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[THEME MUSIC PLAYS]

[PLANE WHIRRING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[BELL TOLLING]

The plane! The plane!

-[GIRLS GIGGLING] -[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

-Good morning, boss. -Good morning, Tattoo.

ROARKE: Let's go.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

[HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING]

Boss, that lady does not look too happy.

Should I offer her a cancellation refund?

Oh, no, no, Tattoo. Miss Charlotte Johnson

is a little disappointed, that's all.

She had hoped it would be snowing.

TATTOO: Snowing? Here on Fantasy Island?

Well, anything is possible, my friend.

You see, Miss Johnson's fantasy

is to become a prima ballerina of ice skating.

She must be pretty good.

ROARKE: As a matter of fact, the only skating

she's ever done has been confined

to the frozen ponds around her family's farm

in Minnesota, and that was some years ago.

In that case, I think she gave you a big order, boss.

But I have faith in you.

Why, thank you, Tattoo. That makes me feel much better.

-TATTOO: Nice-looking couple. -ROARKE: Yes, Tattoo.

Mr. Jeremy Hale and Miss Linda Roth,

his fiancée, from New York.

Throughout early years of constant practice

and dedication,

Mr. Hale dreamed of a great career

as a concert pianist.

Unfortunately, he discovered his talent was inadequate.

So, he now plays background music

at fashionable New York restaurants.

Let me guess.

He wants one week in the big time,

like Carnegie Hall, the Philharmonic.

Is that what he asked for?

How perspicacious of you, my friend.

That is precisely what he asked for.

And our job would be very simple,

if Mr. Hale actually wanted that fantasy.

TATTOO: You mean, that's not what he wants?

You mean, he's lying to us?

ROARKE: What Mr. Hale has in mind

-is much more complicated. -[PARROT SQUAWKS]

It could prove extremely dangerous to him.

Mr. Hale really wants to acquire the unique skills and genius...

-of a dead man. -A dead man?

Yes, Tattoo.

One who may be seeking revenge from beyond the grave.

TATTOO: Who are they, boss?

ROARKE: Victor and Viola Urskin from Stanton Beach, California.

And if you're wondering

why they seem less than friendly,

there is very good reason.

Two weeks ago, the Urskin's were divorced

and neither one is pleased

with the community property settlement.

But if they were divorced, what are they doing together?

They are here because they have identical fantasies.

You see, Tattoo, both Mr. and Mrs. Urskin

are determined to win

the greatest race of their lives.

Or so they claim.

You mean, they are lying?

Indeed I do, Tattoo.

Unfortunately, their real fantasy

is to cheat each other out of his

or her community property,

which is worth five million dollars.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[SEAGULL SQUAWKING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Good afternoon, Miss Johnson.

Oh, hi, Mr. Roarke. Hi, Tattoo.

Oh, boy, that girl out there is...

-She's just absolutely... -ROARKE: Breathtaking?

CHARLOTTE: Oh, breathtaking. That says it.

Her name is Miss Laura Henderson and she's competing for a place

on the American women's figure skating team.

And she won't have any trouble either.

-No. -Oh, she's everything

I've ever dreamed of being.

Can you really make that happen for me?

Can you turn a potato farmer into poetry in motion like that?

I believe you said in your letter that, uh,

uh, you began skating when you were a child.

Am I correct? What made you give it up?

Well, my mama got sick.

So I had to take over her chores on the farm.

Between that and school,

there wasn't really time for my own interest.

So you have many years to catch up on.

Well, in that case, I suggest you begin at once.

Tattoo.

Thank you very much, Mr. Roarke.

I really do appreciate the thought,

but, uh, I brought my own skates.

Ah.

But this pair is special.

No one knows who made them or even how old they are.

They are said to have belonged at one time

to Miss Sonja Henie.

Sonja Henie?

That's before she won the three Olympic titles.

Why don't you try them out?

And practice for a competition.

What competition?

Your fantasy was to become one of the top women figure skaters

in the world. Am I correct?

Well, naturally, you are entered in the competition

from which the American team will be selected.

