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Another day, another dollar. Hmm, boss?

Oh, must you always be so mercenary, Tattoo? I thought we decided to try to

cultivate our finer instincts today, didn't we?

Yes, but I changed my mind.

What? Today I decide to be selfish.

Why?

Look at this beautiful island.

Yes? All are beautiful people.

Just waiting for those strangers to arrive.

Waiting to serve them, to make their dreams come true.

Well, why not, Tattoo? Why not?

After all, our guests pay extremely well for that privilege.

Some of them pay a lot of money. The others, you practically give them their

fantasies.

I give up.

How can I ever balance the boobs?

Tattoo.

Tattoo, I told you I only cut our price when I find their fantasies are they

particularly deserving or intriguing.

That's just what I mean, boss.

You give them their fantasies.

What about me?

I have some very intriguing fantasies.

You, Tattoo?

You want to hear some?

Oh, of course. You're making a joke.

Very amusing, Tattoo.

A joke?

What do you mean by a joke?

Well, everyone knows that he who works in a candy store has no desire for

sweets. I suppose that's a mean way.

No, that, Tattoo, is rock. Move.

Smiles, everyone, smiles.

Oh, come on, Tattoo, let's see some sunshine on that cherubic face of yours.

Splendid.

Perhaps, just perhaps, this may be the flight which brings one of your

to light.

Really? Which one?

In good time, Tattoo, in good time.

Miss Sally Quinn.

The name doesn't connote wonders, does it?

I never heard of her. Neither has anyone else.

Since the age of six, she's spent her life removed from the real world in one

strict boarding school after another, courtesy of her father.

She's a very pretty girl to have been locked away in school all those years.

Oh, she is that. And she comes by her good looks naturally, Tattoo.

It was just 24 years ago this month...

that Sally's late mother was crowned the most beautiful woman in the world.

And now she wants us to try to help her following her mother's footsteps.

On her mother's footsteps?

How?

Patience.

Patience.

How did you get her?

They are indeed the two. The men are business partners. They own a small New

York advertising agency.

The first man, Mr. James DeVoe, is creative director.

The other man is Stuart Chambers. It is he who goes out and gets the accounts.

Hustling is the expression, I believe.

And the lady?

Mrs. Chambers, Andrea.

Andrea? A very pretty name for a very pretty lady.

But what fantasy cool does she share?

A very common one, Tattoo. A thirst for adventure and money.

Money? On Fantasy Island?

Treasure, Tattoo.

Pirate treasure.

The last treasure of Caval.

But boss, it's dangerous.

The last time you say that, no one will be allowed to search for it again.

That was before these three requested their fantasy.

What's so special about them? The fact that one member of this happy trio plans

to commit a murder before the weekend is over.

My dear guest, I am Mr. Rourke, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

You must be famished after your trip, Miss Quinn.

I hope you find something to your liking.

It all looks great.

Thanks.

Just that I'm, uh... A bit nervous?

Rest assured, there's nothing to be concerned about. The contest will begin

planned. In fact, the other contestants on the news media from around the world

have begun arriving at the north end of the island and will be transported here

presently. You'll meet them all later at an informal press conference I've

arranged for you and all the other girls.

You make it sound so easy.

On Fantasy Island, everything is easy, Miss Green.

If I wish it to be.

You better eat now.

You'll need your strength the next couple of days.

Thank you.

You've made me feel at home.

I'm glad.

You know, Bart, I like that girl you were talking to.

She looks nice. Oh, yes.

But how can we help her to follow in her mother's footsteps?

Well, I know you're going to hate this, Tatooine.

But tomorrow we begin staging the first annual Miss Fantasy Island beauty

pageant, featuring 16 of the most exquisitely beautiful girls in the

You don't mean that, boss.

Don't I?

But how can this help Miss Queen?

Simple.

Sally is one of the contestants, and in the end, she will be crowned the most

beautiful of all, Queen of Fantasy Island, don't you see?

You mean the contestant?

I like the word predetermined.

Fixed. Well, it's her fantasy tattoo.

Ah, cheer up. Cheer up. Maybe you can console one of the losers.

I can't believe this. I mean, three grown people out here on a desert island

looking for buried treasure.

You sound skeptical, Mrs. Chambers.

