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Good morning, Tattoo.

Smiles, everyone.

Smile.

Who is that lady, boss?

Her name is Miss Jenny Ryan.

Miss Ryan works as a blackjack dealer at one of Las Vegas' most popular hotel

casinos. What's her fetish?

Miss Ryan's fantasy is to go back in time and spend a glorious and exciting

weekend aboard a Mississippi riverboat. But what Miss Ryan doesn't know is that

it will be her card -playing proficiency that may well decide the destiny of one

of the world's greatest authors.

Boss, they look very happy.

Are they the newlyweds?

No, no, no. The two, Mr. and Mrs. Harris, Catherine and Brent, have been

for nearly seven years.

Then they must still love each other very much.

Which perhaps explains why they share the same fantasy.

What is the fantasy, boss?

The fantasy is to spend here on Fantasy Island the honeymoon they never had.

That's easy.

Is it?

Who is he, boss?

His name is Michael Eaton, an old personal acquaintance.

Does he have a fantasy, too?

No, Tattoo. Mr. Eaton is here for an entirely different reason.

His presence means that Mr. and Mrs. Harris will never enjoy their honeymoon,

for one of them is destined to die.

My dear guests, I am Mr. Rock.

your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Miss Ryan, I suppose you're ready to begin your fantasy, huh?

I sure am, Mr. Rourke. Good. I can't wait to see what it's like on a

back in the glorious days of the old South. You know, my great -great

-grandfather, Hamilton Ryan, he was the riverboat captain.

Really? His name was Captain Ham.

Oh. Well, Mr. Rourke, he was a living legend.

I see. You want to see a picture of him? Well, no, I... There he is.

Captain Ham.

And there's his boat, the Delta Queen.

That's very nice.

And, Miss Ryan, before you leave to go on your fantasy, there's something I'd

like you to take with you.

A tattoo, if you please.

There's a $500 gold coin in there.

There'll come a time and a place in your fantasy when you'll find those gold

coins to be most useful, Miss Ryan.

May I? Oh, sure.

And now, I want you to look carefully at this picture.

And concentrate.

Very hard.

This is wonderful, Mr. Rourke.

Am I dreaming or is it really happening?

I can assure you, Miss Ryan, you are not dreaming.

Oh, no.

Enjoy your fantasy.

The Delta Queen.

Captain Ham's boat.

Am I going to get to meet Captain Ham, Mr. Rourke?

Mr. Rourke?

All aboard, Cronaca!

All aboard!

Cork, it's good to see you again. It's been a long time. How have you been?

Well, thank you, Michael.

I hope you'll understand when I say I am not happy to see you.

I'm not very happy about being here.

I've never known you to have reservations about your work before.

be the problem?

The problem is Catherine Harris.

You see, we've met before.

Mark.

I'm sorry, boss. I'm late.

That's all right.

Go on, Michael.

It's quite all right to speak freely. I keep no secrets from Tattoo.

For hundreds of years, I have stood by and witnessed human emotions.

But I'd never really experienced one.

Did you say a hundred years?

Mr. Eden is not exactly one of us, Tattoo.

His specialty is helping people whose time has come to make their transition

from this earth. He is an angel.

You mean he takes people?

Mm -hmm.

I'm sorry, boss.

And I just remember I've got a lot of work to do. Goodbye.

Tell me, Michael, when did you meet Mrs. Harris?

On the day that she and her husband were leaving for their first honeymoon.

I see.

I can remember the moment before their car went out of control.

The wind was blowing through her hair. She was laughing.

Rock, she was just filled with the joy of life.

She was supposed to have died in that accident. And yet she's still very much

alive.

Something happened.

I looked at her and... And a strange warmth just flooded my whole being.

You fell in love with a mortal woman?

I don't know.

But how do you explain what I felt?

When I reached out to take her and touched her, I knew I couldn't let her

die. You mean you gave her a reprieve?

Yes.

That's what makes it especially difficult for me.

I see.

Then Mrs. Harry's reprieve is over.

No, you don't understand.

I'm not here for Catherine.

I've come to take her husband.

At exactly 11 .32, Brent Harris will die.

Wait a minute.

Why don't you take that portrait down?

Where are you going with it?

Did you know Captain Hamm?

Well, yes. In a way, he was my... Oh, never mind.

Do you know why they took down that portrait?

