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[♪♪]

[BELL CLANGS]

The plane! The plane!

[GIGGLES]

Good morning, boss.

How do you like it?

It’s a rocket.

Well, that I can readily see.

The question is, what are you doing with it?

Do you remember the chemistry set my cousin Hugo sent me?

Well, it’s gonna make me rich.

By making rockets?

No, boss.

By making rocket fuel.

Let me guess.

If you can invent a cheap rocket fuel,

you and your cousin Hugo will become millionaires...

again.

Right, boss. You’ve got it.

Watch this.

Be careful.

Watch it, boss. Watch it, boss. It’s gonna go.

Watch it, boss.

There it goes.

So as we don’t appear "fuelish"

just standing here,

why don’t we rocket over and greet our guests.

Shall we?

[♪♪]

[♪♪]

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

[HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING]

Mr. Lou Fielding,

a spot welder from St. Paul, Minnesota

and his wife, Margaret.

TATTOO: They look like a nice couple.

What’s his fantasy, boss?

ROARKE: One shared by millions of amateur bowlers

all over the world, Tattoo.

Mr. Fielding,

captain of his company’s bowling team,

the Lancers,

and holder of a personal lifetime average

of 154,

wants for this weekend

to be a top professional bowler

and compete in a major tournament.

TATTOO: You mean he’s gonna play

in the Fantasy Island bowling tournament?

Yes. But, boss, we have

some of the best bowlers in the world.

He’s gonna get killed.

ROARKE: Mrs. Naomi Gittings,

who now lives in retirement on the French Riviera.

TATTOO: Pretty nice living. What’s her fantasy?

In part to relive a fond memory.

Twenty-five years ago, Mrs. Gittings

was owner and operator

of one of the most popular traveling circuses

in the western world.

The memories associated with her former circus

are very dear to her.

Now Mrs. Gittings’ fantasy

is to bring all the old acts together

for a final show and reunion,

a command performance, so to speak.

Oh, boy, a circus.

I always loved the circus.

Yes.

Unfortunately, this performance

may not be as enjoyable as you think.

You see, Mrs. Gittings believes

that one of the individuals

here for the reunion

will try to murder her.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪]

[♪♪]

[CALLIOPE MUSIC PLAYING]

GITTINGS: Were you able to find all of them?

ROARKE: Everyone who was on your list is here.

TATTOO: Ready to welcome you.

Look at me. I’m so excited,

I’m trembling like a leaf. [LAUGHS]

Naomi! Igor!

You mad Russian you!

Oh!

Naomi, you look fantastic!

GITTINGS: Mr. Roarke, Tattoo,

I’d like you to meet Igor Baskovich,

the best animal trainer in the world.

How do you do?

Oh, Joseph and Madeline and Victor!

How good to see you.

Oh, uh...

Mr. Roarke, Tattoo,

these are the Flying Escapaus.

Madeline, Joseph and Victor.

How do you do?

WOMAN: Naomi, darling!

Helena!

Oh, Helena, my baby!

This is Helena Stewart.

She’s the best solo acrobat there is.

How do you do?

Darling Naomi, I want you to come and meet my fiancé,

a Middle Eastern prince,

Prince Ahmed.

He isn’t near the throne,

but he’s simply dripping with oil money.

[LAUGHS] All right.

Excuse us.

Boss, Mrs. Gittings is a very nice woman.

Yes, she is.

She seems to be enjoying herself.

I sincerely hope it stays that way.

[♪♪]

Lou... Yeah?

Look over there at that table.

Those three men. Yeah. Yeah.

Aren’t they the three bowlers you watch on TV?

LOU: Oh, yeah. Isn’t that um,

what’s his name? Mark. LOU: Ross.

Yeah. And uh, Marshall Holman and uh...

Dick Weber.

Yeah.

Wow, huh?

Honey, is something wrong?

Wrong? What could possibly be wrong?

Well, for openers, you just put mayonnaise on your napkin

and pepper on your fruit salad.

I’ve been thinking, honey.

