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[THEME MUSIC PLAYS]

[BELL TOLLING]

The plane! The plane!

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

[BAND PLAYING]

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

Boss, who's that dude over there with the shades?

ROARKE: Uh, his name is Mr. Holly Ryan.

He's a small-time bookie.

And he comes to us from New York City.

TATTOO: What's his fantasy?

ROARKE: Uh, well, it's very simple, really.

Mr. Ryan is being stalked

by a desperate man who intends to murder him.

Murder him? You mean, kill? Dead?

Yes, kill. Dead. Mm-hmm.

Quite naturally, Mr. Ryan's fantasy

is to avoid that eventuality.

ROARKE: Isn't that Ms. Donna May Calloway?

TATTOO: Don't worry, boss.

I guarantee you this is gonna be our best fantasy ever.

But, Tattoo, you must know that her aunt,

Ms. Ellie Simpson, has requested this fantasy for her

twice before and I turned them down.

I know, boss. But give her a chance.

-Don't be mad. -Don't be mad? When I see that

she also brought that aunt of hers with her?

-They're very close. -Of that I am well aware.

Aunt Ellie has been preparing her niece for the musical career

she was never able to achieve for herself.

There have been many years of lessons and practice,

guitar, piano, musical composition, voice...

That's why her fantasy's gonna be a cinch.

Oh, yes. Yes. She merely wishes to be

a country and western music star.

A cinch.

She is lovely to look at. She may even have ability.

But what if she doesn't have sufficient talent?

Boss, this is Fantasy Island. Leave everything to me.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

ROARKE: Well, Mr. Ryan,

I see you've already made a new acquaintance. Good.

Good is right.

But Holly and me are nothing new, Mr. Roarke.

RYAN: Yeah, you better believe it.

Me and Mona go back a long way and a lot of heartaches.

Uh, well, Mr. Ryan, are you ready

to begin your uh, fantasy?

I wanted to talk to you about that, Mr. Roarke.

You see, uh, I won't be needing your fantasy.

The fact is Mona asked me to stay on board her yacht.

Oh, well, that's extremely generous of Ms. Treloar.

But I'm afraid it's out of the question.

You see, I've already made certain plans in your behalf.

Well, I wanna change 'em.

But, uh, Mr. Ryan, you're the one who told me

that Spider Sloat was trying to kill you.

What? Hey, Holly, spell that out for me.

Don't worry about it, Mona. Now, just don't worry about it.

You see, Ms. Treloar,

Mr. Ryan saw Mr. Sloat commit first degree murder.

And the New York grand jury needs his eyewitness testimony

for an indictment next week.

It's your civic duty to go back and testify, Mr. Ryan.

Are you kidding?

My fantasy is to stay alive.

You don't do that by testifying against Spider Sloat.

Listen, uh, Mr. Roarke,

if Spider was to come snooping around my yacht,

all we'd have to do is just up anchor and just head out.

That's my girl.

I'm gonna stay with Mona. Sorry.

How sorry you are, Mr. Ryan,

perhaps still remains to be seen.

Will you excuse me?

[GUITAR CHIMES]

[KNOCKING AT DOOR]

[MS. SIMPSON CLEARS THROAT]

Oh, hello, Tattoo. Mr. Roarke. Won't you please come in?

Thank you, Ms. Simpson.

Oh, Donna May's gonna be thrilled.

She's so excited, she could hardly remember her own name.

That's all right, I remember her name. Hi, Donna May.

Oh, Tattoo, I can't believe I'm really here.

And I owe it all to you.

[SMOOCHES, GIGGLES] Oh, and you, too, Mr. Roarke.

I promise I won't let you down. [CHUCKLES]

-Let us down? -Mm-hmm.

My audition with the first and foremost

star maker in country music,

Colonel Hank Sutton of Riverboat Records.

An impossible man to see back home.

I tried to get an appointment for Donna May for six months.

But I never could even get past his receptionist.

[CHUCKLES] But Tattoo arranged it just like that.

You know, you are purely amazing.

ROARKE: Yes, he purely is.

