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[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[BELL CLANGING]

The plane. The plane.

[WOMEN CHATTERING]

Good morning, boss.

Good morning, Tattoo.

MR. ROARKE: Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

[HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING]

TATTOO: Who is that lady, boss?

MR. ROARKE: Her name is Ms. Jenny Ryan.

Ms. Ryan works as a blackjack dealer

at one of Las Vegas's most popular hotel casinos.

What's her fantasy?

Ms. Ryan's fantasy is to go back in time

and spend a glorious exciting weekend

aboard a Mississippi river boat.

But...

What Ms. Ryan doesn't know

is that it will be her card playing proficiency

that may well decide

the destiny of one of the world's greatest authors.

TATTOO: Boss, they look very happy.

Are they newlyweds?

MR. ROARKE: No, no, Tattoo. Mr. and Mrs. Harris,

Catherine and Brent,

have been married for nearly seven years.

Then they must still love each other very much.

Which perhaps explains why they share the same fantasy.

What is their fantasy, boss?

Their fantasy is to spend here on Fantasy Island

the honeymoon they never had.

TATTOO: That's easy.

Is it?

Who is he, boss?

His name is Michael Eden,

an old personal acquaintance.

Does he have a fantasy too?

No, Tattoo, Mr. Eden is here

for an entirely different reason.

MR. ROARKE: His presence means that Mr. and Mrs. Harris

will never enjoy their honeymoon.

For one of them is destined to die.

My dear guests,

I am Mr. Roarke, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

MR. ROARKE: Ms. Ryan,

I suppose you're ready to begin your fantasy, huh?

-I sure am, Mr. Roarke. -Good.

I can't wait to see what it's like on a river boat

back in the glorious days of the old South.

You know, my great, great,

great grandfather, Hamilton Ryan...

He was a river boat captain.

Really?

-His name was Captain Ham. -Ah...

Mr. Roarke, he was a living legend

I see.

-Wanna see a picture of him? -Well, I-- I...

See.

There are he is.

Captain Ham.

And there's his boat, the Delta Queen.

That's very nice.

Ms. Ryan, before you leave to go on your fantasy,

there's something I'd like you to take with you.

Tattoo, if you please.

There's $500 in gold coins in there.

There'll come a time and place in your fantasy

when you will find those gold coins

to be most useful, Ms. Ryan.

-May I? -Oh, sure.

And now...

I want you to look carefully at this picture...

And concentrate...

very hard.

-[MUSIC PLAYING] -[SHIP HORN BLARING]

This wonderful, Mr. Roarke.

Am I dreaming, or is it really happening?

I can assure you, Ms. Ryan, you are not dreaming.

Oh, no.

Enjoy your fantasy.

The Delta Queen...

Captain Ham's boat.

Am I gonna get to meet Captain Ham, Mr. Roarke?

Mr. Roarke?

MAN: All board for Natchez, all aboard.

No, thanks.

Roarke, it's good to see you again.

It's been a long time. How have you been?

Well, thank you, Michael.

I hope you'll understand

when I say I am not happy to see you.

I am not very happy about being here.

I've never known you

to have reservations about your work before.

What seems to be the problem?

The problem is Catherine Harris. You see...

We've met before...

TATTOO: Boss.

-I'm sorry, boss. I'm late. -That's all right.

Go on, Michael. It's quite all right.

Speak freely. I keep no secrets from Tattoo.

For hundreds of years,

I have stood by and witnessed human emotions,

but I'd never really experienced one.

Did you say 100 years?

Mr. Eden...

he's not exactly one of us, Tattoo.

His specialty is helping people whose time

has come to make their transition from this Earth.

He is an angel.

[GASPS]

You mean he takes people?

MR. ROARKE: Mm-hmm.

I'm sorry, boss.

I just remembered I've got a lot of work to do. Goodbye.

Tell me, Michael,

when did you meet Mrs. Harris?

On the day that she and her husband were leaving

for their first honeymoon.

I see.

I can remember...

the moment...

before their car went out of control.

The wind was blowing through her hair.

She was laughing.

Roarke, she was just filled with joy of life.

She was supposed to have died in that accident.

