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- Previously
on "Fantasy Island"...

VieCome on.retion
Let's get ready, Mr. Jones.

I'm Elena Roarke.

Smiles, everyone.

And this is my island.

- Ruby and Mel Akuda,
this is Miss Elena Roarke.

- I swear the sun
feels different here.

- You know, if you're here,

it's because
there's a reason for it.

- Her fantasy is to make
her feel healthy again.

- Your tattoo--
what made you choose it?

I truly believe the island
was speaking to you.

I would like to invite you
to stay on Fantasy Island.

- So what happens now?

- The unexpected.

- Everyone needs
friends, Elena.

- But I have you.
I have Mr. Jones.

I am all good
in the friends department.

- Is there a man in your life?
- I am married to my work.

- I'd just like you to admit
that we had a moment.

- So you wanted me
to want you.

- No, I wanted to spend time
with you,

get to know you, talk--
I swear.

- I think you met someone,
but you're afraid to tell me

because you don't want
to hurt me.

So what's her name?

- I'm Gina Delgado,
the island doctor,

at your service.

- You ever been married?
- I was engaged once.

My fiancé was named James.
I was so in love.

- You chose the island?
- I hurt my own fiancé.

- You didn't kill him.
- But I broke his heart.

Like my great uncle
before me,

I make fantasies come true.

- Whoo-hoo!

- You reveal
your deepest desire,

and the island
makes it come true.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

- Okay, now picture this.

Sleigh bells ringing,
French horn, French--

- Mm-hmm.

- Business dad has his kids
on the laptop

opening presents,
and we end with our tagline.

"If you can't have Christmas
at home, have it at Holmes."

- Why isn't business dad

at home
with his kids on Christmas?

- Families are apart
during the holidays sometimes.

It's just the reality.

- We're not selling reality.
We sell happy Christmas.

Happy Christmas
is sparkly snow,

sparkly hot chocolate,
sparkly families together

at one of our
sparkly hotel locations.

- Okay, okay, okay.
You--you heard the boss.

New creative
and make it sparkly.

- Okay, got it.

- Sorry if I was short.

I just--
I've been really stressed.

This time of year
is really hard for me.

I need a reset.
I need a happy Christmas.

- Then run away with me.

- Richard,
we don't do holidays.

- But we could.
It could be a new thing.

I could see us
being serious, committed,

all that good stuff.

- I'm sorry, Richard,

I really am,

but I already have plans
this holiday.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- All right, Mr. Jones,
let's go greet our guests.

♪ ♪

- Christmas!
- Christmas?

- Yes,
it's just around the corner!

- Ah, yeah, it's practically
upon us again.

- So what do we do around here
when Santa comes to town?

You know,
do we have a party planned?

- No, most of the staff
goes back to their families,

off the island,

and the rest of us
are still working that day.

So, technically, yeah,
Ruby, we don't do much.

- Ugh, what?
Oh, come on!

Really, there's no party?

- Well, it's just not a-a thing
that happens here.

- All right.
Okay.

Yeah, you know, it's just
my first Christmas away,

and Mel and I--

we had so many traditions
with the kids, so...

- And you want to make
some new ones here.

- Yeah.

- All right, you know what?
Have at it.

- Really?
- Just plan away.

- Ooh!
- But no ugly sweaters, please.

- Noted.

♪ ♪

- Allison Holmes also has
the holiday on her mind.

Three years ago, she took over
her family's business,

and now she's the CEO
of the Holmes Hotels chain.

- Oh.
♪ At home at Holmes ♪

Yeah, right?
- Yeah, yep.

She's come to us to celebrate
a perfect Christmas.

Unlike you, I guess she's
never had a happy holiday.

- Oh.
- And Dr. Maya Powell--

she is here to solve a mystery,

although I am not
quite sure what it is yet.

- That's a thing?

- This time of year,
we get a lot of surprises.

I don't care for it.

- Oh, I bet.

- Ms. Holmes, Dr. Powell,
welcome to Fantasy Island.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Aww.

What a nice dog.

Oh.

- Well, I'm your host,
Elena Roarke,

and this is my associate Ruby.
- Hi!

- We are delighted
to have you with us.

- Thank you.

- All right, ladies,
if you'll come with me,

we'll get you situated, okay?

Right this way.

- What?
- Oh, nothing.

- You got another client
pickup later.

Don't forget.
- I won't forget.

No, I'm not a forgetter.

In fact, I haven't forgot
about the question I asked you.

- You ask me so many questions,
you know, every single day,

and they all blend together,
so, yeah, bye.

Bye.

- Growing up,
I knew what was expected of me.

Our family's
big on expectations.

So I always knew I was
gonna take over the company,

and I wanted to.

It was the most important thing

you could possibly do,
I thought.

- You are speaking
her language.

- And do you still
feel that way?

I feel...

Tired.

You know,
I went to school for this,

I fought my brother
and sister for this.

I thought I was the only one
who could protect the brand.

- But now?

- I sell family, joy,
love, sparkle-sparkle,

but in my own life,
I've never had any of that.

I--

My childhood was cold.

Photo ops, not feelings.

I don't remember having
one truly merry Christmas.

Just once,
I want to experience that.

Have you ever seen one

of those festive channel
Christmas movies?

- Those?
Oh, my goodness.

Yeah, they are so silly.

I mean, half the time
there's not even real snow.

I love them.

- Absolutely, yes!

I mean, they are--they are
very not, um--not silly, no.

- This Christmas,
I want to live in one.

That's my fantasy.

I know it's glossy
and sugary and silly even,

but everyone in those movies
loves each other.

They root for each other.
They're happy.

- In your movie,
I think it's best

that we let you be you...
- Oh.

- This beautiful,
successful lady

from the big city
that is stressed

from the demands of her
successful big-city life,

and then for some reason,
you find yourself snowbound

in this small town
over the holiday.

- A really tiny town

that's unnaturally obsessed
with Christmas?

- They truly understand
the magic of the season.

You know, and maybe

there's even
a charming old landmark inn.

- That's run
by a lovable family

with a super-sweet grandpa,
and they do something

special every year
that makes Christmas amazing?

- And then there's the guy.
- The guy?

Oh!
Mr. Right.

- There is always a Mr. Right
hidden in plain view.

- Rugged, good with his hands.

- Strong, quiet, self-assured.

- Plaid flannel?
- Mm.

- Good hair?
- Mm-hmm.

Unlucky in love,

until the arrival
of the main character,

which in this case...
will be you.

- Hey, you are a fan
of these movies.

Huge, huge fan.

I believe I hear
the sleigh bells

jingling over that way.

Yay.

- Okay.

- Now, this door will take you

to your festive channel
Christmas, Allison.

You know what?
Maybe I'll go with you--

make sure that everything turns
out just the way you want it.

