated designer of women's fashions, Walter Fielding.

Both here to supervise our Beaux Arts Ball.

I don't know how you do it, sir.

Oh, there are ways, Lawrence. There are ways.

But just remember the old saying, there is no such thing as a free lunch.

Ah, here's Mr. Saunders.

-This is some place, Mr. Roarke. -Thank you.

No wonder why you charge so much for a fantasy.

Well, I'm delighted you have such understanding of my problem, Mr. Saunders.

Problem, sir? You?

Yes. You see, Lawrence, Mr. Saunders didn't have enough available money

at the moment to pay for his fantasy. So rather than deprive him, I worked out

an arrangement which I hope will be satisfactory.

Just what is this arrangement, Mr. Roarke?

Ah, you will see with your own eyes.

This way, please.

-Ah, hello, gentlemen. -ALL: Good morning.

I know things look a bit chaotic, but everything will be ready

by curtain time tomorrow night.

Now, we'll give you a pageantry that your guests will always remember.

Now, uh, gentlemen, we're gonna take a 10 minute break here.

Ten minutes.

Mr. LeBrun, Mr. Fielding. Mr. Saunders.

-How do you do? -How do you do? Ben Saunders.

-Yes, yes. -And my right hand man, Lawrence.

Gentlemen.

Now, are you two gentlemen ready for your fantasies to begin?

We're ready right now, sir.

Um, excuse me. Mr. Roarke, uh, their fantasies? What about mine?

All a necessary part of the arrangement, Mr. Saunders. Trust me.

-Oh, I understand, but... -Now, gentlemen. Uh, you, Mr. LeBrun, describe

your ideal woman to me. The one you wish you could carve in stone as

-a beautiful Venus. -Yeah, only not cold and aloof, but earthy with an

inner fire, seductive and sensual.

Mmm. Mm-hmm.

And you, Mr. Fielding, said your ideal woman would be fiery, tempestuous...

Exactly. A striking woman of great passion.

Raw, lusty, filled with... Life.

Yes, yes. Lawrence.

Ah. Now close your eyes. Uh, close your eyes, please. Thank you.

Both of you, if you don't mind.

Now picture in your minds the ideal women you have described.

Concentrate and call out the name of your ideal woman.

-Ava. Ava. Ava. -Rosalind.

Ava.

Rosalind.

The women of your dreams.

My dream woman.

Yes, I think things will proceed very nicely from here on.

Yes. Gentlemen.

Gentlemen, if you please. I'll have something of great importance to say

to all of you in my office in precisely 42 minutes. Please be there.

-Oh, but Mr. Roarke... -42 minutes, Mr. Saunders.

Lawrence. Lawrence. (SNAPS FINGERS)

(GUITAR PLAYING)

You play beautifully, Miss Morales. Your fingering is excellent

and so is your feeling for the instrument.

Thank you. I was trying to build up courage for our interview.

-Courage? -Yes. Music's always has helped me.

I'm sure you have enough courage for whatever happens, Miss Morales.

-Surely, I'm not difficult to talk to, am I? -No, no. It's not you.

-It's me. I signed a surrogate mother... -Surrogate mother.

-Surrogate mother contract. -Right.

-Because I need the money. -I understand.

No. You probably don't.

My sisters, they work hard.

They save and borrow every cent

they could to send me to the United States.

And things didn't work out too well for you.

No. And they put every hope they had in me.

Many times a family turns to its youngest to carry out the dreams for all

to do the things the rest could not achieve. It's a heavy burden.

But I am the oldest, Mr. Roarke. My sister Elena is three years younger

and Maria is five years younger. But they both look older than I do.

That... That is what poverty does to you.

May I ask how much are you being paid to have this baby?

Enough to give my sisters a chance of their own.

-So you agreed to artificial insemination? -Yes.

But for you, it's now more than just a business arrangement, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

A human being is growing inside of me.

I don't know if I can give it up.

It's a very difficult choice to keep a baby you are bound to love

or give it up and be able to help your sisters find new lives of their own.

That is why I am here, Mr. Roarke. To know if I can give my baby away.

I understand your dilemma, Miss Morales.

But, uh, isn't there something more I should know?

Why do you ask that?

Excuse me, sir. You asked me to let you know when Mr. and Mrs. Anderson arrived.

