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Bye.

Good morning, Bart. Good morning,
Gretel.

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

Oh, that's Clay Garrett.

I saw him on TV.

He's the star of True World Adventure.

Yes, the two. And the attractive young
lady is Miss Carrie Dawson.

She's a researcher and scriptwriter.

The gentleman with the camera is Mr. Tom
Spencer, Mr. Garrett's partner.

Boss. Hmm?

We're on TV.

Stay chill.

Are they here to film one of their true
adventures?

Yes, but I'm afraid true adventure
tempts fate itself and almost certainly

imperil all their lives.

You see, Tattoo, Miss Dawson's fantasy
is to solve a world -famous mystery that

occurred nearly 50 years ago.

What mystery?

A noted flyer and explorer of that time,
a Miss Wilma Dietrich, disappeared with

her plane while flying near here in an
area which became known as the Devil's

Triangle. So Miss Downsend wants to
duplicate that flight?

Precisely. And there is, unfortunately,
the complication of another kind of

triangle. You mean, uh...

Yes, Miss Dawson is totally unaware that
both Mr. Garrett and Mr. Spencer are

deeply in love with her.

Mr. Charles Raines, a mailman from
Templeton, California.

He is a jazz enthusiast who used to play
with a high school band.

What is fantasy, Buck?

He wishes to play a very special kind of
jazz, to play it perfectly.

Play it as it was conceived back in the
early days in New Orleans.

You mean like Dick Spiderbeck, Jolly
Roll Morton, and Louis Armstrong?

Yes. And in particular, a Mr.

Camptown Dodds.

But I doubt if Mr. Raines realizes the
possible dangers of his fantasy.

What danger?

How can he get hurt listening to music?

Jazz was born in a stormy era, too.

Its vitality reflects many passions,
love and laughter, but also the pain and

violence of those times. Mr. Raines will
never really understand the music

unless he experiences all those emotions
himself.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

I am asking all of you, but especially
Miss Dawson, to reconsider your plans.

Oh, come on, Mr. Roark.

We're the team that survived storms,
wild animals, and once the remote island

tribe had us penciled in for the dinner
menu.

Clay's right, Mr. Roark. So, as they
say, let's get the show on the road.

However, I remind all of you that in
recreating the exact meteorological

conditions that existed 50 years ago
when Miss Dietrich disappeared,

I have also had to recreate whatever
unknown phenomena

existed at that time.

Well, we wouldn't have it any other way.

Then you have only to get into the
rover, follow that trail over there, and

fate will be in your own hands.

That's all?

That's all.

This trail has got the end of the
landing strip. That's the only answer

worried about is a video clip I should
be taping all this Hey, we do what mr.

Rourke said it'll all work out fine.

Have a little faith You

couldn't

wish for a smoother takeoff courtesy of
mr. Rourke

come in, Mr. Raines.

Please have a seat, won't you?

You look troubled.

Well, to tell you the truth, I think I'm
a little scared.

Of what, may I ask?

Maybe of actually having my fantasy
fulfilled.

Actually meeting Camptown Dodge.

You see, I'm just an amateur.

I haven't played an instrument since
high school.

Perhaps you should have been a
professional musician yourself, huh?

No, no.

I'm realistic about one fact, Mr. Roark.

And that is I don't have a real talent
for music.

Except listening.

Well, I'm sure we can do something about
that.

After all, this is your fantasy, Mr.
Raines.

Take it.

Cornet?

I don't play horn.

Try it. Just a few notes.

Try it, Mr. Raines.

He does not play at home.

Well, however, take the instrument along
anyway.

Perhaps you will improve.

Now, if you'll come this way, Mr.
Raines, Tattoo.

Thank you, Tattoo.

You'll be less conspicuous in that
clothing.

These? It was a flamboyant period, Mr.
Raines.

Well, now, boy, are you going to play
that thing or are you going to stand

and look pretty?

Oh, well, I don't... Oh, come on now,
brother.

Blow. Blow for old Camptown.

As a matter of fact, blow nice and sweet
for my friend here so he knows that

you're sorry that he's gone and going on
to a better place than this.

Camptown Dodds?

At your service.

Okay, let's hear it, sport.

All right.

You asked for it.

Declare Billy Joe we done found
ourselves a new horn man? Sure enough!

New is right, Camp Town!

New is right!

Well, come on, handsome. Let's rush.

Hey, Lieutenant, you can get rid of Camp
Town. Just frame the new guy.

These headings that Mr. Roark marked on
the chart lead straight to nowhere.

Take a look at his compass.

It's swinging all over.

That thing's going crazy.

It's not the only thing that's going
haywire.

Look.

mind of her own.

I can't pull her out.

Around here somewhere they lost contact
with Wilma Dietrich.

She was never heard from again.

Mayday, mayday.

