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[♪♪♪♪♪]

[PLANE ENGINE ROARING]

[BELL TOLLING]

The plane. The plane.

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

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

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

[CALYPSO MUSIC PLAYING]

TATTOO: Boss, who is that gorgeous lady?

Ms. Kristy Lee is at least nine wows

on a scale of ten.

I give her a ten, boss. What's her fantasy?

ROARKE: Ms. Lee wants to escape for one weekend

from her daily routine

as a receptionist in Toledo, Ohio.

Her fantasy is to become the dancing star

of a lavish musical production.

You mean like Ginger Rogers?

Precisely like Ginger Rogers. How did you know?

Unfortunately, in becoming that star,

Ms. Lee may have to choose

between the fulfillment of her fantasy...

and the man who can be the love of her life.

Boss, who is that tough looking guy?

ROARKE: That's Mr. Max Grant.

And he is tough. Well, he's in tough business.

Professional boxing.

-He's a boxer? He's like Rocky? -No, Tattoo, he's a manager.

But he feels he'll soon be too old for that, too.

TATTOO: What's his fantasy?

ROARKE: In all the years he's worked with boxers,

Mr. Grant has never had a champion.

His fantasy is for that dream to come true.

To manage a champion...

no matter what the cost, he says.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

KRISTY: It's them, Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers.

Please say this has something to do with my fantasy, Mr. Roarke.

Oh, it does indeed.

Isn't that Ray Tucker?

Yes.

KRISTY: I used to see every show he was in.

-ROARKE: Really? -You want to meet them?

I'd love to meet him.

Okay. Cut it.

Well. Hi, Mr. Roarke, Tattoo.

-How do we look? -Delightful, Mr. Tucker.

I'm sure your production is going to be very successful.

This is one of our guests, Ms. Kristy Lee.

-Mr. Tucker. -Hello.

Hello.

Ms. Lee wants to be a dancer.

Well, you've got the looks and then some.

-How about experience? -Well, I--

Oh, if you're interested, Mr. Tucker,

I'm sure I can convince Ms. Lee to demonstrate

her dancing ability for you in a little while, yes?

Oh, sure, okay.

I've to go for the best, Mr. Roarke, you know that.

Oh, of course, of course, Mr. Tucker.

Just a demonstration.

All decisions concerning your show

are totally in your hands, just as I promised you.

Thank you.

Make it in about an hour, Ms. Lee?

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Mr. Roarke,

I can't compete in that girl's league.

Look at her.

ROARKE: Have faith, Ms. Lee.

You will be the costar of Dancing Lady

and you will dance

as beautifully as Ginger Rogers herself.

[MEN GRUNTING]

Look, I don't want to watch Eddie Frost spar with nobody.

I mean, so he's the world champ. Okay?

But I want my fantasy. I want my own champ.

Oh, I can understand

how important it is to you, Mr. Grant.

No, you can't.

Not unless you're like me...

with nothing to show for your life

except years of dreaming and hoping and trying.

And always coming up a little bit short.

ROARKE: Beautiful to watch, isn't he?

No wonder he's champion.

Well, hello! Aren't you the pretty one?

What's your name, honey?

WOMAN: We're trying to watch the fight. Okay?

MAN: Hey, all I want to know is your name.

And I just want to watch the fight.

Hey, what's the matter?

Can't you watch and talk at the same time?

-Oh, come on. -Let go of me.

Wait, I don't think the lady is interested.

So, what's it to you?

Come on, baby.

Just let her go, okay?

-MAN: What do you keep... -He's right.

-...bugging her about? -Why don't you just sit

right down here and watch the fight.

[MAN GRUNTS]

MAN: All right!

-MAN: Oh! -MAX: Look at that guy.

Look! Look at the speed. Look at the jab. Jab.

[MAN GRUNTS]

Hey, hey, hey.

-[INDISTINCT CHATTER] -MAN: Kid, you got the moves.

Oh!

[CHUCKLES] Hey, not bad, kid.

Not bad at all.

Did you see those moves? Did you see those moves?

A fighter like that, he could make

chop suey out of Frost. [SNICKERS]

He's a southpaw, too. You see that?

