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[♪♪♪♪♪]

[BELL TOLLS]

The plane! The plane!

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[PLANE ENGINE ROARING]

-Bye-bye. -CHILDREN: Bye.

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

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

-[PARROT SQUAWKS] -JULIE: Mr. Roarke.

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

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

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

[GASPS] Oh, uh,

those are the professors giving the seminar.

You'd better make sure what kind of wildlife

they're gonna teach you.

ROARKE: I suppose it would be all right,

provided Tattoo is willing to cover for you.

Oh, I know he's willing! Thanks!

But, boss...

[♪♪♪♪♪]

ROARKE: Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

TATTOO: Boss, who is that beautiful lady?

ROARKE: Miss Lillian Martin from Clinton, Iowa.

Miss Martin has a hidden longing to be a writer.

However, she knows that the best writing

comes from personal experience.

And since she wishes to do a biography

of a most fabulous lady,

she needs information that only a proper fantasy can supply.

Who is her biography about?

Another lady named Lillian.

A famous singer and toast of old New York.

Lillian Russell.

ROARKE: Lillian Russell, precisely.

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

known as the Gay Nineties

and experience, the passion, the loves...

and the tribulations of that fantastic lady.

But I'm afraid the experience

may be more potentially heartbreaking

than Miss Martin can possibly expect.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

TATTOO: Who is that sailor man?

ROARKE: Mr. Calvin Pearson.

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

considerable time.

What's his fantasy? To command a ship?

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

to a certain beautiful island near here,

where he spent one summer of his boyhood...

-[WOMEN GIGGLING] -...fishing with his father

for the legendary serenade fish.

Memories which he still holds very dear.

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

than mere nostalgic pleasure or momentary peace.

In fact, how he reacts to what awaits him

may very well determine whether...

whether he lives or dies.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

LILLIAN: Mr. Roarke, I can hardly believe

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

Miss Martin, you will be entering a period idealized

and glamorized by history.

But there was another less pleasant facet.

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

flamboyant, ruthless, energetic, aggressive.

And the company of ladies such as Miss Lillian Russell

was their badge of ultimate achievement.

Yes.

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

The contents of this box

belonged to Miss Lillian Russell.

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

where it had remained unopened for 87 years.

Until yesterday, as a matter of fact...

when I unlocked it myself.

[LILLIAN SIGHS] Oh, it's beautiful!

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

Unfortunately, they are all fakes.

-No. -Yes, paste.

Except for...

this one piece.

Mr. Roarke, are you trying to tell me

that Diamond Lil wore fake jewels?

There is also the unusual contents of this envelope.

Five playing cards, a poker hand.

Poker?

A winning or a losing hand?

That remains to be seen in your fantasy,

Miss Martin. [CHUCKLES]

However, I will show you...

three of the cards, hmm?

Which may prove critical

in the resolution of your fantasy

Three aces.

Like Miss Russell's real jewelry,

the ace of diamonds is missing.

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

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

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

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

where Lillian Russell will again captivate her adoring audience,

and you, Miss Martin,

are now this darling of the New York stage.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

♪ In old New York In old New York ♪

♪ The peach crop's always fine ♪

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

♪ The maids of Manhattan For mine ♪

♪ You cannot see In Gay Paree ♪

♪ In London or in Cork ♪

♪ The girls you'll meet On any street ♪

♪ In old New York ♪

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

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

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

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

I love her, Brady.

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

that you can do about it.

LILLIAN: ♪ In London Or in Cork ♪

♪ The girls you'll meet On any street ♪

♪ In old New York ♪

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

in this world, Mr. Roarke.

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

Walking these trails, fishing in that lagoon.

Yes, I remember.

Wasn't there a special fish

your father was particularly interested in?

Oh, yes, the one he never caught.

The serenade fish.

How did you know about that?

Well, it's my business to know everything

about my guests, Mr. Pearson.

No one...

has ever caught a serenade fish. No one.

Some even say it doesn't exist.

Well, they're wrong, Mr. Roarke!

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

we both heard it. Heard its song.

My father was more at peace after that.

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

Yes.

Yes, I remember that, too.

A most remarkable transformation.

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

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

to come back here with me. But...

he didn't.

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

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

Mr. Roarke...

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

Fine. Fine.

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

the accommodations pretty much as you remember them.

I think this is gonna work out fine.

Hey! Hey, you!

What are you doing here?

Trading Post?

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

Mr. Roarke?

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Eh, well, congratulations.

Your fantasy seems to be starting well.

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

Miss Martin, as a woman, tell me,

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

with two men at the same time?

Depends on the woman, I guess.

