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Bye -bye.

Good morning, Mark. Good morning, Tattoo.

Ah, good morning, Julie.

Good morning, Mr. Rourke, Tattoo. And where is my favorite goddaughter after

this morning, huh?

Actually, I was thinking.

A whole week of my summer has gone by here with you, and... Yes?

Well, I was wondering if I could start going with you to the plane, Doc, to

you welcome the guests.

Oh, I see.

Well, actually, that is a distinct possibility, Julie, but not quite yet.

When you've had a little more seasoning, yes, of course.

However, I do need your invaluable assistance in organizing the children's

for this afternoon.

I love it, Mr. Rourke.

I knew I could rely on my favorite godchild.

Oh, you can.

You can.

Thanks.

It's a wonderful girl, Tattoo.

I do hope she'll be able to stay with us.

There's a lamp on the ground.

That's no lamp, Tatooine.

I had it created especially for someone who's coming up in the world.

You mean... Yes, Tatooine. I had it done for you.

Oh, boss. Thank you so much.

Thank you.

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

Ah, yes.

Mr. Matt Cain, television sports analyst and author of a very successful

newspaper column.

After years of helping create sports heroes, Mr. Cain's fantasy is to become

sports hero himself.

For one weekend, he wants to be a superstar in a professional basketball

But boss, all those guys are 11 foot tall sitting down.

Nevertheless, Mr. Kane believes that basketball stardom is the only way he

win the heart of the woman he loves.

But can we do it?

Perhaps. But Mr. Kane may learn a cruel reality, Tattoo, that love can be won

and lost in the very same moment.

Miss Helen Ross from Corsicana, Texas.

The guy with her don't look too happy.

Well, that is quite understandable. His name is Mr. Theodore Kingman, and he has

asked Miss Rose to marry him, but she has refused because of a shadow which

darkens her life and which she fears would doom their marriage.

You see, Miss Rose's fantasy is to go back in time to see again the young man

with whom she shared an idyllic love affair some eight years ago.

What happened to him?

Captain John Day was a military officer for a foreign government and reported

missing in action in a military operation.

By seeing him again, Miss Ross desperately hopes to test the romantic

they once shared against the reality of her present love for Mr. Kingman.

Well, that should be easy.

Something real and in the present against an old memory.

Ah, but it's more than a mere memory, Tattoo. It has grown in her mind over

years to such an extent that it threatens to destroy her every chance

happiness.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

You only knew, Miss Dwork, how I feel about actually seeing Johnny again. Just

to talk to him one more time. Oh, I do understand your emotions, Miss Dwork.

But I must warn you that time does not stand still for any of us. There are

always changes.

Yes, well, yes, for me I understand, but for Johnny, he's going to be

exactly the way I remember him.

I mean, if I go back in time eight years before he died... You don't have to do

that. Tattoo is right, Miss Ross.

You will not be going back in time.

Excuse me, Tattoo.

I won't? No, you see, Captain John Day did not die.

He is, in fact, living on an island not far from here at this very moment.

Johnny is alive?

Yes, Miss Ross.

No, that can't be.

He would have let me know.

He would have said word to me. I would have had a letter.

Nevertheless, it's true.

As for explanations, it's better, even necessary, that Captain Day explain to

you himself.

You will be taken to the island where he is as soon as you are ready.

I'm sorry.

I'll be ready to go.

I want to see if Mr. Kingman is ready.

Yes, that's right.

Wait a minute.

No, please.

I know that we discussed Mr. Kingman going with me.

But under the circumstances, I don't... Please, I don't think I can handle this.

Believe me, Miss Rose, you will find the courage.

Now, as for Mr. Kingman accompanying you, of course, that is your final

decision.

Well, I guess it would be right for Ted to go.

But at this moment, I...

I'm very confused.

Have faith, Miss Ross. Have faith that from the heart's most troubled moment

comes the courage and wisdom with which to build new happiness.

Trust me. Please trust me.

All right, enough fooling around. Ginger, go sit down and let these guys

practice. Skyler, you're going to have to learn how to read a fake better than

that if you're going to make it in the NBA.

Come on, let's see some sweats, you clowns.

Go get them, Skye.

All right, guys.

This is the woman I love, Ginger Donovan.

Her father's Red Donovan, the team coach, so she's been in big -time

all her life.

Which makes you feel that only a basketball star would have a chance to

affections. You saw her going one -on -one with that big rookie, Skyhook

like they were made for each other.

I've got some nerve falling for her, don't I? She's almost a foot taller than

am. When it comes to love, attitude...

is much more important than altitude.

