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[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[BELL TOLLS]

The plane! The plane!

[GIGGLING]

-TATTOO: Good morning, boss. -Good morning, Tattoo.

Let's go.

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

[BAND PLAYING]

TATTOO: Boss, who is the schoolteacher?

Schooltea-- [CHUCKLES]

Close, Tattoo, close.

She is Miss Florence Richmond, a very successful writer.

Her novels are described by the critics as sensual,

lusty stories of hot-blooded men and demure women.

Best-sellers with such titles as,

Heart of Fire, Flaming Desire, and Past the Edge of Innocence.

Boss, she sounds like a wild lady.

Quite the opposite is true, Tattoo.

She has led a sheltered life

and has never experienced the things she writes about.

Her fantasy is to become the heroine of a novel

she's just begun to write.

Her wildest and most sensual story to date,

an exotic tale of international intrigue

and romance.

Mr. And Mrs. Robert Graham of Amsterdam, New York.

The lady seems worried about something, boss.

What's the scoop on them?

-Scoop, Tattoo? -The scam.

Scam?

-The inside dope. -[STUTTERS] Oh, the inside dope.

Mr. Graham's only claim to fame

is as an exponent of the martial arts.

-Judo, karate... -And jujitsu?

Exactly. He is only reasonably proficient,

but his fantasy is, for this one weekend,

to be good enough to compete

against the very best in that field.

Boss, he could get hurt playing that game.

Now you have it.

Precisely the reason for Mrs. Graham's concern.

And I fear she will be even more alarmed

when she hears about the opponent

I have selected for her husband,

the all-time grand master of the martial arts...

a warrior never defeated.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

ROARKE: Even though your novel

is far from complete, Miss Richmond,

uh, the first chapter, and especially your description

of the characters was most helpful,

-in preparing your fantasy. -Oh, I'm glad.

I was hoping that you wouldn't find them, well...

you know, too romantic.

Why, it is your fantasy, Miss Richmond.

I do find your description of the heroine

to be most interesting.

"A free spirit, uninhibited, a wild and beautiful hedonist."

[CHUCKLES]

I know how it sounds.

Oh, but Mr. Roarke...

just this once...

I want to be swept up by a tall, strong, dashing man

and carried away.

And just this once...

I want to be the heroine of my book.

This Brent Hampton is quite some guy,

if you know what I mean.

Yes, isn't he wonderful?

Yes, a colorful man, indeed.

"Powerful, frequently ruthless,

but always irresistibly handsome

and charming to the ladies."

And, it also seems his sexual appetite is rather...

insatiable.

Oh. [CLEARS THROAT]

Well, actually, I've...

I've never really met a man like that.

No.

But, to tell the truth, Mr. Roarke...

I can't wait to meet him.

Boss, don't forget Peter Styles.

-Huh? -Peter Styles.

Ah, yes, yes.

I took the liberty of adding another character to your book,

a Mr. Peter Styles.

Thank you for reminding me, Tattoo.

Uh, quite similar to the character um...

Joe Herrick, in your book Flaming Desire.

Oh, yes, yes.

The clean-cut, boy-next-door type.

-But why? -Well, he could be your friend,

a necessary element to render your fantasy complete,

Miss Richmond.

Well, if you say so.

You realize, don't you, the great difference between...

fiction...

and reality?

I am a professional writer, Mr. Roarke.

Of course, Miss Richmond.

But you are about to actually become your own heroine.

To feel her joy...

her passion...

perhaps her fear.

[STAMMERS]

You can't frighten me, Mr. Roarke.

I know what I'm getting into.

I mean, after all,

I create my own characters and write my own books.

Yes, you write your own books, Miss Richmond...

but did you ever truly read them?

[SOBS]

I'm...

ready, Mr. Roarke.

How do I begin?

Where?

Where your book begins.

-[PAGES RUSTLE] -Page one.

"The drumming of the great stallion's hooves

seemed to echo the pounding in her heart...

as Florence rode swiftly along the golden beach.

The thunder of the surf was a portentous omen

of strange and wonderful things about to happen."

[LAUGHS] Oh, Mr. Roarke did it!