And yet she's still very much alive.

Something happened.

I looked at her, and...

A strange warmth just flooded my whole being.

You fell in love with a mortal woman?

I don't know.

But how do you explain what I felt?

When I reached out to take her...

and touched her...

I knew I couldn't let her die.

You mean...

you gave her a reprieve?

Yes.

That's what makes this especially difficult for me.

I see...

Then Mrs. Harris's reprieve is over.

No, you don't understand.

I'm not here for Catherine.

I've come to take her husband.

At exactly 11:32 Brent Harris will die.

Wait a minute.

Why did you take that portrait down?

Where are you going with it?

Did you know Captain Ham?

JENNY: Well, yes. In a way, he was my...

Oh, never mind.

Do you know why they took down that portrait?

I'm sorry I have to be the one to break the news to you, ma'am,

but he was shot and killed yesterday.

Why would anybody do that?

Well, ma'am, he was a member of the underground movement,

helping runaway slaves.

He was caught hiding two runaways onboard,

shot down trying to protect them.

Who shot him down?

His name is Christopher Lantree. He's a gambler.

He's also an experienced, industrious, and ambitious liar.

Outside of that he's still no good.

What did Captain Ham ever do to him?

Nothing. Lantree did it for the bounty money.

Real nice fella.

Well, he won't be turning in any more runaway slaves

if I can help it.

CATHERINE: Oh! Beautiful.

MR. ROARKE: I can't help but feel a great sadness for them.

They seem so happy together.

Roarke, you must understand. This isn't my doing.

The last thing in the world I wanna do

is hurt Catherine.

But it's his time.

Besides, I gave them seven years they never would have had

when I spared Catherine.

CATHERINE: Oh.

BRENT: Mr. Roarke, what a pleasant surprise.

CATHERINE: Oh, I can't tell you how much

being here on Fantasy Island means to us, Mr. Roarke.

We're falling in love with each other all over again.

I am very pleased to hear that.

May I introduce, Mr. Michael Eden,

-Mr. and Mrs. Harris. -How do you do?

[HORSE SNORTING]

Haven't we met?

Probably you've run into him at the stables, Mrs. Harris.

But I must really be going. Enjoy your ride.

Bye-bye.

I'd like to show you two Hollow Ridge.

The view from up there is spectacular.

CATHERINE: Oh, I'd love to see it. Come on.

MARK: I suppose it's about time I introduce myself.

I'm Sam Clemens.

Oh. Samuel Langhorne Clemens?

Yeah.

JENNY: Mark Twain.

I've read all your books.

MARK: I've only written one.

It wasn't exactly a barn burner.

This is my second. I just got started on it.

I ran out of the ink or else I'd be further along.

May I see it?

Sure.

JENNY: Tom Sawyer.

MARK: Yeah, I must admit I'm having trouble with it.

There's something missing.

I think I need a friend for Tom,

or maybe a river boy or something like that.

There are times I...

I just feel like giving up the notion

of ever becoming a writer.

Oh, no, you can't do that.

Why not?

Well, I just have this feeling that...

this book is gonna be just wonderful.

MAN: Runaway. Runaway.

MARK: Take the wheel.

Hold it.

What do you think you're doing?

HUCK: You got to help Jim, please. You just got to.

JENNY: This is something I figure I owe Captain Ham.

I repeat, sir,

what do you think you're doing?

MAN: He's a runaway, ma'am.

Why, Jim's been in the family for nearly 20 years.

Well, if he's your slave,

how come he was hiding down in the cargo hold?

He wasn't hiding.

She sent him down there

to fetch something from her trunk.

MAN: How do we know that?

Maybe your one of them abolitionists... Ma'am.

Are you questioning this lady's honor?

Maybe I'm questioning yours?

[MARK GROANS]

JENNY: [GASPS] You hit him.

You hit him when he wasn't even looking.

Ms. Jenny.

Now, I suggest you take your friend,

and you seek mendacity elsewhere, sir.

JENNY: Sure glad you're all right, Mark.

Thanks for standing up for me.

My pleasure, Jenny.

CATHERINE: Oh, what a lovely island.

Brent, you should see this.