- Oh, great.
- Good.

- Okay.
- Okay.

♪ ♪

- Wow.

♪ ♪

- Not bad.

- Look at all the snow globes!

- Welcome
to the Snow Globe Inn.

- Thank you!

- You got in
just before the big snow.

Let's get you checked in.

Ms....?
- Oh, Holmes, Allison Holmes.

- I'm gonna put you down
for three nights.

I'm betting that the roads
out of the valley won't be open

until the day after Christmas.

- And I'm betting
you're right about that.

- We are so glad to have you
with us, Ms. Allison Holmes.

- Well, thank you.

- And here is
your hot chocolate.

- Oh!

- Do you take
tiny marshmallows?

- Yes, I take
tiny marshmallows.

Yeah!

- And here is
my plucky

and precocious
granddaughter Hillary.

- Hi.
- Hey.

- You're so pretty.
- Oh.

- Is this your bag?

- Oh, whoa.
I guess it is.

Oh. Ooh.

- Ooh, heavy.

My uncle Jake
will have to do it.

- Your uncle Jake?
- He has lots of muscles.

He can lift anything.

This place is amazing.
- I'm glad you like it.

Boy, you got the last room
in the house.

- I did?
- Yes.

- How lucky for me.
- Best time of the year.

- Oh, yeah.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Okay, so I figured we could do

a, like,
secret-Santa-type thing.

- Secret Santa.
which one is that?

See, I don't know how someone

who barely acknowledges
Christmas

can be so
into those silly movies.

- Okay, it's--
it's James' fault.

- Oh, so ex-fiancé James

was a cheesy-Christmas-movie
person.

- He had all kinds
of holiday traditions,

and cheesy Christmas movies
were on top of the list.

The cheesier,
the better, actually.

And they became our tradition.

- Aw, so you do get it.

Because, you know, Mel and me--

we held down
the Akuda family Christmas

for 51 years.

You know, the good things
in a family don't just happen.

You know, there's always
someone in there

planning their hearts out

just so everyone
can look back at a thing

and remember it.

- All right, you win.

How do we play
this, uh, secret Santa?

- We take down the names
of everyone

who's here over the holiday.
- Okay.

- Then we put them in the hat.

The name that you pull,
that's who you get a gift for.

- Nope, you can take Javier
off the list.

Uh, he doesn't do Christmas.

- No, no, no, no, see, I've had
some hard cases in my time,

so I'll see
what I can do with Javier.

- Mm, good luck with that one.

And, of course, uh,
Gina should be on the list.

- Well, you know,
I was thinking maybe just,

like, a staff kind of thing.

- Mm-mm,
she should be on the list.

- Yeah.

- And she happens
to be here today

doing some routine check-ups,

so, uh, you should go and catch
her before she leaves.

- Oh.

- I will meet Dr. Powell
on my own.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

Go.

Go, go, go.

- It's been a year
since my husband disappeared--

left, I mean.

We've looked
for him everywhere,

spent considerable resources,
but had very few leads

until now.

He's here on this island.

I know it.

- Can you describe Mr. Powell?
- Oh, Powell is my maiden name.

When we married,
I became Mrs. Jones.

Mrs. Nathan Jones.

- I see.
Yes, of course.

Your husband is, uh...

Mr. Jones.

- Yes, Ms. Roarke,
and I need to talk to him.

Please.

- Nathan and I
were already married

when I was doing a residency
in the cardiac unit.

All of the devices
for this aneurysm procedure

had the same basic flaw.

I didn't have the answer,
but I had Nathan,

and something just clicked
when he went to work on it.

Tony will tell you
the same thing.

Nathan's solution
was a stroke of genius.

He developed
the atrial implant.

- And Tony is...?
- Oh, Nathan's best friend.

They went into business
together to market it.

Tony got us a patent,
set up the testing.

Investors flooded in.

Then there were problems.

- What kind of problems?
- With the design.

The implant helped
so many people,

but certain patients
with severe preconditions...

It led
to several deaths.

Nathan took the deaths
personally.

He blamed himself.
He couldn't bear it.

I wanted to go
through it all with him,

you know, to help him...

but he shut me out

and then one night... was gone.

- Maya, how much do you know
about the island?

- Not much.

But I know how it feels.

This is a strange place,
isn't it?

- Your husband, Nathan...

he came here to escape,

to find peace,

and I can't tell you
where he is.

You know, at the moment,
to be honest, I-I don't know.

But I do know he's happy.

- That's great.

But I'm not.

Tony's not.
He lost a friend.

I lost a husband,

and I need to talk to him.

- If he wants to be found,

you'll find him.

But I should tell you,

um, the island has changed
your husband significantly.

- What does that mean?

- It would be wise for you
to keep an open mind

when you go
and you look for him.

This is a map...

of the place he stayed
when he first got here.

- What is all of this,
Ms. Roarke?

- Call me Elena.

And this is a mystery, Maya,
the one you came here to solve.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- Really?

Roarke is throwing
a Christmas party?

- Well, I mean, at this point,

I would say she's more so
tolerating a Christmas party,

but, you know,
we're getting there.

Uh, this looks good.

Just keep up with the ointment
two times a day.

Thanks.

You really are
a good influence on her.

- Well, I mean,
I wouldn't say all that.

I just, you know,
didn't want us

to be all alone on Christmas.

- Maybe she didn't either.

- Um, so we're doing
a secret Santa, too.

- Yeah, that explains the hat.
- What?

Oh!
Yeah, that does do that.

Um, so are you available?

Um, for the party, I mean.

- Well, as it turns out,

I am not doing much
myself that day.

Oh.

- Thanks, Ruby.
I'd like that.

Okay! Great, then!

- Um, uh, don't I get
to take a name?

- Yeah!
Yeah. Please.

I'm sorry.

All right.

- Cool, this will be fun.
- Yeah, definitely.

And this is Ruby

saying good night
and good luck.

♪ ♪

- "Dear Snow Globe Inn,
thanks for being so special

and making Christmas
so amazing."

Oh.

Oh!
- Ooh, oh!

- I am so sorry.

- That's hot.
- All over your plaid flannel.

Oh, this is just so--

so cute.

This is exactly the way
we should meet.

- Well, that's comforting,
I guess.

I'm Jake.
- Yeah, you are.

I'm really sorry
about the mess.

- No, don't be.

It's the best hot chocolate
in the valley.

Now, let me get your things

and show you
to your room, Miss--

- Her name is Allison.

She's from a big city,

but she isn't stuck up
or anything.

She checked in on her own
by herself--like, single.

- Okay, wow.

Ah, so observant.

- You'll have
to pardon my niece.

- I'm the eyes and ears
of this place.

- Now, why don't you go be that
but somewhere else?

It's perfect...

Just perfect.

- There's something
about the Snow Globe Inn

that's just magic.

