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Good morning, boss.

Good morning, patrol.

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

Mr.

Charlie Rollins and his daughter,
Jeannie.

Mr. Rollins was once on the threshold of
becoming America's finest country

western singer.

Which one has defended me, boss?

As a matter of fact, both, Tattoo.

The father wants his daughter to become
the superstar he never was.

So he has arranged to take her on a
sentimental journey to the scenes of his

youth when he was just starting out as a
performer.

How come he didn't become a star?

His young wife died.

He was forced to give up singing, find
steady work, and raise their three

children. What about the young lady?

What's her fantasy?

For the moment, that must remain...

Confidential. Not even Mr. Rowlands
knows about it.

But I can tell you this much.

Miss Rowland does not wish to become a
superstar.

And unless both fantasies work to
perfection, a beautiful father and

relationship may very well be destroyed.

The brooding young man is Mr. David
Tabori, an accountant.

The lovely lady with him is his wife,
Elizabeth.

He looks like he's worried about...
Something, boss.

Correct, the two. He is tormented by a
recurring nightmare that gives him no

rest. With a pretty lady like that, he
should be very happy.

She tries, the two.

But how can a man be happy when he has
recurring dreams of terror and his wife

is in that same dream, threatened by
unknown dangers?

What's his fantasy?

To sleep without dreaming?

His fantasy is to understand the meaning
of the nightmare and resolve it.

before a stark tragedy takes place.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

I do not believe it. This place looks
great.

I mean, it hadn't changed a speck in 20
years.

You know, some real important performers
got their start right there.

Jeannie, what are you doing?

I like the way the shadows fell across
the road.

Well, hon, you're here to sing, not make
pictures.

You know, Mr.

Rourke, when old Charlie Rowland was
singing behind them doors, I was taking

beer and grits.

Not this little lady. She's going to be
singing for bucks. And I mean big bucks.

Well, every man is entitled to his
dreams, Mr. Rollins.

However, he must also live with his
realities.

I love what you tell.

That's real fancy.

Thank you, Mr. Rollins.

Well, so long.

And thanks a bunch for everything.
You're very welcome, Mr. Rollins.

Talking to Mr. Roar about your career in
music, do you think you could put that

camera away?

Sorry, Dad.

Oh, all right.

Come on, I'm going to show you a time
that you will never, ever, ever forget.

Charlie Rollins, is that you?

Good Lord!

Lottie McFadden!

Helen, you look prettier than a prairie
full of wildflowers in the springtime,

huh? And you look handsome as one of
them male models in a department store

catalog. Let me look at you.

Well, put on a pound or two here and
there, but then who had me?

Jeannie, I want you to meet...

My longtime and dear, dear friend,
Lottie McFadden.

Lottie, this is my daughter, Jeannie.
Also, my pride and joy.

Hi, Jeannie. Ma 'am, I have heard so
much about you. This is some place you

here. Oh, nothing special, Jeannie.

But it is the best one east or west of
the Mississippi.

Come on, you two. Billy up to the bar.
Drinks are on the house.

I'm going on for eight months.

The same horrible recurring nightmare.

What can you tell me about these
nightmares?

Some specifics?

Well, when it starts, I'm in

darkness and I hear breathing.

Heavy, labored breathing.

And there's a strange sound to it.

Maybe it's even my own. I have no idea.

An animal cries out.

Elizabeth appears.

I see a cave.

Please continue, Mr. Taborin.

She's, uh... repulsed.

By the side of me.

Or whatever it is.

David.

I know she's in danger.

And I want to yell out. Get away.

Run. Run.

But I have no voice.

And then it happens.

She moves forward.

And Harry.

Claw.

Darts out and grabs her.

Then the nightmare ends, and I wake up.

And I find myself in the attic, locked
in.

You sent me this picture of a flower.

I don't know what it means, but it's the
only tangible clue I have.

You see, that flower keeps appearing in
my dream.