They're in their bungalow now.

Thank you, Lawrence.

They are here? But why?

Because they have a right to be, Miss Morales.

The decision you make will affect their lives, too.

MAN: Sweetheart.

Do you know what your mother thinks about my not being able

to have children, do you? She makes me feel as if I'm to blame somehow.

Oh, come on, honey. You imagine things.

Do I? Damn it, Mike. My whole heritage is to bear kids. Lots of kids.

Not to sit in an empty house staring at four walls waiting for you to come home.

But that's why we're doing this, sweetheart.

-Look, we'll be a complete family. -Oh, I hope so.

We will.

(DOOR KNOCKING)

Yolanda, Mr. Roarke.

-Come in, please. -Thank you.

-Come in. -Thank you very much.

-Lawrence. -Sir.

Uh, Lawrence tells me there are things to be moved, Mr. Anderson.

I'm not sure I understand.

Yes. I believe some things were delivered here in error.

Oh?

I think someone mistook Mrs. Anderson to be the mother of Mr. Anderson's child.

(CHUCKLING DISDAINFULLY)

Angela.

Hey, I'm okay. I'm fine. I mean, it's a very easy mistake to make.

Did you order these things, Mr. Anderson?

I just thought that Yolanda might need a few things, yes.

Well, I'm sure you meant well. Mrs. Anderson, is there something

in particular troubling you about our arrangement?

No, of course not. I have nothing to complain about.

It's just a little fast.

A little hard to get used to the idea that by tomorrow night,

there'll be a baby and I'll be an instant mother

and everything will be just wonderful.

I understand. Now, Lawrence, if you'll collect these clothes

for Miss Morales, we'll leave these nice people to get acquainted.

No, no, no. Please don't. It is better if I go too, Mr. Roarke.

I know how Mrs. Anderson must feel.

Oh, no. Don't be silly, Miss Morales. You stay.

Mr. Roarke can stay. In fact, everybody can stay

because you all have a lot more to do with this than I do.

Angela.

Tradition, gentlemen, calls for one of the beautiful ladies

-of the island to be named Queen of our Beaux Arts Ball. -It has to be Rosalind.

She's the child of my mind. Obviously, the ideal woman.

Are you joking? Ava is the only choice. My own vision come to life.

Uh, the choice is up to Mr. Roarke.

Well, it's always been that way in the past, yes. However, since I, in effect,

uh, created the two ladies in question, I believe the choice

this time should be made by someone who can be utterly impartial.

I'm available, sir.

Uh, thank you very much, Lawrence. But you are a part of Fantasy Island.

No, no. I was thinking more in terms of a perspective

of an average guest, you see. Someone like, uh, well, Mr. Saunders, for instance.

(SCOFFS)

I appreciate all this, Mr. Roarke. But I have enough problems without

having every woman on this island except one mad at me.

Oh, come on, Mr. Saunders. It's not that difficult. I mean, you've

seen Rosalind. Classic features, regal beauty. Everything about her...

Forget her. Ava is the embodiment of womanhood itself.

All fire and sensuality...

-This is a woman a man dreams of all his life... -Nordically classic...

-Mr. Roarke... -Gentlemen, gentlemen, please. Now, please.

Please. Mr. Saunders' decision must be made without bias or outside,

uh, persuasion. You must, uh, rely on his fairness as a decent human being.

-His judgment as a man. -You're absolutely right, Mr. Roarke. He is, as you say,

-a man. He'll follow his male instincts. -Of course, I'm sorry,

Mr. Saunders. But you can understand I got a little carried away.

But I now will not in any way influence you.

Thank you. Uh, excuse me, Mr. Roarke. May I speak with you privately for a second?

Of course. Will you excuse us?

-Certainly. -Thank you.

Mr. Roarke, this is not gonna work. No matter who I choose, one of these guys,

-or both of them, are gonna pick me apart. -Don't you understand?

This is all part of the arrangement I mentioned to you.

It's the only way to achieve your own fantasy.

Oh, yeah. Everything so far has been for them. Their ideal woman.

Well, what about mine? What about Sally Marshall? She's not even here

on the island. Just count me out, Mr. Roarke.

WALTER: If you listen to me for one moment. You've got to keep an open mind.

PIERRE: I'm talking about another woman who will...

