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The two are something that matters.

My cousin Hugo.

He's in the hospital.

Oh, that's terrible. What's wrong?

His girlfriend.

When she found out he was married, she threw him over.

But why would his girlfriend throwing him over put him in the hospital?

Because she threw him over a cliff.

Smile, everyone.

Smile.

Who

is she,

boss? Sister Mary Teresa.

You mean she's a nun?

But how come she's dressed like that?

Because for this weekend, she wants to be just Mary Hoyt, the woman she was

before she entered the convent and became a sister almost seven years ago.

She does not want to be a nun anymore?

Even she is not sure of the truth.

Ever since her best friend, also a nun, died last month at the age of 35.

Sister Mary Teresa is wondering if she was ever meant to be a nun at all.

And now next week, she's supposed to take her final vows.

Vows that will last a lifetime.

But, but, how can we help her?

By helping her make her choice very clear.

You see, several years ago she met a young man. A young man who doesn't even

remember her.

But there was something special about him, something that if there were ever a

man she could love, be a wife to, he could be that man.

Can you do that, boss?

Can you bring that man here?

He's already on the island, the two.

They will meet this weekend, and Sister Mary Teresa will have to make a

decision.

Him or the church.

Mr. Felix Birdsong, a certified public accountant all the way from Waukegan,

Illinois.

What's his fantasy, boss?

Oh, one shared by millions of red -blooded men throughout the world, too.

Mr. Birdsong, an avid movie fan all his life, wishes to become casting director

for a major motion picture.

You mean with all this beautiful salad, dressing after him to get the pass?

Oh, much more than that, my friend.

What do you mean, boss?

Well, you see, the name of the movie Mr. Birdsong is casting is The Most

Beautiful Girl in the World.

It will be his responsibility to decide which of the gorgeous 20 finalists

already assembled here best befits the title.

Do you think he needs an assistant?

Oh, I know her.

It's Miss Cardwood, the famous news lady on TV.

That's right.

Is she here for the big award show?

Well, that's what Miss Garwood would like the world to believe. In fact, it's

already been announced she's won the most prestigious honor.

But there is something else.

There most certainly is the truth.

You see, Miss Garwood won her award for an expose of satanic cults called the

Black Mass.

Since that program was aired a year ago, three men very close to her have all

died in tragic accidents.

And she blames herself.

You mean she's a jinx?

Cursed is the word a high priest of the cult used against her.

But what?

If this has something to do with the paranormal, how can we help her?

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

Welcome to Fantasy Isle.

Vista? Oh, I mean Miss Hoyt. I hope you're enjoying yourself.

Yes, I am. Thank you. Oh, I'm very glad. I must admit, I never expected to find

a shrine of St. Teresa here.

On Fantasy Island, many things are unexpected.

I'm beginning to believe that.

You see, in a way, it's only fitting that she be here now.

Oh?

When I was a little girl, I read Teresa's autobiography.

I think it was that more than anything else that made me want to be a nun.

Really?

Yes. She was only 16 when she entered the convent.

She was very frail, so she knew she'd never be able to do things like Joan of

Arc or build churches.

So instead, she offered herself to the baby Jesus as his plaything.

Not an expensive toy that children would be afraid to play with, but something

of no value, like a toy ball.

Something to throw to the ground or kick with his foot or leave in the corner

and forget.

Or a press to his heart.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to go on.

You must have come here to talk about my fantasy.

That is, if it's really possible.

Oh, it's more than possible.

The young man you wrote me about is already on the island.

You'll meet him before the weekend is up. That's amazing.

I wasn't even able to tell you his last name.

Well, when you told me his first name was Colin, and he had done veterinary

at the convent farm, it wasn't too difficult to trace him.

Oh, you must be interested to know that he's become quite noted in his field.

Zoos and animal preserves from all over the world call on him as a consultant.

That's wonderful.

Yes.

Does he know about me?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no. It's just as you asked.

He has no idea he's involved in a fantasy.

What? Did I say something funny?

No, it's not you. It's just what you must think of me.

Well, the people who told me about you said you're a good man.

So I'd at least like for you to know why I questioned my vocation after so long.

That's not necessary.

You see, I wanted to be just like Teresa.

Just to be a plaything for the child Jesus.

