Fantasy Island (1977–1984): Season 1, Episode 16 - Call Me Lucky/Torch Singer - full transcript
A career gambler's dream of winning every game he plays has a monkey wrench thrown into it by the sudden arrival of his young son; and a woman wants to go back to the 1920s to be a successful torch singer, like her grandmother.
The plane! The plane!
Ah, there you are, Tat...
A bit, uh, affectatious
today, aren't we?
It's part of my new image.
Indeed. And, uh, what sort of
image did you have in mind?
I want to be more like
you... Strong, silent,
mysterious.
They say that, uh, imitation
is the sincerest form of flattery.
I thank you, Tattoo. Uh, but, uh,
why do you wish to be like me?
To attract more
broads, just like you.
Ladies, Tattoo.
We call them ladies.
Not the kind I've
been attracting.
Smiles, everyone. Smiles.
Mr. Harry Beamus, New York City.
He looks like a nice man.
Oh, yes.
Everyone likes good old Harry.
He'll give you the shirt off his
back, when he has it to give.
You mean, another freeloader?
Rest easy, my mercenary friend.
Mr. Beamus is a paying guest,
thanks to a 30-1 long shot
that won by three lengths.
- Oh, a gambler.
- Mm-hmm.
Maybe I can interest him in
a friendly game of chance?
That would be most
unwise and costly.
You see, Tattoo,
Mr. Beamus's fantasy...
is one shared by every
gambler the world over.
For this weekend, Mr. Beamus
is going to become...
the luckiest man in the world.
Uh, the young lady
is Miss Edith Garvey.
Her life's ambition
is to be a singer.
Miss Garvey wants to be a
very special type of singer, Tattoo.
She wants to be a torch singer,
like her grandmother was in
Chicago during the Roaring '20s.
Boss, that could cost a fortune.
She could even
get hurt or killed.
My dear guests, I am
Mr. Roarke, your host.
Welcome to Fantasy Island.
What are you reading, Tattoo?
Oh, it's a new book to
go with my new image.
The title is, How To
Speak With More Color.
Oh.
Hark! Who knocks at yonder door?
How was that, boss?
Oh, splendid, Tattoo.
Hi. Oh, hi.
Ah, Mr. Beamus. Come in.
Mr. Roarke. Well, are you
ready to begin your fantasy?
I'm in the starting
gate, ready to go.
Good. Sit down, please.
Ah, Tattoo.
What? No. Not for me. It's a little too
early in the day for booze. Thank you.
Ah, but this is something
very special, Mr. Beamus.
Have you ever heard
of Diamond Jim Brady?
Diamond Jim? Sure.
Why, in his time, he was just
about the luckiest dude going.
They say everything he touched
turned to gold. My sort of guy.
Well, then you should surely appreciate
the elixir contained in that goblet.
Ah, it came from Diamond
Jim Brady's private stock.
And magic too.
- Magic?
- Uh, Tattoo.
It is said Mr. Brady
always fortified himself...
with a little glass
of this special elixir,
uh, before entering into
any business negotiations.
And, uh, as you say,
he was just about the
luckiest "dude" around.
Let me get this straight.
All I have to do is drink some of
that stuff, and my fantasy begins?
Why don't you
try it and find out?
Okay.
A $20 bill. I found a $20 bill.
Ah, there, you see? Your
luck is changing already.
Well, this certainly
looks like your lucky day.
Two lucky days, Mr. Roarke.
That's what you promised me.
Two days I've waited
for all of my life.
Well, come on, Andrew
Jackson. I got big plans for you.
Well, enjoy, Mr. Beamus. Enjoy.
Thank you,
Mr. Roarke. Thank you.
Boss, that was my $20 bill.
Oh, cheer up, Tattoo.
Think of your new image.
Surely there is a colorful quote
to cover the loss of your money.
- There is?
- Yes.
Finders keepers, losers weepers.
How do I look?
Splendid. The perfect
flapper, hey, Tattoo?
A real red-hot mama.
Oh, thank you.
Well, how do I begin?
Ah, but now the first thing you must
remember is the name Kitty Abilene.
That will be your name, your
professional billing, during your fantasy.
Kitty Abilene.
Your transportation to
Chicago and the Roaring '20s.
- You... You can
really do that?
- Oh, indeed.
Many, many people who still
remember the Roaring '20s...
as glamorous,
exciting, romantic,
want to relive them, and they
all come to Fantasy Island.
Oh, I'm getting
so excited already.
Well, then I suggest you get
started. You have a long way to go.
That's right. Fifty
years backwards.
Good-bye, Edith!
And hello, Kitty.
All right. Come on now.
Two sixes. That's all I want.
Two sixes. Here we go.
Yeah! Read 'em and weep.
- Unbelievable!
- Come on. Pay up. Eighty dollars.
Let's go. Come on.
One, two. That's beautiful.
Thank you, sir. Come again.
How 'bout you,
pal? A little try?
Are you kidding? Playing
with you is kamikaze time.
I never saw anything
like it. Name's Harry, right?
Yeah. Harry Beamus.
You can call me Lucky.
Okay, Lucky. Let us in. What
have you got? A new system?
No system. I got a streak
goin', that's all. I'm hot. I'm hot.
Then why aren't you
playing the horses?
- They got a horse parlor
on this island?
- I'm going there right now.
Lead the way, pal. Come on.
Lead the way. Yoo-hoo! Lucky?
Yeah. Mind if I tag along?
Oh, I'd love you to tag along. What
do I look, senile? Come on, let's... Oh.
How 'bout me, Lucky? Yeah.
You too. You can tag along.
All I need now is a redhead,
and I got a matched set.
Will I do, Lucky?
Oh, will you do?
Yes, you'll do. Thank
you, Mr. Roarke! Let's go!
It's Harry's Pal in
front by 12 lengths,
and down the stretch they come.
Harry's Pal pulling away
from the field. Come on!
Harry's Pal now going away
by 14, and here's the finish.
It's Harry's Pal an
easy winner! Yeah!
I knew it! I knew it!
Come on!
Hey, there you
go. Cash those in.
Lucky, how do you do
it? Three winners in a row.
It's luck, darlin'.
Strictly luck.
Lucky? Why, he's
got the Midas touch.
Hey, thank you.
Mr. Beamus? Yeah.
Who do you like
on the next race?
We'll put everything I got on
Zim Zam. You do the same.
Zim Zam? I don't know about
that. Let's talk this one over here.
You don't wanna do it? Okay.
All right. You heard what the
man said. Everything on Zim Zam.
Zim Zam to win. You're covered.
There will be a
change of jockeys.
A jockey change will be announced
for number three, Zim Zam.
