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The plane! The plane!

After all this bother,
the princess...

Bye-bye. -CHILDREN: Bye.

Good morning, Mr. Roarke.

Good morning, Julie.

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

What are you gonna do with
that work crew? Build a bridge?

You are correct about one
thing, Julie. They are a team.

Construction workers on
North Sea water oil rigs.

And now, after almost a year during
which their lives were in frequent danger,

they have pooled their savings and
bought a touching fantasy for their leader,

Mr. Corky Daniels. He
single-handedly rescued them

from almost certain
death in the sea.

What's his fantasy? To spend
a quiet week in a rocking chair?

No. Mr. Daniels' fantasy is to
have a date with Miss Judy Murrow,

Playpen Magazine's
centerfold of the year.

Her?

Lucky for him she's playing
here on Fantasy Island.

Oh, indeed it is.

Miss Nancy Carsons, also known as
Silver Leaf, a most unusual young woman.

With a most unusual
name. Silver Leaf?

Yes. She's an orphan who was
adopted by American Indians.

She was raised on a reservation
by a famous chief, Daniel Tenquot,

of the Saroma Tribe.

She must be a
very interesting lady.

Oh, indeed she is. Miss Carsons
is a fully qualified airplane pilot.

Second officer with
an international airline.

What's her fantasy?

To fulfill an ancient
tribal prophecy.

The task Miss Carsons
has set for herself

is something that no woman
has ever achieved before.

And it could cost her her life.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

♪ Feelin' better,
now that we're through

♪ Feelin' better,
'cause I'm over you

Judy Murrow is really something.
Even with her clothes on.

♪ Now I see how you really are

♪ You're no good You're no good

♪ You're no good
Baby, you're no good

You realize, of course, that I was able to
arrange this date only because Miss Murrow

happens to be appearing on a
television special being taped here.

Yeah. I also know what it says
here in this Playpen Magazine article,

that she only goes for kings and
presidents, tycoons, guys with clout.

That's all right, though,
'cause five minutes with her

would be a dream come
true for a nobody like me.

It's all been arranged.
This way, please.

Um, meet Judy
Murrow this minute?

No time like the present.

Yeah, yeah, right. But if I could have
some time to kind of get it all together.

Oh, I see. Being out of touch with the
female sex for so long, you feel somewhat

unsure of yourself. Well,
suppose I tell Miss Murrow,

that you will contact her later this
afternoon, when you've got it all together?

Great. Terrific.
Thanks a million.

♪ You're no good You're no good

♪ You're no good
Baby, you're no good ♪

Well, wise guy, is
the bet on or off?

This is gonna be nothing
but a piece of cake.

A thousand bucks says I score
with her before the weekend is over.

You're on.

Come on.

You know, I wonder if what that
magazine said about Judy Murrow is true.

Don't believe everything you
read in Playpen Magazine, Julie.

I am aware that this
fantasy is not your idea,

that you are here only to please
your adopted father, Chief Daniel.

I'm glad you understand my situation,
Mr. Roarke. I love Chief Daniel very much,

but he belongs to another
time and another culture,

and I just don't
share his beliefs.

Chief Daniel has been
a great and wise leader.

What will happen with the
Saroma Nation after he's gone?

The people will
quarrel, or worse.

There are always hotheads.

But why should you be concerned?

You've had nothing to do with the
tribe since you left to go to college.

But it's my adopted
father's lasting wish

for me to fulfill an
ancient tribal prophecy.

What is the prophecy?

When a daughter of
the tribe shall capture

and tame a thunderbird, the
Saroma people will live in peace

and prosperity for
a thousand years.

But the thunderbird
is a mythical creature.

You are wrong, Julie.

The thunderbird exists,

flashing like lightning
across the sky,

shaking the Earth
with his roar and fire,

exactly as the ancient
Indian legends describe it.

See for yourselves.

Air Force planes?

The demonstration
squadron, of course!

Known as the...

Thunderbirds.

Arriving precisely on time for a
goodwill visit to Fantasy Island.

