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Bye.

Good morning, boss.

Good morning, Tattoo.

What may I ask is that book you're reading?

The power of hypnotism. Oh, you're studying hypnotism now?

To what end?

What did I ask?

Oh, for no special reason, but just for fun.

Indeed. Mm -hmm.

Shall we go meet our guests?

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

Mr. Johnny Court of Detroit, Michigan.

What's his fantasy?

One cherished by professional gamblers everywhere.

Mr. Court wishes to participate in the world's only million -dollar poker game.

Ah.

The annual Fantasy Island Poker Championship.

None other, my friend.

He looks so young. Is he good?

Exceedingly good.

Mr. Court has been playing poker since he was 14 years of age.

Now he feels it's time to challenge the best, including the one considered to be

the world's greatest.

You mean Victor Holley?

Victor Holley, yes.

But, boss...

You think Mr. Cook can beat him?

Mrs. Nancy Weston. A successful, highly respected photographer from Chicago, you

know.

She looks troubled.

What's her fantasy?

Mrs. Weston says she's seeking the opportunity to maintain her sanity.

Her sanity?

What do you mean?

Mrs. Weston believes that she's being haunted.

Haunted? You mean like in ghost?

On a recent trip around the world, she took hundreds of photographs for the new

book. On returning home, she discovered that in a number of them, there appeared

the image of a little girl.

Little girl?

Who is little girl?

Mrs. Weston doesn't know.

She's only sure that the little girl wasn't there when the photographs were

taken. But you really think that little girl is a ghost?

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

Welcome on the sea island.

I know how crazy it all sounds, and I can't think of a rational explanation.

That was taken in Venice.

Yes.

Here is Stonehenge in England.

And here again, in a Buddhist temple.

Mr. Rourke, there is no way that that little girl could have been in all those

places when I photographed them.

The thought of this ghost or this little girl or whatever she is is just

obsessing me.

I have dreams.

Dreams like I have now. Mrs. Weston, have you discussed this with your

Perhaps it might have a meaning to one of them.

There is no family, Mr. Rourke.

My husband was killed in Vietnam.

Last year, our...

Only son, Adam, died in an accident.

He was 11.

I am terribly sorry.

I've been quite alone since Adam died.

I find it very difficult accepting his death.

Now, this, I just feel like everything is just falling down around me.

Mr. Rourke, you have to help me.

Who is this little girl, and what does she want from me?

This is worse than... This is one of the most bizarre fantasies I've ever been

asked to fulfill.

And if I am to fulfill it, I must have your complete and unquestioning trust.

Well, boss, I think it's almost time.

Almost, true.

Ah, Mr. Quartz.

You must be quite anxious for that poker tourney to begin.

I sure am.

I've been waiting for 16 years.

I know.

And now you have some of the greatest poker players in the world here.

China Mike Ivory.

And Boots.

Orville Boots Pierce.

Gentleman Art Thurston.

That's as big time as you're going to get.

Tell me something, Mr. Court. Is it money or prestige that brings you here?

Maybe both.

No.

It's for me.

Just once in my life, I want to be champ.

I see.

Oh, hello, Nick. Have you folks met?

Just briefly, when Mr. Largo arrived.

I understand that you're Mr. Court's financial angel, huh?

150 grand worth.

Johnny pointed up the rest.

Oh.

And what do you get in return?

Well, I ain't the neighborhood loan company, if that's what you're asking.

Mr. Largo gets 100 % return on his investment.

That's $300 ,000 when I win the tournament.

And if he loses?

If you'll excuse me, I'll go...

Order myself a lucky drink. And by all means.

Oh, Mr. Rourke, thank you so much for having me back. Oh, thank you for

Fantasy Island's poker tournament wouldn't be the same without Bertha

dealing the cards, would it?

Will you excuse me? Certainly, love.

Oh,

Mr. Hawley, it's so nice to see you again. Likewise, Mr. Rourke.

I don't believe you've met my daughter, Emily. Oh, a pleasure, Miss Hawley. How

do you do?