Kitty. Kitty Abilene!
Am I glad to see you.
Here, keep the
change. Who are you?
Who am I? Don't tell me you don't
know your own agent, Joe Passi.
Uh, you've been
waiting here for me?
Why else would I be
pounding the pavement like
this, especially with
my ulcer kicking up?
Come on. We're on
our way to my office.
We'll stop there, you'll sign the
papers, I'll get you all dolled up.
- I want you
to look good for Big Al.
- Who's Big Al?
Sweetheart, let's stop
playing games, huh?
- I'll go through it
just one more time.
- Please.
Now Big Al's comic, the one
he stole from Bugsy McGowan,
he gets his throat cut by Bugsy.
In a fit of temper,
no doubt. He's dead?
No, he's in the hospital. For
once he's the one in stitches.
A comic in stitches. You get it?
Anyway, Big Al needs somebody
fast to go on for him at the Kit Kat Club,
and I sell him
you, sight unseen.
Me?
Yeah, sweetheart. It's
the break of a lifetime.
If he likes you,
the sky's the limit.
Oh, but what if he
doesn't like me?
Oh, then you and I
are in very large trouble.
- But if you don't wanna give it a try...
- Oh, I do. Yes, I do.
What are we waiting
for? Come on. Let's go.
A gap of two-and-a-half lengths
between Boilin' Bert, Lucky Lenny,
and trailing the field by
some 10 lengths, Zim Zam.
They move to the head of the
stretch and turning for home.
It's Solid Impact in front, Lucky Lenny
is second, and Fearless Fred is third.
It's Lucky Lenny, Fearless
Fred, Solid Impact and Zim Zam.
Zim Zam! Here comes Zim Zam,
swinging to the middle of the track,
and here comes Zim
Zam with a bold move.
He's ninth. He's eighth.
Come on! Come on, Zim Zam!
He's coming through
between horses.
He's caught Fearless Fred.
He's fourth. He's third. Come on!
Here comes Zim Zam. He's
second and coming down the wire.
It's Lucky Lenny on the inside, Zim Zam
on the outside. Come on, Zim Zam! Yes!
It's stride for stride as they
come to the wire. Come on!
The winner by a nose is
Lucky Lenny, Zim Zam second,
and Fearless Fred
got up for the show.
What happened?
Mr. Roarke, where are
you when I need you?
Ladies and gentlemen,
please hold all tickets.
Repeat... Please
hold all tickets.
The inquiry sign
has just been posted.
Attention... The stewards
have disqualified Lucky Lenny...
for interference
through the stretch.
The official winner is Zim Zam!
This race is official.
Zim Zam, the winner, due
to disqualification, paid $72...
Hear that? Zim Zam. Let's... Oh.
Hey, that's mine,
right? Thank you.
Placed third, $3.60 to show.
Time of the race, one
minute, 36 and 2/5th second.
Good afternoon, Mr. Beamus.
Is everything satisfactory?
Like I died and went
to heaven, Mr. Roarke.
That good, huh?
Well, I'm very pleased.
I'm pleased too. Thank you.
Thank you very much.
Hi, boss.
Tattoo,
taking advantage of a guest's
fantasy for personal gain...
is shameful.
What do you have
to say for yourself?
Wait a minute, boss.
"Money is not
the root of all evil.
No money is."
Fred sent me.
♪♪
That's him, doll... the one you
gotta play to. Big Al Carlucci.
Make that mug cry, and, like
I told you, the sky's the limit.
♪♪
Well, you're on, kid. Let's go.
Sweetheart, don't be nervous.
Just give the man your music.
You can read, can't you?
I can read anything you
can put on paper. Neil Martin.
Kitty Abilene. Nice to meet you.
Hey, let's get with it.
Come on. Big Al is waitin'.
Which key, miss? Uh, B-flat.
Yeah, yeah. B-flat. B-flat.
Ladies and gentlemen, the
Club Kit Kat is proud to present...
that new singing
sensation, Miss Kitty Abilene!
Let me tell you,
this better be good...
or that crumb bum agent'll be
looking for a concrete overcoat.
♪♪
♪ 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, give me ♪
Isn't she wonderful?
♪ What I cry for ♪
Well, what do you say, Big
Al? Would I steer you wrong?
Has she got it, or has she
got it? ♪ That I'd die for ♪
All right. So she's got it.
♪ You know ♪ Who
needs a schlockin' comic?
♪ You made me ♪ Hey, hey,
I got me a real "chantoozy" star.
♪ Love you ♪♪
The winner for
our dance contest,
Mr. Harry Beamus
and his lovely partner!
Lucky. Fill it up here.
Come on! Beautiful.
Ahh!
Mr. Beamus, I must
talk to you. Yeah, well...
Ah, now, please. Okay.
Don't go away. Don't go away.
♪♪
Before you say anything,
Mr. Roarke, may I tell you something?
I owe you. You really came
through. This is the best fantasy.
I can't tell you.
Uh, Mr. Beamus, a, uh, cablegram
has arrived from your ex-wife.
Hey, I sent the alimony. Oh, no.
This has nothing to do with alimony.
Your ex-wife's sister, uh,
Blanche, has been taken ill. Yeah.
And that's it? Yes.
Blanche is sick? Yes.
Mr. Roarke, Blanche
is a hypochondriac.
She wouldn't be happy
unless she was sick.
I see. Well, in any event, um, your ex-wife
had to leave New York, uh, hurriedly...
to care for her sister,
and, uh, she sent something
along for safekeeping.
That's my son, Joey.
- Hi, Dad.
- Joey.
Dad.
Aren't you glad to see me, Dad?
Sure, I'm glad to see you. I'm
always glad to see you. Give me a hug.
Joey, you'll get tennis elbow
from that much brushing.
Let's go. Come on.
Why do I have to
go to bed so early?
Early? Since when has 11:30
been early for an 11-year-old?
Now, come on.
Hit the sack. Okay.
Let's see those teeth. Good.
You know, it's good to see
you. It's good to see you too.
How's your mama?
She's okay.
She, uh...
She been seeing
anyone special lately?
Just a couple of chumps.
You know, real suckers.
Not high rollers like us.
What kind of
language is that, Joey?
Our kind, Dad. Right?
Right. Good night, champ.
Good night, Dad.
You going back to the party?
Well, I'd planned to,
but... suddenly I
don't feel much like it.
Hello, Mr. Ames. How good to
see you. Please come in. Come in.
I-I hope I'm not
disturbing you, Mr. Roarke.
Oh, not at all, Mr. Ames.
Not at all. Come in.
I just wanted to
stop by to say thanks.
