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Good morning.

Let's go.

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

Boss, who is the school teacher?

School teacher?

Oh, close, them two, close.

She is Miss Florence Richmond, a very successful writer.

Her novels are described by the critics as sensual, lusty stories of hot

-blooded men and immure women.

Bestsellers with such titles as Heart of Fire, Flaming Desire, and Past

the Edge of Innocence.

Boss, she sounds like a wild lady.

Quite the opposite is true, Tatooine.

She has led a sheltered life and has never experienced the things she writes

about. Her fantasy is to become the heroine of a novel she's just begun to

write. Her wildest and most sensual story to date.

An exotic tale of international intrigue and romance.

Mr. and Mrs. Robert Graham of Amsterdam, New York.

The lady seems worried about something, boss.

What's the scoop on them?

Scoop, Tatum? The game.

Scam?

The inside dope.

Oh, the inside dope.

Mr. Grant's only claim to fame is as an exponent of the martial art.

Judo, karate.

And Jiu -Jitsu.

Exactly. He is only reasonably proficient, but his fantasy is for this

weekend to be good enough to compete against the very best in that field.

First, he could get hurt playing that game.

Now you have it.

Precisely the reason for Mrs. Graham's concern.

And I fear she will be even more alarmed when she hears about the opponent I

have selected for her husband.

The all -time grand master of the martial art.

A warrior never defeated.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Even though your novel is far from complete, Miss Richmond, the first

and especially your description of the characters, was most helpful in

your fantasy.

Oh, I'm glad.

I was hoping that you wouldn't find them, well, um, you know, too romantic.

Well, it's your fantasy, Miss Richmond.

I do find your description of the heroine to be most interesting.

Um... A free spirit uninhibited, a wild and beautiful

hellenist.

I know how it sounds.

Oh, but Mr. Rourke, just this once, I want to be swept up by a tall,

strong, dashing man and carried away.

And just this once, I want to be the heroine of my book.

Frank Hampton is quite some guy, and you know what I mean.

Yes, isn't he wonderful?

Yes, a colorful man, indeed.

Powerful, frequently ruthless, but always irresistibly handsome and

the ladies.

And it also seems his sexual appetite is rather insatiable.

Oh, well, actually, I've...

I've never really met a man like that.

But to tell the truth, Mr. Rourke, I can't wait to meet him.

And both, don't forget Peter Stiles.

Peter Stiles.

Ah, yes, yes, yes. I took the liberty of adding another character to your book.

Mr. Peter Stiles. Thank you for reminding me. Quite similar to the

Joe Herrick in your book, Flaming Desire.

Oh, yes, yes. The clean -cut boy next door type.

But why?

Well, he could be your friend. A necessary element to render your fantasy

complete, Miss Richmond.

Well, if you say so.

You realize, don't you, the great difference between fiction and

reality?

I am.

A professional writer, Mr. Rourke.

Of course, Miss Richmond.

But you are about to actually become your own heroine.

To feel her joy.

Her passion.

Perhaps her fear.

You can't frighten me, Mr. Rourke. I know what I'm getting into.

I mean, after all, I create my own characters and write my own books.

Yes, you write your own books, Miss Richmond.

But did you ever truly read them?

I'm ready, Mr. Roar.

How do I begin?

Where?

Where your book begins.

Take one.

The drumming of the great stallion's hooves seemed to echo the pounding in

heart as Florence rode swiftly along the golden beach.

The thunder of the surf was a contentious omen of strange and

about to happen.

Oh, Mr. Rourke did it!

He didn't.

Are you hurt?

Um... I, uh, I don't think so.

That makes me very happy.

Why?

Because the moment I saw you riding, like an elemental part of nature itself,

free, wild, beautiful, I knew at long last I had found the one

woman for me.

No, I don't want you to vanish now.

What is your name?

Lauren.

I should have known.

It means flower, doesn't it?

Beautiful flower.

My car is close by.

I'll have you driven to my villa.

Come.

The special conditions necessary to begin your fantasy are now at their

strongest. Are you ready to proceed?

The sooner the better, Mr. Rourke. Now, I must warn you both that once the

fantasy commences, it must be played out to its end. You understand?

As long as I have the martial skills you promised me, I wouldn't want it any

other way. Oh, I assure you, Mr. Graham, you will possess such skills when you

have the need.

Do you know how all this is going to end, Mr. Rourke?

No.

