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[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[BELL TOLLING]

The plane! The plane!

[PEOPLE LAUGHING]

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

[BAND PLAYING]

Huh. This is most peculiar.

I don't recall a nun asking for a fantasy.

Do you know her, Tattoo?

Her name is Sister Veronica.

She comes from California.

You see, she runs a convent school

and also a vineyard.

Sister Veronica needed a teeny-weeny fantasy

and you were so busy that I--

You thought you would do me a favor and handle her

teeny-weeny fantasy by your teeny-weeny self.

Right, boss. You're not mad at me, are you?

That will depend largely on the Sister's fantasy.

Oh, it's a piece of cake.

Her convent is going broke

and the people in the valley are poor, so...

L-- Let me see if I can guess the rest.

The Sister's fantasy is to pay her debts

and provide jobs for all the people in her valley

by winning the gold medal in the Fantasy Island

Wine Tasting Contest, huh?

You've got it, boss.

ROARKE: Uh, But some of the finest winegrowers

in the world are entered in the contest, my friend.

How can you be sure the Sister's vintage

is good enough to compete?

But, boss,

this is Fantasy Island.

Everything is possible.

ROARKE: Mr. Harry Simpson.

A paper goods salesman all the way from Boise, Idaho.

TATTOO: He looks excited. Why is that, boss?

Why his fantasy, of course.

And, I must admit, it is rather intriguing.

You see, Mr. Simpson believes,

that somewhere out in that world of four billion people

is his exact double.

You know, boss, I bet I know what Mr. Simpson's fantasy is.

Really?

I bet he wants to meet his double.

Oh, it's quite a bit more than that, Tattoo.

You see, Mr. Simpson, who believes his own life

to be rather dull and uninteresting,

not only wants to meet his double...

but change places with him.

But, boss, his double could be anybody.

That could even be dangerous.

Yes.

I've already warned Mr. Simpson of that possibility.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Oh, uh, Mr. Roarke?

Uh, your assistant tells me I have to get a new wardrobe?

Do you object, Mr. Simpson?

No, no, it's just that I brought plenty of clothes with me.

Ah, but your double's a very fancy dresser.

You see, he has an image to maintain and-- ah.

There he is now.

[SIMPSON LAUGHING]

SIMPSON: You did it, you really did it.

I know you said you would, but I didn't think--

I-- I mean, I didn't expect...

[CHUCKLES] And a ladies' man to boot.

ROARKE: Now, your double is more than just

a ladies' man, Mr. Simpson.

His name is Vincent Brandon, and his friends--

your friends this weekend

if you decide to go through with your fantasy,

call him Vince.

Mr. Brandon makes his living as a professional gambler.

His specialty is blackjack. For very high stakes, always.

Wow! A gambler. [CHUCKLES]

I couldn't have asked for a more exciting double.

And-- And he, uh, Vince,

will really let me take his place?

Uh, your double will be pleasantly diverted

on the other side of the island,

uh, but I...

I feel obligated to warn you once more, Mr. Simpson,

a man with Mr. Brandon's lifestyle

can acquire enemies.

There could be an element of danger in your fantasy.

For a chance to live a life like his,

probably the most exciting weekend in my life...

[CHUCKLES] ...it's worth a little risk.

No, I wanna go through with my fantasy, Mr. Roarke.

Well, in that case, Mr. Brandon,

your driver is waiting to take you to your yacht.

My yacht?

Yes. It's conveniently moored alongside our floating casino.

Now, you can begin your impression

of Vince Brandon. Gambler and ladies' man.

Yes.

Um, Tattoo. Uh--

Uh, en route, you may stop by your bungalow

and pick up a new wardrobe.

Would you mind showing Mr. Simpson

to his bungalow, please?

-Yes, boss. -Yes.

Okay. Thank you. [CHUCKLES] Thank you.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Les Petite Sorelles. I brought this wine

all the way from France.

And when you taste it...

you will see how Sister's wine is gonna be.

One for you and one for me.

A fine nose.

Our grape vines are the same rootstock

as one of the finest wines in France, Les Petite Sorelles.

That's the burgundy of The Little Sisters.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Magnificent.

Truly a magnificent wine, Sister.

