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Good morning, Bart. Good morning, Tattoo.

Smile, everyone.

Smile.

Oh, that lady looks happy.

That she has no worries in the world.

Oh, but she doesn't do it.

Miss Jean Harrigan is a nurse from Henning, Nevada. She was recently

and her husband left her without any support.

So she alone has the responsibility of caring for her mother and two small

children.

So she come here to find a rich husband.

Oh, no, no. Miss Harrigan is not the type of woman who would marry a man just

for money. No.

No, her fantasy is to have one million dollars to spend any way she wishes. And

I promise to deliver it.

So, when this weekend is over, Miss Harrigan will either be very rich or

dead.

What's with that cowboy?

That, too, is Mr. Mickey Gilley, a very good country -western singer who has

been entertaining in the honky -tonks of the southern United States for 20

years. Boss, I'm a big fan of gauntlet music. I never heard of him.

That is precisely his problem, my friend.

Oh, don't tell me.

In fantasy, to play the guitar like Roy Rogers?

Oh, no, no, no.

Now, his fantasy is to be, if only for one weekend, that big star headliner he

has always dreamed of being.

Maybe what he needs is a good manager.

Yes.

Something exactly like that.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Oh, Mr. Rock, I can't tell you what this is going to mean to me.

I've always tried to be positive about life, but when my husband left me, my

mom, my kids with nothing, well, it's been harder and harder to keep smiling.

Yes, yes.

Do you recognize the man in this picture?

He looks familiar.

No, I can't place him.

His name is Mr. Philip Camden.

The billionaire.

Yes, he's going to be Miss Harrigan's benefactor.

You mean he's going to give me the money?

Yes. But why?

Well, Mr. Camden has always been a great philanthropist. But in your case,

there's a more personal reason.

You'll find out when you meet him.

But, but, no one has seen him for two years.

That is correct, Atu. Since Mr. Camden moved here on the other side of the

island, he's become a total recluse. He refuses to see anyone, except his...

Lawyer and personal secretary.

Wow. Well, if he wants to meet me, I'm willing to meet him.

Miss Harrigan, I must warn you.

Nothing in life comes to us free.

I have the feeling that Mr. Philip Camden may be hiding something from the

world.

I'm not interested in any secrets, Mr. Hawke. Only in his million dollars.

Yes. Tattoo?

You will find one of our drivers waiting outside to take you there.

Thank you.

Thank you.

And the sign below will tell her story Of the biggest Texas

heartache of them all She's Texas heartache number one, Lord

and planet Breaking hearts with eyes of blue She's

Texas heartache number one, Lord and planet Hey cowboy, she's a -walkin' all

over you

I said, now, hey, cowboy, she's a -walking all over you.

Thank you, ladies

and gentlemen. Thank you very much.

You'll be happy to know that Mickey will be happy under my exclusive management

at the same club very soon.

I hope you'll be all... Boss, I can explain.

Yes. And when we are alone together in my office, I assure you I intend to give

you every opportunity to do so.

Exclusive management.

Is there anything wrong, Mr. Roark? Oh, no.

Nothing at all, Mr. Geely.

Perhaps you should tend to your many other duties, Tattoo, huh?

Yes, boss. Yes.

Tattoo, what about my fantasy? Your fantasy will begin at the proper moment,

Gilly. But there are certain arrangements that must be carried out

of which involve my, shall we say, overly enthusiastic assistance.

A little country hustle on his own, right?

That's right, Mr. Gilly.

But there is another person who is vital to your fantasy coming true.

Not a romance, Mr. Rourke.

That's not what I'm looking for. Hardly that, Mr. Gilly. No, the person I'm

referring to is a Mr. Sherwood who runs his own country western club on the

north shore of the island.

Smelling that sweet honky -tonk wine of success all these years and never

tasting any. You don't know what this means to me. Oh, yes, I do.

I do, Mr. Gilly.

And now, to make your dream of being a big star come true, you must follow that

pathway.

