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The plan.

The plan.

Bye -bye.

Mr. Rourke?

Good morning, Julie. Good morning, Mr. Rourke. Where's Tattoo?

Well, it seems that one of our guests, the CPR instructor, has asked Tattoo's

assistance in setting up a class.

Oh. Yes.

There is the instructor now.

I'll bet he's big on mouth -to -mouth resuscitation.

Julie.

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

Let me guess.

All right. Go ahead.

He's a schoolteacher.

Very good, Julie.

And he wants to bring his fifth grade class here to Fantasy Island on a field

trip. Very wrong, Julie.

Mr. Adrian Bryles is a college professor of archaeology who feels he has missed

out on the mainstream of life with all its challenges, dangers, and excitement.

So, what is his fantasy?

Mr. Bryles' fantasy is to make some discovery that will assure him worldwide

recognition and fame in his profession at any cost, even though it may mean

facing a terror.

He has never known before.

How could anyone that cheerful need us?

Miss Krista Ackland is happy, my dear Julie, because she has come here to get

married.

Oh, is that her fantasy?

No. Her fantasy is to have the father she has never known give her away.

And you found him for her?

Unfortunately, she doesn't even know who her father is. She has never seen him,

you see.

How will she know him?

When the time is propitious, she will know him, my dear Julie.

Oh, yes.

She will know him.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Mr. Bryles, you are willing to forsake what you have for the unknown, even if

is terrifying?

Anything, rather than live out my life as a mediocre nobody.

Well, I believe this ancient stone whistle

will interest you, Mr. Bryles.

It is said the whistle has great powers, possibly even evil powers.

Markings are similar to Egyptian hieroglyphics.

Yes, and no one has ever translated them.

Julie's correct.

If you can decipher those markings, you will have accomplished something no

other scientist has ever been able to do. However, I warn you once more.

The path you must follow is terrifying beyond your conception.

If you wish to continue, your fantasy will take place on an island not far

here. where legend has it that time has seemingly stopped.

You will find a strange village there, a ghost town, if you will, haunted by a

constant wind and swirling dust that has changed it into a wasteland.

A Miss Lila Proctor went there some months ago and hasn't returned.

I'm very concerned about her.

Look for her, Mr. Bryles.

She may be able to help you.

But, of course...

The decision is yours.

All you're doing, Mr. Rourke, is making me eager to get started.

Where do I begin?

Very well.

I believe Julie has made arrangements for your short passage.

I wish you success, Mr. Briles.

Thank you.

My mother was a nurse in a hospital in the Philippines.

I see.

And all these years, I've always thought that Daddy... I mean, Bill, was my

real father.

But what made you change your mind?

I was in our attic one day, looking for Mom's wedding veil,

and I found some old letters.

Well, it didn't take a genius to figure out that my mom was already pregnant

with me when she came back to the States and met Bill. Why do you say that?

According to the letters, my real father was in the Philippines when my mother

was there.

Can't you see how important it is for me to have my real father give me away?

What about the father that raised you?

Well, he was always very good to me.

He's kind and...

but I need to know my real father.

Can you understand that?

Many things must have happened in all those years.

Don't you think your natural father would have tried to contact you if he

wanted it that way?

How do I know that he hasn't?

Yes, I see what you mean.

Well, perhaps I can put you in touch with someone who knew him in years past.

Do that, Mr. Rourke.

I'll do the rest. I promise.

Very well, Miss Ackland.

Very well.

Will you come with me?

No,

really, I can't figure out how those tickets got on my seat of the station

I found the tickets on my desk when I got to work. The weird part about it was

the office was closed at the time.

So mine were in my golf bag.

But let's not knock it. What it all adds up to are freebies in paradise.

Listen, maybe somebody knew you were all pals in the old days, huh?

Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please?

May I have your attention?

Thank you very much.

First of all, please forgive me for interrupting your festivities, but this

young lady has an announcement to make that I think you will find interesting.

My name is Krista Ackland.

My mother was a nurse stationed in the Philippines nearly 20 years ago.