I was under the impression that Colonel Sutton came

to Fantasy Island to produce a record album

in complete solitude.

He specifically requested that he not be disturbed.

But it appears that Tattoo

persuaded him to make an exception.

That's remarkable.

-TATTOO: A piece of cake, boss. -ROARKE: Hmm.

Donna May, gather your notes and get your music.

The Colonel is expecting us.

Oh, so soon? [CHUCKLES] I can't believe it.

Oh, my. Well, we can't go looking like a farm hand.

You gentlemen will have to excuse us

-while we get dressed. -Certainly, Ms. Simpson.

TATTOO: I'll wait for you outside.

I can't thank you gentlemen enough.

-Well, let's see that dress. -[CHUCKLES]

Ooh, yes.

Oh, that'll make the Colonel sit up and take notice.

No. No. Let's wear the new one.

You know, the one with all the sequins on it.

It cost a mint, but we've waited a long time for this opportunity

and we can't afford to miss a trick.

We surely can't. [CHUCKLES]

RYAN: I gotta tell you something.

You really run yourself a class operation here.

You ain't seen nothing yet. Name your poison.

Always the same, bourbon and milk.

You got it.

Hey, girls, why don't you go powder your noses?

I'd like to talk to my old flame.

Let me help you.

Come back.

Terrific, Mona. Terrific.

Don't worry, Holly.

You'll get a chance to meet them later.

Your old ulcer is giving you a fit?

Yeah, you know,

ever since I had that run-in with

-Machine Gun Kelly in Chicago-- -Oh, come on, Holly.

This is Mona, no name-dropping.

You never came within 30 years of ever meeting

Machine Gun Kelly, Al Capone or any of those other biggies.

RYAN: All right. So I exaggerate a little bit.

It's good for the old reputation.

I wouldn't worry about your reputation anymore, Holly.

RYAN: Spider?

Mona, you set me up.

I thought we had something going.

Now look, Spider, all this isn't necessary.

You know me better than that. I never intended to testify.

I wouldn't do that to you, Spider.

You're right, Holly.

Knowing you, I believe you wouldn't testify.

But I can't take any chances.

I'm not gonna go through life with a noose around my neck

-and you holding the other end. -RYAN: Now, hold on, Spider.

How about you just put me on ice until after the grand jury?

-Sorry. -[COCKS GUN]

-[GRUNTS] -[GUNSHOT]

[MONA SCREAMING]

[GUNSHOTS FIRE REPEATEDLY]

SPIDER: Where is he?

[COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING]

HANK: Now, bring the melody right up there, boys.

That's what we're selling.

Uh, hold it, men. It appears we have some company.

[ALL CHEERING]

MAN 1: Hubba-hubba!

Well, Tattoo, you sure are punctual.

Now then, which one of these pretty little ladies

is the giant talent you were telling me about, hmm?

Oh! Oh, no. Uh, It's-- it's my niece,

Donna May Calloway. I'm her aunt, Ellie Simpson.

And you better believe this child's been making music

ever since she was old enough to crawl.

Now, Aunt Ellie,

Colonel Sutton does not need to know my life's history.

His opinion of me is going to be formed

strictly by what he thinks of my music.

MS. SIMPSON: Mm-hmm.

You say it blunt, but you say it right, Ms. Calloway.

[CHUCKLES] Well, um, whenever you're ready.

Now, the boys would be happy to back you up if you like.

[CLEARS THROAT]

[CHUCKLES] I don't know where to start.

TATTOO: Don't worry, honey.

Whatever you play, you will be terrific.

She's fantastic.

[CHUCKLES] Well, this here is a little song

I just wrote down yesterday, and I hope you all like it.

