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Bye -bye.

Good morning, Buck. Good morning, Tattoo.

Good morning, Mr. Roark. Good morning, Julie.

Tattoo? Good morning, Julie.

Going on a picnic?

Not exactly.

Julie, do you recall a few weeks ago when I asked you to take care of a

intruder, the chef found in the kitchen, remember?

And he asked you to find a nice family?

Because you neglected to fulfill that duty, it would appear that you now have

not only the mother...

but four more intruders to find home for.

Will you see to it, my dear Julie?

Please?

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

Oh, I know that lady, boss.

She's Sarah Jean Rollins.

Quite right.

Who's that man with her?

Her manager, Mr. Sam Treacher.

Miss Rollins traveled the country western circuit for some years with a

gifted young guitarist. They were very much in love.

His name was Billy Williams.

Hmm. I remember him.

He died in an automobile accident.

Yes, that's right.

And now she is here to record a new song that both she and her manager feel will

be her biggest hit.

Miss Rowland's fantasy is to have Billy Williams accompany her and the guitar at

her recording session.

But boss...

How can he?

After all, he's dead.

Who is that boss?

I hope he didn't come here to bury his nose in the book.

Harley Tattoo.

Mr. Ralph Rogers is an English history buff, and that book happens to be Mark

Twain's A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court.

I get it, boss.

He wants to visit Camelot.

Close. But more precisely, Mr. Rogers' fantasy is to meet in person the

legendary King Arthur himself.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

I believe this whole business, Sarah Jean coming here, expecting Billy

a dead man, to be playing at her recording session is just a whole lot of

baloney. Sam, don't.

It's my dream.

It's all I have to hold on to.

Now, Sarah Jean, I just don't think it's right, him leading you on like this. I

am curious, Mr.

Treacher, please forgive me, but which concerns you the most, Miss Rollins'

personal feelings?

Or your own financial enrichment.

Now, you look here, Mr. Rourke.

Sam, please.

Mr. Rourke, now that I am here, what am I supposed to do now?

First, do you have any questions, Miss Rollins?

Can you really make it happen, Mr. Rourke?

I can make it possible for Billy Williams to accompany you at your

session.

But you must listen very carefully to what I have to say.

It is of great importance.

You must believe deep within yourself that your fantasy will come

true.

That is the only way I can make it possible.

I'll try real hard, Mr. Rourke.

Very well.

Then please proceed with your plans and keep that faith firmly in your heart.

I certainly hope your expectations are fully realized, Mr. Rogers.

And now, will you join us on the terrace, please?

You are, of course, familiar with the legend of Arthur's magic sword,

Oh, yes, of course.

He pulled Excalibur from a stone.

A feat no one else could accomplish.

And he became king of all England.

Precisely. Tattoo?

You organize it?

Excalibur. Yes, Mr. Rogers, it is Excalibur.

And if you can draw it from that stone.

Your fantasy will begin.

I'm in Camelot.

What happened?

Merlin, you muddlehead.

What have you done now?

Uh -oh, boss.

What manner of sorcery is this?

Who are you?

Who dares to touch my sword?

Here you are. What happened? I was there. I saw Camelot. All of a sudden,

back with him.

I'm sorry.

Somehow the polarity reversed itself.

But no harm done.

Your fantasy is, after all, to meet King Arthur. And here he is.

Your Majesty, I am Mr. Rourke, your host. Welcome to Fantasy Island.

I am Arthur, king of all England.

I have no time for dally.

I have scheduled a meeting at the round table, and that cursed lancelot will be

romancing Guinevere, my queen.

It's all my fault.

Knowing how things turn out, I think you'd be better off here.

I am better off when I am where I wish to be, Dave.

Stand aside.

I will find a horse who'll take me from your island.

Back! To Camelot!

This isn't what I want.

See, I was thinking of knights and ladies and Camelot.

Your fantasy was to meet King Arthur, and you have done so.

