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Bye -bye.

Good morning, boss. Good morning, Tattoo. Have you seen Julie?

Remember, she's working with Mrs. Brennan.

On a one billion BC fantasy.

Ah, yes. As I recall, Julie was going to help Mrs. Brannan introduce women's

living to that ancient society, yes.

Right, boss.

But I don't think Julie is doing too well.

What do you mean?

Now, you listen, old log.

That club is not the answer to every suggestion I make.

Will you quit that?

Well,

obviously that culture isn't quite ready to...

adopt women's rights yet.

Shall we go, Tattoo?

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

Boss, that man looks nervous.

Possibly because he's approaching a very critical time in his life as well as

his career.

Mr. Jack Hecker is a very successful clothing manufacturer.

He's here for a fashion show, right, boss?

Quite right, Tattoo.

I bet I know who she is.

All right, go ahead.

She's Mr. Hecker, top fashion model.

I'm afraid you would lose your bet, Tattoo.

No, actually, she is Miss Susie Swan, Mr. Hecker's assistant.

He's girl Friday for the past five years, and she is hopelessly in love

him.

What is her fantasy?

Miss Swan's fantasy is to fall out of love with Mr. Hecker.

Out of love?

Boss, that's a new one for us, right?

Indeed.

Boss, what a cold -looking face.

Wheezy. Mr. Frank Barton, formerly a demolition expert, now a world -famous

hunter, one of the last of his kind.

Did he ever shoot at a charging rhino?

A charging what?

Rhino. Oh, a charging rhino. Oh, yes, he's on it all, Tattoo. Mr. Barton has

hunted every type of big game from Alaska to Africa.

What's his fantasy?

His fantasy is to have the most exciting hunt of his life.

That's not going to be easy.

It will be quite a challenge to provide Mr. Barton with what he wants.

Well, I'm betting on the hunter.

You may be right, Tattoo.

My dear guests, I am Mr. Rourke. Your host, welcome to Fantasy Island.

I know what people say about me, Mr. Rock.

Good old Susie, everybody's doormat.

It's just that I really like people.

I like helping them.

People who feel like you are often misunderstood, Miss Warren.

But your feelings for Mr. Hecker are much stronger than mere liking, or you

wouldn't be here.

Oh, I love Jack.

It's as simple as that.

But he has no time for love or me.

Being a success is everything to him.

You know, when we first started out, he couldn't even afford a storefront.

And then his design started catching on and look where he is today.

But you know, in all that time, he's never once looked at me as a woman or

understood how I felt.

You didn't tell him that you love him?

I never had the courage tattoo.

Besides, love is a two -way street, isn't it?

I'm just tired of hurting.

Please make me fall out of love, Mr. Rourke.

Set me free.

All right, Miss One.

But there is only one way to do that.

By concentrating your emotions on the opposite of love.

You mean hate?

That's exactly what my boss means.

But I've never hated anyone in my life.

But if that's the only way...

I'm ready.

Teach me to hate.

Tattoo?

They look like gumdrops.

That's what they are.

Except for one thing.

The sugar content has been extracted from a very special fruit that grows

here on Fantasy Island.

It contains a certain ingredient which induces, shall we say, a reverse.

emotional response in anyone who tastes it.

You mean I eat one of these whenever?

Whenever you feel the need to experience the emotion of hate, Miss Swan, yes.

That's hard to believe.

You know something, Mr. Rourke?

I just met you, and already I don't like you.

I don't like either one of you.

You're too short, and you, you've got a funny accent.

You see, Miss Wong, they do really work.

So be careful.

Be very careful.

I've got to be careful how I use these.

Mr. Rourke, I came here to discuss my fantasy.

Oh, I've given it much thought, Mr. Barton.

Although I prefer more relaxing sports, like golf,

I have gone to great pains to consider a hunt worthy of your ability.

Please make yourself comfortable, Mr. Barton.

Thank you, Tattoo.

Unfortunately, I am against killing animals for sports. And you've already

proven your...

skill against such game.

I'm glad you agree.

Any safari is not what I had in mind.

