GILLIGAN'S ISLAND

			"Man With A Net"

				by

			Budd Grossman

						October 24, 1966

				TEASER

FADE IN

EXT - LAGOON - EARLY MORNING - WIDE SHOT - CREDIT OVERLAY

PAN RIGHT/ZOOM:

	Gilligan is seen sleeping with a fishing pole as he 
	lays up against a piece of drift wood near the Lagoon. 
	On his hat can be seen a butterfly.

PAN RIGHT: 

	We see a man wearing safari style clothing walk on 
	camera, wearing a pith helmet and is carrying what 
	looks like a net as he skulks through the jungle. He 
	has a pair of binoculars around his neck and he's 
	looking around for something. He looks over to see a 
	butterfly sitting on Gilligan's hat just a few feet 
	away.  He creeps his way towards Gilligan with his net 
	in hand.  When he gets close enough, he makes a fast 
	swoop with the net. Just as the net is closing in on 
	the butterfly it takes off and escapes. The only thing 
	his net catches is Gilligan's entire head.  

				LORD BEASLEY
			Oh dear I do believe I missed him!

				GILLIGAN
			Hey what's going on!?

	The man oblivious that he's just caught Gilligan in his 
	net proceeds to look through his binoculars and starts 
	to walk off, still with Gilligan's head in the net.

				LORD BEASELY
			He couldn't have gone very far.

	Gilligan is forced to follow or be choked by the net.

				GILLIGAN
			Hey mister! Hey mister!

	Gilligan has no choice but to dragged along after the 
	man as we...

								FADE OUT


				ACT ONE
FADE IN

EXT - HUT CLEARING - DAY - 

	Gilligan is seen running into the clearing near the 
	Hut.  The skipper is working on attaching some legs to 
	a new table he's building.

				GILLIGAN
			Hey Skipper!

	Gilligan startles the skipper who in turn completely 
	ruins the table.

				SKIPPPER
			What is it Gilligan!

				GILLIGAN
			There's a man on the Island with a net trying 
			to catch a butterfly!

				SKIPPER
			If there is a man with a net on this Island 
			he'd be after you!

				GILLIGAN
			No skipper really I was minding my own 
			business fishing...

PAN LEFT:

	Just then a man with a net walks on camera as the 
	Skipper and Gilligan are arguing. He is searching for 
	the butterfly that got away. He thinks he's on the 
	butterflies trail.  

				LORD BEASLEY
			Wait for me!
			Wait for me little butterfly!

	The man walks completely past the skipper and Gilligan 
	without noticing them. He is looking through his 
	binoculars as he walks into a table almost knocking it 
	over. He continues to walk off camera.

				SKIPPER
			Gilligan you're right!

	The skipper takes off after the man.

				GILLIGAN
			I told you I told you!

CUT TO: EXT - JUNGLE - DAY

	The skipper and Gilligan are following after the man 
	and approach him as he continues to look for his 
	butterfly.
	He is crawling on the ground as he peers through his 
	binoculars into the jungle. The skipper and Gilligan 
	are right behind him.

				SKIPPER
			Excuse me sir!

	The man looks up and inspects the skipper.

				LORD BEASLEY
			Your no butterfly!

	He crawls away as he goes back to hunting for his 
	butterfly.

				SKIPPER
			Are you looking for something?

				LORD BEASLEY
			Shhhhhh! of course I'm looking for something!
			I'm looking for the Cetridney Lexipus.

				GILLIGAN
			Ceti wha...wha...whatamus?

				LORD BEASLEY
			Cetridney Lexipus
			Otherwise known as the Pussycat Swallowtail.

				SKIPPER
			Wha...did you loose it?

				LORD BEASLEY
			Of course I didn't loose it! My dear man the 
			Pussycat Swallowtail is the rarest butterfly 
			in the entire world! It's the only butterfly 
			that escaped Lord Beasley.

	Lord Beasley, Gilligan and the skipper are still on 
	their hands and knees searching for butterflies. Lord 
	Beasley see a blue butterfly on a rock and using his 
	net catches it. He picks it up and examines it.

				LORD BEASLEY
			I'm Lord Beasley and that's not a Pussycat 
			Swallowtail.

	He tosses the butterfly aside and continues his hunt.

				SKIPPER
			Wa...wa...but Lord Beasley how did you get here 
			on the island?

				LORD BEASLEY
			By boat. Some of the natives said that that 
			butterfly had been seen on this island.

				GILLIGAN
			How you gonna get off the island?

	Lord Beasley appears to have spotted something up 
	ahead.

				LORD BEASLEY
				(WHISPERING)
			Shhhhhhh...By boat. By Jove that might be one 
			over there.

	Lord Beasley crawls away to investigate. 

				SKIPPER
			Lord Beasley when we...come on Gilligan.

	The skipper realizes Lord Beasley isn't listening to 
	him, he and Gilligan follow after Lord Beasley.
	Lord Beasley spots a yellow butterfly sitting on a 
	rotten log.

				LORD BEASLEY
			That's it! That's it!

				SKIPPER
			Lord Beasley! 

				LORD BEASLEY
			Shhhhhh!

				SKIPPER
			when you leave...
	
				LORD BEASLEY
			Shhhhhh!

				SKIPPER
				(WHISPERING)
			When you leave the island can we go with you?

				LORD BEASLEY
				(QUIET ANGER)
			Yes yes now do be QUIET!

	The skipper turns to Gilligan who is slightly behind 
	the skipper.

