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Good morning, boss. Good morning, Tattoo.

Smiles, everyone, smiles.

Oh, she's a pretty lady.

Yes. Who is she? Miss Sheila Godfrey from Branston's Fort.

Where is that?

A small town in Montana, the group.

She longs to become an accomplished equestrian.

You mean she came all the way to Fantasy Island to ride horses?

Yes. Couldn't she do that in Montana?

Oh, yes, she could, that too. However, her fantasy is to be the most celebrated

horsewoman who ever lived.

That's a tall order, boss.

Indeed it is, that too. But we will grant Miss Godfrey her fantasy, though

most probably will not turn out exactly as she envisions it.

Boss, who was the most celebrated horsewoman in history?

Well, isn't that obvious, Tattoo?

Lady Godiva, of course.

Well, Tattoo, aren't you going to guess the young gentleman's occupation?

But it's difficult.

I don't know.

Well, maybe that's because our guest doesn't know himself.

He is Mr. Steve Pryor, and he was a law student until recently.

Mr. Pryor was disenchanted with law school, and he dropped out after his

year. He earned his tuition by working as a night watchman for a security

agency, and I think that's where he got the idea for his fantasy.

Let me guess, boss.

All right. He wants to be a policeman.

A detective.

A detective. Very good, Tattoo. Very good indeed.

But not just a detective.

Young Mr.

Pryor's fantasy is to be a hard -boiled detective of the old school. No modern

technology for him.

He dreams of walking down dark alleys like the tough guys in old movies of the

40s. But, boss, in real life, you could be very dangerous.

Very dangerous, Tattoo.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

What a beautiful animal.

Thank you, Miss Guthrie.

You know, when I was a kid, we used to live above a feed store.

I was always sick, Mr. Rourke, and I guess my parents were overly protective

because I was confined to the house most of the time.

Yes, I know.

Day after day, you would watch from your window the men from the ranches riding

beautiful horses and the children with their clever ponies.

Your research is very thorough.

Most thorough, Miss Godfrey.

Your fantasy is to be the most celebrated horsewoman of all

time. Now, I was hoping you would reconsider the wording.

It imposes certain restrictions.

I'm sorry, I don't want to be difficult.

But I've saved up a long time for this.

I'm determined to go all the way, Mr. Morgan.

Very well, Miss Godfrey.

In that case, I will lend you my prize stallion, Lancelot, so you may ride

into your adventure.

You mean it?

Just ride down that trail and he will carry you into your fantasy.

He knows the way. Just let him have his head as I am letting you have yours.

Giddy up, Lancelot. Giddy up.

Hey, what happened?

Lancelot?

Uh,

Mr. Roark.

Can't be Disneyland. There's no parking lot.

Read every book, seen every old movie. I know how private eyes act and think.

It's all I've ever wanted to be.

I mean, I couldn't keep my mind on law school because I realized I could never

be happy if I didn't give it a shot.

Well, even so, I have arranged for an old -timer to provide you with some

assistance. He's a real tough guy. He learned everything on the street.

who, shall we say, has been around.

It won't be necessary, Mr. Rourke. I want to be on my own.

All the greats were loners.

May I have the key, Tattoo?

The key? What key?

To your office, just across the street.

There's no office across the street. It's just a waterfall.

Be patient, Mr. Pryor.

The key, Tattoo.

But are you sure you give it to me?

Yes, I'm sure check your shirt pocket

Thank

you, as I said your office is just across the street

I'm not sure I understand but

There's a waterfall out there.

I told you, Mr. Rourke, my fantasy's got to take place in a big city.

Look again.

A

Chinese

theater?

Hollywood Boulevard?

Enough, Lance.

We've lost the scent.

And I have a great thirst upon me.

A draft of mead, Sir John. What say you?

I say right welcome, my lord.

Vinegar, you and your jokes.

You're a menace for the unwary, my lord.

My lord.

What the devil are you doing on his lordship's hunting preserve?

What the devil are you doing in my fantasy?

Fantasy? What are you all dressed up for? A renaissance fair?

A poacher, my lord, obviously.

