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Ooh, sorry about that. Late night, early morning.

By the time I checked the--

you okay?

Today's guest is-- is a dear friend.

Precious cargo.

Is this our guest?

Joy Summers.

She asked me to fulfill a very special fantasy.

Her last.

For luck on your new journey.

Thank you, Segundo.

How do you feel, Elena?

Like I've been pushed to the center of the stage

and nobody has told me what the play is.

Wow. Come on.

Let's not keep your first guest waiting, hmm?

Okay.

Let your instincts guide you.

It's all in your heart,

and no one has a better heart than you.

Your uncle knew that.

Filling his shoes is much easier said than done, Segundo.

Mi amor, you just have to fill your shoes.

Trust the Island.

Look. The plane.

Go.

A big smile, eh?

Like that. Yes.

Good luck.

Welcome to Fantasy Island. I'm Elena Roarke.

I'm your host. You must be Joy Summers.

Yeah.

I see you've met our pilot, Cora.

Ah, thank you, Cora.

Real ray of sunshine, that one, huh?

Oh, this place, it's beautiful.

And you get to call it home.

I do now. Yes.

Wild hibiscus. Perfection. Just like you.

Perhaps I'll put it in my hair so people can tell us apart.

- Come on. - Aw.

Where do we go first?

Not quite sure where to start.

How about at the beginning?

Well, I was born at a very early age.

And sometime after that,

I started dreaming of building an empire.

You know, something that would make the world a better place.

And what stopped you?

Guy with a killer smile I met in business school.

Before I had a chance to really think it through,

I started building a family instead of an empire.

They say life is what happens while we're making other plans.

Those other plans didn't include guy with a killer smile

leaving me when my youngest was a toddler.

- Oh, no. - We're fine now.

My older boys, Ross and Frank, they're just out of college.

And Bridge--Bridget--is 15,

and she's thriving.

Although sometimes I wonder what might have been.

Couldn't it still be?

No, I'm 54 years old.

Some doors close, and they never reopen.

I just--I have to accept that.

Well, perhaps you shouldn't.

No, I know what I can and can't do.

I'm just being realistic.

- And your fantasy? - Oh, right.

Well, um...

My name is Joy,

but somewhere along the way, I seem to have lost my--

I was so focused on my kids' happiness

that I completely forgot about my own.

So my fantasy is to find my joy.

Something that will last.

Can you help me with that?

Yeah, of course. No problem.

Right. When do we get started?

Soon enough, you know,

but I want you to first get unpacked

and then get a good night's sleep.

And then tomorrow, the adventure begins.

Elena, can I ask you a question?

Yeah.

I look around at this room, and then I look at you,

and something doesn't quite match up.

Okay, the truth is,

I have a long and deep connection to this island.

I'm somewhat new to this job.

- How new? - Very, very, very, very new.

You're my first guest.

And I hope that's not a concern.

Elena, I have known you all of what, 15 minutes?

And I have complete faith in you.

Besides, you always remember your first, right?

Yes.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Your mother was a dear friend, and she loved you all so much.

- Is that our mom? - It is, yeah.

Guys, welcome.

I'm Elena Roarke. This is my associate, Ruby.

- Pleased to meet you. - Nice to meet you too.

I'm Ross Summers.

This is my brother, Frank, and my sister, Bridge.

And none of us really know why we're here.

And we don't recall our mother

ever mentioning you or this island.

I believe that,

but if you just give me a moment to explain, I can--

Yeah, my time is actually extremely limited.

Extremely.

Ross here is huge in the world of foreign currency arbitrage,

blibidi blih, blibidi blah.

I do have a successful career, which makes one of us.

And most people like me, which makes one of us.

We're guessing that all of this has something to do

with our mother's business.

Over the past 10 years, Joy Summers

built a multimillion dollar company from scratch.

Wow.

Well, what a special legacy for you three.

It would be if these two weren't set on,

you know, selling it off.

It's that what your mother wanted?

She never actually said.

Our mom held most things about her business

tighter than the recipe to Coca-Cola.

You know, when I first met your mother,

we had a lot of similar self-doubts.