If your Santa Rosarita Wine tastes anything

like its French cousin here...

you have an excellent chance of winning the contest, Sister.

You can say that again.

[ROARKE CLEARS THROAT]

Stop gaping like a beached codfish.

Fine example for a young, impressionable, sensitive boy.

I was, uh, merely

looking at this stately tree, my precious.

It looks like it might be a pinyon pine

-or perhaps a pecky... -Never mind!

...cypress.

I couldn't help overhearing Roarke's conversation.

If her wine is as good as they seem to think,

we could lose the gold medal.

That's impossible, my precious.

[CHUCKLES] I mean,

my Fernandel Rouge this year is absolutely superb.

It's never been better. [SCOFFS]

That little old nun doesn't have a prayer.

[CHUCKLES] Nun doesn't have a prayer.

Shut up.

-[SIGHS] -Gentlemen.

Get me some of that wine in this glass.

And don't let anybody see you.

Okay, Papa.

Excuse me, sir. Do you have the time?

Never mind.

It's disgusting.

[SIGHS] Thank heaven.

You cannot believe how wonderful this wine is.

-It's disgusting. -[GASPS]

That wine is gonna take the gold medal from us.

We cannot let that happen.

You certainly can't. I'm determined

to buy a summer home this year, and we need the money.

You must take action, Armand, you absolutely must.

Mm-hmm. I'm gonna take action all right.

-Oh, excuse me. -ARMAND: Drastic action.

-No, no, no. No thank you. -No?

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Now I start living like Vince Brandon.

-Hi. -Vince. Vince.

Oh, Vince. I-- I hate to trouble you,

but, uh, we've got a problem.

She's the problem.

Little Miss Muffet over here seems to think

you asked her out to dinner tonight instead of me.

-But he did. -That's baloney.

-Tell her, Vince. -Easy, girls, easy.

Well, obviously, there's been a breakdown

in communication here.

Tell you what.

I'll take you both out to dinner, how's that?

Both of us? Together?

Something wrong with that?

No. But you always said two at a time

isn't quite your style.

Well, as they say...

styles change.

-[CHUCKLES] -[SIMPSON LAUGHS]

-Boss. -Huh?

Hey, boss.

Casino's approved a line of credit

for 100,000 dollars.

Hope it's enough for you.

Uh, sure, I'll... try to make it stretch. Thanks.

Yeah. Oh, yeah, uh, Jimmy wants to see you.

-Jimmy who? -MAN: Oh, come on, boss.

He said it's important. He's up at the bow

-waiting for you. -Uh, sure.

Uh...

[BREATHES DEEPLY] Back in a second.

[BEEPS]

Jimmy?

Be right with ya.

Dumb game. It's for kids.

Okay, checked out the casino.

Four blackjack tables. They all use four decks

and the dealers like to reshuffle a lot.

That's a problem.

It means I really gotta be on my toes.

Another problem's the pit boss.

Worse than Monte Carlo.

No kidding?

JIMMY: He's watching you every second.

Saw a couple of counters get nailed

before they ever got started.

We can handle it though.

Just make sure you look for my signals

and do it real casual like.

-Your signals. -JIMMY: Yeah.

That's another thing.

I think we ought to mix 'em up.

How about this,

every time I want you to take a hit, I'll yawn.

And when I want you to stand pat,

I'll fold my arms like this.

And don't look at me unless you have to.

Is there something wrong, Uncle Vince?

No. Uncle Vi--

No, no, nothing's wrong, Jimmy, I just...

just thinking how lucky I am.

I mean, I couldn't do it without you, could I?

Not unless you found yourself another poor sucker

who was unlucky enough to be a genius.

See you at the casino.

VERONICA: Oh, Mr. Roarke, I hope I'm not interrupting

-anything important. -Oh, not at all, Sister.

Not at all. Please come in.

-Thank you. -Is, uh, your bungalow

to your satisfaction?

Lovely, thank you. And, as additional thanks,

I would like you to have some of our Santa Rosarita Burgundy.

-ROARKE: Oh. -The least I could do is

to replace the bottle of its cousin from France

that Tattoo donated earlier.