Eh, there'll be a cocktail party for the competitors

and the selection committee, this evening.

We'll see you there. Good luck, Miss Johnson.

Good luck.

[SKATES SCRAPING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Thank you.

Ah, here we are, at the starting line.

Uh, lest there be any misunderstandings,

I shall go over the rules, regulations and conditions.

Hmm. What a marvelous idea, Mr. Roarke.

Thank you, Mrs. Urskin.

This will be a two-day, around-the-island race.

At stake is the remaining community property

from your recent divorce.

It consists of a vintage car museum,

valued at five million dollars.

The first person to cross the finish line tomorrow,

will win this entire

magnificent collection of automobiles.

That's right. A winner-take-all race.

Excuse me. Why don't you sell the museum

and split the money?

I love this collection too much.

It's been my life's work.

What Mr. Urskin is saying,

is that we spent 15 years, the length of our marriage,

building it into the success it is.

He forced me to give up my work at our museum

after we had both launched it.

Selling the collection would be sacrilege.

[ENGINE IDLING]

-VIOLA: Oh, no, it can't be. -VICTOR: It is.

Morgan Townsend. Unless I'm hallucinating.

Sorry to be late, folks. I had to give my engine

the final once-over. Hello, Vic. Vi.

Mr. Roarke, what is he doing here?

Yes, that's what I'd like to know.

Oh, well, you see, uh, Mr. Townsend here insisted

that he be allowed to enter the race.

-And he's a very persuasive man. -He's also a creep.

Sticks and stones.

Eh, well, regardless of your personal differences,

uh, Mr. Townsend is so anxious

to acquire your museum and your collection,

he posted a five million dollar cashier's check with me

in order to enter the race.

But, Mr. Roarke, you promised us a match race.

Oh, I beg your pardon, Mrs. Urskin, I beg your pardon.

I promised you a winner-take-all race.

To the winner will go the five million dollar check,

plus the museum. And its contents, of course.

Well, what do you say, folks?

You know I've always wanted to own your collection.

Suits me. I don't mind taking your money.

Mrs. Urskin?

My father won every professional title

in motor racing

and he taught his daughter everything he knew.

I will take great pleasure

in beating them both, Mr. Roarke.

Eh, very well. Then it's, uh, it's all settled.

First person to cross the finish line,

shall be declared the winner. Oh! [CHUCKLES]

And, uh, it goes without saying, of course, that, uh,

normal highway etiquette

-shall be observed at all times. -Absolutely.

Positively.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

-Start your engines. -[ENGINES REVVING]

[THUMPING]

[PEOPLE CHEERING, APPLAUDING]

Boss, what do you think?

I think that the causes of sportsmanship,

honesty and integrity

are about to be set back at least 100 years.

That's what I think.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[PIANO PLAYING]

Oh, I think I'm gonna like it here.

[PIANO PLAYING]

Mr. Roarke, I don't know how I'm gonna thank you

for giving me this job.

Letting me work my way through my fantasy.

Obviously our guests enjoy your playing, Mr. Hale.

Oh, they always enjoy Jeremy wherever he works.

You know, Mr. Roarke, he has regular customers

who follow him all over town.

[CLICKS TONGUE] Oh.

I guess from ten to two every night,

I, sort of, supply little fantasies myself.

Tell me, Mr. Roarke, when does my own fantasy begin?

You mean, your wish to play the piano...

like this?

[PIANO PLAYING OVER RECORD PLAYER]

Oh, Mr. Roarke, can you really do it?

I mean, can you help Jeremy play like that?

Of course. If that is what he wishes.

Do you, Mr...

-Hale? -[PIANO PLAYING CONTINUES]

[MUSIC STOPS]

The pianist is Mr. Sir Gay Marco,

considered one of the most celebrated virtuosi

of the 20th century.

He died here on the island, several months ago.

I believe he was everything Mr. Hale ever wanted to be.

Don't you have something to tell Miss Roth?

Stop wasting my time, Mr. Hale.

Tattoo.

