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That too.

Don't tell me that you still have the
hiccups.

I do both.

I try everything.

But I can't get rid of it.

Well, that's odd.

Breathing into a brown paper bag always
turned the trick for me.

May I see your bag?

No wonder. Look.

Oh, who's that?

Boss! What did you do that for?

To frighten away the hiccups.

You almost scared me to death.

But I also scared away the hiccups,
didn't I?

Huh?

Yes. Tell me that. You did, boss.

Thank you very much.

Now, shall we go and meet our incoming
guest?

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

Boss,

who are they?

Mr. and Mrs. Atwood.

Charles and Peggy, all the way from
Salina, Kansas, where they own a

store. Why do they look so unhappy?

Because neither of them wants to be
here.

How come they're not here?

They came here to please their three
children who purchased the fantasy for

their parents.

To make their parents miserable?

No, Tatu, no, no. They want us to
recreate the romantic weekend 35 years

when Mr. and Mrs. Atwood met, fell in
love, and were married.

It occurred during one of the most
dynamic eras in American history, 1944,

World War II was in full swing.

It's a pretty romantic idea.

But there is one slight hitch.

In truth, Mr.

and Mrs. Atwood, when they return home,
are going to get a divorce.

Captain Jeff Bailey, perhaps the world's
most famous adventurer and soldier of

fortune. And one of my favorite heroes,
too.

And rightly so, Captain Bailey is known
as the man of a thousand adventures.

What's his fantasy?

His fantasy is to earn one million
dollars before Monday morning.

Is that possible?

Perhaps, where the man he will be
working for is J .D. Pettigrew, and

Bailey's job will be to find the
Fountain of Youth.

My dear guests, I am Mr. Rourke, your
host. Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Ah, Mr. Atwood, so good to see you. How
does it feel to be back in uniform?

Uncomfortable, Mr. Rourke.

It's not that my weight has changed that
much. It's merely a shifted position,

if you know what I mean.

Indeed I do.

Ah, here comes your lovely partner.

You are beautiful, madame.

Ah, ah, ah, it's mademoiselle.

Since this is, for all practical
purposes, that special weekend in 1944,

shall proceed on the theory that the two
of you are not yet married.

That explains why I billeted you in
separate houses.

That's fine.

Peg, where did you get that Letterman
sweater?

I found it hanging in the closet, along
with the rest of the getup.

Well, if I didn't know better, I would
say that that is his sweater.

Do you mean Mr. Brick Howard, Mrs.
Atwood's former fiancée and BMOC?

How do you know about Brick Howard?

It is my business to know, Mr. Atwood.

I am being paid rather handsomely to
recreate a very important time frame in

your two lives.

Mr. Brick Howard and many of your former
friends from that period are here on

the island.

Well, haven't you noticed?

It is Brick Howard.

He really looks great, doesn't he?

Yeah, just great.

Are you folks ready to go?

Where? What else?

To the Salina, Kansas, U .S .O., where
the two of you originally fell in love.

Shall we?

It's incredible.

I don't believe it.

I don't believe it either.

Everything's exactly the same as it was
then, 35 years ago.

How did you do it, Mr. Rourke?

Privilege information.

Well, this is where we part company, at
least for now.

Enjoy yourselves.

Sure.

It's something I don't understand.

How come a real soldier of fortune like
you can work for such a stingy old man

like J .D. Pettigrew?

Tattoo? That's no way to talk about one
of our guests.

If you must know, it's money. That's one
thing Pettigrew has plenty of.

Speaking of the devil, that's probably
old Pettigrew now.

Ah,

Miss Mason?

Mr. Pettigrew, so nice to see you. Never
mind the amenities, Mr. Rourke.

Now that my secretary's fiancée, the
famous Captain Bailey, is finally here,

maybe we can get started.

Nice to see you again, Mr. Pettigrew.

The only thing you enjoy about seeing me
is the one million dollars you hope

I'll pay you.

Well, that depends on Mr. Rourke here.

And the one thing I can't afford to
waste is time.

I want some answers, and I want them
straight.

When I've had the questions, you shall
have the answers.

I like that.

All right.

Short time ago, I came into possession
of a certain curious object.

What sort of object?

Let me have the envelope.

A most interesting trophy.

May I ask how you came into possession
of the original?

That is of no consequence.

Let's say I acquired it from a fellow
collector.

The only things that do matter are,
number one, it came from one of the

scattered islands that surround this
place.

Number two, it has been authenticated
and found to be over 150 years old,

yet in perfect condition.

And do you know why, Mr. Rourke?

Because of the water it was treated in.

Water of mysterious, undefinable
properties.

My team of scientists is convinced it
could only have come from La Fuente de

Juventud, the legendary fountain of
youth.

Fascinating. So, now you know why I am
here and what I am after. And I ask you,

Does this fountain really exist?

