Original subtitles

[♪♪]

[BELL CLANGS]

The plane! The plane!

[GIGGLES]

Good morning, boss. Good morning, Tattoo.

Are you ready to meet our guests?

Boss, boss. What is it?

My car. It’s been stolen.

Stolen? Yes. I left it right here.

ROARKE: Surely, you must be mistaken.

Who would steal a car on Fantasy Island?

Especially of that size.

You must have parked it somewhere else.

No, boss. I parked it right there.

Tattoo, please.

We mustn’t keep our guests waiting.

I’m sure your car will turn up.

Come on. Let’s go.

[GIGGLES]

Smiles, everyone, smiles.

[HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING]

Mrs. Helena Marsh

and her son, Jamie, all the way from New York City.

TATTOO: There must be some mistake.

This lady was here before

and you never let anyone

come back twice on Fantasy Island.

Oh, there are exceptions to every rule, my friend.

Especially when one’s fantasy wasn’t completed

the first time around.

Not completed?

We had the fashion show

with all those designers from all over the world

and she won the first price, didn’t she?

Oh, she did, indeed. And it’s led to great success

in the fashion industry ever since.

TATTOO: Then how come her fantasy was not, uh, completed?

ROARKE: Because while she was here the first time,

she met a man and fell in love.

A love she never revealed to anyone.

Now, four years later,

she’s asked us to make everything as it was then.

TATTOO: You mean, we’re gonna have another fashion show

with all those pretty girls?

Well, naturally.

Pretty girls are an essential part of such activities.

Do you recognize that man, Tattoo?

TATTOO: No. Why should I?

Is he some kind of, uh, VIP?

ROARKE: Not at all,

and that’s the point.

Mr. Tony Emerson is the kind of person

who gets lost in a crowd.

To himself and to the world, he’s a nobody.

He wants to become somebody?

Oh, he does, indeed.

A very special kind of somebody.

For this weekend, Mr. Emerson wants to be a hero.

A hero?

What kind of a hero?

The kind that are his favorites in the movies.

John Wayne, Charles Bronson, Clint Eastwood.

That guy?

Oh, boss, why don’t you forget the whole thing?

Your faith could move a molehill.

Believe me, for this weekend,

Mr. Emerson will become the toughest man alive.

[♪♪]

My dear guests,

I am Mr. Roarke, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island!

[♪♪]

Hello.

Hello, Jamie. Mrs. Marsh.

It’s nice having you back on Fantasy Island again.

It’s nice being back.

Darling, why don’t you go and find a table

and I’ll join you in a minute?

Okay.

He’s certainly grown to be a big and handsome lad, huh?

Yes. Hasn’t he?

Jamie doesn’t know why we’re here

apart from the fashion show and a small vacation.

I understand. Oh, I’m sure he’ll have a good time.

I suppose you think that I’m rather foolish for, uh...

For being in love? No.

Never, Mrs. Marsh.

In my country, it’s a national pastime.

Even when you don’t tell

the one that you’re in love with?

Oh, I assure you, Mrs. Marsh,

the world is filled with, uh, secret loves.

Were you really able to make things

exactly the same as they were last four years?

As much as possible.

But, uh, many things have, of course, changed.

You, for instance. Me?

Oh, most definitely.

The last time you arrived,

your husband had just died three months before

and you were busy picking up the pieces of your life

and the fashion career you abandoned when you married.

And, uh, financially,

running a hospital school in the slums of Calcutta

hadn’t made you an exactly prosperous woman.

[GIGGLES]

Well, I suppose some things have changed.

I remember I had $48 and 10 cents to my name

when I stepped off that plane the first time.

And now you are quite a success.

But as for the rest of your fantasy,

um, as it was four years ago,

the Fantasy Island Festival of Fashion

is once again being held

among the designers and, uh, newsmen and,

uh, spectators are the same three

very eligible bachelors who were here the first time.

For instance, um, uh, Count, uh, Rafael Delgado.

HELENA: Dear Rafael.

The famous French designer, Jean Montagne.

HELENA [GIGGLES]: He never changes.

And, of course, the American fashion critic,

Mr. Edwin Sommers.

You are amazing.

We try to please.

Uh, enjoy your lunch and, uh,

I’ll see you this afternoon.

This afternoon? Uh, yes.

The first round of the fashion festival.

Oh, oh, of course.

Now, if you’ll excuse me. Uh, Tattoo.

