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Good morning, boss. Good morning, Tata.

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

Oh, is that Mr. Crenshaw?

Mr. Alan Crenshaw, yes, indeed.

I remember seeing his name on your list, but he didn't say where he came from.

From a very long way off the tomb.

He does not seem to be very happy to be here.

Mr. Kulcho hasn't had a single moment of happiness in an entire year.

All he asks for now is peace of mind and of the spirit.

Some fantasy.

But how are you going to do that?

By arranging a reunion with three people from his past and giving him the

opportunity to prove he's not what they think he is.

A thief.

that lady?

Miss Suzanne Lohmann, the singer.

She's a very big star.

Movies, musical comedy, records.

She's a wonderful actress.

Tattoo, I had no knowledge of your interest in that kind of music.

Oh, yes.

I saw her on the stage on a wonderful show.

Autumn Heart by Edmund Dumont. Miss Lohmann, she's so famous, so rich.

Why does she need a fantasy?

Everyone has a fantasy tattoo.

And Miss Lowman's is to meet the composer whose music has enthralled her

the years and lifted her to the heights of stardom, Mr. Edmond Dumont himself.

You mean she never met him?

No, Tattoo.

Very few have.

I am afraid that Miss Lowman is about to undergo the most bizarre experience

Fantasy Island has ever known.

My dear guests, I am Miss Rock, your host.

Welcome. You fantasy -eyed.

Thank you, Mahalo.

Now then, Mr. Colcho, let me see if I have the facts straight.

You were the pilot of a private aircraft which crashed in a remote area, a

wilderness.

Three people who were among your passengers accused you of abandoning

there, leaving them to die.

Am I correct?

Yes, but it's not true.

It isn't going to be easy to convince them.

You can't expect your enemies to take your words for it.

White feathers.

The traditional symbol of cowardice.

I've been carrying them all these months as a badge of shame to remind me of

what I must do.

My enemies, as you call them. The three people who branded me as a deserter who

were once my dearest friends, Mr. Rourke. I know that they'll believe me

can just tell them face to face what really happened.

And I'm going to ask each of them to accept one of those as a symbol of my

innocence.

I see.

You say you will tell them what really happened. The problem, Mr. Colcho, is

you be sure of that yourself?

The plane crash occurred exactly one year ago today, and you were hurt. A

injury, a concussion.

Yeah, well, uh, some of the facts are a little hazy.

Exactly. A concussion always involves a loss of memory.

The two?

This pendant has special powers, Mr. Colchon.

It enables the wearer to recall past events of his life precisely as they

happened.

To actually relive them.

And most importantly, to share the experience with others.

All you have to do is to wear the pendant.

concentrate on it, and you will have total recall.

That's fantastic.

I must remind you of the one condition which I am obliged to impose.

No physical violence.

No matter what happens to you, whatever dangers you find yourself in, however

much you are provoked, you are not to strike back, or your fantasy will end

instantly.

I'm afraid I accept that condition.

Very well.

Now, where can I find my friends?

Be patient. A little longer, Mr. Cossio.

Why don't you go to the bar, have a refreshment, huh?

That's not a bad idea.

Been quite a while since I had a good belt.

Mr. Rourke, I'm, uh, very grateful.

Miss Lohmann, Mr.

Dumont is a very private person.

He's never seen in public, never photographed.

Here on the island, Mr. Dumont has found the total seclusion he requires.

Behind this wall is his private estate.

I've sung every song he's ever written, and I've been wondering about him for

years. I can hardly believe I'm going to meet him at last. He must be a very

beautiful person.

Well, I see what you mean about total seclusion.

Yes.

And remember that you are Mr. Dumont's first and only guest.

He may not observe the usual protocol.

I'll remember. Thank you.

Let me ask you one thing, Mr. Rourke. Of course.

Do you believe it's possible to fall in love with a person because of his art?

Are a man and his music one and the same thing?

You must answer that for yourself, Miss Lohman.

There's no bell.

There's not even a doorknob, Mr. Rourke.

Mr. Rourke?

Huh?

Won't you please come in, Miss Lowman?

We've been expecting you.

I'll tell the master you're here.

Come on.

Which one of you two organized it for you? No, no, no, not me, Nina, honestly.

The plane ticket arrived upstairs in the mail. I thought I was due a long

weekend. So why waste it?

Don't look at me either.

Well, somebody wanted to bring the three of us together here on the anniversary

of the plane crash. Who?

Why?

Maybe your answer is sitting right over there.

It can't be.

I'm going to find out.

Kolschoff? Right?

Alan Kolschoff.

Hello, Jake.

Hello, pal.

Your gut was creeping a cow.

Lena.

All I ask is that you listen to me.

That's enough.