My job is helping people, but your mother, she helped me.

And to be honest, without her,

I don't think that I would be here today.

On this island, we make fantasies become reality.

And when your mom understood--

when she realized how ill she was--

she asked me to fulfill her last fantasy:

for the three of you to spread her ashes together.

- That's all you need from us? - That's it.

Yeah, but there's a--

Okay, well, then as much as I would love to sit around here

and take in the beautiful sights, given current company.

Uh, agreed. Let's not prolong this.

I'm just gonna--hi, Mom.

- Thank you both. - Nice pen.

Thank you for honoring my mother's wish.

Hmm.

I'll go first.

Mom, there are no words

to express how much I love you

and always will.

I'll miss you every day.

Mostly, I'll miss the beautiful little things,

the cute little cat face that you'd draw on our lunch bags

or the silly little rhymes you'd make up

and sing to us in the car and--

- What? - It's nothing.

I was gonna just mention the silly rhymes. Go ahead.

There's, like, a million other things

you can mention, Ross.

You know what? No, forget it. Forget it.

I couldn't even get through this

without you two figuring out a way to spoil it?

Spread Mom's ashes. I love you, Mom.

- Just give it to me. - Okay. Yeah.

Knock yourself out.

Apologies for interrupting, but I wanted to add

that your mom's fantasy was for you guys

to spread her ashes in a spirit of mutual love and respect.

Until then, the urn is not gonna open.

- You mean like magic? - Something like that.

Okay, yeah, that's not gonna work for me at all.

Oh, okay.

Well, while you guys work things out,

feel free to enjoy the resort's many amenities.

Well, like we're gonna solve 30 years of familial warfare

over piña coladas?

Really? - What?

I need, like, a pair of pliers or something.

Well, you heard her, Ross. That's not gonna help.

- I can't stay here forever. - Hey, "GQ."

You still got your private pilot's license?

No. No, no, no, no, no, no. No. No.

This is a bad-- Ross, give me Mom.

- Hey, you hear that? - Sounds like a plane.

Yeah, my plane. Somebody stole my plane.

- Oh, he won't go far. - Won't go far?

Base to Fantasy One, what the hell is going on?

Mayday. Mayday.

I've lost control of the aircraft.

Not to worry, Javi. All is well that ends well.

What?

Oh, no.

It's not doing what I'm telling it.

Oh, great job, Ross! We're all gonna die!

Tell him what to do!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

There's salt water in my mouth,

and it's the best thing I've ever tasted

because I am alive!

No thanks to Ross!

The plane wouldn't do what I told it to do!

Oh, well, why didn't you use that condescending tone

that works so well for you on the ground?

- Either of you wanna survive? - You really couldn't have

asked us that before we flew with you?

The resort's north-northwest of here.

If we start walking now,

we'll get there just after sunset.

- Oh, that's a great idea. - Thank you.

No, I was--I was being sarcastic.

It's a totally fricking insane idea.

Do either of you have a better idea?

No, but I can still hate it 'cause you came up with it.

Frank, you get the urn. Okay?

From now on, it's your responsibility.

Oh, of course it is.

Just like taking care of Mom was my responsibility

while you were holding down the fort in Beijing.

All I'm saying is that if we get lost in there,

it is on you.

You're not gonna find a way to blame

everything on me like you always do.

Ross the Boss strikes again.

Wow. Just wow.

I do not know where you learn to do what you do,

but you must have graduated at the top of your class.

It's incredible.

What?

How you know how to press every one of my buttons,

and I don't even know the first thing about you.

You know everything you need to.

So mysterious.

But I wanna spend time with you out in the world.

Mm-mm.

- Why not? - Maybe sometime.

Tonight after I'm done with work,

I'll go to the beach bar, I'll buy drinks,

we'll share our stories, and we'll just be together.

Okay. Let's see.

Couldn't sleep, either?

Who can sleep the night before their fantasy?

What's your excuse?

I started redecorating my office.

I couldn't spend one more second

staring at tusks and daggers.

What's on the menu?

Well, when I can't sleep, I make truffles.

So tonight, I thought that I would try three new flavors.

