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The plan!

The plan!

The princess?

Good morning, Buck. Good morning, Gatoo.

Smiles, everyone, smiles.

Oh, boss, is she a pretty lady?

What's her name?

Her name is Miss Rebecca Walters.

She is the manager of a florist shop.

If she came here to find some pretty flowers, she came to the right place,

right, boss?

Yes, that's quite right, that's true. But Miss Walters' fantasy is to meet a

very special man.

A man who will do anything for her. A man who will always be around.

And who will need her just as much as she needs him.

Isn't that every woman's fantasy?

Yes, that too. But in the case of Miss Walters, I think she'll soon discover

that finding that kind of man could be a most unnerving experience.

Where are they both?

The first gentleman is the shipping tycoon, Mr. Douglas Picard.

The lady with him is his sister, Eunice.

The other man is Mr. Picard's financial advisor, Mr. Justin Rothwell.

I think you'll find Mr. Picard's fantasy is one of the most unusual and

challenging to ever confront us the two.

What is it?

Mr. Picard's fantasy is to claim legal ownership of Fantasy Island.

My dear guests, I am Mr. Ork, your host. Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Miss Walters, do you think you would immediately recognize this ideal man if

were to meet him?

Oh, absolutely. In a minute.

And how would you know? Oh, well, he would be courteous and dignified and yet

spiritual.

Fun -loving, you know, never predictable.

And he would be kind and wonderful to me.

Ah, and that is your image of the perfect husband for me.

Yes, it is.

Yes.

Very well, Miss Walters. Tattoo, will you escort Miss Walters to the lagoon,

please?

But men don't hang around the lagoon.

Tattoo, you must follow your own advice.

Practice patience.

Remember, patience.

You will now be taking your first step towards the fulfillment of your fantasy,

Miss Walters.

Thank you, Mr. Walters. You're most welcome.

This island was originally purchased by Captain Verdugo, a sailor of the Spanish

Armada.

They transferred the deed to this island on June 27th, Justin, 15... 1588.

1588.

Have a seat, won't you?

May I ask how this document happened to come into your possession, Mr. Picard?

Quite by accident.

I recently bought a villa in Madrid that was built originally by that same

Captain Verdugo.

It stayed within his family for the last four centuries.

The purchase price included all other assets, and we found the deed to this

island among them.

I can assure you that it's valid.

Oh, I have not questioned its validity, Mr. Rothwell.

But this island means a great deal to me.

just as it is now, filled with the cherished memories of so many people,

is precisely the reason I don't intend to sit idly by and let you take it away

from me.

Well, I'm afraid there's very little you can do about it, Mr. Rothwell. Oh, no,

Mr. Picard, there is something I can do about it, and I intend to do it.

When you consider the antiquity of this document, I am curious to see how an

international tribunal would resolve this matter.

Are you threatening litigation?

Oh, yes, Mr. Rothwell, I certainly am.

And as you know, a settlement could take years to be resolved in the courts.

During that time, naturally, I would get an injunction and continue to operate

precisely as I do now.

I thought you might take this time, Mr. Rock, so perhaps we can resolve our

problem in some other manner.

Well, that, of course, depends, Mr. Picard.

May I suggest a competition?

A competition between us.

Something the French call la preuve de l 'âme du corps.

La raison.

The test of the mind, the body, and the spirit.

Very well, Mr. Picard.

I accept your challenge.

Okay, that's it. I've had it.

I'm not going to stay around here any longer.

Tattoo?

Tattoo, wake up!

Tattoo? I'm going back to Mr.

Rourke.

There's nobody here.

Nobody!

believe this.

I don't believe it either.

He looks like a genie.

Unless we're both seeing things.

Hey, hey!

Quick, open it.

Oh, this is a joke, right? I mean, it's a trick.

Miss Walter, open it, please.

Walk it! It's the only bottle I've got!

It can't be happening, can it?

Oh, of course it can.

And it is.

I am Justinofocles Arminium Aristophilus.

For having freed me, you are now my mistress and I will do anything you

You will?

You have the word.

Justinofocles Arminium... Excuse me.

Would you mind, could I just call you Joe for short?

You know, everything you're saying is terrific. It's just...

I don't believe it. Or you?