Every Christmas Eve,

we have
a special tree trimming,

and the whole town comes by.

There's cider and cookies,
and we sing carols.

It sounds simple, I know,
but take part in it once,

I guarantee you'll
want to come back every year.

- I can see
how that could happen.

Yeah.

- Okay, now, wait a minute.

So, if Maya is Mrs. Jones,

does that mean
your dog is married?

- It's not my dog.
It's not a dog.

It's a client.

- Right, sorry.

- But, yeah, uh,
my dog is married.

- Okay.
- Here you go.

- Now, who is this?

- Someone who's here to play
a part in Allison's fantasy,

although
he doesn't know it yet.

- Okay, so, Allison,
like I said,

I just landed.

Call me
when you get this message

so we can talk it over.

I hope you can see
that I am doing

the sweeping
and romantic thing here.

Okay?
Okay.

Call me back.

Thanks, bro.

- You got it...bro.

- The plot thickens.

- Oh, you are bad.
- Mm.

♪ ♪

- Nathan?

♪ ♪

- Aw, it's you again.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Oh, good boy.

Hey, buddy.

Do you live here, too?

Where's Nathan?

Do you know?

Nathan, stop--stop filming!

- Who's filming?
This is a digital medium.

- You know what I mean.
- Look, I can't stop, okay?

I have to document this.

This is a special moment
of light bouncing off beauty

and reflecting
all over the place.

- Stop.

- God, you're beautiful.
You know that?

♪ ♪

- Listen,
I know Allison is here,

and I'm pretty sure she's gonna
want to know I'm here, too.

Maybe you
can't understand that.

- I understand, Richard.

You came here to impress her,

to show her the depth
of your feelings.

- Okay, well, yeah,
that's, uh--

that's pretty much it.

I mean, this is
a big gesture, right?

I'd want to know if the--
not boyfriend exactly--

but if the guy
I'd been seeing followed me

all the way down
to the tropics.

This is real, you know?

When she left,
I didn't know what to do.

I couldn't do anything.

I just had to come
down here and...

and try.

- I can take you to her.

Richard, have you ever seen
one of those

festive channel
Christmas movies?

- A what?

♪ ♪

- So, ever since then,
I've been here,

helping Dad out,
looking after Hillary.

- Wow.

You're...

perfect.

And you bake?

- Gingerbread's a snap.

And, you know, I find it tastes
best by candlelight,

after everyone else
has gone up to their rooms.

- I don't suppose
you play the guitar?

- I do, actually.
- Of course you do.

We can sing Christmas carols.
Maybe it will even snow.

- 10:00?
- It's a date.

- Uncle Jake!
Luggage!

- Must be a new guest.
- Oh.

- I'll be right back.

- I will be waiting,
smelling gingersnaps.

♪ ♪

- I mean, it's, like,
literally freezing out there.

This is amazing.

Five minutes ago, tropical.

Swear to God--balmy.

- Richard.

- Thank you.

- By then, of course, Atrio
will be a household name,

and we'll be trying
to keep up with the twins.

- Oh, it's twins now?
- Someday.

Seems like
the most efficient option.

- All right.
Twins it is, I guess.

- Aw, you look so sad.
Buddy, it's okay.

This is Nathan's wedding ring.

♪ ♪

Who are you?

♪ ♪

- Why is he here?

You know, I'm just gonna--
just gonna march

right out there
and tell him to go home, yeah.

- Or you could embrace
the plot twist.

Richard seems to be auditioning

for a larger role
in your movie.

These are delicious.
Perfect snap, by the way.

- Yeah.
Jake bakes.

And I don't want Richard
to have a larger role.

When I see Richard,
all I can think about

are ad campaigns
and profit margins--

the last thing
I want to be thinking about

at the Snow Globe Inn.

I just want
to, like, crush on Jake

and think
about snappy gingersnaps.

You know what I mean?
- Allison?

I heard your voice.
- Oh.

- This place is insane.

Have you tried
the hot chocolate?

- Go away, Richard.

And, yes,
we should get the recipe

and serve it in our lobbies.

See, this is what
I'm talking about.

Can you please have him leave?
- I'm not leaving.

- Oh, try a gingersnap.

They are... Mmm.

Perhaps the plot
on your holiday movie

isn't the one
that you expected,

but try to figure out
why Richard is here.

No one ends up
on Fantasy Island by accident.

- Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

So good.

♪ ♪

- You're not staying here,
are you?

- Oh, don't worry about me.
Uh, I'm no one.

Just keep doing your--
the thing that you do.

- Oh!
I'm sorry.

- Oh, my God.

♪ ♪

James.

♪ ♪

- Do I know you?
- Um...

- His name isn't James.
It's Jake.

- Yeah, of course it is.
Uh, your name is Jake.

- But you look familiar.
- No, I don't.

Mm-mm, no.
I'm unfamiliar.

I'm not even here.

♪ ♪

Oh, my God.
- Are you okay?

- What?
No.

- Oh.
- Yes.

Yeah, yeah, I'm good.

Fine.
Thank you.

- Okay, well,
it's secret-Santa time!

- Yay. Yeah, okay.

Segundo.
- Oh!

- Perfecto.
Okay, bye. Thanks.

- Oh, well, uh--

Okay.

- I just don't know
why you came here, Richard.

I told you how I wanted
to spend Christmas.

- Not really.

You didn't explain
this whole situation.

I just can't believe
this is what you're into.

It's so--
- Cozy? Warm?

Full of Christmas cheer?

- Schlocky is
where I was going.

- Well, since you're here,
can I show you to your room?

- And what is this?

Is he, like, your sexy,
dreamy innkeeper or--

- Shut up, Richard!
- I'm Jake.

I think.
One sec.

Jake Anders.
Yep, that's me.

- That's Jake.
- Oh, I get it.

In your little
Christmas fantasy,

he's Mr. Right.

- Then what does that
make you, Richard?

- I think she's saying
that makes you Mr. Wrong.

♪ ♪

I am trying
to understand, mi'ja, but--

- What I'm saying is,
and this is mortifying

and unethical
on so many levels, Segundo,

but I think it's possible
that I-I accidentally let

the burden of my own issues
and feelings

contaminate a client's fantasy.

- Which means what?

- Which means that I think
that I shoved my ex-fiancé

into Allison's snow globe,

and I have no idea
what to do about it.

- Don't do anything.

- What do you mean
don't do anything?

- Your feelings are in the way.

It can make trouble for you,
for everybody.

Let the island handle this.
- Well, I don't--

- Excuse me.
- Oh, my God.

- I don't exactly know
how to ask this,

but is my husband a dog?

- Ooh, um, well,
um, currently, yes.

- Wow.

Just when I thought things
couldn't get more complicated.

Thank you.

And I just wanted
to talk to him.

- Me too.
- To Nathan?