Something he could use or leave alone.

But he never did.

Not in seven years was I able to accomplish anything for him.

Don't you see, after that long of not being used, you begin to wonder if God

really wanted you there at all.

And if maybe it isn't time to start a new life.

Ah, Mr. Birdsong.

Are you enjoying yourself?

Oh, I sure am. I've never seen so many pretty girls in all my life.

When does my fantasy begin?

But your fantasy has already begun.

All these lovely young ladies are finalists for the starring role in the

They were selected from over 1 ,000 candidates from all over the world.

If you need an assistant, I will be very pleased to do so.

Ah, Mr. Sid Gordon, your producer, and his assistant, Miss Jean Arden. May I

introduce... You don't have to tell me. This is my new casting director, Barney

Birdsong. Oh, a Felix.

The name is Felix Birdsong.

Of course it is.

Uh, I'm sorry, I didn't get your name.

Jean, Jean Orton. Jean's my exec secretary.

Consider her on loan to you whenever needed.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Gordon.

Did you know I've seen every picture you ever produced?

Good boy.

Oh, here comes one of our potential backers.

Uh, Mr. Felix Birdsong, allow me to present Mr.

Hammerhead Harris.

Mr. Harris was wrestling champion of the world.

I got me a bundle that may be in the best in this here moving picture.

Mr. Birdsong is the casting director I told you about. The new breed of casting

director. Not Hollywood jaded, but fresh from the heartland of America.

You folks won't mind if I borrow Felix for a few minutes? Some more of my

financial angels I want him to meet.

Oh, uh, gents, I'd like you to meet my new casting director.

Felix, this is she, Camilla B.

And Big Billy Tidwell.

If you prove to be good at this, perhaps we can do some business later.

I'm thinking of restocking my harem.

Oh, really?

Well, sure.

Ladies and gents, your attention, please.

I'm proud to announce that Sid Gordon, that's me,

Pulled off with that diogenes dude couldn't, I found me an honest man.

And I now would like to present him to you, my new casting director.

The man who's going to be choosing the most beautiful girl in the world, Felix

Bertsoff.

In the unity of unholy fellowship, we praise and honor first Lucifer and

Beelzebub, prince of earth and angel of destruction.

We call thy dreadful minions for the fulfillment of our desires and

of our enemies.

Leviathan, chief of revelation, Asmodeus, demon of blood, and of all the

and inimitable hosts of hell, by whom the...

The celebrants of this black mass openly worship Satan, whom they consider to be

the real ruler of this world.

Like children, they ask the devil to bless their self -indulgent women and to

destroy their enemies.

Why they would accept the power and promises of one who's already been known

the Prince of Liars is beyond me, and who, if all the ancient writings are to

believed, has always been most merciless to those who serve him most faithfully.

This is Jane Garwood, Lucifer Temple, San Francisco, California.

It's very interesting.

But very scary.

After the program was aired, the high priest was arrested and later convicted

fraud. One night he phoned me, ranted like a maniac, said I'd slandered them

their God and that I'd pay for it.

I laughed at him until... This was the first gentleman to suffer

harm? Yes, Jim.

Jim Cowell.

We'd just gotten engaged two weeks before the program.

The police said he'd jumped from his hotel window.

Then, three months later, Paul Kendall, my producer, he was killed.

His car went off the Big Sur Bridge.

We never even found his body.

I loved him, too, like my own brother.

He discovered me a couple of years ago when I was just an ambitious secretary

the newsroom.

I see.

Bert Wynn.

He drowned four months ago while scuba diving.

I was willing to believe the first two were accidents.

And I was beginning to like him seriously when...

Now, what's the use of talking about all of this? I'm a jinx. Everyone's been

calling me that, and that's what I am.

Please, Miss Garwood, I can't allow you to judge yourself so harshly.

How much more proof do you need?

Three men are dead because of me.

Everyone I love or touch gets killed.

There are many things we cannot understand.

If there is some force of evil plaguing you, then to stop it, we must draw it

out.

But how?

With a proper bait.

There is a man here on the island who, starting this afternoon, will act as

suitor. You see, he'll take you dancing, riding on moonlight strolls. All you

have to do is pretend to fall in love with him.

But he would be placing himself in great danger.