Well, I assume the fantasy
you requested has been fulfilled.
Oh, in spades, Mr. Roarke.
In spades.
There I was, standing
in the meadow,
and the spaceship landed.
It wasn't more than a hundred yards
from me. Oh, it sounds most exciting.
But that's not the end of it.
A little green man got
out, and we conversed.
Indeed. What about?
Well, I... I'm not quite sure.
I... I was very nervous,
and he spoke with an accent.
Martian, I expect.
Oh, I can't wait to get home.
I'll be the talk of the U.F.O.
Club for weeks to come!
Thank you. Thank you.
Now, can I get out of this
ridiculous outfit? Huh, boss?
So, that's what it is. You
have a Martian accent.
Ahh.
I still can't believe last
night really happened.
And today...
Oh, it's been the nicest, the
sweetest afternoon of my life.
Thank you, Neil. Don't thank me.
It's been one of the nicest
afternoons of my life too.
Well, then I hope we spend a
lot of afternoons together. Whoa!
Whoop! Come on!
Okay. Okay. Whoa!
Ohh! Whew! I'm gettin' old.
Hey, you know, you
were sensational last night.
And with Big Al behind you, you
can be as big a star as you wanna be.
You've already been in all the
papers. You're riding on a magic carpet.
Ah!
Well, it's big enough for two.
What's your dream, Neil? You
must have one. Everyone has.
Not to spend the
rest of my life...
playing in places
like the Kit Kat Club.
Well, then what? You
really wanna know?
I really do.
Well, then come with me,
back to my room. Will you?
Of course. Okay. Come on.
How's it goin', Dad?
Not too good, Joey.
I need a 10 to win.
See if we can do it.
Yeah! Great shot, Dad!
Yeah, wasn't that
bad at all. Yeah.
Give you a chance
to get even. No way.
Then pay up. Let's
go. Willie. You too.
Here you are, Lucky.
You did it again.
That'll teach you to bet against
me, okay? Was that great?
Yeah. Having a good
time? Enjoying yourself?
This place is just like
the Fontainebleau.
Remember the time we went
down there for the dog races?
That's the time we made the killing on
the exacta. Those were really great times.
Listen. Wait a minute. Here's five bucks.
Get yourself a soda pop, anything you want.
Thanks, but there isn't time. The
horse parlor opens in 10 minutes.
- Yeah, but... - Yeah, Harry.
Let's go to the horse parlor.
We can go to the horse
parlor anytime, okay?
Wouldn't you rather hang
around here and play?
No way, man! I wanna
be where the real action is.
- I'll see you as soon
as I get dressed.
- Yeah, but, Joey...
Come on, Harry. Come on.
Come on, Harry. Let's go. Okay?
♪♪
♪♪
That was beautiful.
Why did you stop?
That's all there is. The
concerto was never finished.
Why haven't you finished it?
I don't know. No one's ever cared
about me and my music before.
Well, someone is now...
More than interested.
Will you promise
me you'll finish it?
Okay, I promise.
And I'll dedicate it to you.
The track conditions
for the third course...
will be listed as firm.
And, ladies and gentlemen, you're
reminded there will be an exacta...
Thank you.
Hey, there you go,
kid. Oh, thanks, Dad.
We're doing okay, huh? Yeah.
There.
Oh, thanks, Dad. Okay.
Who do you like in the race
after next? Let's see. I don't know.
Let's take a look.
Who do you like?
Ah, I like Dandy Jim.
Dandy Jim? Ha.
Okay. Dandy Jim it is.
How's school going, champ?
Ah, I haven't been going much.
What do you mean by that?
Dad, it's too big a hassle.
Hassle? What kind
of talk is that, Joey?
Hey, Lucky, you're missing
the race. Hey! Not now.
But don't you want to
hear... I said not now!
Dad, the race. Does your mother
know you've been cutting school?
Are you kidding? She'd kill me.
Hey, listen. School's important,
Joey. You gotta get an education.
Well, you never
got an education.
Well, that's different. How?
What's happening to you, Joey?
Don't worry about
me, Dad. I'll be fine.
- Sure. That's what you think.
- No, really.
See, I'm gonna grow up and
be a real winner just like you.
♪♪
♪♪ Thank you,
boys. Nice job. Nice job.
And now, ladies and gentlemen,
the Club Kit Kat is
proud to present...
Big Al's new singing sensation,
the girl all Chicago's
talkin' about...
and the star of our show,
Miss Kitty Abilene!
♪♪
♪ Love me or leave me ♪
♪ And let me be lonely ♪
♪ You won't believe me ♪
♪ And I love you only ♪
♪ I'd rather be lonely ♪
♪ Than happy with
somebody else ♪♪
Everybody just stay where you
are, and no one's gonna get hurt!
Wait a minute.
This ain't kosher.
I pay off everybody down at City Hall,
from the men's room janitor to the mayor.
And they're raiding my joint? Remind
me to call His Honor in the morning.
Hey. Hey, Big Al.
Don't we know that big
palooka? He ain't no real cop.
That's Bruce Malone.
He's Bugsy's hooligan.
Say, what in the hell's
going on around here?
Would you, uh,
like me to tell you, Big Al?
Bugsy.
You stole my comic.
Got all Chicago laughing at me. You
think I'm gonna let you get away with that?
And just what do you think
you're gonna do about it?
I'm gonna grab your new
canary. Moose, bring the broad.
Sure thing, boss.
No! Hey, wait a minute.
She's not gonna be any good unless I
play for her. Oh, yeah? So you come too.
Oh! Let me go! Help!
Oh, I hate that punk.
That dirty, lousy scum.
Up till now I've been easy.
Just wait. Come on. Let's go.
Strange that a man
of your unlimited luck...
would spend his time
pitching cards into a hat.
Suddenly I don't feel
so lucky, Mr. Roarke.
Oh? Surely all is in order.
Tattoo tells me you have had
considerable success betting on the horses.
Sure. Horses. Cards.
Dice. Dames.
I can't lose, except
maybe as a father.
You know what my son's
ambition is, Mr. Roarke?
He wants to be just like me.
Oh. You must be very proud.
Proud?
I'm a bum, Mr. Roarke,
a two-bit gambler.
Nobody'd want their
kid to be like me.
But in your son's eyes
you are a very big man.
Well, that's a lie.
I'm not a big man.
I'm a man who once lost
his car on a sure thing,
lost his house
on a World Series,
and lost his family and any decent
friends 'cause he couldn't stop gambling.
The boy only knows what he sees,
and, uh, he loves you
very much, Mr. Beamus.
And I love him.
I love him more than
anything in the world,
and that's what's gonna hurt.