[STRUMMING GUITAR]

♪ Ain't no good just Sitting there crying ♪

♪ 'Cause he went And broke your heart in two ♪

♪ Even though inside You feel like dying ♪

♪ Just remember This one simple rule ♪

♪ Into each life A little rain must fall ♪

♪ And it don't matter if You're short or if you're tall ♪

♪ Just keep your head up high Don't stop to wonder why ♪

♪ 'Cause love will come knocking At your door once more ♪

♪ Love will come Knocking at your door ♪

♪ Into each life A little rain must fall ♪

♪ And it don't matter if You're big or if you're small ♪

♪ Just keep your head up high Don't stop to wonder why ♪

♪ 'Cause love will come knocking At your door once more ♪

♪ I fell in love With a country boy ♪

♪ He promised He'd always be true ♪

♪ But he went and left me For someone else ♪

♪ Tell me what can A country girl do ♪

♪ 'Cause it's The same old heartache ♪

♪ Same old story again ♪

♪ He told me he loved me ♪

♪ And ran off With my best friend ♪

♪ Yes, he ran off With my best friend ♪

[CLEARS THROAT]

Well, those are just some of my recent compositions.

But I have a lot more songs that I wrote earlier.

I really enjoyed hearing you, Donna May.

You got some real good ideas.

But it takes, uh, a lot of effort

and more than a little luck to put those ideas across.

But now if you just keep working at it

and don't get discouraged, well, I'm--

Don't get discouraged? What happened to our contract?

To be a star she needs a recording contract.

Uh, just a mite premature, Tattoo.

But, uh, I'd be more than happy to listen to Donna May again.

Uh, maybe in a year or so.

Give her a chance to develop her skills.

-A year? But, Colonel-- -Oh, Aunt Ellie...

[SIGHS] Take five, boys.

I'm sorry, Tattoo. I--

I didn't mean to hurt her feelings, but, uh,

I don't think she's got it.

I didn't want to say it to her, but, well, that's how it is.

I think you are wrong. I think she's fabulous.

She's so sweet and so beautiful.

Look, if she really has a career in the music business,

nothing anybody can say is gonna stop her.

Besides, who knows?

If she keeps working at it,

she might just turn out fine. Maybe.

Maybe?

Donna May was counting on me to deliver her fantasy.

She counted on me.

[GOAT BLEATING]

[RYAN SIGHS]

Where am I?

He's coming to, Ms. Parkins.

Oh, children, our prayers have been answered.

How do you feel, Mr. Ryan?

Waterlogged.

[SCOFFS] Well, that's not surprising,

considering that the children and I

fished you out of the ocean.

Oh, yeah. Now I remember.

How do you know my name?

We found it in your wallet.

Listen, move, kid.

Listen, you didn't see some pasty-face guy

and a big hulk around here, did you?

-Well, no. -Ah, good.

Look, sister, I gotta talk to you in private.

Uh... [CLEARS THROAT] ...the, uh, name is not sister,

it's Emily Parkins. Ms. Emily Parkins.

-Yeah. -Uh...

All right, children, go off to do your chores.

-[CHILDREN GROAN] -EMILY: No, come on.

Go on.

GIRL 1: Right now? Couldn't it wait till later?

GIRL 2: I hate chores.

AMY: I'm sure glad you didn't die, Mr. Ryan.

I prayed a real special prayer for you.

Oh, yeah? Well, thanks, kid.

My name is Amy.

Yeah, well, thanks, Amy.

Okay, Amy, run along.

-Cute kid. -[DOOR CLOSES]

Yes. You said you wanted to speak in private.

Yeah, uh, let me ask you something first.

What kind of joint is this, anyway?

Oh, it's a Christian missionary home for orphans.

That's perfect.

Look, I got a real problem.

Well, what I'm trying to say is, I need a good place to hide.

Mr. Ryan, if-- if you're being

-sought by the police-- -Oh, no, not the bulls.

Just the opposite.

See, this guy's trying to rub me out

because I can identify him to the law.

How 'bout it, sister...

How 'bout it, Ms. Parkins?

I mean, ain't there something in the Good Book that says

you can take me in 'cause I'm a stranger?

Well, uh, yes, Mr. Ryan, there is.

Then I can stay?

That would be the answer to my prayers.

[CHUCKLES]

Well, it-- it might be the answer to my prayers, too.

You see, we-- we desperately need a handyman...

All right. But you will have to earn your keep

and you must abide by the rules.

Oh, yeah. Sure. I'll do whatever you say.