I couldn't agree with you more, Tattoo.

That's why I take on the big sports stars and cut them down to size in my

column.

I overdo it sometimes.

I try not to, but I... I guess I resent being on the outside looking in.

And if I give you the ability to function inside professional basketball,

truly believe that will enable you to win Miss Donovan's heart?

I can't answer that, Mr. Rourke.

I just know I love her and I'd do anything to reach her.

Anything.

The two?

What's the big deal about a pair of sneakers?

Oh, I assure you they are unique.

They feel strange.

They are a device to assist you in fulfilling your fantasy, Mr. Kane.

But please remember that no device can assure love or happiness.

For such precious commodities, each of us must look inwardly.

Well, if they help make Ginger see me as a man worth loving, they'll be perfect.

Thanks, Mr. Rourke.

Thanks a lot.

Thank you.

Excuse me, can you give us directions to the Kulahana Hotel?

Follow the path.

There.

Thank you.

Helen, are you all right?

Ted, I don't think I've ever really told you how much I appreciate you being so

understanding and so very patient.

Well, I tried, darling. I have to admit this hasn't been easy.

I know.

I know.

I'm sorry.

But you do realize this is something I have to do.

It's not just for me. It is for us, too.

Maybe you better get on with it.

Oh,

what's with you, Schuyler?

That's a no percentage shot from ten feet, never mind the middle of the

The rest of you clowns, you're running around like a bunch of old ladies with a

gout. Oh, no, this is not my day.

Hello, Red.

Hello, gentlemen.

Hi,

Ginger.

Matt, what a surprise.

Listen, if you think you're going to do another story on my team, you're crazy.

You can take that poison pen and stick it in your ear. Yeah.

Come on, Red. You know the newspaper game.

They wouldn't print it if I didn't pick on somebody.

I only go after guys who can take it.

Well, today I don't feel like taking it, all right?

Now, if you'll excuse us.

Come on, you athletes.

It's time for a skull session. If I can't teach you to move, maybe I can

you to think. Come on. Wait a minute, Red. Wait a minute.

Red, wait a minute. I want to try out for the team.

Max, Daddy doesn't have much of a sense of humor today. You ought to wait till

team practice improves before you start kidding about playing on the basketball

team. I'm not kidding, Ginger.

Oh, Matt, you're hysterical.

What about Skyhook Skyler? You don't think he's hysterical?

No, but he's... Well, Sky's... Okay, look it.

If you think you can beat me...

I'll get Daddy to take a look at you professionally.

Now you're talking.

I'll get my shoes on.

How'd you like the move?

You were fantastic, especially for somebody so... So short, right?

Maybe I'm really super shrimp in disguise.

Matt, I was going to say for somebody so non -athletic. I mean, a guy of your

background, a writer?

Matt, how come every time we begin to talk, I feel as though you're pushing me

away? What about Skyhook? Does he push you away, too?

Thanks for the basketball lesson.

Ginger? Ginger?

Oh, boy.

There I go, snatching defeat from the jaws of victory.

Ted, I think I'm afraid.

You want to give it up? You know I can't do that.

All right.

For what it's worth, I love you now and forever. Remember that.

Enough.

Looks like we both lose.

Uh -huh.

Composing team got the rebound.

What are you doing wrong, Skyler?

Uh, well, I just, you know, I smothered the outlet pass and then I... No, no,

no, no.

You drift back to avoid a mismatch.

That's not, you know, too complicated for you, is it, son?

Oh, boy.

Sorry to interrupt your little kindergarten, Red, but I suppose Ginger

I'm ready for my tryout with the team.

Yeah, she said you had a couple of moves.

You really are kidding, aren't you?

No, I'm serious.

I want a chance to show you I can play.

You won't regret it.

Well, no, I'm sure I won't regret it. Well, all right, three o 'clock this

afternoon, you'll be on the court, and we'll take it from there.

I hope nobody regrets it.

I think Mr. Poison Pan has finally just taken one step too

many.

He has been backbiting and fault -finding us for years, and now he's come

into our camp, and I want him humiliated.

But, Daddy, won't not making the team be punishment enough?

Not near enough.

No, it's time he had a taste of his own medicine.

Let's get some practice, guys. I want you to clobber that little shrimp this

afternoon. Come on.

But, Daddy, Matt could get hurt. Oh, come on. Don't worry.

That Ginger sure is a wonderful girl.

I just wish she liked me as much as she likes that Matt Cain.

How do you know she doesn't? Oh, come on.

I mean, look at me. I'm a stork with gym shoes on.

I see a very nice man who just happens to be very tall.