Hi, Dad.
What are you doing
with my suitcase?
I'm sending you home
where you belong.
Home?
But I wanna stay here with you.
No chance.
- D-Did I do something wrong?
- Yes, you did something wrong.
You came here to
Fantasy Island uninvited.
I was having a ball, a
real ball, till you showed up.
But I thought you'd
be glad to see me.
Yeah, well, you were wrong.
I was putting on a big front.
Dad, please don't send me home.
What's the matter with
you? Can't you understand?
Are you stupid or something?
You're cutting into my action.
Let me tell you something.
Your old man's a loner, a drifter.
No ties. I come
and go as I please.
I do what I want when I want.
And I can't operate
like that with a
snot-nosed kid like you
hanging around my neck!
But you said you love me.
So what else is new? I lied.
Anyway, love is
strictly for suckers.
Dad, please
don't talk like that.
I wanna stay with you forever.
Living with Mom is no fun.
She's nothing but a square.
Don't you ever say
anything against your mother!
Do you understand?
I understand. Please,
Dad. Can't we be friends?
You really are
stupid, aren't you?
You never heard a word I said.
I'm gonna arrange with Roarke
to have you on that morning plane,
and until then,
stay out of my life!
Look what we got, folks!
Snatched right off
the stage at the Kit Kat,
Big Al's prize canary,
Miss Kitty Abilene.
All right.
All right, sweetheart. Give.
You expect me to sing?
I expect you to knock 'em dead.
You remember that
comic in the hospital?
Come on. It's okay. Just relax.
"Love Me Or Leave Me"?
That's fine.
♪♪
♪ Love me or leave me ♪
♪ And let me be lonely ♪
♪ You won't believe me ♪
♪ And I love you only ♪
♪ I'd rather be
lonely than... ♪♪
It's Big Al, out front
with his whole gang!
I've worked at this club before.
In the kitchen there's an icebox.
Next to it is a delivery window.
You can get through it. Now go!
My music! I'll get it!
No! I can't leave without
you. Will you get out of here?
Hurry. Hurry,
before it's too late.
Mr. Roarke.
Come. Come. No, I can't.
Come. Come. You-You
must get out of here. Please.
Fortunately, I have the best
wheelman in the business.
How can he reach the brake?
Brake? What's the brake?
Come on.
We can't leave, not now. I've got
to find Neil. He has to come with us.
Your fantasy is over,
Kitty. Miss Garvey.
Better to just leave.
No. No! I've got to go back!
Miss Garvey. Miss Garvey!
You won't like it.
Neil!
Neil!
Neil.
It's Kitty. I've come back.
Neil?
Neil!
I'm sorry, Miss Garvey,
but I told you,
your fantasy's over.
As you can tell from
the dust and cobwebs,
no one has been
here for 50 years.
Well, hello, Joey.
Mr. Roarke, it's not fair.
It's just not fair. What?
My fantasy didn't come
true, and you promised.
I promised to reunite you
and your father. Now, that I did.
But I meant it for keeps.
Joey, your father is sending
you away for your own good.
It's not for my own good.
I wanna stay with him.
Sit down, Joey. Sit down.
Joey, you told your father...
you wanted to grow up and
be just like him, didn't you?
Mm-hmm. Well,
that frightened him.
Why? Because your
father doesn't like what he is.
He's a winner. Not always, Joey.
As a matter of fact, very
seldom is he a winner.
Because of his gambling,
he lost you and your mother.
Those were the
biggest losses of all.
Oh, your father loves you, Joey,
so much so that he's
trying to drive you away...
to prevent you from
following in his footsteps.
Don't you see?
Well, that's the reason I acted
that way, so he would like me,
and... and then we
could stay together.
The trouble is,
he doesn't like himself
and he never will,
not until he gives up gambling.
Well, maybe I can help him give
it up. Do I still have to go home?
I'm afraid so, Joey.
In that case, I think
you should refund me
the five dollars I paid
you for my fantasy.
Not so fast, my
friend. Not so fast.
I have a big overhead here.
Besides, your plane
doesn't leave until morning,
and a lot can happen
between now and then.
Come. Where?
You'll see.
Your 500,
and I raise... 5,000.
Five. Five more.
Joey has something
to tell you, Mr. Beamus.
You had no right to bring
him here, Mr. Roarke.
Talk to your son, Mr. Beamus.
It's important to you both.
Is it all right, fellas?
About a minute?
Joey.
What is it, Joey?
Well, it's just that...
I promise not to grow up and be
a gambler, if that's what you want.
What makes you think I care?
Something Mr. Roarke said.
Dad, please come home again.
I don't think that's
gonna be possible.
Sure, it is. Mom
still loves you.
How do you know that?
She said it. I heard
her tell Aunt Martha.
It won't work,
Joey. I'm a gambler.
You can quit. I know you can.
Please, Dad. At
least you can try.
Hey, Lucky! You
gonna play or not?
- What was it to me again?
- Five thousand.
Three, four,
five.
I call. What do you got?
Three 10's.
Beats me.
I guess Lucky
Beamus just retired.
Oh, Dad!
Good-bye.
I am very pleased to see
father and son leaving together.
Likewise, Mr. Roarke,
and I just wanna say...
coming to Fantasy Island
was the best bet I ever made.
You are going back to
your wife, Mr. Beamus?
If she'll have me, yep.
I finally realized the
luckiest man in the world...
was me when I had
my family together.
Come on, Dad. Let's get a
window seat. Thank you, Mr. Roarke.
Yes, Joey.
Good-bye, Mr. Beamus,
and, uh, good luck.
Right. Thank you.
Good-bye, Tattoo. Bye-bye.
Good-bye.
Bye.
Well, Miss Garvey, I hope your
fantasy was not a disappointment.
I wouldn't say it was
a disappointment.
I wouldn't wanna do it again,
but I wouldn't have missed it.
Showbiz in the Roaring
'20s was a real killer.
Uh, tell me something, Miss Garvey...
Are you still a Roaring '20s buff?
Oh, even more so
now that I've been there.
Then I'm truly pleased. Um, here
comes someone I think you know.
Neil! I can't believe...
Well, you're not the only one with a
fantasy on this island, Miss Garvey.
Neil. I came back
to find you, but...
By then the fantasy was over.
But that doesn't mean we
can't start a brand-new one.
Look, boss! I found a $20 bill!
Hmm. Perhaps it
belongs to Mr. Beamus.
- Oh, if you hurry,
you can catch him.
- Catch him?
Boss, you forgot a
very profound thing.
- Which one is that?
- Finders keepers.
- Ah, but you forgot
a more important one.