How long have you been floating inside of that bottle?

Two thousand years.

A hundred, more or less.

Oh, well, that's terrible.

Well, the worst part was the fumes.

What fumes?

From the former contents of the bottle.

One hundred and fifty proof mead.

I was drunk for the first five hundred years and had a hangover for the next

hundred.

Well, how did you happen to wash up here?

I'm not sure. Always before I floated right past this island.

Well, now you're here, I mean, you can't run around dressed like that.

Oh, I understand.

Something a little more modern, hmm?

Ah, that's a good try, but not quite, Joe.

It was the latest thing last time I was out of the bottle.

Hi again.

You are improving.

If you could just jump ahead a few centuries, I think you would be a real

winner.

Well,

it is much better.

Now, mistress, I have it within my power to grant you three wishes.

And after they've been granted, it's back in the bottle and to the sea with

Three wishes, huh?

Anything I want? Absolutely.

Well, you don't mind a little test, do you?

No. Okay, Joe.

Let's see you do your stuff.

I wish that I was in the back seat

of a chauffeur -driven Rolls Royce, elegantly but tastefully dressed,

champagne. Champagne? Yes.

I really don't understand what's happening, but it's a terrific start.

Well, I'm delighted you approved, Miss Walter.

Oh, thank you.

Please come in, Mr. Rourke. Thank you, Mr. Rothwell.

Mr. Rourke, I'd like to introduce you to my sister, Eunice.

I am very happy to meet you, Miss Picard.

Are you enjoying your stay on Fancy Island?

Actually, I haven't seen much of it yet.

I'm not much of a mixer, Mr. Rourke.

Yes, well, shall we... Shall we get down to the rules of our little competition,

Mr. Rourke?

By all means, Mr. Picard.

Each row of cards represents one of the three categories we'll compete in.

The mind, the body, and the spirit.

Correct. Now, there are three cards in each row. Now, it's your choice, Mr.

Rourke. On the other side, it will tell us which one of the events it will be.

Very well.

The first row, that of the mind.

This row. Yes.

Ah, chess exercise. Do you play chess, Mr. Rourke? On occasion, Mr. Picard.

On occasion.

Yes. And now, the test of the body.

This row.

Broad affair.

Bomb wrestling.

No explanation necessary?

No.

Now the third and final card.

The test of the spirit.

Since the spirit...

an intangible human quality, the winner of the third and final contest shall

exhibit a compassionate, unselfish act which must surpass by mutual unethical

agreement that of his opponent.

The most difficult test of all, Mr. Picard.

When shall we start?

Shall we say, um, 12 noon?

Excellent.

Will you excuse me?

Miss Picard?

Thank you.

Miss Picard, there is a great deal to discover on Fantasy Island.

I sincerely hope you decide to look around.

I'll think about it, Mr. Roark.

Please do.

Mr. Rothwell.

Mr. Roark.

Interesting man, Mr. Roark.

A charming man.

Well, after we finish playing our little game and I've won it all, I'll give him

to you as a present.

Do you think you can buy him like you've bought everything else?

Why not?

If there's one thing I've learned coming up the hard way, is that there isn't

anything or anyone that doesn't have a price tag.

Yes.

Including Mr. Rook.

Joe, I want you to tell me the truth.

Did Mr.

Rourke arrange for you to come here to help me find my perfect husband?

Oh, I don't think so, mistress. I haven't even spoken to this Mr.

Rourke.

Oh.

Well, I still think he arranged for you to be here.

What I can't understand is why it takes him so long to understand what I really

want. Well, I suppose it's because he hasn't found the right man for you yet.

Well, I guess so, but you would think that he would have someone in mind

I came.

Well, look, about this perfect husband, maybe if you could tell me what kind of

man you're looking for, I could come up with something.

All right.

Nothing too unusual, you know.

And he has to be courteous.

Dignified. Dignified. And spiritual.

Spiritual?

Yes. Why not?

What is this that thou hast done?

The lamb shall not be without blemish this day, nor shall ye eat the fat of

lamb.

Isn't he spiritual enough, mistress?

Oh, perhaps a little too spiritual. I think you jumped the gun.

I'm not going to use this as one of my wishes. Could you just send him back

wherever you got him?

