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The plane!

The plane!

Handsome tattoo. Very handsome.

It's my new hobby.

Oh, that's nice.

There is a great deal of scenic beauty to be photographed on Fantasy Island.

I'm not into scenery, boss.

I'm mostly into people.

That's why that.

Hold that smile.

Your picture will be ready Thursday.

Come see me.

How much do you charge for your photographic services, tattoo?

Charge?

Boss. Why do you always have to be so mercenary?

Smiles everyone smile

Mr. Richard Delaney and his wife, Dora.

They look nice.

Why are they here?

Mrs. Delaney believes it's for a second honeymoon.

But there is more.

Oh, there is indeed a two. Mr. Delaney has a much more ambitious secret fantasy

he wants to accomplish.

Let me guess.

All right.

It's got something to do with beautiful women, right?

It so happens Mr. Delaney is a baseball fan, and his fantasy is one shared by

millions of others.

He wants to play on a major league team.

For one brief shining moment, Mr. Richard Delaney of Chicago, Illinois,

be a baseball superstar.

Superstar? He does not look strong enough to be a bad boy.

Martha and Walter Tate.

The Tates are disenchanted with today's permissive society.

The fantasy is one shared by a lot of people. They want to find a place where

morality has not broken down and the good, old -fashioned American values

prevail. That's not going to be easy.

Nor, I'm afraid, will it be quite what Mr.

and Mrs. State expect.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Honey, would you excuse me just for a second? I'll be right back.

Mr. Rourke?

Mr. Rourke?

Oh, yes.

Listen, I know you're very busy. I don't mean to interrupt you.

Mr. Delaney, you're not interrupting at all.

You want to know when your fantasy is going to begin, right?

Tommy.

Tommy, would you come here for a moment, please?

That's Tommy Lasorda, the manager of the Los Angeles Dodgers.

It is indeed. He's here with a group of all -stars who are getting ready for a

goodwill tour.

Tommy, this is the pitching prospect I've been telling you about.

Oh, sure.

Delano. Hey, glad to meet you.

It's Delaney. And it's certainly an honor to meet you, sir.

I'm just on my way down to the practice field.

But we're playing a game this afternoon.

Be glad to have you aboard.

Well, to tell you the truth, Mr.

Lasorda... Mr.

Delaney will be there, Tommy. And I think you're going to be very impressed

what you see.

I'm sure I will.

Thanks, Mr. Roark.

See you this afternoon, Delano.

It's Delaney.

That's really Tommy Lasorda.

Richard, who is that man you and Mr. Roark were talking to?

His name is Tommy.

He's a real nice guy. He just thought maybe we'd do a little fishing this

afternoon. You don't mind, do you? You said you wanted to go to the

hairdresser's. No, I don't mind.

You go ahead and have a good time.

I know how much you like your fishing.

Almost as much as you like your baseball.

You have asked to experience old -fashioned values. Well, before you

community set in the 1690s offering precisely that.

And that quaint white house across from the bookbinders is your home for the

weekend. It's lovely, Mr. Roark.

But I must give you a friendly word of caution, Mr. M. State.

In living the present to enter the past, you may be giving up more than you

anticipate and receiving something that you may not wish.

I don't think so, Mr. Roark.

But thank him for caring, though.

We're very great.

Thanks. Bye -bye.

Let us hope that their gratitude is not premature.

Come on, Walter. You look fine.

I don't know about that, but these shoes, they hurt my ankles.

I'm going to go back and get my sneakers.

Oh, no.

You'll get used to those buckle shoes. Now pull up your socks and put on your

hat. We don't want our new neighbors to think my husband is behind the times.

All right. All right.

Come on.

Help. Help me.

Help. Frithy, help me. What is it? Are you all right?

It was Ned. He threw me to the ground. The old man tried to kick me and then

off when he heard you coming.

No man has the right to treat any woman like that.

Where did he go?

There he is, but have a care. Ned is very strong.

Be thou to take Walter and Martha?

Yes, but how did you know?

Because thou art strangers and we have been expecting thee to be our new smith.

Smith?

Blacksmith, sir. We have been expecting thee to tend the town forge.