A month ago, I saw it in a magazine, and
I've been desperate to find one like

that ever since.

Don't ask me why, I don't know.

I see.

Can you help him, Mr. Ward?

Help us?

I will do what I can, Mr. Horry.

Right now, I can't be more specific than
that.

I know. You've all been looking forward
to hearing Charlie sing. And I'm just so

sure that it's... Wait. Now, hold on,
Lottie.

Now, Charlie, you hold on.

Tomorrow night is our big hold down, and
you're going to be the star of the

show, just like the good old days.

Lottie, I can't do it.

Why not?

Folks, I haven't sung in years, and I
haven't even picked up a guitar.

I busted this thing up in a logging
accident.

Oh, Charlie, I'm sorry. I just didn't
know.

Oh, no.

Don't be sorry. Be glad.

I got a brand new star for you.

My little daughter, Jeannie, has got the
sweetest voice this side of Nashville.

She sings better than I ever did.

Jeannie?

Jeannie?

I've been telling all these folks to
have good, she's saying. Why don't you

them a sample?

Dad, please.

Look, ma 'am, he means well, but I'm not
all that good.

Now, don't go mighty stone me. Listen,
she's a little bit shy.

But I'm telling you, she's going to be
right up there with Loretta Lynn and the

rest of them.

It's okay, Jean. If you want to beg off
for tonight, how about standing in for

your daddy tomorrow night?

Oh, no.

No.

Well,

yes, ma 'am. I'd be right happy to sing
for you.

I'm telling you, this fantasy island is
a hoot.

Thanks to Mr. Rourke, everything's
covered up roses.

I'll get it.

Oh, Mr. Rourke. The Woody.

Thank you.

Ah, Mr. Woody.

This picture you gave me, it is an
exotic species called the Lycos orchid.

It is found in only one place in the
world, the jungles of Central Africa.

David's never been to Africa.

Indeed.

Please, please sit down. Thank you.

I am not certain of the flower's
significance yet.

However, I have ordered a few samples
flown here.

It may take some time.

Meanwhile, there are a few other details
I must look into.

Forgive me, Mrs. Tabori.

May I talk to your husband alone?

Why, yes, of course.

It'll actually give me a little bit more
time to touch up my makeup. Oh, thank

you.

How much does your wife know?

Mr. Tavori?

Well, just what I've told you.

These are nightmares.

You experience them with each full moon.

Am I correct?

Yes.

But how did you know?

No matter.

The important thing is there will be a
full moon tonight.

What are you trying to tell me?

Mr. Tavori,

You consume enormous amounts of water.

Your dreams contain an animal with hairy
hands.

I have a feeling that you have already
done some research on lycanthropy.

What are you talking about?

Lycanthropy, the fear of turning into a
beast.

The thought of the legend of the
werewolf.

Mr. Rock, I came here for help.

Not ridiculous fairy tales.

It was a hypothetical suggestion.

Far -fetched. I agree.

I suggest you and your wife enjoy the
luau this evening.

Will you excuse me?

We will get to the bottom of it.

Somehow.

He suspects.

Possibly he already knows.

Yes. Alert your patrols, but say nothing
about a werewolf.

Just say there may be some difficulty
around the Tabori bungalow tonight.

I'm so glad we came.

It's beautiful here. Mr. Rourke is
right.

You're beautiful.

Really? Now, when did that errant
thought enter your mind?

I haven't been much of a husband lately,
have I?

Well, I'm sorry, darling. I was just
teasing.

Oh, it's true.

Half of me is here and the other half is
caught up in God knows what.

Well, half of David is better than no
David at all.

And you know something?

For the first time in weeks, I felt
good.

Mrs. Tavoli? Mr. Rourke, I was just
looking for David.

We were dancing and then he suddenly ran
off.

That sounds like a wolf.

There are no wolves on Fantasy Island,
Mrs. Tavoli.

May I have a print?