Lemon cream, lime coconut, and hazelnut ganache.

- That's yummy. - If you have the ingredients.

Oh, we have the ingredients.

How do you know?

We have the ingredients.

It's as if they knew I'd be here.

Am I wrong thinking that making truffles brings you joy?

- It's just a silly hobby. - Hmm. I see.

What about you?

Who redecorates in the middle of the night?

First day on the job jitters, I suppose.

When I say you got this, you got this.

I gotta take a break. I gotta do it.

Oh, what did it, Bridge?

Was it the first 50 feet or the second?

You wanna try walking in my platform sandals?

Well, at this rate, you're gonna be spreading

my ashes on this beach.

If either of you want to get back to civilization,

I'm gonna need a serious attitude change.

That's all you need, Ross?

Because Bridge and I,

we'd rather feed ourselves to the crabs

than have you lecturing us.

Or have you tell me

one more time how your being here is my fault.

You pushed me to come here when I didn't want to...

Nicky.

Did you seriously just call me Nicky?

Never do that again ever. - God. Chill out. Would you?

And you know what, Frank?

If you don't want to follow my lead anymore, that's fine.

I officially resign from being in charge.

You can't resign from it because we never hired you.

All our lives, you've been putting yourself in charge.

We haven't asked you to do that once.

Oh, my God, please.

For the love of all that is holy, please,

please rescue us. Or at least just me.

The three of you stole a plane.

Where are the apologies? - Uh, I got one.

I am so sorry that my brother is the world's worst pilot.

It didn't do what I was telling it to.

Oh, enough already, Ross.

If you're gonna act like children,

you deserve to be treated like children.

What does that mean? What are we talking?

Like, warm milk and cookies or bed without supper?

I'm gonna do exactly what your mother would do

if she was here.

Give you all a timeout.

Is this for real?

It's our rec room from our house on Stratford Road.

My old Ping-Pong table! And the Nerf basketball hoop?

The old Toshiba and the VCR.

Couch where I made out with Kathy Gable.

- You guys. - Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots.

Everything is exactly the same.

- Except for one thing. - What?

The door. It's gone.

It's a basement. Frank, there's no trap door.

All right, whatever. I give up. All right, look.

I know you're waiting for us to ask it, so here it is.

What do you suggest we do?

Oh, now you want my help.

If it's gonna help us get out of here faster, then yeah.

Oh, thanks for the vote of confidence, Nicky.

Ow!

Guys.

Maybe this is like the escape room that I did once.

All the clues, they were scattered in random places.

You know, I'm so tired of being judged by the two of you.

I did not want to take charge when Dad left.

All right? But somebody had to. - No, Mom was in charge.

It just made you feel better to be all chest thumping.

Yeah, it made you feel better after college

to move as far away from us as you possibly could.

Mm-hmm.

Tokyo is where my career took me.

And when Mom got sick,

you left us to handle everything.

You came home two days before she died.

And you're one to talk.

You're off the grid for what, two years?

What was the name of that commune?

It was a utopian community, and its name was

Bite Me You Self-Righteous Douche Canoe.

Hey, guys, check this out.

Says, "For Ross, Francis, and Bridget.

Love, Mom."

Okay. Is this on?

I think it's--

I think it's recording.

Oh, this is really hard.

If the three of you are watching this,

then I am really gone,

and you're there with Elena.

It would take me forever to list the ways

that I love each of you.

Ross, you can do anything. You've always been like that.

So determined.

And Frank, you can make me laugh even now.

You were the best person to take care of me.

Bridget, my baby, I'm so proud of you.

Keep telling your truth

even when it's hard.

I know the three of you fight. You always have.

You're probably bickering right now

about the fact that you couldn't get the urn open.

Arguments come and go. But love doesn't.

Ross, I won't be there to remind you

how you'd stand over Bridget's crib

just to make sure that she was still breathing.

And Frank, how you were always bragging about

how Ross was the smartest kid in school.

And Bridget, how you would always

get into trouble on purpose

so that you could have a timeout

with your big brothers in the basement.

Remember that you love each other.

Choose to be a family.

With me gone, it'll be easy for you

to slip out of each other's lives.

