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Good morning, Tattoo.

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

Miss Sheila Richards, the gifted student of modern dance.

The gentleman with her is her teacher, Mr. Franklin Adams, once a celebrated

choreographer. He has guided Miss Richards from the moment she entered his

at the Manhattan School for the Deaf.

You mean Miss Richards is deaf?

Yes, from birth.

But, boss, how can she dance when she cannot hear the music?

Only by watching a metronome or her teacher's hand signals, which makes it

impossible for her ever to perform professionally.

That is why Mr. Adams' fantasy is for Miss Richards to hear.

For the first time in her life.

But, boss, when her fantasy is over, she's not going to be able to hear

That's cruel.

Cruel?

Is it cruelty for Mr. Adams to give someone he loves the chance to realize

impossible dream, if only for a moment?

You mean he loves her?

But he hasn't told her.

So you see that, too, Mr. Adams' fantasy may prove cruelest of all to himself.

This much is certain.

The lives of Miss Sheila Richards and Mr. Franklin Adams will never again be

same.

Who is that guy in a sharp -looking jacket?

Mr. Evan Watkins.

Do you see that, too? Mr. Watkins is a compulsive gambler.

Oh, that's too bad.

Who is that little girl?

His daughter, Miss Amy Watkins.

She's only eight years old, going on 30, if you understand my meaning.

Her life with her father, although he loves her very much, has been, shall we

say, unique.

Don't admit fantasy, boss.

He wants to be a big winner.

Precisely. And his daughter's fantasy is for him to stop gambling.

But, boss, how can you fulfill both fantasies?

With a great deal of difficulty to do.

No offense, boss.

Thought you want that you don't pull up.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Runners moving into line.

Dr. Maybe is set, as is Zim Zam. The blank is up, and we're ready for the

And they're off.

Underfoot going to the lead with Chocolate, Charlie, second, Kitty's boy,

Then Scrap Heap is fourth, followed by Prince Harris.

Ray's rule is next, Arnie's dream, and the trailer, White Comanche. White

Comanche. He only got out of the gate.

Look at him. He's dead last.

Come on, you old haybag. What's the matter with you?

Then it's Ray's rule. Wake up, White Comanche. This is Ray's day.

Then Arnie's dream, Prince Harris. And still last, the long shot, White

Comanche. Oh, I knew that a dumb fantasy wouldn't work.

The field continues down the backstretch. There's a half mile to go.

And chocolate Charlie now draws off by two lengths. Not for me.

Dim Sam moving up second with underfoot back to third.

Ray's rule. Sorry, Mr. Rock. Not even you could make a lifetime loser and

a winner. Do not be too hasty, Mr. Watkins.

The rate is over the edge.

And the distant trailer is still like...

Oh, most assuredly, Miss Watkins. What is it?

Cards on the table. Are you doing a number on me?

Number? I paid you seven good dollars for my fantasy.

So you did?

Then what are we doing in a horse parlor?

Patience, Miss Watkins.

The weekend is still young.

Excuse me, Miss Watkins.

Mr. Watkins.

First call for the third ring.

Mr. Rock, you're the greatest. Mr. Watkins, have you had lunch? No, no, no.

never eat while I'm running. Oh, I see. And has your daughter acquired your

ability to go without meals?

That kid.

Not a word, not a complaint.

Hey, doll.

You look like a winner to me.

Hey, man.

I am. You should see my father.

We're on our way, kid.

There's going to be a thousand races that are 100 tracks this week, and the

I'm feeling, I'm going to clean up on every one of them.

Bye, Matthew.

Bye -bye.

To look upon the ocean is to confront the infinite.

Do you enjoy the view, Miss Richards?

It's very beautiful, Mr. Rourke, but frightening, too.

I guess I needed this vacation more than I realized.

Miss Richards, I want you to look out to the horizon. Look at me.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I want you to look out to the horizon where the sky and the earth meet.

Look into infinity and believe in the impossible.

Listen now, Sheila Richards.

Hear the voices of the earth.

You did not tell her your real reason for bringing her to Fantasy Island, did

you, Mr. Adams?

No, Mr. Rowe.