Well, the woman is Miss Lillian Russell,

and the men,

well, you saw them in the audience...

the famous Diamond Jim Brady

and Mr. Peter Whiting, a Boston banker.

Once business associates,

they both fell in love with Miss Russell...

and are determined to have her.

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

uh, forget the historical image of Lillian Russell

and think of her as a girl from Iowa,

who'd suddenly become the toast of the world.

Think of her as still innocent in many ways.

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

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

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

I need some fishing lures.

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

You want some lures, huh?

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

Mira, come here a minute, will ya?

Where are those fancy fishing lures that just came in?

Oh.

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

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

We've got a special on all fishing tackle,

and I take all major credit cards.

Why did you run after me?

I'll take these.

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

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

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

Maybe some other time.

-[BELL DINGS] -[DOOR SHUTS]

A man wants to be alone sometimes.

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

Oh, yes, he did.

That guy, he don't trust anybody.

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

Did you get a look at his eyes?

PETER: Stealing you away to the countryside

is like hiding a priceless work of art, Lillian.

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

What a lovely thing to say, Peter.

I didn't realize the feared and austere banker

had a poet hidden inside.

Ha! Very deeply hidden, I'm afraid.

But I only envy Jim Brady for his flamboyant flair

and his easy use of words.

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

Marry me, Lillian.

I can't.

I see. It's Jim Brady.

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

I love you both.

Uh, that is a problem.

[SIGHS] But not unsolvable,

I promise you.

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

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

Only that.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

What about him?

We need gasoline and food.

And get him patched up.

Come on.

[WOMAN HUMMING]

CALVIN: It's the serenade fish!

-Did you hear it? -What? [CHUCKLES]

You mean this...

[HUMMING]

That was you?

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

How did you learn to make that sound?

I heard it once.

I never forgot.

Why did you pick now to practice it?

Because it's a beautiful sound.

And you look so...

hungry...

for beauty.

Sorry to break up the party!

Hey, I remember these things.

They're girls.

Yeah.

Hey, we're in luck.

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

DUPRE: Yeah, not to mention food!

Let's go.

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

I just came here to fish and be by myself.

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

I said...

let's go.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[JEWELRY RUSTLING]

Jim? Jim?

Jim!

[KISSES]

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

this panic in Wall Street has, uh,

stretched me to the breaking point.

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

Whiting is closing in on me.

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

-[MUSIC ENDS] -[APPLAUSE]

Jim, were you taking my jewelry?

Oh, I was desperate, Lil.

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

I need to raise capital.

I have to fight my way back!

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

They're paste, except for one piece.

The hell they are!

I paid a quarter of a million dollars

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

But these are.

I've made copies of your jewels.

I was hoping to switch them back in a few days

and that you would never know.

I guess...

catching me here the way you did...

that settles it for me, doesn't it?

I guess you'll marry Whiting now.

Jim...

if you'd have asked me,

I would have given you all my jewelry.

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

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

-[LILLIAN LAUGHS] -...in the whole world!

-[KISSES] -Oh. let me ask you something.

Now, why didn't you hock yours first?

I did, two weeks ago.

-LILLIAN: [LAUGHS] Oh, no! -These are all fake, too, yes.

Oh. You know, 80 years from now,

somebody might just open this box and find these.

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

I didn't hock these.

These are my...

lucky charms.

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

to the New York Central.

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

-Hmm? -[JEWELS CLATTERING]

What are you looking for?

An envelope full of playing cards,

but I guess it hasn't happened yet.

I mean, the poker game.

-Poker? -Mm-hmm.

You've never played poker in your life.

You told me that a week ago yourself.

Oh, well,

then I guess the game hasn't happened yet.

I wish I knew what you were talking about.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

[THUDDING]

[SIGHS]

You fix a good meal, old man.

Now go get something to cut these handcuffs off with.

[BELL JINGLING]

PALMER: Man, he looks bad.

DUPRE: You think he's gonna live?

Not if you don't stop the bleeding.

He won't last another hour.

What are you, some kind of a doctor?

No, I'm just a weekend fisherman.

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

I've seen enough gunshot wounds.

Great. [PANTS] So you save him, Doc.

-Yeah. -[GUN COCKS]

Please.

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

something to probe with.

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

out of Buzz Nolan.

How come you know him?

We were roommates for a while in San Quentin.

DUPRE: Yeah? When?

Eight years ago.

CALVIN: I guess he got bored with my company...

[CLEARS THROAT] ...and busted out.

Looks like he's making a habit of that.

JAKE: So you're just like them.

Boy, I had you pegged wrong.

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

trying to sort things out.

PALMER: Shut your mouth!