It's the knock it off. That's it. Easy.

Come on. Easy, easy. I think you better get out of here, sir, for your own

safety.

Come on. All right. Come on.

Easy.

Come on. Get out of here.

Come on. All right.

Nice. Relax.

Now have another drink. Thank you.

Is everything all right, miss?

I'm afraid I'm not very hungry.

Just nervous, I guess.

I'm so sorry.

I hope it wasn't the animals frightening you.

They're quite tame, really.

And they give Master Dumont so much pleasure.

They're almost like family.

Where is Mr. Dumont?

He won't join you in a little while.

Tell me, what does he look like?

I wouldn't know.

I've never seen him.

I don't think I understand.

I'm blind.

Oh.

I'm so sorry.

These are all of me.

Photographs, reviews.

Yes, Miss Lohman.

The master is your greatest fan.

I, uh... I had to talk to you.

How could you do it, Alan?

How could you just abandon me?

How could you believe I did?

I loved you, Lena.

Did you?

Or was it only I who cared?

I would like the truth, Alan.

The truth, Lena.

The absolute truth.

I don't know what caused the plane to crash.

I guess it was some kind of structural failure.

I couldn't hold her.

We didn't even have time to get off a radio call.

We were over the high country. Nothing but bridges and trees everywhere.

I knew we were going in.

I was hoping maybe I could slide her down one of the hillsides.

The radio's smashed.

There's no way to give anyone opposition.

It's as if I was seeing it happen all over again.

I'm sorry to put you through this, Lena.

Oh, no, no. I asked you for the truth.

But the most important thing is, why did you leave us?

From Rainbow Lake.

How I love that role.

When first I saw you by the lake...

I'm sorry to interrupt your work, but please don't send me away.

I'll be very quiet, I promise.

You must excuse me. I'm... I'm not prepared. You... You

must give me more time, Miss Lohman.

Susan, there's no need to stand on ceremony.

I've waited so long for this moment.

I feel like we've known each other for years.

Edmund.

Your music.

So alive.

So aware.

From the first moment I heard it, I knew that we were destined to be together.

Oh, my.

I sound like a romantic schoolgirl.

Edmund. Why won't you look at me?

Aren't you glad we're finally together?

You and our party were dead.

Willis and Noonan.

A third, Brett Nilsen, was dying.

He has to speak to me.

I remember.

He was delirious.

He was trying to tell me that I shouldn't blame myself for the crash.

He said that he knew that I had done my best, and he died.

That's when we checked the map.

And we found that there was a chalet on the other side of the ridge.

There was a good chance there'd be a phone there.

It was only 12 miles away, but...

The territory in between was some of the roughest in the state.

Jesse, you're the only one that can move. You have to handle things here.

Okay. Then you volunteered to go.

I came to a river, started to swim across.

The current was stronger than I thought, and I went under.

That's all I remember.

Are you sure?

I hit my head on a rock.

Indonesia. That's why you never came back for us. You lost your memory.

That's why you waited so long.

I had to wait.

Alan, what about the diamonds?

What diamonds?

The Angola Blues.

It all came out at the inquiry.

Brett Nielsen was a diamond courier. He was carrying a set of five match stones

worth over two million.

I didn't know that.

You all thought that I'd taken it?

Well, you were talking to Nielsen just before he died.

When the rescue party recovered his body, the stones were missing.

And they've been showing up one at a time over the last three months in New

York. Lena, I swear to you, I knew nothing about those diamonds.

Now, you've got to believe me.

You know, I don't know why.

I feel so sure, but...

I believe you, Alan.

The three of you branded me as a coward.

In other words, you gave me a white feather.

Will you take it back?

Alan, how can we get back to the way we were?

Is it possible?

You're not Edmond Dumont.

You can't be.

I am the man whose music you have sung with such... such incredible artistry

insight. Music you alone have understood.

Your unique talent, your eloquence, your sweetness... gave me the courage to go

on.

To live.

When all else seemed hopeless.

Susan.

Please.

Leave me alone.

You, of all people on this earth, I thought could see beyond this misshapen

clay. I felt sure you would understand me as you understand my music.

See me as you sing it.

That you would know the loneliness, the terror in me.

I am condemned to live all my life in solitude and shadow.

Hiding myself from a world that cannot bear the sight of me.

I was foolish enough to hope that you could release me from this prison.

Forgive me, Susan.

I should never have brought you here.

You brought me?

I reached out for you with every note, every chord, my whole being set to

imploring you to come to me, to be with me always.

The lyrics speaking my love.

Every word meant for you alone.

And your heart heard me.

Felt my love.

It did.

Didn't it, Susan?

If you love me, you'll let me go.

Let me leave this place.

You are free to go.

After you've heard my new ballad, it was written for this moment for our

meeting.

