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The plane!

The plane!

Good morning, Bob. Good morning, Tattoo. Good morning, Mr. Rourke. Good morning,

Julie.

Smiles, everyone, smiles.

Look, you didn't tell me that a magazine was doing a spade on that.

None is the two. That is Mr. Don Winters, a very sensitive freelance

photographer who has wanted to do nothing more than snap photos since he

child. He'll find a lot to shoot around here.

Unfortunately, Mr. Winters is the worst photographer imaginable, Julie. And his

fantasy is to take pictures that no photographer has ever achieved.

I bet you have some really great pictures lined up for him, Mr. Rourke.

do, Julie.

Including a spectacular type photo that no man has ever before taken or

will ever take again.

She looks like a dancer.

She is indeed, the two.

But dancing is only her hobby.

My professional, Miss Martha Harris, is a hairdresser from Nederland, Texas.

What's her fantasy, to be Dolly Parton's wig maker?

I wish it were that simple, Julie.

You see, Miss Harris is the great -granddaughter of the World War I spy,

Hari. I know that name. She was an important femme fatale.

Indeed. Mata Hari was possibly the most famous woman agent in history.

Miss Harris is determined to put to rest the many scandalous stories about her

great -grandmother's espionage activities and love affairs.

Her fantasy, in short, is to find out what Mata Hari was really like.

That could be very dangerous.

All right, you are the two.

Especially when you consider what happened to Mata Hari.

What did happen?

She was executed as an enemy agent.

That man looks like he lost his last friend. Who is it, Mr. Rourke? Mr.

Lowell, a geologist from the University of Northern Arizona. He is here to solve

a mystery that haunts his every waking moment.

Mystery like Sherlock Holmes?

Oh, no, no, nothing like that, no.

No, his fantasy is to find a young woman known only as Valerie, whom he met and

with whom he fell in love. A young woman who for two short days returned that

love and then inexplicably...

vanished as from the face of the earth.

That said, will he find her again?

He will find the truth, Tatooine.

That is all I can promise him.

My dear guests, I am Mr. Rourke, your host. Welcome to Fantasy Island.

This trail, Mr. Lowell, leads to a secret subterranean cavern which

Fantasy Island to the island called the Kahuna, where you said you met your

Valerie. Two months ago. Seems like a lifetime.

How did you meet?

Oh, uh, Mr. Lowell was there on an oil surveying expedition, I believe.

Turned out to be a waste of time. My conglomerate already bought the oil

Oh, I'm sorry.

Anyway, there's only one town on the island, and...

Valerie and I just bumped into each other on the street one day.

Literally. And it was love at first sight.

As corny as it sounds, yes.

We talked and walked around.

Everything just seemed to kind of fall into place for us.

Yet, you mentioned that something was bothering her.

Should have realized it then.

She was anxious. There was an underlying current of strain, but she never talked

about herself. Nothing. I was blind to everything about her, except how

beautiful she was and how I felt about her.

We had almost two days together.

One moment she was here, and then she was gone.

No goodbye.

Nothing. Just vanished.

Vanished.

That's why I've sought your help, Mr. Rourke.

Julie?

This, Mr. Lowell, is a mirror.

Oh, a very unique mirror.

Used properly, it will aid you in your search for Valerie.

Mr. Rourke, I'm a scientist.

Please, I... Trust me.

Trust me.

I want you to return to the place, the exact spot, where you last saw your

Valerie.

Study the mirror and concentrate on that final meeting.

Blank all else from your mind while holding fast to your love.

To your hope.

Thank you, Mr. Work.

I'll give it my best shot.

One final word of warning, Mr. Lowell. That subterranean cavern is completely

filled with water.

What? Well, except at very low tide, which at this time of year occurs once

daily, but only for a few short minutes. It would be lethal to attempt passage

at any other time.

Is it safe?

Oh, yes.

But I would hurry if I were you, Mr. Lowell.

If you should get trapped down there, you will drown.

Thank you.

Mr. Rourke.

Rourke. Ah, Mr. Wintes. We were looking for you. Yeah, I've been walking around

all over the island. It's a photographer's paradise, but come on,

kidding? I mean, asking you to turn me into a cardioverse fond of Stieglitz and

Avedon, it's like asking you to turn a house painter into a Rembrandt.