-It's a matter of style. -Indeed.

Well, then perhaps this young man

-is the answer to two problems. -What do you mean?

Well, I've received word that Little McClosky,

the man who Frost is booked to fight tomorrow

is in the hospital with pneumonia.

Yes, I've been wondering whom I could get to replace him.

Mr. Roarke...

you give me that kid,

and I'll have him ready for Frost by fight time.

Oh, that would be most helpful.

All right, Mr. Grant, I'll see what I can do.

Yeah.

MAN: It's like you took a beating there, pal.

ROARKE: And so you see, Ms. Lee,

uh, to assist Mr. Tucker in his comeback attempt,

I have also arranged for Mr. Gaylord Nelson

to come to Fantasy Island

and watch the special performance of Dancing Lady.

The Gaylord Nelson, the legend of Broadway?

-The very same. -[DRAWER SHUTS]

And now also equally famous as an angel

who will financially back any show, providing...

TATTOO: I know it's here somewhere.

...providing that show and its star

meets his most exacting requirements.

You mean, I'm going to dance in front of him?

-Gaylord Nelson? -[CLATTERING]

Oh, yes.

[CLATTERING]

Excuse me. Tattoo, may I ask what you're looking for?

The pink box.

I remember putting it in a place where I would not lose it.

I can't find it.

Oh, there it is.

Bravo, Tattoo, bravo.

Now, would you please get it for me, hmm?

Before I grant your fantasy, Ms. Lee...

are you sure it's what you want most?

Uh, you must realize that once you commence,

you cannot go back.

Believe me, Mr. Roarke,

it's what I want more than anything.

Very well then, Ms. Lee.

Thank you, Tattoo.

This box, Ms. Lee...

-[BALLERINA BOX PLAYS] -...contains a limited amount

of a very special powder.

The powder distilled

from the floors of the stages of the world

where the greatest dancers of all time have performed.

Here on Fantasy Island only, Ms. Lee...

this powder...

has the unique power of transferring the grace

and skill of those artists...

to the feet of whomever it is...

dusted on.

It will make your fantasy come true

-in every way. -[BALLERINA BOX CLOSES]

Take it, Ms. Lee...

and be at the theater in one hour.

That's one happy lady, boss.

Yes, Tattoo...

for the moment, my friend...

for the moment.

MAX: How's it going, kid? I'm Max Grant.

Tommy Rudolf. Mr. Roarke said you wanted to talk to me.

Yeah, you better believe it.

Now, look I know you've fought before.

Now, what kind of record you got?

Fourteen and one. Twelve KOs.

[LAUGHING] I knew you were a winner.

Come over here. Sit down. Now...

MAX: Okay. Now, listen.

Now, look, McClosky had to pull out of that exhibition

for tomorrow, right?

I talked Mr. Roarke into letting you take his place.

You hear what I'm saying, kid? You get to fight the champ.

Me fight Eddie Frost?

Now, it ain't exactly a title shot. Not technically.

But beat him and it might as well be.

After watching you go today, I know how to do it.

You can beat him, kid.

If you can do that...

bring on Frost.

Mr. Roarke, I've got to talk to you about my fighter.

[WOMAN CLEARS THROAT]

Gertie?

-Hi, Max. [LAUGHS] -[CHUCKLES] Wow.

Hey.

-Oh, look at you. -[LAUGHING]

MAX: Hey, this lady just happens to be

one of the best fight managers in the business.

You old knockout, you.

MAX: How long has it been now, five years?

Six.

One day, we were checking out wedding chapels,

and the next day, you were gone

without even a "So long."

Yeah, but you gotta remember, Gert,

I mean, I had a championship fight that night.

And my boy lost.

Maybe we both lost something, Max.

Anyway, I've been talking to Mr. Roarke here

about letting my new fighter fill in for McClosky.

Oh, I was just about to explain to Ms. Lawton

that you have already found a replacement, Tommy Rudolf.

-Tommy Rudolf? -Yes.

Mr. Roarke, you can't let that boy fight.

Why not?

His last fight was stopped

because he took some hard shots to the head

that left him out of it for hours.

