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Good morning, Mr. Brock. Good morning, Lawrence.

Stop.

Are you surprised to see me?

Oh, yes, Naya, very surprised.

What brings you back to Fantasy Island after all these years?

I'm a thousand years old, Rourke. I'm tired of being immortal.

I'm tired of falling in love with sailors. I'm tired of luring them to

death. I'm bored, Rourke.

And my fantasy is to end it all.

I want out.

Oh, Naya, Naya, I can't possibly grant you such a fantasy.

You have to. You're the only one who knows how to end immortality. No.

Rourke, please, help me die.

Naya, the answer is no.

How dare you refuse the wish of the most royal princess of the seven seas and

daughter of Neptune.

You'll regret this, Rourke. I promise you, Fantasy Island will never be the

when I'm through with it.

Miles, everyone.

Miles.

Mitchell Robinson.

He's every bit the efficient banker, but why does he look so furtive, sir?

Because until recently, Mr. Robinson was quite happy on securing his job. Now,

suddenly, he finds himself facing a very early retirement.

Retirement? Yes.

But he's such a young man. I know.

What possible reason could his employer have for wanting him to retire?

Progress, Lawrence, progress.

You see, Mr. Robinson may soon be replaced by a computer.

Since his work gives purpose and meaning to his life, the threatened loss of his

job has made him feel obsolete.

His fantasy is to feel a purpose in life once more.

To feel a whole man again.

My dear guest.

I am Mr. Rourke, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

The XB500 can perform many banking functions. Now, let me show you just a

them.

It will receive and credit deposits.

Well, take a good look, Laura. That's the competition.

Cold, calculating... It is quite imposing.

I don't blame it, Robin, for being intimidated.

Miss Hunt is determined to sell the computer to these members of the banking

community, including Mr. Clinton Forbes.

who owns the company that Mr. Robinson works for. Now, over here we have a

portion of the computer, excuse me, which we will unveil tomorrow night.

module can perform even more sophisticated tasks.

With Mr. Rourke's cooperation, I have arranged for the XP -500 to handle all

the banking needs of his guests this weekend.

And tomorrow night, with the help of Mr. Robinson, I would like to demonstrate

how the XP -500 computer can perform all the same functions he does.

Don't worry, Mitch.

No machine could ever replace you.

Better take another look at Mr. Forbes.

I think I've already been replaced.

Mitch? Mitch?

Mitch?

Mitch?

Look, I know this was a bit of a surprise, but why not cooperate?

That's like asking the condemned man to dig his own grave.

You could work with the computer.

You have more information about Pinnacle's clients than we could ever

Rose, I don't want to.

Why? Fight progress. Why not join it?

There could be a place for a man of your talents.

As a matter of fact, why don't we discuss your future at Pinnacle over

tonight? My bungalow?

Thanks, but no thanks. You know what they say.

Three's a crowd.

Three?

You, me, and the computer.

You seem unusually preoccupied today, Lauren.

No doubt. Just overworked.

I think with suffering from a mild hallucinatory symptom.

You, Laurence?

Roar, darling.

You came to see if you changed your mind about my fantasy.

As you can see.

I've learned to trade my beautiful tail for these awkward legs you mortals

insist on wearing.

Yes, apparently you've learned a great deal about magic, Naya, but still very

little about unselfishness or good manners.

Now, Rourke, I promised myself to be above common anger, no matter how

justified. Excuse me, sir.

Yes, Lawrence. If you don't mind, sir, I'll be off to replan the dinner menu.

I'm changing the entree.

I had planned on... Fish.

Fish!

Fish!

Father Neptune, your royal daughter asks that you teach a lesson to he who has

just insulted her. I warn you, Naya.

No!

Seems I've been struck by a wave,

sir.

No doubt an isolated thundershower, Lawrence. Now, why don't you put that

in the pond and change into some dry clothes?

Yes, sir.

What does one do with a thousand -year -old child?

Give her her fantasy, Rourke, and she will first give you ecstasy beyond

imagining.

I'm sorry, Naya.

When I kissed you, you felt nothing.

Oh, I felt a great deal.

I felt a deep green sea closing about me and the cold tentacles of seaweed

pulling me down into dark, icy depths.

If you were the gentleman you pretend to be, you'd forget about my past.

Naya, Naya, why don't you go back to the sea? Go back to your own realm and be

content. Content?

You mean bored?

You refuse my fantasy again.

Now you're really in for it.

Where's Mr. Rourke?

Wait a minute, sir. Just one minute, sir.

It's all right, Lawrence. It's all right.

