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The Plane!

Good morning, Mr. Roy. Good morning, Julie.

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

What are you going to do with that work crew?

Build a bridge?

You are correct about one thing, Julie. They are a team.

Construction workers on North Pea Water Oil Rig.

And now, after almost a year during which their lives were in frequent

They have pulled their savings and bought a touching fantasy for their

Mr. Corky Daniels. He single -handedly rescued them from almost certain death

the sea.

What's his fantasy? To spend a quiet week in a rocking chair?

No, Mr. Daniels' fantasy is to have a date with Miss Judy Moreau, playpen

magazine centerfold of the year.

Her?

Lucky for him, she's playing here on Fantasy Island.

Oh, indeed it is.

Miss Nancy Carson, also known as Silverleaf, a most unusual young woman.

Well, the most unusual name, Silverleaf? Yes, she's an orphan who was adopted by

American Indians. She was raised on a reservation by a famous chief, Daniel

Tenquat, of the Saroma tribe.

She must be a very interesting lady.

Oh, indeed she is.

Miss Carsons is a fully qualified airplane pilot.

Second officer with an international airline.

What's her fantasy?

To fulfill an ancient tribal prophecy.

The task Miss Carsons has set for herself is something that no woman has

achieved before.

And it could cost her her life.

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

Welcome, Fantasy Isle.

Feeling better now that we're through.

Feeling better cause I'm over you.

Judy Moreau is really something.

Even with her clothes on.

Now I see how you really are. You're no good, you're no good, you're no

good. Baby, you're no good.

You realize, of course, that I was able to arrange this date only because Miss

Moreau happens to be appearing on a television special being taped here.

Yeah, I also know what it says here in the Playpen magazine article, that she

only goes for kings and presidents, tycoons, guys with clout.

That's all right, though.

Just five minutes with her would be a dream come true for a nobody like me.

It's all been arranged.

This way, please.

Uh, meet Judy Moreau this minute.

No time like the present. Yeah, yeah, right, uh...

But if I could have some time to kind of get it all together.

Oh, I see. Being out of touch with a female sex for so long, you feel

unsure of yourself.

Well, suppose I tell Miss Monroe that you will contact her later this

when you've got it all together, huh?

Great. Terrific. Thanks a million.

You're no good, you're no good, you're no good.

Baby, you're no good.

My wife has a bed on her arm.

There's going to be nothing but a piece of cake.

A thousand bucks says I score with her before the weekend is over.

You're on.

Come on.

You know, I wonder if what that magazine said about Judy Moreau is true.

Don't believe everything you read on Playpen magazine, Julie.

I am aware that this fantasy is not your idea, that you are here only to please

your adopted father, Chief Daniel.

I'm glad you understand my situation, Mr. Rourke. I love Chief Daniel very

But he belongs to another time and another culture.

And I just don't share his beliefs.

Chief Daniel has been a great and wise leader.

What will happen with the Saroma nation after he's gone?

The people will quarrel, or worse.

They're always hotheads. But why should you be concerned?

You've had nothing to do with the tribe since you left to go to college.

But it's my adopted father's lasting wish for me to fulfill an ancient tribal

prophecy. What is the prophecy?

When a daughter of the tribe shall capture and tame a thunderbird, the

people will live in peace and prosperity for a thousand years.

But the thunderbird is a mythical creature.

You are wrong, Julie.

The Thunderbird exists, flashing like lightning across the sky, shaking the

earth with his roar and fire, exactly as the ancient Indian legends

describe it.

See for yourselves.

Air force plane?

The demonstration squadron, of course.

Known as the Thunderbirds.

Arriving precisely on time for a goodwill visit to Fantasy Island.

Oh, Mr. Rourke. Mr. Rourke, do you think... I mean, is there any chance to

me fly with them? Oh, it's all been arranged.

They'll be delighted to take you up.

Oh.

As an observer.

An observer?

Oh, but Mr. Rourke, that wouldn't fulfill the prophecy.

I mean, I have to actually fly the machine. I mean, to be in command.

Miss Carstens, you hold a commercial pilot's license.

But if someone checks me out, I know I can do it.

Very well, Miss Carson.

But remember this.

In the ancient lore of your people, the Thunderbird was sacred.

Oh, I know all that, Mr. Rourke.

Then I suggest you show due respect.

And if you remember the prayers that your adopted father taught you, now is

time to say them.

All right here, sweetie, hold it.

What did I tell you, fellas?

