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Thank you.

Good morning, Mr. Rourke. Good morning, Julie.

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

Who is that lady, Mr. Rourke?

She's listed on the flight manifest as Miss Jane Doe.

Her real name is Miss Ellen Leighton.

I don't understand.

Miss Leighton was sent to us by a friend of mine.

It seems she's a victim of amnesia caused by striking her head when she

from a horse.

Oh, that's terrible.

Yes, she can remember absolutely nothing about her previous life. Her problem is

a conflict in personalities between the woman she once was and the woman she

wants to be.

What is her fantasy?

Her fantasy is to have her memory restored, to become again the person she

before the accident.

Unfortunately, Miss Layton may not like the person she used to be at all.

Who are those men, Mr. Rourke?

I'm surprised, Julie, that you don't recognize the two most famous game show

hosts in the world.

The gentleman on the right is Mr. Bob Barkley from The Great Game. And Ron

Ellison from I Bet a Million, of course.

Once the best of friends, when they were young and struggling for recognition,

they become bitter rivals. They're both in love with the same woman and jealous

of each other's success.

You see, Mr.

Barclay and Mr.

Ellison's joint fantasy is to be contestants on the ultimate game show.

Ultimate, Mr. Rourke? That sounds ominous. You may well be right.

You see, these are two men who for years have watched contestants have all the

thrills and excitement.

while they as hosts have just stood by.

And now they want to test their own skill and brain.

Precisely. But in a game where ultimately the winner takes all.

And the loser?

The loser faces death itself.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Would you like to sit down? No, thank you.

I assume you are ready for your fantasy to begin.

Yes, I am.

But first, I have to know who and what I am.

I don't even know my name.

Your name is Ellen Layton.

Ellen Layton.

What kind of person is Ellen Layton?

Am I the hot dog type or the filet mignon type?

Do I like intellectual men or the macho type? What?

The important question is, are you sure that having a memory restored will bring

you happiness?

I don't know.

But that's what I have to find out.

Thank you, Julie.

These wildflowers grow only on Fantasy Island.

They are a variety of the genus Myosotis.

Perhaps more familiar to you as forget -me -nots.

Most appropriate in your particular case.

What can they do for me?

Under very special circumstances, such as yours, they have a certain magical

quality.

May I?

I want you to periodically inhale their fragrance.

They shall be most instrumental in the restoration of your memory, Miss

Leighton. That's marvelous.

Now tell me, what kind of person would you like to be

at this very moment?

I'd like to be fun -loving, a free spirit,

intelligent, caring about people.

Oh, Mr.

Roark, this is wonderful!

I just have to go see what I look like in the mirror.

She looks wonderful.

What was she like before she got amnesia?

I will show you, Julie.

Look at the door.

Go ahead, look.

Gentlemen.

As chairperson of this board, I will get straight to the point. I will simply

not tolerate your shoddy performances any longer.

As of this moment, you will all find your severance checks waiting for you in

your offices.

That's right, gentlemen.

I said all.

Mr. Rourke.

Will she like going back to being like that?

I don't know, Julie.

But it is her fantasy, and that is the real Leland Layton.

I can't believe it.

This is just the way I want it to look.

Oh, Mr. Rourke, whatever I was before.

This is the way I want to be. I am happy you're pleased.

Now, Julie, why don't you take Miss Layton over to the island lounge and

introduce her to some of our other guests? I have something... Oh, I must

to. Excuse me, will you?

Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon and welcome to the Fantasy Island

presentation of Ultimate.

far too famous contestants as well as I do. And here they are.

Mr. Bob Barkley from The Great Game.

And Mr. Ron Ellison from I Bet a Million.

the host of our show, Fantasy Island's own Mr.

Roar.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you very much.

Thank you, Cindy. Will you take our distinguished contestants to their

please?

The rules of Ultimate are quite simple, ladies and gentlemen.

To begin, the first one of you to answer correctly will select one of

those doors.

Go in and, if he can, collect the first of three grand prizes.

Ladies and gentlemen, the first grand prize will be the lady whom our

contestants find to be the most desirable in the world. Both have been

love with her for many years.