[ROARKE CHUCKLES]

I'll get some glasses. I'll be back.

-All right. -You are most generous, Sister.

Oh, no. You and Tattoo are the generous ones.

By fulfilling my fantasy,

my wine win the gold medal,

you will bring happiness and opportunity

to hundreds of needy and deserving families.

And also save the convent.

Ah, I must caution you to guard your optimism, Sister.

You haven't won that gold medal yet.

Oh, but I'm sure it will all work out right, Mr. Roarke.

I believe that absolutely.

A votre sante.

At least we don't have to share it

with a bunch of people.

-[BOTH CHUCKLE] -That's right, Sister.

Well, I'm going to take a little nap.

-It's been a long trip. -Yes.

See, I don't drink, but, I do want you to enjoy the wine.

ROARKE: All right, Sister.

[ROARKE CLEARS THROAT]

Well...

Boss, down the hatch.

[COUGHS]

Boss, this wine is the pits.

[TATTOO COUGHING]

Without a doubt,

the most abominable beverage I have ever tasted.

The original bottle from France was excellent,

but this is terrible.

Boss, Sister Veronica

can't win the medal with this bilge.

What are we going to do?

You guaranteed her fantasy, my friend.

I don't know what you will do.

And I don't know what I'm going to do either.

[SIGHS]

-I better come up -[DOOR OPENS]

-with something fast. -[DOOR CLOSES]

WOMAN 1: Hey, Vince. When are we going to dinner?

VINCE: In a minute. Where's Jimmy?

-WOMAN 1: On the bow, as usual. -Be back in a second.

Spend a lot of time up here?

JIMMY: Enough. What are you driving at?

Oh, I-- thought maybe we could do something.

Yeah, like what?

Oh, I don't know, like, uh... baseball?

Uncle Vince, you're on the sauce again.

Well, didn't ya ever play baseball?

A little. With my dad.

But you know how long ago he died.

Oh, yeah.

Um... look, on the way over here, I saw a store

where I think we could pick up some gloves and stuff.

How about if we go out and hit a few

this afternoon, huh?

But what about all your friends?

I'll get rid of 'em.

Okay?

-Okay. -[CHUCKLES] Okay.

Okay.

-ROARKE: Tattoo? -TATTOO: Yes, boss.

I don't understand. What are you doing?

Oh, chemistry. Chemistry, boss.

I'm just trying to make Sister Veronica's wine

taste better.

And, uh, am I to have the dubious honor

of tasting the first new batch?

You've got it, boss.

I've got it.

But, Tattoo, don't you realize alcohol is potentially ex...

...plosive?

Back to the old drawing board.

Well, I should think so.

You know, I was thinking on the way out here,

uh, how long we been together now, anyhow?

Two years, five months and thirteen days.

-Oh. Been counting, huh? -You know it.

I, uh...

I guess you kind of miss your dad.

-What's with you today? -With me?

You're acting weird. Like about Mom and Dad.

Before you told me not to talk about 'em

'cause you said that won't bring 'em back.

Now you're asking me if I miss 'em.

You seemed kind of down in the dumps, so I was just--

trying to figure out why, that's all.

Are you trying to set me up for something, Uncle Vince?

No, Jimmy, I'm--

Come on, let's play a little ball, huh?

Oh, it's you, Mr. Roarke. Won't you come in?

Thank you, Sister.

I had a lovely nap.

I do hope that you and Tattoo enjoyed my wine.

Oh, it was an unforgettable experience, Sister Veronica.

Which is precisely why I've come to see you.

After sampling your, um... wine...

I came to a very firm business decision.

I would like to purchase your entire stock

of Santa Rosarita Burgundy now, before the judging takes place.

I, of course, will pay fair market price.

I see. Then you believe that the outcome

of the competition will affect the price of my wine?

Oh, I do, Sister, I do.

I-- I-- I expect to make a fortune.

[ROARKE CHUCKLES]

And if I should fail to win the gold medal,

then the market price of my wine would drop,

and you could lose a great deal of money, could you not?

Uh, well, yes, yes,

but, uh, that's a gamble I'm willing to take.

No, no, Mr. Roarke.

I appreciate your generous offer.

I know you're only trying to safeguard my interests...