Like a delicate Beaujolais, young and fruity.

Isn't she beautiful?

Now, look, do you guys have to hang around wasting so much time?

Your hero and leader has some serious work to do. Excuse me.

I can't do that. Come on.

Yes, you can.

Silent security.

Everybody stay cool, and you come with me. Hold it, friend.

Who are you? No, that's my line.

I'm Al Henshaw, publisher of Playpen Magazine.

And don't you forget it, pal.

What's going on? Would you please tell me what's going on?

You see those guys over there? Oh, don't look.

Those hoods over there in the corner.

What do they want with me?

They don't want you. They're after me.

What are you, spaced out on something?

Well, I guess I should level with you. I'm Corky Daniels.

Oh, you're the man Mr. Rourke told me about.

Right, right.

But I didn't tell Mr. Rourke that I was in trouble with the syndicate.

What kind of trouble? Oh, you know, the usual money gambling.

The debt got bigger and I got more and more desperate to learn my lesson too

late.

And now it's double or nothing that I can't get you to fall for me.

Mr. Daniels? Yes.

Baloney.

Yeah, yeah.

No, I don't blame you.

It's my life.

I really screwed up.

Hey, wait a minute.

How can I get you off the hook for keeps?

I swear you help me out of this, Miss Moreau, and I'll never make a bet again

my life.

Scout's honor.

It's Judy.

Pick me up at 2.

Bungalow 6.

What

was

that all about?

I don't know.

But I think I just met a really nice guy.

Okay, who wants to double the bet? Just tell us when and where the big event

takes place.

Relax, I'm setting it up.

This is going to be the easiest score I've ever had.

You know something?

If it wasn't for that skin shot of her in Playpen Magazine, she could pass for

nice girl.

Sure.

Only nice girls don't only go out with high rollers.

Those are centerfolds.

Get on a roller coaster.

Fantastic.

You must be very proud of your pilots, Colonel.

I am, Mr. Rourke. They're the best in the world.

Oh, I don't doubt it.

Roger, bon temps roulé.

Sounds like a French dessert.

Yeah, but your stomach may not like it. And roll.

I am certain Miss Carson has thoroughly enjoyed the ride, Colonel.

One is okay.

Two is okay.

She's a gutsy young lady, Mr. Rourke.

Got the right stuff, I'll say that for her.

Know what she asked me?

No, sir.

Go check her out. Let her find one of those ships by herself.

Out of the question, of course.

Great so.

She's a civilian.

Wow.

But I sent a special request to hire headquarters.

It's a long shot, but I promised her I'd try.

So did I, Colonel.

Hmm?

So did I.

Okay.

First you say you only need a date with me.

Now we have to be in love.

How are we going to convince those two hoods?

Do you really want to help me?

I have to.

I mean, what kind of girl do you think I am?

A beautiful person.

Inside and out.

You gotta give the guy credit. He is one sharp con man in action.

While you're falling down in admiration, try to remember that we bet our heart

and money against his that he doesn't score.

What about all those big shots you hang around with?

How will they react to you tying up with me?

Small -time gambler.

The girl they wrote about in Playpen magazine is not me.

I never dated a senator.

I never met a king.

through.

A student saw a photo of me and sent it in to the publisher.

I make extra money posing for art classes.

Playpen magazine pays big bucks for their centerfold.

That's so terrible.

You didn't have to do that.

I wanted to.

Hey, uh, don't get yourself involved with a gambler.

They're not worth it.

You want to make a bet?

Okay, so what do we do to cover our bet?

I don't know.

But maybe the center fault check does.

Down and down I go, round and round I go, in a spin, loving the spin

I'm in, under that old black magic called love.

Thanks, Molly. See you later.

Uh, George, can I check wardrobe now?

Sure, babe. Thanks.

Hi, Mr. Rowe. You know, you're really something else. You sure are.

Look. Leave him alone or I'll call the police.

Leave who alone?

Stay away from Corky Daniels.

Hey, lady, what's going on here?

Corky Daniels is our crew chief.

Nautilus Oil and Drilling Company.

Corky's a high -powered ladies' man.

He deserves to win a bet if he can make it with a doll like you.

What? Hey, it's okay.

We knew it was a long shot.

Corky... Bet you that he...

That he could...

So

tell me about yourself.

Where are you from?

Well, originally from the Black Hills of South Dakota.

And now, well, home is a series of hotel rooms from London, Frankfurt, Hong

Kong. And about once every three weeks I get back to home base.

