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Good morning, boss. Good morning,
Tattoo.

Let's go.

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

Who are they, Boggs?

They, Tattoo, constitute the Otis T.

Boggs clan, owners of a small farm in
the Ozark Mountains.

Which fantasy is it?

The fantasy belongs to Mr.

Hadley Boggs, that young man bringing up
the rear.

Him? He belongs to the clan?

Yes. But he looks more like a city boy.

Indeed he is. Now, young Mr. Boggs left
the Ozarks eight years ago to gain an

education. Earlier this year, he was
graduated from MIT.

What's his fantasy?

A very simple, very selfless one to two.

Mr. Hadley Boggs is filled with a great
deal of gratitude.

His parents and his sister sacrificed
considerably in order to send him to

school.

Now he wants to take them away from
their poverty for just a little while.

Well, I hope it works.

They look like fish out of water.

That's right, Tatum.

That's what worries me.

Fish out of water frequently end up in
the frying pan.

Oh, God, she's beautiful.

Who is she?

That is Miss Janet Martin, Tatooine.
She's here to compete in the Fantasy

Gymnastics Tournament.

And that's the matter with her?

Yes, Mrs. Mabel Martin. And the other
young girl is Mrs. Martin's niece, Miss

Trudy Brown.

She's here for the tournament also, but
I'm afraid she has very little chance of

winning. Why? She's not any good, boss?

Do you remember the story of Cinderella,
Tatooine?

Oh, is that Trudy's wicked aunt?

No, not wicked, but not caring.

And more than anything else in the
world, Trudy wants someone to care about

You see, Miss Brown has no confidence.

She's convinced she's second rate in
everything.

Then she's the one with the fantasy.

Correct. Just for once, Miss Trudy Brown
would like to be in control, make

things happen, instead of having them
happen to her.

What kind of things?

That, my friend, is the question.

And the danger.

My dear guest, I am Mr. Rock, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Thank you.

Why don't you stop right here, driver?
Let everyone enjoy the fine view.

My goodness, Mr. Roark.

That's what I call a first -rate hotel.

Oh, that's not a hotel, Mr. Boggs.

That's your home away from home.

I bet even Roy Clark don't have a place
this big.

I'll tell you one thing for sure. When
our son throws a fantasy for his family,

he don't leave nothing undone. Now, come
on. We don't want to stay out here. Our

fantasy will be overcome Monday.

Oh, Mr. Roark, who are them folk up
there?

They are your household staff waiting to
meet you. Oh, one final detail.

You will be hosting a cocktail party at
4 o 'clock.

Cocktail party?

Well, how can we host a cocktail party
when we don't know anybody to invite?

Don't worry.

The boss took care of it. I took the
liberty of inviting the ten wealthiest

guests on Fantasy Island.

Millionaires. Millionaires? Did you hear
that, Ma? I always wanted to meet a

real live millionaire.

And so you shall, Mr. Boggs.

Oh, here, Sonny, let me help you. Pa,
Pa, let him be. He's only doing his job.

Oh, come on, girl. Catch him.

Ten millionaires and their ladies are
going to attend a party hosted by four

the brokest hillbillies ever to set foot
on fantasy island.

Why? Very simple, Mr. Boggs. That is a
copy of today's Fantasy Island

Multi -millionaires arrive on Fantasy
Island?

May I, Mr. Boggs?

Boggs' family has vast mineral holdings.

Uranium strike worth...

Billions?

Mr. Rourke, all my folks got left is a
10 -acre chicken scratch in challah. I

mean, they had to sell the best part of
their farm just to send me to school.

Well, you know, newspapers sometimes
embellish, especially about society

affairs.

Journalistic license?

Yes.

This is embarrassing, Mr. Rourke.

A family of poor dirt farmers rubbing
shoulders with all that golden glitter.

What have I done to my folks?

It's like giving them a whole pile of
toys on Christmas and taking them back

next day.