I used to run my grandfather's smithy.

During the summertime back on the farm.

Roark. How did Roark know that?

Roark? Oh, a friend of ours.

The best hurry, Mistress Proctor. Dr.

Whitfield will book no delay.

And all are expected.

All.

We're all expected to do what? Where? To the town square. Everyone must attend

under penalty of law.

Come.

Heads up out there.

Hey, that's Steve Garvey.

And over there is Fred Lynn of the Boston Red Sox.

Come on, Garvey, let's see you get a hold of one.

Coming your way, Freddy.

And George Brett.

From Canada City.

And his brother, Ken Brett.

Ken Brett, he won the All -Star Game a few years ago.

And Ellis Valentine.

He played in the All -Star Game last year.

Looks like an All -Star Game right now.

I mean, they're all here, just like you said they would be. I'm so glad you're

pleased. Oh.

You better suit up.

The clubhouse is over there.

Yeah, couldn't we just watch a little while longer?

But the game is going to stop in ten minutes.

Is something wrong, Mr. Delaney?

Yeah, actually, it's my wife, Dora. She's back at the hotel all alone, I

Maybe we better call this off for now.

Mr. Delaney, the fantasy you requested was to pitch against some of the great

players in baseball, wasn't it?

Yeah, I know it. It was.

Well? Well.

Mr. Rourke, I've wanted to be a professional baseball player all my

I mean, dreaming about it is one thing, but actually being here, holy cow.

They're going to laugh me off that mound after my first pitch.

It is said the saddest thing in the world is the loss of all the marvelous

and dreams that never came true because those who dreamed the dreams were afraid

of the laughter of others.

Here, let me give you something for good luck.

It said Sandy Koufax pitched his perfect game with this ball.

Have faith in yourself, Mr. Delaney.

Have faith in Fantasy Island.

Hey,

Delano. Come on, let's go. We got a uniform all waiting for you. Come on,

go, buddy.

Hey, the way I got it figured, We're going to open up with Catfish Hunter.

go with Ken Brett, the middle three. And if he runs out again, you're my man,

Delano. Fred Lynn, Steve Garvey, George Brett,

Ellis Valentine.

I think Mr. Delano is better off for him.

Sounds like everyone's having a good time.

No, no, good people. Enough merriment, enough merriment.

Bring forth old Pew.

The man is drunk.

I, Mr. Tate, is the third time this month.

Quiet, I pray thee, quiet, so that thou mayst hear the judgment rendered this

day. Who's he?

Dr. Whitfield, chief elder of our town.

Hezekiah Pugh.

Thou stand accused of shameful intoxication within the public square.

How say you?

All guilt.

Hezekiah Pugh.

For thy crime, thou shalt receive 30 lashes well laid on.

No, Nate.

I pledge thee never to drink again. Please have mercy.

Dirty lashes.

Walter, that's barbaric.

I can't believe they'll really do it. They'll probably just scare them and

them home.

The law must be upheld for the common good.

Whosoever shall break the law will surely be punished.

As newcomers, you must know that this is our way of life.

These good people are Martha and Walter Tate.

Pleased to meet you, Dr. Whitfield.

I bid thee welcome, and I admonish thee to cleave unto the law.

That man, Hezekiah Pugh, is it necessary to give him 30 lashes?

Hezekiah Pugh acted immorally. For this, he is punished.

Wilt thou come with me to my home? We shall study the scriptures together and

meditate upon the evils which abound in this land.

I thank thee most heartily, but I have chores to attend to.

Chores can wait. Thy soul cannot.

Doctor.

Sorry, but Charity is going to help us out this afternoon.

As ye wish, Mr. Spockter.

At my side, I could have done this girl great good.

Do not, again, meddle in my rightful affairs.

Thank thee. I had no taste for study this day.

We didn't help you avoid Dr. Whitfield without reason.

We would like you to show us around.

That I shall do with the lightest of hearts. Come.

Make a good friend.

I think we should keep close watch on our new neighbors.

Hello. Mitty, all right?

I live above your shop. I...

Pray that we shall be allowed to remain.