I'm sorry I have to be the one to break the news to you, ma 'am, but he was shot

and killed yesterday.

Why would anybody do that?

Well, ma 'am, he was a member of the underground movement helping runaway

slaves.

He was caught hiding two runaways on board and shot down trying to protect

Who shot him down?

His name's Christopher Lantry. He's a gambler.

He's also an experienced, industrious, ambitious liar.

Outside of that, he's still no good.

What did Cap and Hammett do to him?

Nothing. Lantry did it for the bounty money.

Real nice.

Well, he won't be turning in any more runaway slaves if I can help it.

I can't help but feel a great sadness for them. They seem so happy together.

Rourke, you must understand, this isn't my doing.

The last thing in the world I want to do is hurt Catherine.

But it's his time.

Besides, I gave them seven years they never would have had when I spared

Catherine.

What a pleasant surprise.

Oh, I can't tell you how much being here in Fantasy Island means to us, Mr.

Roar. We're falling in love with each other all over again.

I'm very pleased to hear that.

May I introduce Mr. Michael Eden, Mr. and Mrs. Harris?

How do you do?

Haven't we met?

Probably you ran into him at the stables, Mrs. Harris.

Well, I really must be going.

Enjoy your ride.

Bye -bye.

I'd like to show you to Hollow Ridge.

The view from up there is spectacular. Oh, I'd love to see it. Come on.

I suppose it's about time I introduce myself.

I'm Sam Clemens.

Ah, Samuel Longhorn Clemens?

Yeah.

Mark Twain.

I've read all your books.

I've only written one. It wasn't exactly a barn burner.

This is my second. I just got started on it. If I ran out of ink, I'd be further

along.

May I see it?

Sure.

Tom Sawyer.

Yeah, must have made him have trouble with it.

Something missing.

Think I need a friend for Tom or maybe a river boy or something like that.

Then, too, there are times I just feel like giving up the notion of ever

becoming a writer.

Oh, no, you can't do that.

Why not?

Well, I just have this feeling that this book's going to be just wonderful.

Run away!

Run away!

Take the wheel.

Hold it!

What do you think you're doing?

You gotta help Jim. Please, you just gotta.

This is something I figure I owe Captain Ham.

I repeat, sir.

What do you think you're doing?

He's a runaway, ma 'am.

Why, Jim's been in the family for nearly 20 years.

Well, if he's your slave, how come he was hiding down in the cargo hold?

He wasn't hiding.

She sent him down there to fetch something from her trunk.

How do we know that?

Maybe you're one of them abolitionists, ma 'am.

Are you questioning this lady's honor?

Maybe I'm questioning yours.

Oh!

You hit him!

You hit him when he wasn't even looking!

Miss Jenny.

Now, I suggest you take your friend and you seek mendacity elsewhere, sir.

Sure glad you're all right, Mark.

Thanks for standing up for me.

My pleasure, Jenny.

Oh, what a lovely... Holy Island.

Brent, you should see this.

In a minute, darling. My horse picked up a pebble.

This is our second honeymoon.

Brent and I never had a first honeymoon.

We were involved in a terrible accident.

Did you ever make it to Pine Lake?

I guess we figured it would be bad luck to try it again.

Anyway, Fantasy Island is much more romantic.

Shall we go, darling?

You look so familiar.

This is where it's going to happen.

Brent Harris will be out riding again.

But alone.

I see the horse galloping straight under that limb.

Later that night, he'll die in a hospital room.

And Catherine will be there, too.

And I'll have destroyed the only thing that I ever loved.

Seem no sense to it anymore.

Maybe I ought to just go ahead and turn me over that bounty money.

Oh, Jim, we'd never do a thing like that.

Besides, pretty soon now all slaves are going to be free men.

Right after the Civil War.

Civil War?

Well, what I mean to say is that it would probably take something like a

War to set Jim and all his people free.

Something the federal government should have done a long time ago.

Probably be shown by facts and figures there is no distinctly American criminal

class. Except Congress.

How'd you get on board?

Huck here snuck me on board.

On his raft.

Your name Huck?

Does that stand for Huckleberry?

Yes, ma 'am.

Huckleberry Finn.

Good name for one of your characters, Mark.

Got me a thousand names, but no character.

How long you been down that cargo hold?

Two, maybe three days.

