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The plane! The plane!

Bye-bye. -CHILDREN: Bye.

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

Mr. Roarke.

I've been invited to a seminar
on the wildlife of the island.

Really? Well, I didn't know
you were interested in wildlife,

-my dear Julie. -Well, I...

Oh, uh,

those are the professors
giving the seminar.

You'd better make
sure what kind of wildlife

they're gonna teach you.

I suppose it would be all right,

provided Tattoo is
willing to cover for you.

Oh, I know he's willing! Thanks!

But, boss...

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

Boss, who is that
beautiful lady?

Miss Lillian Martin
from Clinton, Iowa.

Miss Martin has a hidden
longing to be a writer.

However, she knows
that the best writing

comes from personal experience.

And since she wishes
to do a biography

of a most fabulous lady,

she needs information that
only a proper fantasy can supply.

Who is her biography about?

Another lady named Lillian.

A famous singer and
toast of old New York.

Lillian Russell.

Lillian Russell, precisely.

Well, Miss Martin wants to
go back to that wonderful era

known as the Gay Nineties

and experience, the
passion, the loves...

and the tribulations
of that fantastic lady.

But I'm afraid the experience

may be more
potentially heartbreaking

than Miss Martin
can possibly expect.

Who is that sailor man?

Mr. Calvin Pearson.

Actually, he hasn't
been to sea for some...

considerable time.

What's his fantasy?
To command a ship?

No, no, no, Tattoo.
His fantasy is to go back

to a certain beautiful
island near here,

where he spent one
summer of his boyhood...

fishing with his father

for the legendary serenade fish.

Memories which he
still holds very dear.

But for Mr. Pearson,
it's much more vital

than mere nostalgic
pleasure or momentary peace.

In fact, how he reacts
to what awaits him

may very well
determine whether...

whether he lives or dies.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Mr. Roarke, I can hardly believe

I'll be going back, and
I'll be Miss Lillian Russell.

Miss Martin, you will be
entering a period idealized

and glamorized by history.

But there was another
less pleasant facet.

It was also an era ruled by
men known as the robber barons,

flamboyant, ruthless,
energetic, aggressive.

And the company of ladies
such as Miss Lillian Russell

was their badge of
ultimate achievement.

Yes.

Mr. Roarke, are you trying
to warn me about something?

The contents of this box

belonged to Miss
Lillian Russell.

It was discovered when they
demolished an old New York bank,

where it had remained
unopened for 87 years.

Until yesterday,
as a matter of fact...

when I unlocked it myself.

Oh, it's beautiful!

- Uh, that's magnificent!
- Yes, isn't it?

Unfortunately,
they are all fakes.

-No. -Yes, paste.

Except for...

this one piece.

Mr. Roarke, are
you trying to tell me

that Diamond Lil
wore fake jewels?

There is also the unusual
contents of this envelope.

Five playing cards,
a poker hand.

Poker?

A winning or a losing hand?

That remains to be
seen in your fantasy,

Miss Martin.

However, I will show you...

three of the cards, hmm?

Which may prove critical

in the resolution
of your fantasy

Three aces.

Like Miss Russell's
real jewelry,

the ace of diamonds is missing.

It may or may not be
one of these two cards.

- Oh, come on...
- Now, if you'll please, uh...

- follow me.
- Oh, where are we going?

Into the 19th century,
to Tony Pastro's Theatre,

where Lillian Russell will again
captivate her adoring audience,

and you, Miss Martin,

are now this darling
of the New York stage.

♪ In old New York
In old New York ♪

♪ The peach crop's always fine ♪

♪ They're sweet and
fair And on the square ♪

♪ The maids of
Manhattan For mine ♪

♪ You cannot see In Gay Paree ♪

♪ In London or in Cork ♪

♪ The girls you'll
meet On any street ♪

♪ In old New York ♪

Stay away from her, Whiting.
You stay away from her,

- or I'll kill you if I have to.
- Oh, Diamond Jim Brady.

Well, you just took the
words right out of my mouth.

I love her, Brady.

She's going to be my
wife, and there is nothing

that you can do about it.

♪ In London Or in Cork ♪

♪ The girls you'll
meet On any street ♪

♪ In old New York ♪

Well, it's good to see that
some things don't change

in this world, Mr. Roarke.

I spent the most contented
days of my life here with my father.

Walking these trails,
fishing in that lagoon.

Yes, I remember.

Wasn't there a special fish

your father was
particularly interested in?