- I did?
You owe me $20 from
your salary advance.
Boss, that's not very profound.
All right. How
'bout this one then?
A fool and his money
are soon parted.
Boss! But...
Ah, there you are, Tat...
A bit, uh, affectatious
today, aren't we?
It's part of my new image.
Indeed. And, uh, what sort of
image did you have in mind?
I want to be more like
you... Strong, silent,
mysterious.
They say that, uh, imitation
is the sincerest form of flattery.
I thank you, Tattoo. Uh, but, uh,
why do you wish to be like me?
To attract more
broads, just like you.
Ladies, Tattoo.
We call them ladies.
Not the kind I've
been attracting.
Smiles, everyone. Smiles.
Mr. Harry Beamus, New York City.
He looks like a nice man.
Oh, yes.
Everyone likes good old Harry.
He'll give you the shirt off his
back, when he has it to give.
You mean, another freeloader?
Rest easy, my mercenary friend.
Mr. Beamus is a paying guest,
thanks to a 30-1 long shot
that won by three lengths.
- Oh, a gambler.
- Mm-hmm.
Maybe I can interest him in
a friendly game of chance?
That would be most
unwise and costly.
You see, Tattoo,
Mr. Beamus's fantasy...
is one shared by every
gambler the world over.
For this weekend, Mr. Beamus
is going to become...
the luckiest man in the world.
Uh, the young lady
is Miss Edith Garvey.
Her life's ambition
is to be a singer.
Miss Garvey wants to be a
very special type of singer, Tattoo.
She wants to be a torch singer,
like her grandmother was in
Chicago during the Roaring '20s.
Boss, that could cost a fortune.
She could even
get hurt or killed.
My dear guests, I am
Mr. Roarke, your host.
Welcome to Fantasy Island.
What are you reading, Tattoo?
Oh, it's a new book to
go with my new image.
The title is, How To
Speak With More Color.
Oh.
Hark! Who knocks at yonder door?
How was that, boss?
Oh, splendid, Tattoo.
Hi. Oh, hi.
Ah, Mr. Beamus. Come in.
Mr. Roarke. Well, are you
ready to begin your fantasy?
I'm in the starting
gate, ready to go.
Good. Sit down, please.
Ah, Tattoo.
What? No. Not for me. It's a little too
early in the day for booze. Thank you.
Ah, but this is something
very special, Mr. Beamus.
Have you ever heard
of Diamond Jim Brady?
Diamond Jim? Sure.
Why, in his time, he was just
about the luckiest dude going.
They say everything he touched
turned to gold. My sort of guy.
Well, then you should surely appreciate
the elixir contained in that goblet.
Ah, it came from Diamond
Jim Brady's private stock.
And magic too.
- Magic?
- Uh, Tattoo.
It is said Mr. Brady
always fortified himself...
with a little glass
of this special elixir,
uh, before entering into
any business negotiations.
And, uh, as you say,
he was just about the
luckiest "dude" around.
Let me get this straight.
All I have to do is drink some of
that stuff, and my fantasy begins?
Why don't you
try it and find out?
Okay.
A $20 bill. I found a $20 bill.
Ah, there, you see? Your
luck is changing already.
Well, this certainly
looks like your lucky day.
Two lucky days, Mr. Roarke.
That's what you promised me.
Two days I've waited
for all of my life.
Well, come on, Andrew
Jackson. I got big plans for you.
Well, enjoy, Mr. Beamus. Enjoy.
Thank you,
Mr. Roarke. Thank you.
Boss, that was my $20 bill.
Oh, cheer up, Tattoo.
Think of your new image.
Surely there is a colorful quote
to cover the loss of your money.
- There is?
- Yes.
Finders keepers, losers weepers.
How do I look?
Splendid. The perfect
flapper, hey, Tattoo?
A real red-hot mama.
Oh, thank you.
Well, how do I begin?
Ah, but now the first thing you must
remember is the name Kitty Abilene.
That will be your name, your
professional billing, during your fantasy.
Kitty Abilene.
Your transportation to
Chicago and the Roaring '20s.
- You... You can
really do that?
- Oh, indeed.
Many, many people who still
remember the Roaring '20s...
as glamorous,
exciting, romantic,
want to relive them, and they
all come to Fantasy Island.
Oh, I'm getting
so excited already.
Well, then I suggest you get
started. You have a long way to go.
That's right. Fifty
years backwards.
Good-bye, Edith!
And hello, Kitty.
All right. Come on now.
Two sixes. That's all I want.
Two sixes. Here we go.
Yeah! Read 'em and weep.
- Unbelievable!
- Come on. Pay up. Eighty dollars.
Let's go. Come on.
One, two. That's beautiful.
Thank you, sir. Come again.
How 'bout you,
pal? A little try?
Are you kidding? Playing
with you is kamikaze time.
I never saw anything
like it. Name's Harry, right?
Yeah. Harry Beamus.
You can call me Lucky.
Okay, Lucky. Let us in. What
have you got? A new system?
No system. I got a streak
goin', that's all. I'm hot. I'm hot.
Then why aren't you
playing the horses?
- They got a horse parlor
on this island?
- I'm going there right now.
Lead the way, pal. Come on.
Lead the way. Yoo-hoo! Lucky?
Yeah. Mind if I tag along?
Oh, I'd love you to tag along. What
do I look, senile? Come on, let's... Oh.
How 'bout me, Lucky? Yeah.
You too. You can tag along.
All I need now is a redhead,
and I got a matched set.
Will I do, Lucky?
Oh, will you do?
Yes, you'll do. Thank
you, Mr. Roarke! Let's go!
It's Harry's Pal in
front by 12 lengths,
and down the stretch they come.
Harry's Pal pulling away
from the field. Come on!
Harry's Pal now going away
by 14, and here's the finish.
It's Harry's Pal an
easy winner! Yeah!
I knew it! I knew it!
Come on!
Hey, there you
go. Cash those in.
Lucky, how do you do
it? Three winners in a row.
It's luck, darlin'.
Strictly luck.
Lucky? Why, he's
got the Midas touch.
Hey, thank you.
Mr. Beamus? Yeah.
Who do you like
on the next race?
We'll put everything I got on
Zim Zam. You do the same.
Zim Zam? I don't know about
that. Let's talk this one over here.
You don't wanna do it? Okay.
All right. You heard what the
man said. Everything on Zim Zam.
Zim Zam to win. You're covered.
There will be a
change of jockeys.
A jockey change will be announced
for number three, Zim Zam.
Kitty. Kitty Abilene!
Am I glad to see you.
Here, keep the
change. Who are you?
Who am I? Don't tell me you don't
know your own agent, Joe Passi.