We better get something for you to eat.

I want to thank you too, Miss Jenny, for all you've done for Jim.

And I want to give you a little present.

Name's Fremont, raised from a temple.

Likes to eat bugs, skitters and such.

Here you go.

Oh, but Huck! Huck, I don't have any skitters!

Mr. Eden, may I talk to you for a minute?

How did you know about Pine Lake?

Brent and I never told anyone where we were going on our honeymoon. It was our

secret. I know a great many things about you, Catherine.

Then we have met before.

Yes.

Meeting you then and seeing you now.

Brent!

Tattoo, what are you doing here?

I'm sorry we startled you.

Well, you did kind of take me by surprise.

Mr. Rourke, when I started my fantasy, you already knew that Captain Hanna had

been shot for helping runaway slaves, didn't you?

Yes, I did.

Then I guess my getting to meet him was never meant to be.

Right now, you've got a bigger problem.

Tattoo is alluding to the punishment exacted upon women who help runaway

Their clothes are stripped.

From their backs. And they're publicly horse whipped.

Oh, no, I didn't know about that.

But I would have done it anyway.

Captain Ham gave his life.

Are you also not aware that since Mr. Mark Twain stood up for you and in front

of witnesses confirmed the falsehood that you owned that runaway slave, that

might very well be considered your accomplice?

They could have hanged him for that.

Oh, I didn't mean for things to turn out like this.

Then you must be very careful, Miss Ryan, for the future of one of the

greatest authors may rest in your hands.

I'm feeling things that I never understood before.

And this thing, this love, well, it's just,

it's so intense, it's so incredibly sweet. I must warn you, my friend,

is like a sword.

It has two edges.

The other side of pleasure is pain.

Are you prepared to experience that, too? Yes, if I must, of course.

Will Catherine feel pain when I take her husband?

Yes.

Then I must be there for her, Rourke.

She'll need me.

And I've never felt needed before.

Is that wrong for me to want that?

Only you can answer that question, Michael.

When the time comes.

It's supposed to be our honeymoon, and I'm flying in the arms with another man.

I told you I'm sorry. I don't even know why I did it. I just didn't seem to be

able to help myself.

All right, tell me. Where do you know him from?

I don't remember.

Maybe college.

Or maybe when I was away on one of my business trips. How can you even say

anything like that? I don't know.

It's nothing but that guy scares me. And then to find you with him.

Wait a minute.

Where are you going? Let's talk.

We just did.

I just can't help to thinking about that Christopher Lantry and what he did to

Cap 'n Ham.

If I could only think of some way to get rid of him.

Keep him out of the way till Jim's gone.

Maybe if I talk to him.

Appeal to his humanity.

Mr. Lantry is as unfamiliar with humanity as a good Christian is with

Wait. I've got another idea.

But, Huck, I'm going to need your help. If I can do anything, let me know. Oh,

no, I don't want you to get involved.

I mean, Huck and I, we can handle it.

Just say what you want me to do.

Help me do what Robert Redford and Paul Newman did.

We're gonna sting them.

Miss Ryan?

Yes?

My name is Christopher Lantry. The steward said that you wanted to see me.

Why, yes, Mr. Lantry.

Won't you come in?

Won't you have a seat, Mr. Lantry?

Mr. Lantry, as I understand it, you play in a private high -stakes poker game on

this boat.

I do.

Well, I'd like for you to arrange a seat for me in this game.

We have a rule for bidden ladies to play.

Well, Mr. Lantry, I always thought rules were meant to be broken.

I've had my eye on you ever since you bought it. I find you a...

Most attractive and desirable woman. Might even be able to arrange an

Lying you to play in that game?

But I do think that we should wait until after the game.

I mean, you would be a lot more...

More gratifying for both of us there.

Oh, now, if that is a promise, I suppose I can

wait.

The game is going to be in my stateroom.

I'm going there now.

I will see you there.

Oh, by the way, the buy -in, now that is

$500. That'll be fine. Just fine.

Will he be all right?

Your husband suffered a very bad subdural hematoma, Mrs. Harris.

Now, we were able to release the intracranial pressure in surgery.

What are you trying to tell me?

There may be irreversible neurological damage.

All we can do now is wait and see.

Wake up.

Come back to me.

Please.

Try.

Oh, Michael.

Brenda doesn't have much time.

