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Thank you.

Ah,

good morning, Tattoo.

Good morning, boss.

Shake.

Pretty funny, huh?

Boss, you wouldn't believe it.

This flower, it's squared. Look.

May I ask what has set you off on this path of hilarity?

Well, boss, I find out that the girls, they love a man with a sense of humor.

Oh, I see changing your image again.

Right. I want to be the king of laughter on Fantasy Island.

Lucky us.

Smiles, everyone, smiles.

Boss, I bet I know who that man is.

Really? He's coming to put a new antenna so I can watch the gong show.

Fortunately, you are wrong.

The gentleman happens to be Mr.

Elliot Fielding, and the sophisticated electronic equipment he's carrying has

been engineered to detect the presence of ghosts.

Ghosts?

I hope he didn't bring any ghosts with him.

No, my friend.

In fact, he's hoping we can provide them. You see, Mr. Fielding is a

who has spent years learning everything there is to know about the spirit world.

He's even written a book on ghost breaking, but no publisher would touch

because of his lack of practical experience.

Boss, I think he should stay away from ghosts.

He's such a chicken.

He's a turkey.

Yes, I'm afraid our guest has never had the confidence to put his book to use.

Nevertheless, his fantasy is to meet and exercise a real ghost to prove his book

is worth publishing.

Boss, can you really do that?

Provide him with a ghost.

Miss Carol Gates, who owns and runs a bar and grill in Phoenix, Arizona.

Her fantasy is to wish her two children a happy birthday.

What's the big deal about that?

Exactly this, my friend.

30 years ago tomorrow, Miss Gates, who was then 17 and unmarried, had twins.

A boy and a girl. And she gave them up for adoption.

She has neither seen nor heard from them since.

And now, on the eve of their 30th birthday, she would like to get to know

and at long last wish them happy birthday.

Her children, boss.

Were you really able to find them?

Of course I did, Tattoo.

The question is whether, after so long, they'll be ready to find their mother.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Lovely, isn't it, Mr. Fielding?

Who would believe that a monster once stalked these peaceful grounds, turning

the night into a time of terror and death?

Really? Yes, the most frightening creature.

Or so the legend goes.

Tattoo will unload your equipment while I show you around.

But I think I should stay with you and Mr. Fielding. It could be very dangerous

for you to be alone.

Well, of course, if you are frightened to stay behind... Oh, me?

No, but I'm not.

Good.

This way, Mr. Fielding.

You said something about a monster being here?

Yes, yes.

Yes, you see, a hundred years ago, this lovely mansion was the home of a

demented murderer known only as the Gentleman Strangler.

Most of his victims were beautiful young women. A day or two before the actual

killing, he would leave his calling card, a single blood -red rose.

Yes.

I hope your abilities are equal to the task, Mr. Fielding, because innocent

lives may be at stake. You see, the Strangler's Mansion is now a school for

girls.

Miss Kimberly, may I introduce Mr. Elliot Fielding, Miss Edna Kimberly,

and headmistress of the Kimberly School for Girls.

How do you do?

Mr. Rourke told me all about you, but he didn't say you were so young.

I mean, when he mentioned all your years of study, I expected some ancient

scholar. I hope you're not too disappointed, Miss Kimberly.

Inside, I'm really an old fogey.

Please call me Edna.

This is supposed to be a soccer practice.

I'm leaving you in charge of the warm -up, Susan.

Okay, Miss Kimberly. Let's go.

They're really lovely girls, just a bit immature.

I only hope the ghost, whatever it is that's frightening them, can be dealt

before they all leave.

Any more cancellations and I'll have to close the school.

Oh, I don't think that will be necessary.

And now may I wish you both the very best of luck.

Will you excuse me?

Well, I... I guess I'd better show you around, Mr. Field.

I'll get it.

What a great kick!

You must have been a soccer star at school.

No, actually, I've never played the game before, but I did read about it.

I should tell you that I never got rid of a ghost before either.

Well, if you're as good at that as you are at soccer, I've got nothing to worry

about.

Oh, I hope you can help me, Elliot.

When the girl started telling me about hearing strange noises and seeing the

ghost of the gentleman strangler, I thought it was some weird joke.