He did it!

[GASPS] Brent!

[HORSE NEIGHS]

[GASPS]

Are you hurt?

Um...

I, uh-- I don't think so.

That makes me very happy.

Why?

Because the moment I saw you riding...

like an elemental part of nature itself...

free, wild, beautiful,

I knew at long last I had found the one woman for me.

No, I don't want you to vanish now.

What is your name?

Florence.

I should have known.

It means flower, doesn't it?

Beautiful flower.

My car is close by.

I'll have you driven to my villa.

Come.

ROARKE: The special conditions necessary to begin your fantasy

are now at their strongest. Are you ready to proceed?

The sooner, the better, Mr. Roarke.

Now, I must warn you both that once the fantasy commences,

it must be played out to its end, you understand.

As long as I have the martial skills

you promised me, I wouldn't want it

-any other way. -Oh, I assure you, Mr. Graham,

you will possess such skills when you have the need.

Uh, do you know how all this is going to end, Mr. Roarke?

No.

No, that will be decided entirely by your husband

and his opponent...

the legendary master of the martial arts...

Kwong Soo Luke.

The great Kwong himself?

Yes, Sir.

But he's just a legend in the dim past.

Nobody knows if he really existed.

I assure you, for this weekend, Master Kwong...

will be very real, indeed.

Of course, if you'd rather compete against a contemporary--

Uh, no, no, Kwong was the greatest of all time.

If I can match his physical skills...

the best he could do would be a draw.

Don't you see? That's what I want.

To equal the best.

It was extremely difficult to arrange this match.

What do you mean by extremely difficult?

Well, you see, Master Kwong was known as...

an executioner.

He didn't regard martial arts as mere sport.

Bob, please, let's give this up and go home!

It's okay, it's okay.

Mr. Roarke, look...

I sell insurance in a nice little town

that I'll go back to for the rest of my life.

But just this once...

I'd like to have the thrill, the experience...

of facing someone like Kwong Soo Luke.

Very well.

If you'll come this way, Mr. Graham, Mrs. Graham.

These steps will lead you to your destination.

And your fantasy.

[CHUCKLES] Here we go, honey.

Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

Yes, Mr. Graham.

Bob, what is this place?

It looks like some kind of old temple.

Mm, let's go back.

Just relax, honey. The adventure's just starting.

[DOOR OPENS]

I come seeking the Master Kwong.

[GONG RINGS]

Come, this way.

You see? All very civilized, darling.

Our host is welcoming us.

Look, he even knows how to treat a lady.

I'm sure this wasn't meant for me.

[ALL CHUCKLE]

Here. It's beautiful.

Master Kwong bids you to refresh yourself.

He will welcome you soon.

Well, let's drink to our host.

And...

your husband...

[CHUCKLES]

...who is about to battle the world's greatest warrior

to a draw.

And, most of all, to you.

The most beautiful wife in the world.

Never before has a mirror reflected so desirable a woman.

[SIGHS] Brent.

Hello, Florence, my little flower.

Your lips...

are like soft rose petals hiding their honey.

[SIGHS]

Do you always take what you want?

Always.

Excuse me.

What do you want, Peter?

Mr. Brockhill has arrived, Mr. Hampton.

I showed him to his suite.

I told you I wanted to talk to him

before he settled into his vices.

I'm sorry. I didn't know where you were.

FLORENCE: Peter Styles!

Tell him I'll be waiting for him by the pool...

in 30 minutes.

Yes, Sir.

Uh, this Mr. Brockhill must be very important to you.

A hundred million oil dollars worth of importance, my dear.

You'll find...

something beautiful in there to fit you.

When you are ready, I'll see you at the pool.

Bye, my darling.

Kwong bids you welcome, warrior.

I recognize the honor of your challenge...

and the high value of the prize.

Now, for the first of our three time-honored contests.

Bob, what did he mean by prize? He was looking right at me.

Honey, it's just a ritual. All of it's just a ritual.

These boards, bricks...

and our fellow warrior will be the enemy,

which we will fight to reach the prize.

It will demand all our skills of speed, accuracy and strength.