He will die at exactly 11 .32 tonight.

Rorke. You understand. You believe this isn't my doing. I wouldn't do this to

gain his wife.

Yes, I believe that.

Mr. Rourke, thank you for coming.

Michael, I should be very angry with you, but somehow I can't.

Catherine, I understand how you feel.

It's going to be all right.

I'll be here as long as you need me.

Come on in.

From Miss Ryan, sir.

Said it was for later tonight, after the game.

You just put it down over there, boy.

Now, just what is keeping you, boy?

Thank you, sir.

This never would have happened if Brent hadn't seen us together.

But you're wrong.

If you went back and changed everything else that happened, he still would have

fallen from the horse.

We had just had a... A terrible argument.

But don't blame yourself.

He can't die.

Not without knowing how much I need him.

I have just got to find a way to make him understand that we mean nothing to

each other.

I've got to get back to Brent.

If he dies, I'll never forgive myself.

I hope you know what you're doing.

I mean about sitting in that poker game tonight.

Although I must admit, nothing would please me more than watching Lantry's

decline from arrogant affluence to poverty.

You don't have to worry about me when it comes to playing cards.

I just hope that Mr. Lantry gets what's coming to him before this all has to

end.

Why does it have to end?

Well, with us being in Natchez, I mean, you'll be going your way and I'll be

going mine.

I'm beginning to care very much for you, Jenny.

I guess I feel the same way, Mark.

I wish I could explain, but I just can't.

Please try and understand.

May I?

Thank you.

You know, Miss Ryan...

You are playing a most dangerous game.

I guess I should know better than try to fool you, Mr. Rourke.

It's just that when I started my fantasy, I thought everything would be

wonderful. And it has been in a way, but... Well, I guess I got in over my

didn't I?

Yes, you did.

Well, you know, maybe it'll be the only chance in my life that I'll be able to

do something about men like Christopher Lantry.

Go around preying on innocent people.

Although I admire your courage, Miss Ryan, I cannot agree with the wisdom in

what you're doing.

I warn you, be very, very careful.

Oh, Mr... Mr. Walt?

What is it, Michael?

I was just with Catherine.

She blames herself for what happened.

She's feeling guilt, regret, as well as pain.

I know. I felt it in her.

And then it grew in me.

When Brett dies, she'll suffer terribly.

Rock, I need your help. Tell me what to do.

Since you've opened the door to your heart, Michael.

to what he tells you.

That will be five to you, Miss Ryan.

Looks like it's going to be a long evening.

Full house.

I'm out.

Your deal, Miss Ryan.

Thank you.

You're cut, Colonel.

The game will be draw, gentlemen.

Maybe it's nothing more than just that harmless little old garter snake.

Somebody's idea of a practical joke.

But you have nothing to be alarmed about.

Why did you say practical joke, Mr. Lantry?

I did.

Then may I ask what you put in your inside pocket during the confusion?

I have nothing in my inside pocket.

Well, unless one of you other gentlemen are holding it, it seems that the ace of

spades is missing.

Four aces is almost an unbeatable hand. Wouldn't you say that, Mr. Lantry?

Perhaps you should show us all what's in your inside pocket, Mr. Lantry.

I tell you, I have nothing in my inside... Listen, I...

I swear to you, I don't know how... Wait a minute.

She's playing some kind of trick.

I consider this to be a personal insult, Mr. Lantry. I will meet you tomorrow at

dawn on the front lawn of the Natchez Pony Run.

Pistols will suit me just fine, sir.

Well, I do believe Mr. Lantry earned this money tuning in Runaway Slave.

I trust you gentlemen know from worthwhile charity that it can be

Good evening.

Don't you think for one minute that you're going to get away with this if I

going under, you are going with me, and I know just how to do it.

Why, Mr. Lantry, what a naughty thing to say.

I do believe I'm blushing.

Mr. Lantry.

He's going to die in less than three minutes.

My heart hasn't told me anything yet.

Keep listening, my friend.

It will when the time comes.

Darling, listen to me.

Remember when I was in the hospital, barely conscious?

I can still hear your voice telling me to live, to fight

for us.

Now, I want you to try for me.

Please, Brent.

Doctor.

Brent, can you hear me?

Doctor, I can't get any pulse.

You're the only man I ever loved. You must believe me. Get the crash cart in

here. Oh, my God, no.

