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Smiles, everyone, smiles.

Boss, who is that dude with the chains?

His name is Mr. Holly Ryan.

He's a small -time bookie, and he comes to us from New York City.

What's his fantasy?

Well, it's very simple, really. Mr. Ryan is being stalked by a desperate man who

intends to murder him.

Murder him?

You mean kill?

Dead? Yes, kill.

Dead.

Quite naturally, Mr. Ryan's fantasy is to avoid that eventuality.

Isn't that Miss Donna Mae Calloway?

Don't worry, boss.

I guarantee you this is going to be our best fantasy ever.

But, Atu, you must know that her aunt, Miss Ellie Simpson, has requested this

fantasy for her twice before, and I turned them down.

I know, boss, but give her a chance.

Don't be mad.

Don't be mad when I see that she also brought that aunt of hers with her?

They're very close.

Of that I am well aware.

Aunt Ellie has been preparing her niece for the musical career she was never

able to achieve for herself.

They have been many years of lessons and practice. Guitar, piano, musical

composition, voice.

That's why her fantasy is going to be a cinch. Oh, yes.

Yes, she merely wishes to be a country and western music star. A cinch.

She is lovely.

to look at. She may even have ability.

But what if she doesn't have sufficient talent?

Boss, this is Fantasy Island.

Leave everything to me.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Well,

Mr. Ryan, I see you've already made a new acquaintance. Good.

Good as ride.

But Holly and me are nothing new, Mr. Rourke. Yeah, you better believe it. Me

and Mona go back a long way and a lot of heartaches.

Well, Mr. Ryan, are you ready to begin your fantasy?

I wanted to talk to you about that, Mr. Rourke. You see, I won't be needing your

fantasy.

Fact is, Mona asked me to stay on board her yacht.

Oh, well, that's extremely generous of Mr.

Rourke. But I'm afraid it's out of the question. You see, I've already made

certain plans in your behalf.

Well, I want to change them.

But, Mr.

Ryan, you're the one who told me that Spider Sloat was trying to kill you.

What? Hey, Holly, spill that out for me. Don't worry about it, Mona. Now, just

don't worry about it. You see, Mr. Lohr, Mr. Ryan saw Mr.

Sloat commit first -degree murder, and the New York grand jury needs his

eyewitness testimony for an indictment next week. It's your civic duty to go

back and testify, Mr. Ryan.

Are you kidding?

My fantasy is to stay alive. You don't do that by testifying against Spider

Sloat.

Listen, Mr. Rourke, if Spider was to come snooping around my yacht, all we'd

have to do is just up anchor and just head out.

That's my girl.

I'm going to stay with Mona.

Sorry.

How sorry you are, Mr. Ryan.

Perhaps still remains to be seen.

Will you excuse me?

Oh, Tattoo, Mr. Rock, won't you please come in?

Thank you, Miss Simpson.

Oh, Donna Mae's going to be thrilled.

She's so excited, she can hardly remember her own name.

That's all right. I remember my name. I remember.

Oh, Tattoo, I can't believe I'm really here.

And I owe it all to you.

Oh, and you too, Mr. Rock. I promise I won't let you down.

Let us down?

My audition was the first and foremost star maker in country music, Colonel

Sutton of Riverboat Records.

An impossible man to see back home. I tried to get an appointment for Donna

for six months, but I never could even get past his receptionist.

But Tattoo arranged it just like that.

You know, you are purely amazing.

Yes, he purely is. I was under the impression that Colonel Sutton came to

Island to produce a record album in complete solitude.

He specifically requested that he not be disturbed, but it appears that the two

persuaded him to make an exception. That's remarkable.

A piece of cake, boss.

Tell me, why don't you know it and get your music? The colonel is expecting us.

Oh, so soon? I can't believe it. Oh, my. Well, we can't go looking like a

farmhand. You gentlemen have to excuse us while we get dressed.

Certainly, Miss Simpson.

I can't thank you gentlemen enough.

Let's see that dress.

Oh, yes.

Oh, that'll make the Colonel sit up and take notice.

No. No, let's wear the new one. You know, the one with all the sequins on

cost a mint, but we've waited a long time for this opportunity, and we can't

afford to miss a trick. We surely can't.

I gotta tell you something.

You really run yourself a class operation here.

You ain't seen nothing yet.

Name your poison.

Always the same.

Bourbon and milk.

You got it.

Hey, girls, why don't you go powder your noses?