Your fantasy was to find out if you are a jinx. I know of no other way.

Who is this man?

I.

Oh, no, Mr. Rourke. I can't allow you to do that.

Allow me?

Miss Gargo, this is Fantasy Island, my island. And here I do what I think is

best. If you are ever to be rid of this curse, we must do this.

Trust me.

We give evil its greatest power through our belief in it.

All right.

Now, I suggest you go to your bungalow and unpack.

You'll stop and see the preparations for the award ceremonies, and then I think

it might be a nice day for a ride.

Thank you.

Not at all.

Oh, I'm scared.

You're setting yourself up to get killed.

Oh, that too.

Don't tell me you believe in the curse, too.

I try not to, but what if something happens to you?

What will I do without you?

I appreciate the concern, my friend.

I'll do my best to avoid undue danger.

Somebody can brief me later on the order of events, okay? I'm going horseback

riding.

Mr. Rourke said he'd show me the island.

See that?

New boyfriend already.

One more death, my TV ratings will go right through the roof again.

Oh, no, not that way, please. Why not?

Every place has its dark secrets, and Fantasy Island is no exception.

Many, many years ago, some of the ancient tribes practiced witchcraft,

even human sacrifice in that clearing.

Come. There are much more charming places on the island to show you.

You are undoubtedly the most comforting man I've ever known.

And I might add, if you like, handsome, charming. And you are undoubtedly, I'm

afraid, Miss Galwood, a woman very gifted in the use of kind adjectives.

Oh, yes.

Oh, look.

Oh, he's beautiful.

And he's so tame.

Perhaps because he knows what you should.

On Fantasy Island, you have nothing to fear, Miss Galwood.

Nothing.

This will be your office.

Wow.

It's kind of different, isn't it?

Well, casting directors aren't so subtle nowadays.

Besides, any starlet knows how the game is played.

Really?

Listen, maybe you ought to tell me... Well, you know, give me a few pointers,

huh? Honey, all you have to remember is that you're the casting director with

the power to make or break careers.

Yeah, I guess that's right.

You know, back home in Waukegan, I go to at least five movies every week,

sometimes twice in one day.

I can give anything to be in showbiz.

Say, tell me about some of the stars you've worked with. You know, the real

inside stuff.

Mr. Birdsong, Felix, for this weekend, you are in showbiz. Now, why don't you

get yourself organized, and I'll start funneling in the candidates, okay?

You guys, come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Oh, my gosh.

Don't be afraid.

She won't harm you.

She's just being very rude.

I mean, obviously, what she wanted was your popcorn.

Naughty girl.

Aren't you ashamed of yourself?

At least eat it over here.

Come on.

I'm very sorry. Come on. You stay here now. You stay here.

Good girl.

I'm sorry she frightened you, but she just seemed to get away from me. She

wouldn't have harmed you, though.

Do you often take walks with gorillas?

Orangutan.

Gertrude's an orangutan. It's a big difference.

And her name wasn't always Gertrude. I renamed her after an old great aunt of

mine.

I see.

And the hat, did that come from your great -aunt, too? Oh, no, no.

I bought that for her. See, I'm a vet.

Veterinarian. And I sort of specialize in exotic animals.

Gertrude belonged to a zoo in Zurich.

Only after she lost her baby, she wouldn't eat. For a whole month. I mean,

was just pining away.

They were afraid she was going to die when they sent for me to see if I could

help her. And, well,

she's been with me ever since.

I bought her the hat because I thought it would make her feel better about

herself. Now she's got a whole trunk full of them.

And do they make her feel better?

Oh, yeah.

She's back to her normal weight.

And you ought to see her in front of a mirror.

She thinks she's the hottest number since Marilyn Monroe.

How about dinner tonight?

Oh, well, um... Of course, if you're here with someone else, it's... No, I'm

alone.

Well, then it's only fair. I mean, Gertrude did eat your popcorn.

And I understand they have a wonderful luau here.

I could call for you at your bungalow.

I don't know. I'll leave my friend home.

I'll pick you up at 7 .30.

Okay. I'm in the Hibiscus bungalow.

Hibiscus. Okay, I'll see you then.

Okay.

Come on, Gertrude.

We've got to get home and get washed up.

I'm sorry.

I don't even know your name.