[SIGHS] The boss asked me to double check your fantasy.

Your real name is Jeremy Marco.

You are the older brother of Sir Gay Marco.

You haven't seen him in several years.

It hurt him very deeply

and he assumed you were... jealous of his talent.

No.

Not jealous of him.

Angry at myself.

When we were kids, I loved him and my music.

I took care of him, but...

[SIGHS] ...he just had this spark, I didn't.

Staying away from his world...

made my own easier to live in.

Oh, Jeremy.

Jeremy, why didn't you tell me?

This was Sir Gay's ring...

that was given to him by a European monarch.

He never performed without it.

When you put it on...

you will play with all his passion

and superb technique.

Tonight is our annual

Fantasy Island recital for piano.

It is my hope that you will perform.

TATTOO: And when you finish playing,

you will give it back to Mr. Roarke, please.

As soon as possible.

Play, Mr. Hale.

Play along, with Sir Gay.

[PIANO PLAYING]

It's...

-It's wonderful. -Yes.

It felt just as good as I thought it would.

Now, if you'll excuse us. Tattoo.

[PIANO PLAYING]

[SKATES SCRAPING]

[SKATES SCRAPING]

Look, I've seen a lot of flying camels

in my time, Henderson, but that looked

exactly like a duck landing backwards.

Now, do it again and get that back leg up!

Oh, boy. You've really gotten yourself

in the hog pen now, Charlie girl.

But you can't stand here all day.

[SIGHS]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

-Hiya, Mike. -Hiya, Judge Meyer.

Judge, do you know who that young lady is?

We never saw her before.

[MIKE YELPING]

[CHUCKLING]

Well, next time, give a signal when you turn left, will you?

-Oh, I'm so sorry. Are you okay? -[WHISTLES]

Yeah, well.

Nothing's coming apart. How about you?

Just dying of embarrassment.

My first time on the ice here

and I have to fall in front of a man.

Well, as long as you had to fall,

I'm glad it was me. Come on, let me help you up.

Thanks.

You all right? You sure you're okay?

-Yes, thank you. -Yeah.

[ENGINE REVVING]

-[ENGINE IDLING] -Humphrey, go to it.

[ELEPHANTS TRUMPETING]

[ELEPHANTS TRUMPETING]

-[ENGINE SPUTTERING] -Oh, no, not now.

[ENGINE SPUTTERING CONTINUES]

Oh. Sir, my motor's missing.

Well...

I guess I have to put it up on the rack.

Why don't you check under the hood first?

I think my timing's off.

I'll say your timing's off, lady.

I'm just about to eat my lunch.

[SIGHS]

[PIANO PLAYING]

Who is she?

Madam Carla Marco. Sir Gay's widow.

The gentleman with her is Mr. Vincent Stollmann,

Sir Gay's manager.

They haven't been on the island since Sir Gay Marco died.

We invited Madam Marco here for this year's recital,

um, as guest of honor.

[PIANO PLAYING]

He's copied Sir Gay's technique remarkably well.

Better than well. Deja vu.

[PIANO PLAYING CONTINUES]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

That's Sir Gay's concerto. He never finished writing it.

[PIANO PLAYING CONTINUES]

Who is he?

His name is Jeremy Hale.

How does he know it?

Sir Gay's unfinished work.

There was blood on the only copy.

-I burned it myself. -Shut up, Carla.

We'll find out who he is and how he knows about it.

-How? -You'll ask him...

when you go to see him.

[ALL APPLAUDING]

Jeremy, what happened to you?

What were you playing? It was marvelous.

I don't know, Linda. I don't know what it was.

I just could feel it pour out of me.

It's as if I knew it. Every note, every emphasis.

Perhaps, you should give the ring back

to me now, Mr. Hale.

No, Mr. Roarke. I don't know why,

but I can't give it back just yet.

I feel there's still something I must do.

Mr. Hale, I sense that your fantasy

may be getting out of control.

If you do not surrender the ring now,

you may not have the opportunity later.

[ENGINE IDLING]

-You did this, didn't you? -[LAUGHING]

Cad.