Mrs. Anderson?

Uh, I'm afraid I'm not very good company right now, Mr. Roarke.

Well, I'm sorry I wasn't able to talk to you before Miss Morales'

fantasy was set in motion.

Oh, there's no need to apologize. After all, what have I got to do with it?

(SIGHS)

Well, a very great deal, I should think.

After all, you will raise the child, be its mother for all its life.

Will I? Facts are facts, Mr. Roarke. And the fact is, it's their baby.

My husband's and... And hers, not mine.

Is it truly a baby you've always wanted, Mrs. Anderson?

Of course. I've always wanted a child. Ask my husband.

Ah. A child or your child? Is it a baby you've always wanted?

Or has it been your pride in believing that you could conceive and bear a child?

I couldn't help but overhear, sir. Weren't you being a little harsh on her?

Not as harsh as she's being on herself, Lawrence.

And I'm afraid there is a bit of jealously mixed in too.

-Jealousy, sir? -Yes. Between Miss Morales and Mrs. Anderson.

They are both so involved with their own personal feelings,

-I'm afraid they've forgotten the father. -I see what you mean, sir.

There are so many undercurrents of emotion working here

that we must be very careful, Lawrence. Frankly, I'm worried.

Oh, I'm so excited about this modeling. Excuse me, Ben! Ben, what,

-what are you doing here? -Sally!

I, uh, I guess I could ask you the same question.

Well, I, uh, I got a call to model at the Beaux Arts Ball.

(SCOFFS) Is that with or without your clothes on?

-Are we gonna have to do that number again? -Who's he?

A man with a very narrow mind who used to be my fiance. Just ignore him, Cal.

Oh, Cal! So this is the two-bit artist you cancelled

the minister and the church over?

The nude body is not considered dirty in this century, Mr. Saunders.

No, but how about private? You're my fiancee.

Not some peep show for every guy who's got a buck to spend on a magazine.

-Was your fiancee. Was your fiancee! -Sally, why argue with him?

Why don't you mind your own business!

Stop it! Stop it! You don't own me, Ben Saunders!

No, I, uh, I don't. I'm sorry, Sally. But I love you.

Then prove it. Just, just grow up!

Ah, Mr. Saunders. How nice to see you again. You, uh, remember Ava,

-don't you? -Well, yes.

-We were just discussing you. -You were?

Such a young man for such a responsibility.

-She means, uh, selecting the Queen of the Ball. -I admire men of decision.

-Well, I, uh, I haven't made any yet. -You will, Ben. You will.

-Ro... Rosalind. -Hello, darling.

Uh, this is my bungalow, isn't it?

Of course it is.

Why are we wasting time?

You, uh, came well prepared, didn't you?

Kiss me.

Rosalind, um, about the Queen of the Beaux Arts Ball,

-I, uh, I haven't made up my mind yet. -Haven't you?

Angela, I've been worried about you.

I've been walking around. Doing a lot of thinking.

Mike, I've been so wrapped up in myself. So hurt by nature's

dirty trick on me that I didn't even think what I was doing to you.

Look, honey, maybe I've handled this all wrong. If, if...

Shhh. I've been doing a lot of soul searching.

I do want this baby.

Everything inside me wants to be the mother of your child, but...

I'll settle for what I can get.

Angie... Oh, Angie, I love you so much.

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

I want to be Queen of the Beaux Arts Ball.

-Do you like me, Ben? -You're, um, you're fantastic.

Well Ben, you'll forget you've ever known another woman.

I knew it. I knew I'd find you here, Ava.

-Get out of here! This is a private party! -Not anymore it isn't.

-Benjamin. It is Benjamin, isn't it? -Ben is...

Stay away from him! Don't you dare... Get off!

(SCREAMING)

Just take it easy, please. Stop, what's... Stop it!

You've got a lot of nerve... (SCREAMING INDISTINCTLY)

BEN: Take it easy! Stop it!

Now, you're mine.

(ROSALIND SCREAMS)

Easy, easy! (GRUNTS)

-Oh, the hell with it. -AVA: Get away! Just stop it!

-Sally. -And all this time you pretended you were

-so innocent, so upright! -I can explain all of this. What? Those women?

They're not even real. They're just figments.

Well how's this for another figment?