Which is a little apartment in San Francisco.

I guess I'm just a jet -age gypsy.

I know the feeling, believe me.

Two years touring with a team.

I guess you don't get to see your family that often.

Not during the show season.

And it lasts nine months.

Just as well I'm not married, huh?

Me neither.

Never in one place long enough to form a lasting relationship.

Seems like we're birds of a feather, Nancy.

As you were, Major.

Miss Carsons, I just heard from Washington.

And they turned me down, right, Colonel?

I'm afraid so.

Well, you tried.

We both tried, and I'm very grateful, Colonel.

Come on, Woody, let's dance.

She seems almost relieved, wouldn't you say, Colonel?

I don't understand.

I thought crazy as it sounded.

I was sure she really wanted to fly a Thunderbird. Oh, you're right, Colonel.

She would have loved that part of it.

But then you see, that would have been the matter of the old tribal prophecy.

Does she believe in that sort of thing?

Part of her does, secretly.

The Indian part.

But the modern part...

The college graduate, the lady technologist and jumbo jet pilot,

rejects the beliefs of Chief Daniel and his people as ignorant

superstition. I see.

And you think that she's glad she doesn't have to decide which part is

Yes. She believes she can walk away from it now, having made her gesture.

But I'm afraid she's about to be disillusioned.

In a way that will shock her so profoundly, it may even threaten her

I think the last time I bought a girl flowers, I was 12.

Were you ever 12?

I was 12, and I was poor, and I grew up.

Were you a lady killer when you were 12?

I did okay.

Still do?

I get my share.

Is that why you feel a bachelor?

We got a 7 o 'clock dinner reservation.

What's the matter? Don't you like my work clothes?

Judy, what's going on?

Come on, Tiger.

Enough about your past and mine.

We both know why you're here.

Forget dinner.

Why are you doing this?

Because I know it's all you want.

I'm sorry to disturb you, but this telegram just arrived.

Oh, thank you.

Fair news, Julie.

Miss Carson's adoptive father, Chief Daniel Tenquat, died last night at the

Saroma Reservation.

He must have had a good life.

And Miss Carson said he was over a hundred years old.

True. But no one is ever prepared to lose a loved one, Julie.

No matter how logical it may seem to others.

I guess we better go tell her.

No, in the morning will be time enough.

Earlier this evening, Miss Carson suffered a disappointment.

Now, she appears not to care, but her father's death could seriously change

that.

It was a lovely evening.

Thank you. Yes, it was.

Thank you.

Time to say goodnight.

I'm afraid more than that.

Time to say goodbye.

I'm leaving tomorrow morning.

You get to keep the helmet and the coveralls as a souvenir, courtesy of

Kenroth.

Thank him for me.

Here.

Can't you stay another day?

I don't think it'd be a good idea.

Do you?

Maybe not.

We ride different winds, you and I.

It was fun.

It was more than that.

Good evening, little silver leaf.

Papa.

Papa, you startled me.

Bad habit of mine.

All my life, I've been startling people.

I really must make an effort now to stop that.

What in the world are you doing here?

I was worried about you, daughter.

I wasn't able to fulfill the prophecy.

I'm sorry, Papa.

I really tried.

The Air Force just wouldn't give me permission.

The blame is mine.

It was stupid of me to put so much faith in an old legend and to put such a

heavy responsibility on the shoulders of one so young.

And so cynical.

You sent me to college. You made me what I am.

And I'm sorry.

I'm truly sorry, but I just can't believe in all that magic.

Ah, that's a pity.

A world without magic is a sorrowful place to dwell.

But you have done the best you could, little silver leaf.

And I came here to thank you.

Bless you.

I love you, Papa.

Well, Mr. Daniels, you seem to be doing that with quite a vengeance.

I have to keep in shape.

I see. How's your relationship with Miss Moreau progressing?

Just great.

Has Miss Moreau been...

Cooperative?

Cooperative?

She could give the United Nations a lesson in cooperation.

And I get the feeling she probably has.

All 165 countries individually.

Exactly what is bothering you, Mr. Daniels? You should be ecstatic. After

you're now starting to collect a sizable sum of money from your bet.

Ow!

What is this?

He came here to needle me because I didn't exactly level with you about my

fantasy, right?

Level?

You lied to me, Mr.

Daniels. Your bet with your crew was at best despicable.

Like it was a joke.