Oh, I'm Mary.

Mary Hoyt. Hi, Mary. I'm Colin. Colin MacArthur.

Come on.

I know.

Miss Bobby Joe Crandall.

Why, you look exactly like I expected, Mr. Bird Whistle.

Uh, song.

Bird song.

Oh. Oh, I do apologize.

Mispronouncing your name like that.

I hope you won't hold it against me.

No, not at all.

Uh, well, won't you have a seat, please?

Where?

Please take my seat. Here.

There you go.

Okay.

Okay.

Uh, name?

We already know that.

I'm Bobby Joe.

Oh, sure you are.

Right. Uh, hometown?

Little Rock, Arkansas.

Born and bred.

Uh, talents?

I know I was raised in the lap of luxury.

I know I attended all the best schools and was voted debutante of the year.

But that was all in the past.

I'm simply not qualified to reign as the most beautiful girl in the world.

Harold?

That'll do, nicely.

Thank you, thank you, Lisa.

Pretty bad, huh?

I was never very good at cold readings.

Improvisation's what I do best.

Oh, fine. Well, why don't you improvise something, then? Okay.

Um... I'll improvise the seduction of a Hollywood casting director.

Huh?

Felix, darling.

You are the only man in my humdrum life.

And I can't wait.

Now, Felix.

Now is the time.

And this...

It's the plague.

Operation North Hammer is designed to test NATO reaction time to a surprise

attack on the vulnerable European North flank.

This is Henry Carlson with the NATO forces in West Baden, Germany.

Okay, then Henry accepts the commendation for the news team and then

casino. Jane wins the golden mic. And Jane, will you please keep your

speech down to 45 minutes? That goes for the rest of you, too.

Would a simple thank you be enough?

Wonderful. It will win our astonishment and our undying gratitude.

Can we get out of here?

Isn't this important to you?

Not as much as I thought it would be. Jane, I need your signature on this.

take a second.

Sorry. That's all right.

Look out!

Oh, no, it's happening to you. The curse.

Nothing is happening to me, Miss Godwood. It was nothing but a...

A clumsy accident, that's all.

Mr. Rourke?

You're a very lucky man.

You were nearly number four.

and the swampy forests of Borneo and Sumatra, where the orangutans come from,

disappearing. I mean, if something isn't done in 20 years, rangs will come

extinct.

Aren't you the lucky one?

Yeah, I certainly am.

Are you glad you came?

But I almost changed my mind.

I was afraid that when you got back to your bungalow, you'd figure out that I

sent Gertrude over to pester you.

Oh, no.

Why did you do that?

Because you're a very pretty lady, and I thought it would be a good way to meet

you.

Is that surprising?

You're blushing.

You know, I can't figure you out.

All night long, I'm trying to find out about you, and you always manage to turn

the conversation around to where I'm talking about my animals.

How am I going to find out who you are, mystery lady?

Is that so important now?

Please, can I have your attention?

You have been watching a beautiful lady dance for you.

And now comes the highlight of our show.

When they will teach you the fantasy island dance.

to the three lucky men who received the flower lace in the last dance.

Please, a round of applause.

I don't think she's going to take no for an answer. I'll teach you. Come on.

Now, gentlemen, line up, please, and do as the girls do.

Music, please.

Oh, we're going to a hooky lot.

Hooky, hooky, hooky, hooky, hooky, hooky loud.

Everybody loves the hooky loud.

Well, the lau lau is a cow cow at the hooky loud.

Oh, we throw our nets out into the sea.

And all the umma umma come a -swimming to me.

Oh, we're going to a hooky loud.

Hooky, hooky, hooky, hooky, hooky loud.

I'd like to see you again.

Tomorrow morning I've got some things to do, but I thought maybe in the

afternoon we could, you know, have a picnic or something.

I'd like that very much.

You know, it's funny. I came to this island to work. I mean, everybody else

comes here. It's a fantasy.

And suddenly I walk right into it.

And I'll see you tomorrow.

Good evening, Tattoo.

Good evening, boss.

Still up?

Yes, I didn't feel much like sleeping.

Oh.

Besides, I want to make sure that you got a home, okay?

Your concern is deeply appreciated.

That's enough, my friend.

One of the deadliest snakes in the world.