(CRASHING)

I'm gonna be the Queen!

You'll never have him. Just stay away from me. You'll never be Queen.

You!

Women.

YOLANDA: Listen to me. I am five months pregnant.

I can feel life inside of me.

Um, I have been thinking about all of this and I know I owe my sisters, yes.

But I can't give back my child, no matter what.

Miss Morales, I think you have an even greater fear than just giving up your baby.

I don't know what you mean.

I check all my guests, Miss Morales. Very carefully.

I know about your mother. About your grandmother. How they died.

I know about the babies that died with them.

-Please! -And I know you carry a genetic disability.

-One that may strike at the moment of giving birth. -Not always.

No, not always or you or your sisters wouldn't have survived.

But what if it does happen?

Then I will die.

And my baby too.

(GUITAR PLAYING AND HUMMING)

The time is getting close, Mr. Roarke. I feel it inside. You know.

Yes, I know. Are you all right?

Mr. Roarke, do you know if I will survive? If my baby will live?

I can guarantee only that you'll have the baby, nothing more. I'm sorry.

It's not your fault. It was all my own doing.

When you signed the contract, you didn't tell the Andersons about the danger, obviously.

How could I? They would have chosen someone else. And I had to have the money.

But now you've decided to keep the baby, so you can't help your sisters.

Both you and your baby are in grave danger, Miss Morales.

And Mr. and Mrs. Anderson will suffer either way.

I'm sorry, Mr. Roarke. I only meant to do good.

BEN: Well, now what am I supposed to do, Mr. Roarke?

-I've never been in such a mess. -Really, sir, there are those

who would be more appreciative of being desired by two absolutely stunning females.

Have you anyone in mind we know, Lawrence?

Well, it's not really me they're after anyway.

It's my vote for the Queen of the Ball.

-Are you sure you won't join me, Mr. Saunders? -Oh, no thank you.

Anyway, all I wanted to do is patch things up with Sally. You were supposed to help me.

Now she won't even talk to me.

-You have piqued her interest, haven't you? -Oh, have I?

-Well, she came looking for you, didn't she? -Yeah, but...

It seems to me that Miss Marshall is now suffering from the same ailment

that she accused you of. The one that caused her to cancel your wedding plans.

She's jealous. Mr. Roarke, you're something of a sly fox.

Thank you.

(BEN LAUGHING)

Of course, this is all part of your little arrangement, isn't it?

All right, if Sally's gonna blame me for committing sins, it might

as well be sins that I really commit. That will really make her jealous.

-Thanks, Mr. Roarke. -Uh, no, Mr. Saunders, I didn't mean for you to...

-Uh, Mr. Saunders... -Well, where's he off to with that silly little grin?

Another rendezvous with one of those women?

I believe that's what he has in mind, yes.

Oh, Mr. Roarke. What am I gonna do? They're both so, so damn beautiful

and, I'm just me.

Miss Marshall, I thought you had made up your mind that Mr. Saunders

wasn't the man you really wanted.

A girl can change her mind, can't she?

Are you saying you want him back?

Yes. I mean, uh...

Yes, yes, I do.

But I don't want him to be jealous of me every time I pose in the nude or whatever.

That, that's my decision, not his.

Perhaps Mr. Saunders is doing a little posing himself.

-To make you jealous, you know? -No. No way, Mr. Roarke.

No. I saw him with my own eyes. He didn't even know I was there.

There may be extenuating circumstances.

(SALLY SIGHS)

That's great. That's just great. You men all stick together, don't you?

Maybe those two sexpots aren't even real, like Ben said, right? They're just

overheated, over-endowed figments of too many male imaginations.

Uh, Miss Marshall, if you truly love Mr. Saunders, you may have to prove it to him.

Wrong, Mr. Roarke. Ben may not like me posing for photographers

and artists, but he never caught me french kissing someone else. Never!

Is this fantasy precisely on target, sir?

Have a grape, Lawrence. And when you have, inform Mr. LeBrun and Mr. Fielding

that I want to see them both in my office immediately.

Yes, sir.

MIKE: You're nine months pregnant! What do you mean you're gonna keep the baby?

You signed a contract. You can't keep the baby. It belongs to Angela and me.

-It belongs to me. -Oh, I get the picture here.

Is it more money you want? Is that it? Hmm?