I didn't want to build up any false hopes.

Are you sure that is all you fear, Mr. Adams?

Do you not also dread the possibility that being able to hear will change her

from the child you taught to dance into a woman who may no longer need you? A

woman whom you love.

That has occurred to me, yes.

Thank you.

Excuse me, what?

Hello, Mr. Rook. You wanted to see me? Yes, Miss Glenn.

This is Miss Amy Watkins.

May I impose upon you to drive her back to her bungalow?

What's she doing in a place like this?

Sweating out the fifth at Pimlico. I'll get my dad.

The child you told me about.

Yes, Miss Glenn.

Her father's a gambler.

You might say so.

Well, they couldn't possibly have any part of my fantasy.

Patience, Miss Glenn.

Trust me.

Would you believe it?

Five in a row. It's almost too easy.

Mr. Watkins, may I present Miss Margo Glenn.

How do you do?

How do you do?

Miss Glenn's going to drive us back to the bungalow.

Sure. Sounds good to me.

Let's go.

Last call for the sixth race at Pimlico.

We'll keep an eye on him.

For now.

If he tries to run, we'll break his legs.

Three, four, five, six, seven, eight, a one, two, and reach, and a five, six,

and reach, and a one, to the front, a five, a six, and back, one.

Pam, you're not with it. What's wrong?

Nothing, Max. I'm all right.

A one, a three, four, watch your space, seven, eight, and a one, two, three, and

a four, five, six, a seven, eight, and a one, two, a five, six, and seven,

eight, a one, two, lift, up, five, six.

Seven, eight, and a one. Two, three, four, and push.

Six, a seven, eight, a one. You ready, Sheila?

Oh, Franklin, I'm so scared.

Maxim Leonard is the greatest choreographer in the whole world.

Now, you listen to me. You're going to dance for him, and you're going to be

great. Mr. Roque has arranged for this audition, and all your years of study

have prepared you for it.

Five, six, seven, eight. On. Two, three, four, five. And hold.

Okay. Take a five and we'll go again from the top.

Excuse me, Mr. Leonard.

I'm Franklin Adams and this is my pupil, Sheila Richards.

Oh, yes.

I've heard a great deal about your work, Mr. Adams.

Thank you and nice of you to hear. Oh, not at all.

I was delighted when Mr. Rourke told me you were bringing someone special to

dance for me.

What would you like to do for us today, Miss Richards?

Well, I thought perhaps an excerpt from your last production.

Using your choreography, Mr. Leonard.

Fine. I'm flattered.

And I have that arrangement on tape.

You don't have to speak so loudly.

I can hear.

I'll take that. Oh, thanks.

Sheila, what are you doing? You've warmed up already.

I listened to the rehearsal selection a hundred times.

There's only going to be one difference.

I don't need to watch you for my tempo.

That's right.

Are you ready, Miss Richards?

Yes, I am.

What is it, Miss Richards?

Yes, I'm sorry.

What's wrong?

The music is a thousand times more beautiful than I ever thought it would

Oh, Franklin, thank you for giving me this chance.

Mr. Leonard, everything's going to be fine now.

Do you not also dread that being able to hear will change her into a woman who

may no longer need you?

Oh, Daddy.

Oh. Sorry, honey.

Thank you for inviting me.

It was Amy's idea.

Well, then I'll thank Amy.

No.

I'll thank Amy.

For bringing you into my life.

Amy says you travel a lot.

Especially since her mother died.

We get around.

It's a good life.

For a child?

Don't panic.

Honey, you all right?

Amy?

You promised to teach me to swim.

I will. I will.

Here, put this around her.

Come on, Amy.

Here.

Here, get her back to the bungalow and get something warm in her stomach. Come

here.

Okay? Yeah.

It's not bad, you know. Hey, do I pick your date?

Gambling is a sickness. Evan Watkins needs help.

Then help him.

Me? Yes.

What can I do?

He can't even cope with parental responsibilities.

Love is simply his excuse for forcing his lifestyle on that poor child.

Indeed. And what happened to your fantasy, Miss Glenn?

A young, dedicated social welfare worker sees nothing but broken homes and

unfortunate children, and she wishes just once...

to become involved in a case that has a happy ending to it.