But after this morning...

I'm not so sure.

What happened this morning?

Susan found this on her pillow.

The single blood red rose.

A twin convention.

That's how you got here.

That's right, yes. Would you care for a drink? No, thank you. Do you mind if I

do it?

Oh, no, please. Thank you. Which one's our line?

Do you see the young lady in the blue dress sitting over there?

She is your daughter.

She's lovely.

Yes.

What did they call her?

Tracy. Her name is Tracy Miller.

That's nice. I thought up a whole bunch of them one day.

Audrey, Helen, Joyce, Kate, Megan.

But Tracy is good.

Very good.

Is that her husband?

Unfortunately, her husband, Jim Miller, was killed in a motor accident three

months ago.

Oh, my...

I hope her parents were able to help her through it.

I'm afraid not. You see, the people who adopted your children were an elderly

couple. They passed away while your children were still in college.

Oh, wow.

Did they ever tell the children they were adopted?

Yes.

Yes, they thought it best and more honest.

The young man talking to the little boy, his name is Tom Dearborn.

That's his wife, Jo, and their little son, Jamie.

Tom is your son.

At one time, he was a promising football rookie, field goal -kicking specialist.

But he sells insurance now.

That is, now and then.

Are you ready to meet them?

As what? I mean...

I just can't walk up and say, uh, hi there, nice day.

By the way, I'm the mother who walked away from you 30 years ago. No, I can't.

Of course not, Miss Gates. It's not necessary to reveal who you really are.

At least, not yet.

Come.

Come.

Miss Miller?

Mr. and Mrs. Dearborn, may I introduce Miss Carol Gates. She's the hostess I

promised you the earlier stay in the island.

Ah, how do you do?

Hello. Hi.

Pretty, too.

Thank you.

Yes, I'm glad to meet you, Miss Gates.

Oh, not half as glad as I am to meet you.

The ghost, if that's what it was, was first seen by Don and Susan.

Were those the only sightings?

No. You know, all in all, there have been more than a dozen incidents.

And each time, every description of the thing is the same.

A very tall man in Victorian evening clothes, top hat, gloves, and a

cloak with a high collar. Right.

Just like...

The,

uh... Gentleman Strangler?

You can't imagine how frightened my girls were running into him in the

the night.

I can't?

Ghosts generally follow a very precise route on their nightly outings. Now,

what you've told me, the spirit in question first materializes downstairs,

about here.

And then he crosses to here, starts up the stairs, and then he reappears

upstairs and walks down the hall, correct?

Yes, but he was also seen walking outside by the old gardens. By the old

gardens.

Why do you need to know the path of the ghost, Elliot?

Because I'm going to line his route with electronic sensing devices which will

record his presence by registering the minute changes in temperature and

pressure that accompany the appearance of a ghostly presence, even if it's not

visible to the naked eye.

That's amazing.

Then what?

Then I must confront the ghost and banish it forever.

How do you do that?

By telling him he's dead?

You're kidding.

No, no. You see, many apparitions walk the earth not realizing they're dead.

So they're relieved and they just disappear.

At least that's what it says in all the books.

Oh.

Edna, what's the matter?

The footsteps.

The gentleman's strangler walked with a limp. The girls heard it before his

ghost appeared.

What? Oh, well, uh, Edna, couldn't we, uh, uh... It

seems

to be heading for the attic.

happens to me, run like a thief.

For heaven's sake, Alan, let him go.

The ghost's name is Alan?

He's no ghost.

He's the school fencing instructor, Alan LeBlanc.

At your service.

I was in my study when I heard the limping footsteps.

I came up the service stairs in the hope of pinning down our elusive visitor.

We were after him, too. It sounded like he went through the attic door.

Ah.

Well, the fire department had us wall off the attic space when the mansion was

converted into a school.

But a structure made by a man can stop a ghost. Edna, sell this place.

Start a new school with a safe environment.

With me as your partner.

And let the strangler keep his house for all eternity.

I refuse to be run off my property by a ghost.

And besides, I have Elliot Fielding working with me now, and he's an expert

getting rid of ghosts.

Oh, really?

Well, what if he's not expert enough?

And what if it is the spirit of the strangler that walks these halls?