Abide in me.

Okay.

Look, Joe. I know that you're trying to help. Oh, I'm so sorry, Mistress. When

that's in... Another thing, that word mistress, when you use that in public, I

think people get the wrong idea.

I don't know why, but if you say so.

Look, Joe.

I have a feeling that I'm going to meet my perfect husband very soon.

And when I do, that means that you go back into the bottle, doesn't it?

I've never minded it much before, but... But what?

This time I think I'm going to mind it a lot.

Gentlemen, by mutual agreement, you've got a 30 second time limit for each

May the march begin.

Mr. Rock, pawn to queen four.

Ah, the queen's gambit, Mr. Rock.

Pawn to queen's four.

On to Bishop Four.

Thank you, but I decline the gambit, Mr. Roth.

A wise decision, Mr. Picard.

Time is not begun.

Yes, yes.

Night takes pawn.

Uh -oh.

Bishop's pawn takes pawn.

No, no, I won't let you queen that pawn, Mr. Rourke.

Bishop takes pawn.

You see, I told you.

Bishop, to night five.

Discover a check, double check, and mate, Mr. Picard.

Clever.

Clever combination.

You might like to know you just defeated the eighth -ranked chess player in the

world, Mr. Rourke. Oh, you are indeed an excellent player, Mr. Picard, and I

consider myself fortunate at once.

Clever.

Boss, I knew you could make it.

Really? For a moment there, I thought I detected doubt in your attitude.

No? Well, I'm happy I was wrong.

It's a very nice lady tattoo, but deeply troubled, I'm afraid.

You know, this fantasy island's quite a lovely place, don't you think?

It kind of reminds me of Bora Bora.

I must have passed there a hundred times in my bottle.

I just wish it was a little cooler. It's so warm today.

Well, your wish is my command, mistress.

Joe, what have you done?

But you wished.

But I didn't mean to.

You made Sanofi Island look like the North Pole.

Mr. Aristopoulos.

It's freezing.

I'm going to get my coat. Mr. Aristopoulos, I assume you are

this blizzard.

Well, actually, I am. I wish for it accidentally.

I'm sorry, Mr. Rourke. We both are. You can save your apologies for my office,

but I expect to see you both at precisely three o 'clock. I simply will

tolerate having my other guests... Inconvenience, this way. And, Mr.

Aristopoulos, I suggest that you get this iceberg cleared away as quickly as

possible. Will you please excuse me?

Well, at least it cooled off.

Joe, I just remembered.

I only have one wish left.

Oh, how nice. Thank you. Very welcome.

Mr. Rourke, I'm very worried about my brother.

He's not used to being beaten at anything, including chess.

Oh, yes, I am well aware of that, Mr. Curran.

And I think a great deal of him, but I hope you win this competition.

Oh.

And why is that?

I know how much Fantasy Island means to you.

Indeed. It has been a rich and rewarding experience for me.

I also know how much happiness you bring to people who come here.

Miss Picard, why don't you tell me what is really bothering you?

Your next competition.

The arm wrestling.

Yes.

It's not going to be just another contest.

My brother means for it to be a fight to the finish.

A fight to the death.

I've always had a soft spot in my heart for Jeannie.

But this time you have extended my patience to the limit.

Mr. Rourke, it was my fault. I told you that.

Nevertheless, Miss Walters, he has been around considerably longer than you.

Very nearly 19 centuries.

20. 20, to be more precise.

And he should have known better. Do you know that some of my guests have already

come to me complaining of frostbite?

Can you imagine that?

Frostbite on Fantasy Island.

I made a mistake, Mr. Rourke. You certainly did, sir. I admit it.

Mr. Rourke, what does all of this have to do with my fantasy?

Oh. Well, I can only supply the means, Miss Walters.

You must supply the end, the actual fulfillment of your fantasy.

I only have one more wish.

Only one?

One.

Then you must use it very carefully, very, very carefully, Miss Walters.

Don't you agree, Mr. Aristophanes?

Don't you agree?

Oh, yes, of course. Yes, yes.

Oh, what happened to the snow?

Snow, Tattoo?

What snow?

Here on Fantasy Island?

Surely you must be jesting.

Hey, boss.

Don't you remember when I was there? The snow?