And can it be found?

Or are you some sort of charlatan?

Charlatan?

We never promise what we can't deliver,
Mr. Pettigrew.

The fable fountain, though, certainly
exists.

as do all the fantasies of man's
imagination.

May I also warn you about the island
where he must go to find the fountain.

It is said that the tribe of headhunters
who produced your, um, trophy still

exist.

It might be wise to review when your
secretary remained here and let Captain

Bailey try alone.

And let him run off and sell the secret
to someone else?

Not on your life.

Headhunters or no, his little sweetheart
and I will follow him every step of the

way.

So be it.

I just hope you all make it every step
of the way.

Hey, Charlie.

Fig. It's me.

Willie Tucker.

Oh, Willie.

Willie. My goodness.

Hello, Willie.

It's been a long time. Willie, what are
you doing here? Mr. Rourke invited me.

He's your guest.

Hey, come on. Let's sit down.

You? You two look terrific.

Like what?

Where's your better half, Willie?

Doris is dead, Peg.

About a year ago.

Her heart.

Oh, Willie, I'm so sorry.

Me too, Willie.

We're all so dumb. We don't appreciate
what we have until it's too late.

Hey, I didn't come all this way to put a
damper on things.

We had a great life together.

Charlie, I got a good boy.

He teaches school.

What about you two?

Oh, two boys and a girl.

All married as of last month.

Well, now that the nest is empty, I
guess you two are really living it up.

Hey, did I say something wrong?

Oh, nothing, Willie.

Oh, everything's fine, so to speak.

So to speak? What does that mean?

Well, it means, Willie, that Charlie and
I are... Well, we're getting a divorce.

You're putting me on. Not you two.
Never.

No, it's true, Willie.

Well, what happened?

Well, no one reason.

Just after 35 years of marriage, we just
ran out of gas.

No sparks.

Well, that distance.

I never dreamed I was coming all the way
to Fantasy Island to attend a divorce.

Hey, I hear Brick Howard's on the
island.

He just got his third divorce.

It would be funny, wouldn't it, if you
two got together again after all these

years?

That was always your song.

Hey, do me a favor, will you?

Dance to it.

Are you playing Cupid, Willie?

Anything wrong with that?

Excuse us, Willie.

the charts and all my instructions, I
would still advise you, Miss Mason and

Pettigrew, to reconsider.

The natives of the island you're going
to are considered quite dangerous.

We're wasting time.

I will not relinquish command of this
expedition.

Not to Bailey, not to anyone.

Now, let's go.

Haven't we forgotten something, Mr.
Pettigrew?

Hmm? Yeah.

Well, my certified check here for $1
million made out in Bailey's name.

But bear in mind, Mr. Rock, not one
penny is to be turned over to him unless

fulfills our contract.

Unless we find the Fountain of Youth, he
gets nothing.

Fair enough, Mr.

Pettigrew.

Understood.

All right, start the engines and be
quick. We've got a long way to go.

Who's to say that?

Who's to say?

See anything?

Nothing. But we're here all right. This
is the island and the lagoon.

All the church, ma 'am.

Something's watching us.

I haven't come this far to turn back
now.

No matter who's there or what's there,
I'm staying right here until we find

water.

All right, this way. Let's move fast.

What's the matter?

I don't know.

Something's not right.

Just back away slowly.

Thanks for owning me your date.

Boy, am I out of shit.

You're still good, Willie. Very good.

You make me look good.

Peg tells me you own a hardware store
back there in Fillon.

Very good.

I'll soon be in the past tense. I'm
selling the store.

Charlie's going into semi -retirement.

Hawaii.

Don't tell me you're going to open up
that bait shop you used to talk about

we were in the Navy.

You have got a real memory.

Hey, you don't need a partner.

I'm sorry, Willie, but this is strictly
a one -man operation.

You know...

I know it's none of my business, but you
and Peg always talk about a divorce.

I know what you're going to say, Willie.

I don't want to live in Hawaii.

Salina's my home.

Always has been and always will be.

Yeah, but Hawaii.

Have you ever been there?

Oh, yes.

Charlie's taken me there several times,
and it's a beautiful place, but my roots

are in Salina.

Children, grandchildren, memories.

Folks, this is the last dance.

I can't believe it's that time already.

Care to dance, Peg?

Yes.

Looking for someone?

I just thought maybe Brick might be
here.

I guess all of our lives would have been
very different, wouldn't they?

If you two had gotten married.

Remind me to tell you sometime that you
are still a very good dancer.

It's been a long time.

Yes, it's been a long time.

But lots of things, Charlie.

Bring magic.

Magic box.

Big, strong magic.

Magic.

Even stronger magic.

I have a soul.

His spirit captured.

It is true.

Look. It's true.

The priest bothers us.

I will keep his soul.

Why you bring magic?

Come to this village.