Can we start over?

May I point out that until I can return him to his Camelot, his safety is your

responsibility.

Now I would suggest you get started immediately.

Are you all right?

I don't know.

There was weird music coming from I don't know where.

Someone was trying to scare me.

Well, whoever did it is probably gone now.

You're... You're Sarah Jean Rawlins, aren't you?

How would you know?

I think I'd know you anywhere.

They told me at Mr. Rourke's office that I'd find you here.

My name's Todd Porter.

Well, you see, I have all your records.

I play them all the time.

Nobody in the world thinks better than you do, Miss Rollins.

That's mighty sweet of you to say.

Heck, you ought to be president of my fan club.

It's all right with me.

Maybe we could... I don't know, maybe we could get together and talk about it or

something.

You're welcome to call me later if you like.

Do you mean it?

Sure.

I'm in the lilac bungalow.

All right.

I'll see you later, then.

What's that?

It's a guy in a tin suit on a horse.

I know that. Tell him to get out of the way.

Hey, so, Lancelot, move over. We're coming through.

Lancelot, so you would jest with cuckoldry, would you?

Prepare yourselves and your strange mount for battle. You have insulted

king of all England.

Arthur, Your Majesty, you've got to get through your head. This is the 20th

century, and we just don't go around skewering people.

20th century? You're mad?

Yes, of course you are.

You are in the future, and this is a place called Fantasy Island.

And you are here through some kind of magic.

If what you say is true, then against all judgment, my senses confirm your

words. Oh, Lancelot, trash your amorous instincts. You have connived with Merlin

to my undoing.

Why don't you go to a bar in a... a tavern?

And wash the dust from out of our... the mud from off our faces.

For the first time, young Ralph, your words make sense.

Away we go.

Sam, who's going to accompany me at rehearsal?

I shall, Miss Rollins.

That is, if you have no objection.

Yeah, I said it would be all right.

My boss is an excellent maestro.

He used to give recitals. Now, Tattoo, please.

There you go. Ah, thank you.

Shadow Games.

That's a lovely title.

I touched the pillow nestled where he lay.

do such a thing?

The king of all England invites you to drink with him.

A tankard of ale, my good fellow.

Oh, boy.

A king or no king.

Mr. Rourke said you're my responsibility.

Now, come on, let's go.

Let's go?

Frankly, young Ralph, you're becoming something of a pest.

Oh, I've always wanted to meet a real king.

Don't tell me now.

Charles, right? Your name's Charles?

No. I have come here to quench my thirst, not to dilly -dally with a

wench. Be off.

Common wench? Listen, you fruitball. No two -bit actor in a funny tin suit calls

Sheila Shaloma wench. I've got friends, and they'll chase you and your crummy

rogue company or whatever nut house you escape from right back... Mrs. Des

Moines. Miss, miss, miss, miss. You misunderstand.

See, wench is an old English idiom. And wench means beauty and charm

and grace and nice things.

Now, let's get out of here. Will you let go?

Well, well, well.

Hey, Lancelot.

The two toads.

that caused my horse to push me into that abysmal quagmire.

I told you...

has a right to shaking me up so that all I really know is here we

come again I'm here I

Oh, yes, indeed. She's wonderful, Mr. Treacher.

Thank you. Thank you.

I heard that you came here to record a new song.

One of the prettiest songs I ever wrote.

It's called Shadow Games.

Who wrote it?

Sam bought it from a young songwriter down in Nashville.

I heard later it drowned in a bottle.

The thing about it is, the words...

And the melody line, they remind me of Billy Williams.

Did you ever hear Billy?

Yeah.

He used to play guitar for you.

Billy and I went through some hard times.

Riding buses all night.

Barely making one night stands.

Living on junk food and soda pop.

But they were sweet times.

Sounds as if you liked more than just his music.

I love Billy more than I love life.

And he loved me.

Just when things were getting good for us, got our first recording date, the

accident happened.