Boss, it's a black mask I'm borrowing.

Boss, it was meant to kill you.

Do you know who it was?

Whoever it was seems to know the island as well as we do.

You know, it's really going to be tough.

What, choosing the most beautiful girl in the world?

Yeah.

You know, if it was back in the 30s, I'd probably pick Madeline Carroll.

Now, there was a real beauty.

You're really taking all this seriously, aren't you?

Well, of course. It's a big responsibility.

Well, that's how they all start out, eager and naive.

What's wrong with that?

Nothing, but it never lasts.

Morning.

Good morning, Katu.

What's the champagne for breakfast?

We didn't order any champagne.

Compliment of the three gentlemen over there.

Uh -huh. It begins with champagne and ends with a brown paper bag full of

Are you implying that I'd sell out?

Don't be ridiculous.

Well, fact, Hammerhead Harris is sponsoring Miss Little Rock.

Fact, Big Billy Tidwell is sponsoring Miss Brooklyn.

And fact, Sheik Habib over there is sponsoring Miss Can -Can, Gigi.

Now, does that tell you anything?

I won't be bought.

Oh, good morning, doll.

All set for the big event? Not quite, Mr. Rat.

You're using him, aren't you?

Using who? What are you talking about?

That nice, sweet, naive Felix Bird song. You've set him up as a patsy.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Sid, I just came from your office where I went through your personal files and

your personal set of books.

Now you've oversold a picture, Sid.

50 % to Big Billy Tidwell, 50 % to the oil sheik.

And as far as I can figure out, about 120 % to that moron Hammerhead Harris.

And you promised each and every one of them that their girl would be the star.

All right, hey, so get a little show at Birdsong.

So what?

Sid, this is no small potato deal.

Felix could get hurt or worse.

Listen, Doc, how would you like a nice boost in salary and a new title?

As of right now, you're raised 100 bucks a week and you're associate producer on

the film.

Aren't I wonderful?

I should have made it 200 bucks.

talk to you for a second?

Of course, Tatu. Come on in.

Here.

What's this for?

It's for you.

If you leave the island.

I sold everything I had.

My car, my horse.

Forget that. If you need more, not much more.

I try.

Tattoo, why?

Miss Cardwood, do you know what a cobra is?

It's a very deadly snake.

It can kill in seconds.

Somebody put one and this in the desk of my boss last night.

Oh.

Oh, no.

Miss Cardwood, before it's too late, leave.

Don't let him get hurt.

You love him too, don't you, Tatu?

Yes, I do.

Before I met Mr. Rock, I was nobody in the world.

People used to laugh at me.

Nobody took me seriously.

And when I met him, I knew that he loved me more than anyone did.

He's my friend.

I love him.

I would die for him.

Tattoo?

Would you care to tell me why you're here?

He told me what happened last night.

Oh, I see.

I think you had better leave us now, my friend.

Boss, you're not mad at me, are you?

Don't blame him.

He loves you so much.

And if anything happened to you, I'd feel the same way.

No, Tattoo is right.

I've got to leave the island before this curse kills you too.

Nonsense.

There was nothing supernatural about that snake.

Or whoever tried to run me down.

You have a choice.

You can run and let this person follow you and harass you.

Or you can trust me.

Let me try to put an end to it here.

It's not much further.

We'd better be a little careful from here on. She might be a little testy

her cubs.

It's all right, girl.

It's all right.

Oh, she's beautiful.

Did Mr. Rourke raise her?

Her and three others.

She's a white wolf.

An old Indian chief gave them to him to preserve.

Once, they roamed the plain states by the thousands.

Now these and a handful of others are all that are left.

Come on, you're going to be all right, girl.

This may be the last time you see me.

Do you mind if I show you brood to a friend, huh?

Come here.

What was wrong with her? She had a bad infection. They thought she was going to

die.

It's just that someone recently died that was very close to me.

I don't know. I was thinking how wonderful it must be to be able to give

back.

Well, sometimes nothing does any good.

But at least with your animals, you had the skill to try.

And when you're through, you can feel like you've done something.

The person who died must have been very...

Special to you for you to care so much.

I think I know how you feel.

Someone very close to me died recently also.

A nun in New Mexico.

She was maybe the finest person I ever knew in my whole life.