Uh, you've been
waiting here for me?
Why else would I be
pounding the pavement like
this, especially with
my ulcer kicking up?
Come on. We're on
our way to my office.
We'll stop there, you'll sign the
papers, I'll get you all dolled up.
- I want you
to look good for Big Al.
- Who's Big Al?
Sweetheart, let's stop
playing games, huh?
- I'll go through it
just one more time.
- Please.
Now Big Al's comic, the one
he stole from Bugsy McGowan,
he gets his throat cut by Bugsy.
In a fit of temper,
no doubt. He's dead?
No, he's in the hospital. For
once he's the one in stitches.
A comic in stitches. You get it?
Anyway, Big Al needs somebody
fast to go on for him at the Kit Kat Club,
and I sell him
you, sight unseen.
Me?
Yeah, sweetheart. It's
the break of a lifetime.
If he likes you,
the sky's the limit.
Oh, but what if he
doesn't like me?
Oh, then you and I
are in very large trouble.
- But if you don't wanna give it a try...
- Oh, I do. Yes, I do.
What are we waiting
for? Come on. Let's go.
A gap of two-and-a-half lengths
between Boilin' Bert, Lucky Lenny,
and trailing the field by
some 10 lengths, Zim Zam.
They move to the head of the
stretch and turning for home.
It's Solid Impact in front, Lucky Lenny
is second, and Fearless Fred is third.
It's Lucky Lenny, Fearless
Fred, Solid Impact and Zim Zam.
Zim Zam! Here comes Zim Zam,
swinging to the middle of the track,
and here comes Zim
Zam with a bold move.
He's ninth. He's eighth.
Come on! Come on, Zim Zam!
He's coming through
between horses.
He's caught Fearless Fred.
He's fourth. He's third. Come on!
Here comes Zim Zam. He's
second and coming down the wire.
It's Lucky Lenny on the inside, Zim Zam
on the outside. Come on, Zim Zam! Yes!
It's stride for stride as they
come to the wire. Come on!
The winner by a nose is
Lucky Lenny, Zim Zam second,
and Fearless Fred
got up for the show.
What happened?
Mr. Roarke, where are
you when I need you?
Ladies and gentlemen,
please hold all tickets.
Repeat... Please
hold all tickets.
The inquiry sign
has just been posted.
Attention... The stewards
have disqualified Lucky Lenny...
for interference
through the stretch.
The official winner is Zim Zam!
This race is official.
Zim Zam, the winner, due
to disqualification, paid $72...
Hear that? Zim Zam. Let's... Oh.
Hey, that's mine,
right? Thank you.
Placed third, $3.60 to show.
Time of the race, one
minute, 36 and 2/5th second.
Good afternoon, Mr. Beamus.
Is everything satisfactory?
Like I died and went
to heaven, Mr. Roarke.
That good, huh?
Well, I'm very pleased.
I'm pleased too. Thank you.
Thank you very much.
Hi, boss.
Tattoo,
taking advantage of a guest's
fantasy for personal gain...
is shameful.
What do you have
to say for yourself?
Wait a minute, boss.
"Money is not
the root of all evil.
No money is."
Fred sent me.
♪♪
That's him, doll... the one you
gotta play to. Big Al Carlucci.
Make that mug cry, and, like
I told you, the sky's the limit.
♪♪
Well, you're on, kid. Let's go.
Sweetheart, don't be nervous.
Just give the man your music.
You can read, can't you?
I can read anything you
can put on paper. Neil Martin.
Kitty Abilene. Nice to meet you.
Hey, let's get with it.
Come on. Big Al is waitin'.
Which key, miss? Uh, B-flat.
Yeah, yeah. B-flat. B-flat.
Ladies and gentlemen, the
Club Kit Kat is proud to present...
that new singing
sensation, Miss Kitty Abilene!
Let me tell you,
this better be good...
or that crumb bum agent'll be
looking for a concrete overcoat.
♪♪
♪ 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, give me ♪
Isn't she wonderful?
♪ What I cry for ♪
Well, what do you say, Big
Al? Would I steer you wrong?
Has she got it, or has she
got it? ♪ That I'd die for ♪
All right. So she's got it.
♪ You know ♪ Who
needs a schlockin' comic?
♪ You made me ♪ Hey, hey,
I got me a real "chantoozy" star.
♪ Love you ♪♪
The winner for
our dance contest,
Mr. Harry Beamus
and his lovely partner!
Lucky. Fill it up here.
Come on! Beautiful.
Ahh!
Mr. Beamus, I must
talk to you. Yeah, well...
Ah, now, please. Okay.
Don't go away. Don't go away.
♪♪
Before you say anything,
Mr. Roarke, may I tell you something?
I owe you. You really came
through. This is the best fantasy.
I can't tell you.
Uh, Mr. Beamus, a, uh, cablegram
has arrived from your ex-wife.
Hey, I sent the alimony. Oh, no.
This has nothing to do with alimony.
Your ex-wife's sister, uh,
Blanche, has been taken ill. Yeah.
And that's it? Yes.
Blanche is sick? Yes.
Mr. Roarke, Blanche
is a hypochondriac.
She wouldn't be happy
unless she was sick.
I see. Well, in any event, um, your ex-wife
had to leave New York, uh, hurriedly...
to care for her sister,
and, uh, she sent something
along for safekeeping.
That's my son, Joey.
- Hi, Dad.
- Joey.
Dad.
Aren't you glad to see me, Dad?
Sure, I'm glad to see you. I'm
always glad to see you. Give me a hug.
Joey, you'll get tennis elbow
from that much brushing.
Let's go. Come on.
Why do I have to
go to bed so early?
Early? Since when has 11:30
been early for an 11-year-old?
Now, come on.
Hit the sack. Okay.
Let's see those teeth. Good.
You know, it's good to see
you. It's good to see you too.
How's your mama?
She's okay.
She, uh...
She been seeing
anyone special lately?
Just a couple of chumps.
You know, real suckers.
Not high rollers like us.
What kind of
language is that, Joey?
Our kind, Dad. Right?
Right. Good night, champ.
Good night, Dad.
You going back to the party?
Well, I'd planned to,
but... suddenly I
don't feel much like it.
Hello, Mr. Ames. How good to
see you. Please come in. Come in.
I-I hope I'm not
disturbing you, Mr. Roarke.
Oh, not at all, Mr. Ames.
Not at all. Come in.
I just wanted to
stop by to say thanks.
Well, I assume the fantasy
you requested has been fulfilled.
Oh, in spades, Mr. Roarke.
In spades.
There I was, standing
in the meadow,
and the spaceship landed.