I don't want any money. How can you talk about money!

-What's happened to her? -Miss Morales, this means so very much to us.

Both of us. We want this child desperately,

and my husband is its father.

Tell them the rest, Miss Morales.

I can't do it, Mr. Roarke, please. I can't do it!

All right, then I will.

Miss Morales' genes carry a family trait that makes childbirth not only dangerous,

but often fatal.

Her own mother and grandmother both died in childbirth. Along with the infants.

-I can't believe this is happening. -Mike. Please, Mike.

You are a woman, you understand me, don't you?

Well, I'm, I'm trying, but at the moment I have a husband who's in a lot of pain.

Oh, my God, it's, it's his baby who may die too, you know.

I know. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Miss Morales, please, you must calm yourself. Sit down, please.

(GASPS)

What? What is it? Are you all right?

I think you better get me to the hospital.

I'll get the ambulance. Please stay with her.

Of course. But what about Mike? He's gotta know, too.

Don't worry. I'll find him.

Don't worry. We'll get you to the hospital.

I thought I might find you here, Mr. Anderson.

What made you think that, Mr. Roarke?

Because this is where I often come when I'm troubled or need to think.

The beauty seems to have a healing effect.

I'm sorry I ran out like that.

Oh, I can understand running from a pain that at first seems to...

-I was cheated, Mr. Roarke. And so was Angie. -And so was Miss Morales,

Mr. Anderson. Cheated by fate, by life. Yet she was willing to risk

her own life to achieve the miracle of bringing a new life into this world.

-Your child. -Test-tube father, yes. But you heard her.

Whatever happens, the baby will never be mine.

The baby will always be yours, Mr. Anderson, no matter what happens.

You are its father.

Yes.

And Miss Morales, at this very minute, is in labor trying to deliver that child.

You're right, it is my kid.

Can you take me there?

That's why I came.

Thank you, doctor. The doctor says there are some problems.

The baby's heart rate has dropped.

Are you saying the baby isn't gonna make it?

There is still hope, Mr. Anderson. You must believe that.

-And Yolanda? -She's having a very hard time of it.

She's a very brave woman.

And all we've done is pick on her.

She understands pain above all things.

Yes, I suppose that's a special knowledge that women share.

And some men. And some men.

Doctor, come quickly.

Sally?

-Oh, have, uh, we met? -She doesn't want to talk to you.

Butt out. Sally, we have to talk.

Well, why don't you just go to talk to one of those figments of yours.

-Look here, Saunders... -No. You look here, Cal. If you want her,

you're gonna have to fight for her. Now come on. Come on.

Fight for her? I hardly know her.

Sorry.

Wow. You certainly have changed.

No. Not really.

I told you that I loved you.

Well, what about all those other women?

All? There're just two of them. Oh, come on, Sally. They're not even real.

-They're just... -Don't start with me, Ben.

Well, they're not real to me. I mean, they're not like you.

I mean, you're like peaches and cream.

Fresh bread and honey and...

-And? -And I'm so in love with you...

So there you are, Benji. Have you missed me?

Sally.

Control yourself, Ava. All fire and passions...

I... I wouldn't know.

It's not what Ava has told me, Saunders.

Oh. Whatever she told you is not true.

Are you saying she's a liar? Come on, Saunders. We're going somewhere quiet

to talk about who you'll select Queen.

-Oh, no, we won't. -Saunders, wait!

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Oh, my. Very impressive, Lawrence.

Magnificent, sir. We've outdone ourselves again.

I just hope you're wrong.

Ah, Romeo and Juliet.

-Mr. Roarke? -I've been looking for Miss Marshall.

-She won't be coming. -What?

I really lost her this time. Anyway, I've been wanting to talk to you.

-You see... -Yes?

Have you, uh, made your choice for the Queen yet?

Not yet. But I don't have time...

Well, you better make up your mind quickly, Mr. Saunders.

The moment has arrived.

May I remind you that you must pick the woman you truly believe has the

qualities of a worthy Queen. Uh, rely on your integrity, Mr. Saunders.

But Mr. Roarke, please...

Your integrity.

Thank you.

My dear guests, ladies and gentlemen, the moment we've all been

waiting for has finally arrived. Mr. Ben Saunders will now announce his decision

for that exalted position, Queen of the Beaux Arts Ball.

