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The plane! The plane!

What a beautiful day, boss.

- Aren't we a little formal for meeting our guests, Tattoo? - Oh. You noticed?

This is part of my new magic act.

Oh, you've mastered another trick, have you?

- Do you want to see it? - Do I have a choice?

Oh, that's a very nice trick, Tattoo.

Boss! But this is not the trick!

Take this to my room.

We'll rehearse tonight.

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

Ah, the Honeybees are here. Honeybees?

Yes, that's the name of the club they formed...

when they were best friends and cheerleaders in high school.

Cheerleaders? I wouldn't mind being on their team.

The first young lady, the blonde in the white jeans, is Jill Nolan.

She paid for this fantasy du jour.

It was at her parents' resort cabin that the

Honeybees spent their last weekend together...

10 years ago.

Carol D'Angelo, standing next to Jill...

and, uh, holding the yellow flowers,

is now a mother of two, and her husband runs a supermarket in Dallas.

Next is Agnes Wentworth.

She works as a legal secretary in Fort Worth.

And, last but not least, Hannah Baker...

in the pink blouse.

She was the shyest of the group in high school.

Ironically enough, Hannah now makes her living...

writing jokes for game shows.

It has been a long time since the Honeybees lead a cheer,

and now they are here for a reunion.

That sounds like fun.

Yes, ordinarily it would be,

but, in this case, I'm afraid that each of our happy, young ladies...

is harboring a very dark secret...

that could turn their fantasy...

into a nightmare.

Tom and Toni Elgin.

She's a successful playwright, and he's a brilliant attorney.

Or at least they were eight years ago when they met,

fell deeply in love and were married.

For a time their friends called them the perfect match.

- Is something wrong now? - Oh, indeed there is, Tattoo.

Mr. Elgin drinks too much and too often,

and his wife feels it's destroying their marriage.

And she hopes we can give them back the happiness they once had.

How can we do that, boss?

By starting at the very beginning, Tattoo.

By turning back time to the day they were married.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Now.

Please, watch your step.

Ah, there we are.

A reasonable facsimile of the beehive, I believe.

Reasonable?

Mr. Roarke, if I didn't know that my

parents' cabin had been leveled by a tornado,

I'd swear you'd picked it up and moved it here.

Oh, I am so glad you're pleased.

And, uh, once inside, I think you'll find...

we've re-created more than just, uh, the cabin.

- More? - Your fantasy, Miss Nolan, was that we re-create,

as much as possible, that summer weekend 10 years ago.

We've even provided you with wigs and clothes of that period.

Seems very isolated around here.

It's 40 miles back from the main house.

You mean, we're cut off from the rest of the world?

Well, you're not quite, uh, cut off, Mrs. D'Angelo.

There's a telephone inside.

And, of course, the Jeeps will return in two

days to take you all back to the main house.

Hey, what more can you ask for? Unless maybe the Beatles.

Huh? One for each of us.

They are not available this weekend,

but if you ladies get bored in the evening,

just pick up the phone,

and the great Tattoo will be here with his magic show...

at your disposal.

- Hey! - Aww.

Thank you.

We'll be sure and keep that in mind.

If there'll be nothing else, ladies, we'll leave you to your reunion.

Thank you! Might as well get started.

Thank you. Bye-bye.

You're welcome. Have a wonderful weekend.

Oh, this is great! I love it.

Bye!

Oh, no.

Oh, my... Even the pictures are the same.

I mean, look!

Remarkable. Oh, I love it. I love it.

Oh! Wow! Look at this!

Mr. Roarke wasn't kidding about re-creating more than the cabin.

He's trying to re-create us...

just as we were 10 years ago.

Oh!

There we are, girls... The Honeybees!

Come on! Let's get into our minis.

Please, come in.

Mrs. Elgin. Ah, Mrs. Elgin.

Do come in, please.

Sit down, won't you? Thank you.

I trust you have had time to refresh yourself after your flight?

Yes, thank you very much. Good.

Oh, this sword. Macedonian?

You have an excellent eye.

It belonged to Alexander the Great. Really?

Yes. How can you be sure?

I have it on very good authority.

May I offer you some champagne before we embark on your fantasy?

No, thank you. I'm just anxious to get started.

I see.

Sit down, won't you? Sit down.

This really means a great deal to you, doesn't it?

Well, it's not some kick, if that's what you mean.

Well, in some ways I feel this may be our last chance.

It was like a dream, those first few years when we were married.

I hated to go to sleep at night, the days were so happy.

Oh.