-Oh, no. -...but it's not necessary.

As I told you before, I have perfect faith.

Yeah, but, Sister--

Don't worry, Mr. Roarke. All will be well.

[LAUGHS]

[CLEARS THROAT]

SIMPSON: Hit it.

Oh, Jimmy.

Jimmy, are you all right? Huh?

Let me see. Yeah, I know how much that hurts.

I'm fine.

Hey, look, don't be afraid to cry.

If that's what you feel like doing,

-just go ahead. Let it out. -I don't cry.

-[CAR APPROACHING] -Uh-oh.

Lassiter, the Godfather himself.

SIMPSON: The Godfather?

JIMMY: Don't worry. He's not gonna shoot you, yet.

You only owe him 225,000.

Dollars?

Hiya, Vince.

Jimmy.

That's a nice cap.

-Thanks. -You got something for me?

Uh, the deadline's not here yet.

You're cuttin' it kind of close, aren't ya, playboy?

I mean, even with the whiz kid here,

winning a half a mil in one casino's gonna be rough.

Where'd you get that? Half a million?

It's only 225,000.

With the interest, it's 500,000.

You're really gonna have to be on, kid.

Unless, of course, you--

you want your uncle floating in a lagoon.

You don't scare us, Lassiter.

[LASSITER LAUGHING] I like this kid.

Not only has he got it upstairs, but he's tough.

He's got potential. Real potential.

-Yeah. -LASSITER: Well, you should

show more respect for him.

I mean, conning him this way.

It's so degrading.

What are you talking about?

LASSITER: I mean playing ball in the park.

Look, kid, I don't know what he told you,

but I know he hates sports with a passion.

Yeah, that's right.

[SCOFFS]

I should have known it was too good to be true.

-Oh, hey, Jimmy... -Why do ya need to sucker me?

Oh, Jimmy. Hey, wait!

Relax, he'll come back. He's n-- never let ya down yet.

[LASSITER LAUGHING]

[CAR DOORS CLOSING]

Jimmy!

Hi. I'd like to go inside and look around.

Of course, Mr. Tattoo.

TATTOO: I'm gonna make sure the Sister's wine wins.

Even if I have to cheat.

[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING]

Well, welcome, Mr. Brandon.

I hope our casino meets with your approval.

Yeah, Mr. Roarke...

Mr. Roarke...

Mr. Roarke, Vince Brandon is a phony.

He's been using an innocent 12-year-old kid,

-his nephew, no less-- -I know all about Jimmy,

Mr. Simpson

-You know, but-- -Mm-hmm.

Then why didn't you t--

why didn't you tell me?

Oh, I only tell my guests what they need to know.

Uh, beyond that, I must assume they will rely

on their instincts, you see?

On their survival instincts, you mean.

I'm sorry, Mr. Simpson. I don't follow you.

Well, I-- I think you do.

I think you knew you were setting me up

as a patsy with Frank Lassiter.

In one fell swoop, I go from being a carefree,

yacht-owning playboy to some poor sucker

who owes a half a million dollars,

and is being measured

for a cement overcoat if I don't ante up.

Now, Mr. Roarke, that was not my fantasy.

Ah, but I must disagree with you, Mr. Simpson.

Your fantasy was not only to change places

with your double, but also uh, to bring some excitement

into your otherwise dull and uninteresting life, hmm?

Jimmy. I've been worried sick.

I'll bet. Come on. We're wasting time.

Hey. Hey... come on.

we're getting outta here. No arguments.

-Are you nuts? -I don't know. Maybe.

JIMMY: Where are we going?

As far away from this joint as we can get.

What about the five hundred G's? What about Lassiter?

He'll have to wait. Right now, I'm more concerned

-about what happens to you. -Hey.

Who are you, mister?

You don't act like my Uncle Vince.

[SIMPSON CLEARS THROAT]

-My name is Harry Simpson. -[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

I'm-- Ooh.

[WINE POURING]

TATTOO: Now, to replace the Sister's bilge

with French Burgundy.

Oh, thank you.

Uncle Vince isn't such a bad guy.

I mean, he doesn't beat up on me or anything.

Well, what's lousy is he's using you

to bail himself out.