Oh, yes, the one
he never caught.

The serenade fish.

How did you know about that?

Well, it's my business
to know everything

about my guests, Mr. Pearson.

No one...

has ever caught a
serenade fish. No one.

Some even say it doesn't exist.

Well, they're wrong, Mr. Roarke!

Once, on a hot still night,
right here in this lagoon,

we both heard
it. Heard its song.

My father was more
at peace after that.

He... he wasn't so bitter
about my mother's death.

Yes.

Yes, I remember that, too.

A most remarkable
transformation.

That song, that sound has
haunted me all these years.

I'm only sorry that my
father didn't live long enough

to come back
here with me. But...

he didn't.

The way things have turned out
for me, maybe that's a blessing.

Are you sure you won't
mind the loneliness here, huh?

Mr. Roarke...

I have looked forward to
having this place all by myself.

Fine. Fine.

Now, if you'll come this
way, I believe you'll find

the accommodations pretty
much as you remember them.

I think this is
gonna work out fine.

Hey! Hey, you!

What are you doing here?

Trading Post?

Right in the middle of
my island! Mr. Roarke!

Mr. Roarke?

Eh, well, congratulations.

Your fantasy seems
to be starting well.

Oh, thank you.
Oh, it's marvelous.

Miss Martin, as
a woman, tell me,

can any woman be in love...
Sincerely in love, I mean...

with two men at the same time?

Depends on the woman, I guess.

Well, the woman is
Miss Lillian Russell,

and the men,

well, you saw them
in the audience...

the famous Diamond Jim Brady

and Mr. Peter Whiting,
a Boston banker.

Once business associates,

they both fell in love
with Miss Russell...

and are determined to have her.

- Couldn't she make a choice?
- Oh, Miss Martin,

uh, forget the historical
image of Lillian Russell

and think of her
as a girl from Iowa,

who'd suddenly become
the toast of the world.

Think of her as still
innocent in many ways.

Loving and not wanting to hurt
either of the men, who love her.

It's a problem you must solve
before they destroy each other.

Well, good day.
What can I do for you?

I need some fishing lures.

The minute I laid eyes on you,
I said, "There's a fisherman."

You want some lures, huh?

Lures... lures,
lures, lures, lures...

Mira, come here
a minute, will ya?

Where are those fancy
fishing lures that just came in?

Oh.

- They're right here, Jake.
- Oh, thanks.

Here you are. You
know, you're lucky.

We've got a special
on all fishing tackle,

and I take all
major credit cards.

Why did you run after me?

I'll take these.

Why don't you ask
him for supper, Jake?

She's got better
manners than I've got.

See, we've been a little short
on company lately, and I...

Maybe some other time.

A man wants to be
alone sometimes.

He didn't have to turn
us down so cold-like.

Oh, yes, he did.

That guy, he don't
trust anybody.

He's been hurt by
somebody he was real fond of.

Did you get a look at his eyes?

Stealing you away
to the countryside

is like hiding a priceless
work of art, Lillian.

Which merely proves my pride
is at the mercy of my emotions.

What a lovely
thing to say, Peter.

I didn't realize the
feared and austere banker

had a poet hidden inside.

Ha! Very deeply
hidden, I'm afraid.

But I only envy Jim Brady
for his flamboyant flair

and his easy use of words.

You don't have to
envy any man, Peter.

Marry me, Lillian.

I can't.

I see. It's Jim Brady.

- You... you've made your choice.
- No.

I love you both.

Uh, that is a problem.

But not unsolvable,

I promise you.

You won't do anything
foolish, will you, Peter?

I'll only do what I
have to do, dear.

Only that.

What about him?

We need gasoline and food.

And get him patched up.

Come on.

It's the serenade fish!

- Did you hear it?
- What?

You mean this...

That was you?

You thought it was the
serenade fish, didn't you?

How did you learn
to make that sound?

I heard it once.

I never forgot.

Why did you pick
now to practice it?

Because it's a beautiful sound.

And you look so...

hungry...

for beauty.

Sorry to break up the party!

Hey, I remember these things.

They're girls.

Yeah.

Hey, we're in luck.

They'll have something
there to cut these bracelets off.

Yeah, not to mention food!

Let's go.

Look, I don't give a damn
who you are or what you do.

I just came here to
fish and be by myself.

Now, why don't you
just leave me out of this?

I said...

let's go.

Jim? Jim?

Jim!

I'm sorry, Lil, but, uh...

this panic in Wall
Street has, uh,

stretched me to
the breaking point.