Of course you'll be able to remain.

I think we can all be very happy here.

I am pleased.

Doubly pleased that they also wish to buy my firewood.

It is how I earn my bread since my husband died last winter of the fever.

Husband? But you're only a child.

Nay, mistress, I was fully 13 when I wed.

I could have married two years earlier, but I stubbornly insisted on waiting

until I knew my own mind.

Dr. Whitfield wanted me to marry him, but I wouldn't have any man except

Proctor.

Come, let me show you your shop.

Imagine, a girl that age, already a widow.

That's right.

Now, let's have a look at Theodore Ford. Come on.

Well, it's been some time since this has been in use.

Once we sweep it up and let a little light in, it'll do just fine.

Walter, there's someone in here.

Methinks I know, Pumpkinhead.

Ethan!

Ethan Proctor, come out this instant!

Please, Mother, don't punish me with but a prank.

Oh, Charity, don't spank him. Boys will be boys. And he's a fine -looking boy.

But I must not be permissive. I must discipline him for frivolity.

Dr. Whitfield says it's lure to the devil's minions.

The best way to keep the devil away is by hard work.

Now, Ethan, are you going to help me reopen the forge here?

May I turn the fire, sir?

No, first we have to sweep up.

Charity, what is it?

The bell?

There has been a death.

It is the undertaker's cart.

It's old Pugue, the drunk.

He perished under the lash.

It is God's judgment on him for his sinful ways.

It wasn't the Almighty who used the whip.

That man was beaten to death.

The law must be upheld.

Or would you have had us be lenient with the breaker of the law?

I ask you again to come to my house for the sake of your soul.

I'll make prepare my evening meal.

Charity is eating with us.

Walter.

Dr. Whitfield frightens me.

his fifth inning of relief for Hunter.

And it's low for a ball.

Ellis Valentine is the batter.

Ken Brett is pitching extremely well since he came in for the second inning

relief.

How about a little hot fastball, Ken?

You'll be lucky to even see this pitch, Valentine.

Here's the pitch.

And Valentine hits a drive that's in left center field. It's going in for

extubation. All the way out to the 377 foot mark.

Having a good time, Couture?

Of course. He's missing a great game. Really?

He's 5 -4 in the ninth.

How's Mr. Delaney doing?

So far, so good.

He has not played yet.

Top of the ninth inning, and there is nobody out in this Fantasy Island All

-Star game.

And ball free on the batter, manager Tommy Lasorda is worried he may have...

think Blake is getting tired.

He has already pitched five shutout innings.

How do you feel, Ken?

Sorry, Tommy, I'm bushed. Well, I'm going to tell you something. You pitched

five great innings. I'm really proud of you.

Delano!

Delano!

Come on, get in here. Check that.

It's Delaney, number 37, coming into the ballgame.

Here you go, Delano. Sorry, no, thank you. I already have one.

Good luck, kid.

You're in a tough spot, kid.

You have the bases loaded, nobody out.

And three of the greatest hitters in the game coming up to the plate.

I know you can do it.

Take all the warm -up pitches you need.

No, I don't need any.

Hey, everybody warms up.

Well, not me. I just started to throw the ball.

He's ready.

Okay, let's play ball.

Delaney must face the heart of the batting order, George Brett of the

City Royals, Steve Garvey of the Los Angeles Dodgers, and Fred Lynn of the

Boston Red Sox.

What a spot for an unknown pitcher.

This is going to be a real test for Delaney, and he's not even taking any

-up pitches.

George Brett steps in. Here's the first pitch.

Strike one!

And he swings and misses for strike one.

still just warming up.

Nothing

wrong

with the ball, George.

Play ball!

What is that guy throwing?

One strike away from retiring the side.

in baseball.

I'm glad you're happy.

Happy? Are you kidding? This is my dream come true.

Thank you very much. Thanks, Dad.

Hey,

Delano!

Delano! Hey, you were all right out there.

It's Delaney.

Delaney. Richard C. Delaney.

Sure, Delaney.

I just hope I see your name on the back of a Dodger uniform this season.