Do good work, Ludlow. Real good. Here.

Get yourself a couple of bottles of champagne, tonight.

My compliments. Very good. [CHUCKLING]

Halt! This is illegal.

I'll report both of you to Mr. Roarke.

[LAUGHS]

And don't forget to tell him about the elephants, too.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

CHARLOTTE: Boy, oh, boy. You should've seen me.

I was like Linda Fratianne

or Dorothy Hamill, all rolled into one.

-Did you like it? -I loved it.

But it was kind of weird. It was like,

it was like the skates just took over.

Almost like they had a mind of their own.

Perhaps, they do have a certain magic about them.

-Ah, Miss Henderson. -[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

You two ladies, uh, should be acquainted.

You are skating against each other

-tomorrow evening. -Hi, I'm Charlie Johnson.

Boy, am I thrilled to know you.

I saw you skating earlier.

You're just breathtaking, Miss Henderson.

You can call me Laura.

I saw your routine and you must've been working

on that an awfully long time.

Uh, Miss Johnson is very good

at improvisational technique, I understand.

Yeah. Right, that's exactly what it was. I...

[CHUCKLES] I'm just like a jazz musician.

I couldn't do it the same way twice

if my life depended on it.

-I call that very creative. -[LAUGHS]

Well, I'm sure the ladies

have more important matters to attend to,

and we have to see to our other guests.

-Will you excuse us? -Excuse me.

Come on, let me introduce you around.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

I'll tell you, if I had the right girl

with enough versatility and sheer physical strength...

I can get her to go right from the foot work,

right into a series of stars and Arabians,

and nobody, nobody could beat the program.

It can't be done.

Nobody could make that move, no matter how strong.

You tried it. Look what happened to you.

Smashed your leg.

Wiped yourself out of competitive skating.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Hello, Miss Johnson. I've heard all about you.

It wasn't a complete wipe-out, Farrell.

Not as long as I'm still able to... teach others.

The word's out that you're spectacular.

You know, if it's true,

you're gonna be receiving a great many offers

to turn pro after this competition.

-[GASPS] You really think so? -MEYER: Certainly.

By the way, my dear, don't forget,

You have to have your program form in by morning.

We still don't know what routine you're planning to skate.

Well, I was just saving it as a surprise.

[CHUCKLES]

Well, I'm sure we'd all enjoy that immensely, Miss Johnson,

but, uh, rules are rules.

The committee has decided that a skater

without a program form has to be disqualified.

You mean, I won't be allowed to skate?

If you don't have that form in by morning, I'm afraid not.

[CRICKET CHIRPING]

[DOOR SHUTS]

[PIANO PLAYING]

[PLAYING STOPS ABRUPTLY]

[CARLA GASPS]

[EXHALES]

Come in.

I wanted to congratulate you, Mr. Hale. I'm Carla Marco.

I heard you play tonight.

You play remarkably well.

Your technique is very like my late husband's.

SIR GAY: I loved her. She helped kill me.

What do you want, Mrs. Marco?

The composition you played tonight...

where did you hear it?

SIR GAY: Punish her.

Mr. Hale, please.

Where did you hear that composition?

SIR GAY: I loved her.

She helped him kill me.

[SWISHING]

CARLA: Who are you?

SIR GAY: Destroy her!

[GASPS, GROANS]

[GROANING]

-Murderer! You helped kill me. -[CARLA GASPING, COUGHING]

[CARLA GROANING, SCREAMING]

Jeremy! Jeremy! Oh, my, God! Jeremy! Jeremy!

[CARLA GROANS]

[GASPING, WHIMPERING]

[ENGINE IDLING]

-[CLANKING] -[CLATTERS]

[SHATTERS]

[LAUGHS]

[TIRE RATTLING]

Huh?

[ENGINE REVS, IDLES]

[HONKS]

[HONKS]

-[BIRDS CHIRPING] -MIKE: Hey, Johnson,

sitting down only gives part of your anatomy a workout.

Who said that?

Where are you?