I know I've told you about
it, but it's even worse.

Whiting is closing in on me.

He's hoping to take everything
I've got away from me.

Jim, were you taking my jewelry?

Oh, I was desperate, Lil.

I was going to borrow
them for a couple of days.

I need to raise capital.

I have to fight my way back!

Well, it wouldn't have
helped you, they're fake.

They're paste,
except for one piece.

The hell they are!

I paid a quarter
of a million dollars

for that stuff in there.
None of them are fake.

But these are.

I've made copies of your jewels.

I was hoping to switch
them back in a few days

and that you would never know.

I guess...

catching me here
the way you did...

that settles it for
me, doesn't it?

I guess you'll
marry Whiting now.

Jim...

if you'd have asked me,

I would have given
you all my jewelry.

Do you think I'd let you
be ruined because of me?

Oh, Lil, you are the
most wonderful woman...

in the whole world!

Oh. let me ask you something.

Now, why didn't
you hock yours first?

I did, two weeks ago.

- Oh, no!
- These are all fake, too, yes.

Oh. You know, 80 years from now,

somebody might just
open this box and find these.

Well, actually I
didn't hock all of them.

I didn't hock these.

These are my...

lucky charms.

I bought 'em the same day I
sold my first steel Pullman car

to the New York Central.

Oh, so that's how
that got in there.

Hmm? -

What are you looking for?

An envelope full
of playing cards,

but I guess it
hasn't happened yet.

I mean, the poker game.

-Poker? -Mm-hmm.

You've never played
poker in your life.

You told me that a
week ago yourself.

Oh, well,

then I guess the game
hasn't happened yet.

I wish I knew what
you were talking about.

You fix a good meal, old man.

Now go get something to
cut these handcuffs off with.

Man, he looks bad.

You think he's gonna live?

Not if you don't
stop the bleeding.

He won't last another hour.

What are you, some
kind of a doctor?

No, I'm just a
weekend fisherman.

But I can recognize a
dying man when I see one.

I've seen enough gunshot wounds.

Great. So you save him, Doc.

Yeah. -

Please.

I'm gonna need some
ice, some disinfectant...

something to probe with.

It won't be the first time
somebody dug a slug

out of Buzz Nolan.

How come you know him?

We were roommates
for a while in San Quentin.

Yeah? When?

Eight years ago.

I guess he got bored
with my company...

and busted out.

Looks like he's
making a habit of that.

So you're just like them.

Boy, I had you pegged wrong.

I thought you were a guy
coming off a bad break,

trying to sort things out.

Shut your mouth!

- And get these off!
- The hell I will!

Don't be a damn fool, old man.

He's got nothing to
lose, but you have...

your life.

All right.

A toast, my dear.

And, uh, what
are we drinking to?

It's to your new and
greatest success.

And, uh, what might that be?

Ah, that is a surprise.

Something that I'm
going to do for you.

Something I want
very much to do for you.

I am going to build you

the finest theatre
on 42nd Street...

and star you in
the greatest show

in the history of Broadway.

- The Lillian Russell Theater.
- Do you like it?

Peter, are you trying to buy me?

Lil, if you were for sale,

I would have bought
you a long time ago.

Maybe that's your charm.

Maybe that's why
I love you so much.

Because...

you know, I'm not sure
that even I can afford you.

As a matter of fact...

I have another present for you.

I bought them all back for you

an hour after Jim
Brady hocked them.

Lil, I'm not going to ask
you how he got them.

I think I can guess.

But there's one thing I
know about Jim Brady.

He would never hurt you.

As a matter of fact,

you don't have to
worry about his finances.

With the money he
got from your jewels,

he's made a deal with a
western mining interest,

and he's very well
back on his feet.

Peter...

do you both really love
me, or is it just that...

you've learned to hate
each other that much?

I can only answer for myself.

It's...

not his fault,

not my fault...

and certainly not your fault.

I don't know
why it's this way...

but it is.

One of us will
have everything...

or nothing.

I owe you.

You don't owe me a thing, Buzz.

One of your friends had a
gun on me the whole time.

Why don't you join
up with us, Pearson?

I got a lot of plans.

I just want to fish.

Sure.

It's all clear, Buzz. No
sign of that police launch

that shot us up yesterday.

Well, they'll be around.

They're gonna fine-tooth
every island in the group.

We, uh, killed a
couple of guards

breaking out. Had no choice.

I didn't know there was
a prison around here.

