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(BELL TOLLING)

The plane! The plane!

(GIRLS GIGGLING)

Good morning, boss.

Good morning, Tattoo.

Smiles everyone! Smiles!

ROARKE: Joey Lee and his son, Mitch.

Is he here for the big fight? He looks like a boxer.

He does indeed, Tattoo. Mr. Lee was once an up-and-coming boxer,

who many thought would be the World Heavy Weight Champion.

But an injury ended his dreams

and he now works on the waterfront as a stevedore,

though, he still takes occasional club fights.

In fact, while here on Fantasy Island,

he'll be acting as a sparring partner for Mr. Jackson Malone.

A sparring partner for the world champion?

Boss, I bet I know what his fantasy is?

What?

Is to stay alive for the weekend.

Mr. Lee doesn't have a fantasy, Tattoo.

But unbeknownst to him, his son does.

Young Mitch wants to see his father fight for and win the world championship.

A sparring partner win the championship?

Boss, I think this time you blew it.

Miss Brenda Richards,

who owns a very successful catering business in San Francisco, California.

She looks like she's been eating some of the profit.

Miss Richards does like to eat. That is true.

What she doesn't like are the results, or so she says.

And her fantasy is to be thin and beautiful.

Yes. Miss Richards wishes to be thin and beautiful

because her graduation class is holding its 10th annual reunion

here on Fantasy Island.

But there is one man in particular Miss Richards wishes to impress.

His name is Mr. Lance Reynolds.

And she's in love with him.

Quite the contrary, my friend.

Ten years ago Mr. Reynolds publicly humiliated Miss Richards

at the senior prom.

And now the young lady wants something in return.

Sweet, sweet revenge.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

BRENDA: You got real class, you know that, Mr. Roarke?

The plane ride, the drinks, the whole enchilada.

I mean, even if for some reason

you couldn't fulfill my fantasy,

I'm happy enough just being here.

I am very pleased, Miss Richards. Now if you'll allow me.

Your new wardrobe.

Really? Mmm-hmm.

All this for me? Yes.

Uh...

I've heard you're good, Mr. Roarke,

but making my bod fit into this little number

is gonna be some kind of challenge.

We are quite prepared for the challenge, as you call it, Miss Richards.

Quite prepared indeed.

Tattoo. Miss Richards.

Thank you. Here you are, Miss Richards.

What's this?

A very rare potion

which will enable you to fulfill at least part of your fantasy.

Thank you, Tattoo.

You better drink all of it now,

so you don't get any side effects.

Side effects? What kind?

The less questions, the better, Miss Richards.

However I suggest you sit down first.

This is kind of like The Incredible Hulk in reverse.

Weight watchers of the world,

eat your hearts out.

I can't believe it!

I just lost two whole people!

Isn't that what you wanted?

Yes, but I gotta tell you, I did have my doubts.

Miss Richards, I suggest you hurry and change your clothes.

The luau starting the celebration of your class reunion

starts in about an hour.

A luau! All right!

Oh, um, one last thing.

The effects of the potion

will wear off in precisely 48 hours.

Well, that'll give me plenty of time.

Are you still intent on gaining revenge, Miss Richards?

Yes, I am, Mr. Roarke.

Maybe it isn't very admirable,

but I can't forget what Lance Reynolds did to me at that prom.

I was just a fat dumb kid,

so impressed with him and so anxious to win his approval,

I'd have done anything to please him.

He took advantage of me, Mr. Roarke.

Half undressed me in the high school gym.

Then he turned on all the lights.

And there stood my classmates, all laughing at me.

It was vicious. Degrading.

Miss Richards, Mr. Lance Reynolds will be at the luau this afternoon.

Will you excuse us? Tattoo.

AMES: How do you do, sports fans?

This is Scott Ames speaking to you by satellite

from the fabulous Fantasy Island,

the site of the upcoming World Heavy Weight Boxing Championship

between Jackson Malone, the Champion of the World,

and Wally Ray Stone, the challenger.

Now, we've been given permission

to televise part of Malone's workout today.

