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Good morning, bud. Good morning.

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

Mr.

and Mrs. Thomas Wilkerson from Fort
Wayne, Indiana, who have recently

their 25th wedding anniversary.

They still look very happy, boss.

Yes, and they have had opportunity for
practice, Tattoo. You see, they've known

each other since they were in the sixth
grade of school together.

Let me guess.

Their fantasy is for him to be more
romantic?

Oh, but Mrs. Margaret Wilkerson is quite
satisfied with her husband's romantic

capabilities, Tattoo.

I get it. He wants her to be more
romantic.

No, no, Tattoo. Their combined fantasy
is, after all these happy years

to meet as if for the first time.

To meet as total strangers.

Why do they want to do that?

To prove to themselves and to each other
that they will fall in love now just as

they did some 40 years ago as children.

There is no problem, boss. They can
celebrate at the sweetheart ball

night. Perhaps.

Perhaps.

But when people tempt fate as they are
doing, the ending may be quite different

from the one they anticipate with such
confidence.

Those two. They look like they step out
of a Valentine's Day car.

A most appropriate observation to do.

That is Miss Pamela Archer and Mr. Jack
Foster from Bloomington, Illinois.

And they are very much in love with each
other, yes.

Why do they need a fantasy?

They've got already what most people
want.

Love? Yes, they have that.

But you see, Miss Archer's life, until
she met Mr. Foster a year ago, was the

most dangerous, even sordid one.

One she would desperately like to
forget.

So what's her fantasy, boss?

To live happily ever after?

No, no. Miss Archer's fantasy is to
begin what she hopes will be a wonderful

life by Mr. Foster asking her to marry
him.

That's an easy one for you to fix, boss.

How come you look so unhappy?

I am concerned for Miss Archer.

And I sincerely hope that in her case,

Her most unpleasant path does not become
her present.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Oh, Mr.

Rourke, I think it's just beautiful.

I had no idea my fantasy would come true
this fast.

Thank you. Well, I am delighted that you
are pleased, Miss Archer.

Everything is set, boss.

The wedding ceremony is tomorrow night
at the Spittard Ball. Very good, Tatou.

You certainly do make the wheels move
fast and without squeaking.

Say, you wouldn't like to, uh, to handle
my election campaign, would you?

Ah,

thank you, but I'm afraid that, uh,
elections and politics are not in our

Politics? Elections? Oh,

I'm sorry that I thought you knew that
Mr. Foster has a most promising

career ahead of him.

Indeed, his supporters are confident
that he will be the next governor of his

state. Oh, he will be, too.

Slight prejudice.

What do we do next?

Well, now that Miss Archer has approved
of her wedding gown, that is entirely up

to the two of you.

Well, I think we can find something to
do.

Thank you. You're very welcome, Miss
Posse.

Thank you.

I will call the designer and tell him
everything is okay.

Everything is okay, isn't it?

An ancient proverb says that the shadow
of person cast at morning will return to

haunt him at sunset.

Whether everything is okay or not will
depend on how Miss Archer reacts to that

truth.

I think this will always be my very
favorite place in the whole world.

Well, maybe we can get Mr. Rourke to put
up a plaque. You know, a monument that

says, let everybody know that this is
the favorite place in the world of

Archer Foster. Oh.

Is something wrong?

No, nothing.

Just a sudden thrill.

You really can make it happen, Mr. Gork.

Tom and I actually won't recognize each
other. That is correct, Mrs. Wilkerson.

You and your husband will be total
strangers, just as you both requested.

Think of it, Marge.

Falling in love all over again? Oh, I am
thinking about it. Oh, that exciting,

happy feeling.

Butterflies in your stomach.

Just dying to touch your hand.

It truly was love at first sight for
both of us.

A wonderful experience indeed.

But there is only one condition.

It is simply that you both return to
this bungalow tomorrow at midnight.

Well, it is in fact a double bungalow,
each with its own entrance.

You, Mrs. Wilkerson, will stay here.

That door connects to your bungalow, Mr.
Wilkerson, when it closes between the

two of you.

At that instant, you will both lose all
memory of each other.

When you have both returned tomorrow
night, the door will open again.

And your memories will be restored.