Oh, Mr. Roarke. Mr. Roarke, do
you think... I mean, is there any chance

they'll let me fly with them?

Oh, it's all been arranged.

They'll be delighted
to take you up.

Oh...

As an observer.

An observer?

Oh, but Roarke, that
wouldn't fulfill the prophecy.

I mean, I have to actually fly the
machine. I mean, to be in command.

Miss Carsons, you hold a
commercial pilot's license.

But if someone checks
me out, I know I can do it.

Very well, Miss Carsons.
But remember this.

In the ancient law of your
people, the thunderbird was sacred.

Oh, I know all that, Mr. Roarke.

Then I suggest you show due
respect. And if you remember the prayers

that your adopted
father taught you,

now is the time to say them.

All right, all right.
Over here. That's it.

Okay. All right! Come
on. Turn this way.

All right here, sweetie, hold
it. What did I tell you, fellas?

Like a delicate Beaujolais,
young and fruity.

Isn't she beautiful?

Now, look, do you guys have to
hang around, wasting so much time?

Your hero and leader has some
serious work to do. Excuse me.

I can't do that.

Yes, you can.

Island security. Everybody
stay cool, and you come with me.

Hold it, friend. Who are you?

No, that's my line.

I'm Al Henshaw, publisher
of Playpen Magazine.

And don't you forget it, pal.

What's going... Will you
please tell me what's going on?

You see those guys
over there? Don't look.

Those hoods over
there in the corner.

What do they want with me?

Well, they don't want
you. They're after me.

What are you, spaced
out on something?

Well, I guess I should level
with you. I'm Corky Daniels.

Oh, you're the man
Mr. Roarke told me about.

Right, right. But I didn't tell Roarke
that I was in trouble with the syndicate.

- What kind of trouble?
- Oh, you know,

the usual, money, gambling...

The debt got bigger, and I
got more and more desperate.

Learned my lesson too late.

And now it's double or nothing
that I can't get you to fall for me.

-Mr. Daniels... -Yes.

Baloney.

Yeah, yeah.

No, I don't blame you.

It's my life. I
really screwed up.

Hey, wait a minute. How can I
get you off the hook for keeps?

I swear, you help me out
of this, Miss Murrow, and...

I'll never make a
bet again in my life.

Scout's honor.

It's Judy.

Pick me up at two, bungalow six.

What was that all about?

I don't know. But I think I
just met a really nice guy.

Okay, who wants
to double the bet?

Just tell us when and where
the big event takes place.

Relax. I'm setting it up.

This is gonna be the
easiest score I've ever had.

You know something? If it wasn't for
that skin shot of her in Playpen Magazine,

- she could pass for a nice girl.
- Sure.

Only nice girls don't only go out with
high rollers, or pose for centerfolds.

- Four is in.
- Doing okay, Nancy?

Like a kid on a roller coaster.

Fantastic.

You must be very proud
of your pilots, Colonel.

I am, Mr. Roarke. They're
the best in the world.

Oh, I don't doubt it.

Okay, in for the Bon-ton Roulet.

Roger, Bon-ton Roulet.

Sounds like a French dessert.

Yeah, but your
stomach may not like it.

And roll.

Noses coming up.

Right on into four.

Into the float.
And over the top.

I am certain Miss Carsons has
thoroughly enjoyed the ride, Colonel.

One is okay.

Two is okay.

She's a gutsy young lady, Mr. Roarke.
Got the right stuff, I'll say that for her.

In the heart.

- Know what she asked me?
- No, sir.

Could we check her out, let her
fly one of those ships by herself.

Out of the question, of course.

Afraid so. She's a civilian.

Wow!

But I sent a special request
to Hyatt Headquarters.

It's a long shot, but I
promised her I'd try.

So did I, Colonel.

-Hmm? -Uh, so did I.

Okay.

First you say you only need a date
with me. Now we have to be in love?

How are we going to
convince those two hoods?

Do you really want to help me?

I have to.

I mean, what kind of
girl do you think I am?

A beautiful person.
Inside and out.

You gotta give the guy credit.
He is one sharp con man in action.