You mean you're not going to ask me how the weather is up here?

No. Not if you don't ask me how it is to look at kneecaps all day long.

I guess we kind of have the same problem, only in reverse, don't we?

We don't have a problem.

If people cannot see us the way we really are, well, they're the one with a

problem.

Yeah. I just never looked at it that way.

You make a lot of sense, Tattoo.

Oh, thank you.

Let's go see the game.

Let's go.

Johnny, what happened?

Why didn't you try to find me?

Why didn't you call or write something?

Does that matter now?

Matter? It was eight years.

I lived with eight years of torture, of doubt, the pain.

I'm sorry.

It's a long story.

Well, I want to hear it. I've got to know.

You see, a lot of it I still can't talk about.

It was an intelligence operation, you know.

Secrecy vows and all of that kind of thing.

That's all in the past.

You're here now.

And so am I, Johnny. It was eight years out of our lives.

I know, I know.

I was captured.

I was held a prisoner a long time.

A long, long time.

I don't like talking about that.

I finally escaped.

Well, when you escaped, why didn't you have someone get word to me?

No, hey, hey, hold it.

There were reasons.

There's a lot of time for all your questions.

What matters is now, right?

We've got each other again.

We've got today.

We've got tomorrow. We've got the day after.

It's not that simple.

You just don't understand.

Johnny, I have been true to you and your memory for eight years.

There's never been anybody else.

Never. Not even that guy that was with you at the hotel?

No.

His name is Ted Kingman and he wants to marry me. Well, that's his problem.

I'll get you back now.

It's not that simple.

And when you escaped, why didn't you try to find me? Tell me.

Hey, look at it my way, will you? I was locked up.

Time went by.

Years. There was no future. There was no anything.

I guess... I just gave up any dreams about you.

Or any other woman.

Forgive me, baby.

I love you.

I told my guys not to hold back, Cain.

You could get stomped on. You want to back out, now's the time to say so.

Matt! Matt, be careful!

Let's play ball.

Let's go.

I take back everything I ever said about you, everything I ever thought about

you. That was the best exhibition of basketball knowledge and execution that

have ever seen.

Does this mean I made the team?

Well, not exactly.

You see, if I take somebody on the squad, I got to throw somebody off the

The big man there is the only rookie we got.

Wait a second, coach. You can't cut me.

Simmer down, will you? I'm not going to cut you.

That's for you and Kane to decide who stays, who goes.

Tomorrow.

All right, you clowns, take a shower. A long one.

Guy.

Don't give up on yourself.

A lot of thinking in the past hour, Mr. Rourke. My love for her.

Her love for me.

Our future together.

Until now, I've had to fight a shadow, a ghost. But all that's changed now.

What do you intend to do?

Go back and fight for the woman I love.

Most commendable, Mr. Kingman.

But remember this. Beyond action, one also needs a very special kind of

understanding. An understanding that all things or people...

are not necessarily as they may seem.

And that change is inevitable, even as it was in the Garden of Eden.

I don't want to win by some kind of default, Mr. Rourke, if that's what

saying. I want to win because she loves me. That is not what I was saying, Mr.

King. Go, fight for your woman, fight for her, but do so with understanding

true love, for she will need them both.

I have the feeling you're trying to tell me something, and I'm missing it, that

I don't understand.

But you will, Mr. Kingman, you will.

I promise you.

Thank you.

What did you think of my playing today? It was even better than I was with you,

wasn't it?

Yes, Matt, you should be very pleased with yourself.

I didn't do it for myself. I did it for you.

I wanted to show you I could make it in your world, because I love you.

But, Matt, why didn't you ever say that before?

You would have laughed in my face.

No, first I would have had to stand in a chair, then you would have laughed in

my face.

I mean, those guys you hang out with are giraffes.

What would you want with a yappy little schnauzer like me?

Matt, remember the times we talked about art, music, and poetry while the team

was on the road?

Why do you think I did that?

You were probably lonely, so you had to put up with me.

Well, I can play with the big boys now, so you won't have to make allowances

anymore.

Ginger, I want to marry you.

You know, for a smart man, you don't understand anything.

Not about yourself.

Indefinitely not about me or the way I am.

Oh, Matt.

Ginger?

Ginger, I love you. Why do you keep walking away from me?

Johnny B., can't we talk now? Of course we'll talk. This party's for us,

sweetheart. These are my friends. Enjoy yourself.

Come on.

No, I don't want to.

Come on.

Follow me. Let's go.

Come on. Come on. Come on. I don't want to.

Just follow me, honey, and let yourself go.

I can't. I don't know how. Then I'll teach you. Come on.

