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The plane! The plane!

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

Is that the Jungle Man?

Yes. Mr. David Farley, the actor,

is no doubt better known as Jungle Man than by his own name.

What has he been doing since the TV series ended?

Very little, my friend.

Playing the role of Jungle Man for over a decade typecast him so badly

that he hasn't been able to find any work at all for the last two years.

But I read about him making personal appearances at fairs and things like that.

Yes, he was making his living that way for a short time.

But now even that activity has been forbidden to him.

Forbidden?

Yes, you see, the producers of his old series own the name "Jungle Man."

They have obtained a court order barring Mr. Farley

from ever appearing anywhere in his former role or costume.

So it is Mr. Farley's fantasy to have one last grand adventure as Jungle Man,

the role he came to love more than his own life.

Ah! That young lady is Miss Mary Ann Carlin.

Possibly the most famous ventriloquist in the world.

I remember her. I saw her act in Paris.

She's fantastic. She's wonderful.

She is ostensibly here for an engagement in the Fantasy Island Supper Club.

But she's actually come to us with a much more serious problem.

What problem can she have? She's young and beautiful. And she's a great success.

Miss Carlin fears she's paying too high a price for that success.

You see, every person has a very complex system of behavioral patterns

which we call personality.

Some patterns are good, some bad.

In the case of Miss Carlin, she has divided too many of her personality traits

with her puppet, Valerie.

Are you saying that part of her personality lives in her puppet?

Precisely.

What's her fantasy?

To separate herself from this Jezebel half of her personality,

at least for this weekend, so she can sort out her life and determine

which of her personalities is dominant.

What she must face is very dangerous.

If she should fail,

the Valerie part of her personality could become

the instrument of her own destruction.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island!

How do you like my ring, darling? Omar gave it to me.

You remember Omar, that oil man? It was part of our divorce settlement.

Oh, I remember. Omar was your third husband.

Fourth. I made him a millionaire.

Of course, he was a multimillionaire

when I met him.

Oh, he wants to marry me again

to get back some of the money I married him for.

Oh, I think I'm getting a migraine.

Valerie, I am appalled that you'd marry somebody just for money.

No, no, darling. You don't marry for money. You divorce for it.

Is that all you ever think about, is men? Men and money?

What about love, romance?

Oh, Mary Ann, you're so common.

Why must you be a wet blanket? Don't your juices flow?

Honey, what you need is some young blood.

I have young blood.

Why keep it in such an old container?

And speaking of old...

That's enough, Valerie.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, for being such a nice audience.

It was wonderful being with you.

Speak for yourself.

Most enjoyable, Miss Carlin.

I love your act. Thank you.

Tattoo, Mr. Roarke, I'd like you to meet my manager, George Reardon.

How do you do? How do you do, Mr. Reardon?

Hello. How do you do, sir?

Aren't you gonna introduce me, dummy?

After all, I am the better half of the act.

I mean, who goes to see Plain Jane.

This is my colleague, Valerie.

How do you do, Valerie?

Hello, Valerie.

Say goodbye, Valerie.

One of these days...

If you are ready, one of our drivers will take you to your bungalow now, Miss Carlin.

Of course.

I'll meet you later for lunch and dancing and riding.

Let's have some fun.

As soon as I get settled in. All right.

Nice meeting you. Our pleasure, sir.

Well, Mr. Reardon seems very fond of you, Miss Carlin.

It's mutual.

He don't seem to know why you're really here.

He doesn't.

Part of my reason for wanting to get my head straightened out is so we can find out

how we really feel about each other.

I see.

And are you worried that he might find the Valerie part of you

more intriguing or appealing or fascinating than the Mary Ann?

Well, Mr. Farley, are you ready for your fantasy?

Ready?

I've been waiting for this chance for the past two years.

Ever since my television series was cancelled.

You keep in good shape.

I trained for this role like a fighter trains for a shot at the championship.

Maybe harder. Because in a way, I...

I don't know, I kind of became the character.

I am Jungle Man.

Or at least, the old me was.

Which, as the producer's lawyers said, makes me an obsolete man.

It's kind of hard on the ego being called obsolete at 37.

You don't want to hear it.

Even if it is true.

Boss, maybe we could help him to sue those producers.

Thanks, Tattoo.

But giving me this one last fling as Jungle Man is all I ask.

Oh, your fantasy will be more than just an acting fling, Mr. Farley.