Her name is Ellie, and her maiden name is Brandon.

She fell in love with a man she met there, and then she was suddenly

back to the States.

She never saw the man again.

That man is my real father.

Did you arrange for him to be here?

The word arrange has a multitude of definitions, my dear Julie.

I'm hoping desperately that he's here in this room and that he wants to meet me

as much as I want to meet him.

And most of all, that he will give me away at my wedding tonight.

Even if he's here, it's possible that he's married.

Then how will I ever know?

Have faith.

If he is here, he'll find a way of making himself known.

My guess is you don't get a lot of visitors, right?

Had one about a year ago.

I've been eating a little thing. She thought she was better than... Now, now,

Mrs. Abbott.

Just passing through?

You're as nosy as she is.

Can't go pestering this gentleman with questions.

Might be looking to invest.

Start up a little business.

I'm afraid not. I'm a scientist.

An archaeologist.

Sort of on a field trip.

Well, then, before you move on, you might want to take a look at our local

museum just around the corner there.

Museum? Are you joking?

Not hardly.

Other than dying, might say it's our best -going business.

Sort of a last gasp.

Take a look at it.

Thanks.

No one's ever been able to decipher the tablet.

I'm Lila Proctor. I guess you could call me the curator here.

Oh, this is lucky. Mr. Rourke said you came here a year ago and you could help

me. I'm Adrian Bryles.

Hi.

Do you know where this came from?

No one's sure. They think ancient Sumeria.

Is it important to know that?

Oh, not exactly. No, it's... How it ended up on this island is a mystery.

If it's what I think it is, it's... More important than you could ever dream.

Why? If I'm right, and I think I am, this tablet could be as important as the

Rosetta Stone was to the breaking of the Egyptian hieroglyphic code.

It could unlock whole new doors to the mysteries of the past.

It's going to take a lot of time and a lot of concentration. Could I work here?

I'll pay you whatever you want. Of course you can work here. I think it's

wonderful. You must work here. Oh, now you're talking, Miss Lila Proctor

Curator.

We're going to put your museum on the map of the scientific world.

Miss Ackland?

Hi.

I'm Bert Wilson.

I was in the Philippines at the same time as your mother.

Did you know her?

Oh, yes.

I knew her.

Krista.

I'm your father.

I don't know what my wife will say if she finds out.

Let's hope that she understands.

Krista.

Way back.

When I knew your mother.

had something very special.

When she left, we didn't know there was a baby on the way.

And we sort of got out of contact.

Later on, I found out she got married.

That doesn't matter.

I'm just so happy to have found you.

I want to know so much about you.

Everything, in fact.

Well, it's a long story. I don't... What should I call you?

Dad? Father?

Pop? Your choice.

Whatever you wish.

I know I'm rushing things a bit, but I'm getting married tonight.

I know.

Would you give me away?

I mean, only if you can work things out with your wife.

Sure.

Of course I will. Of course I will.

Mr.

Rourke.

Mr. Rourke.

You were right. He contacted me. I finally met my real father. Oh, how very

nice, Miss Ackland. I'll never know how to thank you for making it possible.

Well, are you quite certain it was I who made it possible?

Who else could it have been?

How would you like to accompany me to the plane dock to meet your parents and

your fiancé?

Oh, Mr. Rourke, I need some time to think.

Oh?

Well, you see, I'm not quite sure how to tell Mother and Bill.

Perhaps you should have taken that into consideration before you began your

fantasy.

I suppose I just didn't want to face up to it.

Yes.

He brought the whistle. Are you sure about that? Is it the whistle?

I thought, Mr. Stone.

Yes, it is.

At last, at last. It shall be as it was decreed.

How long will it take him to do the work, girl?

Don't get in a tizzy, old woman. It takes as long as it takes.

Be quiet.

The important thing is that our visitor is not distracted from his work.

That he stays here until he finishes it.

Your blood is eternally hot, my dear.

Should he need incentive to stay?

He'll stay if it takes the last ounce of strength and life in Lily's body.

There's something wrong with my eyes. Maybe I've been squinting too much and

there's a glare off the street.