I'd like to talk to my old flame.

Let me help you.

Come back.

Terrific, Mona.

Terrific.

Don't worry, Holly.

You'll get a chance to meet them later.

Your old ulcer's giving you a fit.

Yeah, you know, ever since I had that run -in with Machine Gun Kelly in

Chicago... Oh, come on, Holly. This is Mona. No name -dropping.

You never came within 30 years of ever meeting Machine Gun Kelly, Al Capone, or

any of those other biggies.

All right, so I exaggerate a little bit. It's good for the old reputation.

I wouldn't worry about your reputation anymore, Holly.

Spider.

Mona, you set me up. I thought we had something going.

Now look, Spider, all this isn't necessary. You know me better than that.

never intended to testify. I wouldn't do that to you, Spider.

You're right, Holly.

Knowing you, I believe you wouldn't testify.

But I can't take any chances.

I'm not going to go through life with a noose around my neck and you holding the

other end. Now, hold on, Spider.

How about you just put me on ice until after the grand jury?

Sorry.

Where is he?

have some company.

Well,

Tattoo, you sure are punctual.

Now then, which one of these pretty little ladies is the giant talent you

telling me about?

Oh, no, it's my niece, Donamé Calloway. I'm her aunt, Ellie Simpson.

And you better believe this child's been making music ever since she's old

enough to crawl.

Now, Aunt Ellie, Colonel Sutton does not need to know my life's history.

His opinion of me is going to be formed strictly by what he thinks of my music.

Mm -hmm.

You say it blunt, but you say it right, Miss Galloway.

Well, um, whenever you're ready.

Now, the boys would be happy to back you up if you like.

I don't know where to start.

Don't worry, honey.

Whatever you play, you will be terrific.

She's fantastic.

Well, this here's a little song I just wrote down yesterday, and I hope you all

like it.

And it don't matter if you're short or if you're tall

Just keep your head high

Love will come a -knockin' at your door Once more Love will come a -knockin' at

your door Into each light a little rain must fall

And it don't matter if you're big or if you're small

Just keep your head high Don't stop to wonder why

Cause love will come a -knockin' at your door

Same old story again.

He told me he loved me and ran off with my

best friend.

Yes, he ran.

I really enjoyed hearing you, Donna Mae.

You got some real good ideas.

But it takes a lot of effort and more than a little luck to put those ideas

across. Now, if you just keep working at it and don't get discouraged, well,

I'm... Don't get discouraged?

What about a contract?

To be a star, she needs a recording contract.

Uh, just a might premature tattoo.

But I'd be more than happy... Happy to listen to Donna Mae again, maybe in a

year or so.

Give her a chance to develop her skills.

A year?

But Colonel... Oh, and Ellie.

Take five, boys.

I'm sorry, Tattoo. I didn't mean to hurt her feelings, but...

I don't think she's got it.

I didn't want to say it to her, but that's how it is.

I think you are wrong. I think she's fabulous.

She's so sweet and so beautiful.

Look, if she really has a career in the music business, nothing anybody can say

is going to stop her.

Besides, who knows?

If she keeps working at it, she might just turn out fine.

Maybe.

Miss Parkins. Oh, children, our prayers have been answered.

How do you feel, Mr. Ryan?

Waterlogged. Well, that's not surprising, considering that the

fished you out of the ocean.

Oh, yeah, now I remember.

How do you know my name?

We found it in your wallet.

Listen, move, kid.

Listen, you didn't see some pasty -faced guy in a big hulk around here, did you?

No. Oh, good.

Look, sister, I've got to talk to you in private.

The name is not sister. It's Emily Parkins. Miss Emily Parkins. Yeah.

All right, children. Go off to do your chores.

I'm sure

glad you didn't die, Mr. Ryan.

I prayed a real special prayer for you.

Oh, yeah, well, thanks, kid.

My name is Amy.

Yeah, well, thanks, Amy.

Okay, Amy, run along.

Cute kid.

Yes, you said you wanted to speak in private.

Yeah, uh...

Let me ask you something first.

What kind of joint is this, anyway?

Oh, it's a Christian missionary home for orphans.

That's perfect.

Look, I got a real problem.

What I'm trying to say is I need a good place to hide.

Mr. Ryan, if you're being sought by the police... Oh, no, not the bulls.

Just the opposite.

See, this guy's trying to rub me out because I can identify him to the law.

How about it, sister?