I'll be a regular saint.

[DONNA MAY SIGHS]

What a beautiful ending to a budding career.

Now, you just stop saying that.

You may have lost the battle, honey,

but you're not about to lose the war.

Mr. Roarke will bring Colonel Sutton around.

Really? And just who is going to put Mr. Roarke on my side?

In case you haven't noticed,

he politely bowed out of my fantasy.

I keep telling you, Tattoo will convince him.

That little guy's crazy about you, sugar.

I know. [SIGHS] He's been so kind to me.

But, Aunt Ellie, I don't like to take advantage of him.

If you're gonna be a star,

you've gotta get those ideas right out of your head.

Now, there's not a man alive

that won't take advantage of a woman to get what he wants.

And unless you're prepared to look out for yourself...

you're never gonna get discovered.

Like me.

Here he comes. Now, you think pretty and be strong.

-[SIGHS] Hi, Tattoo. -Hi.

Um, I'm real sorry I let you down.

Oh, you couldn't let me down. It was my fault.

No, it wasn't. You were wonderful.

And I guess too nice to realize

the real reason why Colonel Sutton didn't like me.

I don't understand.

Well, it was because Donna May wouldn't play ball,

if you get my meaning.

Did he suggest that...

Oh, well, not in so many words. But...

a girl can sense what's on a man's mind.

The dirty bum. The dirty bum.

Look, Donna May, it's my fault.

I didn't deliver your fantasy.

But you will, Tattoo. I just know you will.

Why, you're so smart and so clever.

And I know you couldn't stand to see Donna May's heart broken.

Well, I'll just bet you've got lots of tricks up your sleeve.

I do?

Yes, I do.

Don't worry, Donna May. I will think of something.

You did just fine.

[SIGHS] Did I?

-Well? -No, nothing, boss.

-Nobody's seen Holly. -Somebody had to.

Even if he drowned, his body would've washed ashore.

Well, not if the sharks got him.

I gotta be sure, Mona. I can't take any chances.

Tomorrow we start a new search. Every inch of the island.

[GOATS BLEATING]

[GOAT BLEATING]

Well, if you can get this old rattletrap running again,

Mr. Ryan, I'll know you're a gift from heaven.

Uh, here are the tools.

Oh, you're really in luck.

I used to tinker with these things all the time.

Uh, Mr. Ryan, for whatever it's worth...

I'm very glad you're here.

Well, I...

Excuse me. I'll-- I'll leave you to it.

RYAN: Okay. Here we go now.

Roll. It's a five and a one.

-GIRL 1: What does that mean? -That's a six.

All right. That means I have to roll another six

-before I crap out, okay? -BOY 1: Okay.

Now, I can do it any way. I can roll three and three,

four and two, or five and one. Okay?

-Okay. -GIRL 2: Mm-hmm.

Here we go.

-Six! It's a winner. -[CHILDREN EXCLAIM]

All right, who else wants to try?

[CHILDREN CLAMOR]

MS. PARKINS: Mr. Ryan!

CHILDREN: Uh-oh.

RYAN: Oh, uh, hi, Ms. Parkins.

I was just teaching the children the evils of gambling.

Children, I would like you all to go to bed now.

Mr. Ryan and I have something to discuss.

-[CHILDREN GROAN] -GIRL 1: I'm not tired.

GIRL 2: See you in the morning.

GIRL 3: Come on, do we have to go to bed now?

-Good night, Mr. Ryan. -Good night, kid.

See ya.

[CLEARS THROAT, SIGHS]

"Judge not according to appearance."

That's from the Bible.

"What you sow, you also reap." That, too, is from the Bible.

I am afraid you have, uh, reaped

a less than bountiful harvest here, Mr. Ryan.

Teaching children to gamble, you ought to be ashamed.

We weren't really gambling.

Only because I happened on the scene of the crime,

prematurely, no doubt.

Oh, Mr. Ryan, I--

I had hoped to speak to you tonight on a--

a much friendlier level.

The truth is this orphanage needs a full-time handyman.

And I had favorably considered offering you the job.