You.

Is that him?

Yes. Would you like to meet him now?

I'll handle it, thanks.

Very well, sir.

Well, Miss Holly, I think we're going to have a very interesting poker

tournament.

I guess you'd be Victor Holly.

And you'd be Johnny Corp.

Pleasure. Likewise.

They tell me you're good.

The best, Mr. Holly.

The best.

And I want everything you've got.

Yours for the taking, kid.

But I have no intention of letting you succeed.

If you're ready, gentlemen, the game is about to begin.

Boss. Boss.

I just figured out who Nick Largo is.

Indeed.

I knew I saw his face before.

It was in Time magazine.

Boss, he's a gangster.

I am well aware of Mr. Largo's reputation.

But boss, if Johnny lose Nick's money... I'm afraid Johnny will have to worry

about that himself. Now, can I have your attention?

Now, let's get down to business, guy.

The game is five cards stud, no limit.

200 ,000 buy -in.

Go broke.

You've got 30 minutes to find an angel and get back in the game.

Good luck gentlemen.

Are you all right, Mrs. Weston?

Mr. Rock, I've seen her.

She's here.

I had a dream.

I think I know now it had to do with Adam.

My dream, it was the accident all over again.

Only this time, this time, she was here with Adam.

Please, Mrs. Weston, calm yourself.

Don't you understand?

I've seen the ghost. She's here on Fantasy Island.

I do understand, Mrs. Weston. I've been looking for you to tell you that she's

here. But she's no ghost.

Her name is Allison Castle, and she arrived with her parents on the

plane. I don't understand.

I am not quite sure even I understand yet, Mrs. Weston.

But I do know that Allison is no ordinary child.

And you must be extremely careful in approaching her.

For she may prove to be a very dangerous person to know.

Deuce, ace, tray, jack.

Ace still bets.

200 on the ace.

See it?

You lost me, gents. One down.

Nope.

Two down.

Shall we go?

Ace and a pair.

Seven, no help, and a nine.

Pair of aces, bet.

500 on the aces.

Too hot for me.

Three down. Your bet, Johnny. Well, we gotta keep you honest.

Okay, let's go around.

Two.

And a pair of jacks.

Ace's bet.

A thousand dollars on these.

And another thousand.

Call.

Three jacks.

Good enough.

How's it going, Johnny?

You're really riding a hot streak.

How about another deck?

Maybe you'd have better luck, Orv, if you had something to eat, huh?

Couldn't get any worse.

Two hours, Jake, with everybody?

Hey, hey, wait a minute.

With me riding a streak? Come on.

Oh, well, why not?

Oh, excuse me.

Uh, they tell me you're Victor Holly's daughter.

Guilty as charged.

You know something, Johnny Court?

You're good.

So is your father.

Oh, by the way, are you allowed to consort with the enemy?

Depends on what you have in mind.

Dinner for two, bottle of wine, some candlelight, the works.

Fine.

So anyway, the guy finally turns over his whole card.

It's a deuce.

Never saw that guy again.

I'm sorry. I've been talking cards all evening long.

It's okay. I was raised on it.

Good food, huh?

Good company.

Thank you.

Johnny, why do you play poker?

Emily, why do you own a dress store?

It's my livelihood.

Poker is my livelihood.

But I can count on a certain income.

Poker player can't say that.

You really don't like gambling, do you?

Hate it with a passion.

I hear Nick Largo is backing you.

Yeah, that's right.

My dad tells me he's a very bad sort.

Well, that's one of the drawbacks about this business.

A guy's choice of friends is definitely limited.

Ever think of changing your line of work?

Now and then.

I once wanted to go to college.

I was going to be an architect.

Build things.

Well, at the risk of it sounding like a cliché, it's never too late to start all

over again.

Sometimes it is, Emily.

Sometimes you get too committed to a... a goal.

To an idea.

Can't let go of it.

Funny, I've heard all those words before.

My father used to say them to my mother.

Ah,

Mrs. Weston, welcome to Arlois. Thank you.

