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[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[BELL TOLLING]

The plane! The plane!

After all this bother, the princess...

-Bye-bye. -CHILDREN: Bye.

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

Good morning, Mr. Roarke.

Good morning, Julie.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

[BAND PLAYS]

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

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

Construction workers on North Sea water oil rigs.

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

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

Mr. Corky Daniels. He single-handedly rescued them

from almost certain death in the sea.

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

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

Playpen Magazine's centerfold of the year.

Her?

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

Oh, indeed it is.

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

With a most unusual name. Silver Leaf?

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

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

of the Saroma Tribe.

She must be a very interesting lady.

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

Second officer with an international airline.

What's her fantasy?

To fulfill an ancient tribal prophecy.

The task Miss Carsons has set for herself

is something that no woman has ever achieved before.

And it could cost her her life.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

♪ Feelin' better, now that we're through

♪ Feelin' better, 'cause I'm over you

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

♪ Now I see how you really are

♪ You're no good You're no good

♪ You're no good Baby, you're no good

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Um, meet Judy Murrow this minute?

JULIE: No time like the present.

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

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

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

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

Great. Terrific. Thanks a million.

♪ You're no good You're no good

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

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

This is gonna be nothing but a piece of cake.

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

You're on.

Come on.

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

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

ROARKE: I am aware that this fantasy is not your idea,

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

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

but he belongs to another time and another culture,

and I just don't share his beliefs.

Chief Daniel has been a great and wise leader.

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

The people will quarrel, or worse.

There are always hotheads.

But why should you be concerned?

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

But it's my adopted father's lasting wish for me to fulfill an ancient tribal prophecy.

What is the prophecy?

When a daughter of the tribe shall capture

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

and prosperity for a thousand years.

[SIGHS] But the thunderbird is a mythical creature.

You are wrong, Julie.

The thunderbird exists,

flashing like lightning across the sky,

shaking the Earth with his roar and fire,

exactly as the ancient Indian legends describe it.

See for yourselves.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Air Force planes?

The demonstration squadron, of course!

Known as the...

BOTH: Thunderbirds.

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

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

they'll let me fly with them?

Oh, it's all been arranged.

They'll be delighted to take you up.

Oh...

As an observer.

An observer?

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

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

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

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

Very well, Miss Carsons. But remember this.

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

Oh, I know all that, Mr. Roarke.

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

that your adopted father taught you,

now is the time to say them.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

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

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

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

Like a delicate Beaujolais, young and fruity.

AL: Isn't she beautiful?

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

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

I can't do that.

AL: Yes, you can.

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

Hold it, friend. Who are you?

No, that's my line.

I'm Al Henshaw, publisher of Playpen Magazine.

And don't you forget it, pal.

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

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

Those hoods over there in the corner.

What do they want with me?

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

What are you, spaced out on something?

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

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

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

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

the usual, money, gambling...

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

Learned my lesson too late.

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

-Mr. Daniels... -Yes.

Baloney.

Yeah, yeah.

No, I don't blame you.

It's my life. I really screwed up.

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

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

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

Scout's honor.

It's Judy.

Pick me up at two, bungalow six.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

What was that all about?

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

Okay, who wants to double the bet?

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

Relax. I'm setting it up.

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

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

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

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

[♪♪♪♪♪]

-PILOT 1: Four is in. -PILOT 2: Doing okay, Nancy?

Like a kid on a roller coaster.

Fantastic.

You must be very proud of your pilots, Colonel.

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

Oh, I don't doubt it.

PILOT 1: Okay, in for the Bon-ton Roulet.

Roger, Bon-ton Roulet.

Sounds like a French dessert.

Yeah, but your stomach may not like it.

PILOT 1: And roll.

Noses coming up.

Right on into four.

Into the float. And over the top.

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

[CHUCKLES]

PILOT 1: One is okay.

PILOT 2: Two is okay.

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

PILOT: In the heart.

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

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

[LAUGHS]

Out of the question, of course.

Afraid so. She's a civilian.

Wow!

But I sent a special request to Hyatt Headquarters.

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

So did I, Colonel.

-Hmm? -Uh, so did I.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Okay.

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

How are we going to convince those two hoods?

Do you really want to help me?

I have to.

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

A beautiful person. Inside and out.

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

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

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

What about all those big shots you hang around with?

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

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

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

It's true.

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

I make extra money posing for art classes.

Playpen Magazine pays big bucks for their centerfolds.

Is that so terrible?

No.

You didn't have to do that.

I wanted to.