What happened?

If for some reason one of us forgets.

Oh, I assure you, neither you nor your
wife will forget.

But should either of you choose not to
return, then the fantasy cannot be

altered. You will continue to be total
strangers.

The memories of your past life together
will not return to either of you.

Oh, no chance of that. I mean... Honey,
are you sure you want to

go through with this?

You don't have any doubts about that, do
you, Tom?

Oh, not me. I... No, not me. Not really.

Neither do I.

Then if you'll step through the door,
Mr. Wickerson.

I love you, Marge.

No, I love you too, darling.

thoughtful of both of you to welcome me
to your lovely island.

I'm looking forward to every minute of
it here.

And I don't mind telling you I'm looking
forward to meeting someone.

Some dashing, romantic gentleman.

Tall, dark, and handsome will do.

Patience, my friend. The fantasy is just
beginning.

Mr. Ward, please.

Oh, I see.

No, I'll call him back. Thank you.

Hello, baby.

It's been a long time, honey. It's me,
Nicky. You remember?

Honey, I spent a lot of time and money
trying to find you.

Then I saw this picture of you and your
new boyfriend in the newspaper.

Now here we are together again, huh,
baby?

Nick five years ago. I walked out of
your life forever now get out of mine I

don't like it when you talk that way to
me Honey, we just can't push the cancel

button on everything. We've been to each
other I mean how I found you in the

street and put them high -class rags on
your back some brains in your head.

I Was only 16 years old I Remember all
right

Just all sugar and spice and everything
nice.

No!

That doesn't work anymore, Nick. I'm not
a frightened little girl looking for

someone to love her.

You think just because you grow older
that you automatically turn into some

of a saint, huh? Do you think that?

You listen to me and you listen good.

I want you to marry that big shot
boyfriend of yours, Mr. Jack Foster.

All I want from you is just a little
pillow talk, you know.

Make sure that some of my business deals
get the green light from the governor's

mansion.

Don't you know I'd die before I did
that?

Honey, we all gotta die sometime.

But I suggest that right now you think
about your Sir Galahad when I tell him,

the newspapers, and the television
people about his charming, innocent

bride.

i'll do it honey if i have to it's all
up to you you think

about it

I can see you have a great love for
music.

Oh, yes, I do.

And you do play beautifully.

Well, thank you.

That's a lovely compliment.

I'm just amazed that a man with your
talent would be playing here.

Oh, it's a nice place, but... Well,
you're very flattering.

And also beautiful.

Well, sir, I see you have met one of our
most charming guests. I'm happy to say

I have, Mr. Rock.

Although we haven't quite reached the
point of exchanging names.

Well, then allow me, Miss Margaret
Chase, may I present Maestro Roger

the world -renowned symphony conductor.

Oh, my gosh.

Well, I thought that you were just...
Well, never mind what I thought.

I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Rourke, but when
I actually realized what it meant...

That tomorrow you will be marrying the
man you love.

Yes, getting married.

I suddenly realized that I just wasn't
ready for it. The responsibilities and

the commitment.

Oh, I see.

And yet those responsibilities, the
commitment, the marriage is the very

of the fantasy you requested, isn't it?

Why don't you tell me the truth, Miss
Archer?

Tell me the real reason why you wish to
call off the wedding.

I have.

I'm just not ready for it.

It's still a woman's prerogative to
change her mind, you know?

Even if it breaks that woman's heart,
Miss Archer?

Even if it breaks the heart of the man
who loves her?

Yes.

Just cancel the wedding, please.

Keep going now.

Hop, hop, hop. Come on. Now keep it
moving and smile. All right. Come on.

Woo. Let's make it jazzy. All right.
Come on. Yeah. All right. Come on. And

stretch and swing. You got it. Yeah.
Come on. Woo. All right. Now make it

All right. Come on. Now do some swinging
and stretching.

Yeah. And stretch and up. And take it
right and left. Come on. Woo.

Ow. It feels good. Yeah.

And give it a beat. There you go. And
stretch, stretch to the right and the

left. Yeah, come on.

Move it. Hi.

Hello.

You're new in the class.

You're right about that. I'm sort of new
about everything, I guess.

Well,

we learn anything to start at the
beginning.

