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[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[BELL TOLLS]

The plane! The plane!

-[INDISTINCT CHATTER] -[GIRLS GIGGLING]

-Good morning, boss. -Good morning, Tattoo.

[GIRLS CONTINUE GIGGLING]

Let's go.

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

Smiles, everyone, smiles.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

ROARKE: Mr. Frank Miller, a Wall Street securities analyst

employed by a very large

and prestigious investment concern.

-Sounds very important. -ROARKE: Oh, indeed.

In one eight-hour day,

Mr. Miller may advise his company's clients

on the investment of hundreds of millions of dollars.

-What power! -ROARKE: Yes,

but unfortunately, the wealth he handles,

the fortunes he makes, belong to other people.

Oh, Mr. Miller is very honest,

hard-working and dedicated, but, uh,

he is paid only a modest salary.

So his fantasy is to rip off his company?

Mr. Miller's fantasy

is to get rid of his frustrations...

by spending money like a billionaire.

So, with its inherent liabilities,

-we will grant his fantasy. -TATTOO: Can we do that, boss?

ROARKE: Yes, but not without risk, Tattoo.

I'm afraid this weekend may turn out to be

the most dangerous investment Mr. Miller has ever made.

Dr. Lucas Bergmann and his daughter Lisa

from Boston, Massachusetts.

TATTOO: Who has the fantasy, boss?

-Both, Tattoo. -TATTOO: Both?

But neither knows about the other.

It's gonna be tricky. Uh, what kind of doctor is he?

Dr. Bergmann was a heart surgeon,

one of the most brilliant, until he was permanently banned

from every hospital in the country.

TATTOO: Banned? What did he do?

ROARKE: It concerned his research, Tattoo.

Following his wife's death a year ago,

the doctor began a series of unorthodox experiments

on the recently deceased.

Dead body?

Boss, something tells me I shouldn't even ask.

What's his fantasy?

Resurrection.

Sometime during this weekend,

the good doctor intends to bring the dead back to life.

Dead? Here on the island?

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[GOAT BLEATING]

So, this was home to Henry Van der Wyck,

the father of regenerative transplant surgery.

Yes. The building has been vacant since his death,

looked after by... a caretaker.

-Tattoo will show you around. -This way, Doctor.

-Coming? -In a minute, Father.

Mr. Roarke, I want to thank you for my fantasy.

This chance to spend some time with my father...

This is the first time that I've been able

to drag him away from his work since my mother died.

-I understand she was lovely. -Oh, yes, she was.

-Would you like to see? -ROARKE: Please.

Oh.

Very lovely, indeed.

She died in surgery and the surgeon was your father.

-How did you know that? -It's my business

to know such things, Miss Bergmann.

Uh, forgive me, but is it not a fact

that practicing surgery on a member of one's own family

is contrary to medical ethics?

LISA: Well, under ordinary circumstances,

yes, but we were sailing in the Caribbean

and we were hours from any hospital.

My mother became terribly ill and my father had to operate.

It was a simple appendectomy, but complications arose,

and she, uh...

My father's never been the same since.

Yes. He has immersed himself in his work,

become totally absorbed in his research project.

That's why I brought him here, Mr. Roarke.

To get him away from all that darkness

and guilt, and to have my fantasy,

to get back to a normal father and daughter relationship.

Mr. Roarke! May I see you for a moment?

Uh, Tattoo, will you show Miss Bergmann to her room?

She must be tired after the journey.

Sure, boss. This way, Miss Bergmann.

Mr. Roarke,

-I have to talk to you. -Certainly, Dr. Bergmann.

About the nature of the experiments

you intend to conduct here,

to try to bring the dead back to life.

Exactly.

TATTOO: This way, Mr. Miller. Sit down, relax.

-A cigar? -I don't smoke.

Coffee, cocktail?

Uh, not right now. Thanks, anyway.

Mr. Miller, I've got a proposition for you.

I'm looking for a financial adviser.

I've got a few dollars to invest.

What do you think about, um, pork bellies?

Pork bellies? No. Stay out, Tattoo.

That market is strictly for the professionals.

Tattoo.

How much money are you prepared to invest through Mr. Miller?

Before or after I get paid?

[CHUCKLES]

Mr. Miller, have you ever met Mr. Avery Williams?

The world number one financier.

No, no. I never get to meet

the firm's clients, only their money.

But thanks to the reams of material that you sent me,

I feel I know Avery Williams like a-- like a book.

I mean, his family, his likes and dislikes,

his, uh, personal mannerisms, even the way he plays golf.