It will lead you to Mr. Sherwood's club.

You'll find him a most accommodating man. And he's expecting you, by the way.

But I must remind you, your fantasy can be completed only, only in his club.

Big star in a big club.

That's what I'm looking for.

Thanks a lot.

Sherwood, here I come.

Gene.

You look lovelier than ever.

That's all, Nigel.

We've met before, Mr Camden?

You don't remember?

Well, why should you?

Please call me Philip, will you? Come on, let's go talk in the steps.

Please, sit down.

Six years ago, I was at Lake Mead for a little fishing, and I had crucial

business negotiations going on in Las Vegas. Well, suddenly I received word

they were ready to make a deal.

But on the way back, my car broke down and a thunderstorm hit, and I wound up

hitchhiking in the pouring rain.

And then, a very nice young lady came by.

That was you?

I can't believe it. I thought you were flat broke.

I was. I'd left my wallet in my car.

But then when I told you I had to get to Las Vegas, you drove me to the nearest

town. You bought me lunch and a bus ticket.

No questions asked.

And now I'm going to repay that kindness.

By giving me a million dollars?

You can't beat the play.

Pardon me, sir.

I'm looking for the owner.

The guy named Sherwood.

Who's asking you, sir?

Me. Mickey Gilley. I'm Sherwood.

And you are as welcome as a spring thaw in Texas, Mr. Gilley.

You owned his joint?

Oh, yes, sir. Every nickel of it.

It may not look like much, but Mr.

Gilley, now that you're here, look up. I thought you had a big club.

Not this dump.

You're calling my club a dump? What's wrong with it? Well, nothing a bulldozer

wouldn't fix.

Look, you're here to sing, not criticize.

There's something really wrong here, Pop.

Dammit, there's not that much time in the world, and I've only got one

It needs paint.

A new roof. Air conditioning.

Thanks folks to do so they'll stay around to hear me sing Even if they come

this place, they'll take one look at it and run Mr. Rourke said we got to work

together And I'm gonna do it a bus. I suppose you just get your music act

together. Mr. Gilly And I'll take care of fixing my place to suit your fancy

taste

Don't worry about old Sherwood. He gets a little excited every now and then.

Just we've all been anxious waiting for you to show up.

Why?

Who are you? Well, my name's Johnny Lee. I do a little singing around here. The

reason we've all been waiting is you're supposed to get this place and that'd be

us up on his feet. I got this good idea for a big finale.

When you get through singing your last song, right after that, the band will go

right into a bluegrass thing. Then I'll jump up on stage with you and we'll do

some clogging and close it out. My star building turns out to be in a cow shed.

All you want to do is get in on the act.

Hey, man, go away.

Leave me alone.

Mr. Gilly.

Mr. Gilly.

Excuse me.

Mr. Gilly.

The only other deaf musician I ever heard of was Beethoven.

I've been yelling at you for five minutes.

How far?

I've been waiting two days for you to get here.

I've got a song that's going to make you a big star.

Oh, no.

Don't tell me. You wrote it, right? I tell you, sure as my name is Annie

And I'll bet a steer to a hamburger you know a little fella named Tattoo, right

again? Well, sure I do, but what... Annie, I came here to be something I've

never been before.

I sure never came here to be the answer to everybody's prayer.

I'm sorry.

Go peddle your song to somebody else.

And tell Tattoo I should lay off.

This song is good.

I don't have to peddle it to you or anybody else, Mickey Gilly.

Who needs you anyway?

Seeing you again is like a breath of fresh air.

Jean, you know, it would mean a great deal to me if you stayed the weekend.

Not that you have to.

I'd love to.

Oh, wonderful.

Nigel will show you to your room, get you some clothing and whatever else you

need for your stay.

And I'll see you again at lunch, all right?

All right.

Well? She's a nurse from Henning, Nevada.

Then Philip suspects.

I don't think so.

He's playing panic laws again to the tune of a cool million.

