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[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[AIRPLANE ENGINE REVVING]

[BELL TOLLING[

The plane! The plane!

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

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

ROARKE: Let's go.

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

[BAND PLAYING]

-ROARKE: So, she came after all. -TATTOO: Who is she, boss?

ROARKE: Miss Vicky Lee, a very capable journalist,

whose fantasy is to spend a weekend as a guest

of the famous silent film star, Claude Duncan,

who, next to Valentino, was the greatest matinee idol of his day.

Is he the same Claude Duncan

who built a chateau here on Fantasy Island?

The very same, Tattoo, and he still lives there,

-alone. -TATTOO: But, boss,

he must be very old.

Why should a beautiful young lady want to go there?

Miss Lee plans to write a biography

of her beloved grandmother,

the beautiful and tragic actress, Becky Lee.

Oh, I see. Claude Duncan knew Becky, right?

ROARKE: Very well indeed, Tattoo.

They starred together in several films,

all classics now.

And in real life, they became lovers.

And then...

Becky Lee died a most mysterious death.

And I am very much afraid that Miss Lee's

probing into the past

may place her in a present danger more frightening

than she can imagine.

Boss, it looks like the Hatfields and McCoys.

ROARKE: Close, Tattoo, close.

The very attractive young lady is Miss Ruth Ann McAllister.

With her are her two brothers, Amos and Otis.

And their aunt, Miss Clora McAllister,

leader of the McAllister clan.

TATTOO: What about the other bunch?

ROARKE: Uh, the young man is Mr. R.J. Scoggins...

his, uh, brother, Bobby Joe,

and their uncle, Mr. Norris Scoggins,

leader of their clan.

They're all from Eagle Mountain, Tennessee.

And the two clans have a long history

of feuding and bloodshed.

The two clan leaders,

Miss Clora McAllister and Mr. Norris Scoggins,

have both requested the same fantasy,

that their respective clans be the first to find

a legendary homemade whiskey

called, uh, white lightning,

and acquire exclusive rights to the recipe of this

wondrous nectar.

But, boss, how can you give

the same fantasy to both of them?

As usual, Tattoo, in your most penetrating manner,

you have placed your finger on the heart of a most

dangerous and explosive situation.

My dear guests,

I'm Mr. Roarke, your host. Welcome to Fantasy Island.

VICKY: This is my grandmother, Becky Lee.

She appeared with Claude Duncan

in the silent movie classic Love and Desire.

It was a tragedy she died so young.

Well, I never knew her, of course.

But my parents have told me all about her.

That's why I have to know why she died. Why?

I understand how you feel, Miss Lee.

Obviously, you did not get my telegram

advising you against coming.

Oh, I got it, all right, Mr. Roarke.

But what can possibly be dangerous

about an octogenarian former movie actor?

He's more than just that, Miss Lee.

ROARKE: Tattoo is right.

There is a great deal you don't know about Mr. Duncan.

For instance,

he has lived in total seclusion for the last 50 years.

VICKY: Then, it's about time he had a visitor.

Besides, I already sent him a letter saying I was coming.

I could forbid you to go near his chateau, Miss Lee.

ROARKE: But as you can see, I haven't.

Therefore, I am granting you your fantasy.

Oh. Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

And you won't have to worry about me. I can take care of myself.

I sincerely hope so, Miss Lee.

You may encounter certain...

phenomena here, which will most assuredly

force you to call upon all your reserve of courage.

-Good luck, Miss Lee. -Thank you.

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

[VICKY GASPS]

VICKY: Oh.

Who are you?

Uh, I'm Vicky Lee.

Oh, yes, of course, the letter.

[KARL SIGHS]

Please don't think me rude, Miss Lee,

it's just that you're so like your grandmother.

It's remarkable.

I've been told that before.

I don't mean to stare either, but...

you're the reincarnation of Claude Duncan.

And I've been told that before.

So, we share surprises.

I'm his grandson, Karl.

He showed me your letter accepting his invitation.

Oh, that explains it.

