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- I should go. - You really should.

Mm. The boss gets upset

when I make her guests wait.

- Maybe she needs to loosen up. - - That’s what I keep telling her.

Fine, fine. You win.

- Take him. Go. - Stay in bed.

- I won’t be back for a few hours. - Mm.

I have to go back to the office.

Today’s guests,

their fantasies have more moving parts than usual,

and, I have to take the long way around.

Oh, right.

Can’t be seen cavorting with an employee, huh?

I know you think I’m being silly...

No, Elena, it’s okay.

- Mm. - I like being your secret.

Good.

Hey!

It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, you know, you seem extra glow-y today.

Oh! Is that a new perfume?

- No. - Maybe a shampoo then?

Getting notes of sandalwood.

Really?

Hmm, must be the Agarwood trees.

Well, Javier seems to have

a spring in his step today too.

- Okay, smiles? - Okay.

Tara Bendetti and Jessica Warren,

here for their 30th high school reunion.

Oh, that’s a big one.

Lots of dreams obtained by then... or shattered.

Of course, nobody wants to admit that.

Hello, ladies, I’m Elena Roarke,

and this is my associate, Ruby.

It’s so nice to meet you both.

So how does all this work?

Well, you just have to stay open

and go with the flow.

Oh, we can do that.

Ash here’s gonna have your bags taken to your suite,

and we’ll meet you at my office shortly.

- Thank you. - Enjoy, ladies.

- This is gonna be great. - Hi.

- Thank you, Ash. - Thank you.

Andi Nevinson, meet your host, Elena Roarke.

- And this is Ruby. - Oh!

And who do we have here?

This is Baron Bobo Von Bigglesworth III,

AKA Bobo.

He did great on the plane,

but he’s a little grumpmeister now.

Aren’t you?

- Somebody needs a nap. - Mm.

- Enjoy your trip. - Thank you.

Mm. Wait a minute.

See, there it goes again, that, uh, sandalwood?

- It’s Agarwood trees. - Ah.

Our staff has put together a cat-friendly suite

especially for you and Bobo.

- Ash will take you there, yes? - Thank you.

You know you can confide in me if...

Shall we? The guests are waiting.

We’ve been best friends since the first day of ninth grade.

I was too shy to sit with anyone in the cafeteria.

And I didn’t want any of the other students

to see that I had a sack lunch.

So we ended up hiding together in the library.

So you made each other forget how miserable you were.

And we’ve been each other’s life raft ever since.

- And now we work together. - Mm-hmm.

Our company is called Tarica Solutions.

- Oh, so Tara and Jessica... - Equals Tarica.

Oh, that’s very clever.

We take care of literally all your home-organizing needs.

We do pantries, closets, media rooms, crafts rooms.

Garages.

- We do a lot of garages. - Okay.

Good organization doesn’t just

clear the clutter from your home.

It clears the clutter from your mind.

And a portion of the proceeds

helps fund the community garden that I started.

Aw, that is sweet.

And I bet your kids are just the best of friends, uh?

- No, no kids. - Yeah.

- Oh. - No husbands.

- It just hasn’t been our focus. - Oh.

Um, so tell me,

what can the island do for you?

- High school was tough for us. - More than tough.

They locked us in the orchestra pit.

Slipped cold cuts through the vents

in our lockers on hot days.

And the nicknames?

I was Snorin’ Warren, and she was Breadsticks.

Breadsticks?

There was an incident at the Olive Garden.

Yeah, we don’t talk about that.

Oh, and then prom night happens.

Almost afraid to ask.

Janie Poovey was the most popular girl in high school.

She said that if we got a limo and paid for it,

she and her friends would ride with us.

If we walked into prom with Janie,

it would have been total social vindication.

This is bad, Tar.

They should be here by now.

They’re cool people, Jess. Cool people are late.

How would you know?

It’s gonna be fine.

Look, near beer.

We worked at the ice cream shop

for three months to rent this thing.

What if they don’t show?

Janie and Sheryl aren’t gonna pass up

riding to prom in a stretch limo.

It is pretty awesome.

- Okay, pass me a near beer. - Okay, take one.

You know what? Screw it.

I’m gonna ask Ashton Stanford to dance tonight.