Not with our money, he isn't. It isn't ours yet.

He'll be dead in a matter of days.

I've waited two long years to get that money.

And they can pay for what he did.

Then what do you suggest we do about his houseguest?

Poison her, too?

Only at last resort, darling.

I said I would help you with your fantasy, Mr. Sherwood, and I did. I sent

Mickey Gilly to entertain in your club.

I guess what I want is my own special kind of fantasy island.

You know, everybody wants to play cowboy sometime in their life, but damn few

ever get it.

I want to give him that chance, you understand?

Oh, yes, I do.

But in my long experience, you're the first to ever ask for a honky -tonk to

help people do it. Most folks don't understand that honky -tonks are places

where people can forget the troubles for a while.

Play at being something fun.

What I want to do is be able to sell them instant happiness.

I mean, that's what they come in there by.

What I'm looking for is the secret of how to make a place like that a success.

Mr. Mickey Gilly.

is part of that secret, Mr. Sherwood.

If you say so, sir.

But your Mickey Gilly came to my club with his nose near demanding this and

that. I plain can't get all those changes done by tomorrow night.

I'm thinking it might take me months to fix up.

Mr. Roark, I need help.

I see clearly your problem, Mr. Sherwood.

Fortunately, this is Fantasy Island.

But I must emphasize, you,

And Mr. Gilly, meet each other to make both your fantasies work.

Meet me at your club in an hour and I'll see what I can do for you.

All right?

All right.

Very well, sir.

Hello. Were you and your beautiful house guest, Philip? Thank you.

Oh, Jean, this is Martin Brody, my attorney.

Hello. How do you do? Emily Bryant, my personal secretary.

Philip, I'm afraid we won't be able to join you for lunch. There's an incoming

overseas call on the Concord Steel merger.

And I'll be on the other line as usual, taking note.

We'll see you later. Nice to meet you.

Thank you.

Please sit down.

Now tell me, Jean, what do you plan to do with your newfound wealth?

Well, there's this ranch I've been driving past for years. And last month

came up for sale.

And it's got a nice big house. And my mom and the kids could have separate

rooms. And we could raise vegetables and maybe some chickens.

It'd be like heaven.

A ranch, that's all?

No diamond earrings?

No sable coats?

I'd look pretty silly mucking out a stable in a get -up like that.

Is something wrong?

No, nothing. It's just another headache.

I think I'd better go upstairs and lie down a little bit.

Now, please enjoy yourself.

Go for a swim, perhaps.

And I'll see you tonight at dinner.

Hi, Nicky.

I thought you were going to be at Sherwood's club.

What are you doing here?

Anything wrong? Yeah, everything's wrong.

My fantasy is as big a joke as Sherwood's place is.

But you're a great singer and piano player.

Well, if I am, nobody's ever going to find out around here.

Maybe it's time we talk business together.

Oh, come on, Tattoo. We've already been through that.

Mr. Roark cut off your water so he could play his tricks on me himself.

Oh, Mr. Roark would never do that. Well, then you better keep your eyes on your

health because somebody is sure diddling me good.

Excuse me.

My, my.

It's the man with important things to do in his life, isn't it? Maybe it's just

a guy that does things the wrong way.

Well, there can't be this big star of Sherwood's club talking, can it? His

is a joke and you know it. Well, you can change that if you're as good as Mr.

Rorick says you are.

Or maybe you just don't care about people. And you do, of course. Yes, I

so does Sherwood.

We care about people who are alone in this world and lonesome. Or people who

have known a lot of hurt and are looking for someone to share that hurt with.

That's what Sherwood wants his club to be all about.

Well, it doesn't matter what I care about because I'm taking the next plane

home. I just came over to apologize and say goodbye.

By the way, you talk nice lyrics.

Get somebody to put what you say to music, okay?

I did.

My husband.

What is this, the wrong train?

How do I know? Nothing's going my way since I stepped on this island.

The boss is going to be very disappointed.