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

They're not worth it.

You wanna make a bet?

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

I don't know.

But maybe the centerfold chick does.

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

♪ Lovin' the spin I'm in

♪ Under that old black magic called love ♪

Thanks, Wally. See you later.

George, can I check wardrobe now?

-Sure babe. -Thank you.

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

You sure are.

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

Leave who alone?

Stay away from Corky Daniels!

Hey, lady, what's going on here?

Corky Daniels is our crew chief.

Orliss Oil and Drilling Company.

Corky's a high-powered ladies’ man.

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

What?

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

Corky bet you that he...

That he could...

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

Well, originally from the Black Hills of South Dakota.

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

from London, Frankfurt, Hong Kong,

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

which is a little apartment in San Francisco.

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

I know the feeling, believe me.

Two years touring with the team.

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

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

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

Me neither.

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

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

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

Miss Carsons, I just heard from Washington.

And they turned me down, right, Colonel?

I'm afraid so.

Well, you tried.

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

Come on, Woody, let's dance.

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

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

I was sure she really wanted to fly a Thunderbird.

Oh, you're right, Colonel.

She would have loved that part of it.

But then, you see,

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

Does she believe in that sort of thing?

Part of her does, secretly, the Indian part.

But the modern part, the college graduate,

the lady technologist and jumbo jet pilot,

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

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

which party's right?

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

having made her gesture.

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

in a way that will shock her so profoundly,

it may even threaten her sanity.

[KNOCKING AT DOOR]

Come in.

Judy?

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

Were you ever 12?

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

Were you a lady-killer when you were 12?

I did okay.

-Still do? -I get my share.

Is that why you're still a bachelor?

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

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

[SIGHS] Judy, what's going on?

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

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

CORKY: Why are you doing this?

Because I know it's all you want.

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

Oh, thank you.

Sad news, Julie.

Miss Carsons' adopted father, Chief Daniel Tenquot,

died last night at the Saroma Reservation.

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

True.

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

no matter how logical it may seem to others.

I guess we'd better go tell her.

No, uh...

In the morning will be time enough.

Earlier this evening, Miss Carsons suffered a disappointment.

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

her father's death could seriously change that.

It was a lovely evening. Thank you.

Yes, it was. Thank you.

Time to say goodnight.

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

I'm leaving tomorrow morning.

[SIGHS]

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

courtesy of Colonel Kenross.

-Thank him for me. -Sure.

Can't you stay another day?

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

Maybe not.

We ride different winds, you and I.

It was fun.

It was more than that.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Good evening, Little Silver Leaf.

Papa! Papa, you startled me.

Bad habit of mine.

All my life I've been startling people.

I really must make an effort now to stop that.

What in the world are you doing here?

I was worried about you, daughter.

I wasn't able to fulfill the prophecy.

I'm sorry, Papa. I really tried.

The Air Force just wouldn't give me permission.

The blame is mine.

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

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

so young and so cynical.

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

And I'm sorry.

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

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

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

And I came here to thank you,

and to bless you.

I love you, Papa.

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

-Have to keep in shape. -I see.

How's your relationship with Miss Murrow progressing?

Just great.

Has Miss Murrow been cooperative?

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

And I get the feeling she probably has,

all of 165 countries, individually.

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

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

[GROANING]

What is this?

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

level with you about my fantasy, right?

Level? You lied to me, Mr. Daniels.

Your bet with your crew was at best despicable.

Look, it was a joke.

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

Well, they start making exaggerated claims

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

Indeed.

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

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

Is not a man.

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

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

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

I was speaking of maturity, Mr. Daniels.

That which separates the men from the boys.

Now, wait a minute. What is this?

Why am I suddenly on trial?

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

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

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

But you read it! She's a... [STAMMERS]

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

I'm upset because...

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

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

Come, Julie.

And that goes for me, too.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[KNOCKING AT DOOR]

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

Thank you.

Something's wrong, isn't it?

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

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

Chief Daniel Tenquot passed away peacefully

on the Saroma Reservation in South Dakota.

Passed away? Oh...

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

But that's impossible.

We talked. I saw him here last night.

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

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

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

reached out to you?

Are you telling me I was talking to a ghost?

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

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

It could have been something like that.

Such phenomena are not as unusual as you might think.

I let him down, Mr. Roarke.

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

But it's not too late.

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

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

Somehow...

I knew you would say that.

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

The same thing will happen that happened last night.

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

Excellent. Judy Murrow's a very talented lady.

Yeah, I noticed it in the centerfold.