Don't. Please.

You need each other.

I know you can get along.

I've seen it.

I love you all so, so much.

Do you really get in trouble on purpose?

Maybe.

I miss her.

So much.

Me too.

Hey, you believe this?

Shredded fuel pump.

Can you hand me that flathead?

Yeah.

There you go.

Oh, man.

So what's up?

Oh, just wondering.

You ever met someone on the Island named Isla?

Nope. Doesn't ring any bells. Who is she?

Um, a friend. Good friend.

You know, close friend but also kind of not.

So you and Isla are close but also kind of not?

She gave me my tattoo,

and we've been spending time together, like, quality time.

So you have feelings for this Isla, huh?

She's kind of everything.

You know, like in a mysterious, elusive kind of way.

Oh, man. You have got it bad.

I do not have it bad.

But yes, that there's some feelings.

Right, and what does Elena think of her?

I haven't told her yet, because--

Uh-oh.

You think Isla might be bad news,

and you don't want Elena to tell you, "Be careful."

Yeah.

Elenita, how are things going?

Great.

My guest expects her fantasy to start this morning,

and I was up all night, Segundo, thinking and thinking

and hoping that the way forward would magically come to me.

Have you considered all the tools available to you?

I don't feel ready to use them, I don't know.

Elena, your uncle never would have chosen you

if you weren't ready.

Okay?

Now go. I have work to do.

Okay.

Any idea what's on the other side?

Not a clue.

How exciting is this?

I have walked past this door

I don't even know how many times,

but I have never stepped through.

Let's do it.

Okay. Let's go find your joy.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood.

If I can only choose one, what do you suggest?

Um, okay, well, which feels more like you?

The basket or the machete?

Are you kidding? The basket.

Okay.

All right. Wish me luck. Here I go.

You know, did it ever occur to you, Bridge,

that maybe doing your nails in a room with no ventilation

might be annoying the crap out of me too?

- Does it bother you? - It's disgusting, Nicky.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Dude, she's asked you, like,

a million times not to call her that.

Yeah, it was cruel and immature when you were 15.

You're 34.

How many times did the both of you

mock me with Ross the Boss?

Yeah, but Nicky? NCE--not cute enough?

Who tells their little sister

that she's just not cute enough?

And that was just for starters, because you always--

Hey, hey, hey.

Look, he's an idiot. Just don't engage--

Oh, don't act like you weren't a part of it too.

Always telling me that if I were better

or more special or different, Dad wouldn't have left?

You know, the only reason Mom and Dad even had you

was to try to save their failed marriage.

Ugh!

Only people whose marriages are already a disaster

have kids to try and save them! Stop!

Can we just move beyond this? It's all ancient history.

No, it's not, not for me.

I'm never, never forgiving either of you for that.

This is so disappointing.

It's like your mother's message

had no impact on any of you.

Why? Why are you doing this to us?

Well, I was hoping you might unite

if only to find your way out.

I think I know what the problem is.

You need more motivation.

- What? - Guys, floor is lava.

Oh, my God!

Oh, God! Oh! Okay!

Baby Bridge has got the hiccups,

and we don't know what to do.

She's bouncing up and down like a baby kangaroo.

Maybe we should jump out of the closet shouting boo.

- Can I have another one? - Of course.

Thanks.

- Hi. - Hey.

Took enough food for Helene and me.

Little father-daughter picnic on the beach.

- Aww, that makes me so happy. - And you?

Waiting for Ms. Right?

Huh. I thought I was.

I mean, she's running late. Give her a call.

Hmm, well, I don't actually have a number for her.

Not even sure if she has a phone.

You know, we usually just run into each other on the beach,

and then, uh, well, you--

- Oh. Okay, then. - There you go.

She is just such a free spirit.

Careful. This is Fantasy Island.

Everyone and everything aren't always what they seem.

Oh, my--

What could be more me than coming to Fantasy Island

to find joy and ending up with a basket

full of dirty sweat socks and fast food wrappers

and everything else my kids dropped along the way?

Well, it was certainly considerate

to pick up the mess, even selfless.