What? That's where I'm going now, to make a long -distance phone call to see

I can get somebody from the front office.

to come down here and see you pitch tomorrow.

You can pitch tomorrow, can't you?

Oh, yeah, I guess so.

But, uh... Hey, I gotta go now. But promise me one thing.

Yeah? That you won't sign with anyone until you give us a chance to make an

offer. Oh, sure, Tommy. Fine.

I'll listen to anything you guys have to say.

Thank you. Gotta go now, kid. Okay.

Sutton?

John?

Raoul?

And Delaney.

All right.

Good night, Ethan. Good night, Mother.

Ethan should be asleep very soon.

Charity, Walter and I want you and Ethan to stay here until he's feeling better.

The quarters above the Smitty are just too drafty.

I thank thee for making us so welcome in thy home.

Ethan and I have not known such kindness of late.

Why? I should think everyone in town would like you.

I am a young widow and as such represent temptation to the married men.

Dr. Whitfield has asked me to wed him soon lest I corrupt the community and...

Oh, enough of this serious talk.

Come on, let's have some fun.

I haven't played one of these in years.

Yeah, this is just like a bicycle.

What is a bicycle?

Well, it's something you ride.

And once you learn how, you never forget.

Now stop talking and start dancing.

Come on.

Let's dance.

Come on.

See?

Around.

And around again.

What kind of blasphemy is this?

When darkness falls, all good men are in quiet meditation and prayer, lest the

forces of evil fall upon them.

Forces of evil?

We were just having some innocent fun.

Inflaming the passions of a young widow seems to give thee pleasure.

Master Weaver is right.

Thou hast been a loose woman too long for the good of this town.

Thou shalt marry me on the morrow.

Nay, I love thee not, therefore I shall marry thee not.

This is thy work, Master Tate. Thou hast turned her against the town and the

wisdom of the elders.

For that thou shalt be punished.

Take him.

Keep your hands off me! Leave my husband alone.

Dr. Whitfield, please.

Perhaps a dunking stool will teach thee a lesson in humility.

Take him to the pillory. At first light, thy punishment shall be meted out to

thee. No, let him go.

I know not from whence I came, mistress.

But thy husband's actions are a crime here in Salem town.

Salem? Do not jest with me, Master Tate.

Thou know'st that Salem, Massachusetts, when thou art in it.

Salem.

They burn people here at the stake.

They do, if that is the judgment Dr. Whitfield passes.

Ah, Mr. Delaney.

Are you and your wife having dinner here tonight? Well, as a matter of fact,

we're just finishing up, and the food is terrific.

Almost like everything else on the island. Well, I'm glad you're having a

time. You and Mrs. Delaney must be very excited.

Well, as a matter of fact, I haven't told her yet.

You haven't told her?

No, I started to half a dozen times, but how do you convince somebody that

instead of fishing, you were striking out three of the best hitters in

in the ninth inning with all the bases loaded?

I see you're pulling.

Yeah, I figure if everything goes well tomorrow, then I'll tell her.

Tomorrow? Oh, Mr. Rourke, there are things happening here that even you

know about.

Terrific things.

Indeed.

Well, your wife is waiting for you.

I'll talk to you later.

You know, this vacation is just what you needed.

I haven't seen you this happy and confident and handsome since we got out

college. Oh, there's the Maxwells.

You mean Mr. Maxwell, my boss?

Yes. Oh, I guess I forgot to tell you. They just flew in. I ran into them today

out by the swimming pool.

And Mr. Maxwell seemed quite pleased to discover we were here.

Why is that?

Something to do with a business meeting tomorrow afternoon.

Tomorrow afternoon is impossible.

Well, he said it wouldn't take very long, just a couple of hours. Honey,

not fair. We're on vacation.

But, honey, Mr. Maxwell is your boss.

And we can't stay on Fantasy Island forever.

For his blasphemous crime, let punishment be delivered unto him.

Nay, but pray that he takes not the fever when they are finished.

That is how my Andrew died.

Your husband was ducked?

Aye, he kissed me in the marketplace thinking none were about to see, and for

this Dr.

Whitfield ducked him eight times.