I invited you here to live out that fantasy, not to come between a father

his daughter.

I'm not asking for a refund.

I am asking that you understand that I have responsibilities, too.

The minute that plane lands in the States, I am going to be forced to take

custody of Amy Watkins.

That's your prerogative.

But since you have graciously declined to ask for a refund, I consider it my

duty to continue my efforts in your behalf.

That is your prerogative.

Good evening, Tattoo.

Good evening, Mr. Franklin.

Have you seen Sheila this evening?

She's still rehearsing at the theater with Mr. Leonard.

Oh, Franklin, I've got great news.

Maxim wants me to appear in the special charity performance tomorrow night.

Isn't that great?

You brought me a wonderful talent, Mr. Adams.

Yes, I know.

Listen, we haven't eaten all day. They're having a big clam bake on the

tonight. Why don't you join us?

Oh, please do, Franklin.

I'm so happy, and I want you to be happy with me.

I am, Sheila. I really am.

It's just that I'm a little tired, so why don't you two run along, all right?

You sure?

See you later. Bye.

It's very hard, isn't it, to watch those we have loved and nurtured as

children grow up no longer need us.

Teal is an innocent.

Maxine Leonard is a sophisticated man of the world.

Well, she could get hurt.

Perhaps, Mr. Adams.

Growing up is often painful.

But Mr. Leonard is a gentle, honorable person. I'm sure they'll be kind to each

other.

It's just a passing infatuation.

Sheila's going through some sort of a traumatic experience.

But she'll come back to me when it's... When the fantasy is over, Mr. Adams.

When she returns to that silent universe in which she depends so entirely on

you, is that how you wish to claim her?

I don't know.

As God is my witness, Mr. Rock, I don't know.

2 ,000 Glory Hound, 8th Los Alamitos.

Glory Hound?

Uh -huh.

That girl sure is interested in you.

Amy? Yeah, she's a good kid.

No, I mean that tall, pretty blonde.

Keeps trying to find out how much money you bet.

And how often you bring the kid in here.

That's me. That's my boss.

What is she, some kind of investigator?

Why'd you do it to me, Mr. Rock?

I paid you for a fantasy, and you stuck a child welfare worker on my tail.

I stuck no one on your tail, Mr. Watkins, I assure you.

What am I yelling at you for?

Those welfare people already took Amy from me, and I've been going crazy ever

since.

When I got the idea to come here, I borrowed the money, and I conned them to

me take Amy on a great weekend.

And, of course, you had to promise to abstain from any and all sorts of

gambling. Am I correct?

Well, then, you created a problem, Mr. Watkins. Not I, but I always create

problems. That's why I wanted to come here.

All I need is one big winning streak to do something decent for that kid, and

it's happening.

Are you, I believe the expression is, doing a number on me, Mr. Watkins?

All I want, Mr. Rourke, is to do the right thing for my kid. That's all I

wanted. Wonderful.

Well, then, that's fine, Miss Glenn.

We'll all sit down and talk things over. I'm sure we can reach an amicable

agreement.

In fact, I might venture to suggest that perhaps the lady has come to like the

father as much as the daughter.

Oh? Yes.

Hey, that's great.

I like her, too.

Yeah.

So I'll see you back here.

Where are you going, Mr. Watkins?

To play the seventh at Pimlico.

You find Amy and Margot, and I'll meet you back here, okay?

Mr. Watkins, I strongly urge you to stop now.

You are carrying a considerable amount of money.

Am I on a winning streak or not? Oh, you are.

However, there are many ways to lose.

Not when you're hot, Mr. Rock.

Not when you're hot.

Santa Claus?

That's because you're Santa Claus.

And you're going to stuff my stockings, right? Sure, sure. I couldn't have done

it without your steak.

And there's the interest.

Is this your idea of peace and goodwill?

That's all there, Ben.

Check it out.

The rest, Santa, baby.

All of it.

This is mine.

Well, that's what makes life interesting.

You know, it's the difference of opinion.

I'm through chasing you around.

From now on, I'm your banker. You want to play the ponies? I'll dole out your

money. Not mine.