I gotta get going.

Todd, wait.

I'm sorry if I got running on and all, but sometimes it makes me feel better to

talk about it.

It's all right. I think you said all that needs saying.

You did well in battle, young Ralph.

But tell me, what was that strange weapon that spat smoke and fire?

Shattered a bottle at ten paces, put a hole in my armor at twenty.

That's called a gun.

A gun. And they've got bigger ones that can shatter your whole body and kill

you.

Sounds.

With a weapon like that, I could wreak havoc with the Vikings. They would never

raid England again.

Is that all you ever think about is... His battles and wars?

Yes. I mean, what about... What about the... What about the splendor of

What about chivalry?

What about love?

What about your wife, Guinevere?

She left me.

Vanished. Not even Merlin could find her.

I'm sorry.

You must have loved her very much.

I adore her.

But I had affairs of state to attend to, wars to fight.

Such is the life of a king.

Somehow I thought it would be different.

Well, I'm taking you back to my bungalow.

I'm going to keep you out of sight, keep you out of trouble until Mr. Rourke can

get you back to Camelot.

Hold, knave.

You would lock up the king of all England like some maiden aunt. I shall

I wish, where I wish.

Have a nice walk, young Ralph.

You know, he's nothing like I thought he'd be.

King Arthur, he's vain, he's stubborn, he's ungrateful. Come now, Mr. Rogers,

you're speaking of King Arthur, your idol.

Why, you must remember, he's a stranger in a strange land.

Strange, that's the word.

Well, as you say, you did the best you could. Now, I suggest you have his feet

over here.

Have a nice, cool drink.

Huh? Yeah.

Perhaps strike up a conversation with someone and relax.

Mr. Rogers.

Relax.

Do you mind?

Oh, no, not at all.

My name is Ralph Rogers.

Oh, well, you may call me Gwen. Gwen? Gwen.

Been to finish young before?

Oh, no, no, never.

I needed to be someplace away from my usual pursuit.

You know, solitude, peace of mind.

My husband is in politics, you see.

You're married, huh? We're separated.

My husband is a very jealous and possessive man.

But let's not talk about him.

That's a good idea.

I've got another one, too.

How would you like to have dinner tonight?

Where do you suggest?

Oh, there's a... I don't...

Later on.

Bob?

Yes? Miss Rollins would like to speak with you.

Oh, by all means, please, Miss Rollins, please come in.

Have a seat, won't you? No, no, it's okay.

It's about one of the other guests who's staying here.

Todd Porter?

Yes.

Well, there's something about him.

But I don't know quite what it is.

Miss Rawlins, I cannot tell you anything about Mr. Todd Porter.

Not at this time. But there is something I will tell you.

He will later prove to be of the utmost importance in the fulfillment of your

fantasy.

Todd?

But how?

You must allow him to play the guitar accompaniment at your recording session.

Now, I think you will find he is quite talented.

You promised me Billy would be playing.

Mr. Rock said that you must have faith. You must believe.

He can make your fantasy come true.

I've been trying very hard.

Then you must do what I ask by allowing Mr. Todd Porter to accompany you.

Billy, I miss you.

I need you so much.

You know, there's something about you, Gwen, that besides being beautiful and

warm and charming, there's a certain elegance, a

regalness. Oh, you are a romantic, Ralph.

Ah, there you are, young Ralph.

Mr. Rourke said that I would find you here. I'm afraid I was a bit high

this afternoon, and I've come to... What is it?

Oh, for the rogue scoundrel! Have you struck an alliance with Lancelot, or do

you dally with the queen on your own?

I was just... Oh, Arthur, please act your age.

He's a perfectly nice man who doesn't have the slightest notion of who I am.

Stand aside, Guinevere.

Guinevere?

Mr. Roque wouldn't do that to me. I shall cut this false friend into four

vertical stalks of celery.

Help!

Stop! Again you make a fool of me.