Well, you know how it is when a bunch of guys are away from civilization for

months? Well, they start making exaggerated claims about what they're

do when they get back, and, uh, well, you know.

Indeed.

Mr. Daniels, whether you were isolated in the North Sea or the South Pole, the

mere thought of any man using a lady merely to win a bet... Is not a man.

Well, if you knew what I was up to, why'd you let me go through with it?

Because I had hoped that meeting Miss Moreau might help you to grow up.

Grow up?

Look, I've been on my own since I was a kid.

I was speaking of maturity, Mr. Daniels.

That which separates the men from the boys.

Now, wait a minute. What is this?

Why am I suddenly on trial?

I won the bet.

That means Miss Moreau is nothing but a... Hey, look, Mr. Rourke. I thought

was really nice.

I was beginning to believe that Playpen magazine made up that whole seedy

article. But you read it. She's a... If she's a... Then why are you so upset?

I'm upset because...

Damn it, I don't know why I'm at that.

Perhaps a bit of soul -searching is in order.

Come,

Julie.

And that goes for me, too.

Oh, hello, Mr. Rourke.

Come in.

Thank you.

Something's wrong, isn't it?

I can see it in your face.

What is it?

I'm afraid I have just received some very sad news, Miss Carsons.

Chief Daniel Tenquat passed away peacefully on the Saroma Reservation in

Dakota.

Passed away?

Oh.

It happened the night before last.

I am so very sorry.

But that's impossible.

We talked.

I saw him here last night.

He was also on the news, and there is a telegram for you.

Majorca wasn't dreaming.

I saw him.

Could it be, Miss Carsons, that somehow your adopted father's spirit reached out

to you?

Are you telling me I was talking to a ghost?

Let's refer to it as some form of manifestation of the man, communicating

dying thoughts to the mind and heart of one he loved very dearly.

Could have been something like that.

Such phenomena are not as unusual as you might think.

I let him down, Mr. Hawke.

And he came to tell me not to feel guilty.

To absolve me of the responsibility.

But it's not too late.

I'm going to make his dying wish come true.

I'm going to make that dumb old prophecy come true.

Somehow, I knew you would say that.

Look, I won the bet.

If you don't believe me, come to her bungalow tonight.

The same thing will happen that happened last night.

Hey, Mr. Henshaw, going to be a good show tonight?

Excellent.

Judy Morrow is a very talented lady.

Yeah, I noticed it in the centerfold.

How do you keep it together, working with wild women like that? Don't believe

everything you read.

Hey, how's it going over here, all right? Hey, great, boss.

Good. Getting enough to drink?

You suggesting that story about Judy and those high rollers isn't the truth?

Look, friend, people want excitement in their lives.

They want to know they have a chance.

They want to read that somewhere, someplace, someone is actually living

those dirty little fantasies of theirs.

I'm asking you if you made up that story about Judy.

And I'm telling you.

Now, would you pay $2 an issue for a magazine to read about a librarian that

teaches piano on the side?

I'm sorry if that disappoints you, but I promised Judy that if I was ever asked,

I'd tell the truth.

Would you like your $2 back?

No, I'll just take it out and change.

Al, you all right?

Yeah.

Just another disillusioned Judy Morrow fan, huh?

You sure know how to mess up a weekend. An expensive weekend. Ease off. This

fantasy is on me.

I lied to you in the bar. I didn't score last night.

At last, the irresistible force has met the immovable object.

That old black magic has me in its...

Wonderful. Thank you, Julie.

Miss Monroe?

Excuse me. Mr. Rourke, I've got a show to do.

Miss Monroe, he lost the bet.

Mr. Corky Daniels just paid off his friends.

He told them he lost the bet?

Oh, Mr. Rourke, that's wonderful.

That's wonderful.

Oh, no.

No, it isn't. Not after what I...

Oh, Mr. Rourke, he won't have anything to do with me now.

I have to find him.

Judy, you can't walk out now. We'll never make airtime.

Maybe it's just as well.

Major?

Major?

Hi, Major.

Major? Say, who are you? Excuse me. May I have your attention for one moment?

Please.

Isn't that your aircraft, Major? Yes, sir. That's my ship.

With Miss Carson at the controls, Colonel Kinross, I must accept full

responsibility.

I hope you realize that young lady is totally unfamiliar with that type of

aircraft. Well, I wouldn't say that exactly, sir. She followed me through

the controls in every maneuver. She's got the right stuff, sir.