Does that mean that you want my boss to
cancel your fantasy?

I'm not sure.

Hadley! Hadley, you just gotta come in
and look. It's purely unbelievable. It's

just like a castle. There's running
water, electricity, color TV, and it all

works. And servants dogging you
everywhere.

Mr. Boggs, you must make a decision.

What time's the party?

4 p .m.

Tattoo,

why don't you try the other side of the
island?

There are some excellent places to hide.

You give me a job. Call the newspaper,
you say. And give them the Boggs party

announcement. That's all I said.

Boggs, please.

I'm the best assistant you ever had,
right?

That is not the issue. We're talking
about multi -millionaires, uranium yet.

Society paper.

They always exaggerate, you say.

Without an ounce of help from you, of
course.

Do you realize what would happen if they
actually spend money which they do not

have? The trouble they could get into?

Uranium.

Ah, sweat for me.

You seem unhappy, Miss Brown.

Are you disappointed with Fancy Island?

Oh, no. No, Mr. Rourke.

It's even more beautiful than I
expected.

Well, I guess this seems pretty silly,
but I kind of hope that I might change,

too. Oh?

Look at me.

As plain as ever.

Miss Brown, your fantasy is to make
things happen in your life.

You don't need beauty to win a
gymnastics competition.

Would it be asking...

Too much just to be a little pretty,
too?

I mean, it would help me with my
confidence, wouldn't it?

Perhaps the self -confidence, faith in
yourself, should come first.

Others see you as you see yourself.

I guess you're right.

However, Miss Brown...

This mirror was made for Helen of Troy,
or so the legend says.

No one is certain what the material is,
but it was crafted so perfectly that it

reflects images without the slightest
distortion.

Look into it, Miss Brown.

Tell me what you see.

An ugly duckling.

Beauty emanates from within.

See yourself as I see you.

Your figure slim and graceful.

Your skin smooth as cream.

Your eyes sparkling jewel.

How did you do it?

I did nothing, the two of them.

Miss Brown made it happen by getting a
look at herself as she really is within

her soul.

Can I make other things happen?

Oh, indeed.

What kind of things?

You will find out soon enough.

Use your power wisely, Miss Brown.

But I warn you, the price will be very
high.

I am so happy.

Thank you.

Oh, well, that's very interesting, but
about the car, Mr. Boggs.

Oh!

Uh... How much did you say that was?

Only $86 ,000 out the door.

That'd have to be a pretty big door,
wouldn't it? Oh, well, we're not talking

cash, Mr. Boggs. Just sign this paper
and the car is yours.

Oh, I got it. That's all part of the
fantasy, ain't it? Well, owning a car

that out front is part of everybody's
fantasy.

Here. Oh.

Oh, thank you.

Pen.

Warranty. Warranty.

And a hot dog.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you very much, sir, and good day.

Goodbye.

Howdy, Pa.

Guess what we've been doing? Well, looks
to me like you've been doing

shoplifting. We've been doing no such
thing.

All we had to do was mention our name,
and they practically gave us the story.

Well, good.

I had to force her to look at just one
little dress. But she wouldn't buy it. I

wasn't in the mood.

Ma, you know this is Hadley's good time
for us. Look at me.

I bought a new car, a boat, a trip
around the world. Come on now.

Link, Pa, do you like it? Oh, yeah. It
looks a lot better on you, Sunshine,

it does the varmint that growed it.

Doesn't it, Ma?

Is something bothering you, Ma?

Oh, this fanciness.

Just takes a mite getting used to, I
guess.

Well, we best go upstairs and get ready
for the Millionaire's Only party anyway.

Miss, where do you want these?

On the city.

And I told you, my name's not Miss. It's
Emily.

But it's customary to call... Oh, we
bogs don't hold to customs that make one

person scrape to another.

Now, I'm Emily, and you're Frank.

Let's shake on it, okay?

Okay.

Name? Trudy. Trudy Brown.