That’s it!

They’re here.

Yo, Breadsticks, we got our own limo.

- You suck! - Have fun with Snorin’ Warren.

- Oh! - Aah!

Stupid.

They just wanted to humiliate us.

I guess we were geeks.

It’s just awful.

An now it’s your 30th reunion.

- And we know we’re awesome. - Mm-hmm.

It would just be nice if they did.

Our fantasy, is to go to the reunion,

and rule the school.

We want our classmates to envy us,

the way that we used to envy them.

You want to be the popular kids for once.

Do you think we’re being petty?

I think you’ve both been through a lot.

- Mm. - Yes.

And I guarantee, you will rule the school.

The class of ’92 as been told

that their hosts, the two of you,

have flown them to the island,

and are paying for all expenses.

The reunion weekend will include

multiple events culminating with

the dream prom that you never had.

We’re the hosts? Mm-hmm.

And we get a prom?

The welcome gathering is underway

in our ocean view pavilion.

But first, I believe,

you ladies need a fabulous outfit for the occasion.

- Oh! - What?

- Tara... - Aw.

Jessica...

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Ooh!

They got you the good litter box.

Nice, right?

And the fancy cat tree.

But something is off about it.

I don’t know. What do you think, buddy?

Yep, you’re right.

It should be near the window

so you can see the pretty birdies.

Oh.

- Miss Nevinson. - Andi, please.

I’m just getting Bobo settled. Come in.

Okay.

- Here he is. - Aw.

Very handsome.

He looks like Nathan Fillion, doesn’t he?

Oh.

Ooh, I’m so sorry. I’m just allergic.

So, Andi, what can the island do for you?

Well, I am a cat lady.

Oh, one cat doesn’t a cat lady make.

Necessarily.

Bobo is my best friend.

I tell him everything.

All my secrets.

He knows me better than anyone.

Oh, I love him so much.

My fantasy is to know that he loves me back.

You’re looking at me weird.

- No, no. - Oh, no, no, no.

- I... I... trust me... - Not at all. Um...

You know, the bond between humans and animals

can be very intense.

I mean, it’s Fantasy Island.

I could probably ask to fly or time travel or something.

It’s just I have always preferred

the company of animals to people.

Do you have any pets?

Well, I had a dog.

- Mm-hmm. - Sort of.

His name was Mr. Jones.

- Did he pass? - No, no, no.

He reconnected with his wife and moved back to the mainland.

Would you like to have some lunch before your fantasy begins?

Oh.

I can’t leave Bobo in a new place alone so soon.

- We’ll just get room service. - Okay.

Who wants some tuna tartare? Huh?

"I want some tuna tartare."

"I want some tuna tartare."

"Elena, can I have some tuna tartare?"

Of course, Bobo.

Oh.

- You ready? - Let’s do this.

Okay.

Some people look so different.

They’re here!

They’re here!

Oh, my God, you girls look amazing.

Janie Poovey.

This was so generous of you to fly us out here.

- Mm. - The steak dinner?

The rooms?

Whatever you need this weekend, just let me and Sheryl know.

- Totally. - Okay.

- Thanks. - One little thing.

- Could you sign my book? - Oh, oh, me too! Me too!

You wrote a book?

- I guess I wrote a book. - Okay.

- We both watch your show. - Oh, I’m obsessed.

Let me see this.

Oh, you dedicated it to me.

Wow, nice rock.

What? Look at this!

- Finally. - That’s amazing.

Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God.

- It’s Ashton Stanford. - Deep breath, you look hot.

- My beautiful wife is here. - I can’t. I mean...

He just kissed her in front of everybody.

Hi, Ashton.

- He’s still so handsome. - She is gorgeous.

Well, everyone’s dying to talk to you.

- Or should I keep you to myself? - Wow.

I wonder what they’re gonna want to talk about.

Well, your community garden initiative,

our foundation,

ow you’re even prettier than you were in high school.

Your pick.

- We have a foundation. - My book is a bestseller.

You look so great, Tara.

I mean, you’re aging backward.

And you haven’t aged a day.

Well, I’m vegan.

It’s great for the complexion.

I always thought that you had the most

beautiful skin in high school.

It was the moisturizing egg yolk.

