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Good morning, boss.

Good morning, tattoo.

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

So she came after all.

Who is she, Bob?

Miss Vicki Lee, a very capable journalist.

whose fantasy is to spend the weekend as the guest of the famous silent film

star Claude Duncan, who next to Valentino was the greatest matinee idol

day. Is he the same Claude Duncan who built a chateau here on Fantasy Island?

The very same tattoo, and he still lives there.

Alone. But, boss, he must be very old.

Why should a beautiful young lady want to go there?

Miss Lee plans to write a biography of her beloved grandmother, a beautiful and

tragic actress.

Becky Lee.

Oh, I see.

Claude Duncan knew Becky, right?

Very well indeed, Tattoo. They starred together in several films, all classics

now. And in real life, they became lovers. And then... Becky Lee died a

mysterious death.

And I am very much afraid that Miss Lee's probing into the past may place

a present danger more frightening than she can imagine.

He looks like the Hatfield and McCoy.

Close, the two. Close.

The very attractive young lady is Miss Ruthann McAllister.

With her are her two brothers, Amos and Otis, and their aunt, Miss Clora

McAllister, leader of the McAllister clan.

What about the other bunch?

The young man is Mr. R .J. Scoggins.

His brother, Bobby Joel.

and their uncle, Mr. Norris Scoggins, leader of their clan.

They are all from Eagle Mountain, Tennessee, and the two clans have a long

history of feuding and bloodshed.

The two clan leaders, Miss Flora McAllister and Mr. Norris Scoggins, have

requested the same fantasy, that their respective clans be the first to find a

legendary homemade whiskey called White Lightning and acquire exclusive rights

to the recipe of this wondrous nectar.

But boss, how can you give the same fantasy to both of them?

As usual, the two in your most penetrating manner, you have placed your

on the heart of a most dangerous and explosive situation.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

This is my grandmother, Becky Lee, as she appeared with Claude Duncan in the

silent movie classic Love and Desire.

It was a tragedy she died so young.

Well, I never knew her, of course, but my parents have told me all about her.

That's why I have to know why she died. Why?

I understand how you feel, Miss Lee.

Obviously, you did not get my telegram advising you against coming.

Oh, I got it all right, Mr. Rourke.

But what can possibly be dangerous about an octogenarian former movie actor?

It's more than just that, Miss Lee.

The two is right.

There is a great deal you don't know about Mr. Duncan.

For instance, he has lived in total seclusion for the last 50 years.

Then it's about time he had a visitor.

Besides, I already sent him a letter saying I was coming.

I could forbid you to go near his chateau, Miss Lee.

But as you can see, I haven't. Therefore, I am granting you your

Oh, thank you, Mr. Rourke.

And she won't have to worry about me. I can take care of myself.

I sincerely hope so, Miss Lee.

You may encounter certain phenomena here which will most assuredly force you to

call upon all your reserve of courage.

Good luck, Miss Lee.

Thank you.

Who are you?

I'm Vicki Lee.

Oh, yes, of course, the leather.

Please don't think me rude, Miss Lee. It's just that you're so like your

grandmother. It's remarkable.

I've been told that before.

I don't mean to stare either, but you're the reincarnation of Claude Duncan.

And I've been told that before.

So, we share surprises.

I'm his grandson, Carl.

He showed me your letter accepting his invitation.

Oh, that explains it.

You see, I was told that Mr. Duncan lived here alone.

Oh, perfectly true.

Until a few days ago when he caught a nasty chill, I flew up from the West

to take care of him.

But where are my manners?

Please, let's go in.

First, let me assure all of you that there is such a brew as white lightning.

Perhaps a sip.

A drop or two to roll upon the tongue.

To savor.

A promise of things to come.

That's good.

That's all.

I have given a great deal of thought to your individually arrived at but

identical fantasies, and I have decided upon what I sincerely hope you will both

accept as an equitable and fair solution.

Mr. Rourke, I've found I can judge a man just like I can a hunting dog by the

set of his teeth and the look of his eye.

You've got a good set of both.

Thank you, Mr. Scuggins.