Yeah? Well, what's the difference?

Once your fantasy's over,

I'll be going back to him anyway.

Look, there is no way I'm gonna let you

go back to him. You understand?

You really mean it?

I'm not going to no foster home.

What I meant was...

well...

how would you like to come live with me?

I never had any kids.

My wife and I were going to, but she...

she-- she died before...

[EXHALES] Anyway, I--

I don't know what kind of a father I'd be.

You'd be great.

Uh, uh...

Look, um, I don't know how this is gonna work exactly.

[EXHALES] From what you say, I gather

your uncle does have legal custody of you.

VINCE: That's right, Mr. Simpson.

And that's just the way it's going to stay.

Sorry, kid.

I'm not coming with you. I'm not!

I'm afraid you don't have any choice.

Mr. Brandon...

Jimmy may have to live with you... but my guess is,

you're not gonna be able to get him to work for you

ever again. Right, Jimmy?

Right.

Now, that being the case,

you got a couple of big problems.

Lassiter... and the half million dollars.

My problems?

You're forgetting one thing.

As of this moment, you are me.

Nothing's forcing me to go back to that casino.

But unless one of us shows,

Lassiter's gonna come looking, isn't he?

Now, as for me, well, I can just

lay low until my plane leaves.

After that, I'm just plain old Harry Simpson again.

But you...

you're gonna be Vince Brandon for the rest of your life.

You got something in mind?

Okay. We'll play.

But if we win, square things with Lassiter...

you give me custody of Jimmy.

And if you lose?

Then, I take the consequences.

You're taking a big chance, Mr. Simpson.

Uh, Jimmy is good, but there's no guarantee.

We got a deal or not?

Yeah. Uh...

there's just one thing.

Just remember this.

When Vince Brandon plays blackjack,

he plays an open hand. All cards face up.

-Is that's your trademark? -[CHUCKLES]

Flamboyant is a word some people use.

Helps me keep an accurate count.

I wish you luck.

Both of you.

And now to complete our preliminary judging...

we have the burgundy

of the Convent of Santa Rosarita.

[WINE POURING]

CHIEF JUDGE: We are unanimous.

The wine of Santa Rosarita is superb in all particulars.

-It will now move onto... -[AUDIENCE CLAPPING]

...the finals against the entry of the Fernandel Wineries.

Well... now that we have reached the first plateau,

I must say I'm very relieved.

How about it, boss? Surprised?

I am puzzled. Deeply puzzled. Uh, will you excuse us, Sister?

Tattoo, a word with you, if you please?

[HUFFS] The gold medal comes down to you

and that little nun, Armand,

and if she wins, I'm through being the gentle flower

of your dreams.

Please, Blanche, don't say that.

I'm doing the best I can

under very difficult circumstances.

I think we gotta switch the labels of our wine

onto her bottles and vice-versa.

Benny... there are times when I am convinced

you are flesh of my flesh. [SMOOCHES]

That's brilliant.

Leave everything to me, huh? [CHUCKLES, SNIFFS]

That gold medal is as good as in our hands.

Now.

-[MEOWS] -Go, kitty, go.

-[MEOWING] -[DOGS BARK]

Quickly, get her bottles.

Now... we put her labels on our bottles

and I'll put our labels on her bottles.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Okay. We have 100,000 bucks worth of credit.

-Yeah, right. -Just remember,

you gotta act like a high roller

and make sure you don't blow it all at once.

Oh, Harry, another thing is,

Lassiter's only giving us

till four o'clock this afternoon.

So, we gotta have the half mil by then or else...

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Good evening, Mr. Brandon.

We've been expecting you here.

Hi. Well, how's everybody doing?

Winning, I hope. [CHUCKLES]

Let's start with 10,000, keep it friendly.

Oh, thank you, miss.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

DEALER: Mr. Brandon, you have an eighteen.

Do you wish an additional card?

SIMPSON: No, I'll play these. All right.

DEALER: The house has 16...

and the house wins with 20.

[ALL EXCLAIM]

[SIMPSON SIGHS]

ROARKE: Sister, will you, please?

VERONICA: Yes, thank you.

Sister Veronica,

I'm afraid, Tattoo has a small confession to make.

