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Good morning, boss.

How do you like it?

It's a rocket.

Well, that I can readily see. The
question is, what are you doing with it?

Do you remember the chemistry set my
cousin Hugo sent me?

Well, it's going to make me rich.

By making rockets?

No, boss.

By making rocket fuel.

Let me guess.

If you can invent a cheap rocket fuel,
you and your cousin Hugo will become

millionaires.

Again. Right, boss. You've got it. Watch
this.

Be careful.

Watch it, boss. Watch it, boss. It's
going to go.

Watch it, boss.

So as we don't appear foolish just
standing here, why don't we rock it over

greet our guests?

Shall we?

Smiles, everyone.

Smile.

Mr. Lou Fielding, a spot welder from St.
Paul, Minnesota, and his wife,

Margaret. They look like a nice couple.

What is fantasy, boss?

One shared by millions of amateur
bowlers all over the world.

Mr. Fielding, captain of his company's
bowling team, the Lancers, and holder of

a personal lifetime average of 154,
wants for this weekend to be a top

professional bowler and compete in a
major tournament.

You mean he's going to play in a fantasy
island bowling tournament?

Yes. But boss... We have some of the
best bowlers in the world. He's going to

get killed.

Mrs. Naomi Gittings, who now lives in
retirement on the French Riviera.

Pretty nice living.

What's your fantasy?

In part, to relive a fond memory.

25 years ago, Mrs. Gittings was owner
and operator of one of the most popular

traveling circuses in the Western world.

The memories associated with her former
circus are very dear to her.

Now, Mrs. Gittings' fantasy is to bring
all the old acts together for a final

show and reunion.

A command performance, so to speak.

Oh, boy, a circus.

I always loved the circus.

Yes.

Unfortunately, this performance may not
be as enjoyable as you think.

You see, Mrs. Gittings believes that one
of the individuals here for the reunion

will try to murder her.

My dear guests.

I am Mr. Rock, your host. Welcome to
Fantasy Island.

Were you able to find all of them?

Everyone who was on your list is here.
Get in.

I didn't welcome you.

Look at me. I'm so excited I'm trembling
like a leaf.

Naomi. Igor, you mad Russian, you.

Naomi, you look fantastic.

Mr. Roar, Tattoo, I'd like you to meet
Igor Vaskovich, the best animal trainer

in the world. How do you do?

Joseph and Madeline and Victor.

How good to see you.

Oh, uh, Mr. O 'Rourke tattoo.

These are the flying escapades.

Madeline, Joseph, and Victor.

How do you do?

Naomi, darling.

Elena! Oh, Elena, my baby.

This is Elena Stewart.

She's the best solo acrobat there is.
How do you do?

Darling Naomi, I want you to come and
meet my fiancé, a Middle Eastern prince.

Prince Armin? I mean, he isn't near the
throne, but he's simply dripping with

oil money.

All right.

Excuse us.

My poor little... Boss, Mrs. Giddings is
a very nice woman.

Yes, she is.

She seems to be enjoying herself.

I sincerely hope it stays that way.

Look over there at that table. Look over
there. Those three men sitting there.

Aren't they three bowlers you always
watch on TV?

Oh, yeah. Isn't that, what's his name,
Mark? Roth.

Yeah, and Marshall Holman and... Dick
Weber.

Yeah.

Wow, huh?

Honey, is something wrong?

Wrong? What could possibly be wrong?

Well, for openers, you just put
mayonnaise on your napkin and pepper on

fruit salad.

I've been thinking, honey.

If Mr. Rourke does pull off my fantasy
and gets me into that tournament, I'm

going to look like the world's biggest
jerk.

Getting cold feet, Mr. Fielding.

What seems to be the problem?

My problem is a 154 bowling average.

How am I going to compete with those
pros?

Mr. Fielding, this is Fantasy Island.

Here, anything is possible. Anything.

Even miracles.

But most especially miracles.

Mr. Fielding, it is said that a man's
life can be measured by the dreams he

fulfills.

Deep within you resides a power never
before summoned.