Everything is possible on Vendor's Island.

I don't think you'll say that when you see this.

That's not bad.

Mr. Winters, will you come this way, please?

Sometimes when we run into career difficulties, it helps to return to

For instance, this simple and expensive instrument that develops its own film.

What? An instant camera for a professional photographer?

Mr. Rourke, I was hoping to take a picture no one ever conceived.

Ah, I get it.

Can't give him my fantasy, huh?

On the contrary, Mr. Winters.

Your fantasy has already begun.

The trouble you see that Mr. Winters gets off to a good start.

Remember, Mr. Winters, the camera doesn't lie.

In fact, it may tell you some things that it would be better not to know.

I'll take that chance, Mr. Rook.

Mr. Rourke, I have read everything ever printed about my great -grandmother.

About her many love affairs and how she extracted secret information from her

lovers and passed it on to the enemy.

But it's all full of contradictions and exaggerations.

Some even say she was a double agent.

Oh, yes, yes, Miss Harris.

Matter Harry became a highly romanticized figure.

To some, a heroine and a martyr.

To others, a traitor.

Well, I don't know what to believe, and that's why I'm here.

I've just got to know the truth.

Very well, Miss Harris.

But first, I must make you well aware of the kind of world you will be entering.

A complex web of international intrigue. The unrelenting tensions and dangers

with which a spy must live.

Especially in time of war.

That's right.

Well, I know the rift.

Do you?

Yes, just so I know that you'll be there in case I need you.

When you need me, I will help you up to a point.

That's a promise.

That's good enough.

Well, in that case, Tattoo.

This way, Miss Harris.

Thank you, Tattoo.

The war to end all wars.

The year is 1915, and this is France.

Beyond that door, your fantasy awaits you.

Um, Mr. Roark?

My clothes.

What's happened to me?

Mademoiselle Harry, where have you been?

I was worried about you.

Attention, attention.

Mesdames, messieurs. Your close attention, s 'il vous plaît. Here she is

dance for you once more.

The incomparable Martha Harry.

No, no, no, no. You made a mistake. I'm not Martha Harry.

When you need me, I will help you to a point.

That's a promise.

Oh, well.

Magnificent. Hold me down.

That was a new routine, n 'est -ce pas?

Well, new for me.

Your usual room has been prepared for you. I will send champagne.

No, I will bring it personally.

You're very kind.

There is one more thing. Be careful.

Very careful.

Come on, shoot.

I'm scared.

Don't worry.

Whatever you shoot will be beautiful.

Hey, it's a girl.

It's a nude girl.

I didn't see any naked girl.

I see one now.

Listen, you show me a naked girl in that water, I'll show you one that isn't

there.

That's impossible.

You can't take a picture before it happens.

Can you?

There's something very, very wrong with this camera.

I think you can make a lot of money with a camera broken that good.

Oh yeah.

Cherie, you are my only true love and a heroine of France.

I am?

He's here.

That people across the room waiting for you.

So he is.

I could arrest him now. It will be for me a great call.

Walter Lucas, arrested by Captain Claude Dumas of French intelligence. He's the

most dangerous enemy agent in France.

He is?

Unfortunately, I know I could never make him talk, even under interrogation. So,

mon cher, it's up to you. You understand the importance of this assignment.

You better run that by me again, Claude.

Ah, oui.

One of our agents in Germany has warned us that the enemy will launch an attack

somewhere at the front by dawn tomorrow.

However, we believe that Lucas has received the new German code.

with which Berlin will transmit the battle orders.

And you want me to get the code? It will save thousands of Allied lives.

Now, you may be sure he will have hidden it well.

I will do my best to create a diversion in order to help you get closer to the

scoundrel.

Mata, you must persuade him to tell you where he has that book.

Persuade?

Yeah.

Once again, you give your all for France.

Bonne chance.

My only love.

Thank

you.

A great honor. Thank you.

Mr. Rourke.

Am I glad to see you.

I can't imagine this would be like this. I just wanted to find out about my

great -grandmother. Now suddenly I am Marduhari.

I could get in serious trouble doing this if you could just tell these

No, I'm sorry, Miss Harris. What has been initiated here must run its course.

