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Good morning, boss. Good morning, Tattoo.

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

Well, this young man looks like he's ready to have a good time.

As he is indeed, Tattoo.

That is Mr. Kermit Dobbs, a bachelor and high school art teacher from Stafford,

Kansas. What's his fantasy?

To pass the weekend with no killer on?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. In fact, he's a very dedicated teacher, but by his own

admission, a very mediocre artist.

His fantasy is to possess for 48 hours a real talent so he may paint one

memorable canvas.

Can we do that, Bob?

With some difficulty, yes. Such talent is difficult to find even here on

Island. How did we find it?

We, uh...

borrowed it, my friend, from the only available source at this time. A certain

Mr. Patrick O 'Herlihy, who is as noted for his amorous vices as for his

paintings.

Uh -oh.

Mrs. Elizabeth Blake from Elmhurst, Illinois.

But does her fantasy include a baby?

She looks like she's going to have a baby very soon.

Very soon indeed, Tattoo.

Mrs. Blake is over eight months pregnant.

What's her fantasy?

The most wonderful and unusual one.

Her fantasy is to look into the future.

To see the child she will otherwise never see.

Mrs. Blake is very ill.

And she knows she will not survive the birth of her baby.

My dear guests, I am Mr. Rourke.

Your host, welcome to Fantasy Island.

Oh, Mr. Roy, come in. Thank you.

You look lovely, Miss Flake.

Are you ready to begin your fantasy?

Yes, but I must admit, to look into the future, to see a time after my own

death, it's frightening as well as exciting.

I hope I can deal with it. I'm sure you can.

The essential thing is to remember you are an observer.

No one... will be able to see you or hear you.

I understand.

Very well, then. Will you come this way?

That is your window into the future.

Look at it.

Concentrate, Mrs. Blake.

That's my house.

And that's Stephen, my husband.

Okay, daddy's got you. Now you keep heading and look straight ahead.

And remember, you're five years old today.

And a big girl like you will do just fine.

Hey, daddy.

A girl.

I had a beautiful little girl.

Yes.

She's very beautiful.

Your husband named her Lisa. After you.

Okay, pedal now.

Pedal.

That's it. Good.

And I love you.

They're happy, aren't they?

I knew Stephen would be a wonderful father.

I am glad you're pleased.

This is the first of three journeys you will be making into the future.

Thank you.

The collection of paintings must be priceless, Mr. Rock.

Van Gogh.

Monet.

Renoir.

Part of the result of a lifetime of collecting, Mr. Donaldson.

Hmm.

What have we here?

One of my favorites, Mr. Dobbs.

Satu painted that one.

No kidding. Yes.

If I could paint that well, I wouldn't have had to save up for this fantasy.

Well, it's nothing.

I'm just dashing off.

Yeah, well, take it from a real hack.

Your dash shows a lot of class.

You really don't know what this fantasy means to me, Mr. Rock.

A guy who's been hiding his paintings in closets his whole life.

After this weekend, I'll go back to what I really am.

A lousy artist.

But satisfied and content.

Fine, Mr. Dobbs. But I should remind you that satisfaction and contentment are

qualities that arise from within one's own character.

All I can provide for you is opportunity.

And you will have to provide your own dash.

Yes.

Well, I'm ready.

What are we waiting for?

Please have a seat. Such creative talent, at your request,

is an extremely scarce commodity.

It is so rare, in fact, that it must be borrowed from a person naturally

gifted with such genius.

This brush belongs to an artist with all sort of talents.

Right, boss?

All kinds.

Yes.

Please take the brush, Mr. Doves.

Thank you.

Grip the brush.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Very tightly, Mr. Doves.

Tattoo will see that you are supplied with paints and other necessities.

You now have only to go forth and transform your genius into a work of

I'm an artist?

Oh, yes.

I am raring to go. Come on, Tattoo.

Are you ready for your second look into the future, Mrs. Blake?

Oh, yes, Mr. Rourke.

