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Good morning, boss. Good morning, Tattoo.

Let's go.

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

Who are they, Boggs?

They, Tattoo, constitute the Otis T.

Boggs clan, owners of a small farm in the Ozark Mountains.

Which fantasy is it?

The fantasy belongs to Mr.

Hadley Boggs, that young man bringing up the rear.

Him? He belongs to the clan?

Yes. But he looks more like a city boy.

Indeed he is. Now, young Mr. Boggs left the Ozarks eight years ago to gain an

education. Earlier this year, he was graduated from MIT.

What's his fantasy?

A very simple, very selfless one to two.

Mr. Hadley Boggs is filled with a great deal of gratitude.

His parents and his sister sacrificed considerably in order to send him to

school.

Now he wants to take them away from their poverty for just a little while.

Well, I hope it works.

They look like fish out of water.

That's right, Tatum.

That's what worries me.

Fish out of water frequently end up in the frying pan.

Oh, God, she's beautiful.

Who is she?

That is Miss Janet Martin, Tatooine. She's here to compete in the Fantasy

Gymnastics Tournament.

And that's the matter with her?

Yes, Mrs. Mabel Martin. And the other young girl is Mrs. Martin's niece, Miss

Trudy Brown.

She's here for the tournament also, but I'm afraid she has very little chance of

winning. Why? She's not any good, boss?

Do you remember the story of Cinderella, Tatooine?

Oh, is that Trudy's wicked aunt?

No, not wicked, but not caring.

And more than anything else in the world, Trudy wants someone to care about

You see, Miss Brown has no confidence.

She's convinced she's second rate in everything.

Then she's the one with the fantasy.

Correct. Just for once, Miss Trudy Brown would like to be in control, make

things happen, instead of having them happen to her.

What kind of things?

That, my friend, is the question.

And the danger.

My dear guest, I am Mr. Rock, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Thank you.

Why don't you stop right here, driver? Let everyone enjoy the fine view.

My goodness, Mr. Roark.

That's what I call a first -rate hotel.

Oh, that's not a hotel, Mr. Boggs.

That's your home away from home.

I bet even Roy Clark don't have a place this big.

I'll tell you one thing for sure. When our son throws a fantasy for his family,

he don't leave nothing undone. Now, come on. We don't want to stay out here. Our

fantasy will be overcome Monday.

Oh, Mr. Roark, who are them folk up there?

They are your household staff waiting to meet you. Oh, one final detail.

You will be hosting a cocktail party at 4 o 'clock.

Cocktail party?

Well, how can we host a cocktail party when we don't know anybody to invite?

Don't worry.

The boss took care of it. I took the liberty of inviting the ten wealthiest

guests on Fantasy Island.

Millionaires. Millionaires? Did you hear that, Ma? I always wanted to meet a

real live millionaire.

And so you shall, Mr. Boggs.

Oh, here, Sonny, let me help you. Pa, Pa, let him be. He's only doing his job.

Oh, come on, girl. Catch him.

Ten millionaires and their ladies are going to attend a party hosted by four

the brokest hillbillies ever to set foot on fantasy island.

Why? Very simple, Mr. Boggs. That is a copy of today's Fantasy Island

Multi -millionaires arrive on Fantasy Island?

May I, Mr. Boggs?

Boggs' family has vast mineral holdings.

Uranium strike worth...

Billions?

Mr. Rourke, all my folks got left is a 10 -acre chicken scratch in challah. I

mean, they had to sell the best part of their farm just to send me to school.

Well, you know, newspapers sometimes embellish, especially about society

affairs.

Journalistic license?

Yes.

This is embarrassing, Mr. Rourke.

A family of poor dirt farmers rubbing shoulders with all that golden glitter.

What have I done to my folks?

It's like giving them a whole pile of toys on Christmas and taking them back

next day.

Does that mean that you want my boss to cancel your fantasy?

I'm not sure.

Hadley! Hadley, you just gotta come in and look. It's purely unbelievable. It's

just like a castle. There's running water, electricity, color TV, and it all

works. And servants dogging you everywhere.

Mr. Boggs, you must make a decision.

What time's the party?

4 p .m.

Tattoo,

why don't you try the other side of the island?

There are some excellent places to hide.

You give me a job. Call the newspaper, you say. And give them the Boggs party

announcement. That's all I said.

Boggs, please.

I'm the best assistant you ever had, right?

That is not the issue. We're talking about multi -millionaires, uranium yet.

Society paper.

They always exaggerate, you say.

Without an ounce of help from you, of course.

Do you realize what would happen if they actually spend money which they do not

have? The trouble they could get into?