Ground leader T -Bird 4. Come in, T -Bird 4.

Ground leader T -Bird 4.

You're to return to the field and land immediately.

Now, that's the direct order.

Sorry, Colonel.

Colonel, let me try it.

Nancy, this is Woody.

Don't try anything.

You'll get yourself hurt up there.

Now, come on down.

I know you can do it.

Round in T -Bird 4. Come in, T -Bird 4. Colonel, since Miss Carson refuses to

return, then surely you are justified in authorizing somebody to go and get her.

All right, Major, go ahead.

You know, I'll be forced.

She'll rest, Miss Carsons, the moment she touches down. Oh, that won't be

necessary, Colonel. As Chief Magistrate here on Fantasy Island, I am responsible

for meeting out all punishment.

Take my word for it.

Miss Carsons will get everything she has coming to her.

I'm going to talk you down.

Sorry. I came up here to tame the Thunderbird and I can't land until I've

it.

Just relax now.

I'm going to talk you through a few maneuvers. You and I are going to move

guy around just a little bit.

Ready? I'm ready, Major.

Okay. Stay on my tail and follow me.

Excuse me, Colonel.

Okay,

Nancy, let's go home.

Not yet.

I've got one more thing to do.

Well, I would say that bird has been well and truly tamed.

Wouldn't you?

She's gone.

Impossible. What happened to her?

We have a saying, Colonel.

Nothing is impossible on Fantasy Island.

Absolutely marvelous.

You were really great, Judy. Oh, thank you both.

You charmed everyone on Fantasy Island.

Well, not everyone, I'm afraid.

Oh? Ah, Mr. Henshaw. I am grateful you accepted my invitation to tape your show

here. I believe you have a big hit. Well, it looks that way, doesn't it?

Oh, what happened to your eye?

Oh, another big hit.

That nut Daniels belted me.

Corgi? Why?

Who knows why? He's weird.

What do you see in him, anyway?

Ah, Mr. Daniels.

Where?

Stay away from me, Daniels.

At the rock, I'm your responsibility.

Oh, certainly, certainly, Mr. Henshaw. Julie, go take the gentleman.

Stay close to me, Mr. Henshaw.

With pleasure.

Julie, I just want to ask you one thing.

The article in that magazine, was it you?

Only the photograph.

Then why did you act that way last night?

Well, you had a bet. I wanted you to win.

No, that isn't true.

I heard about the bet.

I was hurt and disappointed.

I felt like a fool.

And I hated you for using me like that.

But I couldn't stop loving you.

How do you feel about that, Mr. Rourke?

Well, I feel as though I am at a very exciting world -class tennis match.

And the scores of this moment is two.

Moreau, Mr.

Daniels, it was an exciting weekend, huh?

When Shakespeare said, all's well that ends well, he sure knew what he was

talking about.

Yes, Will always was quite the philosopher.

And you lost quite a bit of money, Mr. Daniels. I sure did. I bought one

fantasy, had another in mind, and ended up with a third.

What about your two buddies?

Ben and Charlie? They decided to stay here a few more days, hoping to find a

centerfold of their own.

Thank you, Mr. Rourke.

Bye, Mr. Daniels. Bye.

Okay. Hi.

Oh, thank you.

Well, to think I didn't believe in fantasy.

You certainly changed all that, Mr. Roy.

You are two people.

Miss Silverleaf, with a heritage of mystery and legend, and at the same

you are very much the realist, Miss Carsons, second officer in a part of the

modern technological age.

The world has many kinds of magic, you know.

Like blacking out in the cockpit of a T -38 and waking up in your office.

And that other magic, it was Chief Daniel Popeye spoke to in my bungalow,

it?

Was it, Mr. Rourke?

Sometimes the line between reality and imagination is so slender, it no longer

has importance.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Colonel Kinross asked me to tell you, in a few weeks, Major Woods will be

leaving the Thunderbirds' team.

Yes, he's being transferred to McClellan Air Force Base, California.

McClellan?

That's just a half -hour drive from San Francisco.

You'll be able to see each other between flights for two jet -age gypsies. The

next best thing to riding the same wind.

Oh, Mr. Rourke.

Thank you.

You're welcome, Miss Kelsey. Thank you.

Goodbye. Bye -bye.

Mr. Rourke. Yes, Julie?

How did you manage to fix that for her to fly?

I? Why, Julie, you don't think I could ever influence the United States Air

Force, do you?

The best in the world.

Indeed they are.