				SKIPPER
				(HUSHED EXCITMENT)
			Did you hear that Gilligan!? We can leave the 
			island!

				GILLIGAN
			WHOOOPEEEEE!!

	Just as Lord Beasley was attempting to catch the 
	Pussycat Swallow tail, Gilligan's yelp of elation 
	scared the butterfly which takes off. Lord Beasley is 
	once again with out his butterfly.

FLIP TO: EXT - HUT CLEARING - DAY

	The skipper is explaining to the professor the 
	circumstances of Lord Beasley's presence on the island.

				SKIPPER
			...as soon as he catches one of those silly 
			butterflies, he's gonna shoot off his flare 
			gun.

				GILLIGAN
			And a boats gonna take us off the island!

	The professor doesn't look to confident as he listens 
	to the skipper and Gilligan.

				PROFESSOR
			Gentlemen, we have a problem.

				SKIPPER
			What kind of a problem?
			You mean there's not going to be enough space 
			on the boat?

				GILLIGAN
			How much room can one butterfly take up!?

				PROFESSOR
			Well the problem is catching the butterfly.
			Now I know that Lord Beasley is a world 
			famous authority but according to this book 
			it's not at all unusual for a butterfly 
			collector to take weeks, months even years to 
			collect the proper specimen. Even if they 
			know its habitat!

				GILLIGAN
			I didn't know a butterfly had a habitat! I 
			thought they had wings and those...those skinny 
			things that came out of their heads.

				SKIPPER
			Gilligan, quiet!
			What do you suggest?

				PROFESSOR
			Well no one knows this island as well as we 
			do. So I suggest we make some extra nets and 
			all seven of us take turns helping Lord 
			Beasley collect those butterflies just as 
			soon as possible.

FLIP TO: EXT - JUNGLE - DAY

	Mr. And Mrs. Howell are following Lord Beasley 
	through the Jungle on his search for the Pussycat 
	Swallowtail.

				MRS HOWELL
			...and a great friend of ours is the first Earl 
			of Chelsey. I understand he's terribly 
			wealthy.

				MR HOWELL
			Heh...heh...so wealthy he's got monogrammed 
			contact lenses.

				LORD BEASLEY
			I do believe something's fluttering up ahead!

				MR HOWELL
			Oh yes.

				MRS HOWELL
			You know Lord Beasley, I think we met you at 
			Princes Grace's at a dinner party several 
			years ago. Uh...there was someone at the punch 
			bowl with a Pith helmet.

				MR HOWELL
			Ah no my dear no my dear with a pith helmet 
			that was Sir Charles the famous Elephant 
			hunter.

				MRS HOWELL
			Oh yes of course it was, well anyway who ever 
			it was he was terribly potted!

				MR HOWELL
			Well no wonder, scooping the punch out of the 
			bowl with the helmet!

	Lord Beasley has not been paying attention and is 
	looking through binoculars for the butterfly that he 
	sees fluttering up ahead.

				LORD BEASLEY
			It looks like it could be a Pussycat Swallow 
			tail!

	Mr. Howell realizes that Lord Beasley was not paying 
	attention and is in a world by himself.

				MR HOWELL
			No...it's no use my dear, Lord Beasley has a 
			one butterfly mind.

CUT TO: EXT - JUNGLE - DAY

	Lord Beasley is still hunting for his elusive butterfly 
	as Mr. And Mrs. Howell follow along at a distance 
	trying to help. Lord Beasley has spotted an orange 
	butterfly and is moving in for the catch.

				LORD BEASLEY
			That's right little pussycat, just sit there 
			quietly until I...

	He leaps out and takes a swing with the net.

				LORD BEASLEY
			Oh rot I missed him!

	Lord Beasley leapt into something that is now making 
	him sink. Mrs. Howell lets out a yell as she sees Lord 
	Beasley slowing sinking in quick sand.

				MR HOWELL
			Good heavens!

				MRS HOWELL
			It's quicksand!

				MR HOWELL
			A...don't panic Lord Beasley! We'll save you!

	Lord Beasley is slowly sinking in the quicksand as he 
	continues to watch the butterfly fly away.

				LORD BEASLEY
			Never mind me, after that butterfly!!

	Lord Beasley continues to sink lower and lower.

				MRS HOWELL
			Lord Beasley your sinking!!

				LORD BEASLEY
			He's heading North by North-east! Or is it 
			North by North-west? No it's North by North-
			east alright! After him! After him!

	Mr. And Mrs. Howell continue to try and rescue Lord 
	Beasley using their butterfly nets as we...

FLIP TO: EXT - JUNGLE - DAY

	Lord Beasley, Ginger and Mary Ann are walking through 
	the jungle near the cliff area still searching for the 
	Pussycat Swallowtail.

				LORD BEASLEY
			Shhhhhhh, remember your training Beasley old 
			man.  Move as stealthily as a snake, as 
			gracefully as a fawn, as quietly as a Rolls 
			Royce.

	Ginger stops to look at her finger nails and doesn't 
	appear overly interested in finding the butterfly.

				MARY ANN
			Ginger! We're suppose to be helping to catch 
			a butterfly!

				GINGER
			Mary Ann the only thing I know how to catch 
			is a man!

CUT TO: SAME AREA - CLOSE SHOT - BEASLEY

	Lord Beasley has seen something up ahead and is getting 
	excited. He's looking through his binoculars as he 
	walks and is unaware that the cliff is near.