The radio's dead.

Clay, look, over there. There's an
island.

I'll try and get it there.

Right runner, Carrie. Help me.

All right.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I want you to do something for me,
honey. I want you to take him up to your

room. Because Lord knows that's the only
way I'm going to get the pan customers

to start doing some pan.

Wait a minute, Mama.

We ain't going to do no playing for a
while.

Me and the boys, well, we got some
business we want to settle up with

I think you know what I mean.

There's magic in his horn, and he'll
learn.

Me, well, I'm satisfied.

How about you all?

Play with me anytime.

Anytime. Well, let's drink to it.

Billy Joe, go out and fetch that swamp
juice, gal.

Camp town, what are we celebrating?

What's the occasion?

Oh, now, wait a minute.

This little shot glass here, it just
ain't fitting.

This is a special occasion, initiation
for our new front man.

Me? No, no. Camp town, I don't... That's
better.

What do you mean, new front man?

You thinking about retiring?

Oh, you're going to have to knock that
back in one.

It's a tradition down here.

Oh, I get it. It's all part of the
fantasy, huh?

Mr. Rourke put you up to it, right?

Mr. Rourke?

Who's Mr. Rock?

That's it, Charlie. Go on. Down, down,
down.

Come on, Charlie.

Come on.

Down, down, down.

What's next?

Go on upstairs and get acquainted with
Billy Joe, like Mama said.

That's if your legs can navigate them
stairs.

Oh, well, here.

Come on, Charlie.

Everything is so numb.

I'm sorry, Charlie, but now you belong.

I guess I'm gonna have to try real hard
to live a couple of more days and help

you shake them wobbly blues.

What do you mean, live a couple of days
more?

Well, uh... Charlie, uh... I'm gonna
die.

Sure as... shooting.

Yeah.

I'll be dead soon enough.

And you're gonna be running the band.

It's no joke, Charlie.

It's no joke.

Well, looks like we lost our landing
gear.

Looks like we're going to be stuck here
for a while, kiddies, wherever here is.

Doesn't seem to bother you.

Why should it?

As Kerry pointed out, we're alive.

And I've got my love to keep me warm.
And you've got enough videotape to make

feature out of it.

Just another true adventure.

Is that the way you see it, hero?

You better read that script again.

Because I'll tell you where here is.

It's an uncharted island.

In the middle of an area where some
strange conditions occur.

He's right, Clay.

That color we saw up there, so vivid.

range movement.

Wait, wait. Are you trying to sell me
Devil's Triangle?

Right. Well, sell our public. The
ratings need it.

Rourke certainly came through with what
Carrie asked for.

A fantasy.

Worth a million dollars of free
publicity.

Look, uh, you don't understand.

Carrie could have been killed. We could
have been killed.

Look, Tom, if you've got a problem, you
don't have to hide behind her skirts.

You too?

Look, we got a problem, all of us.

Rourke tried to warn us, but we wouldn't
listen.

And now we've got a radio that said the
plane won't even roll, let alone fly.

And I'm roomed out here in the middle of
nowhere with two overgrown schoolboys.

Now look what you've done.

Me? You're the ones making a big deal
out of this.

I've been trying to capitalize on the
situation and hoke it all up.

Well, look who's talking.

Who was it that chucked raw liver to
those crocs in the Nile to get their

to show?

Oh, yeah, well, what about the time you
bribed those natives in Samoa, huh? Had

them put war paint on and charge the
cameras.

All they wanted to do was watch
television.

And what about the other time? You want
to help me?

Hang on. You'll live.

No, I won't. Oh.

I'm definitely not all right.

Hell, I can't even get through day one
of my own fantasy.

Your fantasy?

Here, I'll get you three black
cobbler's.

Billy Jones?

Did we, uh... I mean, did I, uh...

All you did was a lot of snoring.

Wait.

What does camp town mean about me taking
over the band and him being dead?

Mr. Dodds meant exactly what he said,
Mr. Raines.

Mr. Roark, what are you doing here?

Making sure your fantasy is
satisfactory.

That you are indeed feeling all the
passions, the love and hate, the

and joy that were the soul of jazz
music.

Satisfactory? Are you kidding?

Camptown keeps talking about dying.

Are you telling me that's true?

Yes.

He's going to be killed.

Why? When you met Mr. Camptown Dodds, he
was returning from the funeral of a

friend who, along with Mr. Dodds and
Mama, owned this place.

Well, this friend, how did he die?

He was murdered?

Yes, Mr. Raines.

His friend refused to sell opium in this
establishment.

Oh, it wasn't even illegal in those
days, even fashionable.

It was a matter of conviction.

And now Mr.

Dodds has also refused.

Why doesn't he go to the police?

The killers are the police in this area.
A certain Lieutenant Laval.

Oh, well, Mr. Roark, you can stop him.

