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Good morning, Bob. Good morning, Tattoo.

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

Ah, Mr. Jack Overstar, a very successful businessman from Denver, Colorado.

He looks kind of a guy. What's his fantasy?

To go back in time to World War II.

What does he want to be? A dead hero?

No, my friend. He wants to find proof that his older brother was not the

history has judged him to be.

Unfortunately, he may be risking his life for nothing.

I know her, boss.

She's one of the reporters for that TV news magazine.

Quite right. To Miss Christine Connolly of Exposé America, one of the most

popular television programs of that country.

Uh -oh.

Is she out to get one of our guests?

No, my friend.

She's out to get me.

What do you mean, Bob? She intends to prove that Fantasy Island is a fraud.

What? Oh.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

No, no, no, no, Mr. Rourke. I knew my brother. No.

You see, he was everything to our family.

After our father died, Kenny took over.

He took two jobs to support us. Lord, he even put me through college.

You see, there wasn't a selfish nor a cowardly bone in his body.

Yet in my research to prepare your fantasy, I find the army accused him of

abandoning his command under fire, deserting, and then engaging in black

marketeering in Europe after the war. They had no proof.

No one who knew Kenny ever saw him again after that day near Anzio.

You think you want to get in action?

Yes, I do, Tapu.

And over the years, especially while our mother was still alive, I've tried to

prove it innocent.

Unfortunately, I've been unsuccessful.

And the grief that that caused our mother led her to lose hope and

contributed to her early death.

I hope your fantasy fulfills all your expectations, Mr. Westar.

Tattoo? Follow me, please.

In here, please.

I will grant your fantasy, Mr. Overstar, provided you fully understand the very

real danger to which you'll be exposed by entering a wartime situation.

Yes, yes, yes, yes. I understand. I'm ready.

Then think of your brother.

Think very hard.

Focus your mind on his face as you remember it.

Think back, Mr. Overstar, to 1944.

The Allied forces landed at Annecy and by February 20th were driving a wedge

into the middle of the German line.

However, there were small pockets of fierce resistance.

Now, Mr. Robustov.

Now, look at the photograph on the wall.

Concentrate on it.

Because it was here.

In this small Italian village that your brother was last seen alive.

He will be here.

And I trust you will find the answers to all your questions.

I'm here.

I'm really here.

Please have a seat, won't you? No, I'll just be a minute. How am I of your

service?

Well, I thought that if it's okay with you, I would interview some of your

guests on camera. You have no objections, do you? If they have none, I

none. Good.

Then I thought, oh, this is lovely.

Then I thought I might interview you.

Because I would like the audience to watch you as you respond.

She's hoping you get mad if you throw her out of your office while the camera

rolling. No, I'm afraid I'll have no such luck.

My research tells me that Mr. Roark has his emotions totally under control at

all times.

Like all good con artists.

Just what did your research entail, Miss Connolly?

Well, mainly, I just interviewed some of your clients.

Some of your guests that have been here before.

Would you like to know how many?

Eleven. Do you know how many dissatisfied customers you had?

None.

Well, then may I ask?

Why you are here?

Well, because my experience tells me that there is no such thing as 11

customers. So I don't know what you did, whether you drugged them, whether you

hypnotized them, or maybe even both.

But I intend to find out.

Thanks.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, from Venice, California, Mr. Truck Sheehy.

Mr. Sheehy will be attempting to lift 570 pounds, a new world's record.

Well, not knowing that this young man has been on our production staff at

America, Mr.

Rourke, owner -operator of the Fantasy Island, has promised to grant his

to become the strongest man in the world.

And, Jay, could you tell us just how long you have been a production

on our staff?

About two years, Christine.

And you have never lifted weights before, is that right? I mean, no less

a weightlifting contest. Is that true?

I'm not exactly the type.

Now let's get back to the weightlifting competition and see what happens.

Okay, cut.

Any problem?

Clean take all the way. All right.

Let's go out and step in front of the stage, all right? And you, good luck.

Thanks. Okay.

And now I must ask you for... absolute silence, please.

All right.

The judges are indicating that Mr.

Sheehy has succeeded in lifting...

570 pounds for a new world record.

Only one contestant stands now between Mr. Sheehy and the championship.

Ladies and gentlemen, here is that final contestant, a virtual unknown from

Chandler, Ohio, Mr. Jay Michaels.

Ladies and gentlemen, you're about to see Fantasy Island Exposed on Expo

America.

In this, his first and final attempt of the day, Mr. Michaels will try to break

the world's record by lifting five pounds more than Mr. Sheehy.

Five, let's make that 50. Let's go for the whole full hilt.

50 pounds for a total of...

620 pounds, ladies and gentlemen. I again must ask you for complete silence,

please. Mr.