Oh, it's you.

Oh, boy, I really did hurt you in that collision, didn't I?

[CHUCKLES] No, it wasn't the collision.

It's just an old injury.

Oh. I'm sorry to hear that, Mr. O'Brien.

Mike. And you're... Charlotte?

Charlie.

You know, I've got to tell you, Charlie Johnson, uh,

you got Laura Henderson pretty worried.

And me.

You can forget it.

[SIGHS] I'm out of the competition.

You're what?

I don't have a freestyle program worked out.

-You're kidding. -I didn't know about it in time.

[SIGHS] I guess it's too late.

What's that?

Your routine for tomorrow night.

What?

Your routine for tomorrow night.

I couldn't possibly learn a routine by tomorrow night.

You said you wanted to skate, Johnson.

Now, we skate by picking up one foot, putting it down

and then picking up the other. Now skate!

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Come on. Let's go.

CHARLOTTE: Oh, Mike, I can't go on anymore.

Can't I just rest?

MIKE: Charlie, look, you've only got

the finale sequence to go.

If you can do it, there's nobody here

who can beat you.

What about Laura?

Why don't you teach her the sequence?

Look, Laura's not strong enough.

She'd only get hurt if she tried it.

Now, Charlie, listen, please.

Once in a while, somebody comes along

that skates with her heart

instead of her head. Like Laura, you.

But you have the physical stamina.

You can be great.

I can help you make it.

Let me.

You believe in me that much?

I believe in you totally... Charlie girl.

Uh, but, uh... [SCOFFS] ...those skates.

I meant to tell you, they're too old.

-They're unreliable. -[STAMMERING] But-- but--

But you don't understand.

These aren't just any old skates.

I can't perform without them.

Okay. Okay.

-[HORN HONKING] -[ENGINE REVVING]

VIOLA: What are you doing? Get away from me.

Get away from me.

[ENGINE SPUTTERING]

VIOLA: Hey, you stalled my engine.

-[VIOLA GROANING] -[VICTOR GROANING]

-[SIGHS] -I'm stuck. Axle's gone.

This is all your fault.

Listen to who's talking... road hog.

If you were any kind of gentleman,

-you'd help me fix my car! -Right. Let you win, right?

As it stands now,

Morgan Townsend's going to win everything!

-Vi, what's wrong with your car? -I think it's my coil.

Nothing wrong with my coil.

-I've got an idea. -Me, too.

Why don't we use your coil in my car?

It'll be just like old times. You and I working together.

Let's get to work.

You know something, Vi? Even if we lose,

this part of the race has been the most fun for me.

Me, too.

I always did enjoy working alongside you, Vic.

Then why did you file for divorce?

Because you treated me like an ornament.

You refused to let me work at the museum.

I was never cut out for that kind of existence, Vic.

How come you never let me know how you felt before?

I did, but you didn't listen to me.

Oh, I-- I never really wanted the divorce.

I'm sorry, Vi. Really sorry.

I didn't want that divorce either.

-[VEHICLE APPROACHING] -[ENGINE REVVING]

VICTOR: Here he comes now.

MORGAN: Don't worry, Vi.

I'll send the elephants to pick you up.

[LAUGHS]

Oh, hurry, Vic.

We mustn't let him have the museum. Our museum.

[HORN HONKING]

Force Townsend's car off the road.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[CROWD CHEERING, WHISTLING]

Congratulations, Mrs. Urskin.

You have just won the vintage car museum

and this check for five million dollars.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Roarke. Thank you very much.

And here's a trophy from us to you.

VIOLA: Thank you. How thoughtful of you.

Well, you can forget the race. It's over.

-Mr. Roarke, what's going on? -Yeah, the race isn't over

till one of the cars crosses the finish line.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry, gentlemen,

there must have been a misunderstanding.

You two should've paid more attention to Mr. Roarke

when he was laying down the race rules.

He said the first person, repeat, person,

across the finish line, wins the race.

Well, I'm a person

and I was first to cross the line.

Well, Mr. Urskin, you just lost your museum.