Mr. Blake has moved into a new house.

Seven years have passed since we saw Lisa ride a new bicycle.

She's now 12 years old, and there have been some changes.

Of course.

Hey! Hey!

Oh, there are my boys.

There's Steve.

Steve!

Who is she, Mr. Rourke?

Stephen remarried six years ago.

Her name is Helen.

The twins are their children.

I guess I'm a bit jealous.

But I'm glad, too.

They're beautiful children.

Okay, boys, say goodbye to everybody. It's nap time for you.

You want to kiss Mama?

Yes.

Okay, boys, please say goodbye to everybody, okay?

Bye, everybody.

Sleep well, boys. They're so well -behaved.

At least I should be so easy to deal with.

What did she mean by that?

Where is Lisa?

We will find her.

It seems so strange to actually be here, and yet no one notices.

We're out of a different time frame.

Parts of the past are invisible in their presence.

Why is she crying?

Have you forgotten how painful other lessons can be?

How even a minor problem can become a major tragedy?

Oh, Mr. Rourke, she's grown so beautiful.

Lisa, what's wrong?

Come on, dear, come out and join the party. People are wondering about you.

I don't care.

They're not my friends anyway.

Of course they are. They miss you.

The twins miss you, too.

No, they don't.

They have you and Daddy.

They don't care about me.

Nobody cares.

I'm your mother.

I care about you.

My mother's dead.

Lisa.

Lisa.

Don't you think you're being a bit unfair?

Apologize to your mother.

Sorry, Daddy.

isn't my mother.

I wish my real mother could have lived.

Lisa, wait. Mrs. Blake, you must not try to interfere.

You will break the spell.

She needs me, and I can't help her.

Now what do you say to that?

Voila!

That birthmark. It's you!

Maybelle?

Who painted this?

I'm the artist, sir.

What is your opinion?

Deborah.

Deborah.

I am sorry that your impulsive gesture caused the second window to close

prematurely. I'm sorry, too.

But Lisa seems so lonely and unhappy.

I have to know what happened to her, Mr. Rourke. There's still the third window,

Mrs. Blake.

But I remind you...

It's your last chance to see your child.

Don't worry.

I won't do anything foolish this time.

The expression of a mother's love is never foolish, Miss Flake.

I am only concerned that you do nothing to cut short the last phase of your

fantasy.

I won't, Mr. Rourke.

I'm ready.

Several years have passed for Lisa since you last saw her.

Those years have brought about many changes.

What are we doing in a place like this?

Oh, no.

Is that Lisa?

Mr. Rourke, what's happened to her?

On her 18th birthday, Lisa could face her loneliness no longer. She ran away

from home, disappeared, to search for the love she needs.

Love? On this terrible street?

Oh, Mr. Rourke, let me go to her. Let me help her.

You're asking me to alter a fantasy, Mrs. Blake, to make you an exception to

rule? But don't you see?

I can give her love.

I can help her. I know I can.

Please. It's the only chance I'll ever have to be your mother.

Fate has cheated your precious years of life.

Perhaps we can bend the rules this one time.

But all I can give you is 24 hours.

I'll make it enough.

Very well. For 24 hours, you will be part of your daughter's future.

You will be the same age as you are now.

Except you will not be pregnant.

And one more thing.

It is imperative that you do not reveal to her you are her mother.

I understand.

I promise.

Mr. Rourke.

Are you saying that's not you in the painting?

I'm not saying one way or the other.

Mike, I came here to have a good time.

Not to listen to your macho man accusations.

Well, it sure looks like you've been having your good time all night. How

could any other man know about that?

Maybe the artist saw me in my bikini.

How could he, damn it? We just got here yesterday.

How did you... How did this artist guy...

How could the two of you...

That

really could be me.

Legs. Hair.

Oh, the whole thing is... It's all so warm.

So intimate.

All the way down to my birthmark.

From all I have heard, your painting is a tremendous artistic success, Mr.

Dobbs. Are you saying you are dissatisfied with your fantasy?