For my part, I prefer to put my trust in cold steel until this is over.

Good afternoon.

I don't like him or his sword.

But what if he's right?

You and the girls could be in danger. Especially Susan, because she got the

rose.

Somehow I just know I can rely on you not to let me down.

You're right, Edna.

As soon as I get my equipment set up, I'll take care of everything.

I'm going to get some food.

Here you are.

Oh, thank you.

Do you come here often, Carol? First time.

That smells great.

Now, you are either a great chef or you have kids of your own.

I own a bar and grill in Phoenix.

Is there one?

I believe you know Coach Malavesi of the Los Angeles Rams.

Sure do. How are you, Coach? The Rams are here working out for a charity game.

Of course, you know Anthony Davis.

Hey, Tony.

Frank Corral.

How you doing, Frank?

Great to see you again.

Coach, didn't you tell me that Mr. Dearborn was once a very promising

-style kicker?

One of the best a few years ago.

Hey, now, wait a minute. I might still be, you know.

I played a little semi -pro last season. Didn't do too bad.

I'm just waiting for someone to give me a tryout.

Why don't you drop by our practice field in the morning and work out? Are you

serious? Sure, you can work out with some of our players.

I'll be there, coach.

All right, gentlemen.

Danny, are you going to play for the Rams?

Maybe. Maybe.

Here goes the same old argument.

About what?

Football.

Tom had some great plans for himself.

Then a few years ago, he got busted up in a punt.

Bust his leg in four places.

The other team got 15 yards penalty and he got six months in the hospital.

And he wants to try it again?

Over Joe's dead body.

She thinks he's too old.

Serious divorce talk.

Oh, thank you, too.

Don't mention it.

Thumbs up?

To this glass, there is something wrong with it. It's called a Dribble glass.

Pretty funny, huh?

Oh, hysterical.

I got a million of them. A million!

Yes, that's what I'm afraid of.

You hold her right there, Skeezix.

Unless you want your backside peppered with buckshot.

I've been waiting a long time to find the fatted who's been stomping all over

begonias. Oh, no, sir. I haven't been walking in your flower bed. My name is

Elliot Fielding, and I'm trying to find the path used by the ghost of the

gentleman strangler. What, are you supposed to be one of those spook

something? Uh -huh.

Oh, rats.

Put your hands down, sonny. Put them down, I said!

I couldn't have shot you anyhow.

That gun hasn't been fired since Carol Cooley sat in the White House doing

nothing.

Oh. Oh.

Will you look at them poor posies?

Oh, I'd say your problem isn't trespassers. It's fertilizer.

You telling me I don't know my gardening?

Oh, no, sir. No, just that from the condition of your begonias and the

look of your petunias over there, a little fish meal would seem to be in

Fish meal.

Fish meal.

That's it.

Why didn't I recollect that?

Mister, you must be the master green thumb gardener of all time.

No, I've never really grown anything, but I have read all about it.

Well, anybody who knows fertilizer as good as you can't be all bad.

If there's anything you ever want, just let me know.

The name is Jacoby.

Yes, sir. That's me.

Jacoby, the gardener.

And I know every inch around here.

Above and below ground.

For instance, there ain't many left who remember the old smuggler's cave.

You remember that, Sonny?

I will. Thanks, Mr. Jacoby. Take care of yourself here.

There's something evil going on at that school.

And that nice Mrs.

Kimberly and her kids could be in hot water.

You be careful.

Real careful.

Mr.

Jacoby.

Okay.

Okay.

Lovely. Here's to you.

Carol, I don't know how I'm going to thank you for babysitting for Jamie

tonight. It's not often enough that Tom and I get to take Tracy with us to

dinner. Well, it would be nice if Tracy and Tom could spend more time together.

Now, are you saying that just because we're twins?

I wouldn't have been at all surprised if you and Joe had had twins.

I know, I know.

Twins, as the saying goes, often beget twins.

Right. But not in our case.

Not yet anyway.

Maybe Tracy will have the twins.

Well, I hope you didn't mind me telling Carol you're pregnant.

I'm ready to go.

They've been on edge ever since Jim died.

I guess we'd better try to catch up with them, okay?