Is something wrong?

Just leave, Adrian.

Get out of this place.

Oh, come on. Why should I? What's happened?

Don't have questions. Please, just go as fast as you can.

What, just like that?

I'm going to walk away from what I've been looking for all my life?

Lena, stop it.

What's wrong?

I don't know.

Nothing. I was just afraid you were tired.

Maybe there's a curse on the tablet.

A curse?

You're not serious.

Too serious, I guess.

You see, I'm so lonely here.

Then you walk through that door.

I just don't want anything to happen to you because... Because?

I'm Miss Ackland.

I'm Al Bond.

I knew your mother.

Oh.

Well, I'm sure my mother's going to be pleased to see some of her old friends

again. I knew your mother real well.

What I'm trying to say is, I'm the man you're looking for.

I'm him.

I'm your father.

Hey, look, he finally got here.

I thought we were supposed to meet for a drink.

Sorry, boys, I got sidetracked.

Well, we're going to pick up the ladies and go sightseeing.

Why not?

Why not?

I think my knee's acting up again.

Looks like maybe I better take a rain check.

Okay, well, why don't we meet back here for my ties later? Great, later on.

Yeah.

Incredible. Excuse me?

Boy, you got your mother's eyes and her walk.

And the way you hold your head.

You turn back the clock, you could be her.

Excuse me, sir, but who are you?

You're looking at your long -lost father.

I thought finding me would be...

Very important to you.

This is terrible.

I wish I'd ever come here at all.

between.

One at middle night, first for giving, then for taking,

the last for she who waits.

Blow and wish and we will come.

You're here, Mr. O 'Rourke, but you're right on cue. Then the tablet in the

museum provided the key you sought.

Yes.

You knew it was there all along?

I suspected it was, Mr. Bryles. The question is, what will you do now?

Well, I've deciphered the markings on the whistle.

Now, I solve its secret.

One at sunset, one between, one at middle night.

First for giving, then for taking, last for she who waits.

Blow and wish, and we will come.

You knew what it said all the time?

Oh, yes, Mr. Bryles.

But the thrill of discovery, the admiration of your peers, the reward of

will be all yours.

Well, you did find the tablet, and you did decipher its meaning.

You're right. I did.

Then is that enough, Mr. Bryles? Do you wish to terminate your fantasy and

return with me now?

No.

I mean, I've met someone.

Someone very special.

And besides that, there's my work. It's not finished yet. I don't know how I

know that, but I do.

Then it's your desire and your choice to stay.

Yes, I must, Mr. Rock.

So be it.

Should there come a moment of great doubt and fear, remember this.

The third wish can save you and all that you love. Only the third wish is

final.

Good luck, Mr. Briles.

Terribly sorry to be late. No, please, please sit down. It's been a very busy

day. Oh, we understand that. When do we get a chance to see Krista? Oh, I'm sure

she'll be along any minute. She's quite anxious to speak to you about a rather

delicate development.

What do you mean?

Well, it seems Krista discovered some old letters in her attic.

Letters? Yes.

Yes, I think I know the letters Mr. Rourke is referring to.

Mr. Rourke, you must understand that Ellie and I have always felt we were

the right thing by not telling Krista the truth about her father.

Of course.

Which father?

Or has it Mom filled you in on all the gory details?

Krista, there seems to be an overabundance of fathers.

And no bride to give away.

Can't you tell me what's going on here?

Mrs. Stickney, I believe this is a matter for her mother to resolve.

Mr. Rourke.

Mr. Rourke.

Something is going on here that I just don't understand. Julie, may I suggest

that you calm down, please?

Okay. Thank you.

It's about the dinner jacket for the father of the bride. Yes? The tailor is

literally pulling his hair out. So far, three fathers have shown up to be

fitted. Three fathers! It's... Well, it's impossible.

What do I tell the tailor about the fittings, I mean? Julie, this is one

decision I am going to allow you to make all on your very own.

You are?

Absolutely.

Thank you, Mr. Rourke. You're welcome.

why am I thanking you?

gratitude?