Please. This isn't for us.

It's what I want. It's the life I've chosen. Do you understand?

It is my life.

Nothing went wrong, Mr. Kane. Your fantasy is proceeding in a totally

predictable manner.

Wrong. I don't love basketball. I love Ginger Donovan.

Now I probably lost her to some jock like Skyhook Skyler.

I bet she's been crazy about him all along. It's odd that you should mention

Skyler.

He happens to be visiting the two at this very moment.

I've got nothing to say to him.

I don't want you to talk. I want you to listen.

Not as a reporter waiting to hear a quotable remark.

This time I want you to listen with your heart, Mr. Kane.

You sure that canvas is big enough to get all of me on it?

No sweat.

The hardest part is to put your soul into it.

But that's what an artist has to do.

Yeah, I guess soul is important, all right.

But I'm more concerned with playing basketball the best that I can.

Basketball players and painters have special gifts.

And if you don't have a soul, you cannot make it.

So the bottom line is, you have to know who you are as a person. See?

I was just never too thrilled at who I am.

I mean...

That's why being a star athlete is so important to me.

It makes me more than who I am.

Like the boss say, we should love ourselves because God is in each of us.

And that's why we are very, very special person.

See?

You have to believe in yourself.

I've been a fool.

If Ginger could love me... It's got to be for the me behind the typewriter, not

the basketball whiz I've been trying to be.

Anything else would be a lie.

She'd be better off with Skyler.

You still assume she loves him because he's tall and athletic.

Well, Mr. Kane, you are not the first man to refuse to accept the truth.

Because he cannot accept himself.

I know what I have to do.

Thank you, mister.

Just a minute.

Forgive me for intruding so late, Miss Rose.

It's all right.

Come in, Mr. Rohr. Thank you.

Changes. Yes.

So many things I don't understand.

So many answers I want from Johnny, and he won't even explain. He won't even

talk to me.

What would you have him talk about, Miss Ross?

Of young and romantic love.

Of love which comes at first sight between strangers.

Love which is love for its own sake, quick and easy, without question or

judgment. Is that wrong?

No.

But that kind of love is so... Primitive, Miss Ross.

That is the love that was shared by the creatures of the woods and the jungles

when the world was young.

In the days when man found the soul, a troublesome thing.

Something to be ignored, suppressed.

Soul? Oh, of course.

Love to endure must also have a soul.

An essence.

A reality.

I've kept our love alive, very real, all of these years.

Perhaps you have sustained only a tender memory of a wonderful, although

primitive, moment. But only a moment, after all.

No, it was fate that separated us and cheated us. Our love would have grown

together. I'm sure of it. The tragedy of such love, love of passion only,

is not separation.

Or even death, Miss Ross.

It is time.

And time can bring indifference. That is a tragedy.

But indifference is something you will never suffer with, Mr. Kingman.

I've been thinking a lot about Ted this evening and...

Don't you see?

If I don't get these questions answered and talk to Johnny, no matter what the

answer is, nothing will ever be right for us.

Then you must indeed talk to him.

Do you think you could find him before Ted gets here?

I will send Captain Day to you in the morning.

He will meet you in the bar next door.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Good night, Miss Russell.

Good night.

Hello, Johnny.

Boy, do I need a pick -me -up.

There,

that's better.

What do you see, sweetheart?

A godlike youth that used to be?

Wasn't there a poet or somebody that said, man is actually a god in ruins?

He must have had me in mind.

Johnny, all those questions I wanted you to answer and all those things I

wanted to talk out made...

Maybe I was wrong about that.

I don't mind talking.

Maybe they're just not all that important.

Maybe not today.

Maybe not even tomorrow, but sooner or later. Every woman I've ever known wants

to know the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help of God.

Okay. Now, you said you wanted to know the truth.

Well, why not?

Why not?

Why not start from the beginning?

That so -called mission.

You know what really happened?

I deserted, baby.

I chickened out.

Some people call it being a coward.

And I've been on the run ever since.

That's why I'm hiding out in a backwater dump like this island.

All I ever really cared about was that you loved me.

No.

I'm just not getting through to you, am I?

Don't you hear what I'm trying to say, Helen?

No, you'll have to make it very clear to me, Johnny. Okay, I guess I owe you

that. Yes.

You asked me a question yesterday.

Why didn't I try to find you, remember?

Yes. The reason was simple enough. I didn't want to.

Why not?

I'm just not the kind of a guy who ever made a commitment.

Not to himself, not to his country, and not to you.

Johnny.

Everybody makes a commitment to something or somebody, sometime.