Miss Lois Terry.

And now, gentlemen, if you think you have the answer to a question, simply

the bell in front of you before the other one does.

I mentioned that there are three grand prizes, but there are one, two, three,

four doors.

Why?

Because one of those doors is the door of death.

If you wish to withdraw at this time, I will certainly understand.

I died before.

You're dying now.

And now,

Cindy, may I have the first question, please?

Thank you.

Who wrote...

These words.

She is beautiful and therefore to be wooed.

She is woman and therefore to be won.

W. Shakespeare.

Shakespeare is correct.

Congratulations,

Miss Buckley.

Choose your door.

What do you think? Number one?

Number four?

Please, please.

I choose number three.

Number three.

Open it, Mr. Barkley. Enter.

Claim your prize if you can.

If it's not the door of death.

It's not the door of death.

Mr. Rourke.

Where am I?

Why am I dressed like this?

Who is this stranger?

Bob!

Lois. He knows the witch.

Seize him!

Hey, what is this, a masquerade party?

Come on, that woman's no witch.

Good Lord, man, she's got her own advertising agency in New York.

The torches!

Okay, I guess I better go along with this.

Listen, there's a test.

I read about it. It'll prove her innocence.

You think you know too much, mister.

But speak out.

Have her recite the Lord's Prayer.

Everybody knows a witch can only say it backwards.

All right.

Release him.

Let us hear her recite the Lord's Prayer indeed.

Speak out, woman.

Ever for glory the and, power the kingdom the, is thine for

evil from us deliver, but temptation into not us leave.

Burn her!

Burn her!

Nothing!

Burn her!

In there, quick!

Well done, Miss Barkley. Well done.

You have won the woman you desire beyond all other women.

You know, Julie, I've been smelling these forget -me -nots all the way over

here. This is the real me, isn't it? The way I feel right now.

All I can say is I have complete faith in Mr. Rourke.

Come on.

Mr. and Mrs. White, I'd like to present another of our guests, Miss Ellen

Layton.

Hello, Ellen. How are you?

How do you do?

Good to meet you. Hi. Hello.

This is my wife, Sandra, and you can call me Jim.

Why don't you have a seat and join us? Yeah, please do. Thank you.

Very nice of you. No problem.

If you'll excuse me, I have some things to do. I'm leaving you in very good

company, Miss Layton.

Thank you. Oh.

Well. Well.

Here's to... We'll drink to that.

Cheers. Cheers.

So, Ellen, tell us, where do you come from?

Look, I might as well tell you.

I don't know where I come from.

In fact, I hardly know anything about myself.

I... I have amnesia.

Oh, that's... Sad?

Yeah. I mean, not being able to remember anything about your past.

Wait a minute. You mean that you don't remember your family or... What about

your friends?

No. No one.

You're so attractive.

Yeah, I was just going to say that you... There must have been a very

man in your life.

I hope so.

But I can't remember if there was.

Amnesia. Then she wouldn't remember I'm not her lover.

Honey, here comes your long -lost husband. I'll tell you what. We're just

to have fun, and we're going to forget all of our problems.

Oh, great.

You said the right word, didn't I?

Cheers. Cheers.

And now, Mr.

Ellison, Mr. Barkley, we come to part two of Ultimate, and the second of our

grand prizes.

Five million dollars in cash.

What is the name of the Roman poet who wrote these most significant lines?

Oh, cursed lust for gold.

To what dost thou not drive the hearts of men?

I think it was... Virgil.

And your thinking, Mr. Ellison, is absolutely...

Correct.

Miss Terry, if I may borrow your services once more.

And now, Mr. Ellison, it is your turn to choose.

I remind you, one

of those doors.

remains the door of death. You may withdraw if you wish.

I choose door number one.

Number one.

Open it, Mr. Ellison.

Enter with Miss Terry and claim your prize if you can.

If it's not the door of death.

The door of death.

Please.

Oh, great.

Now we're robbing a bank.

Hands up.

Hey, it's all right.