The treasure does exist, I assure you. And worth millions, too.

You'll have to forgive my wife, Mr. Rourke. She's not a romantic. Right,

She's as romantic as any woman is these days.

Oh, thanks.

The Carvajal map.

Study it carefully, will you?

The pirate Carvajal.

Scourge of the Caribbean.

Scourge? Catrote, you mean? He's literally correct.

When Carvajal buried his treasure, he buried four of his most trusted men

with it to guarantee the silence.

And don't forget the curse, but... The curse?

There's a curse on it, too?

Not to be taken lightly, Mrs. Chambers.

If the curse is to be believed, the same greed that drove Carvajal to

murder his own men.

will forever afterward plague those who seek the prize.

You're serious about this, aren't you?

Um, in your packs on the burro, you will find supplies sufficient for three

days. Good luck and, uh, good hunting.

Excuse me.

All right.

What do we got? Well, the map says Devil's Peak is that way.

Well, let's do it.

I want a plate.

Girl, I'm getting out.

You see, Tattoo, life does have its rewards.

Oh, Tattoo, why don't you mingle with our lovely guests and make them feel

welcome? If you think so, boss.

I want a good shot there. Yeah, that's great.

How do you like your fantasy so far between?

Oh, it's exciting.

And a little frightening.

Frightening? Why?

They're all beautiful.

Yes, exquisite.

And each one thinks she has a chance.

Tomorrow, the first round of judging begins.

Tomorrow? And in the contest, everything will go just as you wish.

Well, you have fun. Excuse me.

Ladies and gentlemen, for the next half hour, our beautiful contestants will be

available for individual photographs or interviews.

They're so sore.

Oh, but wasn't it... Exciting?

All the people and cameras and everything?

I can tell you we never had anything like that in Benbow, Texas.

I reckon that must sound pretty hickey to you, being educated in schools all

around the world.

Believe me, boarding schools aren't all they're cracked up to be.

I was a little nervous myself.

Maybe, but you sure didn't look nervous about whether you were going to win or

lose.

Renee, have you ever been in a beauty contest before?

Sure. Well, just hometown stuff. This is my first big international beauty

contest. Mine, too.

If you don't mind me being too personal, why did you enter?

This could mean a lot to me.

A down payment on a place for my folks, a chance to travel and see things, and

never have to work in a cheesy five and dime or greasy chili palace again, and

maybe even...

acting like I'm the only one around.

I guess it means a lot to you, too.

Yeah.

It does.

Anybody here have some Vaseline?

I've got some photographers waiting.

Here you go, honey.

Oh, thanks.

Don't blind yourself.

Don't worry.

I won't.

That was Cheryl Dane.

Boy, did she spill trouble.

Trouble? Didn't you see her?

She's won so many contests, they call her Miss Everything.

Then why does she keep doing it?

Probably because she's afraid there's nothing else she can do.

Miss Fantasy Island.

Looks like this my guess. It's right up there treasures somewhere on the other

side in the cave

Yeah,

what's it

We made part of it.

We've got a long way to go yet.

You okay?

Yeah.

How about you?

I'm all right.

That too.

Yes, boss.

When we resume our game of Monopoly tonight, after your first victory in 2

,736 games, perhaps we should use my dice, not

yours. What do you think?

Sounds like a wonderful idea, boss.

I'm glad you like it.

When did you die?

Sally's father.

Just on time.

Show him in, Tatooine. Show him in.

Ah, Mr. Quinn. Now, Mr. Rourke. Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Ah, thank you.

Thank you. I must say, your cable was rather cryptic, Mr. Rourke.

My daughter's here as part of a group of 16 girls.

That's right.

May I offer you some scotch?

No, thank you.

to see Sally first.

Well, it's your brand.

And I still haven't answered your question.

I wasn't aware that I asked you one. Your daughter disappears from boarding

school in Switzerland and a week later turns up on a tropical island and you

not interested in how or why she came here?

Not interested.

I've been out of my mind for a week ever since the school called me and told me

that Sally had disappeared.

I've had half of the police forces of the world looking for her. Of course I

want to know why she's here.

Well, then may I suggest, Mr. Queen, you finish your drink and follow me.