The right pretty one at that.

Trespassers must be flogged. One step nearer and I'll scratch your eyes out.

Hold. What's your name, girl?

Sheila.

She look most able -bodied.

My lord, did I not hear you complaining about lack of household staff?

You just can't keep good help these days.

This lass seems to have a bite to her tongue. Why not put her to work in your

tent at the fair?

Yes, perhaps a handmaiden to my wife during her temporary durance vial.

Tom, take her along to the fair.

By me, Lord.

All right, wench, on your donkey.

I'll sue, Rourke.

I swear, I'll sue!

Mr. Pryor.

I'm Doreen Rich.

They sent me over from the secretarial agency. Look, I really hope you don't

mind, but I also animal stiff.

Helps pay my law school tuition.

Hey, this is all right.

Oh, Hans brought your car back from the garage.

My car?

Oh, that classy red speedster parked out front. Boy.

Red speedster? Have you had it a long time?

It's mine.

Is that you?

Is he back?

It's a lady.

Mrs. Hall.

I think she's a client.

She's been waiting here for almost an hour.

Uh, hi.

Mr. Pryor?

Yeah, I'm Steve Pryor.

Oh, somehow I expected someone... I thought you'd be older.

It's only my age to fool you, lady.

I've been around.

So, what can I do for you, Mrs. Hall?

Call me Monica.

It's, uh, it's something... Well, it's something that I can't do myself.

You see, there's a package that I need delivered to my husband. I mean, my ex

-husband. You see, it was a terrible marriage and... Hold it. Slow down.

What's in the package?

Uh... There's...

$50 ,000 there.

Look, you must understand.

I'm a very wealthy woman. I made the mistake of marrying somebody who only

wanted me for my money. I divorced him, but he won't leave me alone.

He's made my life miserable. And now he says that he'll disappear if I just buy

him off with that money.

Do you mind if I ask you why you can't do it yourself?

Because I'm afraid of him.

You don't know Nick. He...

He's crazy, violent.

I'm afraid that if I go, he'll hurt me again.

He used to beat me.

So, uh, I don't want to see him again.

Ever.

I'll take care of it.

Thank you.

Oh, I'll meet him at three o 'clock this afternoon.

Room 226, the Palm Court Hotel.

No problem.

Do you want a receipt for the money?

Oh, no. I trust you.

Oh, one more thing. In return, he'll be giving you a key. It's to a safety

deposit box.

Oh, there's nothing in it of any value to anyone but me.

Believe me, if there was, he would have taken it already.

It's just that he knows how much sentimental value the contents have for

How do I get a hold of you?

I'll call you.

Here.

All right?

Sure.

Thank you, Mr. Pryor.

She's playing you for a sap, kid.

How'd you get in here? Who are you?

You didn't buy that dame's story, did you?

What's the matter, kid?

Look like you've seen a ghost.

Don't touch her ladyship's soup.

And mind you, keep your thumbs out of the soup. Lest you want them added to

brew. Off with you.

Chop it fine now. Chop it fine, girl.

You girls, take this fool to her ladyship.

Jane, show her along.

Will there be anything else?

No, thank you, my dear.

I haven't seen you before.

What is your name?

I'm Sheila.

Sheila.

Were you sold into bondage?

To tell you the truth, I don't know how it happened.

You see, I wanted a fantasy.

Oh, my dear.

When I was younger, I had my share of those.

Young knights on prancing steeds, jousting for my hand.

But now...

Now that I'm a respectable married lady, whose husband is displeased with her,

do you know the one fantasy that I have left?

To ride alone through the forest at dawn on a handsome mare.

Believe me, I can understand that.

I spent a lot of time stuck in a room, not much bigger than this.

And outside my window, people were riding beautiful horses.

You were a prisoner, too.

In a sense.

I was ill.

Oh.

Why are you being kept here?

My husband, His Lordship, is punishing me for speaking out against the new tax

that he has imposed on the people.

But you're entitled to your opinion.

Oh, may such a day dawn when a woman is permitted to speak her mind. It has

dawned. Hmm?

I mean, it will.

How long is he going to keep you here, anyway?

