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Good morning, tattoo.

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

Oh, with that gorgeous lady.

Miss Christy Lee is at least nine wows on a scale of ten.

I give her a ten, boss.

What a fantasy.

Miss Lee wants to escape for one weekend from her daily routine as a

receptionist in Toledo, Ohio.

Her fantasy is to become the dancing star of a lavish musical production.

You mean like Ginger Rogers?

Precisely like Ginger Rogers. How did you know?

Unfortunately, in becoming that star, Miss Lee may have to choose between the

fulfillment of her fantasy...

And the man who can be the love of her life.

Oh, who is that tough -looking guy?

That's Mr.

Max Grant.

And he is tough.

Well, he's in tough business.

Professional boxing.

He's a fighter?

He's like Rocky.

No, he's a manager.

But he feels he'll soon be too old for that, too.

What's his fantasy?

In all the years he's worked with boxers, Mr. Grant has never had a

His fantasy is for that dream to come true, to manage a champion.

No matter what the cost, he says.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Thank you.

It's them.

Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers.

Please say this has something to do with my fantasy, Mr. Rourke. Oh, it does

indeed.

Isn't that Ray Tucker?

Yes. I used to see every show he was in.

Really? You want to meet him?

I'd love to meet him.

Hi, Mr. Rourke.

Tattoo? How do we look?

Delightful, Mr. Tucker. I'm sure your production is going to be very

This is one of our guests, Miss Christy Lee. Mr. Tucker?

Hello.

Hello.

Miss Lee wants to be a dancer.

Well, you've got the looks and then some.

How about experience?

Well, I... Oh, if you're interested, Mr. Tucker, I'm sure I can convince Miss

Lee to demonstrate her dancing ability for you in a little while, yes?

Well, sure. Okay.

I've got to go for the best, Mr. Rourke. You know that.

Oh, of course, of course, Mr. Tucker. Just a demonstration.

All decisions concerning your show are totally in your own hands, just as I

promised you.

Thank you.

Make it in about an hour, Miss Lee?

Mr. Rourke, I can't compete in that girl's league. Look at her.

Have faith, Miss Lee.

You will be the co -star of Dancing Lady, and you will dance as beautifully

Ginger Rogers herself.

Look, I don't want to watch Eddie Frost bar with nobody.

I mean, so he's the world champ, okay?

But I want my family. I want my own champ.

Oh, I can understand how important it is to you, Mr. Grant.

No, you can't.

Not unless you're like me.

There's nothing to show for your life except years of dreaming and hoping and

trying and always coming up a little bit short.

Beautiful to watch, isn't he? Now one day he's champion.

Well, hello.

Aren't you the pretty one?

What's your name, honey? We're trying to watch the fight, okay?

Hey, all I want to know is your name.

And I just want to watch the fight.

Hey, what's the matter?

Can't you, uh...

Watch and talk at the same time?

Oh, come on. Let go of me.

Wait, I don't think the lady's interested.

So what's it to you?

Come on.

Just let her go, okay?

Why don't you just sit right down here and watch the fight?

Look at that guy.

Look at the speed. Look at the...

Hey, not bad, kid.

Not bad at all.

You see those moves?

You see those moves?

A fighter like that, he could make chop suey out of Frost.

He's a softball, too. You see that? It's a matter of style.

Indeed. Well, then perhaps this young man is the answer to two problems.

What do you mean? Well, I've received word that Leo McCloskey, the man Frost

booked to fight tomorrow, is in the hospital with pneumonia.

Yes, I've been wondering whom I could get to replace him.

Mr. Roark, you get me that kid, and I'll have him ready for Frost by fight time.

Oh, that would be most helpful.

All right, Mr.

Grant, I'll see what I can do.

Yeah.

Hey, man.

It's like you took a beating there, pal.

So, you see, Miss Lee, to assist Mr.

Tucker in his comeback attempt, I have also arranged for Mr. Gaylord Nelson to

come to Fantasy Island and watch the special performance of Dancing Lady.

The Gaylord Nelson?