There's got to be a way.

We could get...

Camp town, out of here. I'm sorry, but
even I cannot change history.

Nor can I change a fantasy once it has
begun.

Please, Mr. Roark.

Mr. Roark.

Now you're talking to yourself?

It'll make you feel better.

Don't move, Carrie.

It's all right, Carrie.

Come on, the snake's dead.

Everything's all right.

Tom, she's been bitten.

Hold her. I've got to get the voice out.

Easy, honey.

Hold her, Tom.

I got her. I got her.

Carrie,

this is nothing.

Do you remember the time that Clay
caught her foot in that giant clamshell?

I told him to do it again.

But first, let me go get my camera.

Now you've got to do the same thing,
huh?

Next time you can have a real -life
adventure.

You let me in on it, will you?

Tom, that's all I can do for her.

We've got to get her back to the plane.

All right.

Come on, come on.

Oh,

she's out.

Shock. How did she get that?

A tipped viper.

We've got to get her some medical
attention fast.

Smooth. If I say so myself.

Now I finally learned how to play it
right.

Camptown, are you crazy?

You gonna just sit here and wait to be
killed?

You think I should run, don't you?

Yeah.

I don't want to lose you, Camptown. I've
come a long way to find you.

You could go to Chicago or to Memphis.

There's a whole new school of jazz
springing up in the next few years.

Jazz?

Well, what is jazz, Charlie?

Well, that's what you play in Camp Town.

Who says so?

A fellow named Scott Joplin.

Well, I know Scott Joplin.

What gives him the right to name my
music?

Forget it.

He probably hasn't even found a word for
it yet.

What?

Camp Town, I'm begging you. Would you
please run?

Charlie, I wouldn't get to the end of
this block, let alone Memphis.

It's too bad.

I sure got a whole lot of music left in
me.

But if you want to help out, there's
something you can do for me.

As a matter of fact, a couple of things.

You name it.

Billy Joe here.

She's a fine gal.

Oh, Charlie.

Charlie.

Take her out of this place.

I'll do my very best.

What else?

I want you.

Play your horn at my putting away.

I want it done proper, Charlie.

So folks will remember how it was.

Will you do that for me? Will you
promise?

I promise, Camp John.

Well, yeah.

Why don't you two get out of here?

So a virtuoso like me can go on with his
practice. Now go on with yourself.

Oh, now, now, now. Come on. Let's not
have none of this. Go ahead. Now go on

with yourself.

Go on.

We happened to see him shoot down Paul's
camp town in cold blood.

Tom, why haven't you told her yet?

Told her what?

The way you feel about her?

I didn't think it showed.

The reason's simple, though.

I've seen the way she looks at you when
she thinks nobody's noticing.

You don't read the signals very good,
pal.

It's you she has special eyes for.

Clay, I've been doing some thinking
about that busted landing gear.

Has it occurred to you that Wilma
Dietrich flew into this area? Maybe she

crashed on the same island.

It's possible.

I know what you're thinking.

If we can find her plane, maybe we can
salvage enough of it to get this

duck airborne.

Yeah.

I'll go out when it gets light.

No, we can't wait till morning.

Terry's running out of time.

Okay.

You stay here with her.

You have any idea where she'd look?

It's a small island.

I may be gone all night.

Don't go away.

Oh, Clay.

I'm sorry I got you and Tom into this.

It's all my fault.

Nothing's your fault.

I did all the pushing.

All I could think about were those damn
ratings on the show going down every

week. The flight was my idea.

I wanted to help both of you.

Tom?

Where's Tom?

Take it easy, take it easy.

Tom's all right.

He's going to fix the plane so we can
get out of here.

He loves you, Carrie.

You know that?

Yes, I love him, too.

Now you just lay low here until morning,
and we'll see what we'll read.

What does she want?

She just wanted to give me a little
advice.

She told me to leave and take you with
me.

What do you think about that, Billy Joe?

I don't know, Charlie. I like you.

Maybe I could learn to love you.

I just don't know if I could leave.

I don't understand.

You want to stay here?

Are you asking me what's a nice girl
like me doing in a place like this?

And you're scared to find out that if I
were a nice girl, I wouldn't be in a

place like this in the first place.

Oh, I never said that.

This is the only home I have ever known,
Charlie.

I'm an orphan.

Mama took me in when I was just a kid.

She's been as good to me as she could.

She...

Never did make me do anything.

I finally volunteered.

Because I wanted to pay her in Camptown
back for taking care of me.

I guess I understand.

You're disappointed, Charlie, because
I'm not what you want me to be.

Oh, no, Billie Jo.

I was just thinking about the future.

Do you think I don't worry about that?

Mama does, too. We've talked about it.

But Charlie, you're the first man we
ever had.

I want you to remember that.