A power that can and will make you the
bowler you always knew you could be.

Believe me, Mr. Fielding.

For the next 48 hours, you will be the
bowler you always dreamed you

could be.

Anything you say, Mr.

Rourke.

The tournament on your fantasy began
this afternoon.

We will see you there, Mrs. Fielding.
Come to two.

Good luck, champ.

Thank you.

Mr. Rourke is something.

I mean, he's got me halfway convinced.

Maybe.

Just maybe.

Darling, now, you must promise to have
dinner with us tonight.

Ahmed's being mean. He has to fly away
in the morning. And it's going to be the

last time you're going to be able to see
us before we get married.

All right.

Then I insist you come to my bungalow.
Okay? That would be wonderful.

All right. Wonderful. For you. Bye,
darling. Thank you.

Oh, isn't she wonderful?

Naomi?

Richard.

Hello, darling. I had no idea. Dear, you
were here.

Why weren't you with the rest?

I don't think that they want to see a
drunken old bum any more than I want to

see them.

I had enough of their pity 20 years ago.

What are you doing here, then?

Well, Mr. Rourke invited me.

I haven't a clue.

Well, maybe you wanted to see Elena
again.

Her?

Oh, I lost Elena the night I fell from
that high wire.

I wasn't the star anymore.

I went from central and ring star to
third -rate clown.

The cruelest thing that ever happened to
me was that I lived through the

accident. I'm sorry life treated you so
badly, Richard.

You were always my favorite.

And the best walker on the wire that
ever was.

Good things.

Simmons, it's everything to your
satisfaction.

I'll see you later, baby.

Hard to believe he was once the star of
my show.

He was even married to Elena for a short
time.

And then one night he fell and shattered
his leg, and since then he's been a

bundle of hate.

And even the sawdust, it's all just as I
remembered.

You've done a magnificent job, Mr.
Rourke. The circus, it's like a breath

fresh air.

It's a mighty thing, boss.

Will you excuse me?

Look out!

Are you all right, Mrs. Giddings?

You saved my life.

You bought what I've been given.

Ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the
Fantasy Island Invitational Bowling

Tournament. Today's matches feature
Marshall Holman versus Mark Roth and

Weber against newcomer Lou Fielding.

Oh, wow.

It's like I just died and went to
bowler's heaven.

Oh, but Mr. Rourke, do you really think
those pros are going to let him bowl

with them?

Perhaps you should both see this.

According to the magazine, you are the
fastest rising star on the European

bowling circuit.

And naturally, we've seen to it that
copies were widely distributed

the island. Yes, I seriously doubt that
you will have any acceptance problems

from your peers.

Good luck with Field.

Hey, you're Lou Fielding. I'm Dick
Weber. Hi, Dick.

I'm Mark Roth.

Hi. And I'm Marshall Holman.

Hi.

I know all of you by reputation.

This is my Margaret, wife.

I mean, this is my wife, Margaret.
Hello.

Looking forward to bowling against your
husband, Mrs. Fielding.

Bowlers to your lanes.

The four bowlers with the highest
cumulative scores will advance to the

and then play for the Fantasy Island
Championship tomorrow.

Why, Mr. Fielding?

It's time?

Oh! You know, I think I pulled a muscle
when I was getting out of your car. Oh,

Mr. Fielding, Mr. Fielding.

So many chances in so many lifetimes
were missed because people were afraid

the laughter of others.

Your fantasy was to bowl in a major
tournament such as this. Are you going

let it slip away now?

Are you?

will be one of the best -known bowlers
in the world, Dick Weber.

And he'll be up against the man who's
been the rage of Europe, Lou Beale.

First up is Dick Weber, veteran of 27
years on the pro bowling circuit.

Looking good.

Right in there. Nice groove and a good
way to start.

Dick Weber, out of St. Louis, Missouri.

Dick Weber has been to bowling what Stan
Musial has been to baseball.

26 national titles.

Weber has had 19 sanctioned 300 games
and has earned well in excess of $1

million on the tour.