Hurry, my love.

The sun's almost down.

That... That does it.

It's nearly time.

What are they doing here?

They came to witness your triumph, darling.

They're here as witnesses.

Of course.

Of course. That's a damn good idea.

I'm feeling kind of feverish. It's too much excitement, I guess.

We... I understand.

Look. One at sunset.

First for giving.

Giving. My God, what does it mean?

You remember the legends.

The ancient rituals. They began by placating the deities. An act of

Gestures of unselfishness.

Yes, but... What?

Help me, Leela. Of course.

Our witnesses, Adrian. Look at these poor people.

Time has passed them by and left them in this place.

They've been cursed. They've lost everything.

Wish that they'd be restored to what they were. Hurry!

Blow and wish!

Wish! Make the wish!

May these people be restored to what they were.

I so wish.

Could the talk to me?

Mother, what am I supposed to tell him? That in addition to the man who's

pretended to be my father for years, that I also have three other fathers?

have only one father, Bill.

Please, Mother, I am not stupid.

I know that you were pregnant when you came back to the States.

Now, just try for one minute to look at it from my point of view.

I was only one year older than you are right this minute.

And I was thousands of miles away from home and very lonely.

You must have been.

You had an affair with every man I bumped into this morning.

That is not true.

There was only one.

Your real father.

But I think I know who those three men are you met here.

There were four of them, including Frank.

That was your father's real name.

They were in the same flying squadron.

They even went through basic training together. They were friends.

But Frank was special.

We were very much in love.

And we planned to get married.

But before that could happen, his plane was shot down and he was killed.

Then why would those other men say that they were my father?

Perhaps because of the kind of friendship that develops between men

when they face death together every day.

Is that through, gentlemen?

Right. Hi, Ellie.

Alex. Al.

Bert, Gene.

He bailed us out of a rough situation.

None of us would have been alive today if it hadn't been for him. That's right.

So when you said you wanted a father, you couldn't have known the truth. Else

you wouldn't have asked for him to give you away.

But who can tell a bride on her wedding day that her real father is dead?

Any of us would have done anything for Frank and your mother.

And you offered us the chance to pay him back in a little bit.

And we were glad for the chance.

We're just sorry we messed up the whole thing. That's right. We are.

You see, when I first came back to the United States and met Bill, he asked me

to marry him.

I told him the whole story, even about the pregnancy.

But he wanted to marry me anyway.

At first, things were a little bit rough.

But then, you were born.

And from the very first moment that they put you into his arms, he's called you

Daddy's little girl.

And you've been Daddy's little girl ever since.

Mom, I'm sorry.

Can you forgive me for the terrible things I said?

Oh, honey, it doesn't matter. Not now.

Well, I can't stand here blubbering. I've got a wedding to plan. Come on,

Mom, I love you.

I love you, too.

Don't tell me I fainted.

All right, I won't.

I had an awful dream.

The midpoint between sunset and middle night, nine o 'clock, that's when I have

to make the second wish. Don't make it, Adrian, please.

Who are you really, Leela?

One time you're like this, you're young and innocent and sweet, and then... You

can still... Save yourself.

You can leave.

Please. No, I can't leave.

I thought it was my work, but it's more than that.

It has to do with love.

It has to do with you, Lila.

I've been a fool.

I always thought that...

Reading a paper about my great discovery at a scientific convention and

hearing the bravos of dry and dusty old men would fill the rest of my life

with all the pleasure I could want.

And wouldn't it?

Not since I've met you.

I actually got caught up in this insanity.

My God, what a man's ego will do.

There's nothing wrong with getting what you want.

It's taking what's offered you.

I don't understand. You're so different.

Which, Leela, is the real one?

Blow the wickle, Adrian.

Make the second wish the wish for taking.

But you just asked me not to.

Love of the whistle, Adrian.

May all I want be granted, I so wish.

May all I want be granted, I

so...

Mr. Adrian Bryles.

I am Adrian Bryles, scientist, archaeologist, seeker of the truth, for

in decoding the tablets of Sumeria and opening a door to an unknown world.