Well, all I know is you looked about 25 at the Met Gala.

I went to the Met Gala.

I live on a farm.

- Code yellow? - You know it.

You guys have a pay-what-you-can market

every Sunday on your farm.

You have an online store.

You and Ashton foster disabled dogs.

You’re working on a new book called

"My Method, Your Madness."

Okay. I feel bad.

We should be writing these books together.

No. N... no.

I... I like my fantasy life just as it is.

Ashton is legit sexy.

Oh, my God, so sexy.

We might make out later.

Oh, my God.

- Oh, my... - You’re gonna be fine.

- Okay, I’m gonna be fine. - You’ve got this.

- I got it. - Breath check.

Ugh, mint. We need a mint.

That must be our noms.

You ready for some noms, buddy?

I could definitely eat.

Did I just talk?

Aah!

Whoa.

Wow, these things are brutal.

You ever been to a reunion?

Didn’t even go to my prom.

Wait, what?

Why not?

No one asked me.

I spent high school with my nose in a science book.

Beautiful and brilliant, huh?

Those poor boys must have been so intimidated.

- You ever regret not going? - No.

But, you know, maybe... maybe a little.

’Cause I would have blown them away

with my salsa.

We shouldn’t be seen... fraternizing.

You know, maybe we could fraternize somewhere more private?

The store room in the back of the kitchen?

See you in five.

Hello.

You know, I bet a lot of them remember high school

as the best time of their lives.

Or their worst.

Like Jessica and Tara.

And they can’t move past it.

They think they’re holding each other up,

but I’m afraid they are holding each other back.

Is that you?

You know, I need to,

have a talk with the chef.

- Oh. - Nut allergies.

Oh.

I was such a geek in high school.

Sexiest geek in the garden club.

So glad I finally got to take you to prom.

Well, you could have asked me the first time around.

Well, I wanted to, but...

I even talked to Tara about it,

but she made it very clear,

that you were not into football players.

What?

In this market, it’s essential to keep reinventing yourself.

Oh, yes, for sure.

I reinvent all day. Every day.

Hey, you two. Having fun?

Venture capital mogul and badass girl boss

plotting to take over the world.

Janie, would you mind grabbing us

a couple glasses of champagne?

Yes.

You know, when I was first starting out,

I wanted to contact you,

but I was afraid you wouldn’t take my calls.

Come on.

Fear is the only real obstacle in life, right?

Yeah. I guess you’re right.

Hey, I need to talk to you. Now!

Okay.

Back in high school, did you tell Ashton

I wasn’t interested in him?

Well, I mean, that was a hundred years ago.

I can’t remember every little thing that happened.

He was gonna ask me to prom.

And you told him I,

- wasn’t into football players? - I was trying to protect you.

From what?

Love? Happiness?

I didn’t want you to get your heart broken.

Well, that wasn’t for you to decide.

Champs!

Go away.

You’re human.

This is amazing.

Ugh.

I can barely smell anything.

And I am freezing.

No coverage at all. I feel naked.

But, Bobo, we can talk.

- We can communicate. - Eh.

I don’t know what I expected, but, not this.

Look at you!

Not exactly what I thought you would look like.

- But you are perfect. - Whoa, boundaries.

- Sorry. - Yeah.

But, so, like, what do you want to do first?

I feel like we should get to know each other a little bit.

It’s like a whole different world up here.

- Would you say you’re happy? - Ooh.

Well, look what we have here.

Oh, you probably won’t like those anymore.

I’ve seen you open these, like, a million times, so...

I’ll be the judge of that.

Opposable thumbs, bam.

Oh, mmm.

- Uh, not... not too many. - Aah!

Can you lay off a little bit?

I’m feeling kind of oppressed.

- Oppressed? - Yeah.

And it’s not just right now.

Listen,

the outfits,

the Instagram page,

it’s a lot.

I didn’t know you felt this way.

Is there anything I could do?

We’re gonna have to put a pin in this conversation.

- But... - I have to disembowel that lizard.

Come here, you little brat!

Bobo! Bobo, come back!

Tara said she was trying to protect me.

What the hell?

Well,

maybe she didn’t want to share you.

- Oh. - Mm.

Good. No, that’s good.