BRENT: In a minute, darling. My horse picked a pebble.

CATHERINE: This is our second honeymoon.

Brent and I never had a first honeymoon.

We were involved in a terrible accident.

Did you ever make it to Pine Lake?

BRENT: I guess we figured it was bad luck to try it again.

Anyway, Fantasy Island is much more romantic.

Shall we go, darling?

You look so familiar.

This is where it's gonna happen.

Brent Harris will be out riding again,

but alone.

I see the horse galloping straight under that limb.

[HORSE GALLOPING]

Later that night he'll die in a hospital room,

and Catherine will be there too.

And I will have destroyed

the only thing I have ever loved.

JIM: See no sense to it anymore.

Maybe you ought to just go ahead

and turn me over for that bounty money.

Oh, Jim, we would never do a thing like that.

Besides, pretty soon all slaves are gonna be free men

right after the Civil War.

Civil war?

Well, what I mean to say is

it will probably take something like a civil war

to set Jim and all his people free.

Something the federal government

should have done a long time ago.

Probably shown by facts and figures

there's no distinctly American criminal class

except Congress.

How did you get on board?

Huck here snuck me aboard on his raft.

Your name Huck...

Does that stand for Huckleberry?

Yes, ma'am, Huckleberry Finn.

Good name for one of your characters, Mark.

Got me a thousand names but no character.

How long have you been down in that cargo hold?

Two, maybe three days.

We best get something for you to eat.

I wanna thank you too, Ms. Jenny,

for all you've done for Jim.

And I wanna give you a little present.

His name is Fremont. Raised from Tampa.

He likes to eat bugs, 'skeeters and such.

Here you go.

Oh, but, Huck...

Huck, I don't have any 'skeeters!

Mr. Eden,

may I talk to you for a minute?

How did you know about Pine Lake?

Brent and I never told anyone

where we were going on our honeymoon.

It was... It was our secret.

I know a great many things about you, Catherine.

Then we have met before?

Yes.

Meeting you then...

and seeing you now...

[GASPS]

Brent!

Brent, wait a minute.

Brent, please.

Mr. Roarke...

Tattoo...

what are you doing here?

Sorry if we startled you.

Well, you did kind of take me by surprise.

Mr. Roarke,

when I started my fantasy,

you already knew that Captain Ham had been shot

for helping runaway slaves, didn't you?

Yes, I did.

Then I guess my getting to meet him

was never meant to be.

Right now you've got a bigger problem.

Tattoo is alluding to the punishment

exacted upon women who help runaway slaves.

Their clothes are stripped from their backs

and they're publicly horsewhipped.

Oh, no, I didn't know about that.

But I would've done it anyway.

Captain Ham gave his life.

Are you also not aware that,

since Mr. Mark Twain stood up for you

when in front of witnesses

confirmed the falsehood

that you owned that runaway slave,

that he might very well be considered...

your accomplice.

They could hang him for that.

Oh, I didn't mean things to turn out like this.

Then you must be very careful, Ms. Ryan,

for the future of one of the world's greatest authors

may rest in your hands.

MICHAEL: Roarke, I am feeling things that I...

I never understood before.

And this thing, this...

This love...

It's just...

It's so intense. It's so incredibly sweet.

I must warn you, my friend.

Emotion, is like a sword.

It has two edges.

The other side of pleasure...

is pain.

Are you prepared to experience that too?

Yes, if I must, of course.

Will Catherine feel pain when I take her husband?

Yes.

Then I must be there for her, Roarke.

She'll need me.

And I've never felt needed before.

Is that wrong for me to want that?

Only you can answer that question, Michael,

when the time comes.

BRENT: [SHOUTING] This is supposed to be our honeymoon,

and I find you in the arms of another man!

CATHERINE: I told you. I'm sorry!

I don't even know why I did it.

I just didn't seem to be able to help myself.

All right. Tell me. Where do you know him from?

I don't remember, maybe college.

Or maybe when I was away on one of my business trips.

How can you even say anything like that?

I don't know. Something about that guy scares me

and then to find you with him.

Wait a minute.

Where are you going? Let's talk.

We just did.

[HORSE WHINNYING]

It's happened.