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

Don't be a damn fool, old man.

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

your life.

All right.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

PETER: A toast, my dear.

And, uh, what are we drinking to?

It's to your new and greatest success.

And, uh, what might that be?

Ah, that is a surprise.

Something that I'm going to do for you.

Something I want very much to do for you.

I am going to build you

the finest theatre on 42nd Street...

and star you in the greatest show

in the history of Broadway.

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

Peter, are you trying to buy me?

-[BOTH LAUGH] -Lil, if you were for sale,

I would have bought you a long time ago.

[SIGHS] Maybe that's your charm.

Maybe that's why I love you so much.

Because...

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

As a matter of fact...

I have another present for you.

I bought them all back for you

an hour after Jim Brady hocked them.

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

I think I can guess.

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

He would never hurt you.

As a matter of fact,

you don't have to worry about his finances.

With the money he got from your jewels,

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

and he's very well back on his feet.

Peter...

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

you've learned to hate each other that much?

I can only answer for myself.

It's...

not his fault,

not my fault...

and certainly not your fault.

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

but it is.

One of us will have everything...

or nothing.

BUZZ: I owe you.

CALVIN: You don't owe me a thing, Buzz.

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

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

I got a lot of plans.

I just want to fish.

Sure.

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

that shot us up yesterday.

Well, they'll be around.

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

We, uh, killed a couple of guards

breaking out. Had no choice.

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

BUZZ: Well, it isn't ours.

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

That hellhole we broke out of

makes "Q" look like a country club.

Get the boat ready, Palmer.

MIRA: [SCREAMING] Oh! No!

Leave me alone!

[SOBS]

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

We're shoving off at the crack of dawn.

[SOBS]

[DOOR BELL DINGS]

If you want me, Nolan...

I'll be fishing.

Wait a minute, son. Wait a minute.

What happened in the past is done and gone.

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

But you will be if you let them do

what they want with that girl.

We all kill our own snakes, old man.

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

You understand that?

It's your problem.

-[DOOR OPENS] -I don't trust that guy.

-[DOOR CLOSES] -I don't trust any guy.

But you stay out of Pearson's way.

You really think he's that tough?

Look in his eyes.

The man doesn't care.

He's already dead.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Good evening, Miss Russell.

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

I don't think I can handle this.

They're gonna destroy each other!

I can understand now why she can't choose

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

Because they're different, but they're--

they're wonderful in their own way.

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

You now understand the passion and, uh,

dilemma of Lillian Russell.

-Would you help me? -[APPLAUSE]

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

Perhaps it will suggest some thought to you.

How?

Your audience, your very special audience is waiting.

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

Mr. Brady and Mr. Whiting...

have each bought out half the house.

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

And now Tony Pastor proudly presents

Miss Lillian Russell!

[SCATTERED APPLAUSE]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

♪ You made me love you ♪

♪ I didn't wanna do it ♪

♪ I didn't wanna do it ♪

♪ You made me want you ♪

♪ And all the time you knew it ♪

♪ I guess you always knew it ♪

♪ You made me happy ♪

♪ Sometimes ♪

♪ You made me glad ♪

♪ But there were times, dear ♪

♪ You made me feel so bad ♪

♪ You made me sigh ♪

♪ For I didn't wanna tell you ♪

♪ I didn't wanna tell you ♪

♪ I want some love That's true ♪

♪ Yes, I do, 'deed I do ♪

♪ You know I do, give me ♪

JIM: She's singing to me.

♪ What I cry for ♪

♪ You know you got The brand of kisses ♪

PETER: She's telling me that she loves me.

♪ You know you made me ♪

♪ Love You ♪

[APPLAUSE]

ROARKE: Remember the three aces?

Maybe this is the time to play them.

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

the three of us.

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

LILLIAN: Yes, we are.

We're gonna have a card game.

Poker!

And just what are we betting?

Everything we've got.

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

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

tonight.

And we'll see who wins me.

ROARKE: And how is the fishing, Mr. Pearson?

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

Oh, I'm very sorry to hear that.

But the scenery is beautiful.

I didn't come here for the scenery!

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

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

a nosy old man, and...

and a girl.

Maybe you're using the wrong bait.

My fantasy was to relive the joy and the peace

that I once knew here.

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

But first, you must open your heart.

For just a few moments, you must forget the woman

who betrayed you...

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

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

Tattoo is right. Try.

Forget the bitterness, Mr. Pearson.

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

Oh, no, no.

It's heard with the heart.

That's the secret your father learned.

That's the secret learned by all the lonely souls

who have sought it out.

Listen, Mr. Pearson.