It's just part of the fantasy, get it?

No, I didn't know what I was doing being burned as a witch, and I don't know

what I'm doing here.

You're helping me get the five million.

It's all a start. Watch.

Hands up or I'll blast you.

Is that beautiful?

Here it all is.

Didn't hold any out, did you, Buster?

Oh, no, no, no, sir. That's the payroll for the whole town. Five million

dollars. Up, up?

Five million dollars.

Ron Ellison, let's get out of here.

No, let's give Mr. Rock his money's worth.

All right, I want rings, watches, wallets. Keep that looter coming.

Oh, that Ron's beautiful. He's got policemen.

Five, four, three.

All right, copper, beat it or I'll blow you away.

Holy cow, they're using real bullets. Those cops are trying to kill us.

There must be a back door.

Keep moving.

Excellent. Mr. Ellison, excellent.

You have claimed the second prize in even quicker time than Mr. Buckley did

first. Congratulations to you both.

Excuse me, but if you get any closer, you're going to be behind me. Oh, sorry,

sorry.

You know, Ellen, you look wonderful.

Why did you call me Ellen?

Well, that's what I've always called you, I suppose, because it's your name.

Are you saying we know each other?

Intimately.

You mean we're lovers?

I know why you're here. I know all about your amnesia. That's why I followed you

here. To be with you, to help you if I can.

It's not that I don't want to remember you.

Maybe I did know you before.

But I don't know you now.

Um, Ellen, we were lovers.

Are you sure?

That's hardly something that someone is unsure about.

I don't even know your name.

Mike. Mike Collins. Look, we can start all over again from the beginning. I

don't mind.

What do you suggest?

Well, my bungalow.

We could meet there in a little while and have a drink, chat, sort of get

reacquainted. How well acquainted?

Oh, very.

Ladies and gentlemen.

We now come to that portentous moment for which we have all been waiting.

Mr. Barclay, Mr. Ellison, I have a proposition for you.

You have each successfully claimed one of the grand prizes, so you are tied.

I propose for the final prize a tiebreaker.

Winner take all.

Sure.

Why not, Mr. Rourke?

Okay. Winner take all.

Splendid.

The winner of the third prize then also claims prizes number one and two.

Of course, there are only two doors left

now.

One of which is the door of death, if you remember.

There will be no questions this time.

For you must share together the contest which will decide the ultimate winner.

Are you ready, Cindy?

All set, Mr. Rourke.

To save you the agony of deciding which door to select, Cindy

will spin the wheel and the pointer will choose for you.

Good luck gentlemen Cindy

Number four

Well, Sparkly, Mr. Ellison, which of you will open it?

Why don't you do the honors, Mr. Rourke?

Yes, Mr. Rourke, please.

You open the door.

Very well.

I'm sorry, gentlemen.

The door of death.

If you will follow me, please.

Well, I believe this is far enough, gentlemen.

Now, I said the third prize was precious, and so it is.

It is life itself.

What are you trying to tell us, Mr. Rourke?

Simply that you now stand on one side of an island.

To win, to save your lives, you must get to the other side.

To do that, you must work together.

as you did when you were young and struggling to find success.

Is that all?

I must also inform you that the forest is owned by a foreign prince who has set

his personal archer to guard it with specific orders to kill any creature

that moves in his domain.

Look, to hell with this. I say we call the fantasy off. Oh, no, I'm sorry. I

cannot interfere with the fantasy once it has begun.

But we want you to take it off. Gentlemen, gentlemen.

It isn't only you I must be concerned about.

Oh, no, indeed.

You see, the archer, or he's called Magog, by the way, is also fulfilling a

fantasy of his own, which is to hunt the most

dangerous prey in the world.

Look, Ron, I'm sorry about all this.

It's as much my fault as it's yours, Bob.

Look, Mr. Rourke, I... Mr. Rourke. Mr. Rourke?

Hey, look.

Huh?

Bob? Ron?

Lois?

Mr. Rourke borrowed me again.

Where are we?

I'll tell you where we are, Lois. We're in Big Spoon.