Oh, no.

No, Mr. Rock. I did it. I painted my masterpiece.

But right now, I want to give you back this brush, say thank you, and get the

first plane back to Kansas.

Oh, I'm sorry. I can't possibly accept the brush.

Well, what do you mean you can't accept it? You have to. My health depends upon

it. Oh, you're not kidding.

Unfortunately, it is a condition of this particular fantasy that the brush

remain in the possession of the artist.

For a full 48 hours. Along with all those other certain idiosyncrasies I

mentioned. Yes, but I'm not really the artist. And those idiosyncrasies are

going to get me killed.

Wait a minute.

What if I give the brush back to the real artist?

Yes, that would be satisfactory.

Yes. If you can convince Mr. Patrick O 'Herlihy to accept the brush.

However... You must realize that if you do, to him will also go the attention

and the credit for painting your masterpiece.

Believe me, he can have the attention.

Now, where do I find this Patrick O 'Hurley? Ah, just take the pathway that

leads from the Luau area, you know where that is, up into the hills, Mr. Dobbs.

You will find him there.

The little girl.

You're looking for company, huh? Leave her alone, you pig!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Cut that out! Cut that out! Cut that out! Cut that out!

Cut that out! Cut that out! Cut that out! Cut that out!

What the hell is with her, anyway? How big?

Now, she's the kind of girl that's going to close this place down.

She's going to close this place down. Take it easy. Come on, Rosie. This is

job.

Who are you, hon?

I mean, really.

Just somebody off the street.

Yeah.

Maybe.

That's okay.

I got ways of finding out.

Come on, now.

Thank you, Mr. Rock, for my fantasy.

It's all I ever dreamed of, and more. And it isn't even Christmas.

I am delighted, Mr. Claus. It is always gratifying to hear from a satisfied

customer.

Satisfied? All these years of giving presents, and I finally received one of

very own.

Why did you receive?

I'll show you.

Merry Christmas, everyone.

A truly magnificent gift, Mr. Claus.

I never got anything like this in my stocking.

Just one thing worries me.

Yes, what is it?

She could catch a cold at the North Pole.

Dig deeper into the bag.

What is a present if it isn't gift wrapped, eh, Mr. Claus?

Thank you, Mr.

Rock.

Have

you

ever been in love, me boys?

Or have you felt the pain?

I'd sooner be in jail myself than to be in love again.

She was just the sort.

Oh, well, now, have yourself a happy day, sir. A question.

This pen, would you say it's a bit of an affectation?

That if you're a poet? A poet, you say?

You're a discerning man. Yesterday an artist, today a poet. The world is a

wonderful place for an Irishman. Come then, come.

and share a ship of the saints' own nectar with Patrick O 'Herlihy himself.

That's your service.

Ah, it's bracing, isn't it?

Have you ever noticed, laddie, that a jug of wine divides itself into parts?

Rather like a man's own mind, you know.

You sip it down to the shoulder. Very serious conversation.

But about an inch more, then comes in sad and sometimes sweet memories.

Put an inch more down.

That's when you get the thoughts of old and satisfactory loves.

You know, that's what I wanted to talk to you about.

That love part.

Do you know?

And that's the whole

story.

Mr. Rourke explained all about borrowing the talent.

And I'll admit...

That part was wonderful.

For an hour or so, I was an artist.

A taste of the grape, laddie.

Come.

But then, what Mr. Rourke called your idiosyncrasies began to catch up with

I can see them.

And it all begins so innocently.

Just. It's happened by a ranch house or a resort somewhere offering to paint a

portrait.

And the ladies.

The ladies are so lonely.

It seems, it seems that ranchers and professional football players are always

out busy in the fields.

And you're always busy elsewhere.

Well, that lad is a gift, like painting.

In my case, you might even want to consider it a virtue, a humanitarian

you might say.

It's just that I come across so many ladies that are in the need of, um...

Comforting. What about those two Neanderthals who keep mauling me?