Well, it isn't ours.

Uncle Sam doesn't own all
these islands. I wish he did.

That hellhole we broke out of

makes "Q" look
like a country club.

Get the boat ready, Palmer.

Oh! No!

Leave me alone!

Later, Palmer! Now,
go get that boat ready!

We're shoving off
at the crack of dawn.

If you want me, Nolan...

I'll be fishing.

Wait a minute,
son. Wait a minute.

What happened in the
past is done and gone.

Now, come on,
you're not like them.

But you will be
if you let them do

what they want with that girl.

We all kill our own
snakes, old man.

I didn't ask to get involved
with you or her or anybody else.

You understand that?

It's your problem.

I don't trust that guy.

I don't trust any guy.

But you stay out
of Pearson's way.

You really think
he's that tough?

Look in his eyes.

The man doesn't care.

He's already dead.

Good evening, Miss Russell.

Oh, Mr. Roarke. What
am I gonna do, uh?

I don't think I can handle this.

They're gonna
destroy each other!

I can understand now
why she can't choose

between the two, and
why she loves both of them.

Because they're
different, but they're...

They're wonderful
in their own way.

Well, then I take it your
fantasy is a success.

You now understand
the passion and, uh,

dilemma of Lillian Russell.

Would you help me? -

Have you forgotten the poker
hand in that box I showed you?

Perhaps it will suggest
some thought to you.

How?

Your audience, your very
special audience is waiting.

- Well, they're very quiet.
- They're very small.

Mr. Brady and Mr. Whiting...

have each bought
out half the house.

It's time for your next
number, Miss Russell.

And now Tony Pastor
proudly presents

Miss Lillian Russell!

♪ You made me love you ♪

♪ I didn't wanna do it ♪

♪ I didn't wanna do it ♪

♪ You made me want you ♪

♪ And all the time you knew it ♪

♪ I guess you always knew it ♪

♪ You made me happy ♪

♪ Sometimes ♪

♪ You made me glad ♪

♪ But there were times, dear ♪

♪ You made me feel so bad ♪

♪ You made me sigh ♪

♪ For I didn't wanna tell you ♪

♪ I didn't wanna tell you ♪

♪ I want some love That's true ♪

♪ Yes, I do, 'deed I do ♪

♪ You know I do, give me ♪

She's singing to me.

♪ What I cry for ♪

♪ You know you got
The brand of kisses ♪

She's telling me
that she loves me.

♪ You know you made me ♪

♪ Love You ♪

Remember the three aces?

Maybe this is the
time to play them.

We're going to
D'Amato's Restaurant...

the three of us.

- The hell we are!
- Oh, no, Lil, I'm sorry.

Yes, we are.

We're gonna have a card game.

Poker!

And just what are we betting?

Everything we've got.

I'm not gonna let you
two kill each other,

so we're gonna get this
over with once and for all,

tonight.

And we'll see who wins me.

And how is the
fishing, Mr. Pearson?

Lousy, Mr. Roarke,
as you damn well know!

Oh, I'm very sorry to hear that.

But the scenery is beautiful.

I didn't come here
for the scenery!

Then you've had no luck
attracting the serenade fish?

All I've attracted so far
are three escaped convicts,

a nosy old man, and...

and a girl.

Maybe you're
using the wrong bait.

My fantasy was to relive
the joy and the peace

that I once knew here.

And I will give you
precisely that, Mr. Pearson.

But first, you must
open your heart.

For just a few moments,
you must forget the woman

who betrayed you...

and all those who imprisoned
you for a crime you did not commit.

- I can't.
- You can. You must try.

Tattoo is right. Try.

Forget the bitterness,
Mr. Pearson.

The song of the serenade
fish is not heard with the ears.

Oh, no, no.

It's heard with the heart.

That's the secret
your father learned.

That's the secret learned
by all the lonely souls

who have sought it out.

Listen, Mr. Pearson.

Listen with all your strength...

and with all your heart.

Listen.

I hear it.

I hear it, Mr. Roarke!

No! PALMER: Come on, come on!

- No!
- Come on!

Stop! No! No!

Stop! No!

No!

Stop it!

Let him up. -

I thought you might
be back for the girl.

- Tell him to back off.
- Tell him yourself.

- You said you owed me one.
- And you said forget it.

Promise me one thing.

-No interference. -Be my guest.

We're even.

Even.

Now use the rifle
or put it down.

You know I'll never make it
out of here alone on this leg.