I guess you're right.

Well, they say that aggressive exercise
is the best exercise. Be aggressive.

Dinner tonight.

having such a wonderful time.

Mr. Alexander is a fascinating man.
Well, excellent.

Now Tattoo and I want you to meet
another fascinating man.

Mr. Tom Wilkerson, may I present Miss
Margaret Chase.

I feel sure that you two have a great
deal in common.

Yes. Well, we have things to do, eh,
Tattoo?

Will you excuse us? Sure. Of course.

I've been exercising.

Well, if you have nice legs, you could
show them.

Oh, that's kind. Thank you.

Well, it's sure nice weather we're
having, huh?

For this time of year.

Yeah.

I

must

admit. that I am concerned about this
fantasy tattoo.

Hey,

we were supposed to have lunch together,
remember?

I was looking all over for you.

I wanted to be by myself.

I can understand that.

Your wedding day and all, but I'm
starting to get worried.

I had to have some time to think, Jack.

Must have been something important.

It is. It's about you and me.

I'm sorry, Jack. I'm sorry if I hurt
you, but I've already asked Mr. Rourke

cancel the wedding.

I can't go through with it.

I've had to scratch too hard to get
where I am now, and it's too soon for me

give it all up and settle down with you
or with anybody.

When you've seen enough of this lovely
island, we'll go on a grand tour,

exploring the musical capitals of
Europe, Rome, Paris,

Vienna. Oh, Roger, I'm afraid I'm not
very much of an explorer.

I tried that when I was a girl scout and
I wound up with poison ivy.

But I did read the Life of Columbus one.

Well, it was a condensed version.

Condensed? Now, what if I were to
condense Beethoven?

Well, you would probably arrive home
early from work that night.

Margaret,

you are adorable.

One of a kind.

Oh, you know so much about the world.

Art, music, cities and countries that
are just names to me.

Oh, I can listen to you forever and ever
and ever and ever and ever.

Careful.

I may hold you to that.

That is a great exercise.

I gotta be honest with you, Tom.

It didn't come to fantasy island to
exercise.

At least not that kind of exercise.

Well, you don't have to exercise. I
mean, look at you. That beautiful shape.

Those gorgeous lines. I mean, that
wonderful body.

You sound like you're describing a used
car.

Oh, no.

No, I wouldn't describe you that way.

You're more like a new glossy Ferrari.

Brilliant.

Magnificent.

Terrific on the curves.

I think you've just turned the right
corner.

Huh? I've got a great idea.

How about if we take a little test
drive, Sergeant?

Test drive?

Yeah. Maybe a few spins around the
block.

Jack.

Hey, what is it? The little pre -wed
blue?

I rang the doorbell, and when you didn't
answer, I figured I'd just come in.

Wait.

You know, I've been thinking a lot about
you.

About the way it used to be.

Thinking about how great you look now.

About how much I love you.

Nothing, Nick.

Not even a flicker.

Well, then, I guess I'll just keep
trying until there is.

No, Nick, I don't have anything you want
anymore. I've taken care of that. What

do you mean by that?

Simple enough.

There isn't going to be any wedding.

I canceled it.

I don't believe you.

Well, that's up to you, but it's easy
enough to prove one way or another,

it?

Why would you do that?

You wouldn't understand, Nick.

No, I wouldn't.

But if you're not lying to me, then I've
wasted a lot of time and money.

And you owe me, baby.

So if you're not leaving this island as
Mrs. Jack Foster, then you're going to

leave with me.

Sure. Why not?

What are you drinking?

Ginger ale.

I'll have the same, please.

It, uh... It was nice of Mr. Rourke to
introduce us, wasn't it? Oh, he's such a

nice man.

Listen, uh... Have you made any plans
for tonight's sweetheart ball? I mean,

somebody taking you?

Well, I hope so.

But to tell you the truth, Tom, I'm
afraid I'm a ginger ale woman with

dreams. Thank you.

Nothing wrong with that.

I'm sort of the ginger ale type myself.

Well, at least we have something in
common, then.

Hey, let's drink to that.

Cheers.

Oh, Margaret.

Here you are. Sorry I'm late.

Oh, Roger.