And he's got two in a row.

The pressure is on right away as Dick
Weber opens up with a pair of strikes.

Next up, Lou Fielding.

Not too much is known about Lou
Fielding. He's made his mark.

on the European circuit, so it'll be
interesting to see how he fares against

this tough competition here today.

In my 20 years of doing bowling on
television, I have never seen a shot

that. But I guess anything that works,
works.

But now Lou needs another strike to
match Dick Webber.

He has an unusual approach as he
releases the ball.

And he has to hit it right.

All right.

Lou Kuehling matches the famous Dick
Webber shot for shot.

right here to win.

Anything less won't do.

That's a 279 for Lou Fielding, folks.
That means that our qualifiers for the

semifinals of the Fantasy Island Bowling
Championships will be Dick Weber,

Marshall Holman, Mark Roth, and Lou
Fielding. Hope to see you all tomorrow.

A 279.

You know, I'm really the bowler I always
dreamed of.

I had it up here all the time. Yeah,
excuse me. Lou, Lou. Yeah. Good feeling.

That's just sensational bowling.

Everybody wants to know what's the
secret of your success.

Well, it's really a matter of style, you
know. And then, of course, there's the

wrist. Wrist action. That's important.
You know what I mean. It's using the

wrist. Yes. Now, this is your first
tournament away from Europe. Do you plan

more? Oh, well, look it. Why not? I
mean, I always say if you got it, flaunt

you know.

Lou, do you think you can continue this
amazing bowling the way you have?

Lou, you're just a sensation.

Lou! Lou!

Lou!

This rope

was deliberately cut.

and the pole had been partially sawed
through.

I told you someone was trying to kill
me, Mr. Roark.

When did you first suspect?

Some months ago.

My car and the cars of my former booking
agents, Jack Woodman and Ernie Duran,

were tampered with.

I was lucky that they were both killed,
and my circus was our only connection.

I still can't believe that one of my
children would want to murder me. For

Well, as you said this afternoon, a man
can change radically in 20 years.

Perhaps your ex -star should be high on
our list of suspects.

Richard?

Well, he has changed.

He's so bitter and hateful.

Murder.

We must be extremely careful.

I'll have someone keeping a round -the
-clock watch on Mr.

Simmons. I will advise you to remain
inside your bungalow this evening.

I will, Mr. Rourke.

Elena and her fiancé come into my
bungalow for dinner.

Good. In about an hour.

Oh, it's fine. You saved my life today,
Mr. Rourke.

You're a brave man.

A good friend.

Good night, Miss Giffey. Good night.

Bon, I'm very worried about her.

Do you mind if I keep an eye on her?

Of course.

She couldn't be in better hands.

Thank you, boss.

My gang!

Thanks, Lou. You're terrific.

Anything for a fan.

Hey, isn't that great? It's everything I
ever dreamed of.

Oh, really?

Me dancing with that sex bomb who can
hardly fit into her dress?

Lou! Hey, Lou!

Lou, baby, long time no see!

Good to see you.

I couldn't believe you was in this here
tournament.

Always figured you was just another slob
hanging around the bowling alley.

Now look at you. The big time.

It really feels good, Manny. You was a
thousand to one shot when this here

tourney started.

Now it's thirty to one and still coming
down.

Hey, Lou, I gotta run.

It's good seeing you, baby.

Keep in touch.

Go, Manny.

Oh, boy. You know that was Manny the
Turk?

Used to be a bookie back in St. Paul.

Swell guy.

Oh, yeah. While you were dancing,
another swell guy dropped off these

real estate brochures.

Oh, yeah. I asked him to.

Why? Why?

We're talking about big money once I hit
the tour.

Hit the tour, you?

Yeah. You saw me ball today.

Look, even if I end up in fourth place
in a tournament, I get $4 ,000.

But I'm not going to end up in fourth
place. I'm going to do better than that,

Margaret.

I got the feeling I could win all the
marbles.

Yeah, it'll be the good life for us.

Swimming pools, mink coats, maybe even
my old private bowling alley.