But, uh, in view of what has transpired here, I--

I cannot in good conscience extend you the offer.

Well, thanks for considering me,

but I'm not in the market for a full-time job.

Well, perhaps it's just as well.

You will be allowed to remain here

until the garbage scow, the Adeleter,

pulls in later this week.

But not one moment longer.

Well, if you will excuse me,

I have to put the children to bed.

RYAN: Hey.

I'm sorry.

No. No, Mr. Ryan. It is I who am sorry.

[SIGHS]

You see, the orphanage has long needed a man.

There are certain things that a woman just can't do.

I hoped that you were the answer to our prayers.

MS. SIMPSON: One and two and three

-and four. -[KNOCKING AT DOOR]

And straighten your legs more. One, two and three--

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

Thank you, Ms. Simpson. Ms. Calloway.

Forgive me for interrupting, but, uh, could we talk a bit?

Oh, anything to get out of exercising. [CHUCKLES]

Staying in shape for show business

has got me plumb wore out.

Yes, I realize you must expend a great deal of energy

to achieve certain goals.

I just hope you're not using Tattoo for the same purpose.

MS. SIMPSON: Why, Mr. Roarke,

are you insinuating that Tattoo's

infatuated with Donna May?

Oh, I think you are already aware of that, Ms. Simpson.

And I would have no objection,

if I weren't sure that Tattoo is being manipulated.

MS. SIMPSON: How dare you, Mr. Roarke?

How dare you do this to any man, Ms. Simpson?

Whether you realize it or not,

Tattoo's heart... is as large and as vulnerable as any man's.

And he has the trusting nature of a true innocent.

Can you imagine the pain, the hurt he would feel

if you have been leading him on?

Mr. Roarke, I-- I really do like Tattoo--

If you value your friendship with Tattoo,

you'll see to it that we get that

record contract with Colonel Sutton.

That sounds like a threat, Ms. Simpson.

Does it, Mr. Roarke? Does it really?

If you'll excuse me.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

So, you see, your Mr. Roarke is neither the friend

nor the gentleman you thought he was.

At least he's not behind your back.

I don't believe it.

Would I say all these things if they weren't true?

I mean, would I make this up just to hurt you?

I guess not.

I-- I really didn't wanna tell you at all, but,

it's just you've been so nice to me and Donna May.

Well, it just don't sound like the boss.

Tattoo...

can anyone possibly know...

what Mr. Roarke is thinking?

Or what he'll do at any given time?

Can you?

Hmm?

[GOAT BLEATING]

-Hi, Mr. Ryan. Mind if I watch? -Hi, Amy.

If Ms. Parkins don't mind, I don't mind.

[VEHICLE APPROACHING]

Amy, you gotta hide me quick.

All right.

In here.

Good morning. Something I can do for you?

Well, hi there.

Say, uh...

we're looking for a guy.

Have you seen him?

What do you want him for?

-I owe him something. -[CHUCKLES]

SPIDER: Well, have you seen him?

No, Sir.

Don't you think we ought to look inside, boss?

Where's your faith, Horsehead?

This here's some kind of church place.

And they don't let kids lie.

-Right, little girl? -Right, Sir.

SPIDER: Thank you.

-[DOOR CLOSES] -They're gone.

Yeah. Well, they'll be back.

Spider can't afford to give up.

I gotta get off this island.

There. That ought to work now.

[WRENCH CLANKING]

-[ENGINE STARTS] -I'll close the hood.

Amy, wait!

-Ow! Oh, ow! -Amy.

Ow!

-Hold my-- -Let me see.

What happened?

It may be broken.

You gotta get her to a doctor right away.

-Me? How? -Drive!

What? No, I-- I don't know how to drive.

-How far is it to town? -Well, it's about ten miles.

Amy, can you show me where the doctor's office is?

Yes. But you shouldn't go,

not with those two men looking for you.

-MS. PARKINS: Wha-- What men? -RYAN: Never mind what men.

[SIGHS]

[STAMMERS]

ROARKE: Tattoo, I've been looking all over for you.

What do you wanna take away from me now?