Oh?

Well?

Well, it seems that he exchanged

one bottle of his French Burgundy

-for one of yours. -He did what? Why?

Because your wine is the pit.

I'm sorry, but it's the truth.

-It is? -I'm afraid so, Sister.

Well... [EXHALES] ...I wouldn't know,

because, of course, I've never tasted it,

but I did have them follow the recipe exactly.

And of course, the rootstock is the same.

So, how could it be?

Climate... soil conditions, uh...

there are many variables which might account

for the failure of the wine of Santa Rosarita.

[SIGHS]

Don't worry.

We still have the final judging.

I'm confident that everything will work out

to fulfill my fantasy one way or another.

But, Tattoo, no more pranks.

Things will right themselves without trickery.

Believe, just believe.

Well, they say faith can move mountains.

But how can faith change bilge into burgundy?

Boss, we're in trouble.

DEALER: The house wins again. [SNICKERS]

SIMPSON: I haven't won a hand yet.

[PEOPLE MURMURING]

-[ALL GROAN] -[MURMURING]

Excuse me, Mr. Brandon. May I see you privately

-for a moment? -Well, uh...

[SIGHS] Well, tell 'em I'll be right back.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

I hate to do this to you...

especially when the cards seem to be going against you,

but, um... I couldn't help noticing

that Jimmy is now assisting you as a counter.

-Oh, now, look, Mr. Roarke-- -No, no, no.

You look, Mr. Simpson.

It wasn't too long ago that you were shocked

to find out he was being exploited

by his uncle, do you remember?

Y-- Yes, but that was different.

Oh, that was different, I see.

I see.

Well, in any case,

I'm afraid not only are counters illegal,

but we have an 18-year-old age limit

on those allowed in the casino.

Are you saying that Jimmy has to leave?

I am not an unreasonable man, Mr. Simpson.

I will, therefore, allow Jimmy

to remain for the next few minutes. But...

[SIGHS]

he will not be allowed to act as your counter.

Is that clear?

But I have to come up with better

than a half a million dollars

in the next ten minutes, or else...

Well, in that case...

good luck, Mr. Brandon.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

SIMPSON: Ten thousand dollars.

[CROWD EXCLAIMING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

DEALER: Twenty.

And the dealer has nineteen. MAN: Son of a gun!

[CROWD MURMURING EXCITEDLY] DEALER: You win, sir.

You win 10,000 dollars.

Let the whole 20,000 ride.

MAN: Wait a minute. WOMAN: Sorry, I wouldn't.

DEALER: You have fourteen. You wish another card, sir?

And four is eighteen.

The house has seventeen. WOMAN: Wow!

DEALER: Mr. Brandon wins 20,000 dollars.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

WOMAN: Unbelievable. Congratulations.

DEALER: Mr. Brandon, you have sixteen.

Would you like an additional card?

SIMPSON: Yes, please.

An ace. That makes 17.

SIMPSON: I'll stand.

DEALER: Card.

-A queen. -[SPECTATORS EXCLAIM]

DEALER: That's 22. You win 40,000 dollars, sir.

-WOMAN: Wow. Unbelievable. -MAN: Forty thousand!

WOMAN: He is on a lucky streak.

[CLOCK TICKING]

How much have I got now?

Three hundred and twenty thousand.

Three hundred and twenty so-- if I win, I've got--

Six hundred and forty thousand.

Six hundred and forty thousand.

That's enough to pay off the house, Lassiter...

and have a nice little nest egg for Jimmy and me.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

-Shoot the works. -[CROWD EXCLAIMS]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

DEALER: Mr. Brandon has seventeen.

-[CROWD EXCLAIMS] -DEALER: Dealer has an 11.

And two is 13.

The house needs a four to win.

[CROWD MURMURING]

-DEALER: And a jack. -[CROWD EXCLAIMS]

You win 640,000 dollars, Mr. Brandon.

[CROWD CHEERING]

-JIMMY: He did it! -We did it!

We-- We did it! We did it! We won!

This will constitute the gold medal tasting

between our two worthy finalists.

The wines of Santa Rosarita and Fernandel.