Ben, listen to me.

I took the money that you lent me to buy a fantasy.

Just to get a stake. Not for me.

For my daughter.

I'm going to leave her here. I'm just going to take off.

Every story's better than the last, pal. But I got to admit, this one's a real

corker.

Then don't clean me out. This money is Amy's dowry. Fantasy Island's a great

place for a kid. And with this money, Amy's got something to look forward to

when she grows up.

Sorry, Santa.

All right, come on.

Come on!

Now hold it right there.

Now give me the money.

Ben, this belongs to Amy.

No more playing around.

Give me the money.

You must have won every race today.

But you're still king of the losers.

Your father must have stopped for a drink with some friends, perhaps decided

sleep over.

Mr. Rourke, you think my father's in trouble, don't you?

Miss Watkins, you are a very bright young lady, so I will be perfectly

He was seen with two men, strangers to the island. Have you any idea who they

might be?

No, sir.

No?

I see.

Well, I'm sure he's still on the island. I will call you as soon as I find him.

In the meantime, I want you to get some rest.

Frankly, sometimes I don't know what to do with my father.

I've tried everything.

Nothing seems to work.

Parents can be a terrible string, you know.

Okay, come on. It's time to go to bed.

I have an idea.

I know you don't like foster homes, but... Well, maybe you'd consider living

with me.

I don't have anyone to come home to either.

Thank you, Miss Glenn. I'm sure that would be very nice. But without my

I don't much care what happens.

Look at me, Amy.

People are surprised when I think like a man.

Do you know that?

When Mr. Hall gave me my job, I looked for work everywhere.

But everyone, they act like I was a little boy.

You're not a boy, you're a man.

Your father may look like a man, but inside, he's a boy.

If you understand that, then you can understand him.

Okay, this will be a final run -through. Let's clear the stage, please.

Places, everyone. We'll take it from the top.

Are we ready?

Sheila, what happened?

Sheila, what's wrong? Sheila, please. Sheila?

What's wrong? Sheila, please.

Sheila, please.

Sheila, what is the... Let her go.

What's wrong with her?

Franklin, what is it? Please, I beg you. Let me take care of her.

You know she can't hear you, Mr. Adams.

I've been searching for her all night.

The fantasy's over, Mr. Adams.

Oh, no.

It can't end that quickly. It just can't. It's too cruel.

You should have thought of that in the beginning.

I beg you, give her back her hearing permanently.

I'll pay you any price you ask.

Even if the price is that she leaves you to be with Mr. Maxime Leonard?

Yes, even that.

Please, Mr. Rourke, make her hear.

I'm sorry.

There are limits beyond which even my powers cannot reach.

However, there is some consolation.

Since she is once more dead, Miss Richards will need you, not Mr. Leonard.

No, no, no. I don't want her dependence. I want her happiness.

Oh, my God. What have I done?

Help me, Mr. Roth.

Very well.

You are a teacher.

You must know that there are many voices in nature which all may hear if they

but listen with a heart.

Go to her, Mr. Adams.

Teach her to listen from within.

Sheila, Sheila, I'm sorry. But you've enjoyed the gift of hearing for a short,

beautiful time.

Don't cast that experience aside now when sorrow is over to never happen.

But I can't hear.

I can't dance.

If I can't watch someone give me a...

You're not the same and you never will be again, Sheila.

But try to remember what it was like to hear.

Poets say that whoever hear the bells of Notre Dame carry the memory of that

sound forever in their soul.

You've heard the world. It's music.

Concentrate.

Search deep within your memory.

Search and listen.

music or the wind or the sea.

It's like a rhythm.

Describe it to me.

It's like a vibration.

A pulse.

Here.

A small area of bone in her forehead, sensitive to sound waves.

Miss Richards is one of the rare fortunate individuals who, although

the capability to pick up rhythmic vibrations.

Sheila, Maxim and the company are waiting.

different tempos.

My dear, you would have never learned how to dance at all unless you had

courage. Use that courage now, Sheila.

Trust in your skill, and perhaps a strange new sense will work for you like

built -in metronome.

Oh, Franklin.