No, that will be decided entirely by your husband and his opponent, the

legendary master of the martial arts.

Quang Su Luc.

The great Quang himself?

Yes, sir.

But he's just a legend in the dim past.

Nobody knows if he really existed.

I assure you, for this weekend, Master Quang will be very real indeed.

Of course, if you'd rather compete against the contemporary... No, no.

the greatest of all time.

If I could match his physical skills, then the best he could do would be a

Don't you see? That's what I want.

To equal the best.

It was extremely difficult to arrange this match.

What do you mean by extremely difficult?

Well, you see, Master Kwong was known as an executioner.

He didn't regard the martial arts as mere sport.

Bob, please, let's get this up and go home.

It's okay, Linda. It's okay.

Mr. Rourke, look.

I sell insurance in a nice little town that I'll go back to for the rest of my

life. But just this once, I'd like to have the thrill, the experience of

someone like Kwang Soo. Look.

Very well.

If you'll come this way, Mr. Graham.

Mrs. Graham.

These steps will lead you to your destination and your fantasy.

Here we go, honey.

Thank you, Mr. Rourke.

Yes, Mr. Graham.

Bob, what is this place?

Looks like some kind of old temple.

Oh, let's go back.

Just relax, honey. The adventure's just starting.

I'd come seeking the Master Kuang.

You see?

All very civilized, darling.

Our host is welcoming us.

Look, he even knows how to treat a lady.

I'm sure this wasn't meant for me.

Here.

It's beautiful.

Master Kwan beats you to refresh yourself.

He will welcome you soon.

Let's drink to our host.

And your husband.

Who's about to battle the world's greatest warrior to a draw.

And most of all to you, the most beautiful wife in the world.

Never before has a mirror reflected so desirable a woman.

Hello, Flora.

My little flower.

Your lips are like soft rose petals hiding their honey.

Do you always take what you want?

Excuse me.

What do you want, Peter?

Mr. Brockhill has arrived, Mr. Hampton. I showed him to his suite.

I told you I wanted to talk to him before he settled into his vices.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know where you were.

Peter Stiles.

Tell him I'll be waiting for him.

By the pool.

In 30 minutes.

Yes, sir.

This Mr. Brockhill must be very important to you.

A hundred million oil dollars worth of importance, my dear.

You'll find something beautiful in there to fit you.

When you're ready, I'll see you at the pool.

Quan bids you welcome, warrior.

I recognize the honor of your challenge.

And the high value of the prize.

And now, for the first of our three -time honored contests.

Bob, what did he mean by prize? He was looking right at me.

It's just a ritual.

All of it's just a ritual.

These boards...

Bricks and our fellow warrior will be the enemy which we will fight to be

surprised It will demand all our skills of speed accuracy and strength

the first one to finish will be the victor I understand

And now if your beautiful lady will stand at the far end

for encouragement

I really don't want to be part of all of this. Honey, I can't lose. Remember,

Mr. Rourke took care of everything.

You're a worthy opponent, fellow warrior.

Well done.

You honor me too much, Master Kwan.

Please rest now and avail yourselves of my humble hospitality.

In due time, we will meet for the second contest.

Senator, so glad you could make it.

I'll bet his Washington mistress is thrilled to have the weekend off.

Aren't you afraid he'll hear you? Who cares?

Ten years ago, I was his Washington mistress.

We change with their campaign promises.

I'm Nina, Brent's hostess.

Till now, I guess.

I'll say this for him. He's still got taste.

I think I'll take that as a compliment.

Oh, he has improved.

I do believe we have an innocent among us looking for her one big love.

And what could be wrong with that?

Nothing, baby doll.

Except that Brent Hampton isn't capable of love.

What he's looking for is $100 million.

Take care.

Enjoying yourself, Miss Richmond?

Mr. Rourke.

Well, with the exception of a certain minor character, this fantasy is

surpassing any book I could have ever written.

Splendid. But a word of warning.

As you know, even minor characters sometimes speak the truth.

Mr. Brent Hampton is indeed in great financial difficulty.

Mr. Rourke, this...

This certainly isn't a bankruptcy party.

But he overextended his investments in gold and silver and presently finds

himself short.

One hundred million dollars short, to be precise.

Oh, but Mr. Roark, you forget, I created Brent's character.

He's a brilliant businessman.

And I'm sure if he's in some little trouble that he'll find a way to get out

it.

Yes, he will, yes.