- Oh, no, no, um...
ooh, uh, someone else.

- Is your someone else human?

- He is.

- Then what's stopping you?

♪ ♪

- Mmm.

Yum.

- Family recipe.
So I'm told.

- What's the secret?
- I'm not sure.

The pot just never seems
to be empty.

Is that strange?

- Well, this is
a magical place.

- It is, isn't it?
- Yeah.

- You know, you don't seem
like a big-city girl.

- Oh, but she is,
through and through.

- What are you doing, Richard?

- I am taking the big swing,
making the big play.

The Allison that I know
loves that kind of thing.

I'm her actual boyfriend,
by the way.

- No, you're not.
We're not committed.

- Maybe I should
leave you two alone.

- No, no.
This is our date.

This is--this is
my perfect date.

And you are an interloper.

- An interloper?
- That's right.

And Jake here is gonna kick
your interloping ass.

He makes his own cabinets.

- Back off, plaid shirt.

I came into this weird
Twilight Zone

to win your heart.

And if you think
for a second

that I am going
to give up on us,

then you don't know me at all.

♪ ♪

- I'm so sorry about that.

He's not usually
so frustratingly impossible.

- It's okay.

You know, I feel
kind of off tonight anyway.

- No.
- Maybe we should start over.

Try again.
- Yeah.

Oh, look, the hot chocolate
is still steaming,

and, more importantly,
you're here,

and you and all of this

are what I came here for.

So...

drink up?

Mmm.

- Elena.

Elena, don't do
anything crazy, please.

- I'm not doing anything crazy.

I'm just kidnapping
my ex-fiancé

from a festive channel
Christmas movie--that's all.

- Think about it first.

There could be
a lot of trouble.

Trouble.

Already got it.
Thanks.

- Looking for me?
- Oh, uh, hey.

Allison, I didn't
see you there.

Um, yes, yes.
I'm looking for you.

- How is it going?
- I don't know.

I mean, it's not
what I thought.

I mean, it is, but it's not.

I'm hoping you're here to
give me some amazing guidance.

- Oh, uh, yeah.
Uh, let's see.

Um, I-I think you should, um...

go to bed?

Yeah, yes, yes.

Um, go to your room,
um, and stay there.

Don't come out.

Everything will look
much better in the morning.

Good night, then.

- Oh, okay.

Good night.

- Hi.

Ooh.

- Christmas is not a good day
for me, Ruby.

- Roarke told me that you
lost someone at Christmas.

An Air Force buddy?

Look, I get it.

I really do.

I mean, shoot,
there's a part of me

that wants to just
pull the comforter

over my head for 48 hours

and just pretend that Christmas
doesn't even exist this year.

- That's my plan, plus beer.

Yeah.

But what good would that do?

You know, I got
a lot of Christmases left.

I hope so.

You know,
I should learn to enjoy them.

- Ha.

'Cause we're grateful
to be alive, right?

- Well, yeah.

And, plus, the people
on this island don't suck.

And we love you.

And the Christmas party's
gonna be jumping.

Huh?
Huh?

Ah, all right.

Give me the hat.

No.

Roarke.
I knew this would happen.

- Oh, yeah,
nobody wants to draw the boss.

- The boss is also
the woman that I'm--

- The woman that you're what?

- The woman I asked out
on a date weeks ago.

- Ooh, okay!
Good for you!

Now, what did she say?

- She didn't.
I'm still waiting on an answer.

- Oh.
Yeah, that's awkward.

- Yeah.

- Well, I drew Dr. Gina,

which is unfortunate

because we're
in this weird in-between place,

and it just feels like,
you know, whatever I get her

is gonna send
some sort of message.

- Which is why
we should switch.

- I mean, technically,
it's against the rules.

But, yeah, we should, okay.
- All right.

- Damn it.
- Oh, it's the island.

We're stuck.

- Ho, ho, ho.
- Hmm.

♪ ♪

- I figured I might find you
out here.

You always said the moon
helps you think.

Nathan, I know it's you.

Please...

I need to talk to you.

Can you at least bark
or something?

- Okay, then.

Woman to dog...

What happened with the device
was really awful.

And for some reason,

you thought
you couldn't trust me.

I mean, maybe we'd been
growing apart for years.

God, this is weird.

Ah...

The point is...

I obviously failed you
in some huge way.

And I wish you could have
talked to me instead of--

This.

And most of all,
I'm sorry that...

it didn't work between us
because I loved you so much.

I loved our life.

And I hate that it--
it's ended like this.

And I hope
you found peace here.

I really do.

Merry Christmas.

♪ ♪

- Maya, wait.

♪ ♪

- Nathan.

- Don't go.
Please.

♪ ♪

- You don't like Swiss.

You like cheddar.

The sharper, the better.

- Hi.

I saw you earlier.

Did you want to check in?

- It's me, Elena.

- I'm Jake.

- Actually, your name is James.

- Um, it says Jake
right on my license.

- We were engaged,

planning to get married

at the tiny chapel
in the country...

just us and some goats and--

- That sounds lovely,
but I've never been engaged.

I've been in this town
my whole life.

♪ ♪

Elena.

- Yes.

It's me.

Come on.
Let's get out of here.

I-I'm sure you're wondering
what the--the hell is going on.

- Yeah, kind of.
- Well, I can explain sort of.

You know,
and let's call it explain

in the loosest definition
of the word, you know?

And it started
this morning, okay?

It's--with a guest--

that she wanted to have
a Christmas fantasy, and--

- God, I missed you.

♪ ♪

Jake usually does
this when he wakes up.

I've looked everywhere.
I can't find him.

- Uh, I'm sure he'll show up.

- Yeah, but this is
just not like him.

It feels extra chilly
this morning, doesn't it?

- Yeah.
- Do you smell that?

Something in this inn
is rotting.

- There's no
smoothie maker, FYI.

- Look what you've done.

- What I've done?
- It's ruined.

My fantasy is ruined,
and it's all your fault.

- I don't even know how
to make gingersnap cookies.

- But Jake does.
- I do love Vermont.

- And you love
Christmas movies.

I think that's why I was
so clearly visualizing you

when I met Allison.

- Are you positive
I'm not dreaming?

- Mm-hmm.

- I don't care how weird it is.

I'm just glad to be here
with you.

- Mm.

I just hope...

- What?

- I hope I didn't screw up
the island

by imposing my will
on a fantasy.

- I know your subconscious mind
manifested me or whatever...

But what
about your conscious mind?

You regret it?

- You're here, James.

How can I possibly regret that?

♪ ♪

- Okay, let's see.

Well, I know
that she's a reader.

A book could be good.
Yeah.

Yeah, but then again,
I don't want

to get her something
she's already read.

♪ ♪

What?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- Ay, Elenita.