You see, I was told that Mr. Duncan lived here alone.

Oh, perfectly true,

until a few days ago, when he caught a nasty chill.

I flew out from the West Coast to take care of him.

-Oh. -But where are my manners.

Please, let's go in.

ROARKE: First, let me assure all of you

that there is such a brew as...

white lightning.

Uh, perhaps, uh, a sip.

A drop or two to roll upon the tongue.

To savor.

A promise of things to come.

That's good.

That's something.

I have given a great deal of thought

to your individually arrived-at, but identical, fantasies.

And I have decided upon what I sincerely hope

you will both accept

as an equitable and fair solution.

Mr. Roarke, I found I can judge a man,

just like I can a hunting dog,

by the set of his teeth and the look of his eye.

You got a good set of both.

Thank you, Mr. Scoggins.

CLORA: I say the proof of the pudding is in the eating.

What's this here solution of yours, Mr. Roarke?

A contest, if you will, Miss McAllister.

This, uh, map...

shows the exact location of the remote area

where the still, which produces the...

white lightning, is located.

I am now tearing it in two, in such a way that, uh,

you will both be able to find the still,

with some difficulty, naturally,

but not so either of you

will have an advantage over the other.

-Sounds fair to me. -Couldn't be fairer.

ROARKE: Uh, thank you.

Of course, if your two clans were to join forces,

share the map together,

you could both immediately share

in whatever rewards the recipe of the elixir might bring you.

-Well, I think maybe we could-- -It ain't going to work.

[ALL CLAMORING]

Boss, maybe we'd better get ready to go right away.

Perhaps you're right, Tattoo.

You will find that the still is tended by an old gentleman

who will be sole witness to the winner.

His proclamation will be final.

Uh, Tattoo and I will meet you at the waterfall in one hour.

At that time, I will give each clan its share of the map

and see to it that the contest is off to a fair start, huh?

We'll be there.

Come on, boy.

We'll be there, too.

See that you're on time.

[GUNSHOT FIRES]

NORRIS: It's the McAllister boys! Head for cover.

KARL: Amazing.

How like Becky you are.

I hope you haven't been bored while I attended to grandfather.

-Not at all. -I'm afraid he's still not

well enough to see you. You're going to have to

-put up with me as your host. -Oh, I don't think I'll mind.

To be honest, I never knew that your grandfather ever married.

Oh, he didn't.

But he did have a son, my father.

You could say I'm the family secret.

You and your father

are certainly a very well-kept secret.

And I must say, you bring all kinds

of fascinating questions to mind.

[CHUCKLES] I can guess one of them.

"Who was the lady, my grandmother?"

Well, let me assure you, Miss Lee, we're not related.

It wasn't your grandmother.

She was perhaps the greatest beauty of her day.

And I know my grandfather loved her very much.

But after her death, he found what solace he could, elsewhere.

You know, it's uncanny

how like your grandfather you are.

Even the way you move.

I'm sure he'll be flattered

to know you're such a fan of his.

Oh, I've seen all his movies.

I've read all of his letters to my grandmother over and over.

Becky meant everything to him.

There was never anyone else.

-Not really. -I know.

Their love affair is a wonderful part

of Hollywood history.

When will I be able to see him?

Now, he'll let me know when he feels up to it.

In the meantime, we can talk.

You see, Miss Lee,

I am grandfather's only confidant.

I may even know things about him you won't want to hear.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

RUTH ANN: [WHISPERING] R.J. R.J., are you here?

-RUTH ANN: R.J.! -R.J.: [WHISPERS] Ruth Ann!

-R.J.! -Come on.

Oh, R.J., what's going to happen to us?

I don't know.

If we can keep our kinfolk from killing each other off,

I'll think of something.

If they found out about us, they'd shoot us first.

Yeah.

Looky here, I got me an idea.

I'll misread our part of the map on purpose

and get us lost.

-What for? -So you can win.

You get the recipe for the white lightning.

Your family's happy.

My family goes out of the moonshining business.

And you and me live the rest of our lives together.