Can I present Tom... Tom... Wilkerson.

Roger Alexander.

Nice to meet you.

Margaret and I, we were discussing how
much we had in common.

Common?

I can assure you there's nothing common
about Margaret.

As a matter of fact, I think she's one
of the most extraordinary women I've

had the pleasure of meeting.

I must talk to you alone, my dear. It's
very important.

Of course.

I'll talk to you later. You'll excuse
us, please?

Yeah.

You can take the ginger ale. I'll have a
bourbon.

Make it a double.

Very nice of you. You have done an
excellent job.

Thank you, boss.

Oh, I almost forgot.

You remember I mentioned a very special
and important assignment for you?

Oh, yes.

Well, I am now ready to proceed, if you
are.

Oh, I'm ready.

Well, am I ready for it, boss?

On Valentine's Day, we must have a
cupid.

Cupid? Indeed.

It is said that this golden shaft was
unearthed on Mount Olympus, the seat of

the gods, and that it has all the power
of Cupid's darts to strike love in the

human heart.

Who am I going to shoot?

I will tell you when the time comes.
What you must remember is that you have

one arrow.

It must be used wisely.

Look at you. You look so elegant.

I use it wisely.

Are you saying, Miss Chase...

That you are leaving with Mr. Alexander
for Rome? Oh, yes, I'm so excited.

Isn't it wonderful?

I feel like Cinderella.

Yes, but I would remind you that
Cinderella had a deadline, and so do

It is essential for you to return to
your bungalow at midnight tonight.

Oh, Mr. Roark, I have just met the most
fascinating man who wants me to fly off

with him into a whole new life of
travel, concerts.

Exploring the world, being together.

All I ask, Miss Chase, is to postpone
your departure. That's all.

Forgive me for asking, but... Does Mr.
Alexander love you?

Of course, he must.

Well, he wouldn't ask me to fly off with
him to Rome unless he... Unless his

concept of love were perhaps different
from yours.

I'm not sure I care.

Oh, Mr. Rourke, don't you see?

If I wait, Roger might turn into a
pumpkin.

No, I assure you, Mr. Alexander will
remain the same man he is. It was

Cinderella who changed.

Remember that.

Think about it, Miss Chase.

Think about it very seriously.

I promise.

I don't expect you to understand, Mr.
Rourke.

How could you?

I... All I can say is that I did what
had to be done.

I sincerely hope so, Miss Archer.

When you canceled the wedding, I
suspected that due perhaps to some past

unpleasant experiences in your life, you
were making what might be a most

gallant gesture.

And if only you would... No.

It was totally selfish, I'm afraid.

I see.

I was about to say that if you had
trusted a little more in the depth of

fiancé's love for you...

If even now you will reconsider.

It's out of the question, I'm afraid.

Look, I'd like to thank you for all you
tried to do.

And now if you'll excuse me, I've got to
pack.

I'm leaving right away.

Alone, Miss Archer?

Sorry to disappoint you.

I'm leaving with Nick Corbin.

Oh, isn't it beautiful? Just like a
fairyland.

Yes, isn't it, darling? But then...

You haven't seen Rome.

I shouldn't have let you talk me into
delaying our flight.

Oh, not for long, Roger.

Long enough.

Wait here, please. I'll be right back. I
want to make sure our charter plane is

on time.

But, Roger, I...

Wild,

isn't it? Yeah.

You could dance all night.

Really?

You know something? I think I've just
about had it.

Excuse me, could you help me on?

Hey, no problem.

Let's go.

Your friend is some kind of dancer.

Oh, she's something, all right. And I'm
not too sure if she's my friend.

Mind if I sit down?

Oh, sit.

I need a break. As you can see, I'm no
John Travolta.

Well, that kind of dancing is not very
romantic.

More like a physical endurance test.

for a change of pace.

Now, that's my kind.

Say, would you like to, I mean, would
you like... Well, why not?

That's my kind of music, too.

May I?

Of course.

You're really terrific.

Well, you're not so bad yourself.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry I took so long, Margaret.

Will you pardon us, please?

Enjoying the party, Mr. Wilkerson?

Yes, I was there for a minute, Mr. Roy.

Please excuse me.