Come on, babe, let's do it on the dance
floor.

Oh,

do you mind, Margaret?

Mind me? No, of course not.

No, you two go ahead and do it on the
dance floor.

You're really swell.

What did I do?

What did you do?

Well, for openers, you spent all evening
doing it on the dance floor with a hat

-naked disco queen.

I'm sorry, honey.

Lou, I'm just asking you to remember who
you are, for heaven's sake, and where

you are.

This is Fantasy Island.

It's all just a fantasy.

After tomorrow night, it's going to all
be over. We're going to go back to being

plain old Lou and Margaret Fielding.

Lou, it's all a fantasy.

Fantasy.

I guess I did get carried away.

a jerk.

The money I blew tonight could have paid
for Petey's orthodontist.

No, I didn't mean to come off sounding
like such a shrew. I'm sorry, honey.

No, no, listen, this is your fantasy,
big guy.

You go ahead and enjoy it while you can.

I love you, Maggie Fielding.

I'm still going to buy you that mink
coat.

I've got something a whole lot better,
and it doesn't cost us a penny.

Um, you turn out the light, and I'll
meet you in the bedroom.

24 hours more of fantasy.

You was a thousand to one shot when this
here tourney started.

Now it's 30 to one and still coming
down.

Maybe there's still a way to get
swimming pools and mink coats and... 30

You would have loved my circus tattoo.

The glamour and excitement.

And all those pretty girls. Oh, yes.

And the challenge.

A new audience every night in a new
town.

And all those pretty girls.

Tattoo. There was more to my circus than
just pretty girls.

It was marvelously exciting.

What a wonderful life. Oh, how I miss
it.

It's really a shame all of this had to
be put together to try to catch a

murderer.

Easy, boy.

Easy.

Easy, boy.

Get back.

Get back.

Get back.

Whoever left that cage open could have
gotten you both killed.

I hate to ask this, but could it have
been deliberate?

Perhaps.

But our key suspect has been in his
trailer under surveillance since

Mr. Work!

Mr. Simmons is gone. I'm sorry, you must
have slipped out the back window of his

trailer. What?

Then it was Richard.

Arrange a search party immediately, Mr.
Simmons. Must be stopped before it's too

late. Yes, sir.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to
the Fantasy Island Invitational Bowling

Tournament. In today's semifinal
matches, we will feature Dick Weber,

Holman, Mark Roth, and Lou Fielding.

Preceding the semifinal matches, each
bowler will be permitted four warm -up

throws, and then the competition begins.
Oh, Manny.

You've been looking for me? Yeah.

Are the odds on me still 30 to 1?

They were when I called Vegas an hour
ago.

You looking for some action?

Well, maybe.

You know anybody who'd take a $70 ,000
bet at 30 to 1 at?

Where'd you get those kind of bucks?

It's everything I got.

Car, house, insurance policy,
everything.

So, I'll make a phone call and lay down
the bet.

Yeah.

First, let's see how I do in this round,
okay?

Boulders to your lanes.

The first match will feature Marshall
Holman against newcomer Lou Fielding.

What happened?

Don't tell me you were experimenting
with

that rocket inside the house.

Coleman finishes with a fine 259, which
means that Luke Fielding must get a

spare in the final frame in order to win
the match and then advance to the

finals.

Luke Fielding

leaves the 7 -10 split. Do you realize
the odds of a bowler making the 7 -10?

And Lou Fielding has got to have this in
order to win. It's almost impossible.

The concentration of Lou.

Lou Fielding, the impossible 7 -10
split. Lou

Fielding wins.

Lou Fielding wins by a single shot. Lou
Fielding, 260.

Marshall Holman, 259. And that sets up
the championship finals tonight.

Blue fielding against the winner of the
December Mark Roth match. That'll be for

the Fantasy Island Championships.

Hope to see you all out here at 8 o
'clock tonight.

Hell of a game, Lou. Terrific.

Bet it all, Manny. The whole 70 ,000 car
house, everything.

I'm so proud of you.

I see.