Really, Tattoo.

Oh.

I don't feel good.

I think I got fever. I think I'm coming down with something.

Oh, my.

Boss, you don't mind if I take two or three days off?

Oh, not at all. But before you go,

Will you take care of these few small matters for me?

All right, boss.

Repair Gazebo roof collapsed from weight of snow and ice.

Gazebo roof?

Snow and ice?

Boss?

Snow and ice?

He really did snow, didn't he?

You're really dead slow. Oh, yes.

I can write in it, huh? Now we're about to think.

Bye, boss.

No, I'm not.

Oh, that's just a little surprise.

I thought I might add a little excitement to our contest.

These spiders are a very rare breed.

They're from a Lycosa family imported from Tunisia. One bite means almost

instantaneous death.

Excitement, Mr. Picard. But the rules are simple.

If you feel you're losing the contest, say yield.

But say it before your hand touches the spider.

Now, if you do wish to compete, you don't have to.

You can yield right now.

I have no intention of forfeiting, Mr. Picard.

win. I will.

Yield.

I yield.

The

competition

is even.

I didn't beat her.

Yes, that's all.

When you think about it, that's enough to know, isn't it?

Ah,

Miss Walters, please come in.

Please have a seat, won't you?

Mr. Rourke, I think we should just lay our cards on the table, okay?

By all means, Miss Walters. It's about Joe.

Oh?

I suspect that you have him here to help me find a perfect husband.

And, well, to tell you the truth, he just isn't cutting it.

Then you find his services unsatisfactory, huh?

Well, I really do only have one more wish.

And no progress in sight.

I see. And you are convinced that he's here because of me?

Well, I don't really think that he's here by accident.

It's just that time keeps passing and I don't have a perfect husband.

But you will, Miss Walters.

Miss Walters, have you noticed how often we are blind to those things closest to

us?

See, I really don't know what you mean by that. Well, then perhaps you remember

the old saying...

Sometimes we can't see the forest for the trees.

I don't know what you mean by that either. Oh, I think you do, Miss

I think you do.

Oh, hi.

Oh, hi.

Joe, could I please talk to you for a minute?

May I ask what all these men are doing here? They're filling out applications.

I'm sure that at least one of them will satisfy your qualifications.

Why don't you take an ad out in the New York Times husband wanted?

I'm sorry if I embarrassed you.

Could you please ask them to leave?

I don't think they'd like that.

Why not?

Well, see, the winner was going to get this.

It was given to me by Alibaba.

So the lucky man not only gets a bride, but a bride.

May I speak to you?

Have a seat.

Now, what can I do for you?

Why did you do it?

You could have won the arm wrestling contest and fantasy only would have been

yours legally.

You know why I purposefully lost.

I'm not sure my brother would have done the same for you.

May I remind you that we still have a third contest.

That of the spirit.

You know my brother has something very special planned for that.

Yes.

Now, will you tell me something?

If I can, yes.

Except for the contest. I understand you've hardly been seen around Fantasy

Island since your arrival.

Why is that?

Do you have any idea how lonely it can be growing up in a family with enormous

wealth? I can imagine.

Sometimes the most favored people and also the most vulnerable.

Vulnerability is the story of my life.

Especially with men.

Take the two men I married.

They never really loved me.

Douglas had to pay them off just to get rid of them.

So now you avoid meeting other men because you're afraid of being hurt

that it?

Men have never been attracted to me.

They only wanted one thing, the golden key to the family vault, and I'm just

going to go through that again, ever.

Picard, forgive me for being presumptuous, but I

believe that your feeling that men are not attracted to you

is of your own choosing.

Self -imposed to make you feel protected.

I would like to try something.

Well, what happened?

Oh!

Is this really me, Mr. Rourke? Yes, Miss Picard. It is really you.

Do you still feel that you are unattractive to men?

I don't know what to think.

This is going to take a little getting used to.

Take all the time you wish.

How did you do it?

I did nothing that was not already intrinsically yours, Miss Picard, both

flesh and in the spirit.

I don't know what to say.

Well, could you say that you will honor me tonight by being my date at the ball

your brother is hosting?

I would be delighted to, Mr. Rourke. And I thank you.