				LORD BEASLEY
			Is it or isn't it? Could be. Yes I do believe 
			it is! A Pussycat Swallowtail!

	Ginger and Mary Ann see that Lord Beasley is getting 
	dangerously close to the cliff.

				MARY ANN
			Lord Beasley look out for the...

	Lord Beasley has gone over the edge of the cliff.  
	Ginger and Mary Ann can't bare to look.

				MARY ANN
			...cliff! Oh I can't look!

				GINGER
			Me neither!

	With that said, Ginger and Mary Ann exchange glances 
	and decide to look over the cliff anyway.

CUT TO: EXT - CLIFF - DAY

	We see Lord Beasley hanging from a small tree that has 
	grown out of the side of the cliff.  He's still intent 
	on catching the butterfly.

				LORD BEASLEY
				(POINTING)
			Hurry! Hurry! He went that way!!

FLIP TO: EXT - HUT CLEARING -DAY

	All the castaways are sitting around with their feet in 
	a variety of containers as they soak their feet in 
	water and looking particularly exhausted.

				SKIPPER
			How are your feet Gilligan?

				GILLIGAN
			I don't know skipper. My feet and I aren't on 
			speaking terms.

				PROFESSOR
			Well we've been over almost every inch of 
			this island and we're not even sure that Lord 
			Beasley has even seen a Pussycat Swallowtail 
			yet!

				MR HOWELL
			Where else can he find to look!?

	Just then Lord Beasley walks on camera wearing a 
	complete wet suit, flipper, mask and air tank. He 
	continues to walk until he's off camera.

				MR HOWELL
			Good Heavens!

				GINGER
			He's looking for a butterfly under the water?

				MR HOWELL
			That's what I call a determined man!

				SKIPPER
			That's what I call a determined nut!

				MRS HOWELL
			There must be some way to make that man 
			forget his silly butterfly and get us off 
			this island now!

				PROFESSOR
			Well the questions is how?
			Until he catches that butterfly he positively 
			refuses to shoot off that flare gun so the 
			boat can pick him up.

				MARY ANN
			Well maybe he'll give up when re realizes 
			there's no place on this island he hasn't 
			looked.

				GILLIGAN
			Except for the top of that mountain over 
			there.

	Out of no where, Lord Beasley appears.

				LORD BEASLEY
			What mountain?

FLIP TO: EXT - MOUNTAIN SIDE - DAY

	Lord Beasley, followed by the skipper and Gilligan are 
	seen climbing up the steep side of the mountain 
	Gilligan pointed out. A rope connects all three 
	climbers as they make their trek up the side.

				SKIPPER
			You and your big mouth!

	Just then several small rocks tumble past the two. The 
	skipper is having difficulty avoiding them. Lord 
	Beasley hears the skipper and is getting agitated.

				LORD BEASLEY
			Shhhhhhh!  Something with wings is flying up 
			around up ahead!

				GILLLIGAN
			We're so high up it's probably an angel!

FADE TO: INT - HOWELL'S HUT - NIGHT

	Mr. And Mrs. Howell are in their hut and Mr. Howell is 
	pacing looking quite upset.

				MR HOWELL
			Lovey I tell you I'm so frustrated that...that 
			I could almost scream!

				MRS HOWELL
			Awe I know how you feel dear. Our rescue 
			seems so near, and yet so far.

				MR HOWELL
			There must be some way of influencing Lord 
			Beasley to fire that flare gun now!

				MRS HOWELL
			Well you know darling, there's only one 
			honest way to influence anybody!

				MR HOWELL
				(EXCITEDLY)
			Your right! Ha...ha...ha...ha...Bribery!

FLIP TO: INT - SUPPLY HUT - EVENING

	Lord Beasley is seen sitting in front of a handmade map 
	of the island while he ponders his next location for 
	search. Mr. Howell enters the hut with plans of bribery 
	on his mind.

				LORD BEASLEY
			Lets see, yesterday we looked here and here.

	Lord Beasley sticks pins in the map indicating 
	locations already searched. He is oblivious to Mr. 
	Howells entry.

				MR HOWELL
			A...good evening Lord Beasley may I come in?

	Lord Beasley does not acknowledge Howells presence.

				LORD BEASLEY
			And the day before we looked here.

	He adds another pin.

				MR HOWELL
			Oh thank you very much. May I say that you 
			look like a million dollars! Would you like 
			to try for two million?

	Lord Beasley is self absorbed and never responds to Mr. 
	Howell.

				LORD BEASLEY
			And we've also looked here.

				MR HOWELL
			Lord Beasley I'm a very wealthy man and to 
			get me off this island I'd happily pay you 
			one hundred thousand dollars.

	No response from Lord Beasley.

				LORD BEASLEY
			Now we've looked by the cove.
	
				MR HOWELL
			Happily two hundred thousand dollars.

	Again no response.

				LORD BEASLEY
			Also yes yes by the bat cave.

				MR HOWELL
			Unhappily three hundred thousand dollars.

	You guessed it, no response from Lord Beasley.

				LORD BEASLEY
			I believe I looked there, yes I did!

				MR HOWELL
			Lord Beasley will you at least give me the 
			courtesy of listening when I'm trying to 
			bribe you!

				LORD BEASLEY
			Now the question is, where shall I look 
			again.

	Lord Beasley finally knows where to look.

				LORD BEASLEY
			Aaaaah! 

				MR HOWELL
			Please listen to me!