The plane will be here first thing in
the morning, darling.

And then, a whole new wonderful season
for both of us.

I had hoped that we could spend our
first night together above the clouds.

Literally, darling.

But then, my bungalow can be heaven,
too.

With you.

Roger, I'm not used to moving quite this
fast.

My sweet and innocent little Valentine.

That is exactly what makes you so
charming.

And desirable.

There is one condition, that you both
return to this bungalow tomorrow at

midnight.

What is it?

Oh, I got my wings back.

Perhaps just in time, my friend.

Mr. Wilkerson has gone inside, but...
Margaret?

No.

Shoot anybody yet.

Well, then, as Cupid's representative,
there is only one thing left for you to

do. Shoot the arrow into the air, my
friend.

In the air? In the air, Tattoo. Let his
destiny be decided by Eros himself, the

god of love.

Memories. So beautiful.

Oh, our memories, darling.

To share and to keep.

Stay my Valentine, always.

This

nightboat

we're taking isn't much, you know.

Why don't we wait and take the plane in
the morning?

Catch up on old times tonight.

I'm leaving tonight with you or without
you.

Okay, darling. All right.

Mr. Roark told me you're leaving the
island.

Yes.

Pam, I... I want you to stay.

I want us to be married tonight, just as
we planned.

I can't.

Pam, listen, there's... There's nothing
about you or about your past...

That I don't know.

Well, that's what calling the wedding
off is all about, isn't it?

You and... And that...

And what I'm trying to say is that when
you're in

politics, the people around you, they...
They check out everybody that's...

Important to you or to your future.

Say, how about that, darling?

The hero hears the forgiven time.

You've known all along?

Why is that a no?

That you were starved for compassion
and... and love?

Oh, Jack.

Well, listen. I'd like to propose a
little toast.

The blushing bride and the understanding
groom here.

The three of us.

Together.

Jack!

That was a mistake, hero.

Oh, Mr. Kogan, you being on this island
is a mistake.

He can still spoil everything for Jack,
Mr. Rourke.

No, Miss Archer.

Mr. Nick Corbin will spoil nothing for
either of you.

He's fleeing into the waiting arms of
several law enforcement agencies who

been in touch with me about him. He will
be spending a great many years removed

from the public scene, I assure you.

And now, if you'll excuse me, I have a
few things to do before attending a

wedding.

I am told that the bride and groom -to
-be are a most charming couple.

That too, what's wrong?

The rings.

I can find them.

You put them on your fingers so you
wouldn't lose them.

Dearly beloved, we have come together
here to witness and bless the joining

together of this man and this woman in
holy matrimony.

The body and covenant of marriage was
established by God in creation, and holy

scripture commands it to be honored
among all people.

The union of husband and wife in heart,
body, and mind is intended for their

mutual joy, for their help and comfort.

And such a union is not to be entered
into lightly or unadvisedly, but

reverently, deliberately, and in
accordance with the purposes for which

instituted.

Mr. and Mrs. Foster, again, my
congratulations.

To tell you the truth, for a minute
there, I didn't know whether we'd get

through that ceremony or not.

But we finally did, thanks to Tattoo
getting the rings off his fingers. Yes.

Oh, it's nothing, it's nothing.

Goodbye,

Mr. Rourke, and thank you for
everything.

Yes, and that goes double for me.

Will you send us an invitation to your
inauguration, Mr. Foster?

You can count on it.

Tattoo?

Goodbye. Goodbye, Miss Forster.

Another happy couple, boss.

Yes, Tattoo, I have learned an important
lesson, which was once stated quite

simply by a great writer. It is that the
supreme happiness of life is the

conviction of being loved for yourself,
or more correctly...

Being loved in spite of yourself.

Thank you, Mr. Rourke. And thank you and
your wife, Mr. Wilkerson, for helping

to prove once again that love and faith
are everlasting qualities.

Well, I just want to say this was the
happiest Valentine's Day we've ever had.

And we are delighted.

Goodbye, Mr. Coyne. Goodbye, Mr. Coyne.
Goodbye, sir.

Love is beautiful, but... Indeed,
Tattoo. Of life's myriad fantasies, love

without a doubt the most wondrous of
them all.