Almost as if you felt it was your obligation.

Well, I couldn't just leave it all there.

Somebody had to do it.

Believe me, I know all about obligation.

But I also know there are times

when we carry more than is required of us.

Speaking of, I think you can put all that stuff down now.

Much better, isn't it?

You know, the Island seems to be offering you something

that we don't often get in life.

This is a do-over.

So what if this time, you were to pick the machete?

- Really? Machete? - Yeah, yeah, yeah. Why not?

'Cause I told you, it's just--it's not me.

I'm not a warrior.

Joy, you raised three kids on your own.

I'd say you are very much a warrior.

You got a point.

How's the machete gonna help me find joy?

I guess we'll see.

You know, sometimes, we have to embrace the options,

you know, the tools that are available to us.

- The machete it is. - Yes.

Well, we have to come up with a plan and fast.

- The floor is lava. - Uh-huh.

We used to play this game all the time

when Bridge was little, but we had a routine.

Right, right, right, right.

And it was--it was--it was couch to coffee table to futon.

No, no, it was couch to coffee table to bean bag.

No, no, no. You're both wrong.

It's couch to futon, bean bag, baseball glove.

- No, that's definitely not it. - Oh, no, no. I'm telling you.

Couch, futon, bean bag, glove.

Oh, really? Right now--right now

is the first time that you're gonna trust me ever?

I mean what do we have to lose?

You look confident.

But if this doesn't work, you can't blame me.

- Oh, that goes without saying. - Right.

Here goes nothing.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Uh, okay, okay, okay, okay.

- Focus. - Okay.

My favorite sandal's in the other bag!

- It's okay. - Um. Okay.

To get from the glove to where the door

is supposed to be was the, um, the Summers' somersault.

all: The somersault! - Right. All right.

But we bucket brigade the cushions.

Ross, get to the bean bag. Go. Go. Go. Go.

- Come on! - Okay! Okay!

Okay. Come on.

Okay. Okay. Uh-huh.

Okay. Okay.

- Ready? - Uh-huh.

Okay. And go, go, go. Go.

Okay. Okay.

Over here. Come here.

- Are you sure? - Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Guys, we were a lot smaller back then.

There is no way we're all gonna fit on the glove.

No, we will catch you. We will catch you. Just jump.

- Okay. - Come on.

Right here.

- Oh! Oh! Oh! - Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Okay! Okay.

Time for the coup de grâce.

The Summers' sault.

- You got this, sis. - I know.

The Summers somersault never fails!

Oh, my God.

- Where's Mom? - What?

- Oh, man. - You left Mom?

It all happened so fast.

What?

At least you can't blame me for this one, right?

You were responsible for one thing, Frank.

Frank!

I've been lifting weights for 12 years

waiting for the day I could kick your ass.

Get up so I can do it again.

Oh, my God!

Real mature, you guys. You're both in your 30s.

Oh, Frank. I think you broke my nose.

Nose. Try my knuckles. Your head is like a rock.

- Are you done? - No. Just round one.

Look, if Mom was here,

she would be ashamed of all of us.

Mom would be here if Frank hadn't

left her on the coffee table!

Hey, where are you going?

To get away from you two.

Wait. No, no, no. Wait. We gotta be miserable together.

Ow. - Wait.

- Stop. - Wait!

Elena?

Elena?

I know you can hear me right now,

and at this moment, you are so no longer my favorite person.

All right. Let's do this.

Okay.

If anything is attached to me when I get to the other side...

Oh, crap.

Hello, piranhas.

Soup's on. There's plenty for everyone.

- Hey, Bridget. - Hmm. What is it, Francis?

Look, I'm sorry that I said

that you were to blame for Mom and Dad separating.

Me too.

It's an unbelievably horrible thing to say to a kid.

- Then why did you say it? - I don't know.

Maybe because as a teenager hurting the way that we were,

you just lay blame anywhere you can.

Yeah, except on Dad,

who was the one who actually abandoned us.

Look, my teen years were a minefield of regret,

and I feel about a thousand times worse about this

than, you know, stealing money from Mom's purse.

Well, it would have been nice to hear this

from both of you 15 years ago, but hey, better late.