I don't feel as troubled as I did today.

Just confused.

Well, perhaps if you practice a bit more patience, even that will disappear.

Enjoy yourself.

Thank you.

Everything will be all right. I promise you.

But this is not safe now. Not with Mom and Dad so near.

But Dad can't find them.

I promised you, didn't I?

I wondered when you'd come.

It's not nice to eavesdrop, you know.

Sorry.

But you left so abruptly.

I'm Allison.

And your name is Nancy.

I can't believe you're real.

I believe that you're real.

I have so many questions.

I don't know where to begin.

The photographs.

How did you... I'm not supposed to talk about that.

Promise you won't tell. She'd be awful angry at me.

You promise?

How did you know my name?

I'm not supposed to talk about that either.

But I guess it's all right to tell you.

My friend says you're very nice.

He says you take pretty pictures.

Will you take a picture of me?

Is that who you were talking to a moment ago?

Uh -huh. My friend Adam.

Can you actually talk?

To him, to Adam?

That's why I did those things. I'm not supposed to.

He made a peer in the photos.

Uh -huh.

He wants me to tell you something.

They're coming. I can't talk now.

Alison. Please, you mustn't tell them.

I'll find you tomorrow, I promise.

There you are.

Alison, why did you run off alone like that?

Mrs. Weston, may I introduce Mr. and Mrs. Castle?

Allison's parents.

Mrs. Nancy Weston. How do you do?

I'm afraid it's really my fault. I just felt like taking a walk and I saw

Allison. We started talking. I didn't really mean to keep her.

Mrs. Weston is a photographer and like you came to Fantasy Island for a quiet

weekend.

You have such a lovely daughter.

I'd love to take some photos of her.

Well, we'll see.

I hope Allison didn't. for you with her imaginary friends.

She's got quite an imagination.

Well, it was nice meeting you.

Please, baby.

I promise you, you'll love it.

I'm sorry.

I'm still afraid to be hypnotized.

By me? Why?

Well, it means surrendering my mind and my body to somebody else.

They might try to take advantage of me.

Strange. You never occurred to me.

Waiter, another round, please.

It's incredible.

That little girl, she can somehow talk to my son. Come now, Mrs. West. No.

No, Mr. O 'Rourke.

She knew.

She knew my name. She knew about the photographs, everything.

And her friend, Adam.

Don't you see?

In my dream, they were holding hands like friends.

Somehow, he's communicating with me through her.

Well, how?

Is this a trick of some kind?

Can't she actually talk to my dead son, or am I going mad?

You are not going mad, Mrs. Weston.

There is a very, very fragile line between life and death.

How difficult it is to transcend that line has puzzled mankind.

Since the beginning of time.

But I promise you this, Mrs. Weston.

Before you depart Fantasy Island, you will have the answers to all your

questions.

That's right.

Just let your mind drift away.

Good girl. You're doing good.

Now, at the count of three, you will open your eyes and kiss passionately.

The first name you see.

One, two, three.

For that, you're not going to get a tip.

You went again, Mr. Holley.

Good night,

Mr. Ivory. Better luck next time.

Mr.

Holley's having a terrific winning streak.

Yes, he has.

Six of the last nine pots have been won by him.

How lucky can he get?

Indeed.

If it is all entirely luck.

3 ,000.

It's up to you, Johnny.

That's on you, Art.

Maybe next time.

Bertha? Bob?

Call 2 ,000.

Huh. 3 ,000.

Mr. Holly wins again.

Don't spend it all in one place, honey.

Ladies?

See you next year, honey.

You too, huh?

Never saw such a run of luck in my life.

I can't say as I recall when I had such a run.

Well, looks like it's you versus me from here on out.

How does a sleep break sound to you? What are you trying to do, break up my

of luck?

Why not? You broke up mine.

Seven hours sound all right?

Okay.

Good morning, Mrs. Weston.

May I come in?

I hope Allison's disappearance last night didn't disturb you too much.

You did seem upset.

Why is it I get the impression that you're probing for information?

Because I think my son is a friend of Allison's.