Everyone, please, may I present my dear friend, guest of honor, Mr. Porter C.

Brockier.

Indeed, your honor.

Well, now, you are the prettiest thing I've ever seen.

Thank you.

You know something? When Brent first described it to me, I thought it was his

usual oversell.

But I'm happy to report that for once I was wrong.

That man gives me the shudders.

Me too, darling.

And what's a shudder or two if it's followed by a shower or go?

I'll see you later.

To absorb the serenity of the sand patterns, one must first push all

thoughts from the mind.

To some, the swirls signify the curving lines of infinity.

To others, the sensuous bend of a beautiful woman's body,

the curve of her throat, the flower of her lips.

Does Master Kuang seek prizes so desperately that he tries to steal them

his fellow warriors?

Kuang does not steal.

He wins his prize.

I am not a prize.

How wrong you are.

Surely your husband has told you that every warrior's woman is a prize to be

or lost along with his servants and all his earthly possessions.

Such is the prize of every contest.

Contest or childish games?

Games?

Did the first contest bore you?

So you may sharpen your anticipation. Listen well.

The first two contests are merely exercises to heat the blood for what is

come. The third contest, you will enjoy that, for it is the only one that

counts.

The Emperor's army ranged far to the east.

One of his generals, my father, brought back a fair -skinned woman such as you.

In time, she became a highly placed person in the royal court, and my

Like her, you will be a prize beyond price.

I'll be thinking about you, lovely pale flower, with my own anticipation.

Thirty percent interest.

Plus ten points for the loan.

That's ridiculous.

You've exhausted all your credit in the legitimate market, so you wouldn't have

come to me.

Actually had a high rate in mind.

But what?

That little girl.

Florence. You're crazy enough, huh?

You may not believe it, but I think I'm really falling in love with her.

Marvelous.

Love doesn't die easily.

And after a while, I'll return it to you.

Almost as good as new.

Look out, Brookhill. Even I got a bottom line.

Brent, I can see right through you.

When you first told me about this little girl, you had a bargain in your eyes.

If I did, I've changed my mind.

Well, I haven't.

If you want to dig yourself out of this hole, you pay what I want. And that is

your... innocent flower.

Your Florence.

Breathe out of my room as soon as this banquet has ended.

You hear?

You have to think about it. Think about being ruined.

You match that against my spending one night with this little lady.

Bob, that man is going to kill you.

Linda, he can't.

My skills are equal to his, just as Mr. O 'Rourke promised.

All right, all right. I will give you that.

But is your desire equal to his?

Bob, that man is not trying to impress anybody.

It's just like Mr. O 'Rourke said. He is an executioner. He is either going to

kill you or force you to kill him.

Linda, I'm sorry. I just can't buy that. This whole thing is a fantasy.

Creative my entertainment.

Kong and I, and you, are just playing a game.

Bob.

Are you trying to prove something to yourself, to me? I don't need it.

Don't you understand? This is not a game.

It's real.

Mr. Rourke also said that the ending was going to be decided by you and Kwong.

Linda, in the end, it will be a draw.

There'll be no winner and no loser. I promise you that.

Something else happened in the garden, Bob.

Master Kwong kissed me.

And it was...

and it was fascinating.

Did you let him kiss you?

No. He took the kiss, but... Bob, he also said that a warrior's woman is a

prize to be won or lost along with everything else that he possesses. He

me if you had told me that.

Huh? Little flower?

Want some of my dessert?

No, thank you.

But I can see you're enjoying it, Mr. Crockett.

This is only the appetizer.

The best is yet to come.

What's going on?

Just filling in.

One of the waiters is ill, and he wanted everything right.

Champagne, Miss?

Oh, yes, thank you.

Terribly sorry.

What's the matter with you? I must speak to you outside now, please.

Nina.

Oh, uh, don't bother.

I'll just go and change. I'll be right back.

I'll be right back, you hear?

Listen, I overheard Brent from Broad Hill.

If Brent gets his money,

Brock Hill gets you.

Tonight, as soon as the banquet's over.

I know Brent Hampton. He'll hand you over.

He loves money and power more than he could ever love a woman.

I don't believe you.

You think I'm making this up?

I know all the stories.

Brock Hill is an animal.

I don't care about him.

But Brent wouldn't do that.

You see, Peter, I invented all of these people. I created them.

Lock him in the wine cellar. But he wasn't doing anything.

Look, Florence, I'm sorry. I meant what I said about you, about us.