Mr. Rourke. I thought it was alone.

Oh, you were.

In a very special world.

From the expression on your face.

Just relaxing. Night photography is a
real challenge.

Miss Rollins, have you told your father
how you feel?

How I feel?

Right now he's inside the old island
Opry explaining to his friends that

is your life.

And here you are, photographing flowers.

I was just relaxing.

I'm a little nervous.

Miss Rollins, that camera hasn't left
your hand since you arrived. But your

guitar has.

Hasn't it?

Please sit down.

Your love is photography.

Not music.

Have you told my father that?

No. But you must at a certain point.

Oh, sure.

I'll just march up to him and say, Papa,
forget your dreams.

You got a raw deal out of life, and you
sacrificed a lot for me and my two

brothers.

But see, Papa, I got this real feeling
for pictures, the way that you had for

music.

And so what I did, without telling you,

was I sent some of my work to the best
photography school.

in the world to try for a scholarship.

Because it isn't just a hobby like you
keep wanting to believe.

What about the concert?

Will you do it?

I have to.

I'm Charlie Rowland's daughter.

Just hang a guitar on me and away I go.

But you're a better photographer because
that's where your heart is.

And yet you will hurt yourself rather
than hurt your father.

I brought him here to make him happy,
Mr. Rourke.

I just have to do it.

What's that?

Notification that you have won a
scholarship to the National Academy of

Photographic Arts.

Die.

Die.

Okay. Okay, Charlie, I'll call Joe
Henderson.

He's the head of Westworld Records in
Los Angeles. Just as long as you

understand, he's a tough dude to please.

You stop cheating.

I never cheat.

Charlie, we have a very selective crowd
nowadays.

I mean, they are spoiled.

I mean, last month we had Mac Davis, and
before that, Glenn Campbell and Dolly

Parton.

I've only got your word that Jeannie can
turn my audience on.

Would you just listen to old Charlie?

I'm telling you, that daughter of mine
is going to be sensational.

I'm telling you.

When she walks on that stage, my gal's
gonna be the biggest thing that ever hit

this place.

You know, this place could have been
ours, Charlie.

You and me together.

How? I mean, you never said anything.

Well, how could I?

You were still married to Becky, and...
Then when she passed on... She

just took off and disappeared.

The hell was that?

You just tilted the machine, Charlie.

You just lost your chance.

Don't go and do that with you and me,
okay?

Get some materials and board off the
bedroom windows. Yes, sir.

He just got back a minute ago. Is he all
right?

I don't know.

He rushed straight to the bedroom and
locked himself in.

Mr. Tabori?

It's Mr. Rourke.

Open up, please.

Mr. Tabori?

It's no use. I tried.

He just won't answer.

Why wouldn't you let us in?

Honey, you're hanging.

Get out of here.

It's all right, Mr. Tabori.

It's over for now.

Honey, what's happening?

Where were you last night?

I have the right to know.

You don't want to.

Believe me, you don't want to know.

It is time she was told, Mr. Tabori.

Told what?

Tell me the words.

Give me the way to say it to her.

She will find out.

Eventually.

It's starting to happen.

A dream.

It's no longer a dream.

It's happening.

This, uh... This thing that haunted my
sleep.

This animal.

It's... No.

No. It's impossible.

It can't happen.

Mr. Tabori, your name was once Tabor
Toc.

You are a direct descendant of Anton
Tabortok, a legendary

werewolf who roamed the foothills of the
Romanian Alps.

But your obsession with that flower, the
Lycos orchid, is

instinctive. Lycos is Greek for wolf.

It is believed that the orchid also
draws its life from the moon and

therefore is the only known cure.

The orchid?

You said you'd get it for me.

Yes, but it requires time.

And until then, what?

Another night?

More killing?

Darling, I'll stay with you.

No.

Don't you see, Liz?

I don't want to harm you. The love I
feel for you.

Please, don't let me destroy that.