To see your magic water.

I know you have it.

I think we have found it.

The fountain of youth.

It is called the dew of life.

Once it ran full and broad, now only a
few drops each day.

Chief, priests, and elders allowed to
drink now and then to stay alive.

How old are you?

Me?

140.

Some 200 years, 300.

This water.

I would buy some of it.

I will pay you money.

All the money you want.

Silver money.

Gold. Gold not make man young.

But you must share it.

I don't want it all.

Just a little.

Just a little.

Water a gift of God's, not sell for
gold.

Mustn't kill Great White Chief.

His magic will kill you all.

You go.

Never come back where you die.

Boss, boss, you got to help me.

The hiccup is back.

Yeah, so I hear.

The remedy I gave you didn't work, huh?

No. The only thing I've got is a bump in
the head.

From holding your breath?

I held it so long that I fainted.

You know what was so great about 1944 is
we were too young to worry about the

future. The only thing that was
important was now, today.

Let tomorrow take care of itself.

What are you thinking about?

The look on your face when you saw your
eldest son for the first time.

Tommy took one look at me and started
bawling his head off.

You were a total stranger.

Tommy was what? A year old before you
ever saw him?

Thirteen months.

I didn't think the Navy would ever ship
me home.

I'm glad they did. I was particularly
grateful you were around when Scotty got

so sick.

I remember the doctor saying polio.

I didn't know what to do.

I remember what we did.

We got down on our knees right there in
the hospital room and asked God to spare

Scotty.

It really was a miracle, Charlie.

Not even a limp.

We had so much going for us in those
days, Peg, but where did it go?

All right, you two.

Stop this exclusivity. We're all going
swimming, and you're both going to go

with us.

Big.

Still as beautiful as ever.

I never thought we'd get out of there
alive.

I keep thinking they're watching us.

You're right. In fact, I know you are.

Look, look, look where the water touched
my hand.

It's like my skin when I was young.

Unbelievable. It's incredible.

I could be that way all over, young
again, if I only had a little more of

water.

Baby,

I'll double my offer.

Two million dollars for one canteen of
the water.

That's insane. They'll kill us all if we
don't get off the island.

Come on.

Three million.

You've got yourself a deal. Three
million, payable on our return.

Yes, yes.

Are you boat crazy?

You heard him. For three million
dollars, I'd go to hell and back.

Tama, hand me the canteen and my pistol.

Tina, you get aboard the boat.

All right, now, you listen carefully.

Watch for me on the beach.

When you see me, start the boat engine.
I'll try and swim out there. If I don't

make it, you keep going.

Don't wait for anything, got it? Got it.

and I win. Ready?

Ready.

Uh... 21, I win.

Just like the good old days, I never was
any good at sports.

Speaking of sports... Good afternoon.

I'm sure you all remember Brick Howard.

Brick.

How could they forget that Peg and I
were engaged to be married? How are you,

Peg? Well, fine, Brick. And you?

Never better. Are you still married to
this Wobby?

She is.

Win a few, lose a few.

Hey, Willie, how are you?

Okay, Brick.

Well, I imagine you have a great deal to
talk about, so if you'll kindly excuse

me.

Me too.

You're looking mighty pretty, Pig.

Oh, thank you. See, you're still wearing
my Letterman sweater.

She was cold.

It was the only one in the closet.

Let the lady speak for herself, Chuck,
baby.

The name is Charles.

I like the hostel. We haven't seen each
other in how many years?

Well, aren't you going to ask me what
I've been doing?

Oh, what have you been doing?

I'm an airline pilot, the biggie, 747,
from L .A. to Paris Run. Oh, how nice.

Oh, Mr.

Rourke said something about you opening
a bake shop in Hawaii.

Can't cut it in the big city, huh, Chaz?

Oh, Rick, wait a minute.

Shall we? Oh, baby.

Ah, good afternoon, Mr. Atwood.

Not really.

Something is wrong?

That flyboy you brought over at the USO,
Brick Howard, he's what's wrong.

I'm afraid I don't understand.

It's not your fault, Mr. Roark. It's
just that I never could compete against

Everything. Nobody could.

Compete against him for what?

Peg, she couldn't wait to get out of
that dance floor with me.

Oh.

It's been said that jealousy is but a
blister on the heel of matrimony, Mr.

Atwood.

It has also been said that Brick Howard
is a first -class jerk, and I'm the guy

who said it.

But once you won Peggy's favor over his,
isn't it true? What makes you think you

can do it again?

Well, I'm 54 years old. I'm not the guy
I once was.

Brick Howard is also 54, isn't he?

Yes, but he doesn't look it.

At least not to me.

Well, you're obviously feeling sorry for
yourself, Mr. Atwood.

My advice would be for you to stand up
and fight for Peggy, if that is what you

really want.

Good afternoon, sir. Good afternoon.