¿Qué es lo que has hecho?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- ♪ Santa, Santa baby ♪
- Ooh!

- ♪ Please won't you
hurry up tonight? ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Santa, Santa ♪

♪ Santa, please ♪

♪ Hurry up tonight ♪

♪ ♪

- More to the left.
- Your left or my left?

- We have the same left.

- Ooh! It's hot.

It's nice.
What's going on?

- The tree is leaning
and unlit

on Christmas Eve
because all this stuff

is Jake's job,
and Jake's not here.

- Seems like Jake is the one
ruining things.

Not me.
- Not funny.

And I'm gonna talk
to Elena Roarke

about her letting you in here.

- Again, someone to be mad at
who's not me.

- I'm a Holmes.
I can be mad at both of you.

Can't you just leave?
- How?

Apparently we're in
some place called--get this--

Yuletide Valley,

and it doesn't seem
to have an airport, cabs,

or be in any particular state.

- Jake is supposed to be here.

There are supposed
to be small obstacles

and a misunderstanding,
then a party with a crisis

that the whole town
solves together.

And then Jake proposes
in a Christmas sweater

in front of carolers.

- You want another man
to propose to you.

- It's fake, Richard.

- Exactly!
It's fake.

I'm real.
Jake's fake.

- This is my fantasy.

What I've wanted.

A perfect Christmas.

It's what I've never had.

- God, I love walks now.

I mean, like, I love them.
If you want to throw a stick--

- Seems like you got a lot
out of being a dog.

- I did.
I did, actually.

And to have to listen without
talking, it's pretty powerful.

We learned the power of touch

and being accepting
and not overthinking.

God, I was thinking so much.

- It was awful
when you disappeared--

not knowing where you were,
if you were dead or alive.

But I know if you had stayed,

it would have killed you
for sure.

- The guilt.

I shouldn't have run,
but it was too much.

- Oh, my God, I can't believe
I haven't told you!

Tony found the problem with
the device, and it works now.

People are getting help,
just like we knew they would.

- Wait, I mean, do you think
things really might work out?

- I think they might.

- I've missed you!

- Me too.

♪ ♪

- Tony?
Tony's here?

- Um--
- And he calls you "honey"?

♪ ♪

- Hey, did you see the snow
before it melted?

What happened? You know,
does it mean something?

- Everything means something.
I gotta go. I'm running late.

- Oh. Ooh.
- What, a crick in your neck?

- It's not like a pain.
It's a tingling in my tattoo.

- Huh. Okay.

Listen, I need to check in
at the Snow Globe Inn, so.

- Oh!
- I gotta go.

- Oh, just remember,
get something for Segundo.

And while I have you,

do you have any idea
what Gina might like?

- She's a doctor.
I don't know, needles.

Yeah, needles.
Gotta go.

- Needles? What am I
gonna do with needles?

- I didn't mean it to happen.

It was a terrible time.

And the press, lawsuits,
and you missing.

Tony set up a tip line,

and we tracked down sightings
all over the world.

There was a lead in Italy.

- So, there you were, forced
to weekend in Tuscany together.

- Something like that.

Not like that.

Listen, I was a wreck.

And Tony was a rock.

- For all we knew,
you were dead.

And the truth, that
you would rather be a retriever

than be with me, I mean,
see that from my point of view.

- Oh, wow!
You found him!

I was coming to tell you
about a sighting in Florida,

and here he is.

- Tony.
- Nate!

I can't.

Well, this is the best
Christmas present ever.

- I'm sorry I ran off.

- Hey, no apologies.
No apologies.

I hope Maya told you.
Atrio is on track.

We can go back to normal!

Oh, maybe a new normal.

- Yeah, she told me
that you guys got...close.

And I'm trying
to understand, Tony,

but, I mean, I'm back now.

- That doesn't put things back
the way they were.

You walked away.

I guess you haven't asked him
to sign the papers?

- Papers?

What papers?

- If Uncle Jake were here,
he'd straighten that right up.

- And he'd unlock the cellars

so we can get the glass balls
for the tree.

- Well, we can get
into the cellar ourselves.

- But Jake gets
into the cellar.

- That's what Jake does.

- Oh, well, so what happens
to Christmas?

- Alli, I'm starting
to understand what this is.

And you deserve to have it.

Really, okay?
So I am gonna fix it.

We have three things
to do, right?

Straighten the tree, light
the tree, decorate the tree.

So let's do it, okay?

Let's--let's make sure
the lights work, right?

Let's do a quick test run.

- Whoa!

- Oh!
- Right?

- Oh, boy.
The fuse.

- There goes the heat.

- It's a good thing
we did a test run, you know?

Yeah.

- Damn!
- Language.

- I'm failing
to give her what she wants.

This is a disaster!

- Nothing helps
make things clearer

than a little physical labor.

- I haven't thought of it
like that in a long time.

- You want a divorce.

- I'm sorry.

- I was happy as a dog.
I was.

And you convinced me
to give all that up

so you could break my heart.

- Don't run off.
- Why not?

It's what I do.

Merry Christmas.

- Elena.

Do you know what this is?

- A mango.

What do you want for Christmas,
by the way?

And don't say a mango, because
I can see that you have one.

- You frosted my mangos.

This mango is frozen.

You went in there,

and you took your man out
of that fantasy.

Now, other things
are crossing over.

- Exactly why I am headed back
that way right now.

- Not you.

Put the man back in.

No more crossing over.
- Are you sure?

Or is this just, like,
a feeling that you have?

- Stop this, mija.

Before it gets any worse.

- Elena?

- Put the man back.
- Yes.

Mr. Jones.

Don't you look nice
with your clothes.

- Oh, thanks.

- Your fantasy didn't end
the way you hoped, huh?

- No. Actually, it didn't begin
the way I had hoped either.

I just asked for a bit
of a break from my life.

- Well, the island sensed
a deeper need.

- Maybe it was right.

I mean, can you re-dog me?
I have nothing to go back to.

- I'm sorry.
Fantasy's over.

God, I screwed up!

I chose being here

instead of being
with the one that I loved,

and now,
it's too late.

- Look, Mr. Jones--
well, Nathan--

I don't know you very well
as a man,

but I knew you as a dog.

And when you had something
you wanted, you were--

you were a dog with a bone.

So, keep that.

And you may not
get your wife back,

but you'll make a new life,
with more meaning than,

you know, belly rubs
and sausages.

- Maybe you're right.

- Will you excuse me?

I have to check
on another fantasy.

- Okay, but I think
Ruby's looking for you.

- Hi.

- Ruby, I've got to get
to the inn.

- Okay, but someone
asked for you.

- James.

- James, as in James-James?

- I know you said to wait
for you at the hacienda,

but this is
all kind of sinking in,

and I need to know
what's going on.

- Yes, I'm wondering
that myself.

- This is James.

