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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.