Oh, if that could only really happen!

It will. I promise you.

You just leave it to me, Ruth Ann.

Look, honey, I could do the same for you.

I could get us lost.

-I could. -Hey.

I thought of it first, okay?

I love you, Ruth Ann.

I love you, too, R.J.

[PIANO MUSIC PLAYING]

[VICKY CHUCKLES]

KARL: It looks pretty corny, I know.

But the way Becky actually delivered that line

on the set was...

unforgettable.

Or so my grandfather said.

She had incredible passion.

Then, the kiss.

VICKY: [CHUCKLES] Today, that would get a G rating,

but in those days...

I think you're just as avid a fan as I am.

I confess.

To tell you the truth,

I've always envied

my grandfather's amorous technique.

[MUSIC STOPS]

Too soon the play has run its course.

Yes.

I'd better unpack, if you'll show me my room.

Are you a little frightened?

-Perhaps. -Of me?

Or your own feelings, Vicky?

The loneliness? I felt it as I kissed you just now.

A girl like you shouldn't be without love.

That's what the movies are all about, you know.

Always have been, right from the start.

Romance,

an escape from loneliness

and the boredom of everyday life.

Believe me, I know, Vicky.

Because I've been lonely...

for a very long time.

KARL: And if this was a movie...

right about now, I'd have a line like...

"The moment you walked in...

I knew it was meant to be."

Please, Karl.

Your room is at the top of the stairs.

First door on the left.

Until later,

Becky.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

ROARKE: I am exceedingly disappointed and angry!

I will not tolerate the use of firearms on Fantasy Island!

And I assure you that I will not accept

an innocent expression on your faces,

either as an excuse,

or as a promise of your good conduct henceforth!

CLORA: Now, looky here, Mr. Roarke,

I want you to know, I don't hold with no ambushing.

It wasn't my idea.

That first shot pretty near took my foot off!

That's right. That Otis was trying to cripple him!

I don't miss that close.

Amos can't hit the side of a barn.

I would've winged him, but he was moving.

-Yeah. -Silence!

ROARKE: Everyone!

Now,

you will start by divergent trails.

ROARKE: Using these pieces of the map,

and a little trial and error,

each group will, in due time, find the mountain and the still.

The first one to do so will be the winner.

ROARKE: No, no, no, no. Please, please. Step back.

Please, will you?

Thank you.

No, I believe, I will put the maps

into the safekeeping of, uh...

Miss Clora McAllister...

and, uh, Mr. Norris Scoggins.

-Is that all there is to it? -That's all there is to it.

And, of course, I expect the contest to be held

in the spirit of fair play and, uh, sportsmanlike conduct.

Good luck.

Hey, little brother,

don't you go cutting my time. I've got plans

on cornering that little fox in the field one day, myself.

Who knows? We're heading down into some strange country now.

I might find time for a little hunting

along the way.

VICKY: Oh! Television.

Mr. Roarke!

Uh, please forgive this somewhat unusual intrusion, Miss Lee.

Unfortunately, it's the only way I can reach you.

I wanted to make certain you're all right.

Perfectly fine. Thank you.

ROARKE: And I'm relieved to hear that.

But we may not have much time.

May I ask,

what is your first impression of Mr. Claude Duncan?

I haven't met him yet.

But I find his grandson charming.

His grandson?

VICKY: Ah, you see, there are things

that even you don't know.

My book is going to be sensational.

And doing the research may just turn out to be

the most exciting part of all.

Miss Lee, I assure you, Mr. Duncan has no grandson.

But I've just been with him.

We had a wonderful unexpected time together.

ROARKE: You must not commit yourself in any way.

Above all, you must not become

emotionally involved with this man.

Your very life depends on it.

In the morning, I will try to establish contact with you again,

and at that time, we will determine the best way...

Mr. Roarke?

VICKY: Mr. Roarke?

Mr. Roarke?

She has come to me...

from nowhere.

KARL: She has come to me, Great Pan.

And now, our covenant shall be renewed,

as you ordained five decades ago.