No? No animal is a match for me.

Granted, trapped or wounded, they can be ferocious.

But intellect, Mr. Rourke, intellect is what makes an adversary really

dangerous.

There can be only one adversary with intellect.

Man himself.

That's murder, Mr. Barton.

Oh, I agree.

If we were talking about a traditional hunt, certainly nothing is safe in my

sights. Now, Mr. Rock, what I had in mind, what I envisioned was a game of

Like a high -stakes poker game.

Very high stakes.

Say what you mean.

You're the game for the kind of a hunt I've got in mind, Rourke.

With the condition that you can't use your so -called special powers.

Of course, you know the essence of a truly great hunt holds danger for the

hunter as well as the hunted.

Exactly why I'm here.

Boss. You'll be a sitting duck.

Very well, I accept your terms.

No special powers?

No special powers, Mr. Barton.

However, if you're not successful in the next 24 hours, there will be no holes

barred on my part.

Fair enough?

Good day.

Boss, why are you doing that?

I have very special reasons to do it.

Now, will you go prepare things for our other guests' fantasy, please?

Thank you.

Lucky for you, my little friend is harmless, Rourke.

If I had wanted, you'd already be dead.

Here, pin these ends together.

Susie, I'm here putting my career on the line and you...

Suddenly disappear?

Where have you been?

Around.

Around? Jack, you didn't have to put everything on the line.

You were doing just great selling to everyday working girls.

But no, all of a sudden you had to get into very expensive original designer

dresses.

Susie, moving up is the name of the game.

And I have to admit the tension is starting to get to me already.

I mean, if this show is a flop, I'll probably be right back selling ready

right off the rack.

Jack, I have something to confess to you.

That sounds ominous.

Well, I just wanted you to know that when we came here, well, I wanted

to... Well, I just don't know how to say it. Mr. Hecker, Irina Ravel will be

here in a little while. She wants to see you.

Irina Ravel?

As in the house of Irene?

From Paris?

The one and only.

Jack, I was trying to tell you something very important. Not now, Susie.

What could be more important than meeting one of the most famous fashion

designers in the world?

Nothing I could say, obviously.

Skip it.

Please come in, come in. He's right over here.

Mr. Hecker, may I present Miss Irina Ravel.

Ah, what a marvelous surprise.

It's just a privilege meeting you.

I've been following your career with a great deal of interest. Why, thank you.

Am I interrupting anything? No, no, no, of course not, of course not.

No, of course not. I was only going to tell him I love him.

I so looked forward to meeting you, Jacques.

Jacques, Jacques.

Well, that's it.

My new label, The House.

Of Jacques.

Vera, get the printer on the phone right away.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Well, what have we here?

I know. How about the lady barracuda and the puppy dog?

House of Jacques.

Yuck would be a better word.

Now, I know you two have so much in common you want to talk about Jacques.

But before I go, about that tension in your neck...

Mr.

Rourke, I'm glad you could join me.

Oh, I hope you don't mind.

I took the liberty of ordering a special King Emmanuel lobster salad for you.

Excellent choice.

What's the matter, Mr. Rourke?

Has something upset your appetite?

Oh, I don't scare that easily, Mr. Barton.

Well, if you're just going to stare at your food.

Delicious.

Do you think I'd be that obvious?

Perhaps I underestimated you.

But I seriously doubt it.

You know, I'm not really very hungry.

Perhaps you'd like another bite of mine.

Very, very good, Mr. Rourke. You are catching on.

Actually, it's an interesting chemical I put on your fork.

It's easily activated by a person's saliva.

Just a short time in your stomach.

A little trick I picked up from a village elder while searching for the

abominable snowman in Tibet.

You escape this time, Rourke.

But I promise you within 24 hours you'll be dead.

Excuse me.

Forgive me for disturbing you.

May I join you?

Oh, sure.

Has anyone ever told you you look like one of those mysterious stars in those

foreign movies? You know, where we have to read what they say?

No.

No, but I find it a most charming and flattering observation.

You do?

Are you here alone?

Yes. Uh, uh, no.

Uh, uh, in a way.