I say the proof of the pudding is in the eating.

What's this here solution yours, Mr. Borg?

A contest, if you will, Mrs. McAllister.

This map shows the exact location of the remote area

where the still which produces the white lightning is located.

I am now tearing it in two in such a way that you will both be able to find the

still with some difficulty, naturally.

But not so either of you will have an advantage over the other.

Sounds fair to me.

Couldn't be fair.

Thank you.

Of course, if your two clans were to join forces, share the map together,

you could both immediately share in whatever rewards the recipe of the

might bring you.

Well, I think maybe we could... Maybe you'd better get ready to go. I know it.

Perhaps you're right, Tattoo.

You will find that the still is tended by an old gentleman who will be sole

witness to the winner. His proclamation will be final.

Tattoo and I will meet you at the waterfall in one hour. At that time, I

give each clan its share of the map and see to it that the contest is off to a

fair start.

We'll be there.

Come on, boy.

We'll be there, too.

Teach her on time.

Guide to McAllister, boys! Get for cover!

Amazing. How like Becky you are.

I hope you haven't been bored while I attended to Grandfather.

Not at all. I'm afraid he's still not well enough to see you. You're going to

have to put up with me as your host.

Oh, I don't think I'll mind.

To be honest, I never knew that your grandfather ever married.

Oh, he didn't.

But he did have a son.

My father.

You could say I'm the family secret.

You and your father are certainly a very well -kept secret.

And I must say, you bring all kinds of fascinating questions to mind.

I can guess one of them.

Who was the lady? My grandmother?

Well, let me assure you, Miss Lee, we're not related.

It wasn't your grandmother.

She was perhaps the greatest beauty of her day.

And I know my grandfather loved her very much.

But after her death, he found what solace he could elsewhere.

You know, it's uncanny how like your grandfather you are.

Even the way you move.

I'm sure he'll be flattered to know you're such a fan of his.

Oh, I've seen all his movies. I've read all of his letters to my grandmother

over and over.

Becky meant everything to him.

There was never anyone else.

Not really.

I know.

Their love affair is a wonderful part of Hollywood history.

When will I be able to see him?

He'll let me know when he feels up to it. In the meantime, we can talk.

You see, Miss Lee...

I am grandfather's only confidant.

I may even know things about him you won't want to hear.

R .J., are you here?

R .J., who's there?

R .J.

Come on.

Oh, R .J., what's going to happen to us?

I don't know.

If we can keep our kinfolk from killing each other off, I'll think of something.

If they found out about it, they'd shoot us first.

Yeah?

Looky here, I got me an idea.

I'll misread our part of the map on purpose and get us lost.

What for?

So you can win.

You get the recipe for the White Lightning. Your family's happy.

My family goes out of the moonshining business, and you and me live the rest

our lives together.

If it could only really happen.

It will.

I promise you.

You just leave it to me, Ruthann.

Look, honey, I could do the same for you.

I could get up, Loft. I could.

Hey, I thought of it first.

Okay?

I love you, Ruthann.

I love you too, R .J.

Thank you.

It looks pretty corny, I know.

But the way Becky actually delivered that line on the set was...

Or so my grandfather said.

She had incredible passion.

And then the kiss.

Today that would get a G rating, but in those days...

I think you're just as avid a fan as I am.

I confess.

To tell you the truth, I've always envied my grandfather's amorous

Too soon the play has run its course.

Yes.

I'd better unpack if you'll show me my room.

Are you a little frightened?

Of what?

Of me?

Or your own feelings, Vicki?

The loneliness?

I felt it as I kissed you just now.

A girl like you shouldn't be without love.

That's what the movies are all about, you know.

Always have been, right from the start.

Romance. An escape from loneliness and the boredom of everyday life.

Believe me, I know, Vicki, because I've been lonely for a very long time.

And if this was a movie, right about now I'd have a line like, the moment you

walked in, I knew it was meant to be.

Please, Carl.

Your room is at the top of the stairs.

First door on the left.

Until later, Becky.

I am exceedingly disappointed and angry.