Yeah.

And you lost your five million dollars.

Mrs. Urskin,

why, I don't suppose you would entertain

a marriage proposal right now, would you?

Yes, I would.

If it came from the right man.

[CROWD APPLAUDING, CHEERING]

Boss.

Did you fix the race?

Uh, let's put it this way, Tattoo.

The game of love cannot always be played

with the cards on the table.

Cards? I'm not speaking about cards.

I'm talking about race.

JEREMY: It's all so strange. I...

I don't know what happened to me. It's...

It's as if she was my wife.

I wanted to touch her, hold her, love her.

And then I wanted to punish her.

And, uh...

kill her.

[SIGHS]

I think I would have, if Linda hadn't stopped me.

-Mr. Hale-- -Marco.

I wanna be called that now.

I'm coming to terms with it.

I'm Jeremy Marco, Sir Gay's brother.

That is correct. You are Jeremy.

Not Sir Gay.

I want you to look at something. This way, please.

I have some photographs which might interest you.

This was Sir Gay's home, here on the island.

It was here that he brought Carla,

his bride.

And...

this is where he died.

I presided over the inquest myself

as chief magistrate of the island.

Madam Marco testified that, uh,

Sir Gay took a walk that night along the cliff.

Alone.

He often did that when his music wouldn't flow,

when inspiration failed him.

That's a word I never associated with him.

Our coroner concluded that the fatal wound

on the back of his head

was caused by a fall from the cliff.

Are you telling me something else?

Oh, there is some island gossip

that Madam had begun to find much enjoyment

in the company of her new business manager,

Mr. Vincent Stollmann.

Sir Gay was away on so many tours, you see.

You think my brother was murdered

by his wife and her lover?

Oh, there was no evidence for that finding at the inquest.

No.

[SIGHS]

I had it so wrong.

He wasn't the great Sir Gay Marco...

he was just my kid brother.

He still needed me to-- to take care of him.

He needed me more than ever.

And what was I doing? I was so busy whining

and feeling sorry for myself. I let him down.

I have a rule of not allowing a guest to cancel their fantasy

once it has begun, however, in your case,

I am asking you to allow me to end the fantasy.

Give me back the ring.

Now.

Do you have the power to take it from me, Mr. Roarke?

Not unless you permit me to.

Then the answer is no.

I still have some things to make up for.

If that includes being an instrument

of your brother's revenge,

I will stop you.

Oh, I'm sure you can stop me, Mr. Roarke.

But can you stop a dead man?

ANNOUNCER: The final three contestants

will be Miss Laura Henderson,

Miss Paula Perina, and Miss Charlie Johnson.

And now, Laura Henderson.

-[AUDIENCE APPLAUDING] -[MUSIC PLAYING]

[AUDIENCE CHEERING]

Oh, no!

They're gone.

My skates are gone.

[AUDIENCE APPLAUDING]

Mr. Roarke. Mr. Roarke, you've gotta help me.

-Of course. What is it? -The skates you gave me,

I put them in my locker and now they're gone.

I'm very sorry to hear that, Miss Johnson.

CHARLOTTE: You're sorry?

There's one more performer after Laura Henderson,

then I've gotta get out there and perform.

I wish I could be of service, Miss Johnson,

but, unfortunately, that was the only pair of skates

that could fulfill your fantasy.

Oh, gosh.

I forgot.

That's all this is, just a fantasy.

All fantasies have to come to an end.

[AUDIENCE APPLAUDING]

What are you going to do now?

Just withdraw from the competition.

[AUDIENCE APPLAUDING]

[AUDIENCE APPLAUDING]

[AUDIENCE CHEERING]

CARLA: It was Sir Gay.

He tried to kill me. I don't know how.

But it was he.

Now, now, it was not Sir Gay. His name is Jeremy Hale,

and he's a piano bar player from New York.

Do piano bar players know Sir Gay's technique

as well as he did?

Do they know a concerto that only he knew?

Do they know that we killed him?

-Did he say so? -[SOBS] Yes! Yes!