What the hell did I paint? You paint?

A composite?

Well, now, that's a possibility, dear friend.

You know, sometimes the ladies, bless them, God bless them all, sometimes they

do seem to blend in my memory.

And besides, it's difficult to really control the flow of true genius.

All I want to control is the flow of my own blood.

Patrick, take the brush back.

That's all you have to do.

Ah, laddie.

You can't imagine how heavy a burden true genius can become.

The hell I can't.

And it's your genius anyway.

Wait, I just want you to take it back.

No.

Now, I struck a bargain with Mr. Rourke.

And to have an entire weekend of rest.

Away from my romantic escapades.

And I need it.

And I plan to have it.

Now listen, somebody's coming.

I got you now.

I brought you something to eat.

Condemned woman gets a last meal, right?

Oh, come on.

Even Vic wouldn't.

Why did you mess things up?

Because you don't belong here.

How do you know where I belong?

I just know.

I know a girl like you must have a father who loves her very much.

Lisa, sometimes when parents don't seem to care, they care a great deal.

They simply don't know how to show it.

Please trust me.

Let's get out of here.

Both of us.

Now. You do what?

I'm sorry.

Lisa, please.

Let's get out of here.

I can't help you.

I told you to stay away.

I would hate to see you...

Disappeared. Just because of some loudmouthed dame.

I felt sorry for her.

You know she doesn't belong here.

Why don't you just let her go?

I got a thing for strays.

You ought to know about that.

Look.

Tomorrow is your big chance.

Special auction.

Just for you.

I know that Eddie is going to be there.

He's going to be offering big bucks for you.

We're going to split it.

You and me.

Just like I promised you.

But I don't know if I'm ready for that.

Baby, there is a first time for everything.

I'll tell you what I'm going to do.

I'm going to let the new dame make up for all the trouble she caused.

We'll dress her up.

She'll go along with you for a little while.

Or I'll support him.

Okay?

Okay? Come on.

Okay?

There you go.

I got some business to attend to.

You don't need to put on an act for me.

You knew I'd be here waiting for you, didn't you?

Well, the way things have been going, I guess I should have.

I should probably be ashamed of myself.

I can't remember your face or your name, but...

New Year's Eve.

Country Club.

Last year.

Someone introduced me to this artist.

Oh, wait a minute.

This is all a mistake. You see, you've got to get me out of here.

Oh, silly boy.

It's all right.

Hud, that's my husband.

Yeah, I know.

He went hunting.

Yeah, at night.

If you can believe that.

You were with that football player looking guy.

He is a football player.

Six years all pro.

I should have known.

Forget about him.

We're just friends.

I'm Deborah.

I'm Kermit.

understand how you painted my picture like that.

I mean, even all the way down to my beauty mark.

I'm not too sure about that myself.

Well, I don't care.

When I looked up at that painting, something wonderful happened.

It was as if I could see straight through it.

Like I could see right into the mind and the heart.

of the artist himself oh no look i'm i'm real sorry about that

no don't be silly you know i could actually feel your

warmth and understanding like we had known each other for a long long time

as if we'd shared our love

Deborah, listen.

I've got to be honest with you.

You know that painting?

Well, it's... It's one of a kind.

Oh, I know.

No, I mean... I'll never be able to paint like that again.

You better not.

That's our experience.

It's so unique.

It's like a fantasy.

That's the word.

No, no.

The word is wonderful.

I'm sorry.

I guess I got us both in a lot of trouble.

Not if I can get to a telephone.

Lisa, please let me help you.

I care about you.

I care about you very much.

This is so strange.

I feel like I should know you.

And I believe you.

That's good.

Hold that thought.

Because it's true.

Oh, my baby.

If I could only tell you the truth.

Hello? Hello. Stephen? Stephen Blake?

Yes, who's this?

Listen, I'm a friend. Please listen. Do I know you? Your voice, it sounds...

Listen, your daughter Lisa is in trouble.

You'll find her at 1421 Lancaster Boulevard. Bring the police.