I will not tolerate the use of firearms on Fantasy Island.

And I assure you that I will not accept an innocent expression on your faces

either as an excuse or as a promise of your good conduct henceforth.

Now, looky here, Mr. Rourke. I want you to know I don't hold with no ambushing.

Well, wasn't my idea. First shot, pretty near took my foot off. That's right.

That Otis was trying to cripple him.

I don't miss that close.

Amos can't hit the side of a barn. I'd have winged him, but he was moving.

Silence!

Everyone.

Now, you will start by divergent trails.

Using these pieces of the map... And a little trial and error.

Each group will, in due time, find a mountain and a still. The first one to

so will be the winner.

No, no, no, no. Please, please, step back.

Please, will you?

Thank you.

No, I believe I will put the maps into the safekeeping of Miss Flora

McAllister and Mr.

Norris Coggins.

Is that all there is to it? That's all there is to it. And, of course, I expect

the contest to be held in the spirit of fair play and sportsmanlike conduct.

Good luck.

Hey, little brother.

Don't you go cutting my time. I got plans on cornering that little fox in a

field one day myself.

Who knows? We're heading down to some strange country now.

Might find time for a little hunting along the way.

Oh, television.

Mr. Rohr.

Please forgive this somewhat unusual intrusion, Miss Lee.

Unfortunately, it's the only way I can reach you. I wanted to make certain

you're all right.

Perfectly fine, thank you.

I'm relieved to hear that, but we may not have much time. May I ask, what is

your first impression of Mr. Claude Duncan?

I haven't met him yet, but I find his grandson charming.

His grandson?

Ah, you see, there are things that even you don't know.

My book is going to be sensational.

And doing the research may just turn out to be the most exciting part of all.

Miss Lee, I assure you, Mr. Duncan has no grandson.

I've just been with him.

We had a wonderful, unexpected time together.

You must not commit yourself in any way.

Above all, you must not become emotionally involved with this man your

life.

In the morning, I will try to establish contact with you again, and at that

time, we will determine the best way to... Mr.

Rourke?

Mr. Rourke?

Mr. Rourke?

She has come to me.

From nowhere, she has come to me, Great Pan.

And now our covenant shall be renewed as you ordained five decades ago.

Take a look at that map, Aunt Cora.

Yep.

It's ripped right smack dab down the center. Know what I think?

You ain't much noted for thinking, Amos.

Well, look at who's talking here now, Missy.

Never mind about that now. What was you saying, Amos?

I think that Mr. Rourke ripped this map down the center of this here lagoon on

purpose. Sent us down one side and Scoggins down the other just to keep us

apart. So what if he did? We ain't here to fight.

So if he did, little sister, them Scoggins is right over there somewhere

now.

And so is the other half of this here map.

Mr. Rourke says we is to do everything fair and square.

This is fair and square for us.

Now, you boys look here.

Ruthann's right.

Mr. Rourke, if we do anything wrong, he's going to kick us right off this

island. Ain't going to be any rough stuff, Aunt Clara.

We're going to get that map nice and polite, ain't we?

Sure. Can't put no holes through nobody with no guns.

But we don't need that map.

We're gonna beat them anyway.

How do you know that, little girl?

Uh, I just know we will.

Don't matter what you think you know, okay, Ruthann?

We're gonna do it our way, ain't we, Otis? Damn right we're gonna do it our

Now, you two stay right here. This won't take long.

With the whole map, we'll be lapping up that white lighting before them Scoggins

can say, Otis McAllister!

Is there something the matter with you, girl?

Yes.

Duncan, I have come for Miss Lee.

She came here of her own free will, Rourke.

And now that she is here, she stays.

I offer you redemption in return for Miss Lee's life.

I need no redemption.

The god Pan will preserve me forever.

If you harm Miss Lee...

You will be giving yourself over to evil totally and eternally.

I already belong to Pan, body and soul.

I gave him Becky.

Becky Lee was a voluntary victim, corrupted by your evilness. Her

will not submit herself voluntarily, and she is innocent.

Then that is her worry, Rourke, and yours.