But I haven't got a choice.

What if Peter lives until morning is entirely up to you.

But he was only trying to...

I didn't plan it this way.

It's just the way it works out.

I'll make it up to you, I promise.

Don, take her to Mr.

Brockhill's suite.

Wait.

The heat of combat brought us close to the edge, brother warrior.

Take 30 minutes to catch your breath.

And then the third and final contest.

Bob.

30 minutes, Master Kwong.

I really wanted to destroy him.

Linda, I've never felt anything like that.

It was savage.

Primitive.

I despised myself.

But I barely drew back from the brink.

You're right, Linda.

I'm not going through with it.

Let's go now.

Take that stairway back to Vanity Island.

It was right here.

Have you lost something, Mr. Graham?

Oh, Mr. Rourke.

Talk about good timing.

We couldn't find the stairway.

I'm not surprised, Mrs. Graham. You see, there can be no stairway until your

fantasy is completed, Mr. Graham.

But I can't complete it, Mr. Rourke.

We've reached a point where he can't be stopped unless I become like him.

Kwong's a killer.

He wants my wife as his prize.

I see.

And is his desire for your wife stronger than your love for her, Mr. Graham?

Of course not.

Nothing's stronger than that.

Well, then you have nothing to fear.

For no desire, no lust can be stronger than love.

Do what you must do.

Trust in yourself.

It'll be a fight.

to the death, Mr. Orkin.

Trust in your love, Mr. Graham.

One awaits, warrior.

Come here.

Baby.

It's my innocent little flower.

Come on. It's not going to hurt you.

This is going to be where you are.

A beautiful cone in a chess game.

No!

That's a game that I always win.

No!

I know what I'm getting into. I mean, after all.

I create my own characters, and I write my own books.

Oh, you write your own books, Miss Richmond.

But did you ever truly read them?

The key's on the wall, the small one.

Come on.

Over there.

He's there, Miss Richmond.

Hurry.

Peter. Run.

It's over, Miss Richmond.

Oh, no.

Not yet.

Peter's still trapped.

Only in your imagination, Miss Richmond.

That's Dequan.

I want to try and explain something to you.

This whole thing, this contest, is just sport to me.

A way to keep fit, like jogging or tennis.

You're talking riddles, warrior.

What I'm trying to say is that I've never hurt anyone in my life, and I

won't kill you.

I never feared that you would, warrior.

But I will enjoy a woman after I have killed you.

I love him.

Trust in yourself, Mr. Grant. For no lust can be stronger than love.

Do what you must do.

Kill me.

I love you.

Kill me.

I love you.

Let's go.

He is dishonored.

Brotherhood. Destroy him.

The stairs have to be here.

Mr. Roark.

Over here.

Well, Miss Richmond, I hope you weren't too disappointed in your role as

heroine.

I learned a great deal about myself.

Maybe more than I wanted to know.

If you are referring to your encounter with Mr. Brockhill, Miss Richmond, like

everything you experienced during the weekend, it was pure fantasy.

I know.

It didn't really happen.

He'll make a great plot for your novel.

Yes.

Well, I think I may change my plot just a little.

Hello, Florence.

Peter!

Peter!

But I thought you said it didn't really happen. I have to admit to just a

modicum of subterfuge on this occasion.

Mr. Stiles also came to me with a fantasy.

He wished to experience the kind of life he had read about in your romantic

novels. You see, he's one of your most avid fans.

Well, I think I've had it with the Fast Lane, but I'm still a big fan.

Oh, and I've got a great idea for a new book.

I think we should research it together.

I know the greatest places you can imagine for research.

You do?

Another happy ending.

Another happy ending to do.

It's been a whole day there. There's this little village.

Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Graham.

Boss, we shall call them the warrior and his lady.

No way, Tattoo.

I'm through with that warrior stuff.

I'm going to take up tennis.

Make that two of us.

I hope you have no regrets, Mr. Graham. After all, you did meet and defeat the

legendary master.

That's right, Donald.

You will have a lot of story to tell your children.

Now, that's a good idea.

We don't have any children yet, Tattoo, but when we do, I'm not going to tell

them about their father and how long it took them to grow up.

Then perhaps you will tell them about their mother, who always knew that love

the strongest emotion a man can experience and who helped their father

I think I can handle that.

Thank you, Mr. Roy. You're very welcome, Mr. Graham.

Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye.

Watch out, bud.