Probably the best T -bone I ever had.

Delaney, there you are.

Been looking all over for you.

Didn't your wife give you my message?

Yes, sir, she did, just before she went on the island tour.

Well, then, why didn't you come to my bungalow?

Well, I guess it's because I read somewhere that Sandy Koufax always ate a

steak before he pitched the game.

What are you talking about?

Don't you realize we have important papers to go over before our meeting

the client this afternoon?

Anyone ever tell you that you're a rude man, Mr. Maxwell?

That's one of the reasons why Maxwell Unlimited has never been anything more

than a second -rate company.

I didn't come to your bungalow because I have other things to do this afternoon.

Other things? Other things? What could be more important than our business?

Well, for starters, a baseball game. Baseball? And for finishers, telling you

what I think of you.

I'm feeling like a man again.

Delaney, you walk out on me now and you can keep right on walking because you

won't have a job anymore.

You know something? That's the other thing wrong with the way you run Maxwell

Unlimited. You're always so damn predictable.

I've been sleeping.

Not for today.

How do you feel?

Oh, soggy and sore all over.

Oh, for a nice hot shower and a cup of coffee in front of our TV set.

I'm beginning to miss our lifestyle, too.

It's too late to think about that now.

We've got our fantasy and won't have to stick with it until the weekend is over.

Besides, Charity's going to need our help.

She's been very worried about you, too.

Oh, Martha.

We can't let that Whitfield character get us hooked into...

Ethan, he has the fever.

Oh.

It is the way his father began, chills and aches. Come on. Leasing them that

evil fever.

Nothing to worry about, Charity. Martha used to be a nurse's aide. She knows

what she's doing.

His pulse is fine.

His glands are...

Barely swollen. He just has a touch of a fever. I think it's just a little flu.

Nay, my son has taken fever and must be treated or he will die like his father.

I must get Dr. Whitfield to tend him.

It isn't necessary, Charity.

Ethan will be fine.

He probably just has an allergy.

That and a touch of flu.

Charity. Charity.

Well, maybe she'll think it over before she finds Whitfield.

I hope so.

Get me a dip of water, will you, dear?

You're always teasing me about carrying my drugstore around with me.

But a couple of aspirin and an antidepressant ought to do the trick.

Good boy.

Swallow that pill.

One more.

Going to the mound for the Los Angeles Dodgers, that new pitching sensation,

Richard Delaney.

Mr.

Yeah?

When's the game start?

Oh, it's not going to start for about an hour yet.

I just wanted to come out early.

You one of the all -stars?

Oh, no, not exactly. I'm sort of trying out today.

I'm a pitcher. Did pretty good yesterday.

Can I warm you up?

I've got to catch this mitt.

I usually don't warm up.

Well, okay, go ahead.

Ready?

You're going to be a pitcher?

Well, I'm sorry. That one sort of got away from me.

I bet you can't strike me out.

Don't be silly.

She's pretty good.

What's the matter? You afraid, mister?

Of course I'm not afraid.

Then let me try.

I told you I was pretty good, mister.

Try again.

She probably just got lucky.

Yeah, pretty lucky

Mr.

Delaney it's over isn't it?

Mr. Delaney your fantasy was to pitch against some of the greatest players in

baseball

Now, isn't that what you did yesterday?

Yes.

But my boss, what I told my boss... Yes, I know, Mr. Delaney.

And I'm sorry.

I'm very sorry.

I don't get it, boss.

What? How can you let this happen, boss?

He's such a nice man.

Let what happen to two?

Oh, Mr. Delaney.

His whole life has been turned inside out.

He even lost his job.

So it would appear.

But remember the two.

This is Fantasy Island.

Stand aside, stand aside.

I'll be ministering to the lad.

be bled and purged until the vapors which infect his spirit are drained

What are you doing, Whitfield?

What's in that pot?

Those are leeches, sir.

What's thou expect?

To suck the poison from his veins and bring him rest.

He doesn't need you, your leeches, or your purges. His fever's broken.

To truth, the fever is no more.

Then thou hast employed satanic means to take the fever from his body.

Stand now before thy accuser.