It will be real.

Okay, I'm in your hands.

The other characters from my television series,

will they be there, too?

Mara, your wife, yes.

Your enemy, Derek Haskell, the white hunter.

Prester John, your faithful native friend. And Princess...

Rima. Princess Rima.

You know, who wanted to... You and her... You know what I mean.

They sound kind of corny, don't they?

I don't know, maybe we were.

Our stories were just simple. Good versus evil. The audience loved it.

We all did. I still watch the reruns.

That's why I need this fantasy.

If I can become that character one more time,

being strong, confident, able to handle things,

maybe when I come back, I can put the pieces of my own life together.

If it doesn't work...

You understand, Mr. Farley, your fantasy has been one of the most difficult

we've ever attempted. Hasn't it, Tattoo?

Right, boss.

Yes, the people from your past,

whom I just mentioned, will be there, alive,

in the same way that other famous fictional

characters, Oliver Twist, Sherlock Holmes,

Sir Galahad and Hamlet can come alive,

with motives, passions and honesties true to themselves.

I pick up where I left off?

Not quite. They got a new life of their own since the series ended.

So you must understand, Mr. Farley, you will have no script to follow,

no stunt men in dangerous situations. You will have only yourself to rely on.

And since it will all be real,

if you are killed during your adventure, Mr. Farley,

you will be dead a very long time.

Mara, all of it, real.

I couldn't ask for more than that, Mr. Roarke. When do I start?

Now.

Just through that door.

Good luck, Jungle Man.

What's he talking about? There's no way out of here.

Mr. Roarke...

It's happening. Roarke did it.

Oh! Please, come in.

Thank you, Miss Carlin.

Are the accommodations satisfactory?

Yes. They're beautiful, Mr. Roarke.

Oh, I am very pleased.

But what happens now?

First, I must ask you if you are sure you want to go through with this.

Oh, yes.

Are you willing to risk the many possible dangers that will confront you?

I have to.

Valerie's influence, her personality, frighten me, Mr. Roarke.

I'm afraid she wants to take possession of me.

And I've got to get her out of my mind for 48 hours

so I can decide what to do with my life.

That is precisely the danger.

You see, I can only accomplish what you wish

by making an ultimate extension of your split personality.

What do you mean?

I must make the division absolutely complete

by giving life...

Apparent life,

to your other half.

You mean,

bring Valerie to life?

But that's impossible. She's a wooden dummy.

Miss Carlin, this is Fantasy Island.

Things are possible here,

which can occur no other place.

I'm sorry, but there is no other way.

So you must decide if you want to risk it.

Risk it?

I'll do anything to be completely free of her for a weekend.

Very well.

Is she really alive, Mr. Roarke?

Yes.

And how do you feel, Miss Carlin?

Wonderful.

I've never felt freer or better.

I am so pleased.

And I don't want to waste a minute of it.

In fact, George asked me to have lunch with him and take a tour around the island.

I'm gonna find him right now.

She's a very stupid girl.

No, a very nice girl.

And very vulnerable.

But she really didn't understand what you said.

That this is a contest to see whose personality is dominant.

Hers or mine.

That's true.

She thinks she might want to leave this island without me.

She's half right.

I think only one of us will leave.

And it'll be me...

even if I have to kill her.

Prester John, old friend, it is good to see you.

What is wrong? Do you not recognize me?

I know you, Jungle Man.

What are you doing?

Your question reveals how long you have been away.

I collect poison from pumba plant for war arrows.

War?

What has happened?

In a special ceremony tomorrow,

Princess Rima will sign a paper to sell our land to foreigners.

They will strip our soil for minerals,

and my people will die. And so will our way of life.

But many others will die with us.

Who convinced Princess Rima to sign these papers?

Have you forgot Derek Haskell

as you forgot those of us who called you friend?

I did not forget you or your people.

Prester John, I only wish I could explain,

so you would understand why I've been away.

Well, it matters no longer.

What will happen now will happen.

Have you been to your home?

I'm going there now to see Mara.

Goodbye, Jungle Man.

Wait.

This war you plan,

give me time to find another way.

Your words are like your presence.

Too late.

Mara?

Mara?

Mara?

I don't think I've ever seen you happier.

Well, maybe it's because I'm free.

Free of what?

Oh, just free.

Dinner later?

Yeah. I'll be ready at 8:00.

Hello, sweet, sweet Mary Ann.