So what? It doesn't mean he can't fight here.

Gertie, look...

I got to have this chance.

It's my last one. You understand?

Yeah.

Only I wish I didn't, Max.

You know, you're as selfish as you were six years ago,

only this time, you might get somebody killed.

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

You promised me Tommy Rudolf.

Now, we've got a deal, Mr. Roarke.

Yes, a deal is a deal, Mr. Grant.

In this case, I am forced to rely

on your judgment and character.

I sincerely hope I have not made a terrible mistake.

Oh!

I promised I'd take a look at Kristy, Mr. Roarke.

And I will. Believe me it's a pleasure.

She's a beautiful lady. But the show is tomorrow night.

There's no way she could learn the routines.

All I ask, Mr. Tucker, is that you put off your final decision

until after you see Ms. Lee dance.

Ah, here's Ms. Lee now.

Charming, Ms. Lee, absolutely charming.

KRISTY: Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

Uh, we'll improvise first, standard stuff,

just to see how you move, okay?

Uh...

let's hear that Second Act tape.

Will I be able to do it, Mr. Roarke?

Well, you carry the answer to that, Ms. Lee...

in this pink box.

Remember?

[BALLERINA BOX PLAYING]

[CHUCKLES] My feet.

-They feel so tingly and alive. -Are you ready?

I hope so.

Okay. Hit it.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Well, what can I say? You're terrific.

-[CHUCKLES] So are you. -Okay. We're terrific.

Look, Kristy, nobody dances like that by chance.

Who taught you? How come I haven't seen you around?

-I mean, where-- -Uh, Ms. Lee's talent

has been, um, developed

by some of the finest dancers in the world,

I assure you, Mr. Tucker.

Well, there's a still a problem of learning the routines.

Oh, when I first saw you rehearsing,

you were doing the number from The Gay Divorcee.

Growing up, I memorized every dance

Ginger Rogers ever did.

Any more doubts or questions, Mr. Tucker?

-No. -Well, then, Ms. Lee.

I will arrange for someone to show you

some of the beauty of the island

while Mr. Tucker ponders his selection

of his dancing partner. Oh, uh, at what time

is the final rehearsal, may I ask?

-Uh, nine o'clock, tonight. -Thank you.

-See you, then. -Right.

MAX: Go, go, go, go, go.

All right, jab, jab, jab. Now try the left. Try the left.

Good, huh? Feels good? Okay.

Give it another shot. Good one. That's the way.

Come on. [LAUGHING]

He hits like a champ. Fine. Terrific!!

[GRUNTING]

Oh, come on.

Oh, come on. Back off. Back off.

Just a lucky punch. Come on, kid.

You okay? Sure. Huh?

Come on, get up.

It'll pass. It'll pass. Come on, kid. Up. Up.

Come on. He just rang your bell, that's all.

You're fine. All right. Come on.

Come on. Come on. It'll pass, kid.

You're fine. You're gonna be okay.

You're okay, kid.

RAY: But that's exactly the problem, Mr. Roarke.

Your Kristy Lee is too good.

I'm not sure I quite understand, Mr. Tucker.

I thought it was your burning desire

to impress Mr. Gaylord Nelson with the flair

and charm of your new show.

Yeah, but my flair, my charm. This is sink or swim.

That girl would steal the show right out of my shoes.

Oh...

I see.

Oh, I know I sound like a ratfink or something.

But this is desperation time for me

the last train to Paris,

point of no return, ground zero, live or die.

And I thought I was helping you.

Have you told Ms. Lee about this?

Oh, no way.

I don't even think I can.

There's something so special about her, so sweet, so...

So lovable?

[SCOFFS] Exactly.

One more look into those eyes of hers

and I'd probably give her my socks

to go with those shoes she'd steal from me.

[LAUGHS]

Well, I wish I could help you, Mr. Tucker.

But the final decision is yours to make.

Whatever you decide, I know it will be

the best you can do under the circumstances.

And I will certainly understand.

Oh, thank you, and if the show is a hit,

I'll find a way to make it up to her, I promise.

-[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES] -[PHONE RINGING]

[CLEARS THROAT] Hello.