And if the sparring partner looks familiar to you,

it's Joey Lee once, and not too long ago,

a very popular contender in his own right.

Meantime, the champion looks in fine physical condition.

Let's watch him for a while.

Oh, incidentally, Charlie Darcy, the champ's manager,

is very angry that Wally Ray Stone hasn't yet set foot here

on Fantasy Island.

Oh, there's a nice right to the body and a left to the body,

a right to the... Oh, hold the phone!

MITCH: All right, Dad! Hold the phone, folks.

The champion is down. Malone is down.

Now, I don't know whether he slipped or whether Joey Lee

got in one of those well remembered combinations of his.

Champ? Look, I'm sorry.

I guess I got carried away.

Yeah. Just a lucky punch.

Yeah, sure.

Don't let it happen again.

All right, that's all for now, Champ.

Hold it. Will you, hold it? Hold it, will you?

Let's hit the showers.

Charlie Darcy, the champ's manager, has just called has just called

a halt to the affair today.

We will wrap it up here at Fantasy Island...

Great going, Dad! You really showed him how.

Joey, don't make a mistake like that ever again if you want to keep your job.

It's important you remember who the champ is around here.

Yeah. Sorry, Mr. Darcy.

That is the greatest looking chick I've seen since we've been here.

Well, you're not gonna believe it, Lance, but that's Brenda Richards.

(STAMMERING) Brenda Richards? Brenda Richards?

El fatso? Good Lord.

You know something? I never thought in my life I'd want to hit on that hippo.

But I'm gonna now.

She wasn't even worth a mercy trip before. I wonder how she did it?

Who cares? She's my style.

Lance, are you forgetting what you did to her at the prom?

Man, that was a long time ago and you laughed, too.

Yeah, but I wasn't as hard on her as you were.

She probably forgot all about it.

Brenda, baby? Huh?

Yeah? It's me, Lance.

Lance? Lance.

Oh, Lance Reynolds.

Hey, don't I rate a kiss, a handshake or something, huh?

Careful or you'll spill my food.

Man, you must have some metabolism.

If I ate half that much, balloon city.

Oh, well, I was just getting this for a friend.

Me, I eat like a bird.

Yeah, well, you got the body to prove it, too.

Say, forget your friend. Let me buy you a drink.

Thanks, but no thanks.

At least not for now.

See you.

Well? Did she remember you?

Yeah.

And this time I'm not gonna turn up the lights. You know what I mean?

ROARKE: Thank you for coming, gentlemen.

I have here in my hand a cablegram stating

that Mr. Wally Ray Stone has withdrawn from the fight.

Withdrawn? What are you talking about?

An old ring injury has apparently flared up.

Sounds like a shortage of guts to me.

So what do we do now, huh, cancel?

Are you nuts?

Now what's that supposed to mean?

You and your free spending.

You've already blown most of the million-dollar guaranty the network put up.

We're scheduled for this fight around the world

in less than two days. We can't cancel. Period.

Oh, that's fine. And who are we gonna get to fight? Period.

Um, I don't want to seem presumptuous, gentlemen,

but perhaps you could find a substitute.

Like who?

Well, I...

Perhaps Mr. Malone's sparring partner?

What, Joey Lee? That'd never work.

But I am told that Mr. Lee was once ranked number six

and I am also told that

he knocked you down, Mr. Malone,

during today's sparring session. Is this true?

Lucky punch.

Besides it's been a long time since Joey was a contender.

Well then, gentlemen, I suppose you will have to cancel the fight

and eat your losses.

Wait, wait, listen.

You know, Joey was pretty popular when he was in his prime.

Number six, as you said.

And I still feel that the fight fans of this world will remember him.

No.

What do you think, Mr. Ames?

Will the network approve Joey Lee as a substitute?

With your skills and resources,

I would imagine you could publicize him into a creditable contender.

Don't you think?

Let's get on the horn to New York and find out.

ROARKE: By all means.

Oh, and, uh, if I may suggest,

tell them you have all the possibilities of another Rocky here.

A down-and-outer rising to the ultimate heights.