Highly unlikely. I know all of Allison's friends.

Even friends you can't see.

I don't know what kind of a game you are playing, Mrs. West.

But my daughter is none of your business.

Oh, yes, she is my business.

She's talking to my son, and he's been dead for a year.

Allison's imaginary friends are... much like other children's imaginary friends.

They are playmates they make up because they have no one to play with.

I advise you to leave me and my daughter alone.

Morning. Would you join me?

No, thanks. I'm not hungry.

Did you get much sleep?

No.

Something kept me awake.

Probably pretty keyed up from the game.

Yeah, you might say that.

No, really, it was something else that was bothering me.

Do you mind if I ask you a question?

Try me.

How come you and your father cheat?

Is that some kind of a joke?

It took me half the night to figure it out.

But it's all there.

His hearing aid and your compact.

One a receiver and the other one a transmitter.

All you had to do was dot dash in the number of my whole car.

It was my father's idea.

You see, he's losing his concentration, and he's scared.

Of me?

Yes, he's 99 % convinced that you'd beat him in an honest game.

Who do you two think you are?

All my adult life, I have skimped and saved to get myself a reputation, a

so that someday I could be in a tournament like this.

And now, you and your old man.

You know, the funny part of it is, But last night I was thinking, maybe you and

I... God, what thieves.

Right now I think I hate myself.

Johnny, what are you going to do about it?

I'm going to prove your father right.

I'm going to clean his clock in an honest game.

George, Holly. Excuse me.

How many told me you found out?

If there's a stronger word than humiliated, that's how I feel right now.

In all these years, I figured you were the best.

I was, Johnny, so help me.

This is the first time I ever... find yourself getting older.

No retirement mistake, desperation sets in.

I've got to win this one, kid.

And for what it's worth, I'm sorry about...

Well, you'll excuse me, Mr. Holly, if I don't

feel too sorry for you.

Hello.

You aren't angry at me for leaving you last night, are you?

I couldn't talk anymore.

Not with them there.

Allison.

Honey.

Do you have other friends like Adam?

Uh -huh.

But Mom doesn't want me to talk about him.

She said people won't like me if they know about my friends and things I can

What do they tell you, your friends?

They usually don't stay too long.

They tell me about their mommies and daddies and their friends.

Adam told me a lot about you.

I promised to see him today.

You did?

Now listen.

Is Adam a second?

Well, not exactly.

Why not?

He says he's supposed to leave.

They'll have to leave sooner or later.

But Adam can't. Why can't he leave, Allison?

Phil's trapped.

Like in one of your photographs.

I... I don't understand.

Don't you see?

He knows you're still unhappy, and that makes him unhappy.

He wants you to let him go.

I can't.

His memory is all I have left.

The only thing I can hold on to.

My dad's coming.

He'll be mad if he sees this together again.

Allison, come here, please.

Stay with your mother.

Mrs. Weston, I'd like to know what's going on. This is the second time

disappeared and turned up with you.

I would like an explanation.

Perhaps your wife can explain.

Or should I do the explaining, Mrs. Castle?

Did you know that your wife was once one of the most powerful psychics in the

world?

Oh, it's true.

I'm afraid I've done some checking.

As a mere child, she was able to perform amazing mental feats.

Her ESP and telekinetic abilities are among the highest ever recorded.

Allison has similar abilities.

Alien to us, but quite normal to her.

She is able to communicate with, well, if you prefer simple terms, ghosts.

Mr. Rourke, it's absurd.

I've never heard anything like... Wait.

What he says.

It's true.

But that's crazy.

If any of this were true, why would you have held it from me all these years?

Because I remember what it was like.

And I didn't want Allison to go through the same hell that I did.

Exploited.

Like a sideshow freak.

Parents wouldn't even let me play with their children because they were afraid

might put a curse on them.

When Allison began to talk to her friends, I knew she'd inherited the

It gradually left as I grew up.

I was hoping it would do the same with Allison.

Don't you see?

I wanted her to have a normal childhood.