Michaels?

What's he doing?

Mr. Michaels, it is customary to chalk your hands first.

The two?

That is, boss.

Thank you.

The judges have confirmed it, ladies and gentlemen. Mr. J. Michaels has lifted a

record -breaking 620 pounds to win the championship.

What the hell are you doing here?

What's the matter? You think I was going to let you win the war all by yourself?

How the hell did you get here?

You mean you never heard of reinforcements?

Right here.

It's taken us two weeks to push a lousy half mile off the beach. We've been cut

off and pinned down on the street for two days.

I've only got eight men left out of a whole company. Do you understand how

dead men that is?

Listen, we're going to get out of here.

You see those men over there in that building?

Yeah. Okay. When I say go, I want you to run as fast as you can and stay with

me.

Mr. Rook, I've seen two plane loads of passengers come and go already, and my

-wife hasn't been on either one of them.

Maybe you can't handle my fantasy.

Patience, Mr. Thomas. Patience, please.

So, you were divorced after 20 years of marriage, and now you feel you've made a

mistake, huh?

I'd do anything to get Connie back.

The trouble is, she moved away the day the divorce was final. I don't know

she is or how she'd feel about reconciliation.

Yours is not an easy fantasy, Mr. Thomas.

Look.

If you can't get my ex -wife and me back together again, why don't you just give

me back my money and we'll forget the whole thing?

I said it would be difficult, not impossible.

Go back to your bungalow, Mr. Thomas, and try to relax.

Your fantasy will be granted.

I promise you.

What if we can make his fantasy work?

We do seem to be having our difficulties, don't we, at all?

Yes. We also have that woman snooping around the island waiting for us to

We got to do something.

Yes, my friend, I quite agree.

I quite agree.

I know this may sound strange to you guys, but the last time we lifted those

barbells, they felt very, very heavy.

And when I sat him down, they nearly went through the floor. Come on, Jay.

know you didn't lift 620 pounds out there.

Hey, now, wait a minute, you guys. They couldn't have switched that barbell on

me. Everybody was watching.

Everybody on that stage was pretending.

This contest was rigged from the beginning to the end.

Yeah, maybe you guys are right.

Oh, I guess I'll be leaving.

Come on, Jay.

I mean, after all, some of these actors that he has walking around here have me

going pretty good, too.

So long, Jay.

Want your usual, Christine?

What?

Your usual.

Oh, no, no. I have a lot of writing to do tonight.

I hope no one saw me come in.

Well, if the word gets back to Rourke, he'll just think I'm interviewing a

dissatisfied customer.

There's no chance you could actually find my ex -wife.

Is there? If the FBI couldn't get a line on her, how could Rourke possibly?

And that's a good thing.

Because that footage we got on Jay doesn't exactly prove Rourke is a fake.

So, if he doesn't come through with my fantasy, we got him.

Correction. When he doesn't come through with your fantasy, we got him.

You guys enjoy yourselves.

I think Janey's a little cheering up.

There's no way a lousy little dirtball like you could have beat me in that

contest. No way!

You know it and I know it.

And very soon those judges better know it. Catch on!

Hey! Hey, you stop that. Come on now, you put him down.

Put him down.

You all right?

Yeah.

You all right?

Yeah. You know, he thinks I cheated. He thinks I rigged the contract. He doesn't

think anything. He does exactly what Rourke tells him to do at all times.

Yeah? Yeah.

You sure about that? I'm positive about that.

Then, uh, what about her?

Wait a minute. That can't be.

That's Connie.

That's Frank.

I know that look, Ken.

What's bothering you besides the whole war?

I've seen so many good men killed in the past few days, Jack.

I knew almost all of them.

Every time I gave an order, I knew some of those men would die and there wasn't

a damn thing I could do to stop it.

But they're soldiers.

They know that.

Oh, little brother.

If that only made a difference.

Now I have to worry about you.

About the last thing in the world I needed would be you to be here.

Jack.

I'm still glad to see you.

Even here.

How's Mom holding up?

Mom? Just like always?

You know, Mom, always bragging about you to whoever will lend an ear.

Back in Stafford, Kansas, you're a pretty big hero.

Hey, Kenny.

Maybe you will get the help that you need.

Yeah.

Maybe it's a word.

I just have this feeling that none of us are ever going to live to get to the

end of this street.

Or any other street.

Sir.

Yeah. It's the captain.

Overstar, sir.

Do you know what you're asking, sir?

Yes, sir. 1 ,800 hours.

I understand.

The captain says we won't have to make do with the men we have.

Division wants this town for headquarters by tonight.

It's up to us to knock out those machine guns.

How are we going to do that?

Krauts will eat us up.

We'll do as we're ordered, Sergeant.