Yes, Tattoo.

Oh, Mr. Gaylord Nelson has arrived, has he?

Au revoir.

Au revoir.

Ah, Mr. Nelson. Comment allez-vous.

Oh, Tattoo! Comment allez-vous.

[BOTH SPEAK FRENCH]

[GASPS] Tattoo, I do believe that you've grown a little

since the last time I saw you.

-You really think so? -At least an inch.

Eh, maybe two.

[CLEARING THROAT] Don't tell the boss, please.

Heaven forbid. Why not?

He likes me this way. I want to keep my job.

Oh, don't worry, mon amie.

If that Roarke fires you, then I'll hire you on

as a scout in charge of finding chorus girls

for all my new shows, hmm?

[BOTH LAUGH]

-TATTOO: Here comes the boss. -GAYLORD: Oh!

Remember, the word is...

"Mums."

Mum is the word. [LAUGHS]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

-Ah, Gaylord. -Oh, Roarke, you incredible man.

-Every year, you get younger. -Oh!

Tell an old friend, what's your secret?

Well, I thought you knew my secret.

No. What is it?

Well, it's simply having charming friends like yourself

who flatter me into believing what they say.

Hey, Gaylord, you-- you've never looked better.

And that is no flattery, my friend.

And you...

the exquisite intricate pattern of infinite grace. [CHUCKLES]

-If you please. -By all means.

The exquisite intricate pattern of infinite grace.

Eh! Well, I used to be able to do that.

[ROARKE LAUGHS]

Ah!

-Champagne for our host. -Thank you, Gaylord.

-Thank you. -Yes, I-- I never drink it.

-Hmm. -Oh.

But I still love your island.

But what is this, uh, nonsense

about discovering a new Fred Astaire that I must see?

Did I say that?

Oh, no, I merely suggested in my telegram

that a few days in the embracing atmosphere of Fantasy Island

and perhaps the relaxation

of seeing a very special show might...

-I'll do it. -Oh, thank you.

As the second greatest dancer to the great Fred Astaire,

-I'll have a look. -Thank you.

But I warn you, I am impossible to please.

And I promise you, I will despise your young man.

Second Fred Astaire...

to you...

a milquetoast.

[SNICKERS]

MAX: [CHUCKLES] Hey, kid, where you been?

Taking a nap, like you told me. Slept like a log all afternoon.

-Feeling okay? -Oh, sure.

Look, don't worry about that lucky shot I took.

You know, I zigged when I should have zagged.

That's all.

Here, kid, sit down.

I wouldn't have gotten you into this

if I didn't think you could do it.

I know that.

Look, I can probably hurt Frost if I land.

But do you really think I can stay with him?

I mean, he's a champ.

I know you can. Look, he's getting lazy.

Don't you see the more he wins, the sloppier he gets?

They can't beat him 'cause he's fast, right?

But you're faster. You hear what I'm saying, kid?

The second he drops his right hand,

-I nail him with the left. -That's it.

He'll never know what hit him.

I'm gonna pepper him just like you showed me.

Jab, jab, cross to the left.

And he is gonna go down, and come Monday,

you're gonna make the biggest headlines

since Sugar Ray Leonard made Duran quit in that last fight.

[GRUNTING]

Now, if you'll excuse me, I am going to the kitchen,

and I'm gonna get the next champion of the world

the thickest, juiciest steak they got...

Champ.

[PIANO PLAYING]

Yeah, that's going good. Everybody take five.

I'm ready to dance.

-There's no need, Kristy. -But I want to. I...

You've made your selection.

Well, I have to go with Helen.

You understand. Experience, know how.

You know how it is.

Sure.

Thanks for the lesson, anyway.

All right, people, let's get back to it.

Helen.

ROARKE: I understand perfectly how you feel, Ms. Lee.

But how can you call your fantasy a miserable failure?

You told me I would dance like Ginger Rogers.

And you have, haven't you?

Just once,

-in an empty theatre. -Oh, well,

I'm sorry, you didn't specify how many times you'd dance.

However, as long as any of the special powder

remains in that box, Ms. Lee, your fantasy is not over.