Well, the tension is really mounting here on our first day of judging of the

Miss Fantasy Island beauty pageant.

We've already selected three of our five finalists, so we're coming now to

finalist number four.

And finalist number four is Elaine Benson.

Be back to life, Elaine Benson.

Finalist number four.

Now we come to the last finalist.

Of course, all of these girls are beautiful. Everything a girl should be.

But only one of them, one girl more, will make the list as finalist.

What is this?

For Queen of Fantasy Island competition tomorrow.

Which one is it going to be?

I tell you, the suspense is killing me. I'm sure it's doing the same to you.

Here we go then.

Our last finalist then.

Miss Sally Quinn.

What, some kind of joke?

Oh, I assure you, all the contestants are quite serious, including your

daughter. I absolutely forbid it.

She must withdraw from the contest right now.

Well, I'm afraid the choice is not yours, Mr. Quinn.

Sally came here and entered this contest on her own, and she is of legal age,

isn't she?

Sally.

What a good shot there. Yeah, that's great.

Oh, wonderful, yeah.

Well, that's not half bad.

And he's not half bad at all. Well, I'm just a wonder. Of course, you did have

my best meal, candies and cream.

Well, you are a wonder.

You're the best, aren't you, Jim?

Absolutely. It's a good sport, too.

Coming here with a couple of overage boy scouts.

Chasing after lost parts of treasure.

No, wait a second. I didn't exactly volunteer, darling. You did have to drag

here kicking and screaming, remember?

Yeah, well, don't be sorry when we find the jewels and the gold and the

balloons. Gold and the balloons.

Five million, they say. Coffee jar buried.

Five million.

Oh, look it.

You act as if nobody has ever looked for this treasure before, these so -called

doubloons.

They failed. We won't.

Big city girl here.

She doesn't believe in anything she can't see.

Now, that's your trouble, Andrea, if your imagination doesn't extend beyond

Bloomingdale's next sale.

Hey, y 'all, remember last month when I was stuck in Muncie for three days?

Mm -hmm.

Ah, well, you want some real excitement, you try Muncie, Indiana.

Three days.

I, um, miss my pretty lady here so much, I, uh, called her at three in the

morning.

No answer.

You want a real scare?

You, uh, you try calling home at, uh, 3 a .m. from Muncie, Indiana.

Wife not answering the phone.

Stu, I told you I unplugged the phone now. We've been over this before.

Look, I'm just trying to tell you, sweetheart.

How much I love you.

Yeah, well, I think I'll get some wood. No, I'll go.

It's my turn.

He doesn't leave me about the phone.

Oh, no, that's foolish.

Do you believe me?

Here.

Balloon. The balloon is here.

I hope Mr. Milbank is satisfied.

Ah, Mr. Rourke, I really did it. You made my fantasy come true. I really did

around the world in 80 days.

He looks like you had fun. I had a wonderful time, Tattoo.

There's so many things I want to talk to you about.

I'm so excited.

When can I take my next Jules Verne adventure, Mr. Rourke?

Well, as soon as you and your assistant, Sam, are rested and ready, Mr. Milbank.

Come along, Sam.

Let us not dilly -dally. Right ahead, Sam.

Yes.

Sally?

I thought you'd be coming through here again.

Hello, Daddy. I was hoping we wouldn't have to meet quite yet.

That's quite obvious.

Now that we have, I want you to end this foolishness. I want you to go back to

your room and pack your things, and I'll arrange for us to be on the first

flight out of here.

No. It's not your choice whether I stay or leave anymore.

Isn't it? Whose choice is it?

Mine. You can't order me around anymore.

I'm 19.

Grown up.

You call this behavior grown up?

No, it's not only not grown up, Sally.

It's vain and impetuous, and most of all, thoughtless to the people who care

about you.

Is that what you told Mother all those years ago when you met her in the beauty

contest she had entered?

That's different.

Is it?

Yeah. How?

I want you to get packed and be ready to leave in an hour.

No.

What was I saying?

I don't think I heard you.

I said no.

I'm not leaving until this contest is over.

Sally, I'm your father.

Since when?

What was that?

I asked, since when have you been her father?

Oh, I know you've spent money on Sally.

But can you remember the last time you hugged her or kissed her?