	Mr. Howell is upset at Lord Beasley and decides to 
	stand between the map and Lord Beasley in order to get 
	his attention.

				LORD BEASLEY
			The center of he island!

	At that, Lord Beasley tries to stick a pin in the map, 
	but stick Mr. Howell instead where by Lord Beasley 
	walks out of the hut.

				MR HOWELL
			Heavens I've had an appendectomy!

FLIP TO: INT - SUPPLY HUT - DAY

	Lord Beasley is sitting near his map looking at the 
	search areas again as he talks to himself.

				LORD BEASLEY
				Well, that sortie was a disappointment.

	Ginger, comes into the hut with intentions of scamping 
	Lord Beasley into firing the flare gun. She's brought 
	with her a bunch of flowers.

				GINGER
			Lord Beasley, may I come in?

	As with Mr. Howell, Lord Beasley pays no attention to 
	her.

				LORD BEASLEY
			What now, the mountain top again?

	Ginger leans up against some crates near the door as 
	she tries to be sexy.

				GINGER
			Lord Beasley?

	She gets even closer.

				GINGER
			Lord Beasley, you know I've always been crazy 
			about lords and ladies. Especially lords.

	Ginger is now standing behind Lord Beasley acting 
	alluring but Lord Beasley still doesn't acknowledge 
	Ginger's presence as he gazes at his map.

				LORD BEASLEY
			On second thought I think I'll save the 
			mountain top for tomorrow.

				GINGER
			I hope you don't think I'm being too forward, 
			but...

	Just then Ginger sees a bee buzzing around the hut. It 
	must have come from the flowers she brought.

				GINGER
			A bee!   Shoooo    Shoooo!   Shoooo!!

	Lord Beasley is just as unaware of the bee as he is of 
	Ginger.

				LORD BEASLEY
			Of course I could always try the east end of 
			the island again.

				GINGER
			Don't you worry about a thing, I'll take care 
			of it for you.  

	Ginger is now trying to get rid of the pesty bee.


				GINGER
			Shoooo   Shooooo!  Shoooo!! Shooooo!!!
			Ooooowwwwww!!!!!  Ooooo!

	Ginger gets stung by the bee as she makes her way out 
	of the hut. Lord Beasley until now has been unaware of 
	anything going on around him.

				LORD BEASLEY
			Hello? Did someone say something?

	Lord Beasley looks around only to find himself alone.

FLIP TO: EXT - JUNGLE CLEARING - NIGHT

	The professor can be seen alone with a book about 
	butterflies as he studies up on the subject.

				PROFESSOR
			The Cetridney butterfly, identified by the 
			bright yellow spots on it's blue wings.
			The Ninfaliday, builds itself a shelter out 
			of rolled leaves. Also known as the Milkweed 
			butterfly. No no no that's the Pathelyoniday!

	Mary Ann walks into the clearing as she hears the 
	professor studying.

				MARY ANN
			Professor! Lord Beasley has you talking to 
			yourself!

				PROFESSOR
			Oh please Mary Ann I am trying to memorize 
			these facts about butterflies so I can 
			converse with Lord Beasley in an intellectual 
			fashion. I must convince him to fire that 
			flare gun so we can get rescued. Now...the 
			Infalice-Antiopius also known as the 
			Redtailed...noooooo that's the Basilarcia!

				MARY ANN
			Oh professor uh when I was in school, some of 
			the kids, well not me of course but, used to 
			put crib notes in the palms of there hands, 
			just to help them remember things.

				PROFESSOR
			Mary Ann remember to whom you are speaking! I 
			mean after all the idea, a professor with six 
			degrees using crib notes!

				MARY ANN
			I'm sorry. It was just and idea.

	Mary Ann walks off camera feeling badly. Meanwhile the 
	professor has a curious look on his face.

				PROFESSOR
			And an excellent idea at that!

FLIP TO: EXT - JUNGLE - NIGHT

	Lord Beasley and the professor are crawling along the 
	ground searching through the jungle, still looking for 
	the Pussycat Swallowtail.
	Lord Beasley has a miners helmet and lamp on his head 
	to see with.
	He stops and picks up an caterpillar.

				LORD BEASLEY
			My word, obviously this caterpillar will 
			never turn into a Cetridney Lexipus.
	
				PROFESSOR
			Oh obviously not, why that's a...

	The professor inspects the palm of his hand.

				PROFESSOR
			Basalarcia Artimus if I ever saw one.
	
	Lord Beasley tosses the caterpillar aside, looks 
	suspicious and moves on. He then inspects some leaves 
	of a plant.

				LORD BEASLEY
			Ahhhh butterfly eggs!

				PROFESSOR
			Yes and from the looks of them, I'd say they 
			were from the family of uh...(Checks 
			palm)...Infalia Artimus.

	Lord Beasley again looks suspicious.

				LORD BEASLEY
			Possibly possibly.

				PROFESSOR
			Lord Beasley I haven't told you this before 
			but I...I'm a great admirer of yours. Why I 
			practically memorized your book the butterfly 
			and I!

				LORD BEASLEY
			Indeed!?  I'm writing a sequel, things with 
			wings!

				PROFESSOR
			Ahhhhh splendid title splendid title! Now 
			that I met you in person I can't wait until 
			we get off this island so that we can...

	Lord Beasley finds yet another discovery.

				LORD BEASLEY
			Ah ha! What have we here. A bright red 
			butterfly with spots of brown. What would you 
			say he is professor?
	
	The professor consults his palm as he searches for the 
	answer.