The legend of Broadway?

Very same.

And now also equally famous as an angel, who will financially back any show

providing... I know he's here somewhere.

Providing that show and its star meets his most exacting requirements.

You mean I'm going to dance in front of him?

Gaylord Nelson?

Oh, yes.

Excuse me.

Tattoo, may I ask what you're looking for?

The pink box.

I remember putting it in a place where I would not lose it.

I can find it.

Bravo,

Tattoo, bravo. Now, would you please get it for me?

Before I grant your fantasy, Miss Lee, are you sure it's what you want most?

must realize that once you come in, you cannot go back.

Believe me, Mr. Rourke, it's what I want more than anything.

Very well, then, Miss Lee.

Thank you, Tatooine.

This box, Miss Lee, contains a limited amount of a very special powder.

A powder distilled from the floors of the stages of the world where the

dancers of all time have performed.

Here on Fantasy Island only, Miss Lee.

This powder has the unique power of transferring the grace and skill of

artists to the feet of whomever it is.

Dr. Don.

It will make your fantasy come true in every way.

Take her, Miss Lee, and be at the theater in one hour.

That's one happy lady, Bert.

Yes, that too.

For the moment, my friend.

For the moment.

How's it going, kid?

I'm Max Grant.

Tommy Rudolph.

Mr. Rourke said you wanted to talk to me. Yeah, you better believe it. Now

I know you fought before.

Now what kind of record do you got?

Fourteen and one.

Twelve KOs.

I knew you were a winner.

Come over here. Sit down.

Now look,

McCoskey had to pull out of that exhibition for tomorrow, right?

I talked Mr. Rourke into letting you take his place.

You hear what I'm saying, kid?

You get to fight the champ.

Me fight Eddie Frost.

Now, it ain't exactly a title shot. Not technically.

But beat him, and it might as well be.

After watching you go today, I know how to do it.

You can beat him, kid.

If he can do that, bring on Frost.

With the rock.

I've got to talk to you about my fighter.

Gertie?

Hi, Max.

Wow.

This lady just happens to be one of the best fight

managers in the business.

He will knock out you.

How long has it been now? Five years?

Six.

One day we were checking out wedding chapels, and the next day you were gone.

Without even a so long.

Yeah, but you got to remember, Gert, I mean, I had a championship fight that

night. And my boy lost.

Maybe we both lost something, Max.

Anyway, I've been talking to Mr. Rourke here about letting my new fighter fill

in for McCloskey.

Oh, I was just about to explain to Miss Lawton that you've already found a

replacement, Tommy Rudolph.

Tommy Rudolph?

Yes.

Mr. Rourke, you can't let that boy fight.

Why not?

His last fight was stopped because he took some hard shots to the head that

him out of it for hours.

So what?

Doesn't mean he can't fight here.

Gertie, look.

I gotta have this chance.

It's my last one. You understand?

Yeah.

Only I wish I didn't, Max.

You know, you're as selfish as you were six years ago. Only this time you might

get somebody killed.

You promised me Tommy Rudolph.

Now we got a deal, Mr. Rourke.

Yes, a deal is a deal, Mr. Grant.

In this case, I am forced to rely on your judgment and character.

I sincerely hope I have not made a terrible mistake.

Oh.

I promised I'd take a look at Goody, Mr. Rourke, and I will. Believe me, it's

Tiger. He's a beautiful lady.

But the show's tomorrow night. There's no way she could learn the routine.

All I ask, Mr. Tucker, is that you put off your final decision until after you

see Miss Lena.

Here's Miss Lena.

Charming, Miss Lena. Absolutely charming.

Thank you, Mr. Rourke.

We'll improvise first.

Standard stuff, just to see how you move, okay?

Let's hear that second act tape.

Will I be able to do it, Mr. Vork?

Well, you carry the answer to that, Miss Lee.

In this pink box.

Remember?

My feet.

They feel so tingly and alive.

Are you ready?

I hope so.

Okay, hit it.

Well, what can I say? You're terrific.

So are you.

Okay, we're terrific.