This is none of your business, Mr. Rose. Oh, I'm afraid it is, Mr. Quinn. It

became so when I promised Sally her fantasy.

I love my daughter.

You don't understand.

Oh, but I do understand. I understand you very well, mister.

I also understand your daughter.

A girl who saved her allowances for who knows how long just to enter a beauty

contest. Well, then, if you understand so much, tell me, why did you do it?

Why, indeed.

Has it occurred to you that the only person you cared for in your life was

Sally's mother and she was a beauty contest winner?

Nonsense. Perhaps.

But to a child growing up, things aren't always as they are to adults.

Are you saying she's done this all for me?

Just so that I could pay her some attention?

Your daughter's real fantasy was to regain your love and affection.

Why don't you try to fulfill that fantasy, Mr. Green?

Oh, the contestants have the afternoon off. I think you might find the walk

along the lagoon rather pleasant.

Thank you, Mr. Roth.

I think we're hung up on something.

Oh, wait.

Let me just get one more picture. Oh, come on. Come on now.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Let me check it out.

You going in?

What is it?

Something.

Just for a second or two, and it would look like I might be that alligator's

breakfast.

The thought of sole ownership of the agency in your mind.

Just for the briefest moment, maybe, did you figure maybe let my hands slip

away? Oh, Stuart.

I'm going to imagine that you're making a joke, old buddy.

Besides, I need you.

At least until we find the treasure.

Yeah, but, uh, get me out of the way. It's not a bad idea, is it?

Huh?

Is it, darling?

Mr.

Walk asked me to see you.

I'm pleased you came.

I won't quit the contest.

You won't have to now.

Not anymore.

I think I know what it means to you now.

It's just that it's a great opportunity for me.

I mean, if I won.

I know, Sally.

I think it's wonderful.

Sally, I'm not very good at making apologies.

I guess.

I'm not any better expressing my love with those whom I care most about.

But if I neglected to show you my love, please forgive me.

Daddy.

If you want me to, I'll withdraw from the contest.

Now that is the nicest thing you could have said to me.

But I won't let you.

Now that I know what it means to you.

Not only do I want you in that contest, I want you to win it and win it big.

For the both of us.

Oh, I've got such plans, Sally.

It'll be just like it was with your mother.

Your picture all over the world. You'll make me the...

proudest father you've ever seen.

Wait, stop, stop, stop.

Let me take that.

I never said it was going to be easy, you know.

Hey, you guys, I'm sorry about what happened back there on the raft. I

didn't mean...

I guess I was a little scared, you know?

Well, come on, let's move on.

To where, Stu?

Devil's Peak.

We're lost, Stu. We don't even have a compass.

Went overboard with your backpack. What are we going to do, walk around in

circles? I agree with you. Why don't we just go back?

No way.

We've come this far, we're going all the way.

Going to go where all the way?

How do we find Devil's Peak?

Well, we're not going to find it standing around here.

Ah, Miss Quinn.

Won't you please come in?

To what do we owe this pleasure? Please, won't you sit down?

I'd like to withdraw from the contest.

Withdraw?

Why?

I think you know why.

The fantasy's over.

You were right about my true motives trying to get my father's attention.

Then your father has responded to your fantasy. Oh, I'm so happy for you.

I don't think she's so happy, boss.

My father has responded with attention, Mr. Rourke.

Only it's not as easy as I thought.

I mean, I don't know if he really loves me or if he just wants me to be famous

like my mother was.

He really loved her, you know?

And maybe he just wants me to replace her.

Oh, that's a harsh judgment to place on your father.

But he keeps talking about mother, saying how this contest will be just

was then. Like he's trying to relive it all.

Quite a dilemma.

And your solution is to withdraw.

Yes. Do you realize just how much you and your father are really alike?

What do you mean? Well, you both have the same solution to problems. to run

hide from the world.

I thought it was going to be so easy.

The contest, my winning, my father.

My dear Miss Quinn, life and human emotions are rarely that simple.

You think I should stay in the contest?

Oh, I think you should face life and deal with it as it comes as best you

The other girls.

This contest really means so much to them, too.

It's not fair that this is fixed for me to win.

You have learned a great deal this evening.

From now on, the Miss Fantasy Island contest is no longer

predetermined. If you win it now...