Uranium.

Ah, sweat for me.

You seem unhappy, Miss Brown.

Are you disappointed with Fancy Island?

Oh, no. No, Mr. Rourke.

It's even more beautiful than I expected.

Well, I guess this seems pretty silly, but I kind of hope that I might change,

too. Oh?

Look at me.

As plain as ever.

Miss Brown, your fantasy is to make things happen in your life.

You don't need beauty to win a gymnastics competition.

Would it be asking...

Too much just to be a little pretty, too?

I mean, it would help me with my confidence, wouldn't it?

Perhaps the self -confidence, faith in yourself, should come first.

Others see you as you see yourself.

I guess you're right.

However, Miss Brown...

This mirror was made for Helen of Troy, or so the legend says.

No one is certain what the material is, but it was crafted so perfectly that it

reflects images without the slightest distortion.

Look into it, Miss Brown.

Tell me what you see.

An ugly duckling.

Beauty emanates from within.

See yourself as I see you.

Your figure slim and graceful.

Your skin smooth as cream.

Your eyes sparkling jewel.

How did you do it?

I did nothing, the two of them.

Miss Brown made it happen by getting a look at herself as she really is within

her soul.

Can I make other things happen?

Oh, indeed.

What kind of things?

You will find out soon enough.

Use your power wisely, Miss Brown.

But I warn you, the price will be very high.

I am so happy.

Thank you.

Oh, well, that's very interesting, but about the car, Mr. Boggs.

Oh!

Uh... How much did you say that was?

Only $86 ,000 out the door.

That'd have to be a pretty big door, wouldn't it? Oh, well, we're not talking

cash, Mr. Boggs. Just sign this paper and the car is yours.

Oh, I got it. That's all part of the fantasy, ain't it? Well, owning a car

that out front is part of everybody's fantasy.

Here. Oh.

Oh, thank you.

Pen.

Warranty. Warranty.

And a hot dog.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you very much, sir, and good day.

Goodbye.

Howdy, Pa.

Guess what we've been doing? Well, looks to me like you've been doing

shoplifting. We've been doing no such thing.

All we had to do was mention our name, and they practically gave us the story.

Well, good.

I had to force her to look at just one little dress. But she wouldn't buy it. I

wasn't in the mood.

Ma, you know this is Hadley's good time for us. Look at me.

I bought a new car, a boat, a trip around the world. Come on now.

Link, Pa, do you like it? Oh, yeah. It looks a lot better on you, Sunshine,

it does the varmint that growed it.

Doesn't it, Ma?

Is something bothering you, Ma?

Oh, this fanciness.

Just takes a mite getting used to, I guess.

Well, we best go upstairs and get ready for the Millionaire's Only party anyway.

Miss, where do you want these?

On the city.

And I told you, my name's not Miss. It's Emily.

But it's customary to call... Oh, we bogs don't hold to customs that make one

person scrape to another.

Now, I'm Emily, and you're Frank.

Let's shake on it, okay?

Okay.

Name? Trudy. Trudy Brown.

This is your room key.

And your contestant number.

Curfews at 10 .30.

Any contestant who isn't in the dorm by then will be disqualified.

Thank you. I won't forget.

Isn't it a beautiful day?

That's a great outfit.

Don't do that.

I'm sorry.

You know, I don't like public displays.

Yes, Aunt Mabel.

You should be practicing.

I know.

But don't you notice anything different about me?

Your hair.

It's combed. It's better.

And will you hurry up and change?

You're not exactly a top contestant, you know. You need all the practice you can

get.

Rudy, hello.

Bud Simmons.

We were classmates together at Woodmount Junior High, remember?

Yeah, how are you?

What are you doing here?

Oh, summer job. I'm working my way through college.

That's great.

Hey, you're good. I saw you work out. You've really improved since school.

Did you hear that, Aunt Mabel?

Well, I should hope you've improved with all the work I've put in on you.

Of course, you'll never be in Janet's class.

Oh, she's wonderful.

Such poise, such assurance.

Nobody can beat her.

Use your power wisely, young lady, or I warn you, the price will be very high

indeed.

Honey, what happened?

You could have injured your cousin.

Very seriously.

I'm sorry, Mr. Rourke. I don't know what came over me.

You really don't know, huh?

I'm sick and tired of being the black sheep.

The also -ran, the one who always gets Janet's hand -me -downs.

It's been that way ever since my parents died.

And I had to move in with Aunt Mabel and her precious daughter.

Do you know what it's like to get left over love, Mr. Rourke?

You never receive love until you learn how to accept it.