And before day breaks, you and I are
going to sneak out of here and I'm going

find a safe place for you.

Tomorrow. I'm going to be at that
funeral tomorrow.

Mama told me that Lieutenant Lavelle
will be waiting for you. He's looking

you. I have to do it, Charlie.

For Camp Town.

I made a promise, Billy Joe.

And I got a plan that just might work if
I'm lucky.

But I want you out of it.

going to.

Play your home by putting it away.

Some folks will remember how it was.

Promise me you'll do that.

Hell, we'll go together.

This has got to be it.

NC6. It is.

It's the one that you're telling me.

We got our spare part.

I don't want to make it too tight.

Is it going to work?

It's got to.

Yeah.

Well, that should do it.

Let's go.

True world adventures answer to a wing
and a prayer.

A landing gear and a prayer.

Let's get Terry.

Terry?

Come on, all aboard.

Come on.

There you go.

Got it, Clint? Yeah.

There you go.

All right, come on, partner.

That gear's hanging on by two threads of
a nut and a rusty brake.

Just have the rescue team bring me a
corned beef on rye.

There isn't going to be any rescue team,
you know that.

Nobody else is going to fly through that
barrier or whatever it is.

Now get your butt on the plane. We all
go out of here together.

It's been fun here all the way.

But you've got a girl in there that's
worth more than both of us put together.

And the less weight on that wheel, the
better her chances.

Get her out of here before I change my
mind.

So long, Tiger. Tom? What?

You always were a sucker for that punch.

75 knots.

80.

Pull it up.

Lift off.

Well, at least you didn't knock off that
wheel getting us airborne.

Don't strain yourself thanking me, pal.

It's the wings we've got to worry about
now.

There's no way around it.

None.

We're going through.

Hang on.

This fight can't take much more.

We're out.

Yes, boy.

Something you hinted you might use.

Every good front man doubles on another
instrument.

There's nothing more to say, Camptown.

You were a good man.

Always deserved much more than you got.

I apologize.

For the whole world.

For what they've done to you.

I don't need to use the gun.

Lieutenant, I'm giving up.

I don't think so, kid.

Maybe you ought to pick it up again.

Give me a good excuse to pull this
trigger.

Now, wait a minute, mister.

You shot Camptown. No.

Wait. Please.

You saw it.

I didn't shoot Camptown.

Lavelle did.

Lavelle did it.

You all heard that?

We sure did. And I reckon we got enough
witnesses here to hang a Supreme Court

judge.

Now we got us some playing to do.

Your fantasy is over, Mr. Raines.

You must come with me now.

But Camptown, I promised him I...

His friends will complete the send -off.

Mr. Rourke, let me take Billy Joe back
with me.

That, I'm afraid, is not possible.

She must remain here in her own time
frame.

I'm sorry.

No, Mr. Rourke. I won't leave her here.

I won't!

Billy Joe!

Billy Joe!

Billy Joe!

Billy Joe, where are you?

She's all right, Mr. Raines.

You have seen to that.

I give you my word.

Miss Dawson, I am delighted to see
you're fully recovered and out of the

hospital so soon.

Me too.

Well, thank you.

Well, I'm the one that's been
snakebitten, and for too long.

But Carrie's finally given me the cure
by saying yes to a very important

question.

Oh, then you have resolved your own
little triangle, huh?

With a little difficulty, yes.

When I got over the shock of the two
guys I care for most trying to give me

each other, I did a little explaining
about, uh...

Love isn't friend and love isn't
husband.

How did Mr. Spencer take it, Mr.
Donaldson?

He took it fine, just fine, Tattoo.

I haven't got time for the domestic
scene anyway.

See, I've got a new true adventure.

I'm going to videotape their marriage in
front of 10 million viewers for

television. I have it all sketched out.

Hey, wait a minute.

I'm producer of this show and this is my
marriage.

Look, hero, even you know what we have
here.

I mean, the mystery Wilma Dietrich had
solved.

Heroin near death.

Bitten by a snake.

Romance. It blooms beside the flower of
death.

You like that?

Well, everything's back to normal, Mr.
Rourke.

Thank you.

I think.

Goodbye, Tatooine. Bye.

Thanks for everything, Mr. Roark.

I hope your fantasy was everything you
wished for, Mr. Lane.

Well, almost, Tattoo.

Just one more thing would have made it
complete.

Oh, that reminds me. You will have a
companion on the flight home. A lovely

young lady who had her own fantasy.

You see, sometimes we are able to
combine two fantasies, as in this case.

makes it more rewarding.

Well, this young lady wanted to trace
her roots to New Orleans, where her

-grandmother, a certain...

Miss Billie Jo, inspired by the concern
of a mysterious gentleman who appeared

briefly in her life, rehabilitated
herself and lived to be a happy,

and charming old lady.