				PROFESSOR
			Ah bright red with spots of brown. That's 
			from the family of Lyciniday, also known as 
			the meadow brown.

	Before the professor can finish, Lord Beasley turns and 
	takes a look at the professor palm and discovers his 
	notes.

				LORD BEASLEY
			Just as I suspected. If there's one thing 
			detest professor, it's an imposterous 
			butterfly collector!

	Lord Beasley being upset, crawls off and leaves the 
	professor alone in the jungle.

				PROFESSOR
			Imposterous.  Imposterous?

FLIP TO: EXT - HUT CLEARING - NIGHT

	The castaways are sitting around the table pondering 
	what to do next.

				PROFESSOR
			It's no use.  All our efforts to get Lord 
			Beasley to fire off that flare gun have 
			failed absolutely miserably!

				MR HOWELL
			He wouldn't even listen to a bribe. The man 
			is obviously a mental case.

				MRS HOWELL
			There must be something we can do to get him 
			to fire that flare!

				GILLIGAN
			Well why don't we just, you know...

				SKIPPER
			Gilligan quiet please! The question is what 
			can we DO!

				MARY ANN
			Oh you can't even get his attention unless 
			you look like a butterfly.

				GILLIGAN
			Well why don't we...

				SKIPPER
			Gilligan quiet please!

				GINGER
			Maybe we could hypnotize him, and make him 
			think that we're all Pussycat Swallowtails!

				GILLIGAN
			Why don't we...

				SKIPPER
			Gilligan please!

				GILLIGAN
			Why don't we just fire the flare gun!?

				SKIPPER
			Gilligan I'm going to tell you for the last 
			time will you be quie...flare gun, fla...what 
			flare gun!?

				GILLIGAN
			This flare gun!

	Gilligan hold up the flare gun for all to see.

				SKIPPER
			Gilligan!! Where did you get THAT!

				GILLIGAN
			It was on the table an when he went out he 
			just left it and I picked it up.

				MR HOWELL
			Well just don't stand there man, fire it, 
			fire it!!

	Gilligan hold up the flare gun and pulls the trigger. 

				GILLLIGAN
			It must have a silencer I didn't hear a 
			thing.

				SKIPPER
			You knuckle head why didn't it go off!?

				MR HOWELL
			Yes I wonder why it didn't.

	From off camera Lord Beasley is heard.

				LORD BEASLEY
			Because I have the flares. So, you thought 
			you could flatter and cajole and trick me 
			into breaking my vow not to leave this island 
			without the Pussycat Swallowtail! Shame on 
			you! And after our two countries had built up 
			a friendship based on mutual trust, despite 
			of what happen in seventeen seventy-six! Now 
			hear this!  We shall stay on this island 
			until we catch the that butterfly, if it 
			takes forever!  Goodnight!

	With that said, Lord Beasley goes into his hut and 
	closes the door. The rest of the castaways are left with a 
	look of disappointment on their faces as we...
	
								FADE OUT



				ACT TWO
FADE IN: 

EXT - CLEARING - DAY

	The castaways are lined up in a row each holding a make 
	shift butterfly net as Lord Beasley begins his 
	inspection.

				LORD BEASLEY
			Troops tenSION! Present nets!

	The castaways following orders, raise their nets to 
	their shoulders. Lord Beasley walks along, inspecting 
	his troops.

				LORD BEASLEY
			Mr. Howell your net is very untidy! Remove 
			the loose grass!

				MR HOWELL
			No look here! I...

				PROFESSOR
				(QUIETLY)
			Mr. Howell he's our only hope of getting off 
			the island.

				MR HOWELL
			Oh

				LORD BEASLEY
			Did you have something you wanted to say?

				MR HOWELL
			Ah...no mone Capiton!

				LORD BEASLEY
			Now before we go into the field today, may I 
			remind you, that unless we catch that 
			butterfly, nobody leaves the island!

				SKIPPER
			He's a regular Captain Bligh!

				LORD BEASLEY
			No talking in the ranks!

				SKIPPER
			Yes sir!

				LORD BEASLEY
			And may I remind you, that captain Bligh was 
			also a Britisher!

				SKIPPER
			Yes sir!

				LORD BEASLEY
			Troops tenSION!

	The castaways straighten up and come to attention.

				LORD BEASLEY
			Left face!

	The castaways do as they're told.

				LORD BEASLEY
			Shoulder nets!

	As the castaways put their nets on the shoulders, each 
	of their nets catches the castaways head in back of 
	them.

				LORD BEASLEY
			Forward March!

	Just as they begin marching, Lord Beasley reverses 
	direction.

				LORD BEASLEY
			To the rear march!

	They all pivot around and start to march off in to the 
	jungle.

FLIP TO: EXT - HUT CLEARING - DAY

	The castaways are being marched back to camp after a 
	long days search for the elusive butterfly.

				LORD BEASLEY
			Hup two three four hup two three four troop 
			halt!  It's now precisely seventeen hundred 
			hours. We shall rest for half an hour, and 
			then resume our search at precisely seventeen 
			hundred and thirty hours.  Troops fall out.

	Lord Beasley walks off and stands nearby , as the 
	castaways take a seat at the table to rest. Gilligan 
	doesn't sit with the others as he takes his rest on a 
	lounge chair some distance away.

				GILLIGAN
			Oh my poor feet!

				SKIPPER
			Oh your poor feet!? My calluses have 
			calluses!