Like always.

Yes, sir.

The first thing we're going to do is move a little closer.

See that wine shop?

Is that a tank there?

I hope you got a plan in mind, sir.

That's right, Sergeant, I do. But first we're going to move.

Camino, you and Gallery are going to go first, okay?

I say go, you move.

We're going to be able to figure out how you got here today, Jack.

It's some kind of a miracle.

Somehow I know you don't belong here.

Just call it fate.

You just call it whatever you want.

But you don't move a muscle. You just stay right here until we knock out those

two machine gun nests.

I see you, brother.

Here he comes now.

Hi, Frank.

How'd it go? I mean, where's Connie?

If you mean, did we get back together? No chance.

She's getting married again, which changes the terms of our settlement.

out here to talk to me was her lawyer's idea.

Oh, thank God.

I mean, I'm sorry, Frank, but I just found out our boss is going to be here

afternoon.

Walter Moreland?

Yes.

I think he found out how over budget I am on this show.

Up till now, I didn't think I had a show. Thanks, Frank.

Come on, sit down.

Then we'll get you on camera. I'll get Frosty to set up, and you can tell the

whole world what a fraud Rourke is. Yeah, come on, sit down. I'll get

chair.

You've got two choices.

Either tell those judges you cheated, or go look for a mortician.

Is that guy really an actor?

Oh, yes.

Part of the whole scam.

I warned you. It would be a most dangerous fantasy, Mr. Augustin.

What are you doing here?

Let me just say I had a feeling my presence would be useful.

Besides, I believe that it's a, shall we say, secret part of your fantasy that

you neglected to mention to me.

I don't know what you're talking about. You cannot change the past.

If indeed your brother did commit an act of cowardice, you cannot change that

fact any more than you can change the fact that those men are going to die.

But Ken is my brother.

And he's right over there.

And he is alive.

There's got to be something that... Mr. Rourke?

Mr. Rourke!

You never did listen too good, did you?

Oh, I can't alone.

Oh, you little brat.

I dropped by to see if you would like to come to the party I'm having for my

guests tonight.

Oh, the party. Sounds wonderful.

Would you like to sit down?

Oh, thank you. Please. Here.

Can I get anybody anything?

Oh, no. No, no, thank you very much.

I hear you're getting married in two weeks.

Yes.

Two weeks from today, in fact.

Well,

frankly, I never could quite understand why you and Frank decided to quit.

You seem to be so happy together.

But if this is working out for you, I want you to know I'm very happy for you.

Thank you.

Forgive me for asking, Mrs. Thomas, and please don't feel you have to answer, of

course, but why did you get divorced?

Frank was seeing another woman.

Frank?

He was?

Oh, he tried to tell me it was strictly a business relationship, but I knew

better.

Did you know the other woman?

Look, I'd...

I'd really rather not talk about this. In fact, Mr. Rourke, I think that my

coming to your party is not a very good idea.

No, wait a minute.

Look, if you're worried about running into Frank, don't be.

Why don't you just think about the wedding coming up in two weeks and come

have a good time.

I know I'm going to have a good time because I love farewell parties.

We're going to divide into two squads, Sergeant. You take one, I take the

Yes, sir.

Your job's going to be to get the Germans' attention and keep it.

As soon as you start firing, we'll try and move in close and hit them with

grenades. Yes, sir.

Um... Excuse me for saying so, sir.

But all your plan is going to do is get us all killed.

The Germans are waiting on us out there.

I wish I knew a better way, but I don't.

So for exactly 1 ,800 hours, you begin your diversion, Sergeant, as ordered.

Yes, sir.

Anderson, you, you, you go with Galloway.

Cimino and you other two, you go with me.

You got 30 minutes.

Well, let's get ready.

America?

Red, white, and blue all the way, sweetheart.

I've come to liberate you.

No, it's okay.

Shh, keep quiet.

Keep it nice and friendly.

Calloway's right, you know.

They are out there waiting for us.

They'll probably get us just like they got all the others.

I just hope I have the guts to do what I have to do out there.

What's the

matter, huh?

Just hold it!

We lived through this thing. You can tell all about it at your court

Speak the lady's language or go over there and apologize to her for Uncle

Tell her she hides out tonight.

Italian ought to be here by then. She'll be safe.

Yes, sir.

Ten minutes, Sergeant.

Well, I had this microphone open, you see, and he didn't know I had it open.

you can imagine.

Excuse me for interrupting. Hello, Mrs. Thomas. Hi, Jay.

Walter Moreland is here.

Oh, all right.

Walter Moreland, that's my boss.

You don't mind if he comes to the party tonight, do you? I'd be delighted.

Well, good.

Then he can watch me wrap up my story on you in person.