JENNY: I just can't help to thinking

about that Christopher Lantree and what he did to Captain Ham.

If I could only think of some way to get rid of him,

keep him out of the way till Jim is gone.

Maybe if I talk to him, appeal to his humanity.

Mr. Lantree is as unfamiliar with humanity

as a good Christian is with hell.

Wait.

I've got another idea.

But, Huck, I'm gonna need your help.

If I can do anything, let me know.

Oh, no, I don't want you to get involved.

I mean, Huck and I... We can handle it.

Just say what you want me to do.

Help me to what Robert Redford and Paul Newman did.

We're gonna sting them.

[KNOCKING AT DOOR]

-Ms. Ryan. -Yes.

My name is Christopher Lantree.

The steward said that you wanted to see me.

Why yes, Mr. Lantree.

Won't you come in?

Won't you have a seat, Mr. Lantree.

Mr. Lantree, as I understand it,

you play a private high-stakes poker game on this boat.

I do.

Well, I'd like you to arrange a seat for me in this game.

We have a rule forbidding ladies to play.

Well, Mr. Lantree,

I always thought rules were meant to be broken.

I have...

had my eye on you ever since you boarded.

I find you a...

most attractive

and desirable woman.

I might even be able to arrange

an exception,

allowing you to play in that game.

But...

I do think that we should wait until after the game.

I mean, it would be a lot more...

more gratifying for both of us then.

Oh, now that's a promise.

I suppose I can wait.

The game...

is going to be in my state room.

And I'm going there now.

I will see you there...

at 9 o'clock.

Oh, by the way...

the buy in...

now, that is $500.

That will be fine, just fine.

Doctor, will he be all right?

Your husband suffered

a very bad subdural hematoma, Mrs. Harris.

Now, we were able to release

the inter-cranial pressure in surgery.

What are you trying to tell me?

There may be irreversible neurological damage.

[GASPS]

All we can do now is wait and see.

[HOSPITAL MONITOR BEEPING]

Darling...

wake up.

Come back to me,

please...

Try...

Oh, Michael...

Brent doesn't have much time.

He will die at exactly 11:32 tonight.

Roarke...

you understand. You believe this isn't my doing.

I wouldn't do this to gain his wife.

-Yes, I believe that. -CATHERINE: Mr. Roarke,

thank you for coming.

Michael...

I should be very angry with you. But...

Somehow, I can't.

Catherine...

I understand how you feel.

It's gonna be all right.

[CATHERINE SOBBING]

I'll be here as long as you need me.

[SHIP HORN BLARING]

[KNOCKING AT DOOR]

Come in.

It's from Ms. Ryan, sir.

Said it was for later tonight, after the game.

Oh, you can put it down over there, boy.

Now, just what is keeping you, boy?

-Thank you, sir. -[LANTREE LAUGHING]

CATHERINE: This never would have happened

if Brent hadn't seen us together.

But you're wrong.

If you went back and changed everything else that happened,

he still would've fallen from the horse.

We had just had a terrible argument.

But don't blame yourself.

He can't die,

not without knowing how much I need him.

I have just got to find a way

to make him understand that...

we mean nothing to each other.

I've got to get back to Brent.

If he dies...

I'll never forgive myself.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

MARK: I hope you know what you're doing,

I mean, by sitting in that poker game tonight.

Although I must admit,

nothing would please me more than watching

Lantree swift decline from affluence to poverty.

You don't have to worry about me when it comes to playing cards.

I just hope that Mr. Lantree gets what's coming to him

before all this has to end.

Why does it have to end?

Well, with us being in Natchez, I mean,

you'll be going your way and I'll be going mine.

I'm beginning to care very much for you, Jenny.

I guess I feel the same way, Mark.

Oh, I wish I could explain,

but... I just can't.

Please try and understand.

May I?

Thank you.

You know, Ms. Ryan,

you are playing a most dangerous game.

I guess I should know better

than to try to fool you, Mr. Roarke.

It's just that...

When I started my fantasy,

I thought everything would be fun and wonderful.

And it has been in a way, but...

Well, I guess I got in over my head, didn't I?

MR. ROARKE: Yes, you did.