Look, Christy, nobody dances like that by chance. Who taught you? How come I

haven't seen you around?

I mean, where did you study? Miss, Lee's talent has been developed by some of

the finest dancers in the world, I assure you, Mr. Tucker.

Well, there's still the problem of learning the routines.

Oh, when I first saw you rehearsing, you were doing the number from the gay

divorcee.

Growing up, I memorized every dance Ginger Rogers ever did.

Any more doubts or questions, Mr. Tucker?

Then, Miss Lee, I will arrange for someone to show you some of the beauty

island while Mr. Tucker ponders his selection of his dancing partner.

Oh, at what time is the final rehearsal, may I ask?

Nine o 'clock tonight.

Thank you.

See you then.

Right.

Jab, jab.

Now try the left. Try the left.

Good, huh? Feels good, okay?

Give it another shot.

Good one. That's the way.

Come on.

It's like a jab.

Fine. Terrific.

Just the lucky punch. Come on, kid. You okay?

It'll pass. It'll pass.

Come on, kid.

He just rang your bell. That's all.

You're fine.

All right, come on. Come on.

It'll pass, kid. You're fine.

You're going to be okay.

You're okay, kid.

But that's exactly the problem, Mr. Rourke. Your Christy Lee is too good.

I'm not sure I quite understand, Mr. Tucker.

I thought it was your burning desire to impress Mr. Gaylord Nelson with the

flair and charm of your new show.

Yeah, but my flair, my charm.

They could sink or swim. That girl would steal the show right out of my shoes.

Oh.

I see.

Oh, I know I sound like a rat thinker or something, but this is desperation time

for me. The last train to Paris. Point of no return. Ground zero.

Live or die.

And I thought I was helping you.

Have you told Miss Lee about this?

No way.

I don't even think I can.

There's something so special about her, so sweet, so... So lovable?

Exactly.

One more look into those eyes of hers and I'd probably give her my socks to go

with those shoes she'd steal from me.

Well, I wish I could help you, Mr. Tucker.

But the final decision is yours to make.

Whatever you decide, I know it will be the best you can do under the

circumstances. And I will certainly understand.

Oh, thank you. And if this shows a hit, I'll find a way to make it up to her. I

promise.

Hello.

Yes, Tattoo.

Oh, Mr.

Gaylord Nelson has arrived, has he?

Splendid. I'll join you at once.

Au revoir.

Ah, Mr. Nelson, comment allez -vous?

Oh, Tattoo, comment allez -vous? Très bien, merci, et vous?

Très bien, merci, enchanté. Oh, Tattoo, I do believe that you've grown a little

since the last time I saw you.

Really think so?

At least a niche.

Maybe two.

Don't tell the boss, please.

Heaven forbid.

Why not?

He likes me this way. I want to keep my job.

Oh, don't worry, mon ami.

If that rock fires you, then I'll hire you on as a scout in charge of finding

chorus girls for all my new shows.

Here comes the boss.

Remember, the word is mumps.

Mumps is the word.

Ah, Gaylord.

Oh, Rock, you incredible man.

Every year you get younger.

Tell an old friend what's your secret.

Well, I thought you knew my secret.

No. What is it? Well, it's simply having charming friends like yourself who

flatter me into believing what they say.

Gaylord, you, you never look better. And that is no flattery, my friend.

And you, the exquisite, intricate pattern of infinite grace.

If you please.

By all means.

The excellent, intricate pattern of infinite grace.

I used to be able to do that.

Champagne for our host. Thank you, Gaylord. Thank you. Yes, I never drink

But I still love your island.

But what is this nonsense about discovering a new Fred Astaire that I

Did I say that?

Oh, no. I merely suggested in my telegram that a few days in the

atmosphere of Fantasy Island and perhaps the relaxation of seeing a very special

show might... I'll do it. Oh, thank you.

As the second greatest dancer to the great Fred Astaire.

I'll have a look.

Thank you. But I warn you, I am impossible to please. And I promise you,

despise your young man.

Second Fred Astaire.

To you, a milk tote.