I know.

Put the rifle down.

Oh!

I heard the serenade's song.

No lyrics.

But I guess I can
write those myself.

If you care for one person...

you care for 'em all.

Good evening, good evening,
Mr. Brady, Mr. Whiting...

and Miss Russell.

What are all these
people doing here, Paul?

Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Whiting,

but word about the
game is all over town.

Well, I don't care if they
stay, if it's all right with you, Lil.

A game like this is the
stuff legends are made of.

This will be a
three-handed game, Paul.

What are we playing?

Stud.

One hand.

Four of clubs.

King of diamonds.

Ace bets, Lil.

That's a quarter of a million.

I'll cover.

I'll pledge my Pullman stock.

And I cover.

Seven of clubs.

Queen of spades.

Three of hearts.

A five-year contract
for my singing services.

I value that at...

a million dollars.

Covered.

Queen of clubs.

King of hearts. Pair of kings.

Ace of hearts.

Still your bet, Lil.

I bet myself.

I won't put a money
value on you, Lil.

I'll call that another million,

- or any price you name.
- A million.

Since I'm part of the bet,
shall I get up on the table?

Are you showing contempt

-for both of us, Lil? -No!

I feel a lot for both of you.

I feel love.

But I feel anger for you both
putting me in this position,

and I feel anger for you both
trying to destroy each other.

But I don't feel any contempt.

Two of clubs.

Possible flush.

King of spades. Three kings.

Ace of clubs.

Three aces. -

You don't have to bet anymore.

But I want to.

I don't know how to
raise any more money,

and I won't ask to
borrow from either of you.

Perhaps I can be of some
assistance, Miss Russell.

Will you excuse me, gentlemen?

If I might see your hold
card, a loan is possible.

And who are you, sir?

Let's say a man who enjoys
a good game for high stakes.

Any objections?

The amount...

is blank, gentlemen.

You're the, uh, banker?

Is this any good?

Oh, I'm sure this letter
of credit will identify me.

The draft on his
Paris bank account

is good for any amount...

we care to cover.

Thank you, sir.

Your bet, Miss Russell.

Everything.

Everything you've
got, both of you.

Lil, what are you trying to do?

Ease my conscience, I guess.

How can I be happy
with either of you...

when I know I'd make
the other so unhappy?

But what if one of
us wins the hand?

Then I guess I lose
in a lot of ways...

for the rest of my life.

And then we all lose.

I fold.

I love you, Lil.

I fold.

You know I love you
more than anything.

And I love you both.

Your fantasy is over.

I'm sorry.

Goodbye, my loves.

Mr. Roarke...

how will it work out
for both of them? For...

- for the real Lillian Russell?
- As history wrote, Miss Martin.

As history wrote it.

Mr. Roarke, I can't believe
what's in this telegram.

Oh, I assure
you, it's quite true.

Your case is to be reopened

by a special
commission of inquiry.

I have a very strong feeling

that, uh, your name
will be cleared.

Then I have more
to thank you for

than I can ever put into words.

Uh, tell me, Mr. Roarke...

is there really such a
thing as the serenade fish?

Ah, boss, I was gonna
ask you the same thing.

I'm surprised at
you, Mr. Pearson.

Very surprised,
indeed. After all...

you did hear it,

- did you not?
- Oh, yes, I heard something.

Something wonderful.

What are you going to do now?

Uh, well, I believe,
Tattoo, that Mr. Pearson

will soon be spending
a great deal of time

at a certain trading post.

Perhaps it will never
become the booming resort

the proprietor talks about,
but at least he and Mr. Pearson

and a certain very charming,
young lady will be together,

living amid beauty and peace...

and love.

Yes, thanks to
you, I'll be back.

I'll be back.

Well, Miss Martin,

did you consider your
fantasy successful?

Oh, yes, Mr. Roarke.

In fact, since I know
the lady really well,

I can now write what
Diamond Lil was really like.

Maybe you are two of the kind.

Oh, thank you, Tattoo.

That reminds me, Mr. Roarke,
I never saw my whole card.

Was it the fourth ace?

This... was your hand.

Remember?

Of course, uh, but is
that the ace of diamonds?

Let me say first that, uh,

Diamond Jim Brady
had a club flush,

and Mr. Whiting
had a full house,

kings over queens.

And you, Miss Martin...

you would have lost.

A four.

Then I was bluffing.

No, Miss Martin.

You were loving.

Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

Bye, Tattoo.

Ah, goodbye.