When you confined me within these walls and limited my powers to the chateau,

you forfeited your own powers over me.

That was our pact, but I'd remind you that it ends at midnight.

By that time, Vicky will be dead, and I will be beyond your reach forever.

To take Miss Lee, you must destroy me first.

R .J.? Let me see that map, Uncle Norris.

Well, that's right, Bobby Joe.

We must have been following the lagoon curve and just curving around in a

circle. And McAllister's probably gained a whole hour on us.

Listen, let's cut over this way. Follow this canyon around that way. You're

crazier than a billy goat in spring. That's gonna take us plumb off the map.

That's right. Bobby Joe's right.

The person that thanked you is trying to get us lost, R .J.

Uncle Norris, won't you and R .J. just follow that old lagoon around here?

It's going to be dark in about an hour anyway.

I'm just going to scout out that ridge over there, see what can I see.

That sounds reasonable.

You got an opinion, R .J.? I guess it can't hurt.

Uncle Norris.

You got a problem?

I've been thinking about that white lightning.

Getting that recipe really mean that much to you?

More than anything I ever wanted in my whole life, boy.

And we ain't gonna get it standing here talking.

Dancing upside down on the wind. Ain't that a pretty sight.

Get me down from here, you ugly poor cat.

Oh, don't worry, old man. We'll cut you down on our way back after we get the

white lightning.

Now, don't you go away.

Yeah? Come on.

Proud to see you, Mr. Rourke.

Lucky for us, you happened along.

Most fortunate, yes.

Otis and Amos got the map.

I guess they must have found the mountain in the still by now.

Well, considering what is at stake, Mr. Scoggins, the possibility doesn't seem

to overexcite you in the least.

You know, I've been noticing that too, Mr. Rourke.

Sometimes I worry that the wear and tear of propagation just plain thinned out

the Scoggins' blood too much. Don't you worry none about my blood.

Well, I do, boy, I do. What happens now, Mr. Rourke? Are we beat?

Oh, no.

Not at all, no.

Even with the map, it will be morning before your adversaries can reach the

mountain. No.

And in consideration of the unfair tactics employed by them, I will point

shortcut which will give you an equal opportunity to still win the contest.

Balls of fire. Did you hear that, boy?

Point away, Mr. Rourke. Old Bobby Joe got himself lost, but as soon as we find

him, we'll be on our way. Just point it out.

Just follow that trail, Mr. Scoggins. I have a feeling you'll find your nephew

ahead of you somewhere.

I wish the both of you good luck in your quest.

Forget the gear, boy. Come on.

Carl?

You there?

Painting? It's horrible. It's so evil.

The painting.

It's you.

Yes. There, you see, the Claude Duncan that I could have become.

And here, here you see the Claude Duncan that is.

Never changing.

Forever young.

I don't believe it.

What?

You don't believe your own eyes?

It was all so simple.

Bring me a sacrifice, said the great god Pan.

Bring me a blood sacrifice.

And all the ravages of old age and all the corruption of evil will be etched

only upon your portrait.

You will be as you are for 50 years.

Young, unmarked, virile.

It can't be true.

Oh, but it is, my dear.

It is.

It was Becky's gift of love to me.

That's how your grandmother died, you know, for me.

Willingly. A sacrifice to the great god Pan.

I loved her, you know.

I truly did.

Even now, I still weep for her.

Oh, no.

But when I first saw you, I knew.

You were Becky reincarnate.

Becky returned to again be sacrificed. Because you knew that tonight at

midnight, the 50 years will end.

But a new covenant will be forged in your blood.

And I will remain as I am.

Oh, help me, Grandmother.

Help me.

What do you suppose Otis and Amos is up to?

You worried about it?

Always have.

Always will.

I'm more like their mo than their aunt.

Always worried about what might happen to them or what they might make happen

somebody else.

Worry about you too, girl.

What about you, Aunt Clara?

What about me?

How come you never fell in love with anybody?

What makes you think I haven't?

Who was it?

How come you never got married?

Maybe I'll tell you about it someday.

RJ, are you here?