Oh, yeah, in a way, yes, sure.

I made mine to a fast buck.

Women, in general, you know what I mean.

For a while I kidded myself that what I couldn't take was seeing the woman I

loved getting old.

But I knew that wasn't the real reason.

What is the real reason?

I just didn't want the experience of looking at her.

Even you, Helen, knowing that this woman I once couldn't bear out of my sight

just didn't matter to me anymore.

That I didn't give a damn whether I ever saw her again.

And that's the real truth.

Sorry, sweetheart.

Thank you.

At last.

Kate! Come on, let's do it.

You're right there. I had to put on my shoes.

Well, listen, I know how much this means to both you guys, so I told the rest of

the team to stay in the locker room until we make a decision.

Okay,

big man, take it out whenever you're ready.

Good luck, Skye.

You're a great player, and you've got a brilliant career in the league.

Luck to you, too, Mr. Kane.

Hey, wait a minute. What's going on here anyway?

What are you, dogging it, Kane?

Where are all those fancy moves you were laying on everybody yesterday?

Fresh out of moves, Red.

What you see is all there is.

Sky's the man you want.

I don't need charity, Kane, if that's what this is all about.

It's not charity, Sky.

It's called telling it like it is.

I wrote it up and taped it for my next TV show.

Look and listen.

Dateline, Kane's corner.

The shortest career in NBA just came to an unlamented halt when yours truly,

Matthew Kane, was beaten out for a starting berth on the top headers by Al

Skyhook Skyler.

Although Kane had a few nifty moves, Skyler really had the qualities the game

needs. Talent, class, and a heart bigger than his contract.

Also, Skyler has guts, a commodity Kane lacks.

Or he would have long ago pulled himself up to his full height, five -two and

one -quarter, and told one Ginger Donovan that he sees her face in his

thought, and that he's had the audacity to love her even though they're worlds

apart.

Matt, wait!

Matt, don't you know that's all I ever wanted to hear?

Not about basketball and height and all that stuff.

Just that you needed me.

That you wanted me.

You must hurry, Captain.

I don't know how you managed to get here ahead of me, Mr. Rourke.

I'm sorry, but I have to do this my own way.

If you want Helen, you're going to have to fight for her, Captain, starting

right now. Mr. Kingman, please.

I'm not very good at this sort of thing, so you'll probably take me apart,

but... No, that's enough. That's enough.

That's enough.

Now, so that we all understand what this is all about, listen to me.

At first, I thank you all for accepting your roles and playing them so well,

without question.

But it would be unfair for you not to know the truth.

Especially you, Mr. Kingman.

Eight years ago, Captain John Day deserted a military mission and stole a

deal of money from a foreign power.

A guard was killed and Captain Day was caught.

He's serving a life sentence without chance of parole.

But he's here. How can that be?

I have certain influence, Mr. Kingman.

When I told Captain Day of Miss Ross's fantasy, he agreed to cooperate, and I

arranged for a weekend of freedom.

To do what?

To set a woman free, Mr. Kingman.

To convince Miss Ross that the romance she has clung to is in itself merely a

fantasy created in her mind by time and mystery.

And an unkind fate.

Captain Day and my friends here have acted out a drama upon which the final

curtain has fallen.

Captain Day has just sent away forever the only woman he has ever loved.

You pack a pretty good punch.

Good luck.

We can't thank you both enough.

Mr. Rourke, tattoos.

We'll never forget what you've done for us. Thank you. Never.

Bye. Goodbye.

Thanks.

Mr. Rourke, I want to thank you.

Can't tell you what these tropical breezes have done for the benefit of the

team? Well, I'm delighted.

Nothing did as good as the talks I had with Tattoo.

Thanks, little buddy.

You're welcome.

Come on, big man.

You seem very pleased, my friend.

You know, boss, once in a while it's very nice to find out what a big man I

Indeed.

Bye.

Ross. Thank you. Mr. Kingman.

Livingston. We have a lot of wedding plans to complete, Tattoo. Indeed.

By heart, here's congratulations to you both.

Thank you. You knew this would happen all the time, didn't you, Mr. Rourke?

I remember your little speech about wisdom, faith, and courage.

And happiness.

Oh, yes.

Happiness above all. Thank you.

Goodbye, Tattoo.

Thank you. Bye, Miss Kingman.

Boss,

Miss Scott will never know the truth about Captain Day, will she, boss? No,

the truth.

Except a very special kind of truth, perhaps. A truth that gives without

A truth that will bless every remaining day of her life.

That sounds more like love to me.

How wise you have become, my friend. How wise indeed.