				PROFESSOR
			Oh that's nothing, would you believe my socks 
			are melting!?

				MARY ANN
			Oh I'm a half an inch shorter, I've worn out 
			my feet!

				GINGER
			I'm a half an inch taller! I'm standing on my 
			blisters!

				MRS HOWELL
			Thurston how much longer will we have to be 
			in this horrible army!

				MR HOWELL
			Oh when we get home the British embassy will 
			hear about it believe me!

				LORD BEASLEY
			Cheer up men, with continued fortitude and 
			resolution, it is only a question of time 
			before...

				MR HOWELL
			Before we collapse from heat prostration!

CUT TO: CLOSE SHOT - GILLIGAN

	We see Gilligan laying on the lounge chair as a reddish 
	butterfly floats around him and lands on his chest.	

CUT TO: PREVIOUS SHOT

	Lord Beasley looks over at Gilligan and sees the 
	butterfly.

				LORD BEASLEY
			That's it! That's the Pussycat Swallow tail! 
			After him!

	Lord Beasley and the others take off in Gilligan's 
	direction.

CUT TO: CLOSE SHOT - GILLIGAN

	Gilligan sees the horde coming at him and shoos the 
	butterfly away as he thinks they're after him. He 
	franticly gets up and starts to run. The others pass 
	by him as they chase the butterfly.

				GILLIGAN
			What'd I do!?

FADE TO: INT - SKIPPER'S HUT - NIGHT

	We see the skipper sitting at a table with paint brush 
	in hand.  He's holding a small bamboo cage that 
	contains a colorful butterfly. He's using the paint 
	brush to add colors to the butterfly. Gilligan looks on 
	holding a painters palette as the skipper does his 
	work.

				GILLIGAN
			Skipper? A little purple would be pretty.

				SKIPPER
			Gilligan we're trying to make this butterfly 
			look exactly like the Pussycat Swallowtail in 
			the professor's book! And there is no purple 
			in it!

				GILLIGAN
			Well a little purple would be pretty skipper.

				SKIPPER
			Would you please just hold the palette 
			steady! Or I'll make you purple! 
			And black and blue too!

	The professor enters the hut.

				PROFESSOR
			Hey have either of you fellas seen my book on 
			the...

	The professor sees what the skipper is doing.

				PROFESSOR
			What are you doing!? Why your painting a 
			butterfly!

					GILLIGAN
			I think the little devil likes it.

				SKIPPER
			It's going to help us get off the island!

				PROFESSOR
			I don't believe it. I don't believe it!

	The skipper has just finishing his creation and appears 
	proud of his work.

				SKIPPER
			There you are now Gilligan, call Lord 
			Beasley!

				PROFESSOR
			It won't work! An authority like Lord Beasley 
			will never in a million years be taken in by 
			a painted butterfly.

				SKIPPER & GILLIGAN
			Call Lord Beasley.

	Gilligan turns and goes to the window to call Lord 
	Beasley to the hut.

				GILLIGAN
			Lord Beasley! Lord Beasley!
			We cauth'em!...we caught'em!...we caught'em!...we 
			caught'em!

	Immediately Lord Beasley rushes into the hut.

				LORD BEASLEY
			Where! Where! Where! Where!

	Lord Beasley sees the butterfly in the cage the skipper 
	is holding.

				LORD BEASLEY
			Ah the Cetridney Lexipus if I ever say one!!

				SKIPPER
			It is!? Well good now we can shoot off the 
			flare gun and we'll all be rescued!

				LORD BEASLEY
			In a moment in a moment! I'd like to examine 
			this beauty more closely. 

	Lord Beasley star leaves the hut, just as a thunder 
	storm arrives with thunder, lighting and rain. 
	
				PROFESSOR
			Well, now I've seen everything!

				GILLIGAN
			We sure are good painters huh skipper?

				SKIPPER
			I want to tell ya, who is this Picasso and 
			Rembrandt? Gentleman Aloha, Hawaii here 
			we...come?

	Just then Lord Beasley returns to the hut. He's now 
	carrying the bamboo cage with a white butterfly and is 
	not too pleased.

				LORD BEASLEY
			The rain seems to have turned your butterfly 
			into a large white moth! (pause) Well!!

INSERT: CLOSEUP OF MOTH IN CAGE

				SKIPPER
			Well if there's anything I can't stand it's a 
			butterfly that won't hold it's colors.

				GILLIGAN
			Maybe it turned white because it was sick.

				LORD BEASLEY
			Gentleman consider yourselves fortunate! In 
			England I would have had you jailed for 
			butterfly forgery!

	Lord Beasley turns and leaves the hut. Gilligan is 
	running after him.

				GILLIGAN
			Lord Beasley!!

	Lord Beasley slams the door closed just as Gilligan 
	gets there and the painters palette he was holding gets 
	pushed right in his face. Gilligan turns around and his 
	face is covered in a multitude of colors.

FADE TO: EXT - CEARING - DAY

	We see another of the professor's contraptions. It is a 
	multiple barrel arrangement that is connected to an air 
	pump which is being driven by the bicycle power unit 
	the skipper is on. It is squeaking and making other 
	various sounds.  A bamboo cylinder has a black rubber 
	bag attached is inflating and deflating as the skipper 
	pumps the bike.

				PROFESSOR
			Well gentlemen what do you think?

				MR HOWELL
			Well I must say professor it's a very...heady 
			smelling concoction, a lot of...