Stat! Get a blood gas. Stat.

Yes, Doctor.

Doctor, check his calorie.

Mrs. Harris, please wait outside. We're going to do everything we can.

Did he give you a light of care? Yes, Doctor.

And it's his head.

Open an intubation tray. I'll try to tube him. Let's give him an apple by

Here you are, doctor.

Not yet.

He's not responding.

Let's defibrillate him.

Yes, sir.

Everybody clear.

Defibrillate.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Harris.

We did all we could.

Oh no!

Thanks to you, Mr. Rourke, we're falling in love with each other all over again.

His love and strength helped me pull through.

Has your heart told you anything yet?

No, but hers has.

I want her to be happy, Rourke.

I love her.

I'm gonna explain it this time.

Love needs no explanation, Michael.

It's impossible.

Maybe he heard you after all.

Oh, Brett.

Brett.

Thank God.

Oh, darling.

Now, you are going back in there and you are going to tell them how you did it.

Well, how I did what, Mr. Lantry?

Well, how you slipped that little old ace into my pocket.

You see, Sam Putin now, he's a crack shot.

As the 19 men he's faced in duels could attest to, if they were alive to do it.

Well, at least you won't be turning in any more runaway slaves.

Well, now, that is where you are wrong, Miss Ryan.

I am going to turn in just one more runaway.

That slave that you claim that you own, I was planning on turning him in for the

bounty money. So you see, I shall not let you get away with this. Now, what's

going to be?

Are you going to go in there and tell them the truth?

Or am I going to turn in that runaway?

You see, this is a world of survival, Miss Ryan.

When a man sees an opportunity...

He just has to reach out and grab for it.

Well, did you say reach out and grab for it, Mr. Landtree?

Mm -hmm.

Well, the same thing goes for a woman.

Don't forget your appointment at dawn, Mr.

Landtree.

I'm not done with you yet. You'll pay for this.

Jenny, Jenny, over here.

Everything's ready.

Get down, get down.

Over the side, quick.

Thank God he's safe.

Well, I guess I'll be going, too.

Bye, Huckleberry.

You know, I just had the feeling that one day I'm going to be reading about

in one of Mr. Twain's new books.

Well, that's a fat chance, Miss Jenny, but I sure thank you. Bye.

Bye, Huck.

Now, Jenny, what about us?

I don't know what to say, Mark, what to tell you.

I only wish that... Oh, Mark.

You know, thinking back over everything that's happened, some of the ways you

say things, express yourself.

It's almost as if you come from another time and place.

Well, Mark, you know, with all the excitement, I'm pretty tired.

I'll walk you to your stateroom. Oh, no, I'll be all right. It'll be fine.

Jenny, are you sure there isn't something else wrong?

Oh, Mark.

You know, someday I just know that you're going to be a famous writer and

known all over the whole world. Well, if you believe that, I don't know why I

shouldn't. Good night, Mark.

Bye, Jenny.

That time, isn't it, Mr. Rourke? I'm afraid so, Miss Ryan. Your fantasy's

Please try to understand when I say it's better this way.

Do you think he'll remember me?

Be assured he will never forget you. Later in his letters, Mark Twain will

of his days piloting a riverboat and of meeting a certain lovely and courageous

young lady who inspired him to continue writing one of his most famous books,

Tom Sawyer.

Look, Mr. Rourke.

Where are they going?

Into the pages of immortality.

Tom!

You are looking very well, Mr. Harris.

Thank you, Mr. Rourke. I'm feeling a lot better.

And it looks like our honeymoon jinx is definitely broken. And we're going to

spend a lifetime together proving it.

Goodbye, Mr. Rourke. Goodbye, tattoo.

Goodbye.

Well, Mr. Rourke, tattoo, I guess this is goodbye.

It was a pleasure having you, Miss Ryan. I trust you were satisfied with the

outcome of your fantasy.

I wouldn't trade the memory of it for anything in the world.

Boss, did you hear that?

What, the two?

Sounded like... Fremont?

How did you... Well,

I guess I know what to beat him.

Seems that Fremont's partial to feeders.

Thank you, Mr. Ward.

Goodbye, Miss Ryan.

Bye. Goodbye.

Do that again, Tattoo.

Maybe.

You do a very good pro, you know.

Thank you, Mark.