AMOS: Let's take a look at that map, Aunt Clora.

[CHUCKLES] Yep.

It's ripped right smack-dab down the center.

-Know what I think? -You ain't much noted

for thinking, Amos.

Well, looky who's talking here now, missy!

Never mind about that now. What was you saying, Amos?

I think that Mr. Roarke

ripped this map down the center of this here lagoon, on purpose,

sent us down one side and Scoggins down the other,

just to keep us apart.

So what if he did? We ain't here to fight.

OTIS: So if he did, little sister,

them Scoggins is right over there somewheres right now.

And so is the other half of this here map.

Mr. Roarke says we is to do everything fair and square.

This is fair and square, for us.

CLORA: Now, you boys looky here.

Ruth Ann's right.

Mr. Roarke, if we do anything wrong,

he's going to kick us right off this island.

Ain't gonna be any rough stuff, Aunt Clora.

We're gonna get that map nice and polite, ain't we?

Sure. Can't put no holes through nobody with no guns.

But we don't need that map.

We're gonna beat them, anyway.

How do you know that, little girl?

Uh, I just know we will.

It don't matter what you think you know, okay, Ruth Ann.

AMOS: We're gonna do it our way, ain't we, Otis?

OTIS: Oh, damn right, we're going to do it our way.

Now, you two stay right here. This won't take long.

With the whole map, we'll be lapping up that white lightning

before them Scoggins can say "Otis McAllister."

Is something the matter with you, girl?

Yes! Everything! Our whole way of living!

I hate it!

ROARKE: Duncan.

I have come for Miss Lee.

She came here of her own free will, Roarke.

And now that she is here, she stays.

I offer you redemption

in return for Miss Lee's life.

I need no redemption.

The god Pan will preserve me forever.

If you harm Miss Lee,

you will be giving yourself over to evil

totally and eternally.

I already belong to Pan, body and soul.

I gave him Becky.

Becky Lee was a voluntary victim,

corrupted by your evilness.

Her granddaughter will not submit herself voluntarily,

and she is innocent!

Then, that is her worry, Roarke. And yours!

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

-[RUMBLING] -[DISTANT HOWLING]

[THUNDER CRASHES]

When you confined me within these walls

and limited my powers to this chateau,

you forfeited your own powers over me.

That was our pact, but I have to remind you

that it ends at midnight.

By that time, Vicky will be dead

and I will be beyond your reach forever.

To take Miss Lee...

you must destroy me first.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

Hold it!

I remember that tree, R.J.

Let me see that map, Uncle Norris.

That's right, Bobby Joe.

We must've been following the lagoon curv--

curving around in a circle.

Them McAllisters probably gained a whole hour on us.

Listen, let's cut over this way. Follow this canyon around that--

You're crazier than a billy goat in spring!

Now, that's gonna take us plumb off the map!

That's right. Bobby Joe's right!

A person would think you was trying to get us lost, R.J.

Uncle Norris, why don't you and R.J.

just follow that old lagoon around here?

It's gonna be dark in about an hour, anyway.

BOBBY JOE: I'm just gonna scout out that ridge over there,

-see what can I see. -That sounds reasonable.

You got an opinion, R.J.?

It guess it can't hurt.

-Uncle Norris. -You got a problem?

I've been thinking about that white lightning.

Does getting that recipe really mean that much to you?

More than anything I ever wanted in my whole life, boy.

And we ain't going to get it standing here talking!

NORRIS: Whoa!

Uncle Norris!

[NORRIS YELPS]

What are you-- What are you doing?

Get off me! God.

-AMOS: Yeah! -[OTIS LAUGHING]

[R.J. GRUNTS]

[OTIS WHOOPS]

Well, well, well. Will you looky what we got here, Amos.

A Scoggins, dancing upside-down on the wind!

Ain't that a pretty sight?

Cut me down from here, you ugly polecat!

Well, don't worry, old man. We'll cut you down.

On our way back after we get the white lightning!

Now, don't you go away, you hear.

Come on.