Goodbye, Dad. Bye.

Have a good time, and don't worry.

Miss G, after dinner, could you please tell me a story?

Oh, I waited a long time to hear that question.

You just try to stop me.

Now,

Get down, and we'll have dinner in just a minute. Okay.

I'm worried, Elliot.

I have this feeling of menace. Well, if the ghost comes this way tonight, we'll

be ready for him. The censors...

I don't think your fancy equipment is going to work.

And I think you should get away from here, Edna.

Go to your room and wait for morning.

I intend to stay with Elliot.

Whatever it is that's haunting this school, we'll face it together.

As you like.

Remember, I warned you.

I think Alan's right.

It'll be safer for you away from the path of the ghost.

I want to stay with you.

I'm glad you said that.

It'll be nice having you here.

Come on, we can watch the instruments together.

Mom and Joe didn't come back with you?

No, no. They went on to the disco.

But I didn't think there was any need to keep you up any longer.

Was Jamie all right?

Oh, fine.

It was such fun being with him.

It must be very hard having a baby with no husband.

Well, I don't intend to find out.

Just how hard that might be.

I... I don't understand.

Well, I've got to give the baby up for adoption.

Jim didn't leave me much money and I have to find a job.

And I have no desire to become one of those noble single mothers that works

day and each evening picks up her child at the nursery school.

You could be making a terrible mistake.

Well, I don't think so.

It must be the ghost.

What?

No, no, it can't be. It's... No, the pulses are too weak.

It's as if something is passing outside the house.

Maybe even under it.

Whatever it is, it's fading away.

It's gone.

It is.

What's that?

Whatever it is, it's not registering on the sensing devices.

Gentlemen Strangler, you are dead.

Rest in peace.

noise downstairs so I came out to see what was going on.

It's the ghost of the gentleman strangler.

I think he's got Susan.

She can't have just vanished into thin air.

I intend to search the school all over again until we find her. In the

Alan, you call the police.

Very well.

But I think you're foolish to stay here after what happened.

Any one of the girls, even you, could be next.

Ladies?

He's right, Edna.

I think you and the girls should leave here as soon as possible.

I'll go with you.

What'll happen to your book if you leave now? There are some things more

important than getting published.

Things like staying alive.

Oh, it's only fear talking, Elliot.

You must stay, and I intend to stay with you.

I'll just make a quick tour of the grounds with the girls.

Elliot. What is it?

Miss Camberley, that means you're next.

Miss Gates?

Oh, Mr. Roark. How is your fantasy working out?

If you'd asked me that yesterday, I would have said wonderful.

Oh, but today... My daughter intends to put her baby up for adoption.

And if my son tries out for the ram, he may be headed for divorce.

Oh.

Well, then I'm afraid I just saw through it that Tom got suited up in a ram's

uniform. I'm awfully sorry.

Then he's going through with it.

Mr. Rourke, I wish I'd never come here.

Do you really?

You've already spent 30 years with regret, Miss Gates.

Do you want to spend the rest of your life with bitterness and disappointment?

Do I have a choice?

Oh, you do indeed.

You came here because you wanted to be a mother to your two children.

Maybe it's time you started acting like one.

By fighting for the happiness of your children and the love and respect you

want from them.

I can't.

Come in.

Here.

Uh, where's Jamie?

Tracy took him for a walk.

Oh.

Even if you don't think you and Tom are any of my business,

why don't you tell me about it?

Not much to tell.

I'm a football widow. He was a big star in high school and college, and now he

wants to go on and be a big star in the pros.

Only his wanting that and it happening are two different things.

Well, then did you ever look at it this way?

He has a dream that he can't get rid of.

If you love him, support him. He needs you.

I can't.

Not in this.

oh come off of it it doesn't prove anything if you're on his side just for

things you want look i know what it is to walk away from someone i loved now if

you love him then to hell with the rest of the world fight for him

That's not too bad, Tom.

You think you can handle that under game conditions, under pressure?

I guess there's only one way to find out.

Okay, guys, let's get the first string for the rookie.

All right, let's go. Special teams. Here we go. Field goal. Let's go.

All right.

Come on. Let's go.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Turn around and look at him, Joe.

