Fantasy Island

- Ruby. - Mm?

Hi, sweet pea. - Mel!

Oh, it really is you.

It really is me.

- Why did you sneak up on me like that, old man?

- You weren't expecting me? - No.

- Oh. - But how did you get here?

No clue.

Suddenly, I was just walking through the door.

I assumed you had arranged it, you know, island magic style.

- Roarke, she knows how much I've been missing you.

She said it was impossible, but I guess she a found way.

I'm sorry I scared you, baby.

- Just come here. Just want to feel you.

Make sure you're real.

- Vanilla cream soda as requested.

I see you're enjoying the chicken.

- This seasoning is pure Chattanooga fire.

Are you sure you're not from the South?

- I have relatives from South America, if that counts.

Mm.

- Jasper Dawson, where are your manners?

Where I'm from, we say that you are a man by birth,

but you're a gentleman by choice.

Thank you for having me. - It's my absolute pleasure.

So tell me, what can the island do for you, Mr. Dawson?

- Well, I'm stuck. - You're stuck?

I'm stuck, and I don't know

how to get unstuck or get out of here.

- That sounds awful. - It is.

It's like waiting for the bus that never comes.

- Okay, so talk to me about your life

before you arrived at this awful stuck place.

- Well, I'm a simple boy from Chattanooga, Tennessee,

who always loved the arts.

My aspirations led me to Miami,

where I opened my very own art gallery.

Wow, that's wonderful.

- Well, it was. You know, things change.

And I had a really hard time going with the change.

Ms. Roarke, do you know what an NFT is?

Non-fungible token?

- Yeah, well, try hanging one of those on your gallery wall.

- Will you excuse me one second?

I have something to take care of.

Take your time.

- Oh, Elena! Oh, my gosh, oh!

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

- Mel, it's so nice to see you again.

Thank you.

Looks like you've been taking good care of my girl.

I try.

Actually, do you mind if I steal her

for a few minutes? - Oh, of course.

I'll meet you back at the suite, okay?

Okay.

Thank you again, Ms. Roarke.

It's nothing, really.

- All right. - Bye.

Let's go talk.

- You know, Elena, I didn't even understand

how much I was hurting until I saw Mel.

But you know what?

You and your amazing insight did.

Okay, Ruby.

- And by the way, look, I am so sorry I was late.

Ruby, listen.

- But you know, since it was your gift to us,

I figured you'd understand.

- Ruby, do you know what today is?

- Well, I mean, I could say Monday,

but I don't think that's where you're going, is it?

Today is Día de los Muertos.

Day of the Dead?

- 24 hours for those of us still on Earth to pray

and to remember our loved ones who have died.

We set up an altar,

and then we fill it with things they love

so we can welcome their spirits back.

Why you telling me this?

- Because of Fantasy Island, our loved ones,

they return to us as more than spirits.

They can come in bodily form,

just like they were in life.

Ruby, I didn't bring Mel to the island.

You mean Mel is...

I'm so sorry.

- Mm, no, obviously Mel is still alive.

He's not dead.

Mel would know if he were dead.

He might not,

if it happened very recently

and if he died peacefully.

The kids...

Elena, I can't be there to comfort them.

I know, I know.

Mel, oh, God.

How am I gonna tell him?

- Thank you for waiting, Mr. Dawson.

- Ah, I swear the sun has never felt this good before.

Please, call me Jasper.

- So let's start with the basics, Jasper.

How did you die?

Well, you know, doctors love

to throw their scary words around,

like high cholesterol, plaque, blockage.

It's just all so unpleasant, but maybe I should've listened.

Whoops. Now about getting me unstuck.

- It sounds as if you are in purgatory.

- Wherever it is, it's lonely and cold and boring as hell.

I belong with the angels.

My fantasy is to go to heaven, Ms. Roarke.

Can you help me? - You can help yourself.

You're getting a second chance, Jasper.

Not a lot of people get that.

You have 24 hours to change your fate.

Now, if you fail, you could end up stuck

wherever you are forever.

- You mean in the bad place?

I mean the bad place.

The good news is it's up to you.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

- Hi. - Hey.

I'm sorry I kept you waiting.

Now, what did Ms. Roarke say?

A lot, a lot, actually.

- Now, did you ask how long I get to stay?

Because I--well, I need clothes and swim trunks,

and I think I forgot--

- Yeah, you're just here for a day, Mel.

- Oh, okay. - Mm-hmm.

- Then I guess we'll have to make the most of it.

Let's enjoy every minute.

You know what?

That's exactly what we should do.

And I know a private spot by the beach

where you won't need trunks.

Mm, lead the way.

- Okay. - Come on then.

- Morning. - Morning.

- I'm not used to seeing you alone anymore.

Ruby's with her husband.

He arrived last night at midnight.

- Oh, sorry to hear that. I hope she's all right.

Are we still on for later?

- Yeah, I'll see you at my place in an hour.

- Okay. - Morning, sir.

- Ramon Abila, this is your host, Elena Roarke.

- More like my boss. I'm here to do a job.

- Mr. Abila is gonna paint the gazebos for us.

Of course, you should also make time for yourself

while you're on the island.

- How did you hear about me? - It was a referral, I believe.

Yes, somebody that you used to know in Miami.

So do you paint other things or just buildings?

Nothing worth saving lately.

I'm just trying to make ends meet.

- I have a meeting this morning,

but Ash is gonna get you settled.

Then you can relax for a bit.

We don't have to start the job until later.

Works for me.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Jasper?

Ramon?

You're supposed to be dead.

Well, I am, usually.

It's complicated,

but I'm so tickled to see you, Ramon.

Is that right?

'Cause I'm gonna kick your ass.

- Ramon, you're obviously in a bit of a tizz.

- I saw the spreadsheets on your computer.

You cheated me!

- That was a misunderstanding. I can explain.

- I should have known that the guy who thought

selling forged paintings was a good idea

was gonna turn around and stab me in the back!

I paid you!

- You made me think that you cared about me,

that you were helping me, and then you turn around

and lied about what you were getting for my paintings!

- Your forgeries, if you want to be technical.

And you went through my files! Those are private.

- I thought you were dead. - I am dead.

- You will be once I get my hands on you.

You're a liar.

Oh! Oh.

Where are you going?

Come back here, liar!

Hello. Oh!

Running away?

I have to go.

We'll talk later, Ramon. Toodles!

What is Jasper doing here?

He's supposed to be dead.

Oh, he's dead.

On Fantasy Island, spirits can return

in human form on Día De Los Muertos.

- That's crazy. - Well...