How about it, Miss Parkins? I mean, ain't there something in the good book

says you can take me in because I'm a stranger?

Well, yes, Mr. Ryan, there is.

Then I can stay? That would be the answer to my prayers.

Well...

It might be the answer to my prayers, too. You see, we desperately need a

handyman.

All right.

But you will have to earn your keep, and you must abide by the rules.

Oh, yeah, sure.

I'll do whatever you say.

I'll be a regular saint.

What a beautiful ending to a budding career.

Now, you just stop saying that.

You may have lost the battle, honey, but you're not about to lose the war.

Mr. Rourke will bring Colonel Sutton around.

Really? And who is going to put Mr. Rourke on my side?

In case you haven't noticed, he politely bowed out of my fantasy.

I keep telling you, Tattoo will convince him.

That little guy's crazy about you, sugar.

I know.

You've been so kind to me.

But, Aunt Ellie, I don't like to take advantage of him.

If you're going to be a star, you've got to get those ideas right out of your

head. Now, there's not a man alive that won't take advantage of a woman to get

what he wants.

And unless you're prepared to look out for yourself, you're never going to get

discovered.

Like me.

Here he come.

Now, you think pretty and be strong.

Hey, Tattoo. Hi.

I'm real sorry I let you down.

Oh, you couldn't let me down. It was my fault.

No, it wasn't. You were wonderful.

And I guess too nice to realize the real reason why Colonel Sutton didn't like

me.

I don't understand.

Well, it was because Donna Mae wouldn't play ball, if you get my meaning.

Not in so many words, but a girl can sense what's on a man's mind.

The dirty bum.

The dirty bum.

Look, Don Amé, it's my fault. I didn't deliver your fantasy.

But you will, Tattoo. I just know you will.

Why, you're so smart and so clever.

And I know you couldn't stand to see Don Amé's heart broken.

I'll just bet you got lots of tricks up your sleeve.

I do?

Yes, I do.

Don't worry, Donami.

I will think of something.

Did you spy?

Did I?

No, nothing, boss.

Nobody's seen Holly.

Somebody had to. Even if he drowned, his body would have washed ashore.

Well, not if the sharks got him.

Gotta be sure, Mona. I can't take any chances.

Tomorrow we start a new search. Every inch of the island.

You can get this old rattle trap running again, Mr. Ryan. I'll know you're a

gift from heaven.

Here are the tools.

Oh, you're really in luck. I used to tinker with these things all the time.

Mr. Ryan, for whatever it's worth, I'm very glad you're here.

Excuse me, I'll leave you to it.

Okay, here we go now.

I roll.

It's a five and a one.

What does that mean? That's a six.

All right, that means I have to roll another six before I crap out, okay? Now

can do it any way. I can roll three and three, four and two, or five and one,

okay? Here we go.

Six, it's a winner!

All right, who else wants to try?

Mr.

Ryan.

Uh -oh.

Oh, uh... Hi, Miss Parkins. I was just teaching the children the evils of

gambling.

Children, I would like you all to go to bed now. Mr.

Ryan and I have something to discuss.

Come on.

Good night, Mr.

Ryan. Good night, kid.

See ya.

Judge not according to appearance.

That's from the Bible.

What you sow, you also reap.

That, too, is from the Bible.

I am afraid you have reaped a less than bountiful harvest here, Mr. Ryan.

Teaching children to gamble, you ought to be ashamed.

We weren't really gambling.

Only because I happened on the scene of the crime prematurely, no doubt.

I had hoped to speak to you tonight on a much friendlier level.

The truth is, this orphanage needs a full -time handyman, and I had favorably

considered offering you the job.

But in view of what has transpired here, I cannot in good conscience extend you

the offer.

Well, thanks for considering me, but I'm not in the market for a full -time job.

Perhaps it's just as well.

You will be allowed to remain here until the garbage scow, the Adelita, pulls in

later this week.

But not one moment longer.

Well, if you will excuse me, I have to put the children to bed.

Hey.

I'm sorry.

No. No, Mr. Ryan, it is I who am sorry.

You see, the orphanage has long needed a man.

There are certain things that a woman just can't do.

I hope that you were the answer to our prayers.

One and two and three and four and straighten

your leg more.

One, two, and three.

Oh, hello, Mr. Rourke. Do come in. Thank you, Miss Simpson.

Miss Calloway, forgive me for interrupting, but could we talk a bit?

Anything to get out of exercising.