I'm Jack Hecker's personal assistant for the fashion show.

Does Miss Hecker require your services at dinner?

Only if the lamb chops need to be dressed.

Eight o 'clock, Miss?

Call me Susie.

Eight o 'clock would be fine.

I'm staying in the Lilac Bungalow.

Au revoir, Susie.

Enjoying yourself, this one?

Oh, yes.

Did you see that man that just left?

Very handsome.

The point is, I saw him, too. And he saw me.

And you know what?

I forgot all about Jack.

For the first time in five years, I was turned on by another man.

Oh, then your fantasy is coming true the way you want it.

Enjoy yourself, this one.

Oh, I intend to.

Goodbye.

More heat, please.

More heat.

All right. Watch me.

Watch your hands.

just broke down.

Oh, perhaps the generator has cut out again.

I was hiding in the middle of the lesson.

Don't sulk, my friend. I'll fix it.

Usually all it takes is a good swift kick.

All right, girl.

Take five.

The generator.

Boss! Boss, booby trap.

No, boss!

No!

That's better.

Boss, I thought it was booby trap.

Tattoo, after all these years, have you no faith in me?

Sure, boss, but I didn't want anything to happen to you.

Thank you, Tattoo.

Thank you.

But don't worry, I know what I'm doing.

Now, you carry on with your hula lesson.

I'll get the rover and attend to some other important business, all right?

All right, boss.

fatal mistake, Rourke.

You can't always ignore the obvious.

You lose.

I'm not sure that Susie Swan can help us.

She said her position with Hecker is only temporary.

She may be right. I just saw an example of a vile temper.

But that's their problem.

Right now, she is working for him.

And our concern is that Jack Hicker is a very talented and imaginative

competitor.

And that we're playing for very high stakes.

I love your thinking, darling.

Especially when it comes to money.

Oh, by the way, you're Susie Swan?

She said I look like a motion picture star.

Then you should have no trouble in keeping her occupied and out of the way.

While you do what?

Make absolutely certain that my designs dominate this fashion show.

By making just as certain that the heck of creations disappear.

You take absolutely no chances, do you, darling?

Dear Claude, I didn't get to where I am by taking chances.

I had a message. Someone wanted to meet me here.

Rourke?

Oh, no. It's impossible.

This soup is a special creation of mine, Mr. Barton.

Would you care for a sample?

But you're... you're... Dead?

Oh, come now. Don't tell me my little game of possum fooled you.

The master game hunter?

No.

I saw you walk in that garage with my own eyes.

Yes, you did.

You cheated.

There's no way you could have survived that explosion without using some

power.

I don't need special powers to beat you, Mr. Barton.

I simply walked out the back door of the garage.

That simple.

You are proving to be a worthy adversary, Mr. Roark.

Does that mean you wish to try again?

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

You're positive you won't try my soup?

I assure you it's quite good.

Oh, no.

No, thank you, Mr. Roark.

Mr. Barton?

Enjoy your fantasy.

Mmm.

Kim, start over at number four.

Stephanie, you model number two, and Kathleen, number six. I think it's the

one, but I'm going to have to change the design a little bit on that.

I'll work out the schedule later.

There are seats where the girls get plenty of rest.

Of course, Mr. Hecker.

Have a good day.

It's kind of late for making changes, isn't it?

So we'll burn the midnight oil. It's not the first time.

There's one little problem.

I have a date.

Date? You mean a guy?

I imagine such a thing is quite a surprise to you.

A man being interested in me.

No, I mean, why should it?

Then you don't care?

Of course not.

Go on, have yourself a good time.

Take care of things here.

It doesn't make you extra work?

There's nothing I can't handle.

Okay. You know what I feel like doing, Jack Hicker?

What? Eating a gumdrop.

A little surprise, Mr. Rourke.

You like to practice putting.

Next time, bang.

Ah, Barton.

Do come in. Have a seat, won't you?

No, thank you, Mr. Rourke.

Why'd you ask to see me?

I thought it my duty to remind you that time is running out on your fantasy.

I am well aware of that.