What Tom and I had together was... well, it was too good to let die without a fight.

And a good fight you shall have, Mrs. Elgin.

- I think I changed my mind. - Hmm?

About the champagne. Oh! I'm delighted.

You know, Tom thinks I'm a little nuts. Oh?

But he told me I could have anything I wanted for my anniversary present,

and I said I wanted us... the way we were.

And so it will be, Mrs. Elgin.

Your fantasy will begin as it all began eight years ago...

The afternoon of the day before your wedding.

A chauffeured limousine drove you the 40 miles from the airport...

to Cap Truman's house on the coast.

Oh, dear! This is too much!

Oh, Cap! Toni, my darling!

Hey, and Tom! And Tom, of course. Cap, is it really you?

Well, of course it is.

Who else knows that I... that I greeted you eight years ago...

with Brandy Alexanders, isn't that true?

Oh, that's right. This is just like my dear little place in Florida.

I think this is such a wonderful idea for a party.

It's, by far, the best idea you two have ever had.

Well, thank you, Cap.

But I can't take the credit. It was Toni who thought of it.

Truth is, uh, I thought people would think we were a bit crazy.

Crazy? Why, it's marvelous. Come along.

Everyone is just dying to see you. Everyone?

According to the instructions sent me,

I was told to ask everyone that was at the original wedding.

♪♪

But, believe me, everyone is here.

Uh, the Dupres, of course. The inevitable Dupres.

Is that Nona Summers?

Would you believe she's been married and

divorced three times since you last saw her?

- Now she's free and flying again, she says. - She had a way with words.

- Your hormones are showing, darling. - I'll say.

Oh! Is that Joe?

Well, of course, my dear. He was your best man at your wedding.

I didn't expect him to show his face.

Don't be ridiculous, darling. He apologized after the fight at the wedding.

He didn't mean to give you that black eye.

If that great ape tries pawing you again,

this time there'll be more than a black eye involved.

Maybe if you hadn't spent so much time chatting with Nona,

he wouldn't have had time to paw at me.

Oh, it's so exciting, you two bickering again. It's just like old times.

That's what Toni wanted... Old times.

1968. Ah.

I didn't tell Joe, but I was in love with Dustin Hoffman.

Oh! I made him take me to see The Graduate about a dozen times.

I cried every time.

I cried at Rosemary's Baby myself.

And in the summer, I remember my parents bought the beehive,

and here we are, just like it was then.

Not quite just like then. I mean, look in the mirror.

We've all got a few more miles on us, as my mother keeps reminding me.

Really was great of you to get us all back together again, Jill.

Hey, what's money for?

Oh, well, Joe would say, "It comes in handy raising two kids...

Food, clothes, things like that."

I've often wondered about having a baby.

They talk about natural childbirth and everything.

They'd have to put me out.

Absolutely out.

- How did you do it? - I gotta tell you. I wasn't ready for it myself.

I could write a book.

Gotta tell you, pain,

terrible fear I went through.

Couldn't know that much fear unless you went through it yourself.

I've known worse fear.

Yeah, writing jokes for a depressed comic.

I'm serious.

- When, Hannah? - It was a night like this.

- The wind was blowing. - Are you all right?

It was when we still lived in Michigan,

before I went to Sam Houston High,

before I met you guys.

I was 14.

There were three of them. They raped me.

This dark, lonely street. It was so dark.

The wind was howling.

It was screaming, just like it is now!

Do you hear it?

Do you hear it?

They hit me, and they hit me, and they hit me, and then they did it!

Hey, it's all right. It's all over now.

There's a face in the window!

I don't see anything.

I don't think Hannah did either.

But what if she did?

Oh, here come our lovers!

Ah.

Hey, Ron. Hello, Diane.

How are you, Sally? Nice to see you.

Hello, darling. So wonderful to see you. Harriet.

Gosh, it's good to see you too. Mark.

You know, Tattoo,

they say that the night before a wedding...

is always the happiest in any couple's life.

Sounds as if the party has already started.

Boss, I was thinking.

Yes?

Maybe I can amuse the guests with my new magic act.

Watch this.

Uh, Tattoo, please, I'm afraid there won't be time.

Boss, it's a very quick trick.

Indeed. But, you see, the Reverend Allen is due any moment.

Oh, that's nice. I'm sure Mrs. Elgin will be very pleased.

On the contrary, she and Mr. Elgin...

are about to get the shock of their lives.

Come on, Tattoo. We should be getting back. Come on.

Tattoo, I said come on.