I don’t usually do this sort of thing

- on the first date. - Oh.

Roleplay, huh?

Just another reason why I love you.

Oh, you love me.

Okay. Oh!

I’m sorry.

I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here.

So how was it?

Who... who are you?

I’m Rita.

Your nanny?

Nanny?

Okay. Uh, somebody obviously overindulged.

Yeah, hi.

You are cute.

And somehow I managed to bring you into this world

and keep you alive,

all while being massively, fabulously successful.

Yes! So go me!

Oh, I know.

But of course, you’re not real.

Oh, he’s real...ish.

How can he be real-ish?

Um, you know, I’ll wait, and...

And explain to you both, so I don’t have to do it twice.

Oh, here she is.

You have a baby now?

I mean, it’s a cute baby. Hi, baby.

Apparently I have a baby-ish.

Kind of like you have a husband...ish.

Okay, Fantasy Island isn’t tethered

in a particular time or reality,

which means the island is free to show our guests

possibilities.

What could be, what could have been.

So I could have been with Ashton

if Tara hadn’t lied to me.

Hmm. It’s possible.

Hmm.

You know, there are many roads and many choices

that lead to where we are.

Roads paved with lies.

Okay, ladies, look around.

It’s a high school reunion.

Who here isn’t lying about something?

The question is, why?

I was trying to protect her. I told you that.

And you have both done a lot of that, haven’t you?

You’ve spent your entire lives protecting each other.

But at what cost?

Thank you, gentlemen.

Go ahead, try it.

It’s an island specialty.

Your tenth grade bangs

did not make you look like Tori Amos.

I only do Pilates on Saturdays

so I don’t have to dig around

in your precious community garden.

Get used to the truth bombs, ladies,

’cause they’re about to start flowing.

Oh, my God, there you are.

I’ve been worried sick.

You’re sick? Ew.

Where’d you get those clothes?

Oh. They called it a gift shop.

I charged it to your room. I hope you don’t mind.

And I’m gonna go by Baron now.

It sounds like a king.

This was supposed to be our trip.

Can you hear yourself?

You know, even if I was a human,

that would just sound so sad to say out loud.

Bobo, please.

I’ve been watching you my entire life.

And you know what I see?

I think you are a sad,

little hermit,

who is terrified of human intimacy.

And you use your cat, AKA me,

as an excuse to stay in Friday nights,

instead of finding a real relationship.

It’s sad,

and I don’t like watching it.

And you take me, a cat, to an island,

to validate your delusion

that you’re not wasting your life, which you are.

Why are you so mean?

I’m not mean.

It’s just, the truth hurts, food lady.

Now I’m gonna go,

and get rubbed down by a man named Paolo,

because he promised me a deep-tissue massage,

and I don’t know what that is.

Enjoy.

Have whatever you want.

Hi, Segundo.

You, uh... you got a minute?

I have a small favor to ask.

Does it have anything to do with your new girlfriend?

Uh...

I’m old, mijo,

but not blind.

She doesn’t want anyone to know.

I’m sure she has her reasons.

But I have never seen Elenita happier.

So, what’s this favor?

This tight skin?

It’s called a face lift and Botox.

- I’m not even vegan. - I had an affair,

with my personal trainer.

I just got out of jail... embezzling.

- I hate organizing. - And you suck at it.

You’re literally the least ambitious person I know.

Well, just because I’m not ambitious

about straightening garages

does not mean I’m not ambitious.

I was gonna join the Peace Corps,

and you said that I had to help

you launch your stupid company.

Wait, where’s my baby?

I’m sorry, you’re back in the life you chose.

No baby, no book. No husband, no farm.

Ashton?

Breadsticks! Breadsticks!

Hey!

- You guys. - Snorin’ Warren!

- Now let’s see. - Yeah?

- Oh, hey, that’s good. - Yeah?

Elbows up. Elbows up!

Stabilize the core.

- Loosen those hips! - How do you stabilize the core

and loosen the hips at the same time?

Focus, Javier, focus.

Elenita is a strong dancer.

- She needs a strong lead. - I’m not sure about this.

Then you will fail.

Salsa is about passion, no doubt, eh?

You have to meet her level.

Show her you have what it takes.