The time to help someone is when they really need it. If you don't do it then,

usually you never get another chance.

You okay, partner?

All right.

If you love him, don't blow this.

We'd better quit, Miss Camberley. We've been looking half the morning.

You know, let the police take it from here.

Donna, ghost or no ghost, no one has the right to run off with one of my kids

without having to deal with me. I can't turn tail and run. I simply can't.

Donna, do you smell it?

An overpowering scent of roses.

All around us.

I've just seen the ghost.

It isn't a ghost. We're up against his flesh and blood, and here's how he did

with a projector. Look at this. No, wait, wait, wait, wait. Look at this.

at this.

But even if it's not a ghost, he's got Miss Kimberly.

What? Claire, Donna.

Tracy. May I speak with you a moment? Sure. About what?

About putting your baby up for adoption.

I'd like to buy it from you.

You'd what?

The price I'm offering is a townhouse in Phoenix.

You can sell it or you can live in it.

You might consider living in it because you'd be next door to me and...

That way you could see the baby whenever you wanted.

Why are you doing all this?

To save you from making a terrible mistake.

You can't be sure of that.

Oh, yes, I can.

How?

About 30 years ago, there was another young girl.

She was only 17.

And she fell in love with...

An older man. He was 31.

Look, I don't understand why... Please, let me finish.

All right.

She didn't know or care what he did for a living,

but she found out.

One night she waited in the car while he went into a liquor store for some beer

and...

And then she heard the shot.

He was killed trying to rob that store.

After they arrested her, she found out.

Had a record a mile long.

You.

You were that girl.

But why are you telling me the story?

Because.

When they put me in the juvenile hall, I found out I was pregnant.

And that's where I had my baby.

Babies?

A boy and a girl? Twins.

They told me I had to give them up for adoption.

That was 30 years ago.

You're our mother.

Tom's and mine?

That's why you told me the story?

Please.

Please don't give up your baby.

Because if you do, you'll spend the years that I have regretting hating

and wondering if your son or daughter could

ever forgive you.

Sonny, you'll blow a gasket.

What's got you so all fired up? Mr. Jacoby, thank heaven. Look, somebody's

pretending to be a ghost and he's got Susan and Edna. And Miss Kimberly. Now,

they're not in the house. I've searched everywhere. But you said something about

an old smuggler's cave?

That I did.

Could you tell me how can I find the entrance?

It's up there a piece at the end of the cemetery.

Stone door.

Behind the last tombstone at the end. Thanks.

Have a care, Sonny.

People is more dangerous than any ghost that ever walked. Mm -hmm.

Mm -hmm.

Bravo. Elliot.

Edna.

So, the mouse becomes a lion after all. I frankly didn't expect you to come this

far. But then, I didn't expect Edna and her girls to be so stubborn either.

Edna, are you all right?

Yes, but not for long. Alan's gone mad.

Mad? Not mad.

Just greedy.

In the proper hands, the Cambridge School could be far more valuable than

might imagine.

Your hands, I suppose.

Naturally.

You don't really expect to get away with this, do you?

I did, actually.

Until now.

But you wouldn't permit me to merely throw a scare into you.

So, you forced me to take harsher measures than I planned.

Extremely harsh.

You don't have a prayer, my friend.

No, LeBlanc, you don't.

I have never fenced before, but I have read all about it.

On guard.

Peace, LeBlanc.

And now it is time for something Miss Carol Gates has been waiting to say for

years.

Miss Gates?

Tracy, happy birthday, children.

Thank you.

Mom? Oh.

Edna and I are going to be married and become the first husband and wife ghost

-busting team in the world.

Oh, I am very happy for both.

And, Mr.

Fielding, may I say that you certainly demonstrated an uncanny ability at

handling very difficult circumstances, whether they be ghostly or tangible.

Well, I can't take all the credit, Mr. Rourke. Old Jacoby, the gardener, told

where to find the cave. I never could have done it without him.

Old Jacoby, the gardener?

Yes. Why?

Oh, no, nothing.

Very helpful, man.

Well, enjoy your trip back.

Thanks again.

Goodbye.

old Jacoby.

That's understandable.

Old Jacoby has been dead more than 20 years.