I want them to love me, honestly.

Love you or approve of you.

I warn you once more, Ms. Brown.

Think clearly, control your emotions, or you may cause irreparable harm.

Now, doesn't that beat all?

You know, Emily, the trouble with this punch is that it don't have no punch in

it. Now, what it needs is a liberal dose of good old down -home white lightning.

Excuse me.

Come on, Mom.

Dad, don't, please.

They seem like such nice people.

They can afford it.

I'm not taken from beggars.

Oh, you bet. You bet.

Sure glad you all could come.

Here they come now.

I'm Hadley Boggs. Hi, how are you? And this is my father, Otis. How do you do?

How are you?

And I'm Roger Fox, and this is my daughter, Kathy.

Oh, how do.

Is there something wrong?

No.

It's just that you're very beautiful, Miss Fox.

Buy me a punch?

Certainly.

Excuse us.

Oh, I tell you, this fantasy island is prettier than a heifer in the

ain't it? Consider yourself a very lucky man, Mr. Boggs, because I just happen

to have an island paradise for sale.

Oh?

Tropical climate, everything.

Oh, now that sounds mighty inviting.

And you can get it for a song.

Two million.

Only two million?

Just sign your name and it's yours.

Well, I'm going to tell you something.

This fantasy island is a lot more fun than real life. So you just lead on out.

I'm going to play the game with you. Fine. I'll drop the papers immediately

we'll formalize things right after the party.

Boy, isn't she something.

Never thought she'd be that poor.

It's like she suddenly believes in herself.

If Trudy performs like that, she could take all the marbles.

Janet tells me that you were counting on some commercial endorsements this year.

So are the people I borrowed money from.

Well, maybe we can sell each other some insurance.

I mean, if the right girl wins all those marbles, you'll own 25 % of her

commercial endorsements.

And you know who the right girl is, don't you, Chad?

It's all part of being rich. Oh, shoot, we ain't rich.

I mean, we don't often go without, but we're still a long ways from being rich.

Yeah? Suppose you met a fellow who didn't have a dime.

Met him? Where?

Anywhere.

Supposing I met this fellow on Fantasy Island?

Okay.

And he didn't have any money.

Everybody's got some money.

Everybody does not have money.

Oh, forget it.

It's hopeless.

What's hopeless?

The whole silly romantic... Go away, Miss Fox.

Are you trying to tell me that you're broke?

25 cents.

Till payday.

Well, where I come from, if one person has a quarter and another person

doesn't have anything, but they both care for each other...

Then we both got half a quarter.

Do you have the time to drive me up to Spyglass Point?

I hear the Fantasy Island moonlight is free.

Sure.

Trudy's really going for Chad's line.

If he makes her miss curfew, she'll be disqualified and you'll be a sure

You better go to bed, Janet. It's almost curfew time.

Thank you for the most wonderful evening in as long as I can remember.

May I question your drink? Yes, please.

I lost my watch.

Must be getting late.

Plenty of time. Curfew's not till 10 .30.

Well, everyone's leaving.

It's just after nine.

You know where they're going.

Come on, let's have one more dance and we'll go up to Lookout Peak, too.

Okay.

There was some party, huh?

Ain't that... Ain't that their mink coat that I bought you a dilly, Ma?

If you say so, Otis, if you say so.

Oh, Mr. Fox, you got that there paperwork for that land of mine?

Does Johnny Cash wear black?

You really want to live on an island, Pa?

What's a game, Ma?

A game.

There you are.

How soon will I expect the title deed on that there land?

The minute escrow closes.

It's a pleasure doing business with you, Foxy. You will love it.

Where are you going, Ma?

You just sit there and think about your fancy cars and your fur coats and your

island.

I have had enough of this being rich.

Thank you.

Good night, Chad.

And good luck tomorrow. I hope you win.

Yeah, you too.

Thanks.

Bye.

Trudy?

Trudy, it's after curfew.

It can't be.

Well, it's almost 10 .45.

Oh, no.

Bud, what am I going to do? I'll be disqualified.

Wait.

I know a back way to the laundry room. Come on.

Same old Bud.

Always so concerned about others.

Thank you.

Nice, huh?

Yes.

You know,

I wish this weekend would last forever.

Well, what's wrong?

You don't know anything about me, Hadley.

I know I want to kiss you. If that works out, we'll take it from there.

Hadley.

My father's a thief.

Big deal.

Hadley, I'm serious.

So am I. I'm interested in you, not your dad.

Hadley, would you listen to me? My father's a con man, a sting artist.

Do you hear me? I'm his daughter.