Go again. Elbows up.

All right, all right.

Go. That’s it.

- That’s it, good. - Like that?

Yeah, yeah, like that.

You got it.

- Elbows up. - All right, it feels good.

- Elbows up. - Yeah.

Hello.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Oh, my goodness, guess what. - Hmm?

I think Javier and Roarke are together.

Didn’t you tell me they had a thing a few months back?

Well, yeah, but it was more of, like,

a one night stand kind of thing, but this?

This is different.

I mean, Javier is taking salsa lessons from Segundo.

And I’m pretty sure they snuck off

into a storage room during the party last night.

Mm, clandestine meetings in the storage room.

Sounds exciting.

Well, you know, there’s friend energy,

but then there’s love energy.

But there is a distinct difference between the two.

- Uh-huh. - I think,

that they have that love energy.

Mm-hmm.

Does it bother you that she’s not telling you?

I get it.

You know, Elena doesn’t really do vulnerable.

And there’s nothing more vulnerable than being in love.

Even if she doesn’t know it yet.

Hmm.

Oh, I actually need to check on my cat lady.

I’m sorry. I’ll see you soon, okay?

Bye.

Tough day?

My cat thinks I’m a loser.

He’s a cat. What does he know?

He knows I haven’t been on a date since 2016.

Well, that is a long time.

Do you have any idea what it’s like out there?

Catfishers, ghosters,

bread-crumbers, benchwarmers.

The last date I went on,

it turns out the guy lived in a van,

and he just wanted to massage my feet.

What?

Bobo... I mean, Baron...

Loves me unconditionally.

- Hmm. - Or at least I thought he did.

It’s not only pets that can love you unconditionally.

People can too.

But not if you’re hiding away in your apartment

’cause you’re scared of getting hurt.

- You may have a point. - Mm-hmm.

You and Bobo.

Okay, you see him over there?

That is Harrison.

And I happen to know that he is single

and, a cat lover.

- He’s cute. - Oh, yeah.

There’s probably something wrong with him.

Probably, yeah.

But, what if you just dip your toe in the water?

You know, have a little fun. That’s all.

- Come on, I’ll introduce you. - Okay.

Yeah.

Hey, Harrison, I’d like you to meet Andi.

Jessica Warren?

Hi, I...

- You might not remember me... - Hi, Ashton.

Weird weekend, huh?

Yeah, yeah, you too?

I caught Dengue fever or something.

My head’s all fuzzy.

I don’t think I drank that much, but...

seeing you really turned around the day.

Snorin’ Warren?

- What a thrill. - I never called you that.

And I totally understand why you fell asleep,

in social studies class.

Mr. Pinto was a living, breathing Valium.

He was as engaging as Jell-O.

Water flavored Jell-O.

So you wanna...

Ditch the surf and turf dinner?

And hang out?

Um...

Your wife wouldn’t mind?

- Happily divorced. - Oh.

Uh, well, in that case,

I would love to.

- Great. - Great.

Andrea!

You know that stuff from the faucet?

It’s falling from the sky!

Andrea, let me in!

My cat fur’s all wet.

- Hi. - Hello, Baron.

Hi, um...

Maybe we can just hide under the bed

until this is all over?

Actually, now is not a good time.

I’m with someone,

and I’m getting a life.

Are you ready to tell me about Breadsticks?

It was sophomore year,

and after a field trip,

everyone went to dinner.

All the other kids were pigging out on

calamari and mozzarella sticks,

and, I lied,

and said I was on a diet.

My mother had been MIA for a few days.

That happened a lot.

And, there was no food in the house.

Luckily for me,

Olive Garden has unlimited breadsticks.

Anyways, I helped myself,

just jammed them in a bag.

One of Janie’s friends must have seen,

because as I was leaving,

she unzipped my backpack, and...

All of the breadsticks came tumbling out.

"Breadsticks" was born.

You know, I froze my eggs, ages ago.

I never even told Jessica.

Why?

I don’t know.

I was scared.

Really?

Of what?

Maybe...

Changing things,

changing everything.

What if I can’t handle it?

My mother couldn’t.

And Jessica was there for you.

You made each other feel safe, right?

That’s what life rafts do.

How is that working for you?