Just hear it. That's all I ask of you.

Then, if you still wish to leave, I... I will release you.

I'll hear it.

Just give me some time to get myself together.

Excuse me.

I'll be right back.

Mr. Rourke, can I speak to you for a minute? Oh, of course, Mr. Coach. What

about?

My enemies. What else?

Will you excuse us for a moment at the room? Sure.

Emerson once said, he who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare.

And he who has one enemy will meet him everywhere.

Well, that's just a strange part of it. My so -called enemies, Jake, Jesse, they

mean nothing to me now.

I've got Lena back, and that's all that matters.

Mr. Rourke, I want to change my fantasy.

All I ask is that I be allowed to stay here forever.

I am sorry.

You know that's quite impossible.

I know now.

But it was really Lena that I came here for. Mr. Colshaw, you did not suffer

amnesia. You actually drowned in that river. You were given a reprieve by a

power infinitely greater than I.

Brought back to life of 48 hours. You drowned, Mr. Colshaw.

This is the first time I've granted a fantasy to a dead man.

Mr. Rourke. Ah, Mr. Derwood, what a pleasure. Please have a seat, won't you?

Good, then you know who I am. But of course, Miss Susan Lohman's personal

manager, the man who has guided her entire career.

It is my business to know such matters, Mr. Derwood. Well, there's one thing you

obviously don't know. Susan Miss Lohman is giving a concert in London the day

after tomorrow.

London. Indeed.

That's wonderful, Mr.

Derwood. Well, it's wonderful if she shows up.

But if she doesn't, they'll sue us for breach.

I've got to talk to her. Where is she?

I'm sorry, I cannot divulge Miss Lowman's present whereabouts.

But she will be back tomorrow.

Tomorrow will be too late. I regret to say that is the best I can do, Mr.

Derwin. Well, I'll find her, Mr. Rourke. Your island can't be that big.

It's just you and me now.

Let's get at it, huh?

I'm not gonna fight you, Jake.

Go on. Beat the hell out of me if it's gonna make you feel any better.

Oh, you're not whisking in my knuckles on, you know that?

You always did have a sense of fair play, Jake.

Can't hit a man who won't defend himself.

You got no guts.

You hear me?

You disgust me.

Jake.

You'd think a fair -minded man would want to hear my side of the story.

That's all I'm asking.

How about it?

All right, but make it short.

I want you to think back.

We're in the plane.

Suddenly she goes into a dive.

But at least they are talking.

Yes, my friend.

If men would talk and listen to each other more.

The world would have fewer problems.

People who are busy talking don't have the time to make war.

I thought I just said that.

You didn't take the diamonds from Niels?

I didn't even know anything about them.

You know, it's strange, but I almost believe you.

Almost.

If I had taken those stones, would I be here now telling you all this?

No, I guess not.

But let me ask you something.

You arranged this little reunion, didn't you?

Yeah, well, in a way.

Yeah.

I know what that stands for.

Okay, Alan.

I accept your story. I don't know why.

But I do.

And listen to me.

I'm sorry.

One more to go. Where's Jesse?

Oh, we ran the boat, went fishing. He should be back any time now. Come on,

me buy you a drink at the bar. Thanks.

But I'll take a rain check.

You got it.

That's far enough, Calshaw.

I've got nothing to say to you.

Look, Jesse, if you just listen to me... I don't talk to a thief or a coward.

Get off my ship.

Toby, Kako, get rid of him.

You heard, Mr. Mason.

Get...

You are not to strike back, or your fantasy will end instantly.

Go on, get out.

My entire life has been a rehearsal for this moment.

When I play my music just for you.

I realize all this has been a great shock for you. I thought of writing to

to warn you in some way, but I was afraid you wouldn't come.

Susan, don't do this!

Susan, wait!

Please, wait!

Stay away from me!

Susan, don't do this!

Susan!

Susan, don't go!

Please, wait!

Susan! Susan!

No, Susan, wait. Let me talk to you.

Let me go.

You tricked me into coming here. Tricked me with your music.

But you do feel love for me.

I know you do. That's why you came.

Like some poor ghost, Mr. Rourke.

Jesse won't listen to me, and the pendant is at the bottom of the harbor.

sorry.

Do you realize the gravity of your situation?

In one hour, you must return to the other side.

And unless you have delivered the third feather, you will remain a restless

spirit in limbo for all eternity, were those not your very words.

I'll never convince Jesse without the pendant.

You can do it, Mr. Colshaw, and I shall help you by removing the restriction on

physical violence.

Yes, you can defend yourself with actions as well as words. You don't need

pendant, Mr. Colshaw.

Stand on your own feet.

It's the only way you can go to your rest.

45 minutes.