He has a wife, I mean, uh, we may...

ROARKE: There's that possibility.

Now, does he still want to trade places?

Oh, desperately. Mr. Williams hasn't had a day off

in several years. And he's eagerly looking forward

to a weekend vacation now that we've found

a suitable substitute for him.

But, uh, Mr. Miller, I must warn you.

Men of great wealth and power inevitably acquire enemies.

When you take Mr. Williams's place,

you could be placing your own life in mortal danger.

Well, my life has been pretty dull anyway,

Mr. Roarke. I think I could, uh... [CLICKS TONGUE]

...I could use a little excitement.

[CHUCKLES] I see.

Well, in that case... Tattoo.

This way, Mr. Miller.

What do you think about soybeans?

[MR. MILLER CHUCKLES]

ROARKE: We'll be there shortly.

Mr. Avery Williams will be waiting for you

in his study beyond the swimming pool.

FRANK: This is beautiful. Absolutely fantastic.

So, this is the way billionaires--

Uh, correction. Uh, the way I live.

My statue, my mansion, hmm.

AVERY: Okay...

I mean, he paid ten million a year ago.

It's worth 30 million today. But he can't find a market.

Let's offer him 20.

Take it or leave it by close of business tomorrow

New York Times.

Everybody does okay. So, everybody's happy.

-[DOOR CREAKING] -Balance of 30 million

on delivery of title within five days.

That's what I said. Five days.

-[PHONE CLANKS] -Mr. Avery Williams?

Ah, Mr. Roarke didn't exaggerate.

You'll be an entirely suitable substitute,

except maybe for your hair.

Well, now I understand, Mr. Williams.

No. Avery. Avery.

Look. Mr. Roarke chose you to take my place

because you're my exact double.

Now, nobody knows about the switch

except the three of us.

And we haven't got much time, Frank.

My secretary, Elizabeth, will be here in about a minute.

I got my diary in the top drawer of the desk

and you can check it out for my current dealings

and all my business acquaintances

across the world.

Now, let's get you out of those clothes

and let's start on our vacations,

because I'm a weary man.

DR. BERGMANN: It just occurred to me this laboratory

was built years ago.

I should have shipped out some up-to-date equipment.

Doctor, have a look in there.

DR. BERGMANN: This is magnificent.

That unit... looks like mine.

It is mine.

These units are from my own laboratory.

Is it possible?

This is Fantasy Island, Doctor.

Is there anything else I can do for you?

There is one thing.

My daughter doesn't know about my fantasy,

the experiments I've planned.

Oh. Perhaps, that is just as well.

This trip wouldn't be necessary

if I had the freedom to do my research back home.

The medical authorities, reporters, make that impossible!

You will find no such interference here

on Fantasy Island, Doctor.

But I should warn you.

Some of the natives in this area tend

to be somewhat, um... [CLICKS TONGUE]

...superstitious.

No problem. I'll keep out of their way.

Well, I trust now you have everything you need.

Everything, except...

Except the final element. The human form.

Don't worry.

It will arrive later today.

I will await delivery.

Anxiously.

A delivery of what, boss?

-A cadaver. -A what?

A dead body.

A dead body?

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Here. [SIGHS] I wear this an awful lot.

Okay, Elizabeth will be here with the rest of your schedules.

Okay, Elizabeth will be here with the rest of your schedules.

So all I can say is, uh, have fun, Frank.

Uh, Mr. Williams, uh-- Avery.

Just a moment. Don't you have any more information for me?

I mean... [STAMMERS] ...advice?

Sure. Spend money.

Now, Roarke assures me you're an honest man.

I take his word for anything.

So, use your judgment and spend as--

as much as you want. I mean, remember.

You're a billionaire now.

And if you need something, my wife

or secretary will get it for you.

Now let me get the hell out of here.

-Hear that, Frank Miller? -[DOOR SHUTS]

[CLICKS TONGUE] You're now a... [CHUCKLES]

...billionaire.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

Father!

Father?

You haven't eaten all day. I made you a sandwich.

Oh, thank you.

You promised that we'd take a walk down to the lagoon

Mr. Roarke told us about and go swimming.

Uh, you go ahead. Enjoy yourself.

I'll be busy here.

Doing what? Another stupid experiment?

Lisa, don't talk to me that way.

Father, you were the finest,

most gifted surgeon in the country.

You saved thousands of lives.

Now you've abandoned your practice and your patients

and everything else that ever meant anything to you,

-including me. -Nonsense.