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

Don't believe everything you read.

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

Hey, great, boss.

Good. Getting enough to drink?

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

Look, friend, people want excitement in their lives.

They want to know they have a chance.

They want to read that somewhere, someplace someone is actually

living out those dirty little fantasies of theirs.

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

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

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

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

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

Would you like your two dollars back?

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

Al, you all right?

Yeah. Just another disillusioned Judy Murrow fan, huh?

You sure know how to mess up a weekend.

-An expensive weekend. -Ease off.

This fantasy is on me.

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

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

JUDY: ♪ That old black magic has me in its spell ♪

Wonderful. Thank you, Julie.

Miss Murrow, excuse me.

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

Miss Murrow, he lost the bet.

Mr. Corky Daniels just paid off his friends.

He told them he lost the bet?

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

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

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

I have to find him.

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

Maybe, it's just as well.

[PIANO PLAYING]

MAN: Left, left, right, left.

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

Thunderbirds, hold! Dismissed.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Hi, Major.

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

May I have your attention for one moment? Please.

Isn't that your aircraft, Major?

Yes, sir, that's my ship.

With Miss Carsons at the controls.

Colonel Kenross, I must accept full responsibility.

I hope you realize that young lady is totally unfamiliar with that type of aircraft.

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

She followed me through all the controls in every maneuver.

She's got the right stuff, sir.

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

Ground leader to T-bird four.

You are to return to the field and land immediately.

Now, that's a direct order.

Sorry, Colonel.

Colonel, let me try it.

Nancy, this is Woody.

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

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

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

Colonel, since Miss Carsons refuses to return,

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

All right, Major, go ahead.

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

Oh, that won't be necessary, Colonel.

As Chief Magistrate here on Fantasy Island, I am responsible

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

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

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

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

NANCY: Sorry.

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

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

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

-Ready? -Ready, Major.

WOODY: Okay, stay on my tail and follow me.

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

Pretty, Nancy. Pretty.

NANCY: Now you follow me.

WOODY: Now try this one.

NANCY: Here I go.

WOODY: Good girl!

-Excuse me, Colonel. -Mm.

WOODY: Okay, Nancy, let's go home.

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

[♪♪♪♪♪]

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

Wouldn't you?

NANCY: Four is okay.

WOODY: Five is okay.

She's gone.

Impossible! What happened to her?

We have a saying, Colonel.

Nothing is impossible on Fantasy Island.

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

Absolutely marvelous!

You were really great, Judy.

Oh, thank you both.

You charmed everyone on Fantasy Island.

Well, not everyone, I'm afraid.

Oh? Ah, Mr. Henshaw,

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

I believe we have a big hit.

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

What happened to your eye?

Oh, another big hit.

That nut Daniels belted me.

Corky? Why?

Who knows why? He's weird.

What did you see in him, anyway?

Ah, Mr. Daniels.

Where? Stay away from me, Daniels.

Mr. Roarke, I'm your responsibility.

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

Stay close to me, Mr. Henshaw.

With pleasure.

Judy, I just want to ask you one thing.

The article in that Magazine, was it you?

Only the photograph.

Then why did you act that way last night?

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

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

I was hurt and disappointed.

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

But I couldn't stop loving you.

How do you feel about that, Mr. Roarke?

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

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

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[BAND PLAYS]

Ah, Miss Murrow, Mr. Daniels,

it was an exciting weekend, huh?

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

he sure knew what he was talking about.

Yes. Will always was quite the philosopher.

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

I sure did.

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

ended up with a third.

What about your two buddies?

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

hoping to find a centerfold of their own.

Thank you, Mr. Roarke. Julie.

-Bye, Mr. Daniels. -Bye.

-Thank you. -Bye.

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

You certainly changed all that, Mr. Roarke.

You are two people.

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

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

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

The world has many kinds of magic, you know.

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

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

Wasn't it?

Was it, Mr. Roarke?

Sometimes the line between reality and imagination is so slender,

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

Colonel Kenross asked me to tell you.

In a few weeks, Major Woods will be leaving

the Thunderbirds team.

Yes, he is being transferred to

McClellan Air Force Base, California.

McClellan?

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

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

For two jet-age gypsies,

the next best thing to riding the same wind.

Oh, Mr. Roarke, thank you.

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

-Goodbye. -Bye-bye.

-Mr. Roarke. -Yes, Julie?

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

I?

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

the United States Air Force, do you?

[TUTS]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

COLONEL: The best in the world.

ROARKE: Indeed they are.

[♪♪♪♪♪]