And it is imperative that you convince them you are who they think you are or

they will certainly denounce you as an imposter.

Monsieur Lucas is waiting.

That guy is a spy.

My son.

Leave soon. You are my only love.

Walter. Walter.

Walter.

Walter.

Walter. Walter, please, we must talk.

Talk? Talk?

Of course.

About the new code.

Right, the code.

Don't play games.

You promised to get the new French cord from Captain Dumas.

Oh, that cord.

She knows how much I love her. Still, she betrays France.

The Allies are planning a big push beginning at dawn tomorrow.

We must know on which section of the France our attack will be launched.

Well, don't worry, Walter.

Everything's under control.

Wunderbar, wunderbar.

But I must have a copy of our new German code.

So that I can keep in touch with you at all times, Walter.

You shall have it the moment you are across the lines.

Across the what?

It is all arranged, Liebchen.

We go tonight together to deliver your French code book to the chief of German

intelligence. There is no doubt you will be decorated.

The Kaiser's most valuable agent.

Mademoiselle Harry, you are there?

Oui. We are ready for our next performance.

You say, Lipschitz?

Tonight.

Tonight.

Fantastic.

The Mata Hare is the most beautiful spy in the world.

And the most stupid.

He's back, Mr. Lacey. That Lowell guy's back.

Damned if he ain't.

What are we going to do about him?

Do, Jimmy?

Why would I want to do anything?

He's messing around here again.

Don't make much difference, Jimmy.

Probably just make it a sentimental journey.

But there's no way he can cause us any worry.

He came back way too late for that.

He came back way too late.

I want you to return to the place, the exact spot where you last saw your

Valerie.

Study the mirror and concentrate on that final meeting.

It will aid you in your search for Valerie.

These are today's closing prices.

I know, I know.

You don't seem to understand. The market is closed for today.

Just a souvenir.

Oh, man.

Will you feast your eyes on that?

Tomorrow's prices today.

Oh, it will be up five points.

Yeah. And we look at pork bellies up 15, and tomorrow's grain prices. Do you

believe that, huh? What are you going to do?

Buy like hell.

All units, be on the lookout for escaped prisoner Eddie Avalon, 5 '8", 150

pounds, wearing blue denims, armed and dangerous.

Now, tomorrow morning, I want you to put a buy on all those at market, okay?

That's quite an order. Yeah, but for tomorrow night, I'll be a millionaire.

And now, please have all those securities ready.

I want to touch them and caress them.

Boy, am I going to make a lot of money.

Mademoiselle, you will come with me, please.

Why? What have I done, Claude? Captain Dumas, if you please.

Mademoiselle Mata Hari, we have been given reason to believe that you are

collaborating with Walter Lucas, a known German spy.

Get dressed.

Walter Lucas, we arrest you for being an enemy agent.

I saw you looking at my name on the archway.

I'm Adam Larrabee. What do you want?

I'm looking for someone.

A girl.

Her name is Valerie.

Yeah.

I figured you was the one.

It took you longer to come here than I figured, Mr. Lowe.

You know me?

How? For my daughter, Valerie.

Valerie's your daughter?

Well, then where is she, Mr. Larrabee? She disappeared. Is she all right?

can hurt her.

Can you please take me to her?

What do you know of grief, boy?

You knew her two days.

She was my blood, my only child.

What happened?

She took a fever and she died.

No, it can't be just... It can't be that simple.

Something else had to happen.

In town, she was afraid.

She was afraid of something or someone.

I don't know about in town, boy.

I know she came back here and she took a fever and died.

And I buried her.

Go back to wherever you came from.

Leave my daughter and me in peace.

Please.

I love you.

Bye, Valerie.

Bye.

One more time? Uh -huh.

Hey, bartender, you're looking at a man who has just taken the most fantastic

pictures ever.

With that thing, huh? Hey, this thing is my future.

Oh, not again.

Oh.

Hey, you're the nude girl in the pool, huh?

Hey, listen, I wanted to... Can I buy you a... My name...

I'm a photographer.

I'm from Ohio, Dorset. I have a story there.

And that's about all there is to know about Don Winters.

Well, that sounds great.

Look, I'm a reporter for a newspaper, and I come from Muncie, Indiana, and my

name's Ellen.