If I ever catch you two, I'm gonna skin you alive!

R.J. boy! Where are you?

Uh, boy, am I proud to see you, Mr. Roarke.

Lucky for us you happened along.

Most fortunate, yes.

Otis and Amos got the map.

I guess they must have found the mountain

and the still by now.

Well, considering what is at stake, Mr. Scoggins,

the possibility doesn't seem to overexcite you in the least.

You know, I've been noticing that too, Mr. Roarke.

Sometimes I worry

that the wear and tear of propagation just

plain thinned out the Scoggins blood too much.

Don't you worry none about my blood!

Well, I do, boy. I do!

What happens now, Mr. Roarke? Are we beat?

Oh, no. Not at all. No.

Uh, even with the map, it will be morning

before your adversaries can reach the mountain. No.

And in consideration of the unfair tactics

employed by them, I will point out a shortcut

which will give you an equal opportunity

to still win the contest.

Balls of fire. Did you hear that, boy?

Point the way, Mr. Roarke. Old Bobby Joe got himself lost,

but soon as we find him, we'll be on our way.

Just point it out.

Just follow that trail, Mr. Scoggins.

I have a feeling

you'll find your nephew ahead of you somewhere.

I wish the both of you good luck in your quest.

Uh, forget the gear, boy! Come on!

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

Karl?

You there?

Karl?

[VICKY GASPS]

Oh!

Oh, Karl!

The painting! It's horrible! It's so evil!

VICKY: The painting!

-It's you! -KARL: Yes.

There you see the Claude Duncan that I could have become.

And here...

here you see the Claude Duncan that is.

CLAUDE: Never changing...

forever young.

I don't believe it!

What?

[CHUCKLES]

You don't believe your own eyes?

It was all so simple.

"Bring me a sacrifice," said the great god Pan.

"Bring me a blood sacrifice, and all the ravages of old age,

and all the corruption of evil

will be etched only upon your portrait!

You will be as you are for 50 years!

Young!

Unmarked! Virile!"

That can't be true.

Oh, but it is, my dear!

It is!

It was Becky's gift of love to me.

That's how your grandmother died, you know, for me.

Willingly! A sacrifice to the great god Pan.

I loved her, you know.

I truly did.

Even now...

I still weep for her.

Oh, no!

But when I first saw you, I knew.

You were Becky reincarnate.

Becky returned to again be sacrificed,

because you knew that tonight at midnight,

the 50 years will end.

But the new covenant will be forged in your blood.

And I will remain

as I am...

forever.

Forever.

VICKY: Help me, Mr. Roarke! Help!

Mr. Roarke, please, help me!

Oh, help me, Grandmother.

Help me!

What do you suppose Otis and Amos is up to?

You worried about them?

Always have...

always will.

I'm more like their Ma than their aunt.

Always worried about what might happen to them

or what they might make happen to somebody else.

Worry about you, too, girl.

What about you, Aunt Clora?

CLORA: What about me?

How come you never fell in love with anybody?

What makes you think I haven't?

RUTH ANN: Who was it?

How come you never got married?

Maybe I'll tell you about it someday.

[WHISTLING]

[WHISTLING CONTINUES]

R.J., are you here?

RUTH ANN: R.J.!

[RUTH ANN GRUNTS]

So,

-it's been R.J., has it? -You let me go, Bobby Joe!

What's good for one Scoggins is good for all Scoggins.

-He'll kill you! -[BOBBY JOE CHUCKLES]

R.J. kill his own brother over a McAllister?

Us Scoggins has got a saying, little honey...

"Share and share alike."

Mm, that's good, good.

That's the stuff to give the troops.

That's it. We found the still!

AMOS: Look!

The Scoggins! They're too late!

We were here first! Let's get them!

-We won! -We won!

Beat it. We won!

-Stop that fighting, now! -[GUN FIRES]

I'll decide who's the winner here.

Have you forgotten what Mr. Roarke told you?

MAN: Huh?

You, you.

MAN: Come here.

Come over here.