Well, you know, maybe it'll be the only chance in my life,

that I will be able to do something

about men like Christopher Lantree,

who go around preying on innocent people.

Although I admire your courage, Ms. Ryan,

I cannot agree with the wisdom in what you're doing.

I warn you, be very, very careful.

-[SONG ENDS] -[CLAPPING]

Oh, Mr...

Mr. Roarke?

MICHAEL: Roarke [SIGHS]

I have to talk to you.

What is it, Michael?

I was just with Catherine.

She blames herself for what happened.

She's feeling guilt, regret...

as well as pain.

I know I felt it in her.

And then it grew in me.

When Brent dies,

she'll suffer terribly.

Roarke, I need your help.

Tell me what to do.

Since you've opened the door to your heart, Michael,

just listen to what it tells you.

MAN: That will be five to you, Ms. Ryan.

It looks like it's gonna be a long evening.

JENNY: Full house.

I'm out.

Your deal, Ms. Ryan.

JENNY: Thank you.

[CLEARS THROAT]

MAN: Phew!

JENNY: Your cut, Colonel.

The game will be draw, gentlemen.

[WHISPERS] Okay.

-[JENNY GASPS] -Oh!

That... Oh.

It is nothing more

than just a harmless little old garter snake.

Someone's idea of a practical joke.

Phew. [CHUCKLES]

But you have nothing to be alarmed about.

JENNY: Why, did you say practical joke, Mr. Lantree?

I did.

JENNY: Then may I ask what you put in your inside pocket

during the confusion?

I have nothing in my inside pocket.

Well, then unless any of you gentlemen are holding it,

it seem the ace of spades is missing.

Four aces is almost an unbeatable hand.

Wouldn't you say that, Mr. Lantree?

Perhaps you can show us all

what's in your inside pocket, Mr. Lantree.

I tell you-- I've got nothing in my inside...

I-- I--

I swear to you-- I don't know how...

Wait a minute.

She's playing some kind of trick.

I consider this to be a personal insult, Mr. Lantree.

I will meet you tomorrow at dawn

at the front lawn of the Natchez pony run.

Pistols will suit me just fine, sir.

Well...

I do believe Mr. Lantree

earned this money turning in runaway slaves.

I trust you, gentlemen,

know of some worthwhile charity that it can be donated to.

Good evening.

Don't you think for one minute

that you're gonna get away with this.

If I am going under, you're going with me.

And I know just how to do it.

Why, Mr. Lantree,

what a naughty thing to say.

I do believe I'm blushing.

MAN: Mr. Lantree.

MICHAEL: He's gonna die in less than three minutes.

My heart hasn't told me anything yet.

Keep listening, my friend.

It will when the time comes.

[BEEPING]

Darling...

listen to me.

Remember when I was in the hospital,

barely conscious.

I could still hear your voice,

telling me to... to live,

to fight for us.

Now...

I want you to try for me,

please, Brent.

[EKG BEEPING INCREASES]

NURSE: Doctor!

CATHERINE: Brent?

Brent, can you hear me?

[EKG FLATLINING]

NURSE: Doctor, I can't get any pulse.

CATHERINE: You are the only man I've ever loved.

You must believe me.

-Get the crash cart in here. -Oh, my God, no.

Stat!

-DOCTOR: Get a blood gas, stat. -NURSE: Yes, Doctor.

Mrs. Harris, please wait outside.

We're going to do everything we can.

DOCTOR: Did he get the lidocaine?

NURSE: Yes, doctor.

NURSE: Lift his head.

DOCTOR: Open an intubation tray. I'll try to tube him.

Let's give him an apo-bicarb.

NURSE: Here you are, Doctor.

Not yet.

He's not responding.

-DOCTOR: Let's defibrillate him. -NURSE: Yes, sir.

Everybody clear.

Defibrillate him.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Harris.

We did all we could.

Oh, no.

[CATHERINE SOBBING]

CATHERINE: Thanks to you, Mr. Roarke,

we're falling in love with each other

all over again.

His love and...

and strength

helped me pull through.

MR. ROARKE: Has your heart told you anything yet?

MICHAEL: No. But hers has.