I was hoping you might reconsider and drop this strange obsession of yours.

Don't be ridiculous, Mr. Rourke. I'm enjoying myself.

You do remember, don't you?

There will be serious consequences if you fail.

I remember.

I was hoping we might reach some sort of agreement.

Frankly, Mr. Barton, I find it impossible to understand this

fascination you have with killing.

It's not the kill, Mr. Rourke.

It's the excitement of the chase.

Oh.

Oh, I see.

Frankly, it's conversation that bores me.

Mr. Barton, you should try golf.

It requires skill, a bit of luck, and nobody gets hurt.

You're wasting my time, Rourke.

I am appreciative of your concern over my lack of skill.

Thank you.

Curiously, I found an explosive device in this spotting cup today.

They are popping up in the most unlikely places. Who knows?

Anyone might even find one in his own room.

Perhaps even your room, Mr. Barton.

Oh, by the way, I believe the door will open now.

Did you design that lovely dress you're wearing?

Oh, no, I've never designed anything.

My specialty is fabrics.

And I'm also pretty good at solving last -minute fitting problems.

At least I was until today.

What do you mean?

Do we have to talk about business?

I want to know everything about you.

Well, that'll take about three minutes.

Then what will we talk about?

Don't underestimate yourself.

What if you'd rather not talk about yourself?

How do you get on with this Jack Hecker chap you work for? You did mention your

relationship with him is only temporary. Susie, Susie, I've been looking for

you. I've got a problem with the bodice on number six.

You said you could handle it. Well, I need you. I just can't get it done by

myself.

You need me?

Of course I need you.

Oh, gee.

Look here, Susie and I are having a dinner.

Stay out of it, will you?

Look, will you help me, please?

Please? I don't want to get physical about this, but you know... Look, Romeo,

she works for me. She's in the middle of dinner. But I'm not paying her salary

to have dinner with you.

If I tell her to work all night long, she works all night long. If I tell her

jump over a measuring tape, she jumps.

She jumps?

You're an awfully rude man. Why don't you be a decent fellow and run along?

Yeah, Jack.

Why don't you split?

Darling.

Oh, God, I'm so sorry. I was trying to hit Jack.

As for you, you go fix your own dresses, you slave driver.

Where did he hide that bomb?

Go away!

Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Barton. I didn't mean to alarm you.

You're really enjoying yourself, aren't you, Rourke? Aye.

You insisted on this fantasy, remember?

That's right. And I'm going to make sure it works.

Well, and perhaps I should remind you that you haven't got much time left.

At this point, I don't know what to think.

Susie's acting strange. My show dress is stolen.

What's going on suddenly?

If I don't find those dresses in time for the fashion show tomorrow, I'm

Oh, no, no, Mr. Hercule. I assure you, you have my full cooperation as well as

that of my entire staff in helping you to locate them. Please don't worry.

I'd appreciate that. Now, you mentioned Susie, Miss Swan.

Well, I'm a little worried about her, Mr. Rourke. I mean, she was always so

sweet, so solid.

Always there when I needed her. Now, sometimes I feel like... like she

hates me. Oh, no, no.

Well, if you want to know the truth, Mr. Rook, I think... I think I love her.

Ah.

And have you discussed these feelings with her?

No. Well, perhaps you should, Mr. Hecker.

Perhaps you should.

My little smoke screen didn't scare you, but I needed to get your attention.

I'm raising the stakes, Rourke.

I've got Tattoo.

I leave a trail for you to follow at daylight so you can find us in the

If you don't, your little friend will die.

You know, Susie, you brought something into my life I haven't had for a long

time.

Like a pie in the face?

Exactly.

Excitement.

Your innocent charm.

You're truly a very desirable woman.

Is something wrong?

Oh, it's not you, Claude. It's me.

Susie! Susie!

Did you bring a measuring tape for me to jump over, Jack?

Look, I'm sorry about that.

I mean, I've been stupid.

Blind.

You have?

If you'll just let me explain. Oh, no. Not again.