Until I admit I was wrong and that he is right.

Is there anyone you can trust?

Well, there is Sir John of Appensdale, his lordship's hunting companion.

Sir John?

Yes.

He saved me from being flogged.

You see, he is a man of true knightly character.

Well, I will find him and I will holler for help as loud as I can.

No, no, no, my dear.

Whisper it.

Despite his well -known and robust humor, if my husband overheard you, he

have you beheaded.

Oh, well.

That would be real funny.

Look, kid.

I ain't big on helping a beginner.

I mean, I stick my neck out for no one.

But Rock Ashton and I kind of own one, see?

I can't believe it's you.

You were the best, the toughest, the most streetwise of them all.

I mean, you know what I really admired about you?

You were always unconfused. Enough of that, kid.

Now, let's get down to the case. That's why I'm here.

Oh, the case. That's an easy one.

Yeah, too easy. That's the problem.

You made some mistakes.

You just fell for those gamsahas and that sweet smile.

You know what your first mistake was?

You didn't get paid.

Make them hot the clothes off their back before you make a move.

Hey, Bogey.

Can I call you Bogey?

Sure. No disrespect, but times have changed. Everything's done on credit

Not in this game, kiddo.

And I didn't fall for her.

Sure you did.

You were gaga over her.

Look, it boils down to this.

Her story smells fishy.

I can't put my finger on it yet.

She's using you.

You're wrong.

You see, Mr. Pryor.

Look, I have a class tonight and I do have to get Bucky home. So I'll be

if you don't need me.

Yeah, right.

Go on.

Thanks.

Have a nice class.

Bye.

Don't look so confused, kid.

Nobody could see or hear me but you.

I don't understand.

I ain't real.

I'm just an illusion up here in your head.

See, it's this way.

You believe in me so much that to you, I'm real.

But I'm just in your imagination.

Now, let's get to work.

Look, I really appreciate your advice and your offer to help, but I can't do

this thing myself.

I mean, you always worked alone. You never listened to anyone else.

Maybe that's why I ended up with a bullet in my gut so many times.

Hey, yeah, that's right.

You used to get killed an awful lot, didn't you?

Cagney got you five times, and Edward G. Robinson wasted you more than that.

You're wrong, kid.

Cagney was three times, and Edward G. Robinson got me four out of five.

But I finally got even with him in Key Largo.

Oh.

It's a tough racket, kid.

That's why you'll need some help.

Enough talk.

You've got to deliver that envelope.

You've got three?

It's about time you showed up.

It's been some terrible mistake.

You've mixed me up in somebody else's fantasy. Oh, I assure you that cannot

possibly happen. Our system is entirely reliable.

Look, I made it perfectly clear. I wanted to ride, horse it, ride.

And here I am, wherever here is, with some poor lady being held prisoner by

husband, and I'm about to become the most famous housemaid in history. I did

warn you about the unexpected, didn't I? But I can well understand why you are

disoriented, Miss Guthrie. You see...

You are in medieval England at a country fair near the castle of Leofric, Earl

of Mercia and Lord of Coventry.

Coventry. Didn't the lady prisoner tell you her name?

No, I didn't ask.

She should have, Miss Godfrey. Then you would have understood.

Her name is Lady Godiva.

Godiva?

She's the one who rode stark naked through Coventry.

Precisely. Without a doubt.

the most famous equestrian in history.

Mr. Rourke!

You Mr. Hall?

Yeah. Your wife sent me.

My wife?

What are you talking about?

Seems she didn't want to come herself, so she asked me to make the delivery.

Who are you?

Doesn't matter.

You got the key to the safe deposit box?

Yeah.

Yeah, I got it. Come in. Come in.

You got something for me, huh?

Sit down.

Just give me the key.

You first.

Looks like a shut up, don't it kid?

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Really walked into one, kid. Now you got the cops chasing you.

Thanks. Don't feel too bad about it. I learned the school of hard knocks, too.

Come on. You got to get out of here.

Is there

anything

I can do for you?

Some other time.

Be calm, that's a lot.

Sir John.

Fair Sheila.