It will be strictly on your own.

Just as my mother did. If you win it, it will be just as your mother did.

Answer me.

Pray ahead.

Watch where you put your hands. Stay close to the wall.

I'm watching. I'm watching.

Pull it down. I can't help it.

Get a good handle on it. I got you. Grab her.

Relax. Take it easy.

You got her?

Reach for a handle.

Andrea, I told you, you've got to hug the wall.

They could have been killed.

Need I remind you, Tattoo, there are no guarantees on Fantasy Island our guests

take their chances.

I pass.

That's not good for business.

But at least they are closer to the treasure now.

Yes, and now they approach their greatest danger.

They must face their own greed.

That's awesome.

This has got to be it.

Hey folks, this is the place.

Incredible. Yeah.

Incredible. Don't you go in there.

I don't believe in treasure.

They're just sitting in there waiting for us.

Let Jim and I go in and check it out first.

Oh, come on you guys.

Be a good girl.

Oh, you better come back down after me.

All right, be careful.

People look here.

Yeah, I got a couple of choices here.

Just that way or that way.

What do you think? Let's try that way now.

Hey, Jim, come here. What do you got?

Look at this.

I think we found something.

It's a booby trap.

Come on.

Just be careful.

Hey, Dirk.

It's true.

It's real.

We're rich, man.

It's like a dream come true.

We're going to get back to civilization with it.

Come on.

Let's get this out of here.

expression on andy's face when she sees this what you saw for i know all about

you and andre i've known about you two for a long time me and andy what the

are you talking about nothing going on between me and andy there never was

you're a liar now you got a wife that loves you a lot buddy boy

and the sad thing is you don't deserve it you're in my place

God's sake, Stuart.

Help me.

I'm trying to help you.

I'll lose a chest.

You're not going to let me die.

Crazy.

That's the show.

Thank you.

You're going to be all right?

Yeah, I think so.

Sorry.

That's all right, buddy. That's all right.

Sorry for everything.

it is another beautiful afternoon and here we are at the final judging for the

Miss Fantasy Island beauty queen and we have five lovely young ladies but only

one of our finalists can be picked to reign as queen of beauty now take a good

look at them everybody you think you can choose which one it'll be

judges. I wonder if they've been able to choose.

Have you, judges?

Are you ready? I have the envelopes, please.

Well, here they are.

The queen and her court.

And let me point out that in her court here, there will be three runners -up

not four.

So, our third runner -up is Mary Ann Davis.

A lovely choice.

Miss Nina Connors.

And now let's see what decision the judges have made on our first runner

Our first runner -up is Miss Cheryl Dean.

Lovely young lady.

And now the moment we've all been waiting for. The big moment.

Who is going to be Miss Fantasy Isle?

Who will be the queen of beauty?

Who will be the most beautiful girl in the world?

Here it is.

Miss Elaine Benson!

The rain that sent is our queen. It was here and now.

Now there you have it, ladies and gentlemen. I know you must feel

Is that the contest?

Not really.

At least not as much as you do.

All those pictures, the publicity of your plans.

Maybe if you're here, you can still sign up Elaine.

Then all you think I'm interested in?

I don't know.

I just know... I guess it was crazy for me to even ever try.

I'll never be what Mother was.

I was unable to face that until coming here.

But I love you very much for yourself.

And if you give me a chance, I'd like to spend a great part of the rest of my

life proving it to you.

He'll probably ask for our money back.

We said, boss.

Did we?

Did we?

I want to thank you for everything.

It was our pleasure.

Say, uh, how much was the treasure worth?

Does it matter, Mr. Chambers?

No, no, it doesn't.

Not now.

Well, thank you. You're welcome.

Mr. Rohr.

Your share of the Carvajal treasure.

Thank you.

You're most welcome.

I don't get it, boss.

They end up with nothing.

On the contrary, they end up with a great deal.

A very great deal.

You and your father seem happy now, Miss Quinn.

I almost made a terrible mistake.

Not as bad a mistake as I've been making.

Thank you.

Thank you both.

For the best fantasy of all.

Reality.

You know, boss, I like stories with a happy ending.

It seems to me that today on Fantasy Island, more than one fantasy has had a

happy ending.