That's a great idea, Mr. Roarke.

And, you know, it just might work.

Yeah, you know...

Bernie? Bernie Drissel?

Drexel.

Frank Thomas. We took social studies together.

Right. Frank. Frank, how are you?

So, what you been up to, Bernie baby? Huh?

Oh, this and that. Married?

Uh, no.

Never found the right one, huh? No.

Hey, now don't you worry. Let me tell, you there's plenty of action around here.

Yeah? Speaking of which,

have you seen your old pal, Brenda Richards?

Oh, uh, no, I was kind of hoping she'd be here.

Take a look for yourself. Isn't she something?

Got everybody in this group buzzing, let me tell you.

Hey, what are you waiting for? Go to it.

Everybody else is trying to hit on her.

Oh, uh, no, I don't...

I don't think Brenda would be interested in me.

Are you kidding?

I saw the way you guys were in high school.

Oh, we were just friends. Yeah.

Well, time to renew old friendships 'cause here she comes.

Bernie. Brenda.

It's really good to see you.

Well, it's... It's really good to see you. Gosh...

What have you been up... So, uh...

Say, I hear you're in the catering business.

Yup. Keeps me close to the eats.

Well, I don't know how you do it. You're just...

You're skinny as a rail.

I fast a lot.

What have you been doing to make a buck these days?

Stockbroker. Oh.

(STAMMERING) Yeah, futures, mainly.

LANCE: Brenda?

Oh, Bernie, let's get out of here. So many people.

Oh, uh, okey-doke...

JOEY: A great grandfather figure.

You know, the type who amassed three fortunes by the time he was 25...

Dad?

But lost each overnight. Dad?

Yeah? Yeah?

What's up?

When you hit Mr. Malone today,

you know with your combination? Yeah?

Was it just a lucky punch?

No, no. You know, it was kind of, I guess, half and half. That was all.

What do you mean "half and half?"

(SIGHS) Mitch, why don't you go swimming, okay?

I'd rather talk.

I know you'd rather talk. But listen, pal,

if I'm gonna get off the docks, I gotta study, okay?

Hi, Mitch. Joey.

Oh, hi. We'd like to talk to you.

Yeah, sure. What's up?

Your bank account, Joey,

if you agree to fight my man for the championship.

(CHUCKLING) Oh come on. You're kidding. What do you mean?

You heard me. Wally Ray Stone pulled out.

MITCH: Wait a minute.

You want my dad to fight for the championship of the world?

That's right, kid.

No, no deal. I mean, I'm...

I'm not ready for that kind of a fight.

Dad, what are you talking about?

I'm talking about your old man being a bit past his prime.

Dad, this is our chance, the fight we've always wanted.

You can't just turn it down.

You just can't.

The kid's right, Joey.

Please, Dad? Please.

You really want this?

Okay. All right, I'll fight him.

That's more like it.

We'll meet later. Work out the details.

JOEY: Yeah, okay.

Take care, Joey. Bye, Mitch.

Thanks.

Now you don't have to study anymore.

You're going to be champion of the whole wide world.

Okay, that's good.

Joey? Huh?

Joey, can I see you a minute?

Thanks.

Yeah?

(PANTING) What's up?

Look, I just thought I'd let you know how things stand.

Now look, as you know, this fight is a big media event.

The network's planning a crash program to build you up,

so they'll be working round the clock

trying to get angles on you and your personal life.

And, um, speaking of angles, I got one of my own.

Like what?

Like how we're gonna divide up the purse.

Come on, Darcy, I mean, it's your package.

You tell me how we divide it.

Look,

now you know Malone is kind of lazy

and he could be in better shape and...

Look after all, we're just putting on a show here so...

So in the third round, you hit the canvas and you stay there.

Okay?

Why don't you give me a typewritten script, huh? So I don't blow it.

Joey, you do what I say and you'll collect $50,000.

You don't do what I say and you'll wind up with $5,000,

sparring partner wages.

Now, how about it?

What difference does it make?

All right, we got a deal?

In other words, we got a deal, right?