Oh, good evening!

Uh, folks, the-the clergy is here, so watch your language.

Hello, Reverend. Reverend Allen, how did they ever find you?

Believe me, I wouldn't have missed this for the world.

You don't know how glad I am to see you. Really?

The reverend did one of your plays... his church group. It was a benefit.

Yes, the one that was on Broadway the year you got married.

The third act was so funny! Care for a little touch?

Oh, thank you, no, nothing for me.

You know, Toni, we were hoping to do another one of your plays next year.

Oh? That would be rather difficult, Your Eminence.

You see, other than poison pen letters to Dear Abby...

and the people who write the horoscope in the newspapers,

the old girl doesn't seem to do much writing anymore.

You really are bad news. I think if there weren't ladies here, I'd...

You'd what? Punch me in the face again, gorilla man?

You're really making a fool of yourself, Tom.

I'm wrong.

Nothing has changed in eight years, has it?

You took his side then too.

Your Holiness, I should think that there would be some sort of spiritual law...

against that sort of thing.

A wife turning on her husband.

Well, that's just it... why I had to drop everything and fly here.

That's just what?

Uh, well, you see, technically,

she isn't really your wife.

Uh, Tom and I are not married?

I'm afraid not.

You see, a couple of months ago I received notice from the state commissioner.

He notified me that...

due to some technicality in my license application eight years ago,

there was a period of about three months...

when it wasn't legal to marry people.

It was during that period of time...

that I, um, married you two.

That's crazy. I mean...

Toni, where are you going? I've got a headache.

Toni, don't walk out on me like that. Leave me alone!

She's upset. Let her go.

Don't tell me what to do with my wife. You heard the reverend.

She's not your wife.

A mere technicality, Kong. I assure you, a mere technicality.

As much as you like to avoid it, we do have one thing in common...

We both love Toni.

Sad part is, you've got her, and you're killing her.

Look at yourself in a mirror sometime. You're a lush!

Now, if you want to drink yourself to death, that's fine,

but why drag her with you?

Hey, Joe! Joe! Wait a minute, Joe!

No, no. No! It's terrific.

Toni's fantasy is coming true, just like it was eight years ago.

Same eye and everything.

Agnes.

Aggie.

Who is it? Who's there?

Downstairs.

Aggie.

Down here.

What's wrong? Somebody was in my room calling my name.

I told you I saw a face in the window. Someone was here in the house.

Well, suppose they still are. So much for reunions.

Call Mr. Roarke. Let's get out of here.

We can't. What?

We can't call anybody. Oh, no!

Okay, stay calm. Stay calm.

If somebody's here in the house, we'll meet him on our own terms.

That's all. Here.

Come on. Let's go. All right.

Aggie?

You didn't have to hide those from us.

As mother explains it, "Agnes drinks a little."

So do I.

Right now I could use one.

May I? Why not?

Anyone else?

You see, I told you somebody was in my room.

- Why? - I don't know, but what are we gonna do now?

Hannah?

Hannah?

Hannah?

Hannah? What's wrong?

It's Hannah. She's gone. She was here all during my watch.

I went to brush my teeth... What's going on?

It's Hannah. She's not in the house. The door's open.

- She's after the pickup truck. - Hannah? Come back here!

Hannah!

Hannah!

Hannah! Hannah!

No! Oh, God!

Hannah! I can't see anything!

Hannah! Carol, she's dead!

It's too late!

It's too late! No one can live through that.

No one! Oh, God! Oh, God!

- Tom, it's almost lunchtime. - I know, I know.

You missed all the fun last night.

Finding out we weren't married was fun.

I guess you've heard by now that your friend Kong jumped me again.

Yeah, I heard.

The same eye.

Yes, uh, I thought that was rather romantic.

Eight years. You realize, if we had children, they'd all be scandalized by now?

If it makes any difference to you, I got this defending your honor.

Your friend Kong insinuated that you might not want to remarry me.

Yeah, well, maybe I won't. I don't know.

You haven't even proposed yet.

You mean, after eight years...

you still want music and moonlight and roses,

me on one knee, looking up into your eyes, saying...

Something other than, "Let's have a drink"?

What's happened to us, Toni?

I don't know.

I'd hoped so much that this weekend would bring us together,

and... instead I think it's just driven us further apart.

Maybe it's being back here with all our old friends,

remembering how we were gonna light the world on fire eight years ago.

You in the courtroom, and me writing plays.

All I know is, Tom, I'm tired of losing track of our lives...

Your law practice and my writing.