Police? Yes.

Hurry.

Yes. Yes, all right.

Who was that?

It sounded like... Like who?

No.

Ah, the nervous young people.

Ah, Mr. Hurley, I see you've interrupted your little vacation, huh?

Aye, I have, and a timely thing it is too, Mr. Rourke. Now, borrowing me

that's one thing.

But this Dobbs person, signing his own name to my product, well, now that's

quite another.

But he did ban it.

Did he really now, Tattoo?

The sign -in, Mr. Rourke, was not part of the bargain.

Of course.

Your agreement to lend your talent for a weekend...

free of the stress of romance, can be terminated, if you so desire.

Well, desire it I do. And now where do I find this Mr. Kermit Dobbs, who signs

his name to my genius, drinks my wine, and then disappears into the night like

the thief he is?

If you'll follow me, I think I know where to find him. This way, please.

Why are you so unhappy?

Because... I love you.

Oh, God.

I love you, too.

Why should loving me make you unhappy?

It isn't loving you.

It's the thought of losing you.

What are you talking about?

You mean Mike?

I explained all that. Don't be silly.

No, no.

Not Mike.

Excuse me, Miss Dare, for giving trution on Mr. Dobbs, but I think you'll be

interested to know that Mr. O 'Herlihy wishes to terminate his agreement with

me. In short, you could be giving me back the box that you tried to force

me last night.

But, but, I'm not sure if I want to give it back just yet. Eh?

Well, there's something that I'd like to tell Miss Dare first.

Oh, well, the devil take you and your Miss Dare. I'll be having me talent back

right now.

And safe from the hands of such a greedy amateur as yourself.

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

Oh, no.

Wait, no, don't be telling me it was Texas, it was the country club, it was

Year's Eve.

Oh, we haven't got time for that now.

I just joined forces with some football player, and they're both looking for

you. Wrong, darling. We're through looking, you darn one. We found you.

Let's get him.

Well, seems like old times are back again. Ta -ta.

Why is it that every time I get in the mood for a little romance, everyone

decides to run ten laps around...

6 ,255.

wanted you to meet, but she's gone.

Whoever she was, I know that if it hadn't been for her,

I never would have understood.

About what, baby?

Thank you.

It's there, Mr.

Downs. How happy you both look.

Beautiful. I mean, it's there.

Thank you, Tattoo.

Oh, it's been a wonderful weekend.

And now we're looking forward to a wonderful life together.

Congratulation.

Mr. Rock, just a point of interest.

Whatever happened to Patrick and the others?

Mr. O 'Herlihy booked passage on a ship that left rather unexpectedly last

night. The other two gentlemen are still searching the hills, I believe. Isn't

that right, Stu? That's right, boss.

There's still one other thing I don't quite understand.

When Patrick grabbed the box, all the others thought that he... You know,

but... Who can explain the mysteries of true love,

Mr. Thomas?

Indeed, who would really want to?

I believe you're right, Mr. Rourke.

Thank you. Goodbye, Mr. Thomas. Is there?

Goodbye. Goodbye.

I don't get it. What?

What about the beauty mark on Miss Dare's painting?

I happen to know that the mark was, for lack of a better expression, merely an

ad lib by Mr. O 'Herlihy. I assure you, he didn't know Miss Dare existed.

Well, you could have told Mr. Dobbs about it. He think that she, uh, you

It is better this way, my friend.

Not knowing.

will help him remain a most attentive husband forever.

Mr. Rook, Tattoo, goodbye.

How can I ever thank you?

On very rare occasions, Mrs. Blake, it is our sincere pleasure, To say thank

to a guest.

Your example of courage, devotion, and love has made this such an occasion.

Thank you, Mrs. Blake.

And now I believe Tattoo has a very special memento for you.

The future you have given your daughter.

Your daughter, Lisa?

Your husband?

My new grandson.

Oh, Mr. Rourke.

To them, I'm going to live forever.

Has anyone ever been so lucky?