Yeah, well, while you're falling
down in admiration, try to remember

that we've bet our hard-earned
money against his that he doesn't score.

What about all those big
shots you hang around with?

How will they react to you tying
up with me... Small-time gambler?

The girl they wrote about in
Playpen Magazine is not me.

I never dated a senator.
I never met a king.

It's true.

A student saw a photo of me
and sent it in to the publisher.

I make extra money
posing for art classes.

Playpen Magazine pays
big bucks for their centerfolds.

Is that so terrible?

No.

You didn't have to do that.

I wanted to.

Hey, don't get yourself
involved with a gambler.

They're not worth it.

You wanna make a bet?

Okay, so what do we
do to cover our bet?

I don't know.

But maybe the
centerfold chick does.

♪ Down and down I go
Round and round I go in a spin

♪ Lovin' the spin I'm in

♪ Under that old black
magic called love ♪

Thanks, Wally. See you later.

George, can I
check wardrobe now?

-Sure babe. -Thank you.

Hi, Miss Murrow. You know,
you're really something else.

You sure are.

Look, leave him alone
or I'll call the police.

Leave who alone?

Stay away from Corky Daniels!

Hey, lady, what's going on here?

Corky Daniels is our crew chief.

Orliss Oil and Drilling Company.

Corky's a high-powered
ladies’ man.

He deserves to win a bet if he
can make it with a doll like you.

What?

Hey, it's okay. We
knew it was a long shot.

Corky bet you that he...

That he could...

So, tell me about yourself.
Where are you from?

Well, originally from the
Black Hills of South Dakota.

And now, well, home is
a series of hotel rooms

from London,
Frankfurt, Hong Kong,

and about once every three
weeks I get back to home base,

which is a little apartment
in San Francisco.

I guess I'm just
a jet-aged gypsy.

I know the feeling, believe me.

Two years touring with the team.

I guess you don't get to
see your family that often.

Not during the show season,
and it lasts nine months.

It's just as well I'm
not married, huh?

Me neither.

Never in one place long enough
to form a lasting relationship.

Seems like we're birds
of a feather, Nancy.

- Oh. Colonel...
- As you were, Major.

Miss Carsons, I just
heard from Washington.

And they turned me
down, right, Colonel?

I'm afraid so.

Well, you tried.

We both tried, and I'm
very grateful, Colonel.

Come on, Woody, let's dance.

She seems almost relieved,
wouldn't you say, Colonel?

I don't understand. I
thought, crazy as it sounded,

I was sure she really
wanted to fly a Thunderbird.

Oh, you're right, Colonel.

She would have
loved that part of it.

But then, you see,

there would have been the
matter of the old tribal prophecy.

Does she believe
in that sort of thing?

Part of her does,
secretly, the Indian part.

But the modern part,
the college graduate,

the lady technologist
and jumbo jet pilot,

rejects the beliefs of Chief Daniel
and his people as ignorant superstition.

I see. And you think that she's
glad she doesn't have to decide

which party's right?

Yes. She believes she
can walk away from it now,

having made her gesture.

But I'm afraid she's
about to be disillusioned

in a way that will
shock her so profoundly,

it may even threaten her sanity.

Come in.

Judy?

I think the last time I bought
a girl flowers, I was 12.

Were you ever 12?

I was 12. And I was
poor, and I grew up.

Were you a lady-killer
when you were 12?

I did okay.

-Still do? -I get my share.

Is that why you're
still a bachelor?

Hey, we got a seven
o'clock dinner reservation.

Oh, what's the matter? Don't
you like my work clothes?

Judy, what's going on?

Come on, tiger, enough
about your past and mine.

We both know why
you're here. Forget dinner.

Why are you doing this?

Because I know
it's all you want.

I'm sorry to disturb you,
but this telegram just arrived.

Oh, thank you.

Sad news, Julie.

Miss Carsons' adopted
father, Chief Daniel Tenquot,

died last night at the
Saroma Reservation.

He must have had a good life, and Miss
Carsons said he was over 100 years old.

True.