Thank you.

I regret to report that Mr.

Simmons is still at large.

Yes.

Now, as I was previously saying, I am
sorry if certain deceptions were

in getting you all to Fantasy Island,
but they were necessary to protect Mrs.

Gitting's life.

But, Mr. Rourke, what is Richard's
motive for killing?

Who knows?

The man has been in and out of various
hospitals and sanitariums. Oddly enough,

though, every medical report states that
he is a non -violent person.

Why did you do it?

Tattoo, call the ambulance, quickly.

I'm afraid Mr. Simmons is dead.

His heart.

For his sake, I'm... I'm almost glad
it's over.

Poor Richard.

If I led you to believe, it's all over.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Giddings.

It is not.

I don't understand.

I can assure you Mr.

Simmons is not the murderer.

better matchup in the finals of the
Fantasy Island Invitational Bowling

Tournament. Both Lou Fielding and Mark
Roth are rolling perfect games thus far.

Top break. There goes Mark Roth's bid
for a perfect game.

Now, if Lou Fielding can hit three
strikes in a row, he'll win the game and

tournament.

Hey, somebody turn the lights on. Hey,
what's going on here?

Anybody got a flashlight?

Mr.

Roark, what's happening? Well, I'm
terribly sorry, Mr. Fielding, but our

generator seems to have failed.

Oh, it's a shame. The tournament will
have to be postponed until tomorrow.

Tomorrow? Yes.

But you told me my fantasy would end at
midnight tonight. Yes, I'm afraid your

fantasy to be a great bowler will be at
an end.

But you may still finish the tournament,
if you like.

What?

As a lousy 154 bowler? I am sorry, Mr.
Fielding.

Very sorry.

Indeed.

Modern stuff, darling. Thanks.

Now we will just wait.

Wait? For what?

For the drug to take effect.

Drug? What are you talking about?

Well, you see, Naomi, this is the final
stage of a, if I may be so modest, a

very well -worked -out plan.

It would have been much more difficult
for me if you hadn't been kind enough to

bring everyone to Fantasy Island.

It did make my plan move along faster,
and it made it possible for dear Richard

to become the perfect suspect.

Suspect?

Do you mean it was you?

Of course.

No, no, no, no, no.

Not... This time, this time, I'm in
charge.

And I'm afraid you're going to have to
die now.

Elena, why?

Money. Is there ever any other reason?

Before I can marry the prince, I have to
get rid of everyone who knows anything

about Richard and me.

Oh, they behead people in Ahmed's
country for things like bigamy.

Bigamy? I don't understand.

I thought you knew.

Richard and I are still...

We're still married.

My annulment was rejected.

He refused to give me a divorce.

Jack and Ernie know.

That's why I had to kill them.

What did you put in my drink?

Oh, just the same thing that I slipped
into dear Richard's bottle.

It seemed to make him a little bit
crazy, but... But I do think it was the

combination of the drugs and the alcohol
that made him so violent.

Of course, I had no way of knowing that
his heart would give out.

How convenient the power failure.

It's going to make it seem so natural
when they come in and discover your

charred body.

What a clumsy accident.

Both.

She's going to be okay.

Mr. Simmons?

Richard.

How did you know it was me?

I didn't.

At least not until Mr. Simmons recovered
consciousness in the infirmary and told

me that you had drugged him.

But still, I couldn't be sure. So, based
on that piece of information, we staged

his death in order to draw you into this
little trap.

But, honey, where you been?

Walking and thinking.

Margaret, I got something awful to tell
you.

We're wiped out.

What?

Wiped out.

You're married to a fool, a jerk.

You know, last night before the lights
went out?

I bet everything we own on me to win the
tournament.

Everything?

Look, if you want a divorce, I won't
contest it. I'll work two jobs. You and

kids are going to be okay. I just don't
believe I'm hearing any of this.

30 to 1.

He said 30 to 1.

Margaret, I'm really sorry.

Sorry?

That's the understatement of the year.

Didn't you hear what I said?

We're broke, flat, busted.