He was hoping that you like her.

I even struck out there, too. She's got a husband, you know.

Dan.

He got killed in a car accident a couple of months ago.

It's very sad.

Very sad.

Oh, Mr. Rock, am I glad to see you.

I knew you would not call unless your reason was...

Imperative. It is, and thank you for coming so quickly.

No one comes here unless invited by Mr. Camden. Well, I'm sure he'll make an

exception for Mr. Rourke and Tattoo.

There's someone or something locked in a room upstairs.

Something horrible.

Something horrible?

That's absurd.

I think it would be best for all concern if you and your friends simply left.

How awful. I just want to know what's in that room.

Surely Miss Harrigan's request isn't that unreasonable.

After all, instead of calling me, she could have called the police.

All right.

Wait here.

I'll get the key.

As you can see, the room is and always has been empty.

It's suddenly empty now.

Are you sure this is the room, Miss Harrigan? Yes, I am.

Why do they keep the door chained on an empty room?

Because Mr.

Camden keeps valuables up here. And for the chain on the door, it was here when

he moved in. We found no reason to replace it.

God only knows what you'll be hallucinating next.

Now, I really do think you should leave.

No.

Miss Harrigan, there may be certain very powerful reasons why it's best for you

to leave now. No, not until I find out what's going on. Is even a million

dollars worth any risk, Miss Harrigan? It's not just the money, Mr. Rock. It's

the feeling that something is terribly wrong.

Something that needs fixing?

Yes.

I understand.

But be careful.

Be very, very careful, Miss Harrigan.

Buzz! Wait for me!

The place has to be bigger, plain and simple.

I mean, so there's something for everybody.

Not just cowboys.

You need shoe clerks, lawyers, businessmen, housewives.

Everybody. All right.

All right, Mr. Sherwood.

Now, close your eyes and visualize the club as you would have it.

Mr. Roy. Mr. Sherwood.

Please.

Close your eyes.

Concentrate.

That's right.

That's right.

I believe you now have what you need, Mr. Sherwood.

Open your eyes, please.

This is more like it.

While you're on a roll, get a couple of those mechanical bucking bowls I seen

once.

I think we may have something.

Indeed we do, Mr. Sherwood.

We have Gillies.

Well, now all I need is my star performer.

Boss, boss, boss.

Yes, yes, yes. What is it, Arturo? It's Mickey Gillies.

He told me to tell you that the heck with his fantasy.

He wants to take the next plane and go back to Texas.

Well, he can't do that.

My fantasy won't work without him. You said so.

I really am sorry about the trouble I caused this afternoon.

But there was something in that room. I know there was.

We thought it would be nice to toast Jean's good fortune and your generosity

them. No, it was a good idea. Cheers.

Cheers.

He barely touched it.

Don't worry, darling.

I doubled the doses, Tom.

Tomorrow morning, you'll fly away to your new life, and I'll never see you

again. I'll miss you.

Why does it have to be that way?

You can go anywhere.

You can be with anyone you want.

Oh, I wish that were true.

Why isn't it true? Why do you have to stay here?

I can't say, Gina.

I'm sorry.

Don't tell me.

I want to help. Please let me be your friend.

I'd like you to be so much more than that.

Oh.

What's wrong?

These headaches.

You all right now?

I've been very ill.

Very ill, Jean.

That's why I wanted to see you again.

To touch the most decent thing in my life I've ever known.

Oh!

I'll take him to his room. No, he needs to be in a hospital. Mr. Cameron doesn't

like hospitals. But I'm a nurse. He's been taking care of Philip for a long

time. We know what he needs.

This kind of sudden attack.

It's not logical.

Something must be causing it.

They're poisoning him.

Mr. Rourke, I'm leaving the first thing in the morning because nothing's worked

out. But given you the benefit of the doubt, you may have thought Sherwood's

club was what I had in mind. Well, it's not.

But, Mr. Gilly, there have been changes made since you saw this.