This is your room key.

And your contestant number.

Curfews at 10 .30.

Any contestant who isn't in the dorm by
then will be disqualified.

Thank you. I won't forget.

Isn't it a beautiful day?

That's a great outfit.

Don't do that.

I'm sorry.

You know, I don't like public displays.

Yes, Aunt Mabel.

You should be practicing.

I know.

But don't you notice anything different
about me?

Your hair.

It's combed. It's better.

And will you hurry up and change?

You're not exactly a top contestant, you
know. You need all the practice you can

get.

Rudy, hello.

Bud Simmons.

We were classmates together at Woodmount
Junior High, remember?

Yeah, how are you?

What are you doing here?

Oh, summer job. I'm working my way
through college.

That's great.

Hey, you're good. I saw you work out.
You've really improved since school.

Did you hear that, Aunt Mabel?

Well, I should hope you've improved with
all the work I've put in on you.

Of course, you'll never be in Janet's
class.

Oh, she's wonderful.

Such poise, such assurance.

Nobody can beat her.

Use your power wisely, young lady, or I
warn you, the price will be very high

indeed.

Honey, what happened?

You could have injured your cousin.

Very seriously.

I'm sorry, Mr. Rourke. I don't know what
came over me.

You really don't know, huh?

I'm sick and tired of being the black
sheep.

The also -ran, the one who always gets
Janet's hand -me -downs.

It's been that way ever since my parents
died.

And I had to move in with Aunt Mabel and
her precious daughter.

Do you know what it's like to get left
over love, Mr. Rourke?

You never receive love until you learn
how to accept it.

I want them to love me, honestly.

Love you or approve of you.

I warn you once more, Ms. Brown.

Think clearly, control your emotions, or
you may cause irreparable harm.

Now, doesn't that beat all?

You know, Emily, the trouble with this
punch is that it don't have no punch in

it. Now, what it needs is a liberal dose
of good old down -home white lightning.

Excuse me.

Come on, Mom.

Dad, don't, please.

They seem like such nice people.

They can afford it.

I'm not taken from beggars.

Oh, you bet. You bet.

Sure glad you all could come.

Here they come now.

I'm Hadley Boggs. Hi, how are you? And
this is my father, Otis. How do you do?

How are you?

And I'm Roger Fox, and this is my
daughter, Kathy.

Oh, how do.

Is there something wrong?

No.

It's just that you're very beautiful,
Miss Fox.

Buy me a punch?

Certainly.

Excuse us.

Oh, I tell you, this fantasy island is
prettier than a heifer in the

ain't it? Consider yourself a very lucky
man, Mr. Boggs, because I just happen

to have an island paradise for sale.

Oh?

Tropical climate, everything.

Oh, now that sounds mighty inviting.

And you can get it for a song.

Two million.

Only two million?

Just sign your name and it's yours.

Well, I'm going to tell you something.

This fantasy island is a lot more fun
than real life. So you just lead on out.

I'm going to play the game with you.
Fine. I'll drop the papers immediately

we'll formalize things right after the
party.

Boy, isn't she something.

Never thought she'd be that poor.

It's like she suddenly believes in
herself.

If Trudy performs like that, she could
take all the marbles.

Janet tells me that you were counting on
some commercial endorsements this year.

So are the people I borrowed money from.

Well, maybe we can sell each other some
insurance.

I mean, if the right girl wins all those
marbles, you'll own 25 % of her

commercial endorsements.

And you know who the right girl is,
don't you, Chad?

It's all part of being rich. Oh, shoot,
we ain't rich.

I mean, we don't often go without, but
we're still a long ways from being rich.

Yeah? Suppose you met a fellow who
didn't have a dime.

Met him? Where?

Anywhere.

Supposing I met this fellow on Fantasy
Island?

Okay.

And he didn't have any money.

Everybody's got some money.

Everybody does not have money.

Oh, forget it.

It's hopeless.

What's hopeless?