Well, at least there's always the bright side. We have one advantage.

Since we're not legally married,

there's no need to go through a messy divorce.

Sorry, Tom. I... I can't even laugh anymore.

Toni.

A lovers' quarrel.

Isn't that sweet?

Mark, you're our resident famous literary agent.

What are Toni's chances for some employment...

if we were to come back home and settle down for a while?

She could have the pick of any project she wants.

It really is a shame that she doesn't have time to work anymore.

It really is. Tom...

Tom, is something wrong?

Nothing that a little drink won't fix. Thank you.

Toni.

We're just going down to the beach for a swim.

I was gonna ask you, but you seem occupied.

Well, wait, wait. Wait a minute.

Uh, Nona and I were talking...

about jumping over to the other side of the island.

I understand there's some great surf over there.

That's nice. What about this afternoon?

This afternoon? You remember.

You haven't exactly asked me yet,

but we had some vague plans about getting married.

Yes. Well, I've been meaning to talk to you about that too.

I've been thinking about what you said...

about us drifting apart, and this weekend sort of cinching it.

Maybe we have been trying too hard, Toni.

I guess what I'm really trying to say is,

I don't think we should get married.

Maybe this whole mistake with the Reverend Allen...

may turn out to be a big break for us all.

Tom! Your hand.

Up.

Up. Up.

Up. Up.

Up. Up.

Watch this one, kids. This one is terrific.

Abracadabra. Abracadabra.

Abracadabra.

Wow!

Oh, boy!

Bravo, Tattoo. Excellent.

But, boss, I was just trying to make a handkerchief disappear.

Indeed?

Ah. Tsk, tsk.

He's toying with us.

He blew Hannah up.

Why doesn't he just kill us? What's he waiting for?

Maybe that's all he wanted. Maybe he's scared away. Don't count on it.

The judge I worked for worked on a case...

where five women were murdered.

Stop it. Stop talking like that.

Don't blame Agnes.

It was my fault.

It was all my fault for bringing you here, for trying to live a lie.

Don't blame yourself.

It's not your fault what happened.

- It was very generous for you to bring us here. - I wasn't generous.

Mr. Roarke was generous. I only paid $400 for this fantasy.

- Every nickel I had. - But your family's so wealthy.

Was wealthy.

That's past tense.

You see, shortly after college,

my father went to prison for embezzlement.

I work in a beauty shop, when I can get work.

Jill, why didn't you tell us?

Joe and I don't have much, but...

we would have helped you out.

I know you would have.

That's why I asked Mr. Roarke to give us back the summer of '68.

It was the best time of my life.

I was rich.

I had a car,

this cabin and all of you.

Straight-laced Agnes is... drunk.

Wealthy Jill's broke.

It seems like a weekend for secrets to come out.

I think it's your turn, Mommy.

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

Why don't you tell us about all that pain and fear...

while you were having your babies?

What are you driving at?

The judge I work for processed the adoption papers...

for you and your husband...

Two children, a boy and a girl.

You don't know what you're talking about! You're drunk!

Carol, I typed those papers.

I couldn't have any children myself.

Carol.

Adopting children is nothing to be ashamed of.

You should have my in-laws.

They wanted their precious son to divorce me...

when they found out I couldn't have children.

Joe and I, um...

We moved away.

I guess I just got used to lying about it.

Carol, I-I'm sorry.

Me and my big mouth.

A fine lot we are.

All living lies, one way or the other.

I heard what you told your wife this morning about not getting married.

Are we leaving soon?

Well, we shouldn't jump into this thing.

The fact of the matter is, I think we both might be better off...

if I went ahead, sent for you later.

Oh, you don't want me to go with you?

It's not that I don't like you, Nona.

But I like you. I always have.

And I could be good for you.

Go with you to all those places you and Toni go.

- Hong Kong, Antilles. - Stop it!

Nona, you're a very nice person,

but there's one thing you've got to realize.

I can't stand any of those places.

I only kept going to them...

because I was afraid I might lose Toni if I didn't.

You love her? More than anything else in the whole world.

- Then why are you leaving her? - That doesn't matter.

Oh, yes, it does matter.

Eight years of living in unintentional sin should entitle me to an explanation.

- Toni, I... - A private explanation.

I guess it was too good to be true.

Why, Tom?

I...

It's very simple.

Just like your friend Joe said, I'm killing you.

You see, that's the trouble with getting on merry-go-rounds.

Sometimes you can't get off.

Do you really think I stopped practicing law because I wanted to?