I know.

So what?

So what?

Lou. You know, Mother always said this
was going to happen. She said, don't you

marry that Lou feeling. He's a dreamer.
He's a dreamer, Margaret. One day you're

going to wake up with nothing.

Guess the old bat was right about
something.

Lou.

No, she wasn't.

We still have each other, honey.

Honey, we still have the kids.

ever tell you that you're the best wife
in the whole world?

Yeah.

Please feel free to throw a couple of
practice shots, will you?

If you'll recall last night when we had
the freak power failure, Mark Roth

finished with a 299.

And Lou Fielding thus needs a perfect
300 game to win.

No wonder he's decided to take a
practice shot.

And it's a cutter ball. Can you believe
that? But thank goodness for Lou. That's

a practice ball or else he could have
kissed his perfect 300 game goodbye.

Mr. Rourke, excuse me, hon.

Excuse me.

Mr. Rourke, listen.

The only reason I showed up is because I
want to be sure to qualify for that

second place money.

You know, the $10 ,000 could really give
us a new start.

Are you ready to accept second place so
readily?

You're only three strikes away from
winning the championship.

Oh, come on. I never threw three
consecutive strikes in my whole life

came here.

Concentrate, Mr. Fielding.

You believed you could do it before.

Didn't you?

Well, perhaps if you believe again.

But before I had your help. With enough
faith in yourself, perhaps you won't

need my help.

After all, what have you got to lose?

Everything, Mr. Rourke.

Precisely my point. You have a chance to
lose everything or win.

Everything you ever dreamed of.

Concentrate, Mr. Fielding.

Concentrate. Yes.

Concentrate.

Concentrate.

No practice this time. Everything is on
the line.

Lou takes careful aim.

Looks good, looks good.

has to let that gutter ball, his
practice shot, bother him at all. He's

with a great deal of confidence. Very
relaxed and smooth.

But now, if he can get just two more,
he'll be able to

get the victory.

So close, but yet so far.

Now sometimes the toughest thing in
bowling is to try to string two

Good release of the ball. Good carry.
Good carry. Hooking nicely. It's in

And Lou feeling is just one strike away
from a perfect 300 game and victory

in this tournament.

This is crazy.

One more strike and we're millionaires.
Listen, Lou. No matter what happens now,

I love you.

Okay? Okay.

Go get them. Go get them.

Mark Roth is already finished with the
299, and that means that Lou Fielding

must have a nine to tie or a strike to
win.

You can cut the tension with a knife. A
hush settles over this audience.

Golfers talk about their pressure putts,
but Lou Fielding really has a pressure

throw right now. Look at that four and
that seven.

Thank you so much for just everything,
Mr. Rohr.

How does that seem to be a millionaire?

A whole lot better than being poor.

Which we almost were.

Well, we're going home and buy the
Bollorama.

Oh.

Maybe it'll be a stop for the pro tour
someday.

I'm sure it will, Mr. Fielding. Good
luck.

Thank you.

Bye. Bye.

Bye. Bye.

Thank you, Mr. Roar. Good to talk to
you. I am sorry that a lot of wonderful

memories have to be sacrificed in order
to uncover the truth, Mrs. Hittings.

I suppose it was meant to be.

But Richard is coming home with me.

Oh. Naomi's asked me to be partner with
her in her new circus.

Really?

You see, I realized how much I missed it
this weekend.

Oh, will you please then have some
opening night ticket, please?

Quite I will.

I mean, we will.

Goodbye, Miss Giddens. Bye -bye.
Goodbye, Miss Simmons.

Bye -bye. Goodbye.

Oh, tell me, Dadu, what's happened to
Cousin Hugo's get -rich -quick -rockets

scheme? Did you give it up?

Oh, no.

It's perfect now.

Really?

Well, I suppose this does call for a
celebration, doesn't it? Thank you.

To you, Tattoo, and to your cheap... I
apologize, inexpensive

rocket fuel.

It's a delicious drink.

Rocket fuel.

You drink two of them and you fly right
to the moon.