Listen with all your strength...

and with all your heart.

Listen.

[WOMAN HUMMING]

I hear it.

I hear it, Mr. Roarke!

MIRA: No! PALMER: Come on, come on!

-[SCREAMING] No! -DUPRE: Come on!

Stop! No! [SOBBING] No!

Stop! No!

-[LAUGHING] -[MIRA SCREAMING]

No! [SOBBING]

-MIRA: Stop it! -[DOOR BELL DINGS]

-Let him up. -[MIRA SOBBING]

BUZZ: I thought you might be back for the girl.

[MIRA GROANS, WHIMPERS]

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

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

-Promise me one thing. -[MIRA SOBBING]

-No interference. -Be my guest.

-[GRUNTING] -[BOTTLES CLATTERING]

[GRUNTING]

We're even.

Even. [PANTS]

Now use the rifle or put it down.

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

I know.

Put the rifle down.

[BREATHES HEAVILY] Oh!

[MIRA CRYING]

I heard the serenade's song.

No lyrics.

But I guess I can write those myself.

If you care for one person...

you care for 'em all.

[MEN LAUGHING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

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

and Miss Russell.

What are all these people doing here, Paul?

Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Whiting,

but word about the game is all over town.

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

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

This will be a three-handed game, Paul.

[CARDS SHUFFLING]

What are we playing?

Stud.

One hand.

Four of clubs.

King of diamonds.

Ace bets, Lil.

[MEN MURMURING]

That's a quarter of a million.

I'll cover.

I'll pledge my Pullman stock.

And I cover.

Seven of clubs.

Queen of spades.

Three of hearts.

A five-year contract for my singing services.

[MEN MURMURING]

I value that at...

a million dollars.

Covered.

[PEN SCRIBBLING]

[PAPER RUSTLES]

LILLIAN: Queen of clubs.

King of hearts. Pair of kings.

Ace of hearts.

PETER: Still your bet, Lil.

I bet myself.

[MEN GASPING]

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

I'll call that another million,

-or any price you name. -A million.

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

[SCATTERED LAUGHTER]

Are you showing contempt

-for both of us, Lil? -No!

I feel a lot for both of you.

I feel love.

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

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

But I don't feel any contempt.

Two of clubs.

Possible flush.

King of spades. Three kings.

-[MEN EXCLAIMING] -LILLIAN: Ace of clubs.

-Three aces. -[MEN MURMURING]

You don't have to bet anymore.

But I want to.

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

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

Perhaps I can be of some assistance, Miss Russell.

Will you excuse me, gentlemen?

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

And who are you, sir?

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

Any objections?

[CLEARS THROAT]

[SCRIBBLING]

The amount...

is blank, gentlemen.

You're the, uh, banker?

Is this any good?

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

The draft on his Paris bank account

is good for any amount...

we care to cover.

Thank you, sir.

Your bet, Miss Russell.

Everything.

Everything you've got, both of you.

Lil, what are you trying to do?

[MEN MURMURING]

Ease my conscience, I guess.

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

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

But what if one of us wins the hand?

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

for the rest of my life.

And then we all lose.

PETER: I fold.

I love you, Lil.

JIM: I fold.

[MEN MURMURING]

You know I love you more than anything.

And I love you both.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Your fantasy is over.

I'm sorry.

Goodbye, my loves.

Mr. Roarke...

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

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

As history wrote it.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

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

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

Your case is to be reopened

by a special commission of inquiry.

I have a very strong feeling

that, uh, your name will be cleared.

Then I have more to thank you for

than I can ever put into words.

Uh, tell me, Mr. Roarke...

is there really such a thing as the serenade fish?

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

I'm surprised at you, Mr. Pearson.

Very surprised, indeed. After all...

you did hear it,

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

Something wonderful.

What are you going to do now?

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

will soon be spending a great deal of time

at a certain trading post.

Perhaps it will never become the booming resort

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

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

living amid beauty and peace...

and love.

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

I'll be back.

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

Well, Miss Martin,

did you consider your fantasy successful?

Oh, yes, Mr. Roarke.

In fact, since I know the lady really well,

I can now write what Diamond Lil was really like.

Maybe you are two of the kind.

Oh, thank you, Tattoo.

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

Was it the fourth ace?

This... [SIGHS] ...was your hand.

Remember?

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

Let me say first that, uh,

Diamond Jim Brady had a club flush,

and Mr. Whiting had a full house,

kings over queens.

And you, Miss Martin...

you would have lost.

A four.

Then I was bluffing.

No, Miss Martin.

You were loving.

Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

Bye, Tattoo.

Ah, goodbye.

[♪♪♪♪♪]