It wasn't more than a hundred yards
from me. Oh, it sounds most exciting.
But that's not the end of it.
A little green man got
out, and we conversed.
Indeed. What about?
Well, I... I'm not quite sure.
I... I was very nervous,
and he spoke with an accent.
Martian, I expect.
Oh, I can't wait to get home.
I'll be the talk of the U.F.O.
Club for weeks to come!
Thank you. Thank you.
Now, can I get out of this
ridiculous outfit? Huh, boss?
So, that's what it is. You
have a Martian accent.
Ahh.
I still can't believe last
night really happened.
And today...
Oh, it's been the nicest, the
sweetest afternoon of my life.
Thank you, Neil. Don't thank me.
It's been one of the nicest
afternoons of my life too.
Well, then I hope we spend a
lot of afternoons together. Whoa!
Whoop! Come on!
Okay. Okay. Whoa!
Ohh! Whew! I'm gettin' old.
Hey, you know, you
were sensational last night.
And with Big Al behind you, you
can be as big a star as you wanna be.
You've already been in all the
papers. You're riding on a magic carpet.
Ah!
Well, it's big enough for two.
What's your dream, Neil? You
must have one. Everyone has.
Not to spend the
rest of my life...
playing in places
like the Kit Kat Club.
Well, then what? You
really wanna know?
I really do.
Well, then come with me,
back to my room. Will you?
Of course. Okay. Come on.
How's it goin', Dad?
Not too good, Joey.
I need a 10 to win.
See if we can do it.
Yeah! Great shot, Dad!
Yeah, wasn't that
bad at all. Yeah.
Give you a chance
to get even. No way.
Then pay up. Let's
go. Willie. You too.
Here you are, Lucky.
You did it again.
That'll teach you to bet against
me, okay? Was that great?
Yeah. Having a good
time? Enjoying yourself?
This place is just like
the Fontainebleau.
Remember the time we went
down there for the dog races?
That's the time we made the killing on
the exacta. Those were really great times.
Listen. Wait a minute. Here's five bucks.
Get yourself a soda pop, anything you want.
Thanks, but there isn't time. The
horse parlor opens in 10 minutes.
- Yeah, but... - Yeah, Harry.
Let's go to the horse parlor.
We can go to the horse
parlor anytime, okay?
Wouldn't you rather hang
around here and play?
No way, man! I wanna
be where the real action is.
- I'll see you as soon
as I get dressed.
- Yeah, but, Joey...
Come on, Harry. Come on.
Come on, Harry. Let's go. Okay?
♪♪
♪♪
That was beautiful.
Why did you stop?
That's all there is. The
concerto was never finished.
Why haven't you finished it?
I don't know. No one's ever cared
about me and my music before.
Well, someone is now...
More than interested.
Will you promise
me you'll finish it?
Okay, I promise.
And I'll dedicate it to you.
The track conditions
for the third course...
will be listed as firm.
And, ladies and gentlemen, you're
reminded there will be an exacta...
Thank you.
Hey, there you go,
kid. Oh, thanks, Dad.
We're doing okay, huh? Yeah.
There.
Oh, thanks, Dad. Okay.
Who do you like in the race
after next? Let's see. I don't know.
Let's take a look.
Who do you like?
Ah, I like Dandy Jim.
Dandy Jim? Ha.
Okay. Dandy Jim it is.
How's school going, champ?
Ah, I haven't been going much.
What do you mean by that?
Dad, it's too big a hassle.
Hassle? What kind
of talk is that, Joey?
Hey, Lucky, you're missing
the race. Hey! Not now.
But don't you want to
hear... I said not now!
Dad, the race. Does your mother
know you've been cutting school?
Are you kidding? She'd kill me.
Hey, listen. School's important,
Joey. You gotta get an education.
Well, you never
got an education.
Well, that's different. How?
What's happening to you, Joey?
Don't worry about
me, Dad. I'll be fine.
- Sure. That's what you think.
- No, really.
See, I'm gonna grow up and
be a real winner just like you.
♪♪
♪♪ Thank you,
boys. Nice job. Nice job.
And now, ladies and gentlemen,
the Club Kit Kat is
proud to present...
Big Al's new singing sensation,
the girl all Chicago's
talkin' about...
and the star of our show,
Miss Kitty Abilene!
♪♪
♪ Love me or leave me ♪
♪ And let me be lonely ♪
♪ You won't believe me ♪
♪ And I love you only ♪
♪ I'd rather be lonely ♪
♪ Than happy with
somebody else ♪♪
Everybody just stay where you
are, and no one's gonna get hurt!
Wait a minute.
This ain't kosher.
I pay off everybody down at City Hall,
from the men's room janitor to the mayor.
And they're raiding my joint? Remind
me to call His Honor in the morning.
Hey. Hey, Big Al.
Don't we know that big
palooka? He ain't no real cop.
That's Bruce Malone.
He's Bugsy's hooligan.
Say, what in the hell's
going on around here?
Would you, uh,
like me to tell you, Big Al?
Bugsy.
You stole my comic.
Got all Chicago laughing at me. You
think I'm gonna let you get away with that?
And just what do you think
you're gonna do about it?
I'm gonna grab your new
canary. Moose, bring the broad.
Sure thing, boss.
No! Hey, wait a minute.
She's not gonna be any good unless I
play for her. Oh, yeah? So you come too.
Oh! Let me go! Help!
Oh, I hate that punk.
That dirty, lousy scum.
Up till now I've been easy.
Just wait. Come on. Let's go.
Strange that a man
of your unlimited luck...
would spend his time
pitching cards into a hat.
Suddenly I don't feel
so lucky, Mr. Roarke.
Oh? Surely all is in order.
Tattoo tells me you have had
considerable success betting on the horses.
Sure. Horses. Cards.
Dice. Dames.
I can't lose, except
maybe as a father.
You know what my son's
ambition is, Mr. Roarke?
He wants to be just like me.
Oh. You must be very proud.
Proud?
I'm a bum, Mr. Roarke,
a two-bit gambler.
Nobody'd want their
kid to be like me.
But in your son's eyes
you are a very big man.
Well, that's a lie.
I'm not a big man.
I'm a man who once lost
his car on a sure thing,
lost his house
on a World Series,
and lost his family and any decent
friends 'cause he couldn't stop gambling.
The boy only knows what he sees,
and, uh, he loves you
very much, Mr. Beamus.
And I love him.
I love him more than
anything in the world,
and that's what's gonna hurt.
Hi, Dad.
What are you doing
with my suitcase?
I'm sending you home
where you belong.
Home?
But I wanna stay here with you.
No chance.