The whole silly romantic... Go away,
Miss Fox.

Are you trying to tell me that you're
broke?

25 cents.

Till payday.

Well, where I come from, if one person
has a quarter and another person

doesn't have anything, but they both
care for each other...

Then we both got half a quarter.

Do you have the time to drive me up to
Spyglass Point?

I hear the Fantasy Island moonlight is
free.

Sure.

Trudy's really going for Chad's line.

If he makes her miss curfew, she'll be
disqualified and you'll be a sure

You better go to bed, Janet. It's almost
curfew time.

Thank you for the most wonderful evening
in as long as I can remember.

May I question your drink? Yes, please.

I lost my watch.

Must be getting late.

Plenty of time. Curfew's not till 10
.30.

Well, everyone's leaving.

It's just after nine.

You know where they're going.

Come on, let's have one more dance and
we'll go up to Lookout Peak, too.

Okay.

There was some party, huh?

Ain't that... Ain't that their mink coat
that I bought you a dilly, Ma?

If you say so, Otis, if you say so.

Oh, Mr. Fox, you got that there
paperwork for that land of mine?

Does Johnny Cash wear black?

You really want to live on an island,
Pa?

What's a game, Ma?

A game.

There you are.

How soon will I expect the title deed on
that there land?

The minute escrow closes.

It's a pleasure doing business with you,
Foxy. You will love it.

Where are you going, Ma?

You just sit there and think about your
fancy cars and your fur coats and your

island.

I have had enough of this being rich.

Thank you.

Good night, Chad.

And good luck tomorrow. I hope you win.

Yeah, you too.

Thanks.

Bye.

Trudy?

Trudy, it's after curfew.

It can't be.

Well, it's almost 10 .45.

Oh, no.

Bud, what am I going to do? I'll be
disqualified.

Wait.

I know a back way to the laundry room.
Come on.

Same old Bud.

Always so concerned about others.

Thank you.

Nice, huh?

Yes.

You know,

I wish this weekend would last forever.

Well, what's wrong?

You don't know anything about me,
Hadley.

I know I want to kiss you. If that works
out, we'll take it from there.

Hadley.

My father's a thief.

Big deal.

Hadley, I'm serious.

So am I. I'm interested in you, not your
dad.

Hadley, would you listen to me? My
father's a con man, a sting artist.

Do you hear me? I'm his daughter.

Are you a team?

No, we're not a team.

And in a way, it's really not that bad.

No excuses.

He hurts himself more than he hurts
anyone else.

Poor Claude, much of his deals backfire.

Can't you get him to quit?

I've tried. My mother's tried.

He just sees the end of the rainbow
and... and can't wait to get there.

What I'm trying to say is... we're not
the rich foxes. We are

the flat, broke foxes.

I can't blame you for turning your back
on me.

You're beautiful.

You are. You're really beautiful. Did
you hear me? I heard you. You said,

Bogg, I'm the girl for you.

Oh.

Can you imagine the face on the matron
when Trudy tries to explain that she

her watch?

Trudy should be more careful with her
valuables. Keep them locked up when

practicing.

I'll put this back in her room.

You're sure Trudy's been disqualified?

Well, I made her 45 minutes late last
night.

Tell me something.

I know why I got involved in this,
but... But you.

When you had to hit Trudy an awful lot
to do a thing like this.

Your own niece.

She's not a bad kid, you know.

Too much like her mother.

Her mother's dead.

Canna told me.

Good Lord.

It's the mother you hate.

Your sister -in -law.

Six years ago this week.

On a highway, driving too fast.

He spun out on a curve.

Lost control.

Went over a cliff.

You took my brother with her.

I just want my Janet to be the best.

And one very expensive automobile.

A yacht.

A string of polo ponies.

Half an interest in a professional
basketball team.

One lynx coat.

Full length.

Two mink coats.

Boss, don't forget the world cruise and
the life membership to the country club.