I was afraid you'd change your mind.

Well, to be truthful, I did have second thoughts.

I've been walking around to get courage.

Yeah, well, I'm a little on the edge myself.

Oh, my hair must look terrible.

Is there someplace I can fix it?

Oh, sure, sure. Right through there.

Oh, I am a mess.

And I just remembered I have an appointment with my hairdresser. Look,

it's all right. I know how you feel. Why don't we have a little champagne and we

can listen to some music and chat a little while. I'm going to help you to

readjust. I don't think I could adjust to your bedroom.

Oh, I'll be back in a minute.

Yes?

Excuse me, Miss Layton, there's a man looking for you who says he's your

husband.

My husband?

He's very irate and he's bound to track you down here sooner or later, so I just

thought I should warn you.

Yeah, thank you.

Thank you.

I have a lover and a husband?

He may be insanely jealous. He might try to kill you.

I'll never forgive Mr. Rock for putting us through this.

He should have called the game run for your life.

This game was your joint idea.

Your puffed up ego had to find out who was number one, right?

Who wins the most money?

Who gets the most applause?

Even me.

Who gets the girl?

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.

She's right, you know.

Let's strike a bargain bar.

We cooperate to get out of this mess.

And to hell with the prizes.

I'm way ahead of your round.

Nobody wins another person.

And neither one of us needs the money.

All that counts is we get her back to Fantasy Island.

Alive. Right.

Forgive me, Lois.

Forgive us both.

You jerks.

It has to be your husband.

You handle it.

You handle it.

Okay, Ellen, where is he?

You're my husband?

Oh, that's very good, Ellen. You never tried amnesia before.

I really can't remember.

Remember?

Don't play Miss Innocent with me. The only thing you can't remember is how

others there's been. Well, this is one time you're going to share your bedroom

with your husband.

As soon as I break this guy's neck, you're coming home with me.

Great.

Oh, you're good.

You are really good.

I saw this guy at the bar today leering at you. He's not your husband. He's an

imposter.

Well, this guy was sitting at a table next to you. This is the phony.

I want you to periodically inhale their fragrance.

They shall prove to be most instrumental in the restoration of your memory.

Who are you two?

Oh, we just went through all that.

I'd like an answer to my question. Who are you two?

Well, I'm your lover, and he claims he's your husband.

Don't be ridiculous.

You are not my husband.

And as for you, if I did choose to have a lover, you certainly wouldn't qualify.

Now, both of you get out of here before I call the police.

Get out!

Wait a minute.

What are you leaving for? I thought this was your bungalow.

Well, it is.

I can always get another one. Look, I don't want to be around when she gets a

really good look at that bedroom.

Yeah.

We're never going to outrun that guy.

We already knew where we were going.

Hey, hey.

Wait a minute. I got an idea.

He's tracking us.

Which means he's got to come right to this spot.

Now, you go on with Lois, and I'm going to hide up there.

And when he comes by... Little David is going to

take care of Big Goliath.

Wait a minute. Why you?

No way.

You go with Lois, and I'll wait for him.

It was my idea, remember?

All right.

Bye. Bye.

Goodbye. Bye. Good luck.

What are you doing? You still having fun?

Fun? Listen, we're going on a picnic. Would you like to join us? Come on, it'd

be great.

Whatever gave you the nauseating idea that I'd want to do anything with you?

Wait a minute.

If you don't mind, I'd rather not carry on this inane conversation any further.

Come on, Sandra.

I'm looking for you.

This is Mr.

Leighton. How do you do? Mr. Roark? Yes, Ellen Leighton's husband.

Another one?

Julie, will you please see to our other guests?

Oh, sure.

Mr. Leighton, my office is this way. Do you mind?

Tell me, Mr. Leighton, how are the divorce proceedings coming along, if I

so bold as to ask?

That's why I came here, Mr. Roark.

I want to tell Ellen I've changed my mind. I won't contest it any longer. She

can have her freedom.

Really?

Well, then perhaps you might be able to tell her yourself.

That can't be Ellen.

Oh, yes, that is your wife.