Camelot, London, our castle, our friends' castles, Northumberland are now

Always your insane jealousy. And like always, I am leaving you again.

Gentlemen, gentlemen.

I suggest we have a word together in my office within the hour. In fact, we may

have several words together.

Will you excuse me, please?

Thank you.

Today I am disappointed in the conduct of two of my most distinguished guests,

to put it mildly.

It's my responsibility.

I was supposed to keep him out of trouble, and instead I... Instead you

succumbed to the formidable charms of my wife. I didn't know who she was.

I'm sorry, Arthur.

Guinevere is a great lady and queen, Your Majesty.

It would seem to me that by now you should realize you will never woo her

by reckless accusations and questionable conduct.

He's right.

And the only reason I'm involved in this, Arthur, is... Art, you're my idol

ever since I've been a kid.

I dreamed about sitting at the round table with you.

You touch me, young Ralph.

Matter of fact, the round table was a good thing when I thought of it.

It gave fighting men a chance to express themselves without actually doing harm.

Where you would swear a mutual oath.

To fight only for the highest ideals, Your Majesty.

Exactly.

That's the way it was for a while.

Things don't always work out.

Like now, here in this peculiar world of yours.

I feel clumsy.

A buffoon.

Then may I suggest you make the most of your stay here, Your Majesty.

Let Mr. Rogers, your most ardent admirer, help update you so you may

few hours you have left.

Why not?

If you're not offended by my jealous tantrum.

No, not really.

I'd be honored, Art.

What's this?

Another jest by Merlin?

Not jest.

Jester. for the mascot ball tonight.

Oh, yes, I forgot to mention it to your majesty.

The ball is to honor you and your queen, of course.

Well, it's all a good idea.

Thank you, Mr. Rook. No offense, Chester.

No offense.

Your majesty.

Come along, Ralph.

Here, boss.

Yes.

Maybe I'll change the costume for something else.

To what, my friend?

I'll surprise you.

We may as well get started.

All right.

Here you go.

I won't be needing that.

You mean you've already run through it with Sarah Jean? Is that it?

Well, first off, I would like to hear the new guitar player run through it, if

it's all right with you.

I'd know Bill was playing anywhere.

That is him playing, Mr. Rock.

It is.

Yes, Miss Rollins.

It is.

But how?

That's Todd.

It is whoever you want it to be in your heart.

I watched the morning sun play

shadow games in rooms that softly sang his

name.

And I reached out for him.

Let's pray.

Softly sang his name.

And I reached out for him.

Where have the shadows gone?

Where are the shadows?

That was real nice, honey.

But before we all start going platinum, let's wait till we get it mixed tomorrow

and hear the playback.

You two can go.

Todd?

Todd?

Are you going to tell them about Mill Road Lake, Sam?

Mr. Rourke told me about your fantasy, Sarah Jean.

And I'm glad I was able to help make it come true.

Miss Rollins, your fantasy is almost over. I want you to listen to Mr.

And for one final moment, you must try very hard to be strong.

Yes.

Sarah Jean, Billy didn't die when his car went into Mill Road Lake.

What are you talking about?

Don't listen to him.

He's crazy.

I was there.

That car was on fire.

I saw the car go over the cliff and into the lake.

Sam was there, all right.

Said he wanted to talk to me about some songs I wrote for Sarah Jean and was

saving for a surprise.

Sam stole those songs from me. Some of the very ones you've been recording,

Sarah Jean.

That's a damn lie.

Don't you listen to him.

Last thing I remember that night, Sam was coming at me with a tie iron. He

have set the car on fire after he hit me.

Heard later I was fished out of the lake by some old man.

Taken off to hospital in a little backwater town.

Burnt half to death and no identification.

Wait a minute.

I don't believe what I'm hearing here.

According to the doctor, I was in a coma for almost six months.

When I came out of it,

I just had one thing on my mind. I knew I had to kill Sam for what he did to me.

But you don't look like Billy.