Oh, at the dock.

Right.

Well, I got a plane waiting. Clear skies from here to London and Fantasy Island

is going to be nothing but a bad fantasy.

May I come in, Mr. Dilwood?

I just heard of your experience, Ms. Lohman.

Are you all right?

I'll be fine, Mr. Rourke.

But you could have warned me.

If I had.

Would you have believed me?

I guess not.

Then it wasn't just some kind of hallucination?

Edmond Dumont's family is said to bear an ancient Gallic curse

passed on to one male each seventh generation.

Whatever the origin of the deformity, Edmond Dumont grew up shunned.

My people.

With only the creatures of the forest and his music to keep him company.

Well, naturally, I feel sorry for him.

Hey, baby, we don't have a lot of time.

Can anything be done for him? Oh, every curse can be broken.

With the right cure, of course.

But you were his last hope.

That's not fair, Mr. Rourke. He tricked me.

Mr. Rourke, what is it?

Mr.

Dumont is dying, Miss Norman, of loneliness,

of a broken heart.

By midnight, he will be dead.

If Edmond Dumont dies, the world will be a much poorer place.

Please, Mr. Rourke, turn it off.

Oh, certainly.

With a flick of a finger.

But I can turn it on again, Miss Lomond.

How much more of Edmond Dumont's music, as yet unwritten, will you be turning

off forever if you do not go back and help him?

Are you prepared to deprive the world of that music?

That beauty?

Are you?

Mike, you better make some more phone calls. I'm sorry.

Are you crazy? You've got a contract.

Jesse!

Jesse, have you seen Alan?

Yeah, I just threw him off.

Oh, no.

Listen, we've been wrong about him.

Jesse, you've got to hear his side of the story.

I see he's really got you two guys gone, hasn't he?

Well, he's not going to make a sucker out of me.

He not only stole those diamonds, leaving us by that wreck was a form of

attempted murder.

I'm going to turn him in.

Why now, Jesse?

Why didn't you go to the authorities yesterday when you first saw me here on

island? Why did you wait until now?

You don't want to listen to me because you already know the truth, don't you?

Look at me, Jesse.

Look at me!

Lena. Jake, how well did you know Brett Nielsen before you came aboard my plane?

Well, I didn't. He was Jake's friend.

Mine, I thought.

It must have been Jesse who brought him along.

Yes, come to think of it, I remember the two of them talking together.

In that case, we can assume that Jesse was the only one that knew Nielsen was a

diamond courier.

I remember now.

After you left for help, I swam beside Nielsen's body.

You took the diamonds.

And when Alan didn't come back, you put the blame on him.

Because you thought Alan was dead.

I'm sorry.

There is not much time.

Uh, excuses, please.

Lena, I, uh... I must go now.

Well, take me with you.

It's impossible.

But I... I don't understand.

You will. And understand this, too.

I love you.

I love you very, very much.

Please, please take me with you.

I have no choice.

But we'll be together again.

I promise you that one day we will be together.

Thank you, Mr. Rourke.

Thank you for everything.

Alan? I'm sorry.

He has left.

Maestro, are you all right?

Only soon.

That's where I belong.

Out there with them.

My own kind.

Master!

Master! Come back!

Tiffany, I love what your music says.

What you give the world.

Mr. Rourke, thank you for bringing me here and for letting me see Alan again.

You realize it was really for you that he came back.

And I can assure you that now he has found peace.

I've learned something very special, very beautiful.

Goodbye. Goodbye, Miss Jordan. Goodbye, John.

Thank you.

You're welcome, Mr. Mori.

Boss, what do you mean by he found his piece?

The survivors of that plane crash weren't rescued just by luck, my friend.

A forestry helicopter spotted Mr. Kulcher's backpack on the riverbank.

Oh, and they made a search of the area? That's how they found the plane wreck,

yes.

The man they called a coward was really a hero.

Indeed, Tattoo.

He gave his life for his friends.

He gave his life?

You mean we've been entertaining a... a god?

My dear Tattoo, don't tell me you are prejudiced.

Mr. Rourke, words can't express the way we feel. Would you please accept a

simple thank you? Of course, although there is no need for it. It was your

which brought about this happy conclusion.

That set me free.

How could you possibly have known that it would?

There is always a way, maestro, especially on Fantasy Island.

Mr. Rourke, the music we make together will tell you how grateful we are.

I'm sure.

But more importantly, together you will enrich the whole world.

Goodbye, old friend. Goodbye, Maestro.

Bye, Miss Lowman.

Hmm? Did Mr. Dumont really have an animal face?

What do you think, Tattoo?

Was that just the way Miss Lowman saw him?

A trick of the mind?

The only thing that really matters is...

Now we know she loves him as a man, not just for his music.