Something troubling you, Mr. Robinson? I came here to get away from that thing

that's trying to take over my job, and now it's here. The computer is here.

but you haven't been replaced yet, and your stay on Fantasy Island has just

begun.

Mr. Rorty, if I lose my job, I may not be able to afford to stay on Fantasy

Island. And now it looks like I'm going to have to cozy up to that machine in

Charlene Hunt in order to keep it.

A man's life adds up to more than the sum of the tasks he performs.

But I really like my work, and I've helped people, too.

Yes. And you have a loyal and very able assistant in Miss Martin.

Why don't you, as they say, put your head together with hers, Mr. Robinson,

once?

Why didn't I think of that?

Yeah.

Put our heads together.

Oh, I think you need protection there, beautiful.

Don't be ridiculous.

Beautiful.

Are you attracted to me?

Well, let's put it this way. If you had a hoop, I'd jump through it, you know

what I mean?

Hoop? I have no time for stupid games.

I am Naya, princess of the seven seas.

Yeah, well, I'm Sam, your alternative to the average jock.

I like your style, princess.

Good. Then it's settled.

You and I will become lovers.

Well, your plays are mine.

Mine, of course.

I've been

around a while, you know, but I have

never met a woman like you before.

Of course not, or you wouldn't still be here.

Is that a promise or a threat?

of the seven seas.

Then follow me into the waters of paradise.

Follow me, my love.

Yes.

something about Charlene Hunt.

She has big plans, and I want to be prepared for whatever curve she throws

Yeah, like 36 -24 -36.

Oh, I can handle a pass from Charlene Hunt.

It's the computer that worries me.

That's why I need your help.

I'm all yours.

Oh, I knew I could count on you. You've always been so... Steadfast.

And loyal.

And dull.

Laura.

You're special to me.

Working with you, being with you every day, well, it's been terrific.

Really, Mitch?

Because I feel the same way.

For a long time now, working for you has been more than just a job to me.

That's because we're so good together, you and me.

And maybe, maybe together we can just beat this thing. What do you think?

Okay.

Let's go do it.

There is no way I can thank you enough, Mr. McCall, for saving a man's life on

my island.

I just happened to be closest when the guy went under, Mr. Rourke. You're too

modest.

What puzzles me is what happened to the beautiful lady. I mean, one minute she

was there, the next minute she was gone.

I was afraid she drowned.

Oh, I feel there's a small chance of that, Mr. McCall.

A very small chance. I'm sure the lady will turn up.

Well, I appreciate your nice words, Mr. Roark, but I'm leaving today, so... Your

fantasy, if I recall correctly, was to go back to the sea and dive once more.

Yeah.

I've spent most of my life on the sea or under it.

Diving professionally off ships, like a stoves.

I had an accident and nearly died from a case of the bends.

And to deep dive again would mean your death.

That's it.

I know you can't perform the kind of miracle I need, Mr. Rourke.

No wonder you stalled me off.

Delay your departure.

One more day, Mr. McCall.

And don't give up hope.

Not quite yet.

Please excuse me.

How did you know I'd be here, Rourke? Oh, it wasn't too difficult.

This happens to be our only unoccupied bungalow.

Are you angry?

That you tried to drown one of my guests?

Angry? Oh, no. Why should I be angry?

I wasn't really going to let him drown, Rourke.

That was to teach you a lesson.

I'd have said to myself that silly mortal hadn't interfered.

Of course.

What are you going to do?

Face reality, I suppose.

Face up to the fact that your wrinkle powers are simply beyond my ability to

control.

After all, you are Naya, daughter of Neptune, princess of the salty realm.

That is true.

And so I decided to help you after all.

You mean you're going to give me my fantasy?

I promise to help you to the utmost of my ability.

Oh, Rourke, I knew you'd see it my way.

And I promise no more tricks on your death.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

You agree, of course, that my decision is irrevocable. Of course.

Imagine.

No more boredom, no more sailors.

The end of Naya.

Peace.

Is something wrong?

Do I have time to go down to the sea to say farewell?

Before... You know, before it happens.

I believe I can spare you enough time for that. Yes.

Thank you.

Until later, Naya.

Until later.

For tonight's demonstration, I'll need

Mr. Robinson's help.

Or at least his cooperation.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'll show you how to cut expenses and increase efficiency.

Well, if you deliver on that, you've got my vote.

Thank you.

Now, I have here some loan applications.

Let's start with Mr.

O .B. Rockhold, who wants $20 ,000 to expand his cabinet -making business.

I have a copy. Miss Martin and I have already processed it.

Without any errors, I might add. Well, then you won't mind the XB -500 double

-checking it.

Not at all.