It's been R .J., has it?

You let me go, Bobby Joe.

It's good for one Scoggins. It's good for all Scogginses. This shall kill you.

R .J. killed his own brother over at Macalester.

A Scogginses has got a saying, little honey.

Share and share alike.

That's good, good.

That's the stuff we give to troops.

That's it. We found a still.

Look.

The Scoggins. They're too late. We were here first.

Let's get them.

We won.

We won. We won.

I've seen it. We won.

Stop that fighting.

Now.

I'll decide who's the winner here.

Have you forgotten what Mr. Rock told you?

Huh?

You, you.

Come here.

Come over here.

Now you let the young man taste white lightning.

No, no, he don't need no taste.

Nor you, nor you.

What you call white lightning is indeed a

wondrous nectar.

A single taste transforms a drinker into a person of

compassion and brotherly love.

Permanently.

I am sorry about that, Bobby Joe.

No hard feelings, huh? Oh, sure.

You are nothing.

And now, Miss McAllister and Mrs. Coggins, I believe it's time to reveal

true fantasy of your aunt and your uncle.

You see, they too have been in love with each other for many years.

But the feud between your families kept them apart.

Stole away their youth and broke their heart.

The true fantasy was to make certain...

But the same thing didn't happen to you.

Well, their fantasy is now complete.

But yours... Yours is only beginning.

Great. Pan, from the mountains and the forests of your dark

domain, I beseech your presence, master, to receive your

sacrifice.

You're too late.

You can't enter the pentacle. The pact ended at midnight, Duncan.

We are now frozen in an instant of time between the death of the old day and the

birth of the new.

Look at the clock.

A trick.

Pan will renew my covenant.

No.

No, he cannot.

Not until the new day has begun.

There is always a way, Duncan.

Throughout human history, fire has been the great cleanser, consuming the waste

matters of plague and pestilence, devouring corruption,

purifying the tainted earth and cauterizing the wounds of the world.

Let the flames cleanse you too.

Let them take you to your rest.

No.

Thank you, Mr. Rourke.

Thank you for freeing me at last.

Ah, Becky.

My love.

My love.

Mr. Rourke.

Did you see? Did you hear?

Yes, Miss Lee.

The real Claude Duncan and your grandmother together at last forever.

What the flames destroyed was not a man, but only an evil dream.

The shadow of reality.

Forgive me, my love.

Forgive me. No more pain, Claude. No more loneliness.

Aunt Clora or Uncle North anywhere, and it's time to leave.

Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot to tell you. They decided to stay on here for a few

days. And get reacquainted?

Well, that sly old dog.

Oh, I'm so glad. They deserve so much.

Thank you for everything, Mr. Rourke. That goes double for me. Thank you very

much. Oh, by the way, may I ask, what are your plans when you return to Eagle

Mountain, Tennessee?

Well, right after we get married, Otis and Amos and Bobby Joe and I are

a new business.

I didn't know that.

Where are the boys, anyway?

Oh, I'm sorry, honey. They caught an early plane to get things started.

You see, we're combining the Scoggins and McAllister land and splitting

peanut and sweet potatoes. Maybe even a little sorghum, too.

Now, it's going to be an equal partnership, of course.

Well, I figure that in five years' time, we'll be in close.

White lightning strike again, boss.

Indeed, that's true.

Indeed.

Mr. Rourke, you wanted to refuse my fantasy, and you were right. But I am

came. I understand.

Destiny often works in strange but wonderful ways.

Now you can go home and write your book about your grandmother.

Yes, but a very different kind of book from the one I had planned to.

I'm sure it will be a success.

After all, it's basically a love story, isn't it?

Yes, a love story.

Thank you, Mr. Rourke.

Thank you, Miss Lee. Goodbye. Goodbye.

Boss, I wonder what it would be like to be young forever.

Well, if you wish that too, I will see if I can arrange a sitting for you with

the same artist who painted that picture of Mr. Duncan, you know?

Oh, no, boss, oh, no. I was just wondering. Uh -huh.

What's a gray hair or two?

Oh, that's right, yes.