But first, I'm going to take a nice long walk to convince myself I'm not

dreaming all of this.

Where's Eunice?

Oh, she said something about stopping by to see Mr. Rourke.

Oh, yes, I'm looking forward to seeing him myself. I want to see the expression

on his face.

Where he learns about my little compassionate, unselfish act for the

the spirit.

Yeah, few people could afford to donate $25 million to charity, Mr. Picard.

Very few.

I want to make certain that he concedes victory in this island to me.

Do you like it?

I got it for my honeymoon.

Well, it's nice. It really is.

It's nice.

I'm sorry about the display of hysterics out there, but... Well, Joe, I'm really

disappointed.

I'm sorry about that.

I mean, I'm leaving tomorrow.

And I didn't meet him.

My fantasy never happened.

And it's all my fault.

It isn't, Joe. No, it isn't.

You know what I could do?

I have one more wish. You know how I could use it?

I could wish that my perfect husband would appear right in this room at this

very minute. What do you think?

That's your decision.

But then if I do that, I've used up all my wishes and you have to go back in

that bottle again. Well, you must think only of your own happiness, huh?

You know, Joe, you're a very sweet man.

Miss Walters, have you noticed how often we are blind to those things closest to

us? Well, then perhaps you remember the old saying, we sometimes can't see the

forest or the tree.

Oh, my.

Joe. Huh?

Joe, you know that perfect husband I keep describing?

Mm -hmm.

Well, that's you.

But I'm a genie.

Well, so what?

I mean, Joe, I've been really foolish.

Now I know what Mr. Rourke meant when he said sometimes you can't see the forest

for the trees.

I've been in love with you all this time and I didn't even know it.

He mustn't say that.

Well, why not?

I mean, that's what I feel.

I really love you.

I love you, too.

But you have to remember, I have to leave soon and get back in my bottle.

Haven't you forgotten one thing?

What's that?

I have one wish.

And I wish for you to become mortal and never go back in that horrible bottle

again.

Justin. It's Eunice.

I haven't seen her this happy in years.

If it seemed those rumors were not unfounded about Rourke's doing miracles

people.

Look how beautiful she is.

I have to hand it to this Rourke. He's accomplished in a few hours what I

haven't been able to do in years.

Oh,

dear.

Eunice. Thanks.

You look marvelous. Just marvelous.

Oh, Douglas, thank you.

Mr. Rourke, I don't think I could have been as big a man as you were.

I mean about the arm wrestling.

But I am big enough to thank you for the... change in my sister.

Actually, there has been no change, Mr. Picard.

If you look closely, you'll see she's exactly the same person she was before.

Just a little touch -up job here and there, right, Mr. Rourke?

I believe we still have some unfinished business.

Yes, Mr. Picard, we do.

According to the rules of a competition,

The winner must exhibit a compassionate, unselfish act which surpasses that of

his opponent.

Yes.

Well, there's nothing that I've done or could do which could surpass the change

in Eunice.

But, Mr. Picard, your donation... Justin, please.

He's referring to a small donation I made to charity was really nothing.

So what I'm saying, Mr. Rock, is that I concede.

You win.

Fantasy Island.

It's yours to keep.

And I congratulate

you, Mr. Picard.

It takes a very special quality.

Be gracious in defeat.

Yes, sir.

May I suggest a toast?

By all means.

To Fantasy Island and all it represents.

To Fantasy Island and to your sister, Mr. Picard.

Yes.

To you, Eunice.

Thank you, Douglas.

Please. Oh, Douglas.

Thank you. Mr. Rothwell?

Mr. Rourke.

I can't thank you enough for everything, Mr. Roark.

I just wish it didn't have to be goodbye.

Well, it needn't be. Miss Picard, I look forward to your next visit to Fantasy

Island someday.

I just may take you up on that.

Our doors are always open for pretty ladies.

Oh, thank you, Ted.

Goodbye, sir.

Goodbye,

Mr. Roark.

Mr. Rothwell.

Oh, I never thought I'd see the day, Mr. Rourke. I thought I was destined to

spend the rest of eternity just bobbing around in the ocean.

Joe and I would like to leave this with you.

Well, thank you very much.

Salute to you both, Mr.

and Mrs.

Aristopoulos.

Thank you.