What kind of changes could Sherwood possibly have made in one afternoon?

It would take the Lord himself a whole year.

I'm afraid you vastly underestimate Mr.

Sherwood's potential, Mr. Gilly. I saw his potential sitting near empty out

there in that jungle, and not even termites will go inside.

Very well.

If you don't even wish to go look at the changes in the club, then I'm prepared

to cancel your fantasy.

And give you your money back, of course.

Mr. Rourke, I want this fantasy so bad I can taste it, and you know that. Well,

that being so, Mr. Gilly, do you wish to take one more look or not?

Tonight.

Right now.

Well, I guess maybe one more look wouldn't hurt.

I promise you it won't hurt a bit.

Something I can do for you, Mr. Gilligan.

How in the hell did you do it?

Well, it wasn't easy.

This might interest you.

Got them out all over the alley for tomorrow.

Of course, if you leave them, some folks are going to be disappointed.

Well, as long as you're here, you might as well look around.

Sure would. I'd love to look around.

But I can tell you in four words how I feel.

Unbelievable.

That's smart. Good night, cowboy.

Hell, a guy could live in here if he didn't have to sleep.

I think maybe that's the secret I've been looking for.

I think maybe that's it.

Well, I'll admit it.

You built the dangest honky -tonk that ever escaped men in Texas.

I've been thinking a lot about Texas.

Maybe we'll talk about that later.

I think I've done my part, Mr. Gilley.

Now that Saddle's on your back, find some musicians and put a show together

tomorrow. And you think I can't?

You just start selling tickets.

I've been trying to get to you all night, but they had you locked in.

Listen to me.

Lydia and Martin have been poisoning you.

Oh, no.

That's impossible.

Lydia wouldn't do that.

Not after what I've done for her sister.

Oh, is that who you... You've been keeping locked up in the other bedroom?

Please, Philip.

I just want to help.

Her name is Madeline.

She's my wife.

Your wife?

She's hopelessly insane.

I keep her here so Lydia can take care of her, be with her.

Well, if she's ill, she should be in the hospital.

We've tried everything.

The best psychiatrists, the best neurosurgeons, they all say the same

Madeline is incurable.

Lydia blames me for the accident.

What accident?

Madeline was always high -strung.

Easily disturbed. It was a condition that grew worse and worse until two

ago. She flew into a rage over nothing.

I tried to control her, but she ran away from me. She fell down the main stairs.

Somehow, the injury that she suffered locked her into a nightmare of

continual fury.

Lydia says I could have stopped.

No, it wasn't your fault.

It was an accident.

You see, Madeline always loved it here on the island.

And I've been hoping against hope that by keeping her here, making sure she was

well cared for, that eventually she'd be all right.

You did everything you could.

Listen, they're watching your door.

As soon as it's dark, we've got to get out of here.

Jean.

Just in case.

I want you to know now.

I love you.

Well, he's dying, all right.

What are we going to do about the girl?

It's time for Philip's little secret to come out.

Don't you think?

But you know.

Look, let me just drive her back to the hotel and give her the money. She can't

leave.

She knows, darling.

She can never leave.

Someday her riding will be over.

They'll hang her old saddle on the wall.

And the sand below will tell her story of the biggest Texas

heartache of them all.

Take five, fellas. I'll be right back with you.

Mickey, this lovely lady's got a song, and she says it's real good, and I want

you to hear it.

Are you telling me to look at it? No, just suggesting. First.

Well, as long as you're suggesting, okay.

Annie, I certainly was hoping you'd come back.

Even if I were plugging my song?

I admire persistence right up next to a good -looking woman.

Annie, come on out.

Night. Now, what's your honest opinion?

Okay.

It's real nice.

Of course, all that really matters is what those folks out there think.

Like me.

They want to hear something to make them forget all about having to go home

alone and that love affair going on.

Do you think my song can do that, Mr. Gilly?

Annie, I'll give it my best shot.

Just you be here tonight.

Promise?