How can you be Billy?

Billy, you knew, doesn't exist anymore.

Billy? No.

No, Serge.

No!

Sorry, Theragene.

I guess you had to know sometime.

It's time now for what I came here to do.

I'm telling you.

I'm telling you, Billy Williams.

Billy Williams is dead.

Mr. Rourke, you can't let him do it. You gotta stop him.

You can stop him, Miss Rollins.

But only by the strength of your love. I'm gonna kill you, Sam, just like I

said.

Billy.

Sarah Jane.

How?

I think I know.

Ah, my lady, how lovely you look. Thank you, Mr. Rourke. And thank you for

taking so much trouble.

But I am worried about Arthur. Nobody's seen him all afternoon.

Ah, I didn't do a very good job of taking care of him.

On the contrary, Mr. Rogers, I think you have done a splendid job helping the

king redetermine his values, reassess his lifestyle, and re -evaluate his

personal relationships.

Ah.

So that's what this is all about.

Now I understand.

That reverse polarity you were talking about?

You did that on purpose.

Your Highness.

You are looking at a man who has put foolish pride behind him, Mr. Rourke.

I congratulate you, Your Majesty.

Your Majesty, I owe you an apology.

No, no, General Ralph.

You've made me believe again.

Things I let go in my life too early.

Fairy tales, romance, love.

Since coming to this place, I have looked at myself with new eyes and

fool.

Can this be Arthur?

King of all England, my lord speaking.

No, Guinevere.

Only a man who has made your life and his own miserable.

Who begs your forgiveness and declares his undying love for you.

Forgive me, but I can hardly believe my... I understand.

I know you wish to stay on here in this world, and I pray you have every

happiness.

I shall love you.

Always.

Arthur?

I have no wish to stay here.

I wish to be in Camelot with my king.

The only man that I love.

To Camelot.

Young Ralph, my friend.

Before I leave, would you kneel?

In recognition of your devotion to your king, because you believe in the dreams

of knighthood and the ideals of the round table, I herewith dub thee Sir

Knight of the Realm.

Rise, Sir Ralph.

If you follow the road to the sea, Your Majesty, you will find Camelot.

Yes?

It really happened?

Oh, indeed.

Sir Ralph, Knight of the Realm.

Sir Ralph.

Knight of the Realm.

Sir Ralph.

Knight of the Realm.

Sorry I'm late, boss.

It's all right. It's all right.

Is it better?

Oh, much better. Too much better.

That's what I thought.

Sir Ralph, Knight of the Realm.

Tell me, Mr. Ork, about that... reversed polarity that brought King

Arthur to Fantasy Island.

I admit to a slight, a very slight, soft refuge. One that not only satisfied

your fantasy, but also made you a Knight of the Round Table.

And?

And at the request of a very old friend named Merlin, restored peace,

love, and harmony in a place called Camelot.

That is just, that is, that's wonderful.

Thank you, Mr. Roy. You're very welcome, sir.

Thank you, too.

Bye. Bye.

Thank you.

Miss Rawlins, Mr. Williams.

Mr. Rourke, I don't know how you did it. I don't think I want to know.

But I'll never forget you so long as I live.

I consider that to be the ultimate compliment, Miss Rawlins. Thank you.

What Sarah Jean says goes for me, too, Mr. Rourke.

Heck, now, if there is anything that we can ever do for you... As a matter of

fact, there is something you can both do for me.

Just name it.

Well, I thought perhaps an invitation to your wedding.

Mr. Ork, I've got no folks. I'd be real proud if you'd give me away.

I would be honored.

Miss Rollins?

Yes, Tattoo?

You didn't forget, did you?

Oh, no, Tattoo.

We didn't forget.

For you.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

Well, I expect we ought to be going now. Thank you very much.

Much happiness to you both.

Thank you.

Bye.

Please, please.

Take it to his room, will you? Thank you. My boss.

Later, doctor, later.

Not here.