Yeah, I take a dive in the third.

Excuse me, I'm gonna go wash this scum off.

♪ Nothing more than feelings

♪ Trying to forget my

♪ Feelings of love ♪

Well, mind if I cut in?

Uh, Brenda?

Uh...

I guess it's all right, as long as you don't mind.

Heck no. Not at all.

Mmm, you smell nice.

So do you.

You know,

I think you're in better shape than you were when we were in high school.

You know, Brenda, you're a real turn on.

When I saw you today, I knew I had to have you.

Me, too.

Oh, I've always admired you, Lance,

football hero, senior class president.

This may sound corny,

but the truth is you were my idol.

And you never even noticed me, chubby little Brenda.

Sure I did. How could I miss you then?

But what a change, huh?

All I ever thought about was you.

And then came the day you asked me to the prom.

I was so thrilled. All those pretty girls you could have asked.

Only you chose me. On top of the world, that's where I was.

You could have had me then if you'd wanted.

But...

I guess I should have known something was up

when you showed up at the house drunk.

Brenda, I... Tell me,

do I look like an oversized mackerel now?

Believe me, Brenda, I'm really sorry.

I do believe you, Lance.

What's more,

I'm right back where I was 10 years ago.

Yeah, where's that?

Can't you guess?

I've still got a thing for you, Lance.

Well, then what are we waiting for, baby? Let's get it on.

In a minute. I have to explain things to Bernie.

After all, he did bring me.

(WHISPERS) Get everybody and we'll meet in my bungalow in an hour.

(CHUCKLES) Hey, what's wrong?

Let's just say I hate to waste time.

(CHUCKLES) Oh, boy, a woman after my own heart.

Why don't you go into the bedroom

and slip into something more comfortable?

(CHUCKLES) I thought the girl was supposed to do that.

In the bottom drawer of the dresser

there's a pair of men's pajamas, black silk.

Nothing turns me on more than a man in black silk pajamas.

Wait, you carry them with you on trips?

Never hurts to be prepared.

Besides, they send me crawling up the wall.

I just hope you won't have to peel me off the ceiling.

This is gonna be a reunion to end all reunions.

BRENDA: How're you doing?

(STAMMERING) Just great.

Just great.

(CHUCKLES) Boy, you really don't waste time, do you?

I've already wasted 10 years where you and I are concerned.

For the longest time I didn't know if I could forgive you, Lance.

But after one look at you today, something happened.

I can only describe it as animal magnetism.

You've got that magnetism, Lance.

More than any other man I've ever met.

Yeah, well, you're not so bad yourself, Brenda.

You know, it's really hard for me to believe that you're the same chick.

So, when are you gonna come in here and visit me?

I'm not. You have to come and get me.

Being chased, that's what turns you on?

That's it.

Well, ready or not, here I come.

No, not yet!

There's one more thing I really get off on.

What? What's that?

Bald-headed men.

Oh, if only you were a skinhead like Yul Brynner.

Talk about a woman going wild.

I'm bald. I'm a bald guy.

Look, check it out, baby. Look.

ALL: Surprise!

(ALL LAUGHING) Surprise!

MAN 1: Look at old Lance.

MAN 2: Hey, Lance! MAN 3: Hey, old boy! All right.

MAN 3: Looks like Yul Brynner. Do you believe it?

Bernie, what are you doing out here?

I've been looking all over for you.

What is it? What's wrong?

Well, it's what you did to Lance, that's what.

Oh, I see. And you don't think it was very nice of me.

Is that it?

Look, Lance is... He's a turkey.

But he's...

Well, he's still a human being, Brenda.

I don't believe this! You're defending him!

What about what he did to me at the senior prom? You said yourself...

Brenda, all you accomplished tonight was

to lower yourself to his level. Don't you see that?

Lance hurt me. He really hurt me.

I just wanted to pay him back.

So you conned him.

And you led him on with good looks and everything.

You even used me to help pull it off.

Well, I don't know, Brenda, but to me that's just... That's being a phony.

And a phony is something I thought you could never be.