Take away from-- I don't understand.

Me and Donna May, you tried to break us up.

Why did you do that? I trusted you.

Tattoo, I did no such thing.

I can understand you looking after me,

but, making a pass at her.

She told you I did that?

Well, the fact that she would say it

doesn't bother me as much as

the thought that you would believe it.

Look at me.

Tattoo, look at me.

Do you believe it?

Boss, I love her.

I think the best thing is I go look for her

and leave Fantasy Island.

Oh, Tattoo.

Boss, I knew you wouldn't hurt me, but...

after I mess up all this...

I think it's better I resign.

Tattoo.

Oh, Tattoo.

[GUITAR MUSIC PLAYING]

♪ It doesn't really matter What you do ♪

♪ Just as long as you Got me and I got you ♪

♪ Doesn't really matter Where you go ♪

♪ 'Cause I-- ♪

Oh, hello, Mr. Roarke.

Did you decide to intercede with Colonel Sutton?

Ms. Calloway...

I spoke to Tattoo.

He's going to leave Fantasy Island.

Oh, no.

Mr. Roarke, I'm so sorry.

Now, you attend to our recording contract

and I'll see to it that Donna May

gets your little friend back.

Is that how you want to build your future, Ms. Calloway?

Can any amount of success ever compensate for a foundation

of trickery and heartless deceit?

Pay him no mind, Donna May.

He just doesn't wanna admit defeat.

And you, Ms. Simpson.

Can't you see how your hopes for your niece

have become as warped and bitter as your own life?

Do you truly want this child you raised

to relive the unhappiness you've known?

To avenge you for the fame

and fortune you never experienced?

I don't want her to be a nobody.

I never knew how to fight for the things I wanted.

But I know now.

And I'm gonna fight for Donna May.

And then what?

Who will be there to share her triumphs?

And more importantly...

who will be there to

comfort her when things turn out badly?

I'll be there. I've worked just as hard as she has.

-All we have-- -No!

What did you say, child?

I said, no, Aunt Ellie. I can't go through with it.

Why, of course you can.

You mustn't let Mr. Roarke intimidate you.

Don't you see, we were both wrong? Both of us.

I know I should've said something sooner, but,

well, I didn't wanna hurt you. And...

well, in-- instead I hurt Tattoo.

I have to speak to him.

I forbid it.

There's no way you're gonna stop me.

Now, Donna May.

Just-- just butt out, Aunt Ellie.

You've done all the damage you're gonna do.

Well...

that's all the thanks I get.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR SLAMS]

I hope you will be able to reach Tattoo

with the truth, Ms. Calloway.

He's been quite defenseless, you know.

I'll make him understand, Mr. Roarke.

He's such a warm and understanding person.

And I hated lying to him,

seeing the trust and affection in his eyes.

I just hope that,

well, someday he'll be able to forgive me.

TATTOO: I'll think about it, Donna May.

But first of all,

I think you owe an apology to the boss.

Come on, apologize.

Tattoo, how much of our conversation

did you hear in there?

All of it.

And how did you manage to get into the control booth?

I was looking for Donna May, and I came in by the back door.

Boss...

I want to apologize, too, for not trusting you.

Apologies accepted.

You had me very worried, my friend.

Everything's fine now.

Are you certain?

-Very certain. -Good.

Enough of this seriousness. Why don't we play some music?

Boys, give us some backup.

-MAN 1: All right. -MAN 2: Yeah.

[DONNA MAY SIGHS]

[GUITAR MUSIC PLAYING]

♪ It doesn't really matter What you do ♪

♪ Just as long as you Got me and I got you ♪

BOTH: ♪ Doesn't really matter Where you go ♪

♪ 'Cause I'll be there If you need me ♪

♪ Don't you know ♪

♪ Doesn't really matter If you're blue ♪

♪ 'Cause he can make Your fantasies come true ♪

♪ He can make Your fantasies come true ♪

[GOAT BLEATS]

-Good afternoon, Ms. Parkins. -Hello.

Uh, we are looking for a man. We think that perhaps...

Holly Ryan?