If Mr. Roarke does pull off my fantasy

and gets me into that tournament,

I’m gonna look like the world’s biggest jerk.

Getting cold feet, Mr. Fielding?

What seems to be the problem?

My problem is a 154 bowling average.

How am I gonna compete with those pros?

Mr. Fielding, this is Fantasy Island.

Here anything is possible. Anything.

Even miracles?

But most especially miracles.

Mr. Fielding, it is said that a man’s life

can be measured by the dreams he fulfills.

Deep within you resides a power never before summoned.

A power that can and will make you

the bowler you always knew you could be.

Believe me, Mr. Fielding,

for the next 48 hours,

you will be the bowler

you’ve always dreamed you could be.

Anything you say, Mr. Roarke.

The tournament and your fantasy begin this afternoon.

We will see you there. Mrs. Fielding. Come, Tattoo.

Good luck, champ.

Thank you.

Mr. Roarke is something.

I mean he’s got me halfway convinced.

Maybe...

just maybe.

[♪♪]

Darling, promise to have dinner with us tonight.

Ahmed’s being mean.

He has to fly away in the morning,

and it’s going to be the last time

you’re going to see us before we get married.

All right. Then I insist you come to my bungalow.

Okay? That’d be wonderful.

Wonderful. See you.

Bye, darling. Thank you.

Oh, isn’t she wonderful?

MAN: Naomi?

Richard!

Hello, Naomi.

Well, I had no idea you were here!

Why weren’t you with the rest?

I don’t think that they want to see a--

A drunken old bum any more than, uh...

I want to see them.

I had enough of their pity 20 years ago.

What are you doing here then?

Well, Mr. Roarke invited me.

No, that isn’t right. Yeah, I uh...

[LAUGHS] I haven’t a clue.

Well, maybe you wanted to see Helena again.

Oh...

Oh, I lost Helena

the night I fell from that high wire.

I wasn’t the star anymore.

I went from center of ring star to third-rate clown.

The cruelest thing that ever happened to me

was that I lived through the accident.

I’m sorry life treated you so badly, Richard.

You were always my favorite.

And the best walker on the wire that ever was.

ROARKE: Mrs. Gittings.

Mr. Simmons.

Is everything to your satisfaction?

I’ll see you later, Naomi.

It’s hard to believe he was once the star of my show.

He was even married to Helena for a short time.

Then one night he fell

and shattered his leg, and well,

since then he’s...

he’s been a bundle of hate.

GITTINGS: And even the sawdust,

it’s all just as I remembered.

Oh, you’ve done a magnificent job, Mr. Roarke.

The circus, it’s like a breath of fresh air.

C’est magnifique, boss.

[♪♪]

Will you excuse me?

Look out!

Are you all right?

You saved my life.

Boss.

You both could have been killed!

[♪♪]

ANNOUNCER: Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen,

and welcome to the Fantasy Island

invitational bowling tournament.

Today’s matches feature Marshall Holman

versus Mark Roth,

and Dick Weber against newcomer Lou Fielding.

Oh, wow.

It’s like I just died and went to bowler’s heaven.

Oh, but do you really think

those pros are gonna let him bowl with them?

Perhaps you should both see this.

According to the magazine, you are the fastest rising star

on the European bowling circuit.

Naturally we’ve seen to it that copies

were distributed throughout the island.

I seriously doubt that

you will have any acceptance problems

from your peers.

[APPLAUSE]

Good luck.

Hey, you’re Lou Fielding.

I’m Dick Weber. Hi, Dick.

I’m Mark Roth. Hi.

And I’m Marshall Holman.

Hi.

I know all of you... by reputation.

This is my Margaret wife.

I mean, this is my wife, Margaret. Hello.

Looking forward to bowling against your husband.

ANNOUNCER: Bowlers, to your lanes.

The four bowlers with the highest cumulative scores

will advance to the finals, and then play

for the Fantasy Island championship tomorrow.

Well, Mr. Fielding... Oh...

It’s time. [GIGGLES]

Oh! Oh!

You know, I think I pulled a muscle

when I was getting out of your car.