Hey, kid.

Where you been?

Taking a nap, like you told me. Slept like a log all afternoon.

Feeling okay? Oh, sure.

Look, don't worry about that lucky shot I took. You know, I zigged when I should

have zagged, that's all.

Here, kid, sit down.

I wouldn't have gotten you into this if I didn't think you could do it.

I know that.

Look, I can probably hurt Frost if I land.

But you really think I can stay with him? I mean, he's the champ.

I know you can.

Look, he's getting lazy.

But you see, the more he wins, the sloppier he gets.

They can't beat him because he's fast, right?

But you're faster. You hear what I'm saying, kid?

The second he drops this right, I nail him with the left. That's it.

You'll never know what hit him.

I'm going to pepper just like you showed me. Jab, jab, cross with the left. And

he is going to go die.

And come Monday, you're going to make the biggest headlines as Sugar Ray

made Durant quit in that last fight.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to the kitchen, and I'm going to get the

next champion of the world the thickest, juiciest steak they got.

Okay.

Good. Everybody take five.

I'm ready to dance.

There's no need, Christy.

But I want to.

I... You've made your selection.

I have to go with Helen.

You understand.

Experience. Know -how.

You know how it is.

Sure.

Thanks for the lesson, anyway.

All right, people, let's get back to it.

Helen!

I understand perfectly how you feel, Miss Lee.

But how can you call your fantasy a miserable failure?

You told me I would dance like Ginger Rogers.

And you have, haven't you?

Just once.

In an empty theater.

Oh, but I'm sorry you didn't specify how many times you'd dance.

However, as long as any of the special powder remains in that box, Miss Lee,

your fantasy is not over.

But why did Ray do it, Mr. Rourke?

I was better than she was.

I was Ginger Rogers.

Perhaps that was the trouble.

What do you mean?

You were too good.

You see, Mr. Ray Tucker has none of the special powers of Fantasy Island to help

him. Oh, he is an excellent dancer who sadly ran out of luck.

If my friend, Gaylord Nelson, liked the show, or more precisely, if he likes Ray

Tucker...

Then a new future would open up for him.

But I could help make the show a success for him.

Or more likely for yourself.

With your special ability, Mr. Tucker felt my friend would have

eyes only for you.

He just might be right.

I have the feeling you're the one who's right, Mr. Rourke.

And that you usually are.

But Christy Lee is not through yet.

Beauty always inspires me. Who was

that lovely vision?

Oh, just one of our guests, Miss Lee, Miss Christy Lee.

I believe.

Charming.

Delightful.

Quite an ordinary girl, really.

Ordinary.

Ordinary.

My dear old friend, your eyes, if nothing else, are failing you.

Oh, she's quite pretty, yes, but so young, Gaylord.

Surely a man of your maturity is more interested in the intellectual pursuits.

Pursuits.

That's the word.

Ta -ta!

My stuffy old Cupid.

$40 on the tramp. You won't be sorry. Thank you very much, sir.

$15 on the tramp. Thank you, Mr. Tocqueville. Everything is set.

Hey, hey, hey. Hey, are we going to get my show out there, kids? Are we going to

get my show out? Max.

Max.

All right, keep working out. I'll be right back.

Don't come in there upsetting the kid before the fight.

I am not going to let you do this to that kid, even if it doesn't bother your

conscience. I'm not doing anything to that kid.

Max, you know you're kind of special to me.

Well, you always have been. Okay.

So, whatever it is that's been keeping us apart all these years, I don't know.

Maybe it's the way you judge yourself, or maybe it's never managing a champion.

Whatever.

That I can accept.

But I ain't gonna let you destroy yourself and that kid.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Tommy is not in Frost's class, Max. He never will be. Now, that kid's gonna get

hit and hit hard.

You just think about it.

Think about him strapped to a bed the rest of his life knowing it was your

fault. You really think you can live with that, huh?

Look, I'm telling you, that kid is not gonna get hit.

Now, if Mr. Roar can trust my judgment and a kid can trust my judgment, why the

hell can't you?