It's only I think she would have liked you.

Carmen, hold me, please.

You know, it's crazy.

I don't know who you are or where you're from.

If I didn't know better, I'd say I'm falling in love with you.

Thank you, Miss Dalton. You're an excellent dancer.

Oh, thank you.

I also do tap, ballet.

I remember that.

I'll see you later at the big event.

Oh, good.

Bye -bye. Thank you. Bye.

Well, there goes the last candidate.

Now the real work begins.

Deciding on a winner.

Just think, Jean. In my hands, I hold the futures of 20 girls who want to be

stars like Norma Shearer, Betty Davis, Greta Garbo, Hepburn, Colbert. Stop it.

Stop being such an ethical, genuine, 24 -carat pigeon.

Pigeon? What do you mean?

Sid Gordon.

He's using you, Felix.

He's oversold the picture and he's promised the part to three different

Unless I miss my guess, he's not even going to make this picture.

You mean the whole thing is a fake? A sham?

But how could Mr. Gordon do such a thing? I mean, he's one of the great

producers of our time.

Did you see Blossoms in the Snow? One of the most sensitive pictures I ever saw.

Now, he produced that.

Oh, Felix, that was a long time ago.

He's made a dozen flops since then, and half of those are con jobs where he

swindled people out of money.

But he's one of the best.

I just don't see how Mr. Gordon could do such a thing.

Making movies is a public trust.

Miss Hoyt, I thought I might find you here. Is everything okay?

Well, there have been several urgent cables from the convict.

Is something wrong?

No, no, it's just that Mother Superior has said she must know in the next 24

hours whether or not you will take your final vows.

Yes, my leave of absence will be over tomorrow.

Yes.

I guess there are a lot of decisions I have to make.

Colin has asked me to marry him.

I was just admiring your antiques.

What can I do for you, Mr. Marshall? Oh, I think the point is, what can I do for

you? I beg your pardon?

I believe you know that you and your girlfriend are the talk of the island.

You mean Miss Garwood?

You come off it, Rourke.

I came here to warn you.

This curse business is nonsense. It's her. She's the killer.

I see.

You don't believe me.

Why do you dislike her so intensely, Mr. Marsh?

Mr. Rourke, this is Paul Kendall.

He was my friend.

We came up in the business together. He was her producer.

He was a fine newsman till he met her.

And suddenly all he cared about was her career.

So he created her.

And then he died.

And you really believe she killed... Three men to further her career.

When she picks up that award this evening, she'll be the biggest thing on

television. People have killed for less than that.

I see.

Well, unfortunately, there is a very large flaw in your theory, Mr. Marsh.

see, Miss Garwood is determined to retire.

Oh, it's true.

The press release was distributed an hour ago.

The award ceremony will be her last appearance ever on television.

Now, will you excuse me? Of course I'll excuse you.

I just hope your judgment is not so clouded that you've fallen in love with

It's an attraction that's proved fatal for three men already.

Yeah, too.

Whatever happened to honesty is the best policy?

And a man's word is his bond?

Beats me.

You want to know something?

I'm never ever going to go to another movie as long as I live.

I'm even going to give up popcorn.

Oh, Mr. Belson.

No, no, I made up my mind.

You see...

All my life I wanted to be in show business.

All that glamour and everything.

I wouldn't be in it now if Faye Dunaway walked in here and got down on her knees

and begged me.

Mr. Bergson, I know how you feel.

But how would you like to get even with Mr. Gordon?

Oh, tattoo, I'd give anything.

Including a 1934 copy of photo play in mint condition.

I've got an idea.

But we've got to hurry.

The selection for the most beautiful girl in the world starts in a few

Let's go.

Can we stop off and pick up my best friend Jean?

Of course. Come on.

will remain safely while on this island.

But I'm in no danger. You are. I don't think so. Not anymore.

You see, I am persuaded your television career, your image, is somehow the key

to this curse, to everything that's happened.

And if I am right, I've already set the trap with you as the bait.

Whoever is behind this alleged curse will now come to this bungalow looking

you. How do you know that?

The three men who died.

Each was an impediment to your career. Think about it.

With your announcement today of your retirement, you will be the one final

impediment.

Please get in.

My private 747, the flying carpet, is en route here.