If I dance well, if it works, Maxim will want me

to go on tour with him.

And I won't see you anymore.

Yes, of course you will.

When the company comes to New York, I'll attend every performance.

And I'll tell everyone you're my greatest discovery.

This awkward, pigeon -toed little girl who had transformed into a dancing star

who conquered the world.

You will?

Yes.

You really think it's possible?

I think there's a chance.

Yes.

First you must conquer yourself

Watkins! Stay away, Mr. Rourke.

You cannot possibly run out like this. Your daughter is on the way here.

I don't have a daughter. I'm not equipped for that kind of job.

You see what a mess this fantasy turned out to be? You were going to send me

home a winner?

This will teach you to stay out of gambling, Mr. Rourke. It's for pros

Daddy!

Daddy!

Please.

Get her out of here, please.

Dad, you're safe.

Sure I'm safe.

Look, Princess, we've always been straight with one another, right?

Let me go.

Stay here with Mr. Rourke and Tattoo.

They'll give you the kind of life I never could have.

You weren't running out in that rubber boat, were you? You'd never make it.

I'd take that action if I had a dollar, which I don't.

Mr. Watkins.

This may come as a surprise to you, but I am the biggest gambler you have ever

met. You fail to recognize that fact because I don't dally with small -time

action. I bet on the big game, Mr. Watkins.

I bet on people.

It's too bad that you never try that.

Betting on yourself, on your future.

Put a wager on life, Mr. Watkins. That's where the real action is.

You don't understand.

None of you do.

Gambling is excitement, the kind you don't get anyplace else.

Stop.

Do you want excitement, Mr. Watkins? Do you want action?

Very well, then.

Pull that lanyard.

If the engine starts, I will stake you to another fantasy. You can win all the

races you desire if it doesn't start.

You must give up betting on horses or anything else.

Forever.

That motor already started one. You heard that.

It's some sort of a trick.

Well, then don't pull the lanyard, Mr. Watkins.

What's the matter Mr. Watkins?

Vanity over.

tell you I've got the greatest dad in the world?

Hey, did I ever tell you I agree?

Huh. You're tricking.

You know they empty the gas tank on all the small boats every night?

Details are true. Please don't bother me with mere details.

Good evening, Mr. Adams.

Oh, Mr. Raw.

Have you and Miss Richards worked everything out?

You mean on a personal level? Uh -huh. Yes, we have. Oh, thank you. That's

Whether she'll be able to dance, heaven only knows.

Oh, he does, sir.

Believe it.

Heaven does know.

Thank you.

Well,

I hope all your differences have been resolved I don't know Social worker and

ex -gambler?

That's a long shot.

Want to bet?

Bet? Bet.

What's that?

Goodbye, Mr. Watkins. Goodbye, Miss Glenn. You're very welcome. Mr. Watkins.

Goodbye, Miss Watkins. Bye. Bye, honey.

What's that?

A wager.

You bet that I would not be able to make both their fantasies work.

Four to one, remember?

Shall I tell you about the time I broke the bank at Monte Carlo?

No, that one.

Thank you.

I want to thank you both for my fantasy.

As you know, Sheila left early this morning for the world tour with Maxim.

Indeed.

I have seldom seen two people so blissfully happy.

She will never forget you for giving her a new life.

Well, thank you for saying so, Tatu. I'll miss her.

But fortunately, I have my work to keep me busy.

Well, goodbye, gentlemen.

Oh, I almost forgot, Mr. Adams.

Could I impose upon you... For a very special favor.

Tattoo?

Come on.

Time to go.

This young lady lives here on the island. She has just won a scholarship

school in New York, where you are going.

Would it be too much of any convenience to ask you to look after her on the

trip? Why, no, not at all.

Her name is Helena McCall.

Will this be your first trip from home?

I'm afraid she can't hear you, Mr. Adams.

You see, the scholarship she won is to the Manhattan School for the Deaf.

She will need all the poise and confidence you can give her.

Thank you, Mr. Rock.

I understand.

Now then, my name is Franklin.

Franklin Adams.

It'll be difficult to say at first.

It usually is to most people.

But you'll master it.

And a thousand other things that will open up the world for you.