Thomas, good friend.

Sir.

Tell them what thou hast witnessed.

With mine eyes, sir, did I see this woman and man deliver strange potions

the lad with many incantations and supplications to the devil.

That's a lie.

I only gave him aspirin and aspirin.

are the tools of Satan.

What is this?

The evidence is overwhelming.

Martha and Walter Tate, thou hast been found guilty of being servants of Satan.

A witch and a consort come to this town to destroy our piety and safety.

And for that crime, I sentence thee to be burnt at the stake at the rise of the

sun. And may God have mercy on thy soul.

That's it.

You call in Rourke right now. Tell him to stop this thing.

I know none such as Rourke.

Is that another name for Beelzebub?

Or the familiar spirit you use to communicate thy wishes to thy dark

Take them away.

You're so quiet tonight, honey. There must be something wrong. I can always

tell. No, it's okay, honey. I just have a little headache. You see, I always

know when there's something.

Hello, Delaney.

Miss Maxwell.

I would like to apologize.

Apologize?

I've been thinking about what you said about the company.

I am gruff, and perhaps too predictable.

But until today, I didn't know I had anyone in my company with guts enough to

tell me.

I would like for you to come by my bungalow tomorrow so we can discuss your

future with the company.

And believe me, son, you have one.

Thanks.

Yes.

Well,

what was that all about?

Oh, it's nothing, dear.

But this sure is Fantasy Island.

I'd like to be able to touch your hand, but I can't reach it.

Oh, Walter, I can't believe this is actually happening.

Do you believe they're really going to burn us?

Don't think about it, Martha.

I don't know, Walter.

I'm not very brave.

You are, honey.

Of course you are.

Mistress Crickley.

What brings thee here?

Oh, I missed thee, Thomas, when thou didst not come to the tavern this

So I came to see thee.

Oh, thou camest to me.

So thou missed thy reverence, my love. Well, let's be at it, my dove.

But we best move out, in case Dr. Whitfield might be about.

He might see us.

Charlie, you shouldn't be here.

Hush, speak not, lest thou give us away.

quickly to distract Master Goodfriend so that I might free thee.

Now go, run for thy lives. Come with us. Charity, you can't stay here and let

Whitfield force you into marriage.

I promise thee it will not happen.

I shall love and remember thee.

Now go, run, I pray thee. We'll love and remember you too, Charity. Thank you.

He'll kill them on sight. Kill them!

The sun will be up soon.

Find us.

I don't think I can run another step. Oh, honey, you have to.

You know the jungle behind our house? The place that rock dropped us off?

If we can just get to it.

Good to see you again.

Did you find the perfect morality and simple life you longed for so very much?

No. We found nothing but ignorance and intolerance.

And a monstrous man who traded on fear to rule the people.

Really?

My, my.

How much that sounds like our present world.

How much that sounds like any century which man has ever lived.

Perhaps that is a very good lesson to be learned.

But later, after you've freshened up. I must say you do look exhausted.

After you.

Well, Mr. Delaney, I hope you have been satisfied in your visit here.

More than my wildest dreams.

You didn't just give me one fantasy, you gave me two.

Oh, no, no. If you're referring to the new understanding you have with your

boss, that was entirely your own doing.

Mr. Rourke, coming here was just what Richard needed.

Just to relax and do nothing, no excitement.

It was just the therapy he needed. I haven't seen him this relaxed in years.

I am so happy we were able to provide the tranquility necessary.

Have a very pleasant trip home.

Thank you very much. Very welcome. Goodbye.

Goodbye, Mr. Delaney.

We want to thank you for our fantasy, Mr. Roth.

We both learned something very important.

Living without indoor plumbing is not easy.

No, but every age has its difficulties.

You see, running away certainly isn't the answer.

All ages, past, present, or future, there's nowhere to run to.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Bye -bye. Have a blessed trip.

Goodbye.

No,

no, no, wait.

What's wrong?

Well, you can't take pictures with this on.

What's that?

The lens caps.

How long has it been on your camera?

Since I bought it.

Then all the film you shot has been wasted.

Film? Who is using film?

Smile for him.