It is our pleasure to present to you this medal.

And to elect you to membership as laureate of honor.

You accept this honor?

I so accept.

Now, now I have everything.

Everything, Mr. Bryles?

It is my wish.

I want her too.

I'm sorry, Mr. Bryles.

But that is she who waits.

She is the third wish.

I must have her.

I must have her.

Shouldn't the bride be getting dressed just about now?

I wanted to talk to you for a few minutes.

Nervous, huh?

A little.

I talked to Mom.

And she told me everything.

Yes. I hope that you can forgive me, Crystal.

I should have told you a long time ago.

As soon as you became old enough to understand.

There's nothing to forgive.

You had every right to know that I am not your real father.

What is a real father?

Isn't he someone who loves and protects you?

The person who got you first off.

Someone who's caring and understanding.

And somebody who's always there when you need them.

You are my real father.

You always were.

And you always will be.

I love you, Daddy.

I love weddings.

Tux looks great.

I told Daddy I wasn't nervous.

Now I'm not so sure.

A bride has the right to be nervous.

Do I look okay?

You look very lovely.

I think that's our cue.

Who gives this woman to enter into the holy bonds of matrimony?

I do.

For as much as these two persons have come hither to be made one in this holy

estate, if there be any here present who knows of any just cause why they may

not lawfully be joined in marriage, I require him now to make it known, or

after, to hold his peace.

You know the power of the whistle, Adrian.

You've experienced its ancient mysteries.

You've shared in its promises.

Hallucinations.

Nightmares. I can't accept any of it as reality.

Not even me?

Yes.

You're real, but only part of you is real. I can't explain it. I don't

understand it. Listen to me.

Everything that you've experienced...

It's only a reflection of what is to come.

It's just a glimpse into the future.

In a few minutes, it'll be middle night.

You only have to make the third wish, along with the other two wishes.

All will come true.

All in an instant.

The townspeople restored.

Yes. My success, my recognition.

Yes, yes.

And the third wish, for she who waits.

For she who waits.

Blow and wish, and we shall come.

Yes. Yes, Adrienne.

Yes.

Blow and wish, and we will come.

It's nearly middle night, Layla.

Blow the whistle, Adrian.

Blow the whistle, Adrian.

No. No.

Blow the whistle, Adrian.

Make the wish, Adrian.

Yes, Adrian.

Wish for she who waits, and we will come.

Make the wish, my love. We will be together always.

Yes, make the wish. Make the wish. Make the wish. Make the wish. Make the wish,

my love, and we will be together always.

Make the wish.

Hurry. Make the wish.

Make it.

Make the wish. Make the wish, Adrian!

Make the wish, Adrian!

Make the wish!

Make the wish!

Make the wish! Make the wish!

Make the wish!

The third wish can save you and all that you love. Only the third wish is fine.

Make the wish!

This is my third wish.

But my first...

Two wishes never come true.

I'm

free.

She or whatever it was is gone.

terrible creature is all gone.

Oh, Adrian.

The first day I walked through that door a year ago, I'm just me.

What would have happened to me if you hadn't come here?

It was Mr. Rourke who sent me down.

But I'll be more than willing to take full credit.

Would you mind going on ahead and checking the luggage? I want to talk to

Rourke for a minute.

Sure, honey.

Thank you, Mr. Rourke. You're very welcome, sir.

Bye, Julie. Bye -bye.

The wedding was just lovely, Krista.

Thanks to Mr. Rourke.

And you.

I'm just glad your father brought his own morning coat.

It would appear your fantasy didn't turn out quite as you had anticipated.

I arrived here thinking that I didn't know my father.

And I realize now that I know him more than ever.

I better hurry.

Thank you.

You're very welcome.

Bye -bye. Bye.

Everything is wonderful, Mr. O 'Rourke. Thank you so much, especially for

Adrian.

Do you regret losing the fame and recognition you sought, Mr. Riles?

Are you kidding?

Thank you, Mr. O 'Rourke.

You're very welcome, Mr. Riles. Miss Proctor, goodbye.