I'm sorry, Madeline.

I'll never do this again to you, I swear it.

But that girl that Philip brought here, she's to blame.

She made me do this.

But now, now's your chance to get even, Madeline.

Now's your chance to make her pay for copying you.

For making me lock you away.

For making Philip forget how I destroyed your life.

This is your chance for revenge, Madeline.

You kill her.

You kill her.

Kill her.

Where are you taking him?

i'm taking him to a hospital you're not taking him anywhere i know what you've

been doing you've been poisoning him come on philip

Lydia! Lydia, no!

No, you!

We gotta get out of here before the whole place goes up! Go on!

I don't see any real reason why, when I get back home to Houston, Texas, a few

months of hard work, why I can't learn me a gillies just like this. Maybe even

bigger.

That seems feasible.

Of course, you and Mr. Gilly would have to continue working together as a team.

Now, that may take some doing.

But with careful management, Mickey Gilly's music will do something for

everybody.

Splendid idea, Mr. Sherwood.

Splendid. So glad you thought of it.

I said, now, hey, cowboy, she's a -walkin' all over you.

Ladies and gentlemen, this next song is a mighty special number. I would like to

dedicate it to the little lady that helped write it. Are you here, Annie?

There she is, ladies and gentlemen, Miss Annie Clark.

Let's hear it for her now.

You give your hand to me.

And then you say hello.

I can hardly speak.

My heart is beating so.

But anyone can tell.

You think you know me well.

But you don't know me.

Afraid and shy, letting my chance go by A chance

that you might love me too You give your hand

to me And then you say goodbye I watch you walk away

Beside that lucky guy You'll never, never know

No,

you don't know me.

You'll never, never know the one that loved you so.

No, you don't.

It's the place they make romance.

Give a kiss, grab a chance, show your love with every glance. Dig -a -lig -a

-la, dig -a -lig -a -lo, everyone knew he was a foe. No one else could ever

so much love for dig -a -lig -a -lo.

Thank you.

Hello.

How come you're still smiling after all what you went through?

Well, you'd be smiling, too, if you were a millionaire.

Though it's not going to be easy to forget what happened to Madeline.

She has finally found peace, Miss Harrigan. Try to think of it that way.

What about her sister and Mr. Brody? They are both on their indictment for

attempted murder. And Mr. Camden is recovering quickly at a fine hospital on

mainland. I know.

I talked to him this morning.

He's going to fly out to Nevada when he's well enough and help me with the

negotiations on the ranch I'm buying.

You know, Miss Harrigan, you came to Fantasy Island to receive a gift.

But you've given the richest man in the world something no amount of money could

ever buy.

What's that, boss?

Life, the truth. And freedom from the nightmare that had become his prison.

Enjoy your new wealth, Miss Harrigan.

You've earned it.

Mr. Gilley, Mr. Sherwood, I understand you're going back to Houston, Texas,

together. That's right, Mr. Roark. We've got a few differences to settle, but

we're going to work them out. Everything's going to be just fine. The

thing is, Gilley's is moving to Texas.

Oh. Did you hear about the song Commodore was here last night?

He wants to publish Annie Cody's song.

Yes, we might agree about that, too.

Mr. Roark, thank you so much. You're very welcome, Mr. Sherwood.

Bye.

And I want to especially thank you for introducing me to Sherwood. You saw what

he did to that club in just one day. All the others, recording people, managers,

promoters, they all blew smoke at me.

But this guy, Sherwood, he works miracles. Just don't tell him I said so.

All right, Mr. Gilly.

He is right or two. In his own way, Mr. Sherwood does work miracles.

And I predict that soon, very soon, everybody will be going to Gilly's.

Finally went to see her pa, now he's got a papa -in -law, moved out where the

bayou flows, now he's got a little dig -a -lig -a -low, dig -a -lig -a -low,

-a -lig -a -low, everyone knew he was a foe, no one else could ever show so much

love for dig -a -lig -a -low.