Oh, Mr. Fielding.

So many chances in so many lifetimes

were missed because people were afraid

of the laughter of others.

Your fantasy was to bowl in a major tournament.

Are you going to let it slip away now?

Are you?

Starting off our matches today

will be one of the best known bowlers in the world,

Dick Weber. And he’ll be up against the man

who’s been the rage of Europe, Lou Fielding.

First up is Dick Weber,

veteran of 27 years on the pro bowling circuit.

Looking good. Right in there!

Nice groove and a good way to start.

Dick Weber out of St. Louis, Missouri.

Dick Weber has been to bowling

what Stan Musial has been to baseball.

Twenty-six national titles.

Weber has had 19 sanctioned 300 games,

and has earned well

in excess of $1 million on the tour.

Nice hook, and he’s got two in a row.

So the pressure is on right away

as Dick Weber opens up with a pair of strikes.

Next up, Lou Fielding.

Not too much is known about Lou Fielding.

He’s made his mark on the European circuit,

so it’ll be interesting to see how he fares

against this tough competition here today.

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

What a very unusual hook.

It’s the inside--

It’s successful!

So Lou Fielding

starts off with a bang.

In my 20 years of doing bowling on television,

I have never seen a shot like that.

But I guess anything that works works.

But now Lou needs another strike to match Dick Weber.

He has an unusual approach as he releases the ball.

And he has two in a row!

All right. [APPLAUSE]

So Lou Fielding

matches the famous Dick Weber shot for shot.

[♪♪]

[CHEERING]

Dick Weber has already finished with a 278.

So the pressure is all on Lou Fielding.

He’s gotta have a strike right here to win.

Anything less won’t do.

[APPLAUSE AND WHISTLING]

That’s a 279 for Lou Fielding, folks.

That means that our qualifiers for the semi-finals

of the Fantasy Island bowling championships

will be Dick Weber, Marshall Holman,

Mark Roth and Lou Fielding.

Hope to see you all tomorrow. You were fantastic!

I couldn’t believe it! Yeah!

I really was, huh? I really did it.

A 279.

I’m really the bowler I always dreamed of.

I had it up here all the time.

Excuse me, Lou. Lou. Yeah?

Lou Fielding. That’s right.

Sensational bowling.

Everybody wants to know

what’s the secret of your success.

It’s really a matter of style.

And then of course there is the wrist.

Wrist action, that’s important.

It’s using the wrist. Yes.

Now this is your first tournament

away from Europe.

Do you plan any more? Oh.

Oh, well, look, why not? I mean,

I always say, if you got it, flaunt it, you know.

[LAUGHS] Hey!

Lou, everybody wants to know about tomorrow.

And in the semi-finals.

Do you think you can continue

this amazing bowling the way you have?

Lou, you’re just a sensation.

Lou? Lou? Lou?

Lou!

[♪♪]

This rope was deliberately cut.

And the pole had been partially sawed through.

I told you someone was trying to kill me, Mr. Roarke.

When did you first suspect?

Some months ago.

My car and the cars of my former booking agents,

Jack Woodland and Ernie Durand

were tampered with. I was lucky,

but they were both killed.

And my circus was our only connection.

I still can’t believe that one of my--

My children would want to murder me.

For what?

Well, as you said this afternoon,

a man can change radically in 20 years.

Um, perhaps your ex-star

should be high on our list of suspects.

Richard?

Well, he has changed.

He’s so bitter and hateful.

But murder.

We must be extremely careful.

I’ll have someone keep an around-the-clock watch

on Mr. Simmons.

I will advise you to remain

inside your bungalow this evening, huh?

I will, Mr. Roarke.

Helena and her fiancé are coming

to my bungalow for dinner.

Good. In about an hour.

Oh, that’s fine.

You saved my life, Mr. Roarke.

You’re a brave man and a good friend.

Good night, Mrs. Gittings. Good night.

Boss, I’m very worried about her.

Do you mind if I keep an eye on her?

Of course. She couldn’t be in better hands.

Thank you, boss.