I'm sorry things turned out like this.

I'm gonna get something to eat.

Bernie!

DARCY: I say we do it.

I know you can beat Joey with one hand tied behind your back

but I'm not taking any chances on blowing the championship.

I can take him. You don't have to pay Joey to go in the tank.

DARCY: I say we do.

Joey takes a dive in the third round. He gave me his word on it.

You liar! It's not true!

Hey, wait a minute. You liar! It's not true!

What's the matter with this kid?

Hey, hey. What's going on?

He says you're gonna take a dive in the third round.

Explain the facts of life to him, Darcy.

It's not true, Dad. It's not true!

Look, tell him anything, but shut him up, will you?

Or we're all in hot water.

Dad, it's not true. Say it!

Dad, please, say it!

Mitch, I...

Dad, please!

Mitch?

Look, Son,

this... I mean, it just came out of left field.

Fifty thousand bucks.

You don't have any idea what kind of money that is.

(SNIFFING)

I mean, I can work those docks until I drop

and I'd never be able to save that kind of money.

And I was thinking that...

Hey, I was thinking

we'd buy the boat.

Huh? And we'd go right down to Florida.

Just like we always wanted to.

You finally get your second chance

and you quit in the third round.

Look, I'd give anything if I could beat Malone, but I can't.

I'm over the hill, Mitch. Don't you understand that?

Your old man can't cut it anymore.

If I'd have known you were gonna take a dive,

I wouldn't have even saved up for my fantasy.

What do you mean? What fantasy?

To have you win the championship.

What do you mean? You mean you set this thing up?

No, you didn't. That's impossible.

Mr. Roarke can do anything. It is so possible.

That's how you knocked down Jackson Malone at the sparring practice.

But why?

Why is it so important for me to fight for the championship?

I thought it was because I love you.

Now I'm not so sure anymore.

Mitch!

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello? ROARKE: Hello, Miss Richards?

Hi, Mr. Roarke.

It's almost 3:00, Miss Richards.

The witching hour, when I turn back into an oversized mackerel.

Is everything all right?

Mmm, not really.

But there's nothing you can do about it.

I'll be along in just a minute.

I know, not a second past 3:00.

Bye.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Hello.

Hi.

Thought you'd be gone by now.

Oh, well, I decided to take an afternoon plane.

May I come in?

Just for a minute. Okay.

What's with your clothes?

It's a long story.

Say, I heard about what you did last night after I left the dance.

Making a public apology to Lance and resigning as alumni queen.

Took guts.

Revenge isn't sweet, Bernie. It stinks.

Well, I know I was rough on you...

Oh, Bernie, please... No...

Everything you said was true.

No.

No, I called you a phony, Brenda, and that's not true.

Tell you something else, too.

To me you're still the most beautiful girl in the world.

No, I'm not.

I'm not beautiful at all.

Bernie,

this body you see here, it isn't mine.

Mr. Roarke just loaned it to me.

That's right, what you see here is my fantasy.

I just wanted to be thin and beautiful so I could zap poor Lance.

But no matter how it seemed last night,

I really did want to go to the dance with you.

(CLOCK CHIMING)

Bernie, you can't see me! Get out of here!

No, no, no, I'm staying. It took me too long to get...

Bernie! Up the courage to come here

and I'm gonna stay here.

Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!

Wait! Brenda, where're you going?

Brenda! Hey, Brenda, come back here!

Hey, Brenda! Hey, Brenda! Wait a minute!

Hey, wait up! Hey, Brenda, hold on a sec!

Brenda! Slow down! Brenda!

Brenda, wait a minute! Come on back here!

BERNIE: Brenda!

Hey, Brenda, don't run so fast. Brenda, wait a minute.

Brenda! Wait a minute.

(SIGHS)

What do you think of your most beautiful girl now?

I think she's fantastic. Brenda, wait.

Just... Just listen to me.

Wanna talk about phonies? I'm no stockbroker.

I'm an English teacher.

I was just pretending to be something I wasn't

because of the way you looked on the outside.