You're wonderful.

I salute you.

You're Gaylord Nelson, aren't you?

What does it matter?

I saw you dance.

Ask for anything.

Poof! It's yours.

All right, I will.

You're here for the showcase performance, right?

As a favor of my good friend, Rourke.

But please.

Don't spoil this magic moment.

Oh, all I ask is that you watch Ray Tucker.

Really watch him the way that you watch me just now.

Ray Tucker?

That has been?

Please.

Just for me?

All right, you vixen.

I promise.

Just for you.

I bet you wonder why I'm dressed like this.

I know exactly why you're dressed like that. How many bets have you taken?

Oh, just a couple.

Oh, that's good. Then it won't take you very long to call them off before the

fight begins.

But boss, my fantasy is to become the biggest bookie in the world.

What a surprise, Bart.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Fantasy Island presents a boxing exhibition between two very fine

Presenting on the corner to my left, from Kansas City, Missouri, Mr. Tommy

Rudolph.

And on the corner to my right, the light heavyweight champion of the world, Mr.

Eddie Frost.

This will be a five -round exhibition.

Now, gentlemen, if you approach the center of the ring, the referee will

the rules with you.

Thank you.

All right, fellas, you know the rules.

In the event of a knockdown, go to a neutral corner.

I want you to shake hands. Thank you. Go to your corner. When you hear the bell,

come out fighting.

The boy is going to get killed, Mr. Ward.

Look, kid, I've been thinking it over.

Listen. No, no, you listen, Matt.

No matter what happens out there, I want to thank you. Not just for giving me

this chance, but for believing in me.

Man, this is an exhibition, not the Civil War.

All

right,

now, work your jabs. Use your combinations.

All right.

Come on, Tommy, you can do it!

Come on, just do it, but wait, kid! Do it, but wait!

All right, all right, look at me.

Look at me!

How many fingers have I got up?

A little more and I win.

Better be another round, kid.

Tommy, I'm stopping this fight. Don't do that to me. Max, I'm warning.

I could have won.

Look, as far as I'm concerned, you did win.

We both did.

Come on.

Christie. Christie, I don't care about anything except us, understand?

I didn't pick you because you're too good. I was jealous.

But I can't do that to you.

Forgive me, please.

You're going to dance with me.

Oh, I can't. Of course you can.

Come on, darling.

I want to wish you the best of luck, Mr. Tucker.

Oh, well, wish us both luck, Mr. Rourke.

Christie's dancing with me.

You get ready. I'll go tell her.

But... Mr. Rourke, I used the last of the powder on his feet. I can't go

on. Of course you'll go on, Miss Lee.

You'll go on and you'll dance as Christy Lee never danced before.

You'll dance on the feet of love.

And who knows?

Perhaps on the feet of Ginger Rogers herself.

Dance, Miss Lee.

Dance as you always wanted to.

Thanks, sweetie.

Hi.

Well.

Nice going, Mr. Rourke. You know, instead of winding up with one champion,

me two.

I don't understand.

Well, what the big lug means is as soon as we hit stateside, we're getting

hitched.

But he mentioned two champions.

Max is going to turn me into a championship manager.

I am delighted. The best of luck to all of you.

Thanks, Mr. Rourke.

Bye. Well, so long.

Thank you.

Rock,

you rascals.

You know I'd love to show, didn't you?

I simply believed in the exquisite taste of one of my dearest friends, that's

all.

Hogwash.

Pure hogwash.

But I love it.

I'm not letting them out of my sight until I sign them on the dotted line.

Ta -ta, friend.

Au revoir. What can I say, Mr. Rourke, for giving me a new

chance for Christy?

Thank you. My pleasure, Mr. Tucker.

Go ahead, sweetheart. I'll be right there.

Mr. Roark, how was I able to dance like I did without the powder?

The power of love is more potent than any fantasy, Miss Lee.

And its staying power is truly fantastic.

Believe in that.

I will.

Thank you.

Bye, tattoo. Bye.

Are you getting taller?

Me, ma? Yes. I know.