I stopped because I couldn't remember things anymore,

I couldn't concentrate.

Something to do with booze.

Apparently happens when you start drinking with breakfast.

I'm scared, Toni.

I... I can't stop drinking.

I've tried,

but I can't stop, and I'm scared.

So I make jokes all the time.

Keep 'em laughing, and maybe they can't see that you're staggering.

But I'm sick,

and it's killing you.

You'll really kill me if you walk away.

If nothing else, who's gonna stop King Kong from pressing his affections on me, huh?

Joe's not such a bad guy.

He might be good for you.

If I wanna play Jane.

Joe Houston is the biggest jerk I ever met.

He's always offering me banana daiquiris.

Toni. I'll need help.

What the hell you think a wife is for, you big goon?

I do. I do.

I now pronounce you man and wife.

Well, thank you, Cap.

Everyone, bubbly! Bubbly for everyone!

Why do I cry at weddings? Come on!

There we are. Ah, some of my famous punch.

Mr. Roarke, thank you.

Our fantasy has been more than fulfilled.

You really did give us a very special gift for our anniversary.

Thank you.

I suppose you and Mrs. Elgin will now be off to far, exotic places, huh?

No.

After all these years, home is the most exotic place either of us can think of.

With some help from my little woman here, I'm going to try to reopen my law offices.

I used to be a pretty good barrister.

And I'm gonna finish a novel I've been working on... forever.

I am very pleased.

And may both of you have a happy forever.

Listen.

He's come back.

Oh, it's him!

Oh, it's the window.

Oh.

Let's go.

Smoke.

Oh! Rugs, rugs, rugs. I'll get some water.

Oh! Oh! Oh!

Be careful!

Oh, my gosh. Is it out?

I don't know what to do. Let's get out of here.

Oh!

Shh!

Oh!

Carol!

Carol!

Oh!

Jill?

Carol. C-Carol was an "E."

Oh!

You can come in now.

Carol! Carol!

Hannah!

No, Hannah didn't die in the explosion.

She arranged it so you'd think she had,

to make you think a killer was stalking you.

Hannah, why? Why?

How could you do it?

How could you hate us so much?

You were my big sisters.

You were supposed to protect me.

When? When were we supposed to protect you?

At the sorority party, my initiation.

You were my big sisters, but you let them do all those things to me,

just like when I was 14, and it was dark,

and they kept coming after me and coming after me!

But, Hannah, we didn't know that then.

We wouldn't do anything to hurt or scare you.

You see, Hannah suffered a nervous breakdown...

the night of her initiation to the sorority.

She spent the next six months in a sanitarium.

That's why her family moved away so quickly.

No wonder she wanted to strike back.

The need to strike back...

Terrorizing the three of you as she had been terrorized...

Was something that has been building up in her for a long time.

Hopefully, now it's over and done with.

Then you knew she'd planned this?

Let's say we had an idea...

and, uh, took every precaution to see no one was hurt.

You see, yours was the second request...

for a reunion of the Honeybees.

Then Hannah's was the first.

We turned down her fantasy request,

and then we received yours and, uh,

investigated a little further...

and realized that, uh, all of the Honeybees,

for one reason or another,

desperately needed to return to...

the best time of their lives.

To the best friends of their lives.

Just in time, Reverend. Ah, Mr. Roarke.

This is quite a place, and you are quite a person, sir.

I'm not quite sure how you convinced me to take part in this charade...

Convincing the, uh, Elgins that they weren't really married.

Well, I guess it really doesn't matter though.

They're back together, so it worked. Thank God for that.

Yes. Thank God, indeed.

Thank you very much, Mr. Roarke. You're very welcome.

Bye.

Bye, Miss Baker. Bye.

Hannah's going to be okay.

We've had a long talk, and I think together we're all going to make it.

Oh, I am so pleased.

So, this will not be the last meeting of the Honeybees?

Oh, not by a long shot. We found out we needed each other.

Then the reunion was truly a success, huh?

And just a start.

Thank you, again. Good-bye.

Just a minute, please. Aki!

As you can see,

there is nothing in the box.

Abracadabra. Abracadabra.

Abracadabra. Abracadabra.

Don't open it until you are on the plane.

You got it, cutie. Bye.

Bye, Miss D'Angelo.

Tell me the truth, Tattoo.

There's still something in that box, isn't there?

What is it?

Well, it's my new rabbit trick.

I put four little white bunnies inside, one for each of the girls.

A pretty good trick, isn't it?

Oh, a very good trick, Tattoo.

A very good trick.