I can assure you, Miss Martin, I have processed this thoroughly, and, well, I

happen to know Mr.

Rockhold. He's a fine gentleman. We've done business in the past.

It seems our Mr. Robinson has the queen in check. Not so fast.

Miss Hunt has yet to make her move.

Ah, the XB -500 has rejected the application which you approved.

On what basis?

On the basis of the data.

Six months ago, Mr. Rockhold missed a series of house payments and was almost

foreclosed. It's all here. His daughter underwent an operation and, uh, well, he

extended credit to a friend who was in trouble.

Nevertheless, this credit history makes him a bad risk.

The tables have turned.

Now our friend Mr. Robinson is in check and in trouble. I can assure you that

Mr. Rockhold is a dependable, reliable, hardworking man.

Mr. Forbes, banking is a business of dollars and cents.

And that's all the computer cares about.

And furthermore, ladies and gentlemen, it won't ask for raises or demand more

vacation time or bring its personal problems to the office.

I'll pay the check.

One minute.

That's what you want.

Yes, I mean... Mr. Rourke.

Excuse me.

Mr. McCall, you've become quite a hero on the island.

Yes, your daring rescue is on every lip, sir.

Particularly female lips.

Speaking of females, that's who I wanted to speak to, Mr. Rourke.

Did you ever find out who that fantastic woman is?

The one who was with the man I pulled out. Fantastic is the word. Oh, you mean

Naya? Yes, she's an old... old acquaintance of mine.

I know this may sound stupid, but... There's something very special about

can't seem to get her out of my mind.

Do you think you could arrange for me to meet her? Oh, you wouldn't want to do

that, sir.

Why not?

Because she's a... She has a very bad temper, among her other negative

qualities.

I'm sure Mr.

McCaw appreciates your sincere concern for his happiness, Lawrence, but I am

also sure you have other duties to attend to.

Now.

Yes, sir.

Good day, sir.

As you have already discerned, Naya is a female of unusual and striking

personality.

As a matter of fact, I happen to know that Naya is, at this very moment,

strolling along the beach, which you will find if you follow that pathway

there.

I think you'll find she loves the sea as much as you do.

In any case, I'm sure a man of your character will have no difficulty

introducing himself.

I think I can handle that. Thank you, Mr. Rourke. You're very welcome.

I'm Duke McCall.

Oh, yes.

The man who rescues mortals in distress.

I understand we share a common love.

What could that possibly be, Duke McCall?

The sea.

What do you know of the sea?

I've been a deep sea diver all my life.

I've spent more time under the water than I have on the land.

I've explored the drowned cities of the Caribbean.

Set depth records in the Mindanao Trench.

Swam with the manatees off Florida.

I've done it all.

Have you seen the canyons of the Atlantic floor?

I helped map them.

And the swirling waters of the Dardanelles?

Naya, when I was young and reckless, I swam them.

So did I.

All these places I, too, have been many times.

You must be one heck of a swimmer. Oh, the very best, of course.

You know, there aren't many of us that know the magic world under those waves

out there.

Which may be all for the good.

Because they come to that moment when you know you'll never see it again.

That moment seems something very, very special.

You know that feeling?

I'm sorry to be such a downer.

Kiss me, Duke McCall.

Too late.

Naya.

Naya, come back.

I... I don't get it, Mr. Roar. Trying to destroy the computer?

Why would Laura pull a stunt like that?

Good shot.

Thank you.

How well do you know Miss Martin?

Oh, we've worked closely for the past three years, and you get to know a

working side by side, day after day.

So you're more than just co -workers.

I guess you could say we're friends.

Yes, if that's what you're getting at. You are surprised by her behavior

you know her to be a conscientious, trustworthy employee who would never

such an irrational act to merely save her own job.

Exactly.

But what if she acted not to protect herself, but out of respect and loyalty

for someone she cares deeply about?

Someone who himself is threatened by that computer.

Are you saying he did it for me?

Out of love for you, yes.

Thank you, Mr. Ward. I've got some business to attend to.

Some very personal business.

Yes, sir.

How dare you undo my magic?

I need those disgusting things you call legs.

And I refuse to be wheeled about like an infant.

When you promise to stop soaking Lawrence with your petulant waves, then

consider restoring your legs. That's not fair!

Rourke, you know I have only a few hours left.

Perhaps only a few minutes.

And then Naya, princess of the seven seas, will be no more.

You'll be sorry you made her last moments so unhappy.

Oh, bravo, Naya, bravo.

Oh, what an actress you would have made.

I command you obey my orders.

Give me legs.

Enjoy yourself, Smith.

You see, I can still cause you plenty of trouble.

Where are you taking me?