-[CROWD APPLAUDING] -HOST: Bonne chance

to both entrants. Gentlemen.

There.

WOMAN: Well, they seem to like it.

Mm-hmm.

[CROWD MURMURING]

The wine of Santa Rosarita is absolutely superb.

[CROWD CHEERS]

And now the Fernandel entry.

Did you goof up again?

No, that's my wine, it's just her label.

I told you it was a very good year.

[MURMURING]

[JUDGES GROAN]

Ghastly! Grape assassins!

The gold medal winner

is the burgundy of Santa Rosarita.

[CROWD CHEERING]

Congratulations, Sister.

No! That-- That's my wine you like, not hers!

Fernandel Burgundy!

My son and I switched labels on the bottles earlier.

You-- You can peel the label off the bottle

-and see if it's not the truth. -CHIEF JUDGE: What?

-[CROWD EXCLAIMING] -MAN: You see that?

He's right.

Well... despite the fact

that your wine is absolutely marvelous,

you, sir, are a shame and a disgrace

to the winemakers of the world,

and I refuse to award a medal to such a scoundrel,

even if, technically, your name will have to be listed

-as this year's winner! -[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

I'm very sorry, Sister.

But your wine is absolutely atrocious.

I must go and purge my palate.

Congratulations, Armand. Even without the medal,

winning the contest is enough to make the price

of our wine skyrocket,

and now we'll be able to afford all the things I wanna do.

What's the first thing you're gonna do

when we're rich, Papa?

The first thing I'm going to do...

is get a divorce.

Uh, young woman. Excuse me.

How would you like to meet a wealthy wine baron?

Armand, that vineyard is community property!

If you want a grape left to your name,

you get back here!

It's all my fault, Sister. I'm sorry.

I should never have promised something that I couldn't keep.

But you only made those promises

out of the goodness of your heart.

I am sure Tattoo is grateful for that.

And perhaps we should both be thankful

for your amazing demonstration of unshakeable faith.

What do you mean, Mr. Roarke?

Well, only that my curiosity was aroused

by the ghastly wine you grew. I'm sorry, Sister, but it was.

Ghastly. I'm sorry.

Wine, which by rights

should have been as noble as its predecessors.

So, I had the soil of your vineyard analyzed

and this is the geologist's preliminary report.

Your wine was undrinkable because it was grown

on a pool of oil.

-Oil? -Oil?

-Oil. -Sister, you're gonna be rich.

The whole valley's gonna be rich.

Sister, after all, you got your fantasy.

I never doubted it for a moment.

That's odd.

Neither did I.

LASSITER: Boy, that kid is something else, Vince.

The way he maneuvered himself out there tonight,

that's pure class.

What do ya say...

you loan him to me for a little while,

-huh? -Uh-uh, no way.

[CHUCKLES] Sorry to hear you say that, Vince.

Lou!

I guess I'll have to take him.

It's all right, kid. Come here. Come here.

-It's all right, kid. -Hey, let him go.

I believe my friend here made a request.

[SNAPS FINGERS]

Let the boy go.

It's okay, kid.

It's amazing, isn't it, Frank?

From now on, Jimmy is out of the business.

Now take your money and get out.

Sure.

Okay, Vince.

Okay, Vince.

[SIGHS]

Oh, Mr. Brandon, I don't know how to thank you.

You-- You came just at the right moment.

-Uh-- -Look, no speeches, okay?

You just take good care of him.

And do a better job than I did...

or I'll come looking for you, huh?

[CHUCKLES]

Take it easy, kid.

I'll be seeing ya.

[chuckles]

[HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING]

Jimmy. Ah, Mr. Simpson, this is for you.

-Oh, what is it? -A legal document

finalizing transfer of custody. I suggested to Mr. Brandon

he have it drawn up before he left

so that now you can adopt Jimmy.

[CHUCKLES] Boy, you don't leave anything to chance, do you?

ROARKE: Quite the contrary.

You know what they say, Mr. Simpson,

the odds always favor the house.

And on Fantasy Island, you might say that,

uh, I am the house.

[SIMPSON LAUGHING] Thanks again.

-You're very welcome. -Tattoo.

-Goodbye. -Come on, Jimmy.

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