I'm Ruby, by the way.

- Nice to meet you.
- You too.

So, where did you come
from all of a sudden?

- He lives in Seattle--

- I was in this
Christmas-obsessed hotel.

- You were in a fantasy?
Well, why was he in a fantasy?

How did he get out
of a fantasy?

Did you pull him out
of a fantasy?

Is he why it snowed?

- There's been a confusion.
I'm setting it straight.

- No, that's why I'm tingling.

Yeah, because something's
out of--

- I don't know, Ruby.

Can you please give me
and James a moment?

- Sure. Sure.

But we will be
talking about this more.

Nice to meet you, James.

- How are you?
- Confused.

But I'm happy.

I'm ready to learn more
about this island

and what you do here.

Seems a long way
from my lonely bed in Seattle.

- I'm gonna get you back there
as soon as I can.

- No need to rush.

- Oh, James.

You're right.

There's no rush.

♪ ♪

- And it's a tingling?
Not a pain?

- Yeah, yeah.
It's like a zing.

- Mm.

- So, do you have any hobbies?

You know, like, do you play
bridge or collect ceramic pigs?

I love old records.
- Ooh.

- And I have a whole wall
of old vinyl.

You know, just Coltrane, Miles
Davis, Sinatra,

Tony Bennett.
- Oh!

- Just jazz
and the great American songbook

kind of stuff.
You know it?

- Do I know it?

Oh, Mel and I saw the Rat Pack
back in '72 in Vegas.

- Really?
- Yeah!

- You have
to tell me everything.

- Oh, I will.
I definitely will, yeah.

So, are there any records
you wish you had?

- Well, right now, I don't have
a way of playing them.

I broke
my last phonograph needle

and I can't find
any replacements.

- Needles.

Well, how about that?

- Is it numb?
- No.

- I don't know
what to tell you.

It's not a normal tattoo,
you know?

It's more metaphysics
than medical, so.

- Mm, it's like
the island is mad at me

because its wires crossed,
and I'm not helping.

Ruby, I don't think anyone
could ever be mad at you.

♪ ♪

- Hey.
- Hey.

- The tree's still crooked.
The fuse is still blown.

It is getting colder in here
by the minute,

but we can decorate
the Christmas tree.

- I did not know that you knew
how to use tools like that.

- I looked it up.

It feels good to be
doing some hard work.

You know?
- Yeah.

- And I'm starting to get
why this place is so fun.

Watch this.

♪ Fa la la la la ♪

♪ La la la la ♪

- Every time.

Automatically.
Cheerfully.

In harmony.

Oh, and this.

The hot chocolate
stays hot forever.

I mean, it violates
thermodynamics,

and it's awesome.

my sweater

has reindeer details on it
that were not there before.

This place is forcing
the Christmas spirit into me.

I love it.
I love it.

- It's magical, isn't it?
- It is.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

I'm sorry that I screwed it up.

I'm gonna do everything I can
to make it right.

And Jake is gonna walk back

into a functional Christmas
movie any minute now.

- Thank you.

- Oh, one more thing.

♪ Fa la la la la ♪

♪ La la la la ♪

- Well, I'll keep trying
to save Christmas

if it makes you laugh
like that.

Okay.

That was really good.
Can we play chess?

♪ ♪

- Oh, dear God.
No. No.

- Wow.
That--that is a fun sweater.

- I am taking care of it!

- Sorry.

Wow.

- One. Two. Three.

- Hey! We did it!

- Aww. Your tie saved the day.
- It looks good.

- Great idea, Richard.
- Yeah.

I think it's time for some
ginger snaps and hot cocoa.

And a little boop.
I don't--

- Who are you?
- I don't know.

- Hey, look.
The pretty lady's back.

- Please ignore me.

I apologize, Ms. Holmes,

for what has gone wrong
in your fantasy

and for the delay
in getting here.

- Yeah, what happened to Jake?

And why'd you let Richard in?

- Richard was supposed
to be Mr. Wrong.

You know,
the complication

between you and Jake,
Mr. Right,

and, you know, the thing
that you have to overcome.

- Oh, like in "Christmas Comes
to Christmas Valley."

- I love that one.
- Me too!

Wait, but why did Jake leave?
- That part is my fault.

You see, apparently,
a part of my own fantasy

contaminated yours and
it dropped my ex-fiancé, James,

into your story by mistake
as the role of Jake.

I pulled him out on impulse,

but I promise you that
I'm going to make it right

and I'm gonna return him.

If you want me to.

- Oh. Thank you.

Um...

- Maybe you don't want me to.

- Weirdly, even though
things are topsy-turvy,

I'm having fun.

And it might not be the
perfect Christmas I imagined,

but maybe it's
the perfect Christmas for me.

- So Richard
is not spoiling it.

- I thought he would,
but it turns out

there's kind of an advantage
to us working together.

I mean,
he sees me every day,

he knows
what's important to me,

and he just gets me in a way
other people can't.

Do you know what I mean?
- Yeah. I do.

There's value in that.

- I mean, I don't know
what's gonna happen,

but I think--I think
maybe that's the point.

- The island knows
what people need.

- And it gave you
something too, right?

A chance at your own fantasy
with James.

Seems to me like something
you shouldn't pass up.

- Phonograph needles, huh?
I got no idea.

No one within 200 miles
has any in stock.

And thing is, I know that I've
seen some, and recently too.

I just can't remember,
and it's so maddening.

- Yeah, not in my place, sorry.
But I feel you.

It's not easy buying
for someone you care about.

- Uh-oh. You haven't
found anything for her yet?

You know the party's
tomorrow night.

- Think she'd like
a bucket of greasy rags?

Makes a great fire hazard.

Oh, come on.

This keeps happening.

Just like the freaky snow.
- Oh, yeah.

It's that fantasy magic
leaking out.

And it's a pain
in my literal neck.

- Yeah, but why
is it happening?

- Uh, Roarke accidently
brought James here.

- Fiancé.

- Well, ex-fiancé. Yeah.

You okay?

- He was here
even when he wasn't.

He'll be at the damn party.

No. No.
You know what?

Maybe I come up with an
awesome gift to outshine James.

- Yes! Okay, there you go.

If you can't find
any Christmas spirit,

at least find
the spirit of competition.

There it is.

Mmm. Yes.

And she did say that
Christmas is all about family,

so maybe you could
find her something

that reminds her
of her family.

- So you're saying the island
wants me to go back

into the fantasy, and
it's leaking magic till I do?

- Yes,
and I know it's insane

to follow orders
from an island.

- Elena.
- I get it.

- You told me no one comes here
without a reason.

Wouldn't that include me?

Isn't there a chance
I'm here for my fantasy?

Come back to Seattle with me.
- Oh, James.

It already snowed
because I broke a rule.

Can you imagine if I left?