Your husband is right.

We will keep him here in this room.

I suggest that you be locked in one hour
before sunset.

How long?

And make certain that he does not get
out before I return with a liquor slug.

Suppose he hurts himself.

Suppose he needs me.

I have posted two guards outside.

Just in case.

Papa, could I talk to you alone?

This sounds kind of important.

Sure. Hey.

How about a drink?

A toast to the return of the old Has
-been.

Get the Has -been a drink.

Listen, why don't you just go on over
there. Sit down, make yourself

comfortable, talk all you want to. I've
got some work I've got to do.

Will you lay off him, Sam?

Roland.

Nobody turns their back on Sam Hagen.
Nobody.

Now, why don't you sit your tail down
there and let's see if you can still

swallow hard liquor without upchucking.

Sam, I don't drink anymore.

Oh?

Lottie, let you and me have a drink.
Come on, get rid of this stumbleball.

on, Lottie. Get Lottie a drink. Come on.

A father can handle situations like
this.

Hey, you're looking great, Charlie.

Even though he is somewhat out of
practice.

Is it Western brawl? Not a tradition.

A game of sorts.

Spectacular.

Expensive.

but seldom vicious.

Sort of like a John Wayne movie.

You said you wanted to talk to me about
something important, right?

Uh, yeah. I wanted to talk to you about
my music career.

Well, what I mean is... I know.

You mean you want to talk to me about
what you want to sing on the hoedown

tonight, all right?

I'm sorry, I forgot about it. Please
forgive me.

Sure. Buy me soft drinks?

Okay.

Where did you get that dress?

Why?

I bought it for our trip here.

Why?

It's the same one I see in my nightmare.

The moon will be rising soon.

It's about time.

I can't leave you alone.

You have to.

Take this.

David. Take it.

Ma 'am come in. Thank you

It's

time

If you have to, use the gun.

Please.

I mean... Jack!

I'm sorry.

Good evening, Mr. Rollins.

Oh, Mr. Rohrer.

Please sit down. Thank you. Thank you
very much.

So, big evening. You've been dreaming
about it almost here, huh? Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

I told Jeannie to take it a little easy
in rehearsal.

She saved the voice for the performance,
you know.

Oh, I see.

I see.

Boy, she's got everything it takes.

She can belt them out. You know her
phrasing is better than mine ever was.

You know what her problem is?

She don't know how good she really is.

Mr. Rollins, has it ever occurred to you
that your daughter might have other

interests in life besides music?

Jeannie?

Oh, that camera thing. That's just a
pastime.

No, sir.

That little gal was born to sing.

No question about it, Mr. Roark.

Telegram from Joe Henderson.

The well -known record promoter. That's
right.

Gonna be here tonight to hear Jeannie
sing.

Lottie, you're a miracle woman.

Didn't I tell you things were gonna be
fine?

Wait till my little Jeannie hears about
this.

I said that you loved me.

Don't make me do it. Please don't make
me do it.

Yeah. Charlie Rollins, I want you to
meet Joe Henderson, boy genius and the

of Westworld Records.

Good to meet you, Charlie.

It's my pleasure.

I understand she sounds pretty good.

Pretty good.

Lucky for me, I ain't still singing.
She'd wipe me right off the record

Why don't you make yourself comfortable,
Mr. Henderson? We're just about ready

to start.

Thank you.

She better be good.

He's a one -shot guy.

Would you relax? I'm telling you, she's
going to knock him dead.

Yeah? Well, where is she?

I'll go find her.

Keep him over this way.

Stay here.

Let me handle Muntin now. No.

He's my husband.

He needs me.

Shoot him to the cave.

We can finish him off in there.

David? David?

David?

Yes, Mr. Tabori.

For you, the curse of Anton Tabor -Doc
is gone forever.

Oh, darling.

Jeannie, come on, it's time.

Papa, I can't. I'm not going home.

Come on.