Well, I'm sure you have more to look at than I do.

Why do you dislike me so much?

Dislike you?

I hate you.

For the same reasons you hate me.

And you've been thinking of getting rid of Valerie, haven't you?

Well, have you ever stopped to imagine that

Valerie's been thinking of getting rid of Mary Ann?

Now look, lady, you've had the best of it.

When the act was finished, I was stuck away in that box.

Now, I was the passion in this twosome.

And I was locked up and I had no place to spend it.

Look, I'm sorry. I didn't even know you had feelings.

You didn't know?

What does that change?

This is wonderful.

I'm a part of you, but you're not a part of me.

That means that you can feel my pain

and my passion, and I can't feel any of yours.

Now, my dear...

I'm gonna make you suffer

the way you made me suffer all those years in that trunk.

Aah!

Ow!

Oh, no!

Oh, please, stop it!

My dear, you've just shown me the way to destroy you.

So pretty. Would you like to have a dress like that? Yes?

Let me see how you look.

Oh, beautiful. Isn't she gorgeous?

Wait, I have another one for you.

Let's see.

I think it should be...

Hello, Mara.

One day you kissed me

and you said you would be home before sundown.

I waited two years of sundown before I came here.

Now I have a new life.

And then this day, you come and say "Hello, Mara."

Well, I have news for you. Mara has nothing to say to you.

You made a mistake to come back.

A bad mistake, Jungle Man.

I have business with Rima.

We'll talk later, Mara.

I own her now.

We'll talk about that later, too.

If you live that long.

I'll live.

Long enough.

Aren't you gonna say hello, George?

Who are you?

Someone that knows a great deal about you.

Me?

How?

You wouldn't believe it if I told you.

Don't you feel that somehow you know me, too?

Yes.

Of course you do, George.

You don't understand that now, but you know it's true.

You can't help yourself.

I'm part of something you love.

Mr. Roarke?

I had a strong feeling you wished to see me, Mr. Farley.

Look, it's not working out.

It was bad enough when my real life was wiped out. But...

But now my fantasy life is being wiped out, too.

Things have gone to hell here with everybody I care about.

I can't even explain why I've been gone for two years.

Not to Prester John and especially not to Mara.

How could they understand?

You disappoint me, Mr. Farley. It seems you've failed.

Failed? It's not my fault...

Well, you told me you were Jungle Man. I believed you.

But you are thinking and talking like Mr. David Farley,

unemployed actor. Wait a minute.

Do you wish to leave Fantasy Island and leave those people to their fate?

Is that your concept of the character you said you had become? Is it?

The alternative is to continue your fantasy. To be Jungle Man.

A man of action and, above all, courage.

A man who lets his actions speak for themselves.

And, as I recall, in nearly 300 episodes,

a man who never explained anything to anybody.

Isn't that the simple directness you and the audience loved?

There is Jungle Man's world.

Your world, if you make it yours.

You know, Mr. Roarke, I'm beginning to see what you mean.

I'll find a way...

I'll find a way.

Valerie, stop it! Oh, please!

I've come to see Princess Rima.

Stop!

So, my Jungle Man returns.

I must talk to you, Rima.

Are my kisses so unpleasant?

I want you to stop the sale of the land, to destroy the papers.

Rima, you know the people as I do. You know they will die.

But then you will be rich. You and Haskell.

And you, too,

if you will join me.

Be careful, Jungle Man.

If you're not my lover, you will be my enemy.

Destroy the papers, Rima.

Don't be a fool.

Then I will stop you.

You know, letting him go was a mistake.

No.

I have a better way of beating him.

Good morning.

My, but you do look terrible this morning, dear.

How could you?

Oh, now, now. You should be thanking me, actually.

Didn't you enjoy our little romance?

I loathed it.

Don't you know that you can't lie to yourself?

You were the puppet this time, and I was the puppeteer.

How'd you like it?

Did I pull the right strings?

Did your lips kiss back?

Did you feel his hands on your body?

Stop it!

Hmm.

Stop it? Is that what you said last night? "Stop it."

Is that what you've always said to George?

"Stop it, George"?

George?

Of course, it was George.

After all these years, I finally beat you to him.

Well, at least you know what you've been missing.

And now so does George.

You are sick.

No.

I'm merely everything that you've always suppressed.

Passion, the joy, the ecstasy.

All the reasons for staying alive.

And that's exactly what I intend on doing, sweet, innocent little Mary Ann.