Are you a team?

No, we're not a team.

And in a way, it's really not that bad.

No excuses.

He hurts himself more than he hurts anyone else.

Poor Claude, much of his deals backfire.

Can't you get him to quit?

I've tried. My mother's tried.

He just sees the end of the rainbow and... and can't wait to get there.

What I'm trying to say is... we're not the rich foxes. We are

the flat, broke foxes.

I can't blame you for turning your back on me.

You're beautiful.

You are. You're really beautiful. Did you hear me? I heard you. You said,

Bogg, I'm the girl for you.

Oh.

Can you imagine the face on the matron when Trudy tries to explain that she

her watch?

Trudy should be more careful with her valuables. Keep them locked up when

practicing.

I'll put this back in her room.

You're sure Trudy's been disqualified?

Well, I made her 45 minutes late last night.

Tell me something.

I know why I got involved in this, but... But you.

When you had to hit Trudy an awful lot to do a thing like this.

Your own niece.

She's not a bad kid, you know.

Too much like her mother.

Her mother's dead.

Canna told me.

Good Lord.

It's the mother you hate.

Your sister -in -law.

Six years ago this week.

On a highway, driving too fast.

He spun out on a curve.

Lost control.

Went over a cliff.

You took my brother with her.

I just want my Janet to be the best.

And one very expensive automobile.

A yacht.

A string of polo ponies.

Half an interest in a professional basketball team.

One lynx coat.

Full length.

Two mink coats.

Boss, don't forget the world cruise and the life membership to the country club.

Mr. Rourke, this fantasy's gone all wrong.

Mr. Boggs, I feel it is only fair to advise you that some of the creditors

demanding the money already.

Fortunately, many of the items in question have never been used and can

therefore be returned. But there is one very expensive item that cannot be

overlooked.

Yeah, the island off Florida. Your father signed a $2 million promissory

Unfortunately, I have just ascertained that the real state in question is

nothing more than a mud bank in a swamp inhabited solely by antisocial

alligators. That's wonderful.

Yeah, that Roger Fox is a con man, all right.

His daughter told me so.

But he can't get blood out of a turnip.

But he can't get a farm out of a $2 million promissory note, don't you

You mean Fox had foreclosed on my ma and pa's farm?

Mr. Rourke, what am I going to do?

Well, a bright young man like you should know that most confident men are

successful because they play on their victim's greed.

Does that not suggest something to you, Mr. Boggs?

That sure shooting does.

Can I count on your help, gentlemen?

Oh, no way.

As long as the idea is yours, Mr. Boggs.

Oh, my. Oh, my.

Thank you.

You were given a special power to help you make things happen and thereby gain

confidence, self -worth, so you could utilize to the fullest your abilities.

Not to wreak vengeance on others.

They tricked me.

They tried to have me disqualified.

They deserve to be punished. Punished by you, Miss Brown. Do you have that

right?

I didn't actually hurt anyone.

You're wrong.

Vengeance is always costly to someone.

In this case, to you, Miss Brown.

The price you paid.

Me?

The mirror only reflects the truth.

That's how you see yourself now.

Your beauty was never a fantasy, Miss Brown.

It was part of the gentle, sensitive girl you used to be.

Unfortunately, that girl no longer exists.

Tattoo, I want you to do precisely what we discussed.

Precisely. No more, no less. Do you understand?

Don't worry, boss. I will do better than Redford and Newman in this thing.

Hello, Mr. Fox.

Do you have a minute?

Sure, sit down.

You sure run a wonderful operation here.

Barely marginal.

But I heard about your island.

What's it like?

Plenty water?

Plenty. All around it.

Good bitches?

Not bad.

I take it.

I've already sold it.

How much?

Two million.

I give you four.

That's big money for such a little guy.

You know that guy I work for?

Rourke? Yes, Mr. Rourke. Well, I do all the work on here. And you know what? He

gets all the credit.

I'm tired of it. I'm fed up.

I'm gonna have my own... And I'm going to call it Incredible Thief.

Ah, there you are, Tattoo. There is a problem in the kitchen. Please attend to

it right away, huh?

You see what I mean?

Call me later on.

Good afternoon, Mr. Fox. I've been looking for you. You too? May I? Please.

will come straight to the point. Your island.

Off the Florida coast?

Yes. I wish to purchase it for cash.

Suddenly everybody wants to buy my Florida island.

Why?

Please, Mr. Fox, we're both men of the world. Let's not play games.

Mr. Fox, you're the kindest, most generous man in the world.

I am?

Gold, Mr. Fox. A strike was made on the island. You sold my pa.