Hey, we're only about 20 miles apart.

Would you two like me to record this moment for posterity?

Uh -huh.

Well? Is it okay with you?

Well, sure, I have my clothes on this time. Yeah.

Can I

see it?

It's terrible. I don't think you want to...

Let me explain.

So what's to explain? You've got a pornographic camera. Now, that's just

You don't understand.

I mean, that's what's going to happen.

Oh, is it?

Good.

Hey, you know, I can make some things happen, too.

How about some rain?

She's in the hilltop.

Hi. Remember me? We shared a martini. I got the olives in my ear.

Well, put a glass on your head and maybe no one will notice. No, no, wait, wait.

Now, you may not realize it, but any way I look at the situation, I'm in

trouble. If I tell you the picture's going to come true, you'll slam the

If I tell you this is a magic camera, you call the men in the white coats.

You're right.

You lose.

Bye. It's a magic camera!

How'd you do it?

Would you believe me if I say you wouldn't believe me?

First things first, Mr. Photographer, I am not

a pickup.

Hey, you know I know that. Yeah, I know you know because I'm telling you so.

But I also know that that thing took a picture of us that didn't happen.

Not yet.

Oh, come on now.

That thing took a picture of us and I want to know how it happened.

It's a magic camera.

Magic? Right.

I must be losing my mind.

For some strange reason, I really hope this isn't a trick.

It's a magic camera. And what's happening between us is a different kind

magic.

Good grief.

That bad, huh?

No. Actually, you're starting to make some sense.

It's crazy, but whatever it is that's happening, I'm really glad it's

Really?

Well, I... But, Claude, you said

you loved me. How can you believe I'm working for the Germans, too? Take off

your clothes. No!

You must be thirst.

Make them.

I surrender.

You might at least pretend to be a gentleman.

I will examine each garment, every stitch, personally.

What exactly are we looking for, Capitaine?

Evident. That is my duty and yours.

I know, sir. War is here. Shall I continue, Capitaine? Certainly. We must

the bottom of this.

Two codes?

French?

And German, mother.

You have betrayed me. This proves you are a double agent.

Oh, great -grandmother.

Couldn't you think of something better than that?

I know she came back here and she took a fever and died and I buried her.

I don't know what else you are, old man, but you're a liar.

Chef?

Remember me?

Lowell, isn't it? Yeah, you were looking for a girl. You been in a swamp?

That's right, digging up her grave.

Do you know a guy who calls himself Adam Larrabee?

What about him, and what about this grave?

Larrabee says he has a daughter who got a fever and died.

Yeah, I did hear that.

But the old man wasn't very friendly, kept to himself. Not many town folk knew

either of them.

You saying that daughter of his is the girl you were looking for?

Yeah, if she is his daughter.

I don't know what kind of game he's playing, but I know one thing for a

Her grave is empty.

That's interesting, Mr. Lowell.

I know something else, Sheriff.

The girl I know is Valerie.

She's out in the jungle hiding, afraid and alone.

How do you know that? Because I saw her today.

It was through the trees, just a glimpse, but it was her.

Now, I'm going back out there, but I wanted someone to know where I am just

case something happens to me.

Somebody who can help her.

Like you.

Let the law handle it, Mr. Lowell. I'll find out what's going on.

No, I'm going out there.

You see, Sheriff, I'm... I love her, and I gotta find out what the truth is.

What was all that about?

She's alive, Mr. Lacey. That Larrabee girl's alive.

The old man made a fool of us.

Don't worry about it, Jimmy.

All it means is... we'll have to kill him.

Both.

Ellen, I love you and I want to marry you.

Me too, Don.

Ellen, the camera's giving me confidence I've never had.

And the pictures are good.

They're also of scenes that haven't happened yet when I photograph them.

Out, Don. Out!

What's the matter?

I'm getting sick.

I've got a virus, I've got a headache, and I refuse to be infatuated with a

loony bird. Ellen, I swear, I took a picture of a stockbroker's commodity

I invested every dime I had. When they pay off, I'll pick up a bundle.

Magic cameras, and you're rich.

You're rich? Yeah. Look, look, you see this? This camera photographs tomorrow.

Get out of here, Don, or refuse to be in bed with a psycho. Look, here, take a

picture of me. Come on, come on. Take a picture of me.