Not ever again, Jack Hicker.

a favor you you gigolo get lost and as for you i never want to see you

again not as long as i live do you read me loud and clear

I've got lots of surprises planned for your boss.

The entire area out there is booby -trapped.

I wouldn't want to be you.

My boss is going to get real mad.

Good. Then he's more likely to make a mistake.

But if he gets through, we'll all go to hell together.

I'll blow the top of this hill off.

Ingenious, Mr. Barton. A tripwire for a landmine.

All right. Two can play that game.

Have you heard what happened? All of Mr. Hecker's dresses were stolen.

I couldn't care less.

Excuse me, Miss Swan, but why are you so angry?

Oh, it's a long story, and it doesn't have a very happy ending.

The only prayer Mr.

Hecker is going to have at that fashion show today is to come up with at least

one dress to model.

He said he'd just have to start from scratch.

He'd chosen this one, but wanted you to select the fabric so she could get

started on it. Well, why isn't Wonder Man here watching the store himself?

He said he had important things to do.

And he wants me to select the fabrics, does he?

Okay.

Let's go with satin and burlap.

Burlap? Yeah, why not really be creative?

Burlap and satin? It is my decision, remember?

I'll need a bolt of burlap.

That's what burlap comes in.

So much for your Mr. Rourke.

Where are you?

Where are you, Rourke?

Here, Mr. Barton.

It's all over, Mr. Barton.

To break the rules.

You use your special powers.

No, Mr. Barton.

I beat you with a pair of scissors.

Yes, I cut the wire to your dynamite charge under this hill.

No, it's not fair.

It's not fair.

Yes, that's true.

Susie?

Susie, I've been looking for you.

It's almost showtime and... It's not all that important anymore.

You're not going to forgive me, not ever. I know it.

You don't know what I did to your beautiful dress.

Oh, Jack, I'm so sorry.

It's, uh, satin and burlap.

I mean, that's what I call imagination.

But I probably destroyed your whole career.

So we, uh, we start over.

We?

I want you to be with me for the rest of my life.

Susie, I've got to be the biggest jerk in the world. I mean, I've been in love

with you all along. It's just that old Jack has been so involved with his

business that he couldn't even admit it to himself.

Oh, I've waited so long.

Say it.

I love you, sweet Susie Swann.

Oh, and I love you.

Well, shall we have a look at our burlap beauty?

Miss Irena has designed this gold lame two -piece cocktail dress for dinner

with your favorite man.

This gown has the look of molten metal and the movement of a summer breeze.

Here, Miss Irena has designed Matahari cocktail knickers with a halter top of

gray and black trim.

For your formal nights with that special one, you have a raspberry moss crepe

slimline dress with a palmetto accent on the shoulder.

And now, the one...

And only creation from the house of Jacques.

Next thing we do is change that stupid name.

This lovely creation of turquoise burlap and pink sack.

Monsieur Jacques has created this jacket of burlap and the panache of pink silk

sack. A brilliant statement.

On the dichotomy of today's society.

Wear this to the president's cocktail party.

What a hit you'll be.

Well, I believe congratulations are in order, Mr. Hector. In every category.

Perhaps it will in the long run, Tatooine. He will now be where he should

been for a long time, under the doctor's care.

If I didn't, his sick mind would have driven him to sick place somewhere else.

You understand?

I understand.

But... Yes?

I'm glad that you are on our side.

Thank you, Mr. Rourke.

From both of us. All then, the fashion show was a success. From your point of

view? I've had a dozen offers to create a new line of designer dresses, which we

will begin to think about right after our honeymoon.

Congratulations.

Miss Swan, I have a going -away present for you.

Just in case.

Thanks just the same, but no thanks, Tattoo.

I like things just the way they are.

Thank you very much. You're very welcome, Mr. Hecker. Bye -bye. Bye -bye.

Boss,

what about her fantasy?

After all, she didn't fall out of love with him. Ah, that is a question of

interpretation, Tattoo.

Miss Swan did fall out of love with the Mr. Hecker she used to know.

But at the same time, she fell in love with a new Mr. Hecker, who appreciates

her for the loving, desirable woman she is.

I don't like you.