But no one is ever prepared
to lose a loved one, Julie,

no matter how logical
it may seem to others.

I guess we'd better go tell her.

No, uh...

In the morning will
be time enough.

Earlier this evening, Miss
Carsons suffered a disappointment.

Now, she appears
not to care, but...

her father's death could
seriously change that.

It was a lovely
evening. Thank you.

Yes, it was. Thank you.

Time to say goodnight.

I'm afraid more than
that. Time to say goodbye.

I'm leaving tomorrow morning.

You get to keep the helmet
and the coveralls as a souvenir,

courtesy of Colonel Kenross.

-Thank him for me. -Sure.

Can't you stay another day?

I don't think it'd be a
good idea. Do you?

Maybe not.

We ride different
winds, you and I.

It was fun.

It was more than that.

Good evening,
Little Silver Leaf.

Papa! Papa, you startled me.

Bad habit of mine.

All my life I've been
startling people.

I really must make an
effort now to stop that.

What in the world
are you doing here?

I was worried
about you, daughter.

I wasn't able to
fulfill the prophecy.

I'm sorry, Papa. I really tried.

The Air Force just
wouldn't give me permission.

The blame is mine.

It was stupid of me to put
so much faith in an old legend,

and to put such a heavy
responsibility on the shoulders of one

so young and so cynical.

You sent me to college.
You made me what I am.

And I'm sorry.

I'm truly sorry, but I just
can't believe in all that magic.

Ah, that's a pity. A world without
magic is a sorrowful place to dwell.

But, you have done the best
you could, Little Silver Leaf.

And I came here to thank you,

and to bless you.

I love you, Papa.

Well, Mr. Daniels, you seem to be
doing that with quite a vengeance.

-Have to keep in shape. -I see.

How's your relationship with
Miss Murrow progressing?

Just great.

Has Miss Murrow
been cooperative?

Cooperative? She could give the
United Nations a lesson in cooperation.

And I get the feeling
she probably has,

all of 165 countries,
individually.

Exactly what is bothering you,
Mr. Daniels? You should be ecstatic.

After all, you now stand to collect a
sizable sum of money from your bet.

What is this?

You came here to needle
me because I didn't exactly

level with you about
my fantasy, right?

Level? You lied
to me, Mr. Daniels.

Your bet with your crew
was at best despicable.

Look, it was a joke.

Well, you know how it is when a bunch of
guys are away from civilization for months.

Well, they start making
exaggerated claims

about what they're gonna do when
they get back, and well, you know.

Indeed.

Mr. Daniels, whether you were isolated
in the North Sea or the South Pole,

the mere thought of any man
using a lady merely to win a bet...

Is not a man.

Well, if you knew what I was up to,
why'd you let me go through with it?

Because I had hoped that meeting
Miss Murrow might help you to grow up.

Grow up? Look, I've been
on my own since I was a kid.

I was speaking of
maturity, Mr. Daniels.

That which separates
the men from the boys.

Now, wait a
minute. What is this?

Why am I suddenly on trial?

I won the bet. That means
Miss Murrow is nothing but a...

Hey, look, Mr. Roarke, I
thought Judy was really nice.

I was beginning to believe that Playpen
Magazine made up that whole seedy article.

But you read it! She's a...

If she's a-a-a-a, then
why are you so upset?

I'm upset because...

Damn it, I don't
know why I'm upset.

Perhaps a bit of
soul-searching is in order, hmm?

Come, Julie.

And that goes for me, too.

Oh, hello, Mr. Roarke.
Uh, come in.

Thank you.

Something's wrong, isn't it?

I can see it in your
face. What is it?

I'm afraid I have just received
some very sad news, Miss Carsons.

Chief Daniel Tenquot
passed away peacefully

on the Saroma
Reservation in South Dakota.

Passed away? Oh...

It happened the night
before last. I am so very sorry.

But that's impossible.

We talked. I saw
him here last night.

It was also on the news,
and there is a telegram for you.

Mr. Roarke, I wasn't
dreaming. I saw him.