				PROFESOR
			Oh yes indeed, after these berries have 
			fermented in the sun, they have a lovely 
			flavor and quite a kick.

				SKIPPER
			Well I don't know, getting Lord Beasley tipsy 
			so we can get him to fire his flare gun, is a 
			pretty wild scheme to me!

				PROFESSOR
			Listen skipper, for a fella who recently 
			tried to paint a butterfly I...

				MR HOWELL
			Well I don't see how it could miss! I once 
			made some fantastic business deals over a few 
			drinks! I will never forget I once sold grand 
			central station over three martinis. 

				SKIPPER
			What's so fantastic about that!?

				MR HOWELL
			I didn't own it!

	As they are talking the black rubber bag is getting 
	larger and larger. The professor is collecting the 
	fermented berry juice in a gourd.

				PROFESSOR
			Gentlemen I think we're about ready. I think 
			we have enough.

	The black rubber bag is incredibly large now and can 
	take no more.

				MR HOWELL
			I predict that after a few sips of that 
			concoction, Lord Beasley's flare gun will go 
			off by itself!

	Just then the bag lets loose with a loud bang!

FLIP TO: EXT - HUT CLEARING - EVENING

	All the castaways are seated around the table with the 
	gourd, coconut drinking glasses and the radio.

				MARY ANN
			Here's some more tea.

				GINGER
			Oh don't spill any of that tea Mary Ann, it's 
			libel to eat right through the table.

				MR HOWELL
			Now...now remember, act very casual, so Lord 
			Beasley won't get suspicious.

				MRS HOWELL
			And remember also that the proper way to 
			drink tea is with your little pink extended.
			Thusly.

				SKIPPER
			Thanks a lot Mrs. Howell...Oop her comes 
			Gilligan and lord Beasley now Shhhhh!

	We can hear Lord Beasley making Gilligan March with his 
	hup two three four cadence.

				LORD BEASLEY
			Hup two three four hup two three four halt 
			one two!

	Gilligan doesn't stop and runs into the back of Lord 
	Beasley.

				LORD BEASLEY
			Halt means stop Gilligan!

				GILLIGAN
			I think my stoppers broke.

				MR HOWELL
			Eh...er oh Lord Beasley before you...please sit 
			down won't you we have a...a little surprise 
			for you.

				MRS HOWELL
			A specialty in your honor Lord Beasley.

				LORD BEASLEY
			Well how nice, we'll just have time before we 
			explore the volcano.

				MR HOWELL
			Oh...oh how jolly.

				MRS HOWELL
			Here you are Lord Beasley!

				LORD BEASLEY
			Oh how very nice, but I'm not drinking alone 
			am I?

				MR HOWELL
			Be...be...uh no absolutely not ah...ah...I propose a 
			toast. To Lord Beasley, long may his 
			butterfly net wave!

				ALL
			Lord Beasley, long may his butterfly net 
			wave!

				LORD BEASLEY
			How sporting of you!

				MR HOWELL
			Yes of course.

				LORD BEASLEY
			I always admire a good loser.

				GILLIGAN
			Skipper? This tea tastes just like...

	The skipper puts his hand over Gilligan's mouth t shut 
	him up.

				SKIPPER
				(QUIETLY)
			It IS!

				GILLIGAN
			Oh that's why it tastes like....

	Again the skipper covers Gilligan's mouth.

				PROFESSOR
			A toast, to Lord Beasley! Long may his 
			butterflies fly!

				ALL
			Lord Beasley! Long may his butterflies fly!

				LORD BEASLEY
			Drink up! Drink up! When Beasley drinks, 
			everybody drinks!

	Mr. Howell pours more "tea" for Lord Beasley.

				MR HOWELL
			There you are!

				LORD BEASLEY
			Delicious! Now you must excuse me, I've gotta get my 
			asbestos suit so we can explore the volcano.

				PROFESSOR
			Another toast! To the United Kingdom!

				ALL
			To the United Kingdom!

FLIP TO: SAME SHOT - LATER

	Everyone appears to be very drunk now and Lord Beasley 
	is still standing as everyone else is sitting.

				SKIPPER
				(SLURRED)
			Oh a just a minute Lord Beasley. A toast to 
			the British Navy!

			LORD BEASLEY, SKIPPER, MR HOWELL
			To the British Navy!

				MR HOWELL
				(SLURRED)
			To the a...to the a, British Army!

				LORD BEASLEY 
			To the British Army!

			SKIPPER, MR HOWELL
				(SLURRED)
			To the British Army!

	Mr. Howell pours Lord Beasley more tea.

				MR HOWELL
			There you go!

	Lord Beasley finishes his tea and is about to leave and 
	sets his cup down.

				LORD BEASLEY
			There you are!

				MR HOWELL
			To the...wait!...One more...to the British boy 
			scouts!

				LORD BEASLEY
			The little fellows!

				MR HOWELL
			The little fellows yes.

			LORD BEASLEY, MR HOWELL
			To the British Boy Scouts!

	Mr. Howell is the last to pass out, leaving Lord 
	Beasley the only one awake.

				LORD BEASLEY
			And a toast to this most delightful tasting 
			tea!

	Lord Beasley looks up from his last toast and sees a 
	butterfly sitting on a rock.

				LORD BEASLEY
			It can't be! But it is! 

	Lord Beasley, along with his net, creeps up on the 
	butterfly and catches it in his net. 

				LORD BEASLEY
			At long last! A Pussycat Swallowtail is mine!
			There you are my beauty!