After Mademoiselle Gigi is named the winner, I invite you all to a party at

Sahara Desert Oasis.

Afternoon, Mr. Gordon.

Everything under control?

Quiet.

He's in the bag.

How do you feel?

Sober as a judge. Which you're about to become, much to the surprise of Mr.

Gordon, whose tattoo's going to be the announcement.

Thank

you.

Welcome. This afternoon, one lucky girl will be chosen to star in a picture, the

most beautiful girl in the world.

The man who is going to choose the lucky winner is Mr. Bertrand.

Come on, please.

Thank

you

for your generous welcome.

Choosing the most beautiful girl in the world hasn't been easy.

They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and I believe that.

And with that thought in mind, I have made my final decision.

Today's winner, the girl who is going to win $25 ,000 from Mr.

Sid Gorton and his backers, And who will star in the film, the most beautiful

girl in the world, is number one through number 20. I

say all the girls are winners. And all of them get the prize money.

20 winning.

At 25 grand a piece, that cost me $500

,000.

That looks hot in here. Before I grab a breath of fresh air, we wish to grab

something also.

A scurvy infidel by the throat.

We've got unfinished business.

How'd I do?

Insatiable. Not even Sid Garden can squirm his way out of this one.

I've been looking for you everywhere. We were supposed to meet two hours ago.

I'm sorry.

I had a lot of thinking to do.

About us?

Colin, last night you asked me who I am.

Where I'm from and why I came to Fantasy Island.

Mm -hmm.

I came here for you.

For me?

We've never even met.

Yes, we have. We just don't remember.

It was more than four years ago.

You came out to the farm to take care of our animals.

And Sister Margaret introduced you to all of us. And you told some really

stories. And you made us laugh.

And you were so gentle with the animals.

You were a nun.

I still am.

Until tomorrow.

That's when I have to decide whether or not to take my final vows.

And?

There's nothing for me there anymore.

Can you be so sure?

When I first entered the convent, I wanted to be just like St. Teresa.

The toy ball.

Well, you know the story.

Of course you would if you knew Sister Margaret.

Well, anyway, it just didn't work out for me.

The baby Jesus never used me.

In all those years, I was left untouched.

Even when Sister Margaret was dying of cancer, and she was only 35.

Couldn't he have even heard me then?

Your sister Mary Teresa?

Yeah, that was my name.

I'm sorry. I don't mean to go on.

It's just that it's important to me that you know who I am.

Or was.

I'm not bitter. I realize now that God has something else in mind for me.

Maybe maybe in you.

Do you love me?

I know I can.

I know you're a good man, and I feel inside that I could be a good wife to

And I'll try. I'll try real hard, just like I did for the toy ball.

I feel so foolish.

So alone.

Don't.

I'll be at the bridge tomorrow, if you want to see me.

And if you don't, I'll understand.

cemetery, Mr. Rourke.

I don't like this tattoo. Something is wrong.

What's happening?

Nothing. That's just it.

It's perfectly quiet.

I was certain the announcement of Miss Garwood's retirement would force him to

make a move. In who?

The one responsible for the curse.

And if I'm not mistaken, someone who's come onto our island uninvited.

Come, we'd better make a phone call. I want to make sure Miss Garwood is safe.

Yes? Miss Garwood?

Oh, it's you. You had me worried. Is everything all right?

Yes, perfectly.

What about you?

Oh, it's been absolutely quiet.

As a matter of fact, I'm getting so bored that I don't think that...

What

happened?

I don't know.

Where are we going?

You are staying here, my friend. Out of danger.

I'm playing a hunch, which had better be right.

In the unity of unholy fellowship, we praise and honor first Lucifer and

Beelzebub, prince of earth, angel of destruction.

We call thy dreadful minions the fulfillment of our desires and the

of our enemies.

Hail to thee, black prince, from the grotto whose charge we bear.

Hail to thee and to thy fathers within whose fame thou laughs in screams, in

terror, and in merriment, in fear, and in ecstasy, in loneliness and in anger

upon the whim of thy will.

Hail, prince of the abyss. In thy name let us behold the father.

Let the old one who reigneth upon the world of horrors come and speak with us,

for we would again strengthen the bond that liveth within the dark angels.

Hail, father of the world of horrors.