You're my daughter. You know I love you.

Then prove it to me. Be my father.

Stop this work right now and go swimming with me.

I can't.

Lisa... you know I can't.

I'm waiting for a delivery from Mr. Roarke.

You can't go on mourning forever. Mother's gone.

You can't bring back the dead.

You don't own the sole rights on grief, you know.

When you lost Mother last year...

it was even harder on me. [SNIFFLES]

I lost both of you. [SOBBING]

-[DOOR KNOCKING] -Come in.

Avery, we're gonna blow that Scottish land deal

unless we move fast.

The Scottish deal, oh, yeah.

The Canadian conglomerate outbid us.

They did?

-By how much? -Uh, one million four.

But they want the mineral and the timber rights,

so if we want to build that ski resort,

we're gonna have to come up with, say, uh,

two million more to close it.

Why not?

Avery, are you feeling all right today?

Yeah, I feel fine, Elizabeth.

Uh, what else you got there?

Uh...

Uh, the, um, cost estimates

for the Avery Williams Educational Foundation,

it's, uh, it's higher than we thought.

Four hundred and sixty million.

Well, is-- [CHUCKLES] is that what I wanted?

[CHUCKLES] Com-- come on, Avery. Now, Mr. Roarke said

this-- this program will help millions of children

all over the world and you promised

to look into it.

[SIGHS] Okay. Foundation estimates are...

hereby approved.

-Next. -Oh, it's just the usual letters

putting the bite on you for money, except, uh...

I gather that you think that one is, uh,

rather deserving.

Yeah, it's Father Crombie's Children's Mission in Montana.

They need some money for, uh, baseball uniforms.

[CHUCKLES] The last time I played baseball, I was...

You know, I really should get more exercise.

ELIZABETH: Uh, you told your wife

you'd be working this morning,

so she invited Mr. Jaeger to coach her.

I see.

Fine-looking woman, Mrs. Williams.

They make a handsome couple.

Then again, so do we!

Cheer up, Elizabeth, and send Father Crombie's kids

anything they want.

[CHUCKLES] You're in a good mood today.

Is that why you're staring at me?

Uh... I'll get the stock reports for you.

FRANK: Oh, Elizabeth.

You look particularly lovely this morning.

So far, so good, Avery Williams.

[GOATS BLEATING IN DISTANCE]

Dr. Bergmann, I have brought your assistant.

He has been looking after the place

and will work with you during your stay here.

Allow me to present, uh, Makalo.

-Hello, Makalo. -[INAUDIBLE]

He can't speak?

Well, as you can see, he suffered an injury and uh...

Uh, but he can hear perfectly well.

And I can assure you,

after many years working with Dr. Van der Wyck,

he's very competent.

In fact, in preparation for your arrival,

Makalo studied transcripts of every experiment

you've conducted in recent months.

Well, I'm impressed with your thoroughness

and your thoughtfulness, Mr. Roarke.

Makalo, thank you. That will be all for now.

[INAUDIBLE]

-[DOOR OPENS] -What happened to him?

[DOOR SHUTS]

The natives looked upon Dr. Van der Wyck...

[SIGHS] ...as some sort of...

evil magician,

working with dead bodies,

turning them into zombies.

One night, um, 17-- no, 18 years ago,

they stormed this building, murdered the doctor, and, uh...

well, poor Makalo was lucky to escape with his life.

The world is full of superstitious primitives.

Many of whom have a college degree.

I've never let them disturb or discourage me, Mr. Roarke.

Have you brought what I've been waiting for?

Yes, Dr. Bergmann, if...

you're still absolutely certain you want to go through with it.

-Of course, I'm certain. -[DRUMS BEATING]

-[INDISTINCT CHATTER] -[DRUMMING CONTINUES]

Lisa! Oh, my God! Lisa!

Lisa! Lisa!

Oh, my God. No! No, she can't. She can't be dead.

How?

Why?

I had just learned that...

she was swimming alone in the lagoon

when for some reason she went under.

One of the men swam out

and found her lying on the bottom.

He brought her ashore, but by then...

it was too late.

Fate can work in cruel ways, Doctor.

You demanded a body,

and now that demand has been met.

As God as my witness, I-- I never, I never wanted this.

Perhaps, all is not lost,

not irretrievably.

You came here to raise the dead.

What better test of your powers

could there be than this, Doctor?

The resurrection of your own flesh and blood.

Yes. I'll bring her back.

I'll do it!

I'll bring my daughter back.

Help me. Help me. Hurry!

Uh, nice shot, Mrs. Williams.