The first one to finish will be the victor.

I understand.

And now...

if your beautiful lady will stand at the far end

for encouragement.

Linda.

Bob, I really don't want to be part of all of this.

Honey, I can't lose.

Remember, Mr. Roarke took care of everything.

Now, don't worry. It's gonna be all right.

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

[GROANS]

[GRUNTS]

-[GRUNTS] -[GROANS]

[MR. GRAHAM GROANS]

[BOTH GRUNT]

You're a worthy opponent, fellow warrior. Well done.

You honor me too much, Master Kwong.

Please rest now,

and avail yourselves of my humble hospitality.

In due time, we will meet for the second contest.

[GRUNTS, GROANS]

Senator, so glad you could make it.

I bet his Washington mistress is thrilled

to have the weekend off.

Aren't you afraid he'll hear you.

Who cares?

Ten years ago, I was his Washington mistress.

We change with their campaign promises.

I'm Nina, Brent's hostess.

Till now, I guess.

I'll say this for him, he's still got taste.

I think I'll take that as a compliment.

[NINA LAUGHS]

Oh, he has improved.

I do believe we have an innocent among us

looking for her one big love.

And what could be wrong with that?

Nothing, baby doll...

except that Brent Hampton isn't capable of love.

What he's looking for is 100 million dollars.

Take care.

Enjoying yourself, Miss Richmond?

Mr. Roarke.

Well, with the exception of a certain minor character,

this fantasy is surpassing any book

I could have ever written.

Splendid, but a word of warning.

As you know, even minor characters

sometimes speak the truth.

Mr. Brent Hampton...

is indeed in grave financial difficulty.

Mr. Roarke, this...

This certainly isn't a bankruptcy party.

Well, he overextended his investments

in gold and silver

and presently finds himself short.

One hundred million dollars short, to be precise.

Oh, but, Mr. Roarke, you forget.

I created Brent's character.

He's a brilliant businessman.

I'm sure if he's in some little trouble that...

he'll find a way to get out of it.

Yes, he will, yes.

Everyone, please.

May I present my dear friend,

guest of honor, Mr. Porter C. Brockhill.

-[ALL APPLAUD] -Indeed, he will.

Well, now.

If you aren't the prettiest thing I've ever seen.

Thank you.

You know something?

When Brent first described you to me...

I thought it was his usual oversell.

But I'm happy to report...

that for once I was wrong.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

That man gives me the shudders.

Me, too, darling.

But what's a shudder or two

if it's followed by a shower of gold?

I'll see you later.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

To absorb the serenity of the sand patterns...

one must first push all troubled thoughts

from the mind.

To some...

the swirls signify the curving lines of infinity.

To others,

the sensuous bend of a beautiful woman's body...

the curve of her throat...

the flower of her lips.

Does Master Kwong seek prizes so desperately

that he tries to steal them from his fellow warriors?

Kwong does not steal. He wins his prize.

I'm not a prize.

How wrong you are.

Surely your husband has told you

that every warrior's woman is a prize

to be won or lost, along with his servants

and all his earthly possessions.

Such is the prize of every contest.

Contest or childish games?

Games?

Did the first contest bore you?

So you may sharpen your anticipation, listen well.

The first two contests are merely exercises

to heat the blood for what is to come.

The third contest, you will enjoy that.

For it is the only one that counts.

The emperor's army ranged far to the east.

One of his generals, my father...

brought back a fair-skinned woman such as you.

In time, she became a highly placed person

in the royal court, and my mother.

Like her, you will be a prize beyond price.

I will be thinking about you, lovely pale flower...

with my own anticipation.

Thirty percent interest...

plus ten points for the loan.

That's ridiculous.

You've exhausted all your credit

in the legitimate markets, or you wouldn't have come to me.

Actually, I had a higher rate in mind.

But...

But what?

That little girl.

Florence.

BRENT: You're crazy! Not her.

You may not believe it, but I think...

I'm really falling in love with her.

Marvelous.

Love doesn't die easily.

And after a while, I'll return her to you...

almost as good as new.

Look here, Brockhill, even I've got a bottom line.