Mr. Rourke, this fantasy's gone all
wrong.

Mr. Boggs, I feel it is only fair to
advise you that some of the creditors

demanding the money already.

Fortunately, many of the items in
question have never been used and can

therefore be returned. But there is one
very expensive item that cannot be

overlooked.

Yeah, the island off Florida. Your
father signed a $2 million promissory

Unfortunately, I have just ascertained
that the real state in question is

nothing more than a mud bank in a swamp
inhabited solely by antisocial

alligators. That's wonderful.

Yeah, that Roger Fox is a con man, all
right.

His daughter told me so.

But he can't get blood out of a turnip.

But he can't get a farm out of a $2
million promissory note, don't you

You mean Fox had foreclosed on my ma and
pa's farm?

Mr. Rourke, what am I going to do?

Well, a bright young man like you should
know that most confident men are

successful because they play on their
victim's greed.

Does that not suggest something to you,
Mr. Boggs?

That sure shooting does.

Can I count on your help, gentlemen?

Oh, no way.

As long as the idea is yours, Mr. Boggs.

Oh, my. Oh, my.

Thank you.

You were given a special power to help
you make things happen and thereby gain

confidence, self -worth, so you could
utilize to the fullest your abilities.

Not to wreak vengeance on others.

They tricked me.

They tried to have me disqualified.

They deserve to be punished. Punished by
you, Miss Brown. Do you have that

right?

I didn't actually hurt anyone.

You're wrong.

Vengeance is always costly to someone.

In this case, to you, Miss Brown.

The price you paid.

Me?

The mirror only reflects the truth.

That's how you see yourself now.

Your beauty was never a fantasy, Miss
Brown.

It was part of the gentle, sensitive
girl you used to be.

Unfortunately, that girl no longer
exists.

Tattoo, I want you to do precisely what
we discussed.

Precisely. No more, no less. Do you
understand?

Don't worry, boss. I will do better than
Redford and Newman in this thing.

Hello, Mr. Fox.

Do you have a minute?

Sure, sit down.

You sure run a wonderful operation here.

Barely marginal.

But I heard about your island.

What's it like?

Plenty water?

Plenty. All around it.

Good bitches?

Not bad.

I take it.

I've already sold it.

How much?

Two million.

I give you four.

That's big money for such a little guy.

You know that guy I work for?

Rourke? Yes, Mr. Rourke. Well, I do all
the work on here. And you know what? He

gets all the credit.

I'm tired of it. I'm fed up.

I'm gonna have my own... And I'm going
to call it Incredible Thief.

Ah, there you are, Tattoo. There is a
problem in the kitchen. Please attend to

it right away, huh?

You see what I mean?

Call me later on.

Good afternoon, Mr. Fox. I've been
looking for you. You too? May I? Please.

will come straight to the point. Your
island.

Off the Florida coast?

Yes. I wish to purchase it for cash.

Suddenly everybody wants to buy my
Florida island.

Why?

Please, Mr. Fox, we're both men of the
world. Let's not play games.

Mr. Fox, you're the kindest, most
generous man in the world.

I am?

Gold, Mr. Fox. A strike was made on the
island. You sold my pa.

Now the cat is out of the bag.

Hey, there's pa. He's going to bless
you, Mr. Fox. Sold my ma, sold my

Every hog in Bog's Hollow is going to
praise your name.

Thank you. Thank you.

Hey, pa.

Wait till you hear.

Rourke, get me out of this deal and
you're in for 10%. Mr. Fox, Mr.

Fox, what can I say?

My own private island and all this gold.

What island is that?

The one you sold my pa.

Oh, that island.

We talked about it, but he wasn't
interested.

You can't get away with it, Foxy. You
can't get away with it. Mr. Rourke knows

our deal.

Rourke, tell him.

Well, it certainly would appear that Mr.
Boggs didn't actually sign a formal

contract. If he decides to take action,
legal proceedings could drag on for

months, perhaps years.