It could mean our whole life together.

Let me see it.

It's me. I'm dead.

Captain Dumac?

Yes. A message for you, sir.

Walter Lucas wants to meet you in no man's land.

Who gave you this?

It was picked up by intelligence, sir.

A German telegraph signal.

Mr. Larrabee!

What are you doing here?

It's a portrait of me.

Valerie was working on it before she... When that...

Damnable fever took her.

I'll ask you again, what are you doing here?

You pointed out, Mr. Larrabee, I only knew your daughter for two short days.

It wasn't enough.

I'd like to see where she lived.

Her room, if you'll show me.

I'll show you.

Then you'll go.

And this time, don't come back.

the way she left it. I touched nothing.

Where did you get that?

On a bush, Mr. Larrabee.

A bush that tore Valerie's skirt today in the jungle.

You see, I dug up her grave.

You had no right. I had every right.

See, I love her.

Now, damn it, I want to know what's going on here. Have you told anybody

the grave?

Yeah, I told the sheriff.

You fool.

You meddling fool.

No, Daddy, no.

No, please.

I'm so sorry, Bill.

Oh, Valerie, Valerie.

I love you.

And I love you, too.

Mr. Rourke!

Mr. Rourke!

Ah, Mr. Winters, how are you?

Mayday, Mr. Rourke, mayday. You've got to get me off this island.

Leave? But why?

Tattoo told me that you have been enjoying yourself immensely.

Yeah, I was. I mean, I did. Look, this is crazy, Mr. Rourke. This camera takes

pictures before they happen.

But that was your fantasy, Mr. Winters.

Pictures that not even the greatest photographer ever conceived.

Yeah, but not like this one.

I see, yes.

Well, I must agree, this is an unfortunate turn of events, isn't it?

Unfortunate? I'm dead. That's my body. It happened here on the island. Call the

police. Get me off this island.

Oh, I am so sorry, Mr. Winters.

But once a fantasy has begun, it must be played out to its own inevitable

conclusion.

This conclusion?

My death? My funeral?

There is a saying, Mr. Winters.

A man becomes aware of his life's flow and hears its winding murmur, and he

the meadows where it glides, the sun, the breeze.

You are still alive, Mr. Winters.

And where there is life... Oh, by the way, I just heard that you made a

in the stock market. Everyone's talking about it. You must be elated.

Big deal.

Captain DeMarc.

Halt!

Mr.

Walter Lucas.

Time to dispense with that alias, DeMarc. You know my true identity.

DeMarc, you know who I am.

Commander Walter.

Canaris. The Imperial German Navy.

Dumac, is it true that you had Mata Hari arrested?

Or have I walked into a trap?

It is true, Commander.

She was tried by a court -martial and sentenced to be shot.

It's all your fault, Dumas.

You're the one who got her involved in this spy business in the first place.

took advantage of an innocent girl. You are the one who corrupted her and got

her to work for your side, made her a double agent.

Evil.

I might as well admit it.

Dumas, I love that woman.

You? What does a German know about love? The grand passion, the adoration I feel

for her.

Adoration, adoration.

You had her arrested.

Why do you think I risked my life to come here?

I'm filled with remorse.

My duty is to my country. But as long as she is taken out of action, I will have

done my duty. Will you help?

We are enemies in war.

But there lies in our devotion to this great lady.

an idea, but I will need your help.

Do you think you can persuade your artillery to stop their barrage at the

precise moment?

To be agreed upon by both of us, of course.

I, uh, really don't understand what you're trying to tell me.

The sheriff you talked to, he actually works for Mr. Lacey.

The so -called mayor.

And the mayor fronts for a combine.

Well, what combine?

A crooked one.

Oil. This island floats on it, boy.

When they heard you were coming here to do a survey, they panicked.

Forged some option papers to freeze your company out.

How'd you find out about it?

I worked for Lacey.

He didn't bother to make a secret out of it.

Not at first.

My daughter's not as weak as her father.

Lacey said he cut me in big, so I kept my mouth shut.

He did it for me, Bill.

He thought his daughter should be a female Van Gogh or Cezanne.

Valerie's a magnificent painter. She belongs in Europe with all the world's

greatest art teachers.