Brent, I can see right through you.

When you first told me about this little girl,

you had a bargain in your eyes.

If I did, I've changed my mind.

Well, I haven't.

If you want to dig yourself out of this hole,

you pay what I want. And that is your...

innocent flower,

Florence.

You bring her to my room

as soon as this banquet has ended.

You hear?

-I'll have to think about it. -All right, you think about it.

Think about being ruined.

And you match that against my spending one night

with this little lady.

LINDA: Bob, that man is going to kill you.

Linda, he can't.

My skills are equal to his. Just as Mr. Roarke promised.

All right, all right, I will give you that.

But is your desire equal to his?

Bob, that man is not trying to impress anybody.

It's just like Mr. Roarke said, he's an executioner.

He is either going to kill you or force you to kill him.

Linda, I'm sorry, I just can't buy that.

This whole thing's a fantasy created for my entertainment.

Kwong and I and you are just playing a game.

[SIGHS]

Bob, are you trying to prove something?

To yourself? To me? I don't need it.

Don't you understand? This is not a game.

It's real.

Mr. Roarke also said that the ending was going

to be decided by you and Kwong.

Linda, in the end, it'll be a draw.

There'll be no winner and no loser,

I promise you that.

Something else happened in the garden, Bob.

Master Kwong kissed me.

And it was dangerous, and it was fascinating.

-Did you let him kiss you? -What? No!

He took the kiss, but--

Bob, he also said that a warrior's woman is a prize

to be won or lost along with everything else

that he possesses.

He asked me if you had told me that.

[VIOLIN PLAYING]

Florence, little flower, want some of my dessert?

Oh no, thank you.

But I can see you're enjoying it, Mr. Brockhill.

This is only the appetizer.

The best is yet to come.

What's going on?

Just filling in.

One of the waiters is ill,

and I knew you wanted everything right.

-Champagne, Miss Richmond? -Oh, yes, thank you.

Oh!

-I'm terribly sorry. -What's the matter with you?

I must speak to you outside. Now, please.

Nina.

Oh, uh...

Don't bother. I'll just go and change.

I'll be right back.

Come right back, you hear?

Listen, I overheard Brent and Brockhill.

Brent gets his money.

Brockhill gets you.

Tonight, as soon as the banquet's over,

I know Brent Hampton will hand you over.

He loves money and power more than he could...

ever love a woman.

I don't believe you.

You think I'm making this up?

I know all the stories.

Brockhill's an animal.

[SCOFFS] I don't care about him.

But Brent wouldn't do that.

You see, Peter, I invented all of these people.

I created them.

[GRUNTS]

-Lock him in the wine cellar. -But he wasn't doing anything.

Look, Florence. I'm sorry.

I meant what I said about you, about us.

But I haven't got a choice.

Whether Peter lives until morning

is entirely up to you.

But he was only trying to pro--

[SIGHS]

What he said...

was true, wasn't it?

I didn't plan it this way.

It's just the way it worked out.

But I'll make it up to you, I promise.

John...

take her to Mr. Brockhill's suite.

[GRUNTS]

[GROANS]

[GASPS]

Wait.

The heat of combat brought us close

to the edge, brother warrior.

Take 30 minutes to catch your breath.

And then the third and final contest.

Bob uh--

Thirty minutes, Master Kwong.

[DOOR CLOSES]

I wanted to kill him.

I-- I really wanted to destroy him.

I've never felt anything like that.

It was savage...

primitive.

I despise myself...

but I barely drew back from the brink.

You're right, Linda.

-I'm not going through with it. -[SOBS]

Let's go, now.

Let's take that stairway back to Fantasy Island.

Come on.

It was right here.

Have you lost something, Mr. Graham?

Oh, Mr. Roarke.

-Talk about good timing. -We couldn't find the stairway.

I'm not surprised, Mrs. Graham.

You see, there can be no stairway until your fantasy

is completed, Mr. Graham.

But I can't complete it, Mr. Roarke.

We've reached a point where he can't be stopped

unless I become like him.

Kwong's a killer.

-He wants my wife as his prize. -ROARKE: I see.