Now, you let the young men taste white lightning.

No, no. He don't need no taste.

MAN: Nor you, nor you.

What you call white lightning

is indeed...

a wondrous nectar.

A single taste

transforms the drinker

into a person...

of compassion...

and brotherly love...

permanently.

AMOS: I'm sorry about that, Bobby Joe.

-No hard feelings, huh? -Aw, shucks, it weren't nothing.

ROARKE: And now, Miss McAllister, Mr. Scoggins,

I believe it's time to reveal the true fantasy of your aunt

and your uncle.

You see, they too have been in love

with each other for many years.

ROARKE: But the feud between your families

kept them apart,

stole away their youth

and broke their hearts.

Their true fantasy was to make certain

that the same thing didn't happen to you.

ROARKE: Well, their fantasy is now complete.

But yours...

yours is only beginning.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

Great Pan...

from the mountains and the forests

of your dark domain...

CLAUDE: I beseech your presence, Master...

to receive your sacrifice.

[CLOCK CHIMING]

Duncan.

Roarke.

You are too late.

You can't enter the pentacle.

The pact ended at midnight, Duncan.

We are now frozen in an instant of time

between the death of the old day and the birth of the new.

Look at the clock.

A trick.

Pan will renew my covenant.

No.

No, he cannot.

Not until the new day has begun.

There is always a way, Duncan.

Throughout human history, fire has been the great cleanser...

consuming the waste matters of plague and pestilence...

devouring corruption...

purifying the tainted earth,

and cauterizing the wounds of the world.

CLAUDE: No, Roarke! No!

Let the flames cleanse you, too.

Let them take you to your rest.

No!

No!

[CLAUDE GASPING]

[CLOCK CHIMING]

CLAUDE: Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

Thank you for freeing me at last.

Ah, Becky...

my love,

my love.

Mr. Roarke, did you see? Did you hear?

Yes, Miss Lee.

The real Claude Duncan and your grandmother

together at last, forever.

What the flames destroyed was not a man,

but only an evil dream...

the shadow of reality.

CLAUDE: Forgive me, my love, forgive me.

BECKY: No more pain, Claude. No more loneliness.

Oh, Mr. Roarke, we can't find Aunt Clora

or Uncle Norris anywhere and it's time to leave!

Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you.

Uh, they decided to stay on here for a few more days.

And get reacquainted.

Why, that sly old dog!

Oh, I'm so glad. They deserve so much.

Thank you for everything, Mr. Roarke.

R.J.: That goes double for me. Thank you very much.

Oh, by the way, uh,

may I ask, what are your plans

when you return to Eagle Mountain, Tennessee?

Well, right after we get married, Otis and Amos

and Bobby Joe and I are starting a new business.

RUTH ANN: I didn't know that! Where are the boys, anyway?

Oh, I'm sorry, honey. They caught

an early plane to get things started.

You see, we're combining the Scoggins

and McAllister land and splitting

it between peanuts and sweet potatoes.

Maybe even a little sorghum, too.

Now, it's going to be an equal partnership, of course.

I figure that in five years' time, we'll be in clover.

White lightning strikes again, boss.

Indeed, Tattoo.

Indeed.

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

Mr. Roarke,

you wanted to refuse my fantasy, and you were right.

-But I am glad I came. -I understand.

Destiny often works in strange but wonderful ways.

Now you can go home and write your book

about your grandmother.

Yes, but a very different kind of book

from the one I had planned, Tattoo.

I'm sure it will be a success.

After all, it's basically a love story, isn't it?

Yes, a love story.

-Thank you, Mr. Roarke. -Thank you, Miss Lee.

-Bye-bye. -Goodbye.

Boss, I wonder what it would be like to be young forever.

Well, if you wish, Tattoo,

I will see if I can arrange a sitting for you

with the same artist who painted that picture

of Mr. Duncan, you know.

Oh, no, boss, oh, no. I was just wondering.

-Uh-huh. -What's a gray hair or two?

Why, that's right. Yes.

[♪♪♪♪♪]