Mr. Saunders, if you please.

Excuse me, Mr. Roarke. Can I ask you one last favor?

-Last favor? Of course, but... -Please tell Sally the truth about all this.

About Ava and Rosalind, who they really are. She may believe you.

All right, Mr. Saunders. I understand. I'll try.

Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Saunders.

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)

Uh, ladies and gentlemen, you can imagine how difficult it is to choose

one rare rose from a garden that's full of them. So important

a responsibility that I cannot allow any, any outside influence

to affect my decision. I have made my choice. It's based on qualities like

beauty, of course. More inner beauty than the other kind.

That, that feeling you get when you're around a real queenly woman. A warmth.

A wholeness. A goodness.

May I now present to you

the Queen of the Beaux Arts Ball:

Miss Sally Marshall.

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)

What? Oh, me?

Uh, Mr. Saunders. Mr. Saunders, what is it?

Your selection was perfect.

Oh, you don't understand, Mr. Roarke. Fielding and LeBrun both have guns

and they're both gonna blow me away for not picking their ideal woman.

Mr. Saunders. Mr. Saunders! Look.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

-What's going on? -Love. Love, Mr. Saunders. You see, to help solve

your problem, I called Mr. LeBrun and Mr. Fielding into my office

and I explained to them that while it's true that two of them will become

even more famous by having their ideal woman chosen as Queen, that,

-um, there will be a price to pay. -Uh, what kind of a price?

If either Ava or Rosalind were chosen Queen, she would cease to exist at midnight.

Oh. You mean back to being a block of marble or a dress dummy?

Precisely. The two gentlemen were trying to frighten you into

not picking their ideal woman as Queen of the Ball.

(LAUGHING JOYFULLY)

Well, Mr. Saunders, it seems we have now solved everyone's problems,

doesn't it? Huh?

(CHUCKLING)

Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

-Ben? I love you. -I love you, too.

(LAUGHING AND KISSING)

-NURSE: Just Mr. Roarke, please. -I'm going in, too.

Thank you.

I'm glad you are here.

It's sort of our baby together, you know?

I know.

(GROANING)

Hang on to me. I don't mind.

You and me together. (GRUNTS)

Together.

Angela.

Hold on, Yolanda.

Relax, Yolanda. Relax.

I'll stay here with you.

-Mike. -You took so long. Is, is everything okay?

Yes. Aren't they beautiful?

Come see your son.

Take him.

A perfect specimen. Isn't he, Mr. Roarke?

Absolutely perfect, Miss Morales.

Your wife shared the pain, Mr. Anderson. Now, she deserves to share

the joy of your baby with you.

Are, are you saying that everything's... Everything's as we planned?

(WHISPERING) Yes,

She's saying more than that, Mr. Anderson. She's also saying that

the miracle of giving life can be reward enough.

Thank you.

What will you call him?

-Uh, what was your father's given name? -Pedro.

Okay, then? All right, look out world. Make room for Peter!

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(LAWRENCE SNIFFLES)

Are you all right, Lawrence?

Oh, great, sir. Don't mind me.

Miss Morales, your fantasy is over.

-Did you forget that the baby wasn't real? -I'm afraid we all did.

But wasn't it wonderful? And we all learned so much about love, didn't we?

Yes. And also about wisdom and courage. Upon which can be built

a joyous reality for all of you. And for the real baby when it's born.

Where's Ben, Mr. Roarke?

I didn't get a chance to see him or congratulate Miss Marshall.

Uh, Mr. Saunders and his new bride are staying on for an extra week

to enjoy a honeymoon and I assure you, Mr. Saunders chose the Queen based on

-his own honest opinion. -Without the slightest doubt.

-Thank you, Mr. Roarke. We gotta be going. -Goodbye, sir.

-Thank you. -Ladies. Sir.

There aren't enough words to thank you, Mr. Roarke.

There is no need. You know your own mind now.

-Yeah. -We're flying back to the mainland together.

Yolanda will stay with us until the baby is born.

-Splendid. -Splendid, indeed. Congratulations to all of you.

Thank you.

-Muchas gracias. -Nada.

-Goodbye, Mr. Roarke. -Goodbye.

-Goodbye ladies, sir. -Goodbye.

Thank you!