- D-Did I do something wrong?
- Yes, you did something wrong.
You came here to
Fantasy Island uninvited.
I was having a ball, a
real ball, till you showed up.
But I thought you'd
be glad to see me.
Yeah, well, you were wrong.
I was putting on a big front.
Dad, please don't send me home.
What's the matter with
you? Can't you understand?
Are you stupid or something?
You're cutting into my action.
Let me tell you something.
Your old man's a loner, a drifter.
No ties. I come
and go as I please.
I do what I want when I want.
And I can't operate
like that with a
snot-nosed kid like you
hanging around my neck!
But you said you love me.
So what else is new? I lied.
Anyway, love is
strictly for suckers.
Dad, please
don't talk like that.
I wanna stay with you forever.
Living with Mom is no fun.
She's nothing but a square.
Don't you ever say
anything against your mother!
Do you understand?
I understand. Please,
Dad. Can't we be friends?
You really are
stupid, aren't you?
You never heard a word I said.
I'm gonna arrange with Roarke
to have you on that morning plane,
and until then,
stay out of my life!
Look what we got, folks!
Snatched right off
the stage at the Kit Kat,
Big Al's prize canary,
Miss Kitty Abilene.
All right.
All right, sweetheart. Give.
You expect me to sing?
I expect you to knock 'em dead.
You remember that
comic in the hospital?
Come on. It's okay. Just relax.
"Love Me Or Leave Me"?
That's fine.
♪♪
♪ Love me or leave me ♪
♪ And let me be lonely ♪
♪ You won't believe me ♪
♪ And I love you only ♪
♪ I'd rather be
lonely than... ♪♪
It's Big Al, out front
with his whole gang!
I've worked at this club before.
In the kitchen there's an icebox.
Next to it is a delivery window.
You can get through it. Now go!
My music! I'll get it!
No! I can't leave without
you. Will you get out of here?
Hurry. Hurry,
before it's too late.
Mr. Roarke.
Come. Come. No, I can't.
Come. Come. You-You
must get out of here. Please.
Fortunately, I have the best
wheelman in the business.
How can he reach the brake?
Brake? What's the brake?
Come on.
We can't leave, not now. I've got
to find Neil. He has to come with us.
Your fantasy is over,
Kitty. Miss Garvey.
Better to just leave.
No. No! I've got to go back!
Miss Garvey. Miss Garvey!
You won't like it.
Neil!
Neil!
Neil.
It's Kitty. I've come back.
Neil?
Neil!
I'm sorry, Miss Garvey,
but I told you,
your fantasy's over.
As you can tell from
the dust and cobwebs,
no one has been
here for 50 years.
Well, hello, Joey.
Mr. Roarke, it's not fair.
It's just not fair. What?
My fantasy didn't come
true, and you promised.
I promised to reunite you
and your father. Now, that I did.
But I meant it for keeps.
Joey, your father is sending
you away for your own good.
It's not for my own good.
I wanna stay with him.
Sit down, Joey. Sit down.
Joey, you told your father...
you wanted to grow up and
be just like him, didn't you?
Mm-hmm. Well,
that frightened him.
Why? Because your
father doesn't like what he is.
He's a winner. Not always, Joey.
As a matter of fact, very
seldom is he a winner.
Because of his gambling,
he lost you and your mother.
Those were the
biggest losses of all.
Oh, your father loves you, Joey,
so much so that he's
trying to drive you away...
to prevent you from
following in his footsteps.
Don't you see?
Well, that's the reason I acted
that way, so he would like me,
and... and then we
could stay together.
The trouble is,
he doesn't like himself
and he never will,
not until he gives up gambling.
Well, maybe I can help him give
it up. Do I still have to go home?
I'm afraid so, Joey.
In that case, I think
you should refund me
the five dollars I paid
you for my fantasy.
Not so fast, my
friend. Not so fast.
I have a big overhead here.
Besides, your plane
doesn't leave until morning,
and a lot can happen
between now and then.
Come. Where?
You'll see.
Your 500,
and I raise... 5,000.
Five. Five more.
Joey has something
to tell you, Mr. Beamus.
You had no right to bring
him here, Mr. Roarke.
Talk to your son, Mr. Beamus.
It's important to you both.
Is it all right, fellas?
About a minute?
Joey.
What is it, Joey?
Well, it's just that...
I promise not to grow up and be
a gambler, if that's what you want.
What makes you think I care?
Something Mr. Roarke said.
Dad, please come home again.
I don't think that's
gonna be possible.
Sure, it is. Mom
still loves you.
How do you know that?
She said it. I heard
her tell Aunt Martha.
It won't work,
Joey. I'm a gambler.
You can quit. I know you can.
Please, Dad. At
least you can try.
Hey, Lucky! You
gonna play or not?
- What was it to me again?
- Five thousand.
Three, four,
five.
I call. What do you got?
Three 10's.
Beats me.
I guess Lucky
Beamus just retired.
Oh, Dad!
Good-bye.
I am very pleased to see
father and son leaving together.
Likewise, Mr. Roarke,
and I just wanna say...
coming to Fantasy Island
was the best bet I ever made.
You are going back to
your wife, Mr. Beamus?
If she'll have me, yep.
I finally realized the
luckiest man in the world...
was me when I had
my family together.
Come on, Dad. Let's get a
window seat. Thank you, Mr. Roarke.
Yes, Joey.
Good-bye, Mr. Beamus,
and, uh, good luck.
Right. Thank you.
Good-bye, Tattoo. Bye-bye.
Good-bye.
Bye.
Well, Miss Garvey, I hope your
fantasy was not a disappointment.
I wouldn't say it was
a disappointment.
I wouldn't wanna do it again,
but I wouldn't have missed it.
Showbiz in the Roaring
'20s was a real killer.
Uh, tell me something, Miss Garvey...
Are you still a Roaring '20s buff?
Oh, even more so
now that I've been there.
Then I'm truly pleased. Um, here
comes someone I think you know.
Neil! I can't believe...
Well, you're not the only one with a
fantasy on this island, Miss Garvey.
Neil. I came back
to find you, but...
By then the fantasy was over.
But that doesn't mean we
can't start a brand-new one.
Look, boss! I found a $20 bill!
Hmm. Perhaps it
belongs to Mr. Beamus.
- Oh, if you hurry,
you can catch him.
- Catch him?
Boss, you forgot a
very profound thing.
- Which one is that?
- Finders keepers.
- Ah, but you forgot
a more important one.
- I did?
You owe me $20 from
your salary advance.
Boss, that's not very profound.
All right. How
'bout this one then?
A fool and his money
are soon parted.
Boss! But...