But that takes financing.

Was I wrong in taking Lacey's money, Mr. Lowell?

So you decided to expose the whole oil swindle?

Yes.

That was before I found out that Lacey was trying to have me killed.

That's what I was doing in town.

I was trying to rent a getaway boat.

When I met you.

It was wonderful.

But terrible to fall in love.

Just the wrong moment.

Valerie's fever and the fake dying was my idea to protect her from Lacey.

Oh, boy, and I blundered in and brought him down on all of us.

Look, we've got to get out of here. There's no place to run.

Wrong. There is a place to run.

Tide. When is low tide?

Oh, just about now.

They'll trail us wherever we go.

Well, we can't stay here and roll over and play dead.

Look, I think I can get us out of here.

If you'll trust me.

Okay, let's go. Wait!

They're out there.

The back way.

We're near the water.

Well, you gotta hurry, boy.

I'm getting a little nervous.

Listen.

Let's get out of here. Wait.

There's nothing ahead of us but ocean. He's right, Bill.

There's an underwater cavern that I passed through to get here. It's just

Cavern? Leading to where?

A place called Fantasy Island.

Wait for people to start over.

Please, both of you have faith.

Daddy? Faith it is.

The tide's rising and you'll make it.

Must have taken a wrong turn.

Where are we?

Welcome back, Mr. Lowell.

I see that your fantasy has been fulfilled.

Mr. Rourke, they're behind us. We're being chased.

The pursuit is over, Mr. Lowe.

As is your fantasy.

They didn't chase you any further because they thought you were trapped

tide would drown you.

At this very moment, they're celebrating the fact that you are dead. They'll

never chase you again.

Unless they can escape from the prison where I promise they'll spend many years

to come.

The briefcase is a little gift from the company and gratitude for your business.

It's genuine leather.

Tell me, how in the world did you do it?

Oh, he's very bright.

Ellen, I want you to have the securities and a good life after I'm gone.

Darling, wait.

Wait, please. Someone has to sign for these.

Now, please be...

Very careful. Those are negotiable. They're just like cash.

Don!

I had a good life.

It wasn't a great one, but it wasn't bad.

Me. I had to make it better by coming here.

And it was getting better.

I mean, I had money.

A girl, a lovely girl.

Now it's all over.

It didn't even get started.

You get the picture?

I didn't say that, did I?

Dawn, good grief. I've been looking all over for you.

Well, it isn't time to go to the funeral parlor yet.

Hey, now, look. You're not going to give up on me. I'm not going to let you walk

out. I'm not walking anywhere.

Oh, honey.

Great. I'm going to be a widow before I even get married.

I got an idea.

We'll call the police. We'll find out where he died and we won't go there.

Hey, yeah, that's a great idea.

I'll go phone them.

Wait a minute.

It hasn't happened yet.

I'm still alive.

They won't know anything about it.

We'll use the magic camera, take pictures of the headline, and we'll know

tomorrow's news is.

Huh? Come on, come on, come on.

Okay, shoot it.

No, every time I... Oh, come on, look, you're bound to be a hot story, right?

Shoot it.

Okay, I...

Son, there's been a terrible mistake.

I'm not me.

I'm not she.

I'm not Mata Hari.

I'm her great -great -granddaughter from Nederland, Texas.

Oh, this is crazy!

Will somebody please call the American consul?

Your commander, Major Cerdin, has asked me to take over this detail. He is

unfortunately indisposed.

Now, in accordance with military custom, one of your rifles has been loaded with

blanks. Not easy for a Frenchman to shoot a woman.

I suggest that each of you says to himself, I am the one with the blanks.

One last drink, mademoiselle.

It will give you courage.

Please, you must help me. Be brave, mademoiselle.

For France.

And for me.

Your Claude.

Claude!

Captain DeMarc!

Ready!

Hey, Don.

Maybe only the good things come true.

Like the money.

You and me in bed.

What do you say we make a toast to each other? Forever and ever and ever and

ever.

Or sooner.

Come on, Don.

Hey, be a fighter, huh?

That's easy to say. It's not the first day of the last day of the rest of your

life.

Now, look, you.

I don't know how or why we met.

This whole thing seems like a bad joke.