	Lord Beasley takes the butterfly out of the net and 
	places it in a glass jar. He then reaches for his flare 
	gun, raises it up and fires.

INSERT: STOCK FOOTAGE OF FLARE RISING

	Lord Beasley runs back to the table.

				LORD BEASLEY
			Hurry! Hurry everybody! The boat will be hear 
			in fifteen minutes!

	Lord Beasley sees everyone asleep at the table and is 
	rather disappointed.

				LORD BEASLEY
			Gilligan! Gilligan!

	Lord Beasley tries to wake Gilligan up, but with no 
	luck.

				LORD BEASLEY
		Well my little Pussycat, I'm afraid we shall 
			have to leave without them.

	Lord Beasley takes one last look at the sleeping 
	castaways.

				LORD BEASLEY
			That's the trouble with you Americans. You 
			simply don't know how to hold your tea!

	We're left looking at the sleeping castaways as we...

	

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					EPILOG

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CUT TO: EXT - GILLIGAN'S & SKIPPERS HUT - DAY

	The castaways are still in the same positions as when 
	we last saw them. They start to wake up at the same 
	time looking rather beaten.

				SKIPPER
			Oooooooo! What hit me!?

				MR HOWELL
			Well I don't know but I obviously dropped out 
			of a coconut tree and landed right on the top 
			of my...my head!

				SKIPPER
			Gilligan little buddy? Wake up.

				GILLIGAN
			Huh...where am I?

				GINGER
			Oh...your next to me Gilligan, where ever 
			I am.

				MRS HOWELL
			Oh dear, this is the last tea from 
			fermented berries I'll ever serve at one 
			of my parties!

				MR HOWELL
			Now I remember.  We were drinking toasts 
			to...

				ALL
			Lord Beasley!

				PROFESSOR
			I don't see him anywhere!

				MARY ANN
			Has anyone thought of looking under the 
			table!?

	Gilligan comes running out of the hut.

				GILLIGAN
			Hey all of his things are gone!

				MR HOWELL
			According to my watch, we've been asleep 
			only...only ten minutes!

				PROFESSOR
			Only ten minutes!? Well according to my 
			calendar watch, we've been asleep for 
			two days and ten minutes!

				SKIPPER
			Two DAYS!

				PROFESSOR
			I wonder if there's anything on the 
			radio?

	The professor turns on the radio.

				RADIO ANNOUNCER
			AND NOW DIRECTLY FROM LONDON, WE BRING 
			YOU AN INTERVIEW WITH LORD BEASLEY 
			WATERFORD. WHO MADE BUTTERFLY HISTORY 
			TODAY, BY RETURNING FROM THE SOUTH 
			PACIFIC, WITH A PUSSYCAT SWALLOWTAIL. 
			THE RAREST BUTTERFLY IN THE ENTIRE 
			WORLD.

				GILLIGAN
			He caught one!

				MR HOWELL
			How could he miss!? He and that 
			butterfly were the only ones awake on 
			this whole silly island!

				RADIO ANNOUNCER
			CONGRATULATIONS LORD BEASLEY, ON YOUR 
			AMAZING FEAT.

				LORD BEASLEY
				(ON RADIO)
			THANK YOU. I WOULD ALSO LIKE TO THANKS 
			THE BBC. 

				RADIO ANNOUNCER
			THE BRITISH BROADCASTING COMPANY?

				LORD BEASLEY
				(ON RADIO)
			THE BULKAN BUTTERFLY CONVENTION, FOR 
			RENAMING THE BUTTERFLY I CAUGHT, THE 
			LORD BEASLEY BUTTERFLY IN MY HONOR.

				RADIO ANNOUNCER
			GOOD SHOW! WELL TELL US LORD BEASLEY WHY 
			YOUR DRESSED IN THAT FUR LINED PARKA AND 
			CARRYING THAT FUR LINED BUTTERFLY NET?

				SKIPPER
			Butterfly net? Fur lined Parka?

				LORD BEASLEY
				(ON RADIO)
			BECAUSE I'M OFF TO THE ANTARCTIC IN A 
			MOMENT OR TWO. THERE'S AN EVEN RARER 
			BUTTERFLY THERE THAN THE PUSSYCAT 
			SWALLOWTAIL.  CHERI-OH!

				RADIO ANNOUNCER
			BUT I SAY LORD BEASLEY, YOU HAVEN'T YET 
			TOLD US OF YOUR ADVENTURES IN THE 
			PACIFIC!

				LORD BEASLEY
				(ON RADIO)
			IT WILL HAVE TO WAIT! THAT POOR 
			BUTTERFLY MIGHT BE FREEZING TO DEATH AT 
			THIS VERY MOMENT! TOOTLE-OOO.

				RADIO ANNOUNCER
			GOODBYE AND JOLLY GOOD LUCK LORD 
			BEASLEY!

	The professor turns off the radio. The rest of 
	the castaways are looking very disappointed. 

				PROFESSOR
			Well obviously Lord Beasley hasn't told 
			anyone about us yet!

				SKIPPER
			Yeah that's just great!  By the time he 
			gets back from the Antarctic, he'll 
			forget we ever existed!

				GILLIGAN
			What are we gonna do!?

				MR HOWELL
			Well I don't know about the rest of you, 
			as far as I'm concerned it's...tea time.

	Mr. Howell takes another drink of "tea" and 
	almost passes out again as we...



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GILLIGAN'S ISLAND
"Man With a Net"   
Rev.  10/24/66