[BERNIECE SIGHS]

You seem a little tense today, Berniece.

Of course, I'm tense!

Well, that's good, because in a few minutes

you're gonna have to become convincingly hysterical.

How can you be so sure that my dear husband

will come down here today?

Because I know your dear husband.

I challenged him to a game tomorrow.

That means he'll be practicing his five iron today.

And you know how much he loves to win.

BERNIECE: Hmm.

With one stroke,

your husband, my friend and employer,

will have blown himself straight to kingdom come.

That ball...

-It's a bomb? -Expertly created by me

from plastic explosives,

borrowed from your husband's shipyard.

[EXHALES] That's freaky. I mean, how--

how will we explain it to the police?

Oh, that's easy.

Avery's been having problems at the yard.

There have been threats on his life.

Elizabeth will vouch for that.

And you're sure that it will work?

Even if he misses, there's a special backup device.

[SIGHS] Oh, the one thing I love about you, Paul,

is your efficiency.

I would have preferred to have arranged an accident,

but he's gotta die the day

before he signs those foundation papers.

And gives away half a billion dollars.

Of our money.

FRANK: Hello, love.

Oh, Avery, why do you insist

on wearing that disgusting-looking hat?

How else would you know it was me, love?

[GOLF STICKS CLANKING]

[SINGING]

You want your stock reports now?

Sure. Go ahead. [SIGHS]

ELIZABETH: Okay. New York and Tokyo up

and London's down nine points...

[PHONE RINGING]

Oh. I told them to hold your calls.

[PHONE RINGING CONTINUES]

ELIZABETH: Hello.

Yes?

It's Munich. It's urgent.

[ELIZABETH AND FRANK GROANING]

Mr. Roarke, someone just tried to kill Avery Williams. [PANTS]

A slight concussion, Miss Leston,

obviously has confused him.

I suggest you lie down for a while, Avery,

-Mr. Williams. -Just a minute.

ROARKE: I did warn you, didn't I?

That your life might be in danger.

Your enemies might try again.

I suggest you take appropriate precautions

immediately, Mr. Williams.

Will you excuse me?

-Are you all right, Elizabeth? -Yes. I'm okay.

[GOATS BLEATING IN DISTANCE]

DR. BERGMANN: Her body temperature is holding.

Check the ECG.

[CLANKS]

Hurry.

All right?

Damn it! No vital signs.

[MACHINE HUMMING]

There's no tissue degeneration. I can't believe she's dead.

Makalo...

we're going to try electrotherapy.

Prepare the equipment.

[TOOLS CLANKING]

BERNIECE: Avery, that's your third glass.

You never have more than two drinks.

Well, I feel like celebrating.

Aside from the fact that I was almost blown to hell

this morning, this is turning out to be

one of the happiest days of my life.

So like you, Avery.

I am almost killed by your enemies,

and you are celebrating.

I wish you'd let me call in the police, Avery.

No, Paul. If a story like this got out to the media,

the market would take a nosedive.

It's been a glorious day.

I just spent and spent and spent.

And I'm gonna spend some more.

Among other things, I've approved

the estimates for the foundation,

and tomorrow night at the Luau,

I'm going to give a check to Mr. Roarke

for 460 million dollars.

Well!

You certainly seem to be able to accomplish a great deal

without even bothering to consult your wife.

I'm sure you don't mind if Paul

and I leave you two conspirators alone!

ELIZABETH: I'm all mixed up.

I know you, but I don't know you.

I mean, I don't know who you are.

You know, you seem so relaxed and...

You know, you haven't even smoked a cigar

-all day today. -[FRANK CHUCKLES]

But it's-- it's something else.

I-- I don't know. I'm not making any sense, am I? [CHUCKLES]

Well, don't try.

Just trust your emotions because--

Avery.

I want you to listen to me.

Listen to me and hear me out...

while I tell you why I can't work

with you any longer.

-What? No, Elizabeth, you-- -No.

I've worked with you for five years, Avery Williams,

and I've loved every minute of it

because you're a kind man.

Oh, you talk tough, but you're a kind man.

And you drive a hard bargain,

but you care about people.

And especially children.

I've watched you being hurt...

by your wife...

and all of her escapades.

But I kept my distance till now.

I don't know. Something happened today.

There's something very special about you.

And I know if I stayed,

we might become lovers and I-- I don't think

I could handle it.

Elizabeth, uh...

Suppose I was broke.

Well, you keep giving your money away

like you did today and you might be broke.