Hail, father of the hornless ones.

Hail, ram of the sun and the deathless one who sleepeth not while thy horror

thy name and thy bond liveth.

I am that I am through the dark angels that I speak and the hornless ones.

And I pledge unto you the bonds of the demons through whose will this world has

come to be.

And to speak the bond of the nine dark angels.

Hail, father and lord of the dark angels.

Master of the universe from whom we receive all strength.

You see.

Nothing supernatural.

Only a man in a black robe.

Human hands holding a snake.

Dangerous. Deadly.

But hardly spiritual.

Prince of the Abyss, in thy name let us behold the Father.

Let the Old One who reigneth down the world of horrors come and speak with us.

Let us see you.

The man who arranged the black mass.

The one man whose body was never found.

No one can save him now.

I can't believe it.

Why would Paul Kendall want to kill me?

Because he created you.

He created your television image.

So any threat to that image had to be destroyed.

Don't you see? Your fiancée, myself.

But he feared being caught.

So he staged his own death.

But if he tried to kill me, wouldn't he be killing that precious image too?

You had already done that today when you announced your retirement.

At least you guys are still with me.

I thought I'd buy

Gertrude a bag of her own today.

Here, Gertrude.

I didn't come to marry you, Mary.

I... I don't think I could stand the competition.

What do you mean?

Well, just about people and emotion.

The way things happen, like people we love dying and how it turns your whole

head around and confuses you.

But I'm not confused.

Sister Margaret was a saint.

Yes, but you said you were never used.

That in all the years in the convent, you did no good.

That's right. It's true.

Is it?

You know, when I got back from Tanzania, among all the mail waiting for me was a

letter from Sister Margaret.

She must have written it just a few days before she died.

I'd like you to hear part of it.

The pain gets worse every day now.

Outside I can hear the children playing and I want to cry to be with them.

I know I'm being tested now.

The pain, the pain.

And every day I thank God for Sister Mary Teresa.

I would have gone mad by now if not for her.

Denounced my life, my vows, my God.

But she's always there.

Like the original Teresa.

Always kind and sweet and taking care of me.

The other sisters tell me she's held the whole school together just by being

herself.

A simple devotion.

No great cathedrals or hospitals or anything can match the

greatest gift which she gives us all.

The love and goodness.

May I please have my ball back?

Time to throw it back, sister.

They need to use it.

Thank you.

Oh, Miss Dowd, I'm sorry. Happy you won, dear one.

Oh, thank you, Tattoo.

I just wanted to stop and say goodbye.

I'm glad you did.

Have you decided what you will do now?

No, but I'm going to take a leave and think about it.

I see.

I suppose it's safe now if anyone wants to care for me.

Care for you?

The Spaniards have a proverb.

Well, actually, they have a proverb to fit any situation, but this one says...

That you can want a woman for her body, but you can only love her for her

character.

I think many men will want to love you, Miss Garwood.

Thank you, gentlemen, for a wonderful experience.

You are most welcome, Miss Hardin. And what about you, Mr. Birdsong? Was the

fantasy worth it?

You know, I was just wondering the same thing until a few minutes ago.

What happened?

Well, I called my brother who runs the accounting department in Monument

Pictures.

And? Well, he offered me a full -time job working in the accounting

Don't you see, Mr. Rourke?

As of tomorrow morning, I really will be in showbiz.

Oh, congratulations, Mr. Birdsong.

Thank you so much.

Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye, Mr. Hardin.

Well, sister, I see you've made your decision.

I hope we were of some assistance.

Yes, Mr. Vore, more than you'll ever know.

I realize now that I've been living my real fantasy all along.

Thank you very much.

You're very welcome, sister.

Goodbye.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Oh, Tattoo, the money you tried to give Miss Garwood, she returned it to me. I

don't care. None of that stole my horse and my car.

Well, as a matter of fact, I bought them back.

Boss, I want to thank you very much. Yes, the gentleman insisted on $1 ,200.

$1 ,200?

Yes.

But you only gave me $1 ,000.

It seems he has a rule. He buys low and sells high.

Boss, I'm sorry.

Every time I try to do something, I cost you money.

That's who I consider a dear, true friendship such as ours beyond any

Thank you, boss. Thank you very much.