Oh, I thought you might enjoy one last look at the beauty of Fantasy Island.

As an invalid?

Oh, Rourke.

Rourke!

Get me out of here.

Why? Ah, Mr. McCall.

Rourke, Naya.

What happened?

Well, you see... Well, I twisted my ankle.

Yes, but it must be more serious than that.

I'm in a wheelchair.

It's a spray.

But I was feeling a little faint, and Mr.

Rourke insisted.

Yes, that much is certainly correct.

Well, I'm sure you won't mind taking over as chauffeur for a while. I do have

other things to do.

I'd be delighted.

No, Mr. Rourke!

I am served by drank.

But why did you walk out on me? I don't want to talk about it.

All right.

Would you stop wheeling me about in this infant buggy?

Nigel.

What did you want?

You didn't call.

You're strange.

Duke, no good.

I can't explain.

Please, just take me back to my bum.

Please.

We have to talk.

There's nothing to say.

I can't explain why I did what I did.

Well, I'm not asking you to.

I really should go and pack.

I have to leave and go back to reality and face music.

We'll face it together.

There's no reason for you to get involved, Mitch.

I think there is.

Every reason in the world.

Oh, Mitch.

I'm sorry I made such a mess of things.

No, no, no. I'm the one that's sorry.

I'm sorry for all the time I've wasted we could have spent together.

And I don't mean in a bank vault.

I was so into my work, I didn't have time for what I was feeling.

But I do now.

I'm glad, but there's no way to undo what I did.

You did get in a few good whacks, didn't you?

What I think of you banging away at Charlene Hunt's pride and joy.

Yeah, but I don't think Vera Corp or Charlene Hunt sound very amusing.

Well, you just let me worry about that.

No, Mitch.

There's no reason to get involved, and it won't look good to Mr. Forbes. Hey,

you wouldn't be in this mess if it weren't for me.

So I'm going to get you out of here.

See what Rourke has done.

Making me fall in love at a time like this is his revenge.

Just because I played a little trick or two on him.

I'm positive he wouldn't do a thing like that, madam.

Unless, of course, you say so.

I do say so.

Rourke knows how badly I want to end it all.

He's mocking me.

Do you know that I've picked fights with killer whales?

I swam head on into the love boat just to end my immortality. And nothing

worked. I can imagine you being very difficult to defeat, madam.

I thought, of all people, Rourke will be sympathetic.

Rourke will understand.

Does all this imply that Duke McCaw is the object of your passion?

Of course, that's what I'm saying.

To make me fall in love at a time like this, the day I'm entering my mortality,

is like... snatching a wonderful feast from the mouth of an innocent baby

Are you saying you want to change your fantasy, Naya?

Oh, there you are, sir.

Miss Naya was just confiding her dilemma to me, one which I will always

treasure, madam, and one which I know you will be delighted to solve for her,

sir.

Now, I must be about my duty.

What, Naya?

Is it possible to change my fantasy? Oh, anything is possible.

I could make this love affair last.

I really could, Rourke.

He is a mortal, Vanaya.

But the love I feel for Duke McCaw is different. I swear it. You know the

as well as I do.

But it would be so wonderful.

For how long?

For your maximum limit, which was, um, what?

43 minutes.

Is that the fate you want for Mr. McCall?

No.

I truly am in love this time, Rourke.

No.

It's better.

Better I should die than Duke McCall.

What a pleasant surprise.

Come in. I came here to talk to you about that offer you made me.

My help in exchange for some kind of secure position at the bank, once it's

fully automated.

The offer still stands?

Good.

Because I'm here to take you up on it.

Oh, Mitch.

Well, shall we consummate the deal?

Maybe we'd better talk about the terms.

Why waste time talking? It's simple.

You have something the machine doesn't. You've got your years of experience

dealing face -to -face with Pinnacle customers.

Right.

And in return for my feeding all I know into the computer, you drop all the

charges against Miss Martin.

Okay?

She was never part of the deal.

She is now.

History, of course, is important in determining whether or not to make a

but past difficulties should not automatically rule out every applicant.

Are you getting it all, Laura?

Sure.

But aren't we just helping Charlene tighten the noose around your neck?

Trust me.

Okay.

But most important of all are the intangibles.

Those little things you notice about a man or woman who comes to a bank needing

a loan.

He seems to be having a problem.

Good. Now, there are more important things than just dollars and cents.

Body language is extremely important.

Sure.

The way he looks you in the eye.

Or in your case, the camera lens.

You have to get a gut feeling about a guy's integrity.

I don't think it understands gut feeling.

That's tough.

It's going to be making decisions affecting millions of people's lives.

to learn about people.