You're just a little bit scared
everything's going to be fine. I'm not

Not a lick.

I just don't want to be what you're
trying to make me into.

I don't want to be a performer.

Papa, I don't have any dedication for
going out on that stage.

Now, you listen to me, Jeannie Rowland.

I'm your old man.

Flesh and blood and music is in your
blood. How could you not like music?

Papa, listen.

I love you, but I don't like everything
you like.

I just can't go on.

Oh, yes, you can, Mr. Rawlins.

And you will try your best, as you
promised.

What about my fantasy, Mr. Warwick?

Your fantasy?

Oh, indeed.

Your daughter has one, too, just as she
has her own needs, Mr. Rawlins, her own

life to lead.

I know how much you love each other.

And I can promise you, both your
fantasies can still work out.

Though perhaps not exactly as you
anticipated, Mr. Rollins.

You remember I promised you something
real special for tonight. Well, a new

bright star is born right here at the
Old Island Opry. It is my distinct

privilege and pleasure to introduce to
you Miss Jeannie Rowlands.

I thank you, folks, and Miss Lottie
especially, for being so nice to me.

I'm out here tonight because of a dream,
a dream my papa's had for an awful long

time, of seeing me stand right here on
this very spot where he stood 20 years

ago and seeing me become a big singing
star.

Well, it's come true.

I'm here, and I am a star, if only in
his eyes.

Being a star in my papa's eyes is all
that really matters to me.

But I gotta tell him something, and I
hope with all my heart that he

understands.

I gotta tell him that not only is this
my professional debut, but it's also my

farewell performance.

Because there's only room in this family
for one star, and he's it.

So come on up here, Papa, and take a
bow. Ladies and gents...

Charlie Rowland.

what to say.

Say anything, Papa. Sing. Right. Come
on, Charlie. Give us a song. Come on.

Well, we're here.

Might as well do something.

How about King of the Road?

I guess D will be good. All right?

For sale or rent.

I

ain't got me no

cigarettes. I put two hours of pushing
broom.

Gets an aid betrayal four -bedroom.

Well, I'm a man.

I mean by no means.

Charlie Rollins.

Sure, I remember hearing that name
before.

He's a mighty fine performer, Mr.
Henderson.

Better than fine, Lottie.

And with a little catching up, I'm sure
I can find a place for Charlie Rollins

on my label.

It would appear that the old island Opry
has discovered yet another big talent.

I wouldn't exactly say that Charlie is
an overnight success.

Hardly. But he's now going to be the
star he should have been 20 years ago.

King of kings.

with your new career and your daughter
with hers.

Dad's actually going to have two jobs
now.

Oh?

Sanger and husband.

Charlie's going to need some help with
those youngsters as well as handling his

business affairs.

Congratulations, Mr. Rohler.

I thank you, Mr. Rohler. You're most
welcome. Thank you so much. Bye -bye.

Goodbye, Mr. Rohler. Bye.

Oh, what about the old island Opry?

Who's going to run it?

Sam Hagen will take care of everything.
He had been courting Lottie for years,

hoping to get the job.

Mr. Rook, what can we say to someone who
saved both our lives?

Seeing you as you are now, looking so
well and happy is all the thanks I need.

You both look wonderful.

Did you resolve your problem?

Oh, yes.

Mr. Rourke, if I could only be sure that
David's nightmare will never return.

Indeed you can.

The strength of your love for each other
drove out all the evil.

As long as you remain together, you will
have only pleasant dreams from this day

forward. Goodbye.

Again. Thank you.

Come on.

Bart. Yes?

He was not a werewolf.

Indeed. And how did you reach that
conclusion?

Because werewolves don't exist.

Oh, I see.

Are you saying that being a werewolf was
all in Mr. Tavor's mind?

Exactly.

Boss, what are you looking at?

Boss, my hand!

What?

I'm turning into a... A werewolf?

Impossible. It's all in your mind.