Uh, now just pretend that, um...

that I'm single,

and I've given everything away, and I'm starting from scratch.

I mean, no more billions, no more yachts,

no more mansions, no more private jets.

No more Berniece.

Just me...

and three rooms.

Could I... could I be your lover then?

I mean, do you think you could handle that?

You don't think I love you because of your money, do you?

No. Elizabeth, I want you to promise me.

Don't quit until tomorrow.

Oh, what's so special about tomorrow?

Well, for one thing, I'm taking you to the Luau.

And for another thing...

anything might happen by then.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

-[DRUMS BEATING] -[WAVES CRASHING]

[MONITOR BEEPING]

I'll try once more, Makalo.

-[THUMPS] -[MONITOR BEEPING]

Still nothing! Remove the electrodes.

-[BEEPING CONTINUES] -[DRUMS BEATING FASTER]

What's wrong?

Ignore them! We have work to do.

Lisa, I've tried everything else.

Prepare her for open-heart surgery.

Damn it, do as I say. There is no time to waste!

Doctor, you must leave here immediately!

No, can't you see?

The natives are preparing to attack.

Somehow, they have found out what you're trying to do here

-and they are filled with fear. -I can't leave my daughter!

Your daughter is dead, Doctor. You must accept that fact!

No, there's still hope. I'm gonna operate.

[NATIVES SHOUTING]

[ALL SHOUTING]

It's too late now, Dr. Bergmann.

-I won't leave my daughter. -[NATIVES CONTINUE SHOUTING]

Then it would appear that history

is about to repeat itself.

Come, Makalo.

[NATIVES SHOUTING]

-[BANGING ON DOOR] -[NATIVES CONTINUE SHOUTING]

[BANGING ON DOOR CONTINUES]

DR. BERGMANN: Lisa!

Bring her back! Bring her back!

Bring back my daughter!

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[DR. BERGMANN PANTING]

[RATTLING]

DR. BERGMANN: Bring her back to me, please!

-Wait. -[RATTLING CONTINUES]

DR. BERGMANN: Wait. Please wait. She may still have a chance.

[DR. BERGMANN PANTING]

Lisa. Lisa!

[PANTS]

What?

[SHUDDERS]

Lisa?

Oh, dear God, forgive me.

The two people I love most dearly...

my wife, and now...

now Lisa, both dead.

My dear, sweet Lisa. I never stopped loving you.

It was just that when your mother died,

I was... [INHALES] ...so consumed with guilt...

I had to escape into my work. I never meant to shut you out.

Dear God in heaven,

if I could only have another chance.

[LISA SOBS]

Lisa!

Lisa?

What, is this some cruel dream?

Dream? Why are you looking at me like that?

Lisa, you were dead. I tried to bring you back,

-and I couldn't. -Wh--

It's so strange.

I...

I don't remember anything since...

Since I was swimming in the lagoon and...

and then I...

I-- I woke up over there and I saw you.

It's a miracle.

Indeed it is, Doctor.

A miracle... not of science, but of love.

It seems that you have finally achieved your aim

to resurrect the dead.

Mr. Roarke, according to all the instruments

in the lab, Lisa was clinically dead.

As dead as you were, Doctor.

-Me? -In a sense,

you have been dead for over a year.

So far as your daughter was concerned.

But now you're alive again, restored to her.

Who's buried there?

Who knows?

Maybe the past.

We have the future to share,

-and a lot to catch up on. -DR. BERGMANN: We certainly do.

TATTOO: Boss, there is something I don't understand.

-What? -Dr. Bergmann examined Lisa...

For vital signs,

using almost every instrument known to modern medicine.

-And pronounced her dead. -Well,

dead is only a word, Tattoo,

and in spite of its ring of ultimate finality,

it has many meanings.

A person can be clinically dead, legally dead...

Even emotionally dead.

Boss, don't blind me with science.

-Just give me the straight dope. -Okay, I rigged the instruments.

With the help of Makalo?

Uh, let's put it this way, Tattoo,

it was simply a matter of controlling

the available data. Right, Makalo?

Right, Mr. Roarke.

-Boss, I'm still confused. -And I'm hungry. Shall we eat?

TATTOO: Boss, I can't see! Wait for me, boss!

I can't see! Boss! Wait for me!

[DRUMS BEATING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

-FRANK: Oh! -PAUL: Oops!

FRANK: Oh.

-[INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES] -[DRUMS BEATING CONTINUES]

[DRUMMING STOPS]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Come, Tattoo. We've just been invited

to join Mr. Williams' party.