What's really important is an applicant's grit and gumption.

That extra something you need to go the distance, even though the odds on paper

are against you.

Well, that completes the computer reprogramming.

Rourke, are you telling me that Naya's actually a mermaid?

I am telling you precisely that, Mr. McCormick.

Do you believe me?

I was diving alone at the Galapagos one time, Mr. Rourke.

At 60 feet, I heard this strange, eerie singing, sweet and unearthly, full of

unspoken promise.

Do you believe me?

Yes, I do.

Another time I was diving a wreck off of Channel Islands in California.

As I swam toward an open hatchway, for an instant, just an instant, I saw a

woman's face stream there, smiling at me.

And it was gone.

What are you telling me, Mr. McCall?

That I believe.

My life's prepared me to believe.

It explains so much about Naya.

The things she said she did in the sea.

Things no mortal woman could have done.

That strange allure.

You know that for a mortal man to love a mermaid, that

strange feminine essence of the sea means to die.

Then your legends are true.

Yes. But Naya truly loves you, Mr. McCall.

She has chosen to end her immortality.

Yes, to die herself, rather than bring that fate to you.

She told you this?

She did.

And now I have a question for you, Mr. McCall.

Is your love strong enough? Are you willing to do the same for her?

Die yourself?

To save her life.

Ladies and gentlemen, could I have your attention, please?

Ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen, it's a very great pleasure indeed for me to introduce you

to the machine that is going to revolutionize banking.

I give you Veracorp's automatic loan processing module.

This

machine

can accept a written loan application and immediately compute the bottom line.

The bottom line?

Perhaps we could put it to a test with this loan application?

Nothing I'd like better. Good.

All right.

This module will now demonstrate its ability to accept or reject a loan

application.

Thank you. Enter number, please.

826280. State transaction.

Loan application.

Processing.

Accepted. Retected.

Error. Does not compute.

Does not compute?

You have to compute.

What's going on here?

Do something.

Somebody do something.

Money makes animals out of perfectly normal people.

Of course, I had intended to turn this in at the first opportunity, sir. I

never doubt that, Lawrence.

Not for a moment.

Mr. Rourke, what could have happened?

Well, I'm afraid your computer has suffered a nervous breakdown.

The simple fact is, you're asking this machine to do the impossible.

What is this?

A conspiracy to make me and the XB -500 look bad?

Quite frankly, Miss Hunt, I did ask Mr. Forbes to help me in conducting a little

experiment. What kind of experiment?

Machine versus man.

Earlier I had Mr. Robinson look at that loan application, and you approved it,

correct? Yes.

That still doesn't prove a thing, Mr. Rourke.

Just because Mitch okayed this loan doesn't mean the module is wrong about

George Grothers being a bad risk.

Except for one thing, Miss Hunt.

We changed the name on the loan application for this experiment.

It so happens that it's my loan application, the very same one that I

years ago to get the money to start my business.

You mean George Carruthers is really you, Mr. Forbes?

That's right.

I knew you could beat that machine.

So you see, Miss Hunt, if Mr. Forbes had to rely on the XB500 for his loan...

there may never have been a pinnacle savings and loan to whom you could sell

Well, so much for all the work I've put into this great big nothing.

Not so.

I still intend to buy this from my bank.

You do?

Of course.

It's a marvelous tool, and it's also a great time saver.

Mitch, how about you and I finding a quiet place and discuss your brilliant

future with the bank?

Would you care to join us, miss?

So how will my ending happen?

You will enter the water here, swim out to sea, Naya, and then...

At least it'll happen out there.

How can I ever thank you for arranging things?

A last favor for an old friend.

How could I refuse?

We've had some good times, haven't we, Rourke?

I see we're on time, sir.

Perfect, Lawrence.

Goodbye, Duke.

Have you made your decision, Mr. McCall?

Yes, I have.

Lawrence? Mr. McCall?

Sir, do something.

I have, Lawrence.

I have.

I suppose she'll spend the next 500 years spawning little mer -babies.

Yes. And for both our sakes, Lawrence, let's hope they all take after their

father. Amen, sir.

Amen.

This weekend was everything you said.

And more.

Then you feel like a useful human being again, Mr. Robinson.

Oh, more than that, Mr. Rourke.

I feel loved.

Thank you.

You're very welcome. Goodbye, Mr. Robinson. Lawrence. Sir. Martin.

Love is indeed wonderful, sir. Oh, yes.

But it's so hard to find that special someone.

I think I may have the solution.

A foolproof way to find your perfect mate.

I'm all ears. A computer dating service.

Come to think of it, looking is half the fun.

Make that possibly all the fun.