[♪♪]

DICK: Hey, Lou.

Ah. Hi, gang!

[LAUGHS] Thanks, Lou.

You’re terrific.

LOU: Ah, anything for a fan.

Hey, isn’t that great?

It’s everything I ever dreamed of!

Oh, really?

You mean dancing with that sex bomb

who can hardly fit into her dress?

Oh... MANNY: Lou!

Hey, Lou!

Lou, baby, long time, no see!

[LAUGHS]

Ah, good to see you!

MANNY: I couldn’t believe you was in this tournament.

I always figured you was just another slob

hanging around the bowling alley.

Now look at you. The big time!

It really feels good, Manny.

You was a thousand-to-one shot when this tourney started.

Now it’s thirty-to-one and still coming down.

Hey, Lou, I gotta run.

It was good seeing you, baby!

Keep in touch.

Go, Manny! [LAUGHS]

Oh, boy. You know that was Manny the Turk.

Used to be a bookie back in St. Paul.

Swell guy.

Oh, yeah. While you were dancing,

another swell guy dropped off

these Florida real estate brochures.

Oh, yeah, I asked him to.

Why? Why?

We’re talking about big money once I hit the tour.

Hit the tour? You?

Yeah. You saw me bowl today.

Even if I end up in fourth place in the tournament,

I get $4000.

But I’m not gonna end up in fourth place.

I’m gonna do better than that.

Margaret, I got the feeling

I could win all the marbles!

Yeah, it’ll be the good life for us.

Swimming pools, mink coats,

maybe even my own private bowling alley.

[GIGGLES]

Come on, babe, let’s do it on the dance floor.

[GIGGLES]

Oh...

Do you mind, Margaret?

Mind? Me? No, of course not!

No, you two go ahead and...

do it on the dance floor.

[GIGGLES]

Oh, you’re really swell.

LOU: What did I do?

What did you do?

Well, for openers, you spent all evening

doing it on the dance floor

with a half-naked disco queen.

I’m sorry, honey.

Lou, I’m just asking you to remember

who you are, for heaven’s sake,

and where you are.

This is Fantasy Island!

It’s all just a fantasy!

After tomorrow night, it’s going to all be over.

We’re gonna go back to being plain old

Lou and Margaret Fielding.

Lou! It’s all a fantasy!

Fantasy.

I guess I did get carried away.

Boy, am I ever a jerk.

The money I blew tonight

could have paid for Petey’s orthodontist.

No. I didn’t mean to come off sounding like such a shrew.

I’m sorry, honey. Oh, but you’re right.

No, no. Listen, this is your fantasy...

big guy.

Go ahead and enjoy it while you can.

I love you, Maggie Fielding.

[♪♪]

Still gonna buy you that mink coat.

I’ve got something a whole lot better,

and it doesn’t cost us a penny.

Um, you turn out the light

and I’ll meet you in the bedroom.

[CLOCK CHIMES]

Twenty-four hours more of fantasy.

MANNY: You was a thousand-to-one shot when this tourney started.

Now it’s thirty-to-one and still coming down.

Maybe there’s still a way to get swimming pools

and mink coats and...

[THINKING] Thirty to one.

Thirty to one.

[♪♪]

You would have loved my circus, Tattoo.

The glamour and excitement.

And all those pretty girls.

Oh, yes.

And the challenge.

A new audience every night in a new town.

And all those pretty girls.

Tattoo, there was more to my circus than just pretty girls.

It was? It was marvelously exciting.

What a wonderful life. Oh, how I miss it.

It’s really a shame all of this had to be put together

to try to catch a murderer.

[LEOPARD ROARS]

Tattoo!

[♪♪]

Mrs. Gittings, step behind me!

Easy, boy. Easy.

Easy, boy.

Get back!

Get back!

Get back!

Get back.

Back.

[EXHALES]

[MOANS]

Boss, that was close.

Whoever left that cage open

could have gotten you both killed.

I...I hate to ask this,

but could it have been deliberate?

Perhaps.

But our key suspect has been in his trailer

under surveillance since yesterday.