And, is his desire for your wife

stronger than your love for her, Mr. Graham?

Of course not. Nothing's stronger than that.

Well then, you have nothing to fear.

For no desire, no lust...

can be stronger than love.

Do what you must do. Trust in yourself.

It will be a fight to the death, Mr. Roarke.

Trust in your love, Mr. Graham.

MAN: Kwong awaits, warrior.

[SIGHS]

-[KNOCKING AT DOOR] -PORTER: Come in.

Baby.

That's my innocent little flower.

Don't run away from me. I'm not gonna hurt you.

No, no.

Please. No!

-No! -Come on.

No.

This is gonna be where you are a beautiful pawn

-in a chess game. -No!

That's a game that I always win.

[GROANS]

-No! -I'm not gonna hurt you.

FLORENCE: I know what I'm getting into.

I mean, after all,

I create my own characters and I write my own books.

ROARKE: Oh, you write your own books, Miss Richmond,

but did you ever truly read them?

[FLORENCE SOBS]

Peter.

PETER: The key's on the wall. The small one.

-I'll kill him. -Please just...

Just-- just get me out of here.

Over there.

This way, Miss Richmond, hurry!

-Peter! -Run, Florence. Run!

[PANTS]

It's over, Miss Richmond.

Oh, no. Not yet.

Peter's still trapped.

Only in your imagination, Miss Richmond.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Master Kwong,

I want to try and explain something to you.

This whole thing, this contest...

is just sport to me...

a way to keep fit, like jogging or tennis.

You talk in riddles, warrior.

What I'm trying to say is that...

I've never hurt anyone in my life and...

and I won't kill you.

[LAUGHS]

I never feared that you would, warrior.

But I will enjoy your woman...

after I have killed you.

[GASPS]

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

Bob, I love you.

ROARKE: Trust in yourself, Mr. Graham.

For no lust can be stronger than love.

Do what you must do.

[GRUNTS]

Kill me.

-Bob. -Kill me!

-I love you. -KWONG: Kill me!

LINDA: I love you, Bob.

Let's go.

He has dishonored the brotherhood.

Destroy him!

-The stairs have to be here! -Mr. Roarke.

Over here, quickly.

Oh!

Well, Miss Richmond,

I hope you weren't too disappointed

in your role as heroine.

I learned a great deal about myself.

Maybe more than I wanted to know.

If you are referring to your encounter with Mr. Brockhill,

Miss Richmond, like everything you experienced

during the weekend, it was pure fantasy.

I know.

It didn't really happen.

It will make a great plot for your novel.

Yes.

Well, I think I may change my plot just a little.

PETER: Hello, Florence.

Peter!

Peter!

But I thought you said it didn't really happen.

I have to admit to just a modicum of subterfuge

on this occasion.

Mr. Styles also came to me with a fantasy.

He wished to experience the kind of life he read about

in your romantic novels.

You see, he's one of your most avid fans.

Well, I think I've had it with the fast lane...

but I'm still a big fan.

Oh, and I've got a great idea for a new book.

I think we should research it.

Together.

I know the greatest places you can imagine

-for research. -You do?

-Boss, another happy ending. -Another happy ending, Tattoo.

PETER: We'll spend the whole day there.

There's this, uh, there's this little village.

Uh, Mr. and Mrs. Graham.

Boss, we should call them the warrior and his lady.

No way, Tattoo.

I'm through with that warrior stuff.

-I'm gonna take up tennis. -Make that two of us.

I hope you have no regrets, Mr. Graham.

After all, you did meet and defeat

the legendary Master Kwong.

That's right, darling.

You'll have a lot of stories to tell your children.

Now that's a good idea.

We don't have any children yet, Tattoo,

but when we do,

I'm not going to tell them about their father

and how long it took him to grow up.

Then perhaps, you'll tell them about their mother,

who always knew that love is the strongest emotion

a man can experience,

and who helped their father prove it.

I think I can handle that. Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

You're very welcome, Mr. Graham.

-Thank you. Goodbye. -Goodbye.

-Goodbye. -Goodbye.

Watch out, boss.

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