I didn't want you to think you had a freak for a daughter.

Mrs. Castle.

The field of psychic phenomena commands respect in this day and age. No one

would treat Allison as a freak.

She has been given a very, a very special gift.

Where is she?

She said she was going to talk to my son.

Find her right away.

Three sixes?

Johnny wins with three sixes.

New deal coming up, gentlemen.

All right, here we go.

Nine.

King. King bets.

King bets.

$2 ,000.

Call $2 ,000.

Another nine on a pair.

and a possible clutch.

Lines red, 10 ,000.

Call.

Another 9 and 3, 9.

10 of hearts and a very possible clutch.

$75 ,000.

I call you $75 ,000.

And I'll raise you $100 ,000.

That's my poke, Johnny. I'm fresh out of money.

I'm sorry, Mr. Hawley, but you know the rules.

You've got 30 minutes to call the bet.

Otherwise, you lose by default.

No way I can raise it.

30 minutes, Mr. Hawley.

I'd like to speak to you.

Private.

Why not?

Dad, you can't do that.

I do.

That's what I like.

A man of unwavering principle.

He's desperate, Johnny.

He's trying to protect my investment.

You backed your father?

I borrowed against my dress shop.

If he breaks, I'm out of business.

Victor Holly was broke?

I told you.

His age, his concentration.

You know, the hell of it is, I don't even know if I should believe you.

I mean, maybe this is all part of the game plan.

The pretty little girl evoking sympathy.

As of right now, Johnny, me and you are part in company.

I'm backing Holly.

You sure you're riding with a winner?

The odds against you having that royal flush are next to impossible.

649 ,740 to one, to be exact.

I'm calling in my loan, kid.

You owe me 300 grand.

If that's the way you want it.

The ball was in my court when we adjourned.

So there's your 100 ,000.

That's right. Here we go.

Seven and no help.

A check of hearts on our very, very possible royal flush.

I call your hundred.

And let's keep it friendly.

I'll raise you another hundred.

And Johnny's the winner.

Exactly like that horse Adam was riding, that... This is impossible.

It looks just like the place where Adam was killed.

Does it?

Listen, I... It's all right. I was just saying goodbye to him.

And he's gone?

He feels you understand now why he has to go.

He's not unhappy anymore.

I'm not sure I do understand everything.

But it's true. I don't feel so unhappy inside him.

You see?

That's why I can go.

You shouldn't feel sad.

It's really very nice where they go.

Mrs. Weston, thank you so much for coming.

I'm glad you asked.

I had to say goodbye.

How can I ever thank you?

The smile on your face is more than enough.

When I think of how simple the solution to my problem was, all I had to do was

release Adam.

Ah, but releasing those we dearly love is never that easy, Mrs. Weston.

Oh, well.

Let me show you the reason I asked you to stop by.

Oh, my photographs. Thank you.

Perhaps you should examine them.

What?

Allison, she's... She's gone.

Faded out of them.

How? Maybe it's because she no longer needs to be there, Mrs. West.

No, she doesn't. Not anymore.

I tried to call you on the phone, but... I guess I didn't feel much like

talking.

Funny thing about that tournament.

Winning it meant everything.

And now... Well, at least one good thing came out of it.

My father promised to give up gambling permanently.

What about you?

I mean, you've given up your whole business.

What are you going to do?

I'm not sure.

Well, I might have a solution.

I'm listening.

You know, I have more than enough cash to pay off your loan.

Suppose you continue to manage your shop for the new owner.

And?

And lost.

Maybe think about someday marrying the boss.

It's not a bad solution.

Not bad at all.

Good luck to you.

Mr. Harley.

Mr. Harley, it's been a great pleasure.

Oh, by the way, Tattoo, how goes your hypnotism lesson?

Oh, boss, I'm going to start all over again.

Oh?

But this time on a smaller scale.

Watch this.

Well, Chester.

Now watch the watch.

Now relax.

That's a good boy.

Just relax.

Now, at the count of three.

You will turn around and go back to the house.

One, two, three.