MAN: Mr. Roarke!

Mr. Simmons is gone!

I’m sorry, he must have slipped out

the back window of his trailer!

What?

Then it was Richard.

Arrange a search party immediately.

Mr. Simmons must be stopped before it’s too late.

Yes, sir.

[♪♪]

[♪♪]

ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome back to the Fantasy Island

invitational bowling tournament.

In today’s semi-final matches

we will feature Dick Weber, Marshall Holman...

[APPLAUSE]

...Mark Roth and Lou Fielding.

Preceding the semi-final matches,

each bowler will be permitted four warm-up throws

and the competition begins.

Hey, Lou? Oh, Manny.

You’ve been looking for me.

Yeah. Are the odds on me still 30 to one?

They were when I called Vegas an hour ago.

You looking for some action? Well, maybe.

You know anybody’d take a $70,000 bet

at 30-to-one odds?

[WHISTLES]

Where’d you get those kind of bucks?

It’s everything I got.

Car, house, insurance policy, everything.

So I’ll make the phone call and lay down the bet.

Yeah.

First, let’s see how I do in this round, okay?

ANNOUNCER: Bowlers, to your lanes.

The first match will feature Marshall Holman

against newcomer Lou Fielding.

[APPLAUSE]

[♪♪]

[EXPLOSION] [WOMAN SCREAMS]

[♪♪]

[COUGHING]

Don’t worry, boss!

I’m all right!

Tattoo, what happened?

The rocket, it-- It exploded.

Don’t tell me you were experimenting with that rocket

inside the house.

Not me. Him!

[GRUNTING]

You’re a stupid monkey!

Marshall Holman finishes with a fine 259,

which means that Lou Fielding

must get a spare in the final frame

in order to win the match and then advance to the finals.

AUDIENCE: Oh! Oh!

Lou Fielding leaves the seven-ten split.

Do you realize the odds of a bowler making the seven-ten?

Lou Fielding has got to have this in order to win.

It’s almost impossible.

The concentration of Lou.

He’s done it! Holy mackerel!

Lou Fielding the impossible seven-ten split!

Lou Fielding wins!

Lou Fielding wins by a single shot.

Lou Fielding 260,

Marshall Holman 259.

And that sets up the championship finals tonight.

Lou Fielding against the winner

of the Dick Weber/Mark Roth match.

That’ll be for the Fantasy Island championships.

Hope to see you all out here at 8:00 tonight.

[LAUGHS]

Hell of a game, Lou! Terrific!

[LAUGHS]

Bet it all, Manny.

The whole 70,000. Car, house, everything.

MARGARET: Oh, honey!

Oh, come here.

I’m so proud of you.

Mmm.

[♪♪]

I see.

Thank you.

I regret to report that, uh,

Mr. Simmons is still at large.

Yes.

Now, as I was previously saying,

I am sorry if certain deceptions were involved

in getting you all to Fantasy Island,

but they were necessary to protect Mrs. Gittings’ life.

But Mr. Roarke, what is Richard’s motive for killing?

Who knows.

The man has been in and out of various hospitals

and sanitariums. Oddly enough, though,

every medical report states

that he is a non-violent person.

RICHARD: Why did you do it?

I’m gonna kill you!

[GRUNTS]

[MOANS]

Tattoo, call the ambulance, quickly!

I’m afraid Mr. Simmons is dead.

His heart.

For his sake, I’m...

I’m almost glad it’s over.

Poor Richard.

If I led you to believe it’s all over,

I’m sorry, Mrs. Gittings.

It is not.

Oh, I don’t understand.

I can assure you Mr. Simmons is not the murderer.

[♪♪]

ANNOUNCER: You couldn’t ask for a better match-up

in the finals of the Fantasy Island

invitational bowling tournament.

Both Lou Fielding and Mark Roth are rolling

perfect games thus far.

Tough break.

There goes Mark Roth’s bid for a perfect game.

Now, if Lou Fielding can hit three strikes in a row,

he’ll win the game and the tournament.