Staying in shape for show business has got me plumb wore out.

Yes, I realize you must expend a great deal of energy to achieve certain goals.

I just hope you're not using tattoo for the same purpose.

Why, Mr. Rourke, are you insinuating that tattoo's infatuated with Donna May?

Oh, I think you are already aware of that, Miss Simpson.

And I would have no objection if I weren't sure that Tattoo is being

manipulated. How dare you, Mr. Rourke? How dare you do this to any man, Miss

Simpson?

Whether you realize it or not, Tattoo's heart is as large and as

vulnerable as any man's.

And he has the trusting nature of a true innocent.

Can you imagine the pain, the hurt he will feel if you have been leading him

Mr. Rourke, I really do like Tattoo. If you value your friendship with Tattoo,

you'll see to it that we get that record contract with Colonel Sutton.

That sounds like a threat, Miss Simpson.

Does it, Mr. Rourke?

Does it really?

If you'll excuse me.

So you see, your Mr.

Rourke is neither the friend nor the gentleman you thought he was.

At least he's not behind your back.

I don't believe it.

Would I say all these things if they weren't true?

I mean, would I make this up just to hurt you?

I guess not.

I really didn't want to tell you at all.

It's just you've been so nice to me and Donna Mae.

Well, you just don't sound like the boss.

Tattoo, can anyone possibly know?

What Mr. Rourke is thinking.

Or what he'll do at any given time.

Can you?

If Parkins don't mind, I don't mind.

Amy, you've got to hide quick.

All right.

Something I can do for you?

Well, hi there.

Hey, uh, we're looking for a guy.

Have you seen him?

What do you want him for?

I owe him something.

Well,

have you seen him?

No, sir.

Don't you think we ought to look inside, boss?

Where's your faith, horsehead?

This here's some kind of church place.

And they don't let kids lie.

Right, little girl?

Right, sir.

Thank you.

They're gone.

I'll be back.

Spider can't afford to give up.

I gotta get off this island.

There, that ought to work now.

What happened?

It may be broken. You got to get her to a doctor right away.

Me? How?

Drive. But no, I don't know how to drive.

How far is it to town?

It's about 10 miles.

Amy, can you show me where the doctor's office is?

Yes, but you shouldn't go. Now, with those two men looking for you. What men?

Never mind what men.

Tattoo, I've been looking all over for you.

What do you want to take away from me now?

Take away from?

I don't understand.

Me and Don Amé.

You tried to break us up.

Why did you do that? I trusted you.

Tattoo, I did no such thing.

I can understand you looking after me, but making a path of her.

She told you I did that.

Well, the fact that she would say it doesn't bother me as much as the thought

that you would believe it.

Look at me.

Tattoo, look at me.

Do you believe it?

Look, I love her.

I think the best is...

I'll go look for her and leave her to the island.

Oh, Tattoo.

What?

I knew you wouldn't hurt me, but... After I may stop all this, I think it's

better I resign.

Tattoo.

Doesn't really matter what you do.

Just as long as you got me and I got you.

Doesn't really matter where you go.

Cause I'll... Oh, hello, Mr. Rock.

Did you decide to intercede with Colonel Sutton?

He's gone away.

I spoke to Tattoo.

He's going to leave Fantasy Island.

Oh, no.

Mr. Work, I'm so sorry.

Now, you attend our recording contract, and I'll see to it that Donna may get

your little friend back.

Is that how you want to build your future, Miss Galloway?

Can any amount of success ever compensate for a foundation of trickery

heartless deceit? Pay him no mind, Donovan. He just doesn't want to admit

defeat. And you, Miss Simpson.

Can't you see how your hopes for your niece have become as warped and bitter

your own life?

Do you truly want this child you raised to relive the unhappiness you've known?

To avenge you for the fame and fortune you never experienced?

I don't want her to be a nobody.

I never knew how to fight for the things I wanted.

But I know now.

And I'm going to fight for Donna Mae.

And then what?

Who will be there to share her triumphs? And more importantly, who will be there

to comfort her when things turn out badly?

I'll be there.

I've worked just as hard as she has. No!

What did you say, child?

I said no, Aunt Ellie. I can't go through with it.

Why, of course you can.

You mustn't let Mr. Rourke intimidate you.

Don't you see we were both wrong? Both of us.

I know I should have said something sooner, but I didn't want to hurt you.

Well, instead I hurt Tattoo.

I have to speak to him.

I forbid it.