Well.

All right then.

We'll have to take care of this person.

-How? -If somehow, crazy as it sounds,

if it is some manifestation of Sir Gay, well...

I killed him once.

I'll do it again.

Hmm?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

A most stunning performance, Miss Henderson.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Roarke.

Um, why aren't you out watching the others?

I wanted a word with you...

about a certain pair of skates

that you might, by chance, have acquired.

Well, I have several pairs of skates.

This pair is special.

-They represent a dream. -What about my dreams?

Mr. Roarke, I don't have a social life.

I never have any time.

Everything's always practice, practice, practice.

I have no dates. No normal civilized life at all.

There's just diets and doctors

and hours of practice on the ice

'til I feel like some kind of freak.

And then all I have left is that one dream.

Me being the best.

And winning the gold medal.

But you chose your path, Miss Henderson.

Your tribulations,

your sacrifices have nothing to do with anybody else,

and that includes Miss Charlotte Johnson.

Well, she's interfering in my life.

Well, then fight back. But fight fairly.

-You have the talent. -[INDISTINCT APPLAUDING]

Well, she has you on her side and she has Mike.

And she has those damn skates.

It's just not fair.

You know what I did? I checked her out.

She's never skated in a competition in her life.

She doesn't know what sacrifice means.

Oh, she does, Miss Henderson. Indeed she does.

She gave up a great deal to look after somebody else.

[INDISTINCT APPLAUDING CONTINUES]

I assure you the fact that Miss Johnson

hasn't taken the same path as you to get here...

doesn't make her dream any the less important.

Look, I know you have another pair of skates.

Use them. Don't quit.

Not because of some hang-up about an old pair of skates.

Mike, you don't understand.

I told you. I can't skate without those skates.

-They're magic! -Charlie, you, you're the magic.

[AUDIENCE APPLAUDING]

What about your routine, Mike? Doesn't that matter?

I can't do it without those skates.

The routine can go into mothballs

for the rest of our lives. I love you, Charlie girl.

You've got two minutes to get them on.

-[JOHNSON GASPS] My skates! -Okay, come on.

[AUDIENCE CHEER]

[AUDIENCE APPLAUDING, WHISTLING]

ANNOUNCER: Your attention, please.

Miss Charlotte Johnson was scheduled to skate next,

but has withdrawn from the competition.

-[AUDIENCE MURMURING] -[SKATES SCREECHING]

I withdraw my withdrawal. I'm ready to skate now.

Well, then, by all means, Miss Johnson,

-skate. -[AUDIENCE APPLAUDING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[CHEERING, WHISTLING]

[AUDIENCE CHEERING, APPLAUDING]

[AUDIENCE CHEERING, APPLAUDING]

[AUDIENCE CHEERING, APPLAUDING]

Now the big finish.

My finish. Come on, Charlie girl!

She'll do it, Mike. You'll see.

[AUDIENCE CHEERING, APPLAUDING]

[CHUCKLES]

Ah, thank you, everybody. Thank you very much.

You've made me the happiest potato farmer

in Minnesota.

[AUDIENCE CHEERING]

No, but seriously, I don't deserve this.

It wasn't exactly me who did it.

Oh, I can't explain.

And even if I tried, you wouldn't believe me.

Winning is important...

but people also count. [EXHALES DEEPLY]

Hardworking people.

Dedicated people.

Like Miss Laura Henderson.

She deserves to win.

And that's why I'm gonna withdraw again.

This time for keeps.

[PANTS] Thank you very much.

We commend Miss Johnson on her performance.

She earned a perfect score.

Goodbye.

However, since she has withdrawn once more,

we declare the winner to be Miss Laura Henderson.

[AUDIENCE APPLAUDING, CHEERING]

[MIKE CHUCKLING]

[AUDIENCE APPLAUDING, CHEERING CONTINUES]

[PIANO PLAYING]

[INDISTINCT PIANO PLAYING]

I told you, it's Sir Gay. He's waiting for us inside.

Now, you listen well, Carla.