[♪♪]

[WOMAN YELLS]

MAN: Hey, somebody turn the lights on!

Hey, what’s going on here?

WOMAN: Keep your hands to yourself, buddy?

MAN: Anybody got a flashlight?

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

WOMAN: Someone put on the lights. What happened?

Mr. Roarke, what’s happening?

I’m terribly sorry, Mr. Fielding,

but our generator seems to have failed.

Oh, it’s a shame.

The tournament will be postponed until tomorrow.

Tomorrow? Yes.

But you told me my fantasy would end at midnight tonight.

Yes, I’m afraid your fantasy to be a great bowler

will be at an end.

But you may still finish the tournament if you’d like.

What?

As a lousy 154 bowler?

I am sorry, Mr. Fielding.

Very sorry indeed.

[♪♪]

Bottoms up, darling.

Thanks.

[SIGHS]

Now we will just wait.

[CHUCKLES] Wait? For what?

For the drug to take effect.

Drug? What are you talking about?

Well, you see, Naomi,

this is the final stage of a--

If I may be so modest, a very well worked out plan.

It would have been much more difficult for me

if you hadn’t been kind enough

to bring everyone to Fantasy Island.

It did make my plan move along faster,

and it made it possible for dear Richard

to become the perfect suspect.

Suspect?

Do you mean it was you?

Of course.

HELENA: No, no, no, no, no.

Not this time.

This time, I’m in charge.

And I’m afraid you’re going to die now.

Helena, why?

Money. Is there ever any other reason?

Before I can marry the prince,

I have to get rid of everyone

who knows anything about Richard and me.

Oh, they behead people in Ahmed’s country

for things like bigamy.

Bigamy?

I don’t understand.

I thought you knew.

Richard and I are still...

were still married.

My annulment was rejected.

He refused to give me a divorce.

Jack and Ernie knew.

That’s why I had to kill them.

What did you put in my drink?

Oh, the same thing that I slipped

into dear Richard’s bottle.

It did seem to make him a little bit crazy, but...

but I do think it was the combination of the drugs

and the alcohol that made him so violent.

I had no way of knowing that his heart would give out.

How convenient, the power failure.

It’s going to make it seem so natural

when they come in and discover your charred body.

Oh, what a clumsy accident.

[GASPS]

Boss, she’s gonna be okay.

Mr. Simmons.

Richard...

How-- How did you know it was me?

I didn’t.

At least not until Mr. Simmons

recovered consciousness in the infirmary

and told me that you had drugged him.

But still, I couldn’t be sure,

so based on that piece of information,

we staged his death,

in order to draw you into this little trap.

[♪♪]

Lou...

Honey, where you been?

Walking and thinking.

Margaret, I got something awful to tell you.

We’re wiped out.

What?

Wiped out.

You’re married to a fool, a jerk.

You know, last night, before the lights went out,

I bet everything we own on me to win the tournament.

Everything?

If you want a divorce, I won’t contest it.

I’ll work two jobs.

You and the kids are gonna be okay.

I just don’t believe I’m hearing any of this.

Thirty to one.

He said 30 to one.

Margaret, I’m really sorry.

Sorry?

That’s the understatement of the year.

[SIGHS]

[SIGHS]

Didn’t you hear what I said?

We’re broke. Flat busted.

I know. So what? [LAUGHS]

So what?

Lou, you know Mother always said this was gonna happen.

She said, "Don’t you marry that Lou Fielding.

"He’s a dreamer.

"He’s a dreamer, Margaret.

One day you’re gonna wake up with nothing."

I guess the old bat was right about something.

Lou...

no, she wasn’t.

We still have each other, honey.

Honey, we still have the kids.

Did I ever tell you

that you’re the best wife in the whole world?

Yeah. [LAUGHS]

Please feel free to throw a couple of practice shots.

ANNOUNCER: If you’ll recall last night,

when we had the freak power failure,

Mark Roth finished with a 299.

And Lou Fielding thus needs a perfect 300 game to win.

No wonder he’s decided to take a practice shot.

And it’s a gutter ball! Can you believe that?