Dan, well, I'm in love with you.

I'm going to have to let something like a dumb magic camera come between us.

Yeah? Fantasy Island floors.

Oh, how sweet.

Oh, Ellen, wait!

No problem.

Just give me all the securities and take off all your clothes. Both of you.

What are you going to do?

Kill me?

You can't. Unless it's a lethal car you're holding in your hand there.

Lady, you better talk to this guy. I think he's flipping his lid.

Look, Sarah, I've killed other people before. You understand what I mean?

I got nothing to lose.

Oh, come on. Just give me the gun and go away. Don't you see? You made a

mistake. You goofed. This isn't the way I'm going to die. Unless you can conjure

up a flaming car crash right here in this room.

Tell him, Ellen. Tell him.

All right, all right. Take it easy. The securities are right there.

Take off your clothes. Fast.

Go get me his pants.

Don't do that. Don't do that. Don't do that.

Make a snappy.

Come on,

Commander.

Play your part.

Doctor, hurry up and verify that she's dead.

The guns, they have stopped.

That means the enemy is about to attack. Doctor, you'd better get out of here.

To your battle stations, quickly.

Take her.

Quickly.

Forgive me, Martha.

Adieu, love of my life.

and bon voyage on your journey to another world.

Miss Harris, your fantasy is over.

But I'm dead. They shot me.

Their rifles were all loaded with blanks.

Captain Dumarc saw to that. And he gave you a drink.

A powerful knockout drug.

Then that means that Mata Hari... Was executed.

Officially. But in reality... There was a rumor that she was smuggled

out of France.

Is that it, Mr. Rourke? Did someone put her on a ship for America?

Why do you ask me, Miss Harris?

You were there.

You are here.

It's safe now, Mr. Winters.

Officer, who was in the car? Here's his license.

His name was Don Winters.

He was a photographer.

That's how it happened.

It was a mistake.

Ellen, honey, it was a mistake.

Mr. Rourke, you made a boo -boo. Oh, I beg to differ, Mr. Winters.

People make mistakes with their lives.

But life...

never makes a mistake with people.

By your expression, Mr. Lowell, I suspect that the veil of mystery which

darkened your life may soon be replaced by the wedding veil.

If I get the right answers to a question, I'm going to pop aboard the

You're right, Mr. Royt.

The boss is always right.

Well, thank you, then.

Well, we wouldn't want to ruin his perfect record.

In my day, we didn't waste time with all this fancy footwork. I asked your

mother to marry me the first time I met her.

And did you say yes, Mr. Larrabee?

Of course.

He did what?

As a matter of fact, she said no.

But I kept asking.

Thank you, Mr. Rourke. Oh, you're very welcome.

Thank you, Mr. Rourke.

Goodbye, Mr. Larvey.

Mr. Rourke, it was fantastic. I'm leaving Fantasy Island with the most

incredible photograph of all.

Only she's real.

Yeah, thanks for introducing me.

Oh, it wasn't I.

Thank the camera.

Oh, yeah. Listen, will you take this back, please, huh? I've had enough of

future. I'm going back home and enlarging my photography store and let

else worry about taking pictures.

Goodbye, Mr. Rourke. You're welcome, Mr. Winters. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Well, Miss Harris, do you now know what the lady known as Matt Harry was really

like? Absolutely, Mr. Roark. She was just a girl with her heart on her sleeve

who gave love back to anybody who loved her.

She also tried very hard to save the lives of thousands of young men.

On both sides.

Never forget that.

I won't.

And I want to thank you, Mr. Roark, from both of us.

Miss Harris, I have a souvenir for you.

You will be happy to know that Miss Mata Harris' two sweethearts, gallant and

honorable soldiers, both survived the war.

These are two of the decorations they won.

La Croix de Guerre. And the Iron Cross. I know that we want to have them.

I'll always cherish this and the memories.

Thank you.

Goodbye. Goodbye, Miss Harris.

Sorry, I'm late. Never mind.

Never mind being late. What happened to you?

I was working on Mrs. Jones' fantasy.

You mean the great grandmother that wanted to be in mud wrestling?

That's the one.

Julie, overseeing a fantasy is one thing, but to participate in mud

Mr. Rourke, I did not mud wrestle.

I was referee.