Live.

Mary Ann will die. Valerie will live.

Saw Princess Rima. She plans to go ahead with the sale of the land.

I told her I would stop her. With your help I will.

How can you do that?

Our army will be invisible.

Therefore countless and magical.

We will fight as we did in the old days, together.

We will defeat Derek and Princess Rima.

These are not the old days.

But we will fight together this one.

For the last time.

A simple way to establish dominance.

And it works.

We have a very special show planned for you tonight,

dear, sweet little Mary Ann.

No. Shut up!

You'll speak only when I give you permission to speak, remember?

Let's see now.

What would my little puppet wear?

Well, certainly not one of my costumes.

Something more primitive.

Yes.

This will do quite nicely.

Don't you think?

Tonight I will be Miss Sophisticate.

And you...

You will be the dummy.

My own creation.

Miss Unsophisticate.

What are you doing here?

I come here often.

What about you and Derek?

Do you think that if I had wanted to be his woman, I would have waited so long?

Mara.

I could build our home strong again.

And how long will you stay

before you disappear again into the world beyond the jungle?

You are right.

I won't lie to you.

I must leave again tomorrow.

Then take me with you.

I can't.

Back in civilization, I can't even support myself.

Mara, I'm not what you think I am. I'm not strong.

Then what is to become of me?

If you're telling me to go...

and to be Haskell's woman...

this is my answer.

The time has come, my friends, for the signing ceremony.

A new day is about to begin for this land.

A time of plenty, of progress, of opportunity.

The paper cannot be signed!

Seize him!

I said seize him!

The jungle around you is filled with death.

Now destroy the papers.

Do you really believe I ruled all these years by being so stupid?

You're beaten, Jungle Man.

Signal your men and tell them to

take those silly blowguns and leave now.

Or else she dies.

Now hear me, you two.

Release my wife or it will be you who die.

Come on, you're stalling.

Now bring her here.

No! He's bluffing!

What's it gonna be, Haskell?

I told you we should have killed him.

Well, Derek Haskell's not gonna die for you or any woman.

Let her go.

I never would have given in.

I know.

Goodbye, Rima.

Jungle Man?

Will we meet again?

Ladies and gentlemen,

I'm delighted to have you here this evening for this special farewell performance

of my little puppet.

Or more correctly, my little dummy,

my alter ego for these many years, Mary Ann.

Oh, yes, yes. I know it's sad.

But this is definitely the last time she will ever appear.

Anywhere.

Not that anyone ever took much notice of her with me there to look at.

Check the action, honey.

When you were a little girl, they probably called it fluid drought.

They call it something else now.

Girl power.

Will you please pay attention?

Look at her.

If you dipped her face in batter, you could probably make gorilla cookies.

Talk about a figure.

This morning, she came into my room and tried on my bikini.

Have you ever seen a pair of pliers wrapped in a Band-Aid?

Take a good look, honey.

When you're gone, these will be my sole means of support.

You know, sometimes I think Mary Ann wouldn't even move a splinter

unless I told her to.

Watch this.

Ow!

Fight her, Miss Carlin. Look inside yourself.

Find your own dominant strengths and traits.

Believe in yourself, Mary Ann.

It's the only way. Fight her. Break her spell.

I've won, Valerie.

It's all over.

Put that down!

I'll kill you.

I'm free, Mr. Roarke. Thank you.

You're a most courageous young woman, Miss Carlin.

It is time to go, Mr. Farley. Your fantasy is over.

Mr. Roarke, I just can't leave.

Mara's my wife and I love her. These are my people.

If I go with you,

I go back to being a pathetic, obsolete human being.

That would kill me.

I see.

Well, it's a highly unusual request.

But if you wish to stay here, it can be done.

You realize, of course, that such a decision is irrevocable.

We wouldn't have it any other way.

In that case, goodbye, Mr. Farley...

Jungle Man.

Goodbye, Madame. Goodbye, sir. And good luck.

Thank you, Mr. Roarke, for saving my life.

What are you going to do now?

Are you gonna start all over again with a new kind of puppet?

Puppet? Yes, well, I've heard husbands called that before.

We're going to be married as soon as we get home.

Oh, I am very happy for both of you.

Goodbye, Mr. Roarke. Goodbye, Mr. Reardon.

Bye-bye. Bye.

Miss Carlin. Goodbye. Bye.

Boss, you really did it this time.

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