But why did Ray do it, Mr. Roarke?

I was better than she was.

I was Ginger Rogers.

Perhaps that was the trouble.

What do you mean?

You were too good.

You see, Mr. Ray Tucker has none of the special powers

of Fantasy Island to help him.

Oh, he is an excellent dancer who sadly ran out of luck.

If my friend Gaylord Nelson likes the show,

or more precisely, if he likes Ray Tucker...

then a new future would open up for him.

But I could help make the show a success for him.

More likely for yourself.

-With your... -[MUSIC BOX PLAYING]

...special ability...

Mr. Tucker felt my friend would have eyes only for you.

And he just might be right.

I have the feeling you're the one who's right,

Mr. Roarke, in that you usually are.

But Kristy Lee is not through yet.

[MUSIC STOPS]

[SCATTING]

Beauty always inspires me.

Who was that lovely vision?

Oh, just one of our guests, Ms. Lee.

Ms. Kristy Lee, I believe.

Charming. Delightful.

Quite an ordinary girl, really.

Ordinary? Ordinary?

My dear old friend, your eyes, if nothing else,

are failing you.

Oh, she's quite pretty, yes. But so young, Gaylord.

Surely a man of your maturity

is more interested in the intellectual pursuits.

Pursuits.

That's the word.

Ta-ta, my stuffy old cupid.

[SCATTING]

TATTOO: Forty dollars on the champ.

You won't be sorry. Thank you very much, sir.

[LAUGHING]

Fifteen dollars on the champ. Thank you, Mr. Stockwell.

Everything is set.

Hey, hey, hey. Hey, are we gonna give them a show out there, kid,

or are we gonna give them a show, huh?

Max. Max.

All right, keep working out. I'll be right back.

Don't come in there, upsetting the kid before the fight.

I'm not gonna let you do this to that kid,

even if it doesn't bother you conscience.

I'm not doing anything to that kid.

Max...

you know you're kind of special to me.

Well, you always have been. Okay.

So, whatever it is that's been

keeping us apart all these years, I don't know.

Maybe, it's the way you judge yourself or...

maybe it's never managing a champion, whatever.

That I can accept.

But I ain't gonna let you destroy yourself and that kid.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Tommy is not in Frost's class, Max. He never will be.

Now, that kid's gonna get hit and hit hard.

You just think about it.

Think about him strapped to a bed

the rest of his life, knowing it was your fault.

You really think you can live with that, huh?

Look, I'm telling you that kid is not gonna get hit.

Now, if Mr. Roarke can trust my judgment,

and that kid can trust my judgment,

why the hell can't you?

Max.

Gertie.

[MUSIC BOX PLAYING]

[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING]

You're wonderful.

I salute you.

You're Gaylord Nelson, aren't you?

Ha! What does it matter?

I saw you dance. Ask for anything.

Poof. It's yours.

All right. I will.

You're here for the showcase performance, right?

As a favor to my good friend, Roarke.

But please, don't spoil this magic moment.

Oh, all I ask is that you watch Ray Tucker,

really watch him the way that you watched me just now.

Ray Tucker? That has been?

Please...

just for me?

[LAUGHING] Oh, all right, you vixen.

[LAUGHING]

I promise...

just for you.

Hi, boss.

I bet you're wondering why I'm dressed like this.

I know exactly why you're dressed like that.

How many bets have you taken?

-Oh, just a couple. -Oh, that's good.

Then it won't take you very long to call them off

before the fight begins.

But, boss, my fantasy is to become

the biggest bookie in the world.

What a spoilsport.

Ladies and gentlemen...

Fantasy Island presents a boxing exhibition

between two very fine athletes.

Presenting on corner to my left from Kansas City, Missouri,

Mr. Tommy Rudolf.

[APPLAUSE]

And in the corner to my right...

the light heavyweight champion of the world, Mr. Eddie Frost.

[APPLAUSE]

This will be a five-round exhibition.

And now, gentlemen, if you approach

the center of the ring, the referee

will review the rules with you.

Thank you.

All right, fellas, you know the rules.