Whoever he is, whatever he's trying to do,

we're going to end it.

-Right now. -[PIANO PLAYING CONTINUES]

Was I that bad a husband, Carla?

What did I do to make you hate me enough to kill me?

I'm already dead, Vincent.

You took my wife, my money and my life.

[GROANS]

-[GUNSHOT] -[BOTH GRUNTING]

-[GLASS SHATTERS] -[JEREMY GROANING]

[CARLA SCREAMING, GROANING]

[VINCENT GROANS]

[BOTH GROAN]

It's over, Mr. Marco. Sir Gay wants revenge.

Not you, Jeremy. You want justice.

I will see to it that it's done.

Madam Marco, I think you have something to tell me.

Something more than you told at the inquest.

Please. Let me out.

Not until you answer me.

[PANTS]

We... [PANTS]

...Vincent killed Sir Gay.

He threw him off the cliff behind the house.

[CONCERTO PLAYING]

Your brother...

he loves you, Mr. Marco.

That's what he's telling you.

[CONCERTO PLAYING CONTINUES]

[CONCERTO ENDS]

He finished it.

His gift to you for bringing his murderers to justice.

Now he can be at peace.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

And here we have the newly re-engaged couple.

Yes, we're gonna get remarried

as soon as we get back to California.

VICTOR: But this marriage is for keeps.

From now on, we're going to be doing everything together.

Like we did when we first began our little business.

Oh, uh, Mr. Townsend asked me to thank you

for returning his five million dollar check.

It only seems fair.

After all, there was a bit of cheating going on out there.

Oh, really? I had no idea.

Oh, yeah. Just a little bit.

It's been a pleasure, Mr. Roarke.

-Thank you, Mr. Roarke. -Our pleasure, Mr. Urskin.

-Mrs. Urskin. -Bye, Tattoo.

Bye.

-[INDISTINCT CHATTER] -[GIRLS GIGGLE]

-Thank you, boss. -For what?

For one more happy ending.

It makes me feel good all over.

[LAUGHS]

Mr. Roarke, if you and Tattoo ever need anyone

for the piano bar, I'll be on the next plane.

It's a deal.

I will look through the entertainment schedule

for an opening and I will call you.

[CHUCKLES]

Mr. Roarke, what will happen to Carla and Vincent?

Nothing they don't deserve, Miss Roth.

Ah, Mr. Hale-- Mr. Marco,

uh, since the law forbids a person from profiting

from a crime, such as murder,

Madam Marco will lose her right to inheritance.

Your brother's whole estate now belongs to you.

I am sure that's the way Sir Gay would want it.

Goodbye and, uh... be happy.

We'll be happy, Mr. Roarke. We'll be very happy.

-Goodbye, Mr. Roarke. -Bye, Miss Roth.

Tattoo. [CHUCKLES] Thank you.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER, GIGGLING]

[MIKE AND CHARLOTTE CHUCKLING]

Thank you.

Here, Mr. Roarke. I think these should go to Laura now.

Oh, she has no need for them.

Eh, please accept them as my gift, Miss Johnson.

As a, um, souvenir of Fantasy Island.

Thanks! Believe me, they won't get rusty.

They'll see a lot of duck ponds back in Minnesota. [CHUCKLES]

Thanks for everything.

You're very welcome, Miss Johnson.

Duck ponds? She doesn't know it yet,

but those skates are gonna get a lot of use

at a new winter resort that I'm gonna be managing,

-up where Charlie lives. -[CHUCKLES]

Come visit, Mr. Roarke.

Oh, well, thank you, Mr. O'Brien. I--

-I'd enjoy a winter vacation. -Great.

[CHARLOTTE CHUCKLING]

[GIRLS GIGGLING, INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Boss, can I come with you on your winter vacation?

Uh, do-- do you think uh, you would enjoy that, Tattoo?

Of course. It's always so warm around here and sunny.

I mean, it would be nice if we--

if we could go to a place where they have frozen ponds

and a wood-burning fireplace.

You know?

[WIND GUSTING]

Boss?

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