I want her to be happy, Roarke.

I love her.

[EKG BEEPING]

I don't quite know how I'm gonna explain it this time.

Love needs no explanation, Michael.

It's impossible.

Maybe he heard you after all.

Oh, Brent.

Brent...

thank God.

Oh, darling,

I love you.

Oh, Brent...

Now...

you are going back in there

and you are gonna tell them how you did it.

Well, how I did what, Mr. Lantree?

Well, how you slipped that little old ace

into my pocket.

Now, you see, Sam Tuttle now. He's a crack shot

as the 19 men he's faced in duels could attest to,

if they were alive to do it.

Well, at least you won't be

turning in anymore runaway slaves.

Well, now that is where you are wrong, Ms. Ryan.

I am gonna turn in just one more runaway.

That slave that you claim that you own...

I was planning on turning him in for the bounty money.

So you see I shall not let you get away with this.

Now, what is it gonna be?

Are you gonna go in there and tell them the truth...

[INAUDIBLE]

...or am I gonna turn in that runaway?

You see, this world is of survival, Ms. Ryan.

When a man sees an opportunity,

hmm, he just has to reach out and grab for it.

Well, did you say reach out and grab for it, Mr. Lantree?

Mmm-hmm.

Well, the same thing goes for a woman.

-[JENNY GRUNTS] -[LANTREE SCREAMING]

Don't forget your appointment at dawn, Mr. Lantree.

LANTREE: I'm not done with you yet.

You'll pay for this.

MARK: Jenny, Jenny, over here.

Everything is ready.

Jim, Get down. Get down.

Over the side, quick.

JENNY: Thank God he's safe.

Well, I guess I'll be going too.

Bye, Huckleberry.

You know, I just have the feeling

that one day I'm gonna be reading about you

In one of Mr. Twain's new books.

Well, that's a fat chance, Ms. Jenny.

But I sure thank you. Bye.

Bye, Huck.

Now, Jenny, what about us?

I don't know what to say, Mark,

what to tell you.

I only wish that...

Oh, Mark...

You know, thinking back

over everything's that's happened,

some of the ways you say things,

express yourself...

it's almost as if you come from another time and place.

Well, Mark, with all the excitement I'm pretty tired.

I'll walk you to your state room.

Oh, no, I'll be right. It will be fine.

Jenny,

are you sure there isn't something else wrong?

Oh, Mark...

You know,

someday I just know that you're gonna be a famous writer

and be known all over the whole world.

Well, if you believe that,

I don't know why I shouldn't.

Good night, Mark.

Goodbye, Jenny.

It's that time, isn't it, Mr. Roarke?

I'm afraid so, Ms. Ryan, your fantasy is over.

Please try to understand when I say it's better this way.

Do you think he'll remember me?

Be assured he will never forget you.

Later in his letters

Mark Twain will write of his days piloting a river boat

and of meeting a certain lovely and courageous young lady

who inspired him to continue writing

one of his most famous books.

Tom Sawyer.

Look, Mr. Roarke.

Where are they going?

Into the pages of immortality.

HUCK: Tom, come on.

CATHERINE: Thank you.

You are looking very well, Mr. Harris.

Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

I'm feeling a lot better.

And it looks like our honeymoon jinx

is definitely broken.

And we're going to spend a lifetime together

proving it.

Goodbye, Mr. Roarke. Goodbye, Tattoo.

-Goodbye. Goodbye, Mr. and Mrs. Harris.

Well, Mr. Roarke, Tattoo,

I guess this is goodbye.

It was a pleasure having you, Ms. Ryan.

I trust you were satisfied

with the outcome of your fantasy.

I wouldn't trade the memory of it

for anything in the world.

[FROG CROAKING]

Boss, did you hear that?

What, Tattoo?

It sounded like... "ribbit"

Fremont, how did you...

[FROG CROAKING]

Well, I guess I know what to feed him.

It seems that Fremont is partial to 'skeeters.

-Thank you, Mr. Roarke. -Goodbye, Ms. Ryan.

-Bye. -Goodbye.

Do that again, Tattoo.

"Ribbit."

You do a very good frog, you know.

Thank you, boss.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]