There's no way you're going to stop me.

Now, Donna Mae... Just...

Just butt out, Aunt Ellie.

You've done all the damage you're going to do.

Well, that's all the thanks I get.

I hope you will be able to reach Tattoo with the truth, Miss Calloway.

He's been quite defenseless, you know.

I'll make him understand, Mr. Rourke.

He's such a warm and understanding person.

And I hated lying to him, seeing the trust and affection in his eyes.

I just hoped that, well, someday he'll be able to forgive me.

I think about it, Donami.

But first of all, I think you ought to apologize to the boss.

Come on, apologize.

Tatu, how much of our conversation did you hear in there?

All of it.

And how did you manage to get into the control booth?

I was looking for Don Amé, and I came in by the back door.

Boss, I want to apologize, too, for not letting you.

Apologies accepted.

You have me very worried, my friend.

Everything is fine now.

Are you certain?

Very certain.

Good.

Enough of this seriousness.

Why don't we play some music?

Boys, give us some backup.

Doesn't really matter what you do, just as long as you got me and I got

you.

Doesn't really matter where you go, cause I'll be there if you need me,

don't you know?

Doesn't really matter if you're blue,

cause he can make your fantasies come true.

He can make...

Good afternoon, Miss Parkinson. Hello.

We are looking for a man. We think that perhaps... Holly Ryan?

Why, yes. Have you seen him?

Yes. Little Amy had an accident and Mr. Ryan took her to the doctor.

He's in trouble.

A gangster by the name of Spider Slot and his accomplice are trying to kill

Well, Amy said that there were two men here earlier.

It could have been them.

We've got to stop him.

Mr. Rourke, could I come along?

Certainly.

But I can't leave the children unattended.

Children, come on, into the car right away, please.

Yeah.

Tattoo, take care of the children.

Yes, boss.

Come on, Mr. Ryan. Let's go.

Okay, Mr. Ryan.

What are we going to have to play?

Mr. Ryan.

No time to explain, Mr. Ryan. Get your clothes off.

Huh? In there. Hurry.

You too, Miss Parkins. You can use that room.

That's right.

Come on, get up.

That's fine. Just walk and act accordingly, Mr. Ryan.

Oh, you mean... Yes.

Well, good luck, Mr. Ryan.

Look, I... I'm really sorry I got you and the kids involved in all this.

Well, I'm sorry I was so harsh with you.

I had it coming.

About that garbage scout.

Maybe you shouldn't leave on it after all.

Let me get past these two gunsles out front and we'll talk about it, okay?

Mr. Ryan?

It's him.

Ryan.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Hey, someone started the winch.

Now turn it off, you idiot.

I can't, it's jammed. Well, then stick it.

I see that your friends Spider Sloat and Horsehead Harrigan have come up in the

world.

Yeah, Mr. Rourke.

Way up.

Well, Mr. Ryan, what's the good word?

The good word is involved.

Me and little Amy both learned what it means.

She's going to get involved with the kids at the orphanage, and I'm off to

York to testify against Spider Sloan.

And then what?

Back here to Fantasy Island.

Didn't Mr. Rourke tell you?

I'm Emily's new handyman at the orphanage.

Oh, I see you are now on a first -name basis with Miss Parkins, huh?

Well, we kinda got a good relationship going.

I think she's sweet on you.

That makes it a two -way street.

She left on an earlier flight.

Ah, Miss Calloway.

I do hope you managed to enjoy your stay.

Well, most of it.

In a way, it's kind of a relief the way things turned out.

I mean, being a singer was really Aunt Ellie's dream.

I've always felt my talent was more as a songwriter anyway.

Oh, well, then you'll be happy to know that Colonel Hank Sorton has had second

thoughts about you.

He's still not sure you'll ever be a performer.

But he would like to record some of those songs you left behind at the

I took the liberty to give your phone number to the colonel.

Oh, thank you.

You know, you really are a very special person.

Thank you.

Thank you, Mr. Warren. Good luck, Stella.

You handled that extremely well.

I know you suffered quite an emotional ordeal.

Well, boss, as the French poet says, I think I need a little rest for a while.

I'd like to be alone with my dog.

I see.

Colonel Tattoo, is this instrument all right for my recording day?

Perfect.

How's my instrument, Colonel?

Gorgeous.

I mean, fine.

Alone with your thoughts, I have to do.

Well, you see, boss, you've got your thoughts.

I've got mine.

Come on, girls.