Jay, grab a chair. Sit down.

He's going to kill me. He knows I didn't tell the judges.

Why didn't you?

Because it's the only contest I ever won. And I won that contest fair and

square. I was going to give this later to you as a souvenir, but perhaps you'd

better use it instead.

It's not all bad here. Yes.

Very nice.

That was nothing.

It really wasn't anything at all.

As soon as Galloway and his men start firing, we go.

Get as close as you can to that building. If we get lucky, we may hit

supply and blow up the whole damn thing.

I hope you guys played a lot of baseball.

What the hell, they're keeping him.

I'm getting out of here.

I'm staying alive.

Better yet, we all go.

That way nobody talks.

It's up to us now.

You have seen the truth as it really happened, Mr. Overstar.

And now it's over.

But Kenny was killed in action. He was a war hero. At least let me get some

proof. Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Overstar, but I... Please.

Don't you see? If I can get Kenny's dog tags, then I can prove the remains they

found in those ruins were really his.

Then they'll have to do something.

They'll have to investigate.

All right.

Two minutes.

Kenny?

Peter A. Galloway?

It was so simple.

All these years, he just switched tags.

Oh, Kenny.

This is all very lovely, Mr. Rourke, but I'm still going to nail you.

As far as Frank Thomas is concerned, you struck out.

The reason I haven't been able to bring him and his ex -wife back together is

because I need help.

Your help.

My help?

Well, the woman Mrs. Thomas thinks her husband is seeing is you.

Me?

Well, from the way Mrs. Thomas acted in your bungalow, I thought it was quite

obvious.

Me?

Mr. Rourke?

Yes, sir.

Walter Moreland.

News director, UBS Network.

Oh, how do you do, sir?

So, you're the man that makes fantasies come true.

Well, it looks as though Exposé America is about to bring your operation to a

well -deserved end.

Right, Christine?

Wrong. Come with me, Frank.

Why don't you consider having your honeymoon here?

Connie, I swear to you, I never so much as kissed Frank or wanted to,

let alone have an affair with him.

So now if that is the reason why you two had a divorce, I mean, you've got to

tell me, because if it was, my God, that was really stupid.

Now, Christine, what was I to think?

I mean, he came home late just about every single night.

Because he is the most dedicated, hard -working tape editor I have ever been

blessed with in my life.

Believe me.

Frank.

Do you realize what they're doing?

Mm -hmm.

Reconciling.

Do you further realize you spent almost $100 ,000 proving that Fantasy Island is

legitimate?

Yeah, well, these things happen.

Not in our network, they don't.

Christine, you're fired.

I couldn't help but overhear.

Not only did you make Frank's fantasy come true, but you used me to do it. I'm

terribly sorry.

I suppose now you're going to ask me to dance.

What a lovely idea, shall we?

Only if you tell me your secret.

Will you excuse the two?

Yes, but not him.

And don't try to tell me that you don't have any secrets.

Because I have spent 15 years proving that when something sounds too good to

true, ten times out of ten it isn't true.

No matter how much I want to believe it. Ah, so your real fantasy would be to

prove that Fantasy Island isn't a fraud, huh?

I suppose so.

Well, look around, Miss Connolly.

Isn't that precisely what you've done?

I guess so.

All I wanted was some proof, Mr. Rourke. All I found was the truth. Somehow that

just isn't enough.

Fate works in strange ways, Mr. Overstar. This news report says that a

serving a life sentence for criminal activities died yesterday in France.

Yeah. So what are you driving at, Rourke?

A routine fingerprint check has revealed the true identity of the prisoner to be

Peter A.

Galloway.

Long presumed dead in heroic military action near Anzio in 1944.

He had apparently assumed the identity of the real hero.

Lieutenant Ken Augustar.

The United States government has ordered a full investigation.

Thank you, Mr. Roark.

Thank you for both of us.

Yes, sir.

Goodbye, Tattoo. Good luck.

Well, I guess this is goodbye.

Does that mean you're not going to grill me on national TV anymore?

Grill you on TV? Do you want her to tattoo?

No. But when I told my aunt I was going to be on TV, she bought a video

recorder. Well, I'll tell you what.

You give your aunt's name and address to Frosty, and I will cut together all of

the footage I made of you and transfer it to a cassette, and we'll send it to

your aunt. Then you can be on her television set.

Great. Fantastic.

I'm terribly sorry about your job.

No, don't be.

You know, this whole thing has made me realize how cynical I have become.

And I hate cynics.

Listen, you're not going to forget about me too soon, are you?

There's no danger of that.

Goodbye, Pastor.

Goodbye. Thank you very much.

Goodbye, Frosty. Bye -bye.

Cheer up.

I told him to send your aunt because it's you.