I've always loved you, Brenda.

Fat, thin, doesn't make any difference to me.

You really mean that?

Here. I'm gonna give this to you.

Oh, Bernie. A book of poetry.

I added an inscription.

"May we live every verse and rhyme together now and throughout time."

Thank you.

AMES: Well, here we go, sports fans.

This could be the donnybrook of the decade.

To the center of the ring and here's Jimmy Lennon.

Ladies and gentlemen, Fantasy Island presents 15 rounds of boxing

for the Heavy Weight Championship of the World.

Introducing...

Opey, have you seen Mitch yet?

No, Joey, I haven't.

You're sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

Okay. Okay.

Weighing in at 194 pounds

the challenger, Joey Lee.

(CROWD APPLAUDING)

And his opponent in the opposite corner, defending his title,

weighing in at 218 pounds,

wearing red trunks with a white stripe,

the Heavy Weight Champion of the World, Jackson Malone.

AMES: And now all we're waiting for is the bell for round one.

(BELL RINGS)

And here we go! Both fighters out to the center of the ring.

A left to the head by the champion.

Another left, another left to the head by the champion.

Lee counters with a right to the body.

A left to the head by the champion. A left to the body...

Mitch?

Oh, hi, Mr. Roarke.

Why aren't you at the fight?

I don't want to see it.

Why not?

It isn't gonna turn out right.

But you wanted your father to win the championship,

and it's happening this very moment.

Mr. Roarke, the fight's fixed.

Mitch,

I believe your father loves you more than anything.

And I also believe that you can stop him from throwing the fight.

How? By being there.

Joey Lee could never throw a fight with you there looking on.

He's too decent and honorable a man.

Do you really mean that, Mr. Roarke?

Oh, I really mean it, Mitch.

I have a car waiting. We could be there within minutes.

Then let's go.

AMES: Malone fires another shot to the head.

Another, another, another. Four in a row to the head.

Lee comes back with one to the body.

However, the champion is really setting him up. He's toying with him.

A left that missed by Lee to the body.

The champion comes back with two more lefts to the head.

Another left to the head. They're right above us in the corner.

Lee tries to get in two body shots.

Next round, you go. Stay down.

Hard left and right to the stomach hard.

Coming back again.

The champion goes out to the center trying to force the fight.

And there's the bell ending round two.

We'll be right back after this word from our sponsor.

Hi, Dad. Mitch.

Mr. Roarke, why'd you bring my kid down to see this?

See what?

Exactly what will your son be seeing, Mr. Lee?

AMES: We're back in Fantasy Island, fight fans,

(BELL RINGS) just awaiting the bell for...

There it is, for round three in this great fight.

Both fighters come out to the center of the ring now

and Joey Lee is starting in right off the bat.

He's got lefts and rights to the champion.

He's got him in the corner right above us.

Hard lefts and rights. Joey Lee is a different fighter this round.

He's all over the champion.

Joey Lee is really bringing the fight to Malone.

He's got him on the ropes.

And there's a hard left and a right combination...

What are you trying to do? You're supposed to go down here.

Hey, man, what're you trying to do?

AMES: He's really... Down he goes.

One, two, three, four,

five, six...

AMES: And Joey Lee stands in the center of the ring, waiting for the champion.

The champion...

Get him! Get him! Stay away! Stay away from him!

What're you trying to do?

I wanna get my kid's respect.

AMES: They're talking to each other.

I don't know what they're saying,

but they're talking to each other. And now they break.

They come back with a left by Joey Lee.

A right, then Lee again. A left and a right.

He's got him back in the corner and the champion is down!

The champion is down!

(BELL RINGS) Malone is down. It's unbelievable!

REFEREE: Five, six... AMES: The count starts.

It has to be a mandatory...

seven, eight.

You all right, champ? Yeah, yeah.

What do you think he's doing, huh?

He's double-crossing us. Cream him. Wipe him out.

Give him the beating of his life. Take him apart.

I knew you could do it, Dad. I knew you wouldn't quit.

AMES: As the lovely young lady indicates, this is round four.