[PEOPLE APPLAUDING]

Ladies and gentlemen, good evening.

I would like to propose a toast.

A good idea, Mr. Jaeger.

What did you do that for?

It's an old, uh, Fantasy Island custom

to promote good fellowship.

The table is so constructed that it can be spun around

like a lazy Susan.

Each person gets to taste each of the drinks.

Eh, may I suggest

that the first toast should be to Mr. Avery Williams,

who is about to endow the Foundation

for International Education

with a check for 460 million dollars?

-[WOMEN LAUGHING IN DISTANCE] -Mrs. Williams, uh,

perhaps, uh, you do not approve of my suggestion.

Do you have a more appropriate toast

-to suggest? -Uh...

[STAMMERS] ...I'm not very good at toasts.

Wh-- You surprise me.

You are good at so many things that require

imaginative thinking, poise and cool nerve.

[CHUCKLING] But in that case, let's make it simple.

Now then, Mr. Jaeger, something warm and personal

in honor of your dear friend and employer.

What is this, boss, roulette?

One might say a form of Russian roulette, yes.

Oh, come, Mr. Jaeger, surely, you have a toast to propose.

Don't be bashful.

I think maybe you'd better count me out.

My stomach,

these tropical drinks don't agree with me.

Oh, I am so sorry.

Eh, do you suppose that somehow,

you could have drunk some of the poison

you poured into Mr. Williams's drink?

What? What did you say?

I'm sure that, uh, this has your fingerprints on it.

Possibly, Mrs. Williams's as well.

It's your word against ours, Roarke.

What do you mean, "ours"? It was your idea.

Liar!

You wanted Avery dead as much as I did.

-Gentlemen. -[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

I'd like a word with you, Mr. Williams.

In private, if I may?

-Yes, of course. -Tattoo,

will you keep Miss Leston company?

Oh, yes, boss. Thank you.

My fantasy is over, isn't it?

I'm afraid so, Mr. Miller. Yes.

The, uh, foundation cheque.

Oh. Thank you very much.

Will you...

will you tell Elizabeth about me after I'm gone?

Oh, most assuredly. This way, please.

Did you have a good weekend, Avery?

Fantastic! I feel like a new man, Frank.

Yes, so do I.

Let's do it again, every year.

ROARKE: Oh, I'm sorry, gentlemen.

It is my policy never to repeat a fantasy. I'm sorry.

Mr. Roarke, that cheque you're holding in your hand

looks like one of mine.

Now, I'd hate to report that it's a forgery.

Is that a threat, Mr. Williams?

In a word, yes. Unless you agree that our fantasy

-can be repeated. -Well, in that case...

perhaps, I can make an exception

on behalf of all those children throughout the world,

who are going to benefit from your extreme generosity.

-[♪♪♪♪♪] -[AVERY CHUCKLES]

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

Dr. Bergmann, I trust your stay on the island was satisfactory?

Very. In fact I think I learned more

in my short stay here

than in all my years of practicing medicine.

Well, that's remarkable.

May we have some idea of what might that be?

It's very simple, really. Life is for the living.

And love is for those who are still close.

How about your fantasy, Lisa?

Well, I have my father back. That's all I could ask for.

I'll never forget you, Mr. Roarke.

-Thank you. -We're still not sure

-exactly how you did it. -[CHUCKLES]

TATTOO: It's very simple, Doctor.

Just a matter of controlling the available data.

Uh, something like that.

-Thank you, again. Goodbye. -Goodbye, Doctor.

Goodbye, Miss Bergmann.

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

Mr. Miller, was your fantasy all that you hoped it would be?

Oh, more. So much more, Mr. Roarke.

Because now I can go back

and make those rich people even richer

and not be concerned with one dollar,

because I'm coming back to Fantasy Island

to take care of business and be Avery Williams.

One year is a long time to stay away

from somebody you care about.

Yes, that's the, uh,

that's the only sad part, Tattoo.

I hope... I hope Elizabeth will be waiting.

Oh, I'm afraid not, Mr. Miller.

You see, Miss Leston is not the patient type.

How dare you just break into my life

and leave without asking me to go with you?

Some fantasies produce

their own fantastic surprises, Tattoo.

Mr. Williams has decided to send his secretary

to manage a new branch office in, are you ready?

Mr. Miller's hometown.

Don't forget to send me a letter about grain futures.

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

What did you say? Grain futures?

-Mm-hmm. -I suppose you plan

to corner the market?

Boss, everyone can have a fantasy, can't he, huh?

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