In the event of a knockdown, go to a neutral corner.

-I want you to shake hands. -Thank you.

REFEREE: Go to your corner.

When you hear the bell, come out fighting.

GERTIE: The boy is gonna get killed, Mr. Roarke.

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

Look, kid, I've been thinking it over. Listen.

No, no, you listen, Max.

No matter what happens out there,

I want to thank you, not just for giving me this chance,

but for believing in me.

[CLANGING]

[CROWD SHOUTING]

MAX: All right. Come on, kid. Jab, jab.

Go, kid. Go on, kid. That a boy.

All right. Good, good. Come on. That's it, that's it!

Hey, man, this is an exhibition, not the Civil War.

[CROWD CHEERING]

All right, now, work your jabs.

Use your combinations.

[CLANGING]

[CROWD SHOUTING]

[CROWD CHEERING]

[CLANGING]

Let's go. Go get him.

[CROWD CHEERING]

All right, keep those arms up!

...three...

four...

five.

You all right?

[CLANGING]

Come on, Tommy. You can do it.

Come on, let's do it.

That's right, kid. You're doing all right.

All right, all right, Look at me. Look, look at me.

How many fingers have I got up?

[MUMBLING]

There ain't gonna be another round, kid.

Tommy, I'm stopping this fight.

Don't do that to me, Max. I'm winning.

[BELL CLANGING]

MAN: Fight! Yeah! Go get him, Tommy!

[CROWD CHEERING]

MAN: All right, throw that left. Come on, throw that left!

Oh, no, Tommy! Get away from him!

[BELL CLANGING]

[CROWD CLAMORING]

[APPLAUSE]

Max, why'd you do it? I could have won.

Look, kid, as far as I'm concerned, you did win.

We both did. Come on.

[MUSIC BOX PLAYING]

Kristy.

Kristy, I don't care about anything except us. Understand?

I didn't pick you because you're too good.

I was jealous.

But I can't do that to you.

Forgive me, please.

You're going to dance with me.

Oh, I can't.

Of course, you can. Come on, darling.

I want to wish you the best of luck, Mr. Tucker.

Oh, well, wish us both luck, Mr. Roarke.

Kristy is dancing with me.

You get ready, and I'll go tell Helen.

But...

Mr. Roarke, I used the last of the powder on his feet.

I can't go on.

Of course, you'll go on, Ms. Lee.

You'll go on and you'll dance

as Kristy Lee never danced before.

You'll dance on the feet of love.

And who knows?

Perhaps, on the feet of Ginger Rogers herself.

Dance, Ms. Lee...

dance as you always wanted to.

[JAZZ MUSIC STARTS]

[APPLAUSE]

[APPLAUSE]

Thanks, sweetie.

Hi.

-Well... -Nice going, Mr. Roarke.

You know, instead of winding up with one champion,

-I got me two. -I don't understand.

Oh, what the big lug means is,

as soon as we hit stateside, we're getting hitched.

But he mentioned two champions.

Max is gonna turn me into a championship manager.

I am delighted. The best of luck to all of you.

Thanks, Mr. Roarke.

-Bye. -Well, so long.

Thank you. [LAUGHING] Hi.

[LAUGHING]

Oh, Roarke, you rascal.

You knew I'd love the show, didn't you?

I simply believed in the exquisite taste

of one of my dearest friends, that's all.

Hogwash, pure hogwash.

But I love it. [LAUGHING]

I'm not letting them out of my sight

until I sign them on the dotted line.

Ta-ta, friend.

-Au revoir, Tattoo. -Au revoir.

Well, what can I say, Mr. Roarke?

For giving me a new chance, for Kristy, thank you.

My pleasure, Mr. Tucker.

Go ahead, sweetheart. I'll be right there.

All right.

Mr. Roarke, how was I able

to dance like I did without the powder?

The power of love is more potent than any fantasy, Ms. Lee.

And its staying power is truly fantastic.

Believe in that.

I will. Thank you.

-Bye, Tattoo. -Good-bye.

Are you getting taller, Tattoo?

-Me, boss? -Yes.

Oh, no.

Hmm.

[♪♪♪♪♪]