What brings you here?

Just checking on my donkey.

Is he okay?

I mean, is he all right?

Well, I'm not sure.

Oh, he'll be just fine in a few days.

Do you know about horses, Fair Sheila?

A little, Sir John.

Beautiful.

Such lines.

You took the words right out of my mouth.

He belongs to Lady Godiva.

No one else is permitted to ride him. He was a gift from his lordship.

Her ladyship asked me to speak to you about his other gift.

Her imprisonment.

Couldn't you intercede on her behalf?

Believe me, Sheila, I have done my best already.

He's very stubborn and so is she.

He won't give up his magic tricks and practical jokes.

And he won't tolerate being contradicted by a woman, even though she is his

wife.

And he loves her very much.

Oh, and she loves him very much.

I know it.

If I were loved by a beauteous woman, I could convince her otherwise.

If I were loved by a chivalrous, handsome man, I could be convinced.

Could you?

I'm sure of it.

We can continue our discussion later.

Right now, you must help me get her ladyship released.

Have you a plan?

If we could find a way to embarrass his lordship into it.

Embarrass him?

So that he would have to pardon her.

You know, to save his own pride.

It is true. He has a notoriously brittle pride.

Then you will help me.

Aye.

We can do wonderful things, Sheila, when we put our heads together.

Not to mention.

They always liked it when the heat was on.

You were right, Bogey.

Monica was using me, but what is she up to?

The dame was buying something. Smells she might have been set up and hired you

to take the fall with the cops.

The key must have been something really valuable.

She's a good one, all right.

Reminds me of a tomato I met in Marseille.

Bogey, what am I going to do?

I can't give you all the answers, kid.

You've got to do some of the thinking yourself.

I've been thinking, but I keep coming back to Monica Hall.

She's the only one who knows what's going on.

I bet your dollars for donors is not her name.

But you're on the right track.

Hey, Monica said she was going to call.

I mean, if it wasn't a set -up, and I did get the key, she'll call, right?

I've got to check something out, kid.

Sure.

Leave me now.

with a serving wench. Your spy, Master Tom, misleads you, sir.

I sent the girl with a message to Sir John.

That is all. Taking advantage of a good and chivalrous knight.

Seeking to enlist him in some plot to escape, no doubt.

Escape? There is no escape for me that does not reconcile and reunite me with

lord.

I cannot release you.

For everyone will say that I am a milk sop ruled by a woman.

Leo, sweet husband, you have a sporting reputation.

Where is your good humor, your sense of fair play?

Make me a sporting challenge, my lord.

By heaven, I have it.

Let everyone know that I will rescind the tax laws if at noon tomorrow you

your white stallion before the citizens of Coventry.

without clothes, my dear lady.

Naked?

Me, you're the whore.

You, you gorgeous creature of love, naked as the day you were born.

If you love the common people so much, you won't let mere modesty deter you.

But I'm sure you will not accept.

Don't cry, milady.

You heard?

It's a crazy idea.

Degrading. I know.

But you're going to do it.

97, escape suspect Stephen Pryor, located at office building corner

and Las Palmas Boulevard.

Set up for him.

for your call.

Yeah, I got the key.

There.

All right, I'll find it and be right over.

But you were the police. Yeah, what are they doing here anyway?

Huh? There's a whole bunch of police cars pulling up as I came in.

Hey, get out of here.

Absolutely, my lord.

The guard heard her talking last night where that new serving went Sheila after

you left her chamber.

She's really going to do it?

She'll be the laughing stock of all England.

Fear not.

My lord will not be bested by a woman.

You specified today, am I right?

She will sleep through this day like an infant with this potion and the drink

that she takes for her breakfast.

Hey.

You know you're being followed by a gunsel?

Huh? A guy with a gun.

I don't know who he is, but he ain't a copper.

Being followed?

Look.

Works in the movies.

Give me the gun.

Slowly.

Wake up.

Wake up, milady.

She's been drugged.

What are we going to do?

Wait here.

I'll fetch the physician.

Oh, milady, wake up.

It's no use, Miss Godfrey.

Oh, Mr. Rourke.