There you are.

Do you have any idea what I've just been doing?

Yes. Joy, bravo. Well done.

So much for what you can and can't do.

Now, tell me, what do you feel exactly?

And don't say irritated.

Well, I guess

I do feel powerful.

Mm-hmm.

- Fierce. - Yes, I can see that.

What else?

- Maybe a little triumphant. - You are.

In other words?

Joy. I'm Joy of the jungle.

Yes. Come on.

Oh!

What is this?

It's so beautiful.

Oh, it's so beautiful. Oh.

It's cacao?

Mm-hmm.

Cacao.

It's chocolate, but this is...

Ah!

It's extraordinary.

Hey, uh.

If we're doing, uh, apologies or whatever,

I'm sorry that I left everything

to the two of you during Mom's final months.

Well, you know, it's probably for the best, right?

It would've been such a pain having you around

telling us what to do, so.

That's true.

And Frank, I'm sorry I blew off your wedding.

I'll come to the next one.

- Oh. - You know,

if you can get someone else to agree to marry you.

Well, you know, I was actually thinking

about giving Kathy Gable a call.

Oh, really? Well, you have my blessing.

Hey, um,

I know you were just trying to step up

when Dad left.

We did not make it easy for you.

Well, I guess we also have some growing up to do.

Yeah.

- You really do. - We believe in you.

- Yeah. - Have you learned nothing?

- No, we're flawless. - We're totally perfect.

Oh, look, Mom's waiting for us.

It is so nice to see the Summers kids smiling.

Should have held on to my basket.

This place has been the pride

of the Island for generations.

Frank.

They're heavier than you think you're gonna be too.

And Ross. Is that Bridget? Oh, God. She's so grown up.

And look at you. So self-assured.

They don't smell like chocolate.

Think the chocolate's inside, Ross.

- It's incredible. - It's in the future?

Yeah.

That and what I always dreamed of.

They're just...

- Wow. - Getting along so well.

So much joy.

Well, you deserve the same.

It's not too late. It's your time.

You know what? I agree.

Enough of this being realistic.

This joyful warrior knows exactly what she's gonna do.

- Build an empire? - And you're gonna help.

So these cacao seeds are the secret to mom's truffles?

The essential ingredient.

Why didn't mom tell us about any of this when she was alive?

'Cause your mother know that you wouldn't appreciate

what it all meant until this very moment.

Now, if you guys agree...

I think this is the perfect place for her.

You gotta hand it to Mom.

She always knew.

To Mom.

both: To Mom.

Are you mad?

Less mad the more you kiss me.

Well, anticipation has been killing me.

I have made good truffles,

and I have made very good truffles,

but these...

Let me see. Let me see.

Mmm! Perfect.

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

I can't be humble. They are perfect.

You did it.

You found your joy-- the kind that lasts.

Yeah.

And not to diminish my own contributions,

but I couldn't have done it without you.

Thank you, Elena.

Thank you.

And we are in business now together,

so I'm gonna talk to you very soon.

Gonna miss you.

Oh, I'm gonna miss you, too, Joy.

Hey, by the way, you're killing it in that suit.

Cora, I made something special for you.

Let's do this.

Thank you for everything, Ms. Roarke.

Of course.

Yeah, this may come as a shock,

but now that we know how our mom's company

came to be and what makes it what it is,

Bridge and Ross are dead set on holding onto it.

But we can't risk losing access

to our product's cornerstone ingredient.

And I would never jeopardize my own truffle supply.

The arrangement I made with your mother must stay as is.

Agreed? - Agreed.

Safe travels, guys.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

You three, stay out of the cockpit.

I'm serious. - Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Go, go, go, go.

- Come here. - Ooh.

Not that I'm complaining, but our previous pilot, Cora,

would have never given me a kiss like that.

Cora didn't know what she was missing, did she?

You're used to this kinda of lifestyle, right?

- Yeah, thank you. - Ah, nice one.

You have to share. Oh, my God. Jesus.

Sorry. Sorry. Last time. Promise.

Oh, my. I'm exhausted. Satisfied.

Hmm. Same.