Depositions, personal backgrounds dug
into, embarrassing skeletons released

from closets, perhaps.

Why not consider a settlement, say, a
nuisance fee?

I'll buy that.

How about you, Mr. Boggs?

No.

Wait a minute.

Just wait a minute. Now, I don't know
much about land deals, but I do know

bad things about lawyers.

Now, this could be just the time to
square things out of court.

Splendid. In that case, Mr. Fox, please
be kind enough to make out a check for

$100 ,000.

It would be a pleasure.

Mr. Boggs, here's your check. I'm sorry,
Mr. Boggs, but this check is part of

the fantasy.

Oh, sure.

Easy come, easy go.

Paul, you'll never learn about money.
Come on, let's get out of here.

Say, Rourke, you're neat.

Oh, thank you.

You know something?

You and I would make sweet partners.

Now, if you don't mind, I'll take that
check.

I do mind. I will hold the check.

Suit yourself, but...

It's not worth the paper it's written
on. In monetary terms. Oh, I know that.

And yet to me it has infinite value.

If perchance one day it should come to
my ears that some unfortunate person has

bought the Statue of Liberty or perhaps
an island on the water from you, this

rubber check would very swiftly find its
way to the bunker squad.

So on this lovely last day of your visit
to Fantasy Island, Mr. Fox, let us call

this check your certificate of
graduation to the Society of Honest

Laborers.

I've been looking for you.

Uh, Mr. Bork asked me to meet him here.

Me too, but it's almost time for the
tournament.

Well, I'm not competing.

Trudy, you have to compete. You can win.

I don't deserve to win.

What are you talking about?

Bud, you don't know me.

I can do terrible things.

Hurt people.

I'm ugly.

I'm really ugly. You're wrong, Trudy.
Look at yourself.

Come on.

Look. Come on.

You're the prettiest, sweetest girl I've
ever known.

I always knew you were good -looking,
but you're more beautiful than ever.

You really are.

Congratulations. You are seeing things
clearly again, Miss Brown.

And I hope you win the gymnastics
tournament.

But you better hurry.

It begins in five minutes.

Trudy Brown, now performing, needs a 9
.8 score in order to win.

What? It's going to be tough.

Yes, it will be very rough. Indeed.

25 % of nothing adds up to... nothing.

See you around, babe.

Boss,

she did it. She won.

Here's the tool.

Truthy Brown made it happen.

Goodbye, Miss Boggs.

Mr.

Roark, that is what I call a first -rate
wedding. Oh, splendid, but Mrs.

Boggs seems a little preoccupied.

I know.

She's been that way ever since we got
here.

A woman who has worked hard all her life
to take care of her family and believes

that she's important to them.

Then suddenly she's surrounded by
servants.

She's not allowed to mend clothes, cook
meals, do anything.

Her husband and children are so
preoccupied with new toys that she feels

not needed anymore.

Not loved as much, maybe.

Surely you understand, Mr. Boggs, don't
you?

I think I do.

I think I do, and thank you, Mr. Roark.

Thank you, Mr. Boggs. Our pleasure, our
pleasure.

Mrs. Long? Mr. Long? Thank you. Very
pleasure.

Bye. Bye.

I found out something here, Mr. Rourke.

What Mom's trying to say is that she and
I, well, we're not the same two people

that arrived here.

Fantasy Island changes most people.

And always for the best.

Well,

thank you. Goodbye.

Thank you. Bye, Miss Martin. Miss
Martin.

Bye.

Thank you for everything, Mr. Rourke and
Tattoo.

I never could have won that tournament
without the special power you gave me.

Oh, you're wrong, Miss Brown.

The power came from within you.

I won?

On my own?

Absolutely. It's the only way to win.

Oh, by the way, there is a certain
someone who would like to sit beside you

the return trip.

Boss. Yes?

I hope she come back soon.

Why?

I like the way she says goodbye.

Yeah.