Could it be, Miss Carsons, that
somehow your adopted father's spirit

reached out to you?

Are you telling me I
was talking to a ghost?

Well, let's refer to it as some
form of manifestation of the man,

communicating his dying thoughts to the
mind and heart of one he loved very dearly.

It could have been
something like that.

Such phenomena are not
as unusual as you might think.

I let him down, Mr. Roarke.

And he came to tell me not to feel guilty,
to absolve me of the responsibility.

But it's not too late.

I'm going to make his
dying wish come true.

I'm going to make that
dumb old prophecy come true.

Somehow...

I knew you would say that.

Look, I won the bet. If you don't
believe me, come to her bungalow tonight.

The same thing will happen
that happened last night.

Hey, Mr. Henshaw, gonna
be a good show tonight?

Excellent. Judy Murrow's
a very talented lady.

Yeah, I noticed it
in the centerfold.

How do you keep it together
working with wild women like that?

Don't believe
everything you read.

Hey, how's it going
over here? All right?

Hey, great, boss.

Good. Getting enough to drink?

Are you suggesting that story about Judy
and those high rollers isn't the truth?

Look, friend, people want
excitement in their lives.

They want to know
they have a chance.

They want to read that somewhere,
someplace someone is actually

living out those dirty
little fantasies of theirs.

I'm asking you if you made
up that story about Judy.

And I'm telling you. Now, would you
pay two dollars an issue for a magazine

to read about a librarian that
teaches piano on the side?

I'm sorry if that
disappoints you, but I...

I promised Judy that if I was
ever asked I'd tell the truth.

Would you like your
two dollars back?

No. I'll just take
it out in change.

Al, you all right?

Yeah. Just another disillusioned
Judy Murrow fan, huh?

You sure know how
to mess up a weekend.

- An expensive weekend.
- Ease off.

This fantasy is on me.

I lied to you in the bar.
I didn't score last night.

At last, the irresistible force
has met the immovable object.

♪ That old black magic
has me in its spell ♪

Wonderful. Thank you, Julie.

Miss Murrow, excuse me.

Mr. Roarke, I've
got a show to do.

Miss Murrow, he lost the bet.

Mr. Corky Daniels
just paid off his friends.

He told them he lost the bet?

Oh, Mr. Roarke, that's
wonderful! That's wonderful!

Oh, no. No, it isn't.
Not after what I...

Oh, Mr. Roarke, he won't have
anything to do with me now.

I have to find him.

Judy, you can't walk out
now. We'll never make airtime.

Maybe, it's just as well.

Left, left, right, left.

Left, left, left,
right, left. Left, left...

Thunderbirds, hold! Dismissed.

Hi, Major.

- Major? Say, who are you?
- Excuse me.

May I have your attention
for one moment? Please.

Isn't that your aircraft, Major?

Yes, sir, that's my ship.

With Miss Carsons
at the controls.

Colonel Kenross, I must
accept full responsibility.

I hope you realize
that young lady is totally

unfamiliar with
that type of aircraft.

Well, I wouldn't
say that exactly, sir.

She followed me through all
the controls in every maneuver.

She's got the right stuff, sir.

Ground leader to T-bird
four. Come in, T-bird four.

Ground leader to T-bird four.

You are to return to the
field and land immediately.

Now, that's a direct order.

Sorry, Colonel.

Colonel, let me try it.

Nancy, this is Woody.

Don't try anything. You'll
get yourself hurt up there.

Now come on down.
Now, I know you can do it.

Ground leader to T-bird
four. Come in, T-bird four.

Colonel, since Miss
Carsons refuses to return,

then surely you are justified in
authorizing somebody to go and get her.

All right, Major, go ahead.

You know, I'll be forced to arrest Miss
Carsons the moment she touches down.

Oh, that won't be
necessary, Colonel.

As Chief Magistrate here on
Fantasy Island, I am responsible

for meting out all punishment.
Take my word for it,

Miss Carsons will get everything
she has coming to her. Mm-hmm.

Cheerleader to T-bird
four, I'm at your right wing.

Okay, Nancy, I'm
gonna talk you down.