Please. I want to help her so much.

And it's almost time for her to take her ride.

Use this bag of tricks.

Use your imagination and your courage.

And make your fantasy come true.

I was afraid you were going to say that.

Well, it goes nothing.

Literally.

You? I thought you... You thought I was dead. You paid enough to have me hit.

Well, I got your man before you got me, you double -crusted... Get him out of

here. I want the key. I don't have it. No, but he does.

Wrong.

But on the phone, you... I lied, just like you lied about everything, Monica.

Or whatever your name really is.

You used me, and I don't like it. I might be young, but... No, no, no,

wrong. I didn't. I was only trying to... Stop it!

I'm not listening to another story of yours.

I got you pegged. You're buying something.

Something hot.

You were afraid the heat might be on to you, so you hired me to make the drop.

If it wasn't set up, you'd get your key. I'd be none the wiser. If the cops were

waiting like they were, I'd take the fall.

No, no, you see, you're right, you're right, but I can make it all okay. I can

because I have money.

Lots of it. I have almost two million dollars in a Swiss bank account.

I can make you a very happy man in many ways.

What were you buying?

Secrets.

Military this time. Other times...

Industrial or personal.

And then I sell them at a great profit.

Operator, get me the police.

No!

You should have smacked her. Why the hell did you stop yourself?

That's all those kind of dames understand.

Bogey, I keep telling you, times have changed.

No, they ain't.

Not really. Look, all you got to remember is to have no illusions about

Women, business, nothing.

Be in it for what you can get.

You're operating in a corrupt society, pal, just like I was.

So don't be above using corrupt means.

You understand?

It'll take a while, but you got the stuff.

Sure you'll make it?

Yeah.

You could be a good one, all right.

You really think so?

He's looking at you, kid.

Nice day for a horseback ride.

Not too chilly.

Who are you?

Just a girl who came along for the ride.

Open the flap.

Now ride, m 'lady.

Shame on you! Shame on you, people of Coventry! For shame!

Don't you understand?

Her ladyship is doing this for you!

To lift the burden of taxes from your back so you can feed your children!

That's how much she cares for you.

Turn your eyes away.

Show her your respect.

Turn away.

Turn away. Turn away.

Sir John, help me.

Who is that?

Sheila, m 'lady. A kitchen maid that rides like a queen.

you, Master Tom, ungrateful wretch! Let all decent folk remember you peaked,

and may they despise your very name!

Peeping!

Madam,

you shame me with your nobility.

Forgive me.

What about the taxes, Leo?

I will rescind them, provided that henceforth we rule together as equals.

And that you never appear like this again.

Except in our own chamber.

Well, Mr. Pryor, how did it feel to be a detective?

It was everything I thought it would be.

And I want to thank you for Bogie. You were right.

Well, often it is important to receive advice from someone who's been there

before.

What are you two talking about?

Well, Mr. Rourke provided me with the greatest teacher that any private eye

could have.

So what now, Mr. Pryor? Will you be returning to law school or what?

Oh, no. I'm not cut out to be a lawyer. I found that out last semester.

No, I've got to do something that I really like.

And I think I found it here on Fantasy Island.

Good luck to you, then.

Here's looking at you, Mr. Rourke.

Well, you certainly gave me what I asked for.

Literally. You a lady, Godiva?

Certainly the most celebrated equestrian of all time.

And quite a lady.

I only hope some of her character ripped off on me.

It's too bad you didn't do more riding.

Oh, Miss Godfrey can make up for that when she gets home to Montana, Tattoo. I

am shipping Lancelot, my stallion, not the donkey, I assure you, to your home

a special gift.

And there is someone who most graciously has volunteered to coach you in your

writing. English style, of course.

A Mr. John Appensdale who happens to own a writing club not far from where you

live.

Mr.

Rourke, thank you.

Thank you for Lancelot, for the fantasy, for everything.

Thank you.

Goodbye, Tattoo. Goodbye.

Boss? Hmm?

That's a really writer.

What? Well, you know.

All I know is what I read in history books, Tattoo. After all, I wasn't

Was I?