Mr. Rourke, Ellen hates kids. Obviously she doesn't, as you can see.

I haven't seen her laugh like that in years.

You know, seeing her like this.

Maybe I don't want to give her up.

Then, Mr. Layton, I suggest you do something about it.

But not now. I promise you there will be an opportunity later for you to see

her.

At their proper time.

Hello.

About last night, I don't seem to remember how it all ended.

Well, for someone who falls far short of the requirements you want in a man, why

ask me?

Did I say that to you?

Among other things.

What did I say to my husband?

You know, in the first place, that man was not even your husband.

He wasn't? No, no, he was a phony.

You know, I don't see any reason why we couldn't still get together, do you?

It depends on what you mean by get together.

Why can't we have one of those old -fashioned hand -holding kind of dates?

All right. All right.

How about dinner tonight?

We'll try it your way.

It's a date.

Good.

Oh, thank you.

First, we'll try it your way.

Then we'll try it my way.

Oh, little bird.

You have not thrown your natural arms.

Ron, we've come back to help you.

You had to come back. You said we had to cooperate to get out of this mess,

partner. Oh, it was a good try, but a cannon wouldn't bring that guy down.

Come on!

Come on, where are we?

Look!

Come on, come on, come on.

Oh! Oh, Ash!

Come on, come on. Honey!

Honey!

You're safe now.

You have won the most important prize of all, Mr. Barclay, Mr. Ellison, your

lives and the life of someone you love.

Hi. Ready to go?

You again.

I thought I told you not to bother me.

We had a date for dinner. Not likely.

You know something, lady? You are off the wall.

Forget it, okay?

Just forget it.

I can arrange your departure on the first flight in the morning.

But before you go, there is something quite important I would like to speak to

you about.

As long as it doesn't take very long.

Miss Layton, as I mentioned before, you came here a victim of amnesia. You asked

that I help restore your memory.

Well, you've succeeded then. Yes, I have.

Yesterday you became a carefree, fond -loving young lady. You were happy.

May I ask if you're happy now as the real Ellen Layton?

Why shouldn't I be? I have everything in life I want. Do you?

And yet, in each of us, there exists a second self, an alter ego.

It is usually quite different on the facade life often forces upon us.

Miss Layton, I suspect you have had a very bad case of alter ego.

May I remind you...

What your other self is like.

Oh, Mr. Rock, this is wonderful!

Oh, yes, Miss Layton.

You did indeed.

Charles!

What are you doing here?

I came here to tell you that I love you.

To ask you to drop the divorce proceedings and come home with me.

Give us both another chance.

Mr. Rourke just showed me some things.

I think I may know a way.

Where are we going?

In a way, home.

The maid must have thrown them out.

Thrown what out? The forget -me -nots.

The forget -me -nots?

Hit me.

Hit you?

Hit me.

Right here.

Ellen, I could never lay a finger on you and you know it.

In each of us, there exists a second self. It is usually quite different than

the facade which life often forces upon us.

What are you doing?

Stress your memory.

Why don't you?

May I ask which Ellen Layton I am addressing?

Hopefully the best of both.

At least I'm working very hard at it.

We both are.

Goodbye, Mr. and Mrs. Layton.

Goodbye, Mr. Roark. Yes, sir.

Goodbye, Julie.

The ultimate contest.

A mystery, how lovely you look. And thank you for your special cooperation.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Rourke, for the most unusual experience in my life.

Thank you is too mild for what Ron and I are taking away with us.

New values about friendship, about love.

What was your quotation?

Pride goeth before the fall.

You had us both paid pretty good, Mr. Rourke.

Anyway, thanks for the ultimate lesson.

But nobody won.

Julie is right, you know.

Technically, you were tied.

Of course, I could arrange one final stunt. What do they call it in the

world? A sudden death playoff?

Only if you're the contestant this time.

Thanks all the same, but no thanks.

Sudden death playoff.

Mr. Rourke.

Which one is really going to win, Miss Terry?

To marry, I mean.

That will be decided in a game called love, Julie, in which I will have no

influence. And may the best man win.