Why, yes. Have you seen him?

Well, yes. Little Amy had an accident

and Mr. Ryan took her to the doctor.

He's in trouble. A gangster by the name of Spider Sloat

and his accomplice are trying to kill him.

Well, uh, Amy said that there were two men here earlier.

They-- It could've been them.

We've got to stop him.

Uh, Mr. Roarke, could I come along?

Certainly.

But I can't leave the children unattended.

Children, come on, into the car right away. Please.

[CHILDREN CHEER]

Children, not the goat. Into the car, hurry up.

[INDISTINCT CLAMOR]

SPIDER: That truck, we've seen it before.

HORSEHEAD: Yeah.

Now we just hang around and nail him on the return trip.

Yeah.

Uh, Tattoo...

take care of the children.

Yes, boss.

Come on, children. Let's go.

GIRL 1: What are we gonna have to play?

-Mr. Roarke? -No time to explain, Mr. Ryan.

-Uh, get your clothes off. -Huh?

In there. Hurry.

Uh, you too, Ms. Parkins. You can use that room.

That's right.

Come on, kids, pull.

ALL: Pull!

Hey, come on. Pull.

-BOY 1: Pull! -TATTOO: That's it.

GIRL 1: Pull!

That's fine. Just uh,

walk and act accordingly, Mr. Ryan.

Oh, you mean, uh...

Yes.

Well, good luck, Mr. Ryan.

Look, I, uh...

I'm really sorry,

I got you and the kids involved in all this.

Well, I'm sorry I was so harsh with you.

I had it coming.

About that garbage scow...

maybe you shouldn't leave on it after all.

Let me get past these two gunsels out front

and we'll talk about it, okay?

ROARKE: Mr. Ryan.

SPIDER: It's him. Ryan.

Wait a minute. Wait.

SPIDER: Come on.

[ENGINE STARTS]

Hey, someone started the winch!

SPIDER: So, turn it off, you idiot!

-I can't. It's jammed. -Well, unstick it!

Well, I see that your friends, Spider Sloat and Horsehead Harry

have come up in the world.

Yeah, Mr. Roarke, way up. [LAUGHS]

[HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING]

Well, Mr. Ryan, what's the good word?

The good word is "involved."

Me and little Amy both learned what it means.

She's gonna get involved with the kids at the orphanage.

And I'm off to New York to testify against Spider Sloat.

-And then what? -Back here to Fantasy Island.

Didn't Mr. Roarke tell you?

I'm Emily's new handyman at the orphanage.

Oh, I see you are now on a first name basis

with Ms. Parkins, huh?

Well, we kind of got a good relationship going.

I think she's sweet on you.

That makes it a two-way street.

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

-Where's Aunt Ellie? -She left on an earlier flight.

Ah, Ms. Calloway.

I do hope you managed to enjoy your stay.

Well, most of it. [CHUCKLES]

In a way, it's kind of a relief the way things turned out.

I mean, being a singer was really Aunt Ellie's dream.

I've always felt my talent

was more as a songwriter, anyway.

Oh, well, then you'll be happy to know that Colonel Hank Sutton

has had second thoughts about you.

He's still not sure you'll ever be a performer,

but he would like to record some of those songs

you left behind at the studio.

I took the liberty to give your phone number to the Colonel.

[CHUCKLES] Oh, thank you.

You know, you really are a very special person.

Thank you.

-[SIGHS] Thank you, Mr. Roarke. -Goodbye, Ms. Calloway.

You handled that extremely well.

I know you suffered quite an emotional ordeal.

Well, boss,

as the French poet says, "C'est la vie."

I think I need a little, uh, rest for a while.

I'd like to be alone with my thoughts.

-I see. -[WOMEN GIGGLING]

Colonel Tattoo,

is this instrument all right for my recording date?

-Perfect. -How's my instrument, Colonel?

Gorgeous!

I mean, fine.

Alone with your thoughts, huh, Tattoo?

Well, you see, boss, you've got your thoughts...

I got mine.

-Come on, girls. -[GIRLS GIGGLING]

[THEME MUSIC PLAYS]