Now the cat is out of the bag.

Hey, there's pa. He's going to bless you, Mr. Fox. Sold my ma, sold my

Every hog in Bog's Hollow is going to praise your name.

Thank you. Thank you.

Hey, pa.

Wait till you hear.

Rourke, get me out of this deal and you're in for 10%. Mr. Fox, Mr.

Fox, what can I say?

My own private island and all this gold.

What island is that?

The one you sold my pa.

Oh, that island.

We talked about it, but he wasn't interested.

You can't get away with it, Foxy. You can't get away with it. Mr. Rourke knows

our deal.

Rourke, tell him.

Well, it certainly would appear that Mr. Boggs didn't actually sign a formal

contract. If he decides to take action, legal proceedings could drag on for

months, perhaps years.

Depositions, personal backgrounds dug into, embarrassing skeletons released

from closets, perhaps.

Why not consider a settlement, say, a nuisance fee?

I'll buy that.

How about you, Mr. Boggs?

No.

Wait a minute.

Just wait a minute. Now, I don't know much about land deals, but I do know

bad things about lawyers.

Now, this could be just the time to square things out of court.

Splendid. In that case, Mr. Fox, please be kind enough to make out a check for

$100 ,000.

It would be a pleasure.

Mr. Boggs, here's your check. I'm sorry, Mr. Boggs, but this check is part of

the fantasy.

Oh, sure.

Easy come, easy go.

Paul, you'll never learn about money. Come on, let's get out of here.

Say, Rourke, you're neat.

Oh, thank you.

You know something?

You and I would make sweet partners.

Now, if you don't mind, I'll take that check.

I do mind. I will hold the check.

Suit yourself, but...

It's not worth the paper it's written on. In monetary terms. Oh, I know that.

And yet to me it has infinite value.

If perchance one day it should come to my ears that some unfortunate person has

bought the Statue of Liberty or perhaps an island on the water from you, this

rubber check would very swiftly find its way to the bunker squad.

So on this lovely last day of your visit to Fantasy Island, Mr. Fox, let us call

this check your certificate of graduation to the Society of Honest

Laborers.

I've been looking for you.

Uh, Mr. Bork asked me to meet him here.

Me too, but it's almost time for the tournament.

Well, I'm not competing.

Trudy, you have to compete. You can win.

I don't deserve to win.

What are you talking about?

Bud, you don't know me.

I can do terrible things.

Hurt people.

I'm ugly.

I'm really ugly. You're wrong, Trudy. Look at yourself.

Come on.

Look. Come on.

You're the prettiest, sweetest girl I've ever known.

I always knew you were good -looking, but you're more beautiful than ever.

You really are.

Congratulations. You are seeing things clearly again, Miss Brown.

And I hope you win the gymnastics tournament.

But you better hurry.

It begins in five minutes.

Trudy Brown, now performing, needs a 9 .8 score in order to win.

What? It's going to be tough.

Yes, it will be very rough. Indeed.

25 % of nothing adds up to... nothing.

See you around, babe.

Boss,

she did it. She won.

Here's the tool.

Truthy Brown made it happen.

Goodbye, Miss Boggs.

Mr.

Roark, that is what I call a first -rate wedding. Oh, splendid, but Mrs.

Boggs seems a little preoccupied.

I know.

She's been that way ever since we got here.

A woman who has worked hard all her life to take care of her family and believes

that she's important to them.

Then suddenly she's surrounded by servants.

She's not allowed to mend clothes, cook meals, do anything.

Her husband and children are so preoccupied with new toys that she feels

not needed anymore.

Not loved as much, maybe.

Surely you understand, Mr. Boggs, don't you?

I think I do.

I think I do, and thank you, Mr. Roark.

Thank you, Mr. Boggs. Our pleasure, our pleasure.

Mrs. Long? Mr. Long? Thank you. Very pleasure.

Bye. Bye.

I found out something here, Mr. Rourke.

What Mom's trying to say is that she and I, well, we're not the same two people

that arrived here.

Fantasy Island changes most people.

And always for the best.

Well,

thank you. Goodbye.

Thank you. Bye, Miss Martin. Miss Martin.

Bye.

Thank you for everything, Mr. Rourke and Tattoo.

I never could have won that tournament without the special power you gave me.

Oh, you're wrong, Miss Brown.

The power came from within you.

I won?

On my own?

Absolutely. It's the only way to win.

Oh, by the way, there is a certain someone who would like to sit beside you

the return trip.

Boss. Yes?

I hope she come back soon.

Why?

I like the way she says goodbye.

Yeah.