- Maybe nothing!
Maybe it would let you go.

I mean, how does the island

that gives people
what they want all the time

not give you
what you want ever?

When is it your turn to get on
the plane and fly home happy?

- When that time comes,
I'll get a sign.

- Like the man who loves you
showing up?

- You know,
I never really believed

you were gonna leave me.

And then, I never believed
you wouldn't come back,

which is why
there hasn't been anyone

who's mattered since you.

Has there been for you?

- A friend.

Javier.

I can't tell what it is,
or it could be.

Oh, James.

- Well, it serves me right
for asking that question.

I got a better one.
- What?

- I wasn't done with us.

Were you?

- Jeez, a lot of junk
in this thing, huh?

I'll just move this.

Okay, so we're looking
for a fuse like this,

but not fried.

I mean, assuming
the ampere rating's the same.

- You know a suspicious amount
about this kind of thing

for a sheltered Ivy League boy.

- Oh, look!

Replacement fuses.

- Christmas magic.

- Okay.

- Looking for me?

- Hi. Hi. Yes.

Um, can we talk?
- Sure.

- I don't know what to do.

- He was your first love,
wasn't he?

- I wanted to be
with him forever.

We met in grad school.

Neurobiology for me and
environmental law for James.

He wanted to change the world,
and he has.

He does.

- So do you.

- And I can't leave, obviously.

You know,
but if I did,

it wouldn't be
the end of the world, right?

- We'd miss you terribly,
of course.

And Javier,
he would be--

well, it'd be hard on him.

- He asked me out.
On a date.

- I know.

- And then, the island dropped
James back into my life.

Is it trying
to tell me something?

I'm confused.
Is it that he's the right man?

- Hey.
- That this is our time?

- All right, all right.
Look, you know what I think?

I think you need to stop
wondering what the island wants

and what the island thinks.

- What about you?
'Cause you just got here.

Ruby, I don't want
to abandon you.

- Nah, uh-uh.

And don't be thinking
about me either, okay?

Elena, for once, okay,

treat yourself
how you treat the guests.

I'm serious.

What do you need to be happy?

Hmm?

- Thank you.
- Of course.

- If I decide
to pack my things,

you're gonna be the first one
to know, I promise.

- Okay.

Oh, "pack my things."

Oh, that's it.

♪ ♪

Oh.

Thank you, Mel.

- Nathan?

I'm heading home.

I just wanted to say goodbye,
and I'm sorry.

If you're still a person,
I'll write to you.

♪ ♪

- Come inside.

It was Tony all along.

- Richard, the executive
who saved Christmas.

Of course, in the movie,
there would be one last crisis

requiring the whole town
to act together,

animated with Christmas spirit.

- Oh, no!
Christmas is ruined!

- As you can see,
there is a small crisis.

We can solve it
by all acting together,

animated
with the Christmas spirit.

- What should we do?

- Everyone, go back home

and get your own strands
of Christmas lights,

and we'll plug it into
the power at the old town hall.

Yeah!

- That was amazing...ly dumb.

Will it work?
- I'm pretty sure it will.

I can see how they'd do it
in the Festive Channel.

It would be these close-ups
of different hands

stringing lights together
until we plug the last one in.

And the tree
bursts back to life.

- That was weird.

And very beautiful.

- This has been
the best Christmas ever.

And the strangest.

I'm glad you were here
to take it off track

and then put it back on again.

It was most spontaneous.

I don't think you're Mr. Wrong
after all.

♪ ♪

- What happens next?

- Oh, I guess a proposal.

♪ We wish you
a merry Christmas ♪

- Unless you don't want that.

♪ We wish you
a merry Christmas ♪

- I need to tell you
something first.

♪ And a happy new year ♪

I've been lying to you.

♪ ♪

- Oh!

- This is sweet.

You must be the pilot.

- That's right.
You must be the ex-fiancé.

- James.
- Javier.

- Elena mentioned you.
- Did she?

- Sounds like
you two get along.

- We do.

- I've known her 15 years.
- I see her every day.

Actually working on a gift
for her right now.

- I see.

Looks like bamboo.
- Mm, rattan.

They're actually
pretty different.

So, you headed out soon?
- Trying to.

It's complicated.

I might not be
the only one flying out.

You have room for two?

- Yeah. Sure.
The more, the merrier.

You know, I'm the last person
from the island people see

when they head home.

Every one of them leaves
a changed person.

Elena does that for people.

Every day.

She loves it here.

Hard to imagine
her letting it go.

For anyone.

- I see.
- No, you don't.

I can tell you don't.

Stick around a while.
You'll see.

- It's good to meet you.

- See?
Here and here.

This isn't my design.

This is cheaper,
but it doesn't work.

- He cut corners
in manufacturing,

and then, he let your design
take the blame.

That bastard.

- And then, when I ran away,
he moved in on you.

He thinks he can take
everything that matters away

from me?

No.

I won't let that happen.

- I'm sorry.
- Wait, what do you--

what do you mean lying?

- You were right.

When you were joking
about my background.

- What?

- I wasn't born
with a silver spoon.

My dad was a day laborer.

We had nothing.

So I set out to hide
where I came from.

I knocked off every corner,
every rough edge,

and that ruggedness
that you liked in Jake,

yeah,
that's what I got rid of.

- You lied?
- No. No. No.

I let people assume.

- Well, that's just--

that's surprising.

- I'm sorry, Allie.

I just want you to know
who I really am, you know?

- Richard, I didn't want
to be with you

because I saw what
our whole life would be.

Being able to see what's coming
has always been my talent.

- Yeah.

- But now, I have no idea
what lies ahead.

And to be honest,

I think
that's exactly what I need.

Oh.

- So, what are you saying?

- I now know
you're my Mr. Right.

Will you marry me?

- Yes. Yes.

- Okay.
- What are we--

what are we doing?
- This is crazy.

- Yeah.
- This is crazy.

- Okay, wait, wait, wait.

This isn't a fake proposal,
right?

This is--this is a real one.
- Oh, it's real, all right.

Merry Christmas, everyone.

- Fa la la la la.

♪ La la la la ♪

♪ ♪

- Oh, my.
I didn't hear you come in.

- You looked deep I thought.

I didn't want to disturb
any decision-making.

Were you decision-making?

- You know,
I think I was.

It's not a good time, Ruby.
- I know.

But look,
it's my tattoo.

I figured out
why it's tingling,

and it's not because of James
or because it snowed.

It's a warning.

There's someone here
who shouldn't be.

- The first call
is to local cops.

We explain the whole thing
and tell them how Tony fits in.

- Please don't.

Guys, I really need you
to drop this.

- Tony.
- People died, Tony.

- Accidentally.

I was just trying
to meet our price point.

I'm not a bad guy!

- Did you come here just to
keep us from figuring it out?