This is what I know about this island.

It wouldn’t have shown you something that you can’t have.

There is so much more here for you, Tara.

All you have to do is...

Take it.

Well, I have a confession to make.

I had such a crush on you back in the day.

But you were captain of the football team.

You dated all the hottest cheerleaders.

Well, more like they dated me.

It wasn’t even me that they were into.

They just wanted to go out with a quarterback.

Meanwhile, I was invisible.

Not to me.

No, you were so different

from all the other girls in school.

You cared about things.

I can’t believe you noticed that.

So, listen, there’s a prom tonight.

And since I didn’t have the guts to ask you in high school,

would you do me the honor, and,

go with me now?

Um...

Hey, Driscoll.

You really are rich, right?

I mean, that wasn’t a lie?

Mm, I’m loaded.

Then I want to talk to you about a business idea

that’s gonna rock your world.

Hey, buddy.

I got your gift.

Did you like it?

I really did.

Thank you.

You were right.

Thank you.

I love you.

You do?

Of course.

You’re food lady.

Among my kind, that is the highest honor.

You feed me wet and dry food and treats.

Every day!

And you tend to my latrine.

And you always fill the birdfeeder with birdseed.

And when it’s cold at night,

you let me climb on your lap,

and cuddle.

I am so happy.

I want you to be too.

You don’t have nine lives like I do.

- Just this one. - Oh.

I want you to have the best life.

Aw.

I love you too.

By the way, you’re on your own tonight.

I’m going to the prom.

What’s all this?

I’m taking you to prom.

Right here.

Here we go.

Beautiful.

- Where’d you learn that? - Segundo.

- But I swore him to secrecy. - Segundo, eh?

- Mm-hmm. - Hmm.

- Well, thank you. - You’re welcome.

What now?

Well, it’s prom.

We dance.

Let’s go.

Oh!

You know what?

We may need a bigger dance floor.

- What the... - Hell?

- Oh. - Oh, come on.

Pass the Rocky Road.

We are so gonna get fired for taking these.

Worth it.

Screw Janie and her airhead friends.

We don’t need them anyway.

Clearly they peaked in high school.

We’re way cooler than they are.

And better than them.

Tara Bendetti,

you’re my best friend.

And I promise I will never hurt you.

And I will always have your back

no matter what, forever.

Jessica Warren, you’re my best friend.

And I promise I will never hurt you.

And I will have your back no matter what.

- Forever. - Forever.

- Okay. - Okay.

My God, those dresses were ugly.

Those little geeks had dreams.

They did. Didn’t they?

Yeah.

What happened to us?

Instead of pushing each other to be braver, we...

We stuck with what made us feel safe.

Each other.

We have to stop doing that.

We needed to cling to each other in high school,

but maybe being each other’s life rafts

kept us from learning to swim on our own.

I think we need to break up.

Me too.

- I’m scared. - Me too.

But I think we have to do it anyway.

Yeah.

And you’re gonna be more than okay without me.

Better than okay.

I mean, you’re gonna be amazing!

You and Ashton are gonna change the world.

You’re gonna be okay too.

You’re gonna write that book

and have a baby if you want to

and build an empire.

But first...

We’re gonna rock this prom!

Oh, look.

Breadsticks finally made it to prom.

I can’t believe I ever cared what you thought.

There’s your guy.

Better get your ass over there and get him.

Okay, I’m gonna get my ass over there.

Can business partners dance?

- Hell yes. - Yeah.

Aw.

Hello!

Hi.

You look absolutely beautiful.

Thanks.

Uh, do you see them over there?

Yeah, I think they have that love energy

I was telling you about.

You know, I’ve been thinking about,

love energy, and friend energy,

and us.

- Uh-oh. - I love you.

But we have friend energy.

- No, we-we, we are... - We’re friends.

We’re good friends.

And I want more,

and so should you.

- Gina... - Look...

I get it.

You’re new at this,

and I was a safe space.

But love should be a little scary.

Pardon me, mademoiselle.

Would you care to dance?

- Gina just dumped me. - Oh.

Then, I’m afraid I must insist.

Do you want to dance?

Yes, I do.

What is happening?

Did you know about this?

Of course.

I know everything.

What changed your mind?

You.

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