But thank goodness for Lou, that’s a practice ball,

or else he could have kissed his perfect 300 game goodbye.

Mr. Roarke, uh, excuse me, hon.

Excuse me.

Mr. Roarke, listen,

the only reason I showed up is because I want to be sure

to qualify for that second place money.

You know, the $10,000

could really give us a new start.

Are you ready to accept second place so readily?

You’re only three strikes away from winning the championship.

Oh, come on, I never threw three consecutive strikes

in my whole life before I came here.

Concentrate, Mr. Fielding.

You believed you could do it before, didn’t you?

Well, perhaps if you believe again...

But before I had your help.

With enough faith in yourself, perhaps you won’t need my help.

After all, what have you got to lose?

Hm. Everything, Mr. Roarke.

Precisely my point.

You have a chance to lose everything

or win

everything you ever dreamed of.

Concentrate, Mr. Fielding.

Concentrate.

Concentrate?

Yes.

Concentrate. Concentrate.

ANNOUNCER: No practice this time. Everything is on the line.

Lou takes careful aim.

Looks good. Looks good.

He’s got it! It’s a strike for Lou Fielding!

All right!

So obviously, Lou Fielding

hasn’t let that gutter ball,

his practice shot, bother him at all.

He’s bowling with a great deal of confidence.

Very relaxed and smooth.

But now,

if he can get just two more,

he’ll be able to get the victory.

So close, but yet so far.

Sometimes the toughest thing in bowling

is to try to string two together.

Good release of the ball. Good carry.

Hooking nicely. It’s in there!

It’s two in a row!

And Lou Fielding is just one strike away

from a perfect 300 game

and victory in this tournament.

This is crazy!

One more strike and we’re millionaires.

No matter what happens now, I love you.

Okay? Okay.

Go get ’em. Go get ’em.

Mark Roth has already finished with a 299,

and that means that Lou Fielding

must have a nine to tie,

or a strike to win.

You can cut the tension with a knife.

A hush settles over this audience.

Golfers talk about their pressure puts,

but Lou Fielding really has a pressure throw right...

the throw of his life. He’s got to get the strike.

And look at that four and that seven,

teetering back and forth.

Will they go down? And...

Fall! Fall!

He makes it!

He’s done it! Yes, indeed!

Lou Fielding has rolled the perfect game,

and he’s won the Fantasy Island tournament.

Fantastic finish!

[♪♪]

Thank you.

And thank you so much for just everything, Mr. Roarke.

How does that feel, to be a millionaire?

A whole lot better than being poor.

Which we almost were.

Well, we’re going home and buy the Bowl-A-Rama.

Oh...

Maybe it’ll be a stop for the pro tour someday.

I’m sure it will, Mr. Fielding. Good luck.

Mrs. Fielding. Thank you.

Bye. Thank you.

Bye. Bye.

Bye.

[GIRLS GIGGLE]

Thank you, Mr. Roarke and Tattoo.

I am sorry that a lot of wonderful memories

had to be sacrificed

in order to uncover the truth, Mrs. Gittings.

I suppose it was meant to be.

But Richard is coming home with me.

Oh...

Naomi’s asked me to be partner

with her in her new circus.

Really?

I realized how much I missed it this weekend.

Oh, will you please send us some opening night tickets?

Of course I will.

Oh, I mean we will. [LAUGHS]

Goodbye, Mrs. Gittings. Bye-bye.

Goodbye, Mr. Roarke. Mr. Simmons.

Goodbye.

[GIGGLES]

Oh, uh, tell me, Tattoo,

what’s happened to Cousin Hugo’s

get-rich-quick rocket scheme? Did you give it up?

Oh, no. It’s perfect now.

Really?

Boss, bottoms up.

Well, I suppose this does call for a celebration, doesn’t it?

Thank you.

To you, Tattoo,

and to your cheap...

I apologize, inexpensive rocket fuel.

[♪♪]

Delicious drink.

What do you call it?

Rocket fuel.

You drink two of them, and you fly right to the moon.

[COUGHS]

I see.

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