- I knew what was in
the production reports, Nate.

I knew
if you ever stopped running

and actually read them,
you'd see that--

- No. Come on,
this can't be real.

All the work we did
to find Nathan?

I mean, the way
it brought us together?

- I really need
those papers.

And I really need
for both of you to stay quiet.

I can still make Atrio
a global company.

- No one is staying quiet.

- I'm sorry,
but yes, you are.

- Are--are you serious?
- Maya, give me the papers.

- No. No.
He won't do it.

You said that you loved me.

- I needed to find him.

And now, I really think
I need to do this.

No!

What the?

- This is Fantasy Island.

My island.

And you're not welcome here.

♪ ♪

- I didn't get it
till I saw it.

Now I get it.

- James,
when I first left you,

I--I knew I had to be here,

but I didn't feel it

and I was always wondering
about the other path.

But now, I--

- This is your path.

- Yes.

- You know, in a weird way,
I think I did get my fantasy.

Not the one about
taking you home,

but the one about
knowing where we stand.

I never really believed
we were done before.

I was always waiting for you.

Maybe now,
I won't be.

Javier told me
that when people leave,

they go home to better lives.

I hope that's true.

- It will be.

I didn't realize that
you talked to Javier so much.

- He's a good guy.

- He is.

- Not sure I'm looking forward
to the flight, him and me.

- The vibe between us
was a little...awkward.

Well, I know another way
to get you home.

And it's quicker too.

♪ ♪

- This place is something.

- Isn't it?
It never gets old.

Be happy, James.

- ♪ Jingle bells,
jingle bells ♪

♪ Jingle all the way ♪

- Did your tattoo
stop tingling?

- Oh, yes.
Definitely.

As soon as you got Tony
off the island.

Oh, my God.
Okay. There she is.

- She looks beautiful!
- Okay.

All right.
- Have fun.

- Merry Christmas.
- Thank you.

- Yeah, she's--she's busy.
- It's okay. I know.

Oh.

- You must have, like,
a rear-view mirror

in your plane.

- Well, we don't
back up a lot flying,

but I'll make it work.

- Okay.

- I love them.
- Great.

- Thank you.
Want to get something to eat?

- Yeah, let's go.
- Come on.

- Hey!

Merry Christmas, Segundo!
- Merry Christmas.

- I, you know,
got something for you.

- Oh!
- Here you go.

It's difficult
to wrap a round thing.

You know, I tried.
- It's heavy.

- Yes, it's heavy.

A mango tree in the snow!

Let's hope
this is the last time

I have to see such a sight.

- Let's hope.
- Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.

- Is that from the inn?

It's possible I stole it.

Ruby, did you hear
how Christmas was saved

in Yuletide Valley?
- Oh, I did!

And I wish
I would have seen it!

You know,
all those beautiful lights?

- Living in a movie
has advantages,

but I am glad
we're back in real life.

- Yeah.

- Well, I am wishing you
the best on your engagement.

- Thank you.

We're getting out
of the executive rat race.

- Gonna find a little bed
and breakfast to run together.

- We know there will be
a lot of surprises,

but we think that's
gonna be the best part.

- Oh, I'm sorry. Bye.

- That sounds perfect.

- And you, Elena?

Did Jake--I mean, James--
did everything work out?

- You know, things are working
out exactly as they should.

The island tends
to make sure they do.

- Hi.
- Oh, hi!

- Hi.
- How are you?

- I'm good. Um...

You're my Secret Santa?
- Yeah.

- Needles for my record player?
- Mm-hmm.

- How did you find them?
- In a haystack.

I hope you don't mind,
but I asked Ash

to grab your player
from your place, you know,

in case you want to add
a little music to the party.

- That is an excellent idea.

- I wanted to let you know

that Tony is already
with the proper authorities.

And we want you
to stay a little longer

so you can reconnect.

- We'd love that, and we've got
some divorce papers to tear up.

- And thank you, Elena.

You gave me the best Christmas
present I could ask for.

You got my husband back.

- And thank you, from me,
to everyone, really.

I won't ever forget
my dog days.

This may sound weird,
but I really love you all.

- We love you too, man.
You were a good dog.

- We're gonna miss you so much,

but we are so happy that
you found your forever home.

Merry Christmas, Mr. Jones.

- I heard James left.
You okay?

- Yeah.
I'll be all right.

- Take your time.

- Thank you.

I--I think maybe
I'm supposed to get a present?

- So, since your family
isn't here,

I found something to make them
feel closer, I hope.

I think this old chair
was your great uncle's.

It was rotted out,
but I redid the rattan

and finished it.
- Oh, my God.

This is perfect.

Thank you.
Thank you.

- Wait, wait, wait.

Wait, I have
a very special gift for Ruby.

- Oh? Aww, Segundo.
Let's see.

- An old photo of the island.
- Aww.

- Oh, my God.

- It's the same chair.

- Well, come on, woman!
You gotta try it out?

Let's go!

Oh, and look at this
right here.

- Let me see.
- Aw!

- Like this?
- Yeah!

Wow.
- Feels good.

So good.
Thank you.

- You're welcome.

♪ ♪

- You know, I haven't forgotten
what you asked.

So if you want to ask me again
in the new year,

you--you can do that,
if you want to.

- You got it.

- Merry Christmas!
- Wow.

- ♪ A December,
a December to remember ♪

♪ ♪

- You know,
I can't thank you enough.

I've missed this so much.

- Oh, you are so welcome.

You know, I was actually
talking to Elena about this,

how you can go along
in a groove,

and then, you get dropped
into a new one.

You keep playing
the old songs until...

that happens.

And sure,
it takes a while,

but then the new song starts

and it is just wonderful.

- That's beautiful.

And, of course,
I love the old songs too.

- ♪ Oh, a room of happy
children and shouts of glee ♪

♪ But since
they're all dreaming ♪

♪ Of what Santa will bring ♪

♪ It's Christmas
for you and me ♪

♪ ♪

♪ The fire is stoked
and the stockings are hung ♪

♪ It's Christmas
and the night is young ♪

♪ Santa brought me
a bottle of wine ♪

♪ Soon we'll be feeling fine ♪

♪ Because tomorrow morning
there will be ♪

♪ Oh, a room of happy children
and shouts of glee ♪

♪ But since
they're all dreaming ♪

♪ Of what Santa will bring ♪

♪ It's Christmas
for you and me ♪

♪ ♪

- You know,
I think you were right.

You know, we don't really need
to do much around here

on Christmas

'cause on Fantasy Island,
it's Christmas all the time.

- Remember when I said that
Christmas was for families?

- Mm-hmm.

- I was right
about that too.

- Aww.

Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas, Ruby.

- ♪ Christmas ♪

♪ For you ♪

♪ And ♪

♪ Me ♪

That's right.

♪ ♪