I thought I told you to stay on board.

I'm coming with you.

Are you crazy?

Yeah, probably, but you can't pull this
off by yourself.

It's the only way I can pull it off. Now
go back.

I'm not going back. Listen, I've handled
guns all my life, and I'm good.

Okay, but if this thing backfires... It
won't.

Now, why don't you begin practicing the
power of positive thinking?

Because I keep thinking about those
natives with two more shrunken heads of

their credit. That's why.

Still want to go?

Mm -hmm.

Come on, Charlie, cheer up. What for?

I ain't gone out with that leech of a
playboy.

Wrong.

Mind if I sit down?

What? It's not too original, but there's
an old saying that frees a crowd.

Good luck.

Now, about this afternoon... You don't
owe me any explanations.

Mr. Rourke pronounced us single for the
weekend, remember?

Charlie, I grabbed Brick and started
dancing with him to prevent what was

rapidly deteriorating into a fight.

I didn't want you to get hurt.

I repeat, you don't owe me any
apologies.

I suppose if anyone could apologize, it
should be me.

I don't know what you mean.

Our life together.

I guess I always knew that it was a one
-sided love affair.

I took advantage of you by marrying you
on the rebound from Brick. It wasn't

fair.

I loved you so much.

I guess I hope that in time... Ironic,
isn't it? This cornball

luau. You know, this is where we first
thought we were in love.

I think that's what turned me on to
Hawaii in the first place. Somehow I

got a fix in my head.

You and me and the luau.

And days later I was off to the war.

You know, that was the last time we were
alone.

Just you and me.

There were the kids and... Charlie.

Peg, I'm sorry.

I never meant to hurt you.

Maybe you and Rick can be happy now.

I won't stand in your way.

What are we going to do with it?

What?

All that money, the three million
dollars.

Bank it where it's safe.

Why don't we splurge on an Acapulco
honeymoon?

When you get to be my age and can't
qualify for a credit card, you don't

on anything.

We're just cheap.

Do you notice anything strange about the
village?

What?

Hardly any men.

Means they probably went out to make
sure we left the island.

Which means we don't have much time.

Wait, you can't go down there now in
broad daylight.

With their appetites, I don't want to
hang around for dinner.

Just stay here.

If anything happens, run for the boat.
Just run and keep running.

Jack!

Come on, let's get out of here.

I dropped the gun back there. Forget the
gun.

got to make the vote.

There's something we really should have
discussed 35 years ago.

The fact that you married me on the
rebound after Brick jilted me for some

general's daughter who could have helped
his career.

Look, Peg.

I guess I... I always let you think that
was a little true.

But you love him.

You can't deny that.

Oh, I did love him, yes.

And when he jilted me, I thought I'd
die.

And then there was you.

And I realized that...

I never knew what love was before you.

But that was 35 years ago.

Why did you come back here tonight?

I suddenly remembered taking a vow that
says until death do us part.

You mean you still love me?

Well, I'm certainly not talking about
Brick Howard.

He couldn't carry your tackle box.

Tackle box?

It is what you call it, isn't it?

I mean, I thought I ought to start using
the official terminology if I'm going

to help you with the bait shop.

You mean you're coming with me?

But what about Celina?

Oh, Celina already has a bait shop.

Please, let me come.

Mr. and Mrs. Atwood, I hope you'll enjoy
your stay with us. We were both

prepared to hate it, but it turned out
to be a fairy tale.

We always try to provide happy endings.

That nostalgia trip back to 1944 wasn't
bad either.

But we're looking forward to the future
now.

And 35 more years of marriage.

Oh, at least.

Goodbye. Goodbye, Mrs. Atwood. Goodbye,
Tattoo.

Goodbye, Latwood.

Thank you, Mr. Rohr.

Thank you, Ted, too. Miss Mason, Captain
Bailey, any regrets?

None at all.

Broke or not, we'll make it together.

Well, I would scarcely feel broke with
one million dollars.

I don't get it. J .D.'s check.

Well, you found a fountain, didn't you?
Technically, that's all you agreed to

do. You see, before Mr. Pettigrew was
taken to the hospital, where he will

recover, he asked me to give you that
check.

I guess people fool you sometimes, huh,
Mr. Walker?

Sometimes.

Thank you.

Goodbye, Captain.

Good luck.

Thank you, Miss Mason.

Thank you.

Well, boss, that was nice.

Yes, it was.

Oh, no, not again, Tattoo.

Well, I'm afraid this calls for the
ultimate remedy.

I can't guarantee that it will work, but
an old island legend insists that it

will.

So far, so good, but what do I do next?
Well, you will have to kiss each one of

these comely maidens, and then,
according to legend, your hiccups will

disappear.

I get to kiss all three of them?

I'm afraid so, Tatooine.

It really was.

Well, of course. You see, every legend
has its...