We're just waiting for the bell.

And there it is.

I told you that the donnybrook of the century could be here tonight.

Both fighters come to the center of the ring.

You're good, Joey.

A few years ago, maybe.

I'm sorry. I gotta do it to you Joey.

What a topsy-turvy fight this is.

Now, it's Malone. Malone is really coming on.

He looks like the champion he is supposed to be.

He is really firing them well.

Left to the head. Another left.

A left to the head of Lee. He's taking Lee apart.

He's giving Lee the beating of his life.

He's got him on the ropes right above us. Solid combination.

Left and rights to the head. Another left and right to the head.

Lee's face is a mess of blood and bruises.

He's trying to recover from them.

More coming from the champion.

The champion is moving in for the kill.

What's holding Joey Lee up there, I will never know.

It must be that wonderful something called pride.

We're just waiting for the bell, and there it is.

Round four is over. And, oh, a punishing round.

A punishing round for the challenger, Joey Lee.

Dad?

Dad, it doesn't matter about being champ anymore.

Dad, please, just quit now.

Just don't even go in there. I'm okay, Mitch.

I'm okay. Don't even go in there, Dad.

Don't even get up when the bell rings.

I'm okay, Son.

Dad, please, you're bleeding awful.

Looking over in Joey Lee's corner,

I don't know how he will ever be able to answer the bell

and come out for round five.

(BELL RINGS)

And there's the bell for round five.

It's unbelievable, fight fans.

I don't know how he's coming back out there, but there is Lee.

But the champion starts right in on him just like the last round.

A left to the head. Another left to the head. A right to the body.

Another left to the head. Another left and a hard right to the head.

Go down, Joey!

The champion is really beating him to death. How he's standing...

What's going on? Go down! Stay down!

And still stay on his feet. Another left to the head.

Another left. A left to the body.

Big combination, left and rights. Another big one.

And he's got him back in the corner again. Hard left and right.

And there it is. There goes Joey.

(EXCLAIMS) And he is down!

REFEREE: One... Please call off my fantasy.

REFEREE: Two...

But you wanted to see your father fight the champion.

But I don't want that anymore.

Five, six, seven, eight...

All right, Mitch. You're fantasy is cancelled.

You're out!

And that's all she wrote. This crowd is going absolutely wild.

Jimmy Lennon, stepping into the ring to raise the hand of Jackson Malone,

the Heavy Weight Champion of the World. We'll be right back.

Hey.

I'm sorry I didn't win for you, Son.

I'm glad you didn't win, Dad.

Winning would have meant more fights

and I don't want to ever see you fighting again.

Well, Mr. Lee, sports writers are saying

it was the fight of the decade.

The network is more than a little pleased with your performance, Joey.

The network is also pleased

with the impression you made during those pre-fight interviews.

They want to sign you to work with Mr. Ames here,

providing background and color for future fights.

Dad's gonna be a sports announcer on TV?

If it pleases him.

Uh, sure.

But you gotta be kidding.

No, the contract's already been drawn up.

My agent's negotiating it for you.

And believe me, he's going to get you some very good numbers.

I don't know what to say.

Why don't you say goodbye, or you miss the plane.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Come on, Dad.

Thank you Mr. Roarke. Yes, Mitch.

Mr. Roarke... Good luck, Mr. Lee.

Thank you for everything.

Roarke. Mr. Ames. Bye.

Goodbye.

Thank you both so very much.

I think I learned more about myself these past two days

than I did my whole life.

Well that does sound exciting.

Would you share some of your discoveries with us?

Well, I discovered I really like me, just the way I am.

What's more,

I found out I can be me

and still be loved.

May I ask what your plans are now?

Well, first of all, we're gonna take a tour of Europe.

A gourmet tour.

It's being sponsored by a group called Fat is Fantastic.

And by the end of it, we're gonna be the two most fantastic people going.

Thank you.

Bye-bye. Bye-bye.

So long, Miss Richards.

Well, Tattoo, it just goes to show that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

What does that mean?

It means that to me you are six feet two inches tall.