Sorry.

I came up here to tame the Thunderbird,
and I can't land until I've done it.

Just relax now. I'll talk you
through a few maneuvers.

You and I are gonna move
this sky around just a little bit.

-Ready? -Ready, Major.

Okay, stay on my
tail and follow me.

Pretty, Nancy. Pretty.

Now you follow me.

Now try this one.

Here I go.

Good girl!

-Excuse me, Colonel. -Mm.

Okay, Nancy, let's go home.

Not yet. I've got
one more thing to do.

Well, I would say that bird
has been well and truly tamed.

Wouldn't you?

Four is okay.

Five is okay.

She's gone.

Impossible! What
happened to her?

We have a saying, Colonel.

Nothing is impossible
on Fantasy Island.

Absolutely marvelous!

You were really great, Judy.

Oh, thank you both.

You charmed everyone
on Fantasy Island.

Well, not everyone, I'm afraid.

Oh? Ah, Mr. Henshaw,

I am grateful you accepted my
invitation to tape your show here.

I believe we have a big hit.

Well, it looks that
way, doesn't it?

What happened to your eye?

Oh, another big hit.

That nut Daniels belted me.

Corky? Why?

Who knows why? He's weird.

What did you see in him, anyway?

Ah, Mr. Daniels.

Where? Stay away
from me, Daniels.

Mr. Roarke, I'm
your responsibility.

Oh, certainly. Certainly, Mr. Henshaw.
Julie, protect the gentleman.

Stay close to me, Mr. Henshaw.

With pleasure.

Judy, I just want to
ask you one thing.

The article in that
Magazine, was it you?

Only the photograph.

Then why did you
act that way last night?

Well, you had a bet.
I wanted you to win.

No, that isn't true. I
heard about the bet.

I was hurt and disappointed.

I felt like a fool. And I hated
you for using me like that.

But I couldn't stop loving you.

How do you feel
about that, Mr. Roarke?

Well, I feel as though I am at a
very exciting world-class tennis match,

and the score, as of
this moment, is two-love.

Ah, Miss Murrow, Mr. Daniels,

it was an exciting weekend, huh?

When Shakespeare said
"All is well that ends well,"

he sure knew what
he was talking about.

Yes. Will always was
quite the philosopher.

And you lost quite a bit
of money, Mr. Daniels.

I sure did.

I bought one fantasy,
had another in mind, and...

ended up with a third.

What about your two buddies?

Ben and Charlie? They decided
to stay here a few more days,

hoping to find a
centerfold of their own.

Thank you, Mr. Roarke. Julie.

-Bye, Mr. Daniels. -Bye.

-Thank you. -Bye.

Oh, thank you. Well, to
think I didn't believe in fantasy.

You certainly changed
all that, Mr. Roarke.

You are two people.

Miss Silver Leaf, with a
heritage of mystery and legend,

and at the same time, you
are very much the realist,

Miss Carsons, second officer in a
part to the modern technological age.

The world has many
kinds of magic, you know.

Like blacking out in the cockpit of
a T-38 and waking up in your office?

And that other magic, it was Chief
Daniel, Papa, I spoke to in my bungalow.

Wasn't it?

Was it, Mr. Roarke?

Sometimes the line between
reality and imagination is so slender,

it no longer has importance.
Oh, I almost forgot.

Colonel Kenross
asked me to tell you.

In a few weeks, Major
Woods will be leaving

the Thunderbirds team.

Yes, he is being transferred to

McClellan Air Force
Base, California.

McClellan?

That's just a half-hour
drive from San Francisco!

You'll be able to see
each other between flights.

For two jet-age gypsies,

the next best thing to
riding the same wind.

Oh, Mr. Roarke, thank you.

- You're welcome, Miss Carsons.
- Thank you.

-Goodbye. -Bye-bye.

-Mr. Roarke. -Yes, Julie?

How did you manage
to fix that, for her to fly?

I?

Why, Julie, you don't
think I could ever influence

the United States
Air Force, do you?

The best in the world.

Indeed they are.