TONY: Guess I’m having second thoughts, Mr. Roarke.

I mean, I’m a passable engineer.

Put a drawing board in front of me, I’m a good problem solver,

but to try to make me into a hero like the Duke,

Clint Eastwood or Charles Bronson.

Have faith, Mr. Emerson.

This is Fantasy Island.

Do you know the only actual difference

between you and those macho superheroes

you just mentioned?

Well, I always thought I did.

It’s that, like almost everyone,

you utilize only 10 to 15 percent

of your true potential.

Whereas, heroes

through all history

have been those able to tap and use

tremendous power...

and courage.

What’s this?

It’s a sieve that, uh, Sampson,

before facing the Philistines,

harnessed his inner strength

with a draft very similar to this one.

That inner strength is yours

with just one sip.

Uh, would you like to test it yourself?

[♪♪]

Whoo!

Oh.

I’m...terribly sorry.

I feel kind of...

I feel kind of strange.

I feel...

I don’t know how I feel.

Feel kind of...

Huh?

Wha...?

Unbend it. Are you kidding?

Please try, Mr. Emerson.

TONY: Unbend a horseshoe? ROARKE: Mm-hmm.

[♪♪]

Oh, my gosh.

Oh, my gosh.

I did it! I really did it.

Oh, Mr. Roarke, what do I do now?

I suggest, uh, you return to your bungalow.

There you will find a wardrobe more appropriate, uh,

for your weekend.

After that, it’s up to you.

[WESTERN MUSIC PLAYING]

Milk.

What are you all dressed up for?

Come on. Take off that trick-or-treat costume

and, uh, let’s see those pretty legs, those...

SAM: My sister, Anna, does not--

Bug off, buster!

We don’t need you.

What about me?

[LAUGHS]

What is that, milk you’re drinking?

You want some, creep?

[WESTERN MUSIC PLAYING]

[SCREAMS]

[COUGHS]

You see, Sam?

I told you, he’s the only man that can help us.

Help you?

How?

I’m almost afraid to tell.

Even you.

It would take the toughest man alive to help us.

What do you got in mind?

TATTOO: And now for the next entry

for the Fantasy Island Fashion Festival

coming all the way from Paris, France,

Mr. Jean Montagnen,

is a collection called "Le Papillon".

[APPLAUSE]

[TATTOO SPEAKING FRENCH]

[DUCKS QUACKING]

Just like your father.

Always feeding someone.

You have to be Dr. Marsh’s son.

How did you know that?

You look just like him.

My name is Cebee Singh.

I am covering the fashion show for my newspaper in Calcutta.

My name’s Jamie.

Yes, I know.

Uh, the last time I saw you,

you were running around in diapers.

[GIGGLES]

Did you know my father well?

He raised me,

along with some two hundred or so other children, of course.

Without your father,

I never would have learned to read or write.

I was very sad to hear that he had died.

Thank you.

So four years later,

you can imagine how happy I was to hear

that your mother would be here also.

She was much loved too.

I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you too.

TATTOO: Ladies and gentlemen,

for the last entry of this afternoon,

Helena Marsh, "Moonlight in India".

MAN: Bravo! Bravo!

That’ll be Mom. I gotta go.

It was nice to see you... again, I guess.

Yes, again.

[MIDDLE EASTERN MUSIC PLAYING]

Boss, boss, I’ve got to talk to you.

Uh, later, Tattoo. I’m watching the show.

But, boss, it’s important.

All right, Tattoo. What is it?

It’s about Mrs. Marsh.

All afternoon I was watching her

to see which man she was in love with.

Tattoo.

Boss, you think that’s bad,

wait till I tell you the worst.

She does not look at any of those men.

All afternoon, she’s been looking at you.

Me?

I think you’re the reason she came back to Fantasy Island.

You are the one she’s in love with.

[♪♪]

[♪♪]

SAM: Ours is a small, poor village

on the other side of the island.

Hardworking people.

Pearl farmers.

Pearls?

Every year, just when our pearls are harvest,

Captain Fisk come with his gang

and take most of them away from us.

And they leave us just enough to survive until the next year.

Have you ever tried fighting back?

Oh, once a long time ago.

Then Captain Fisk came along and

did terrible things to us, to our village in retaliation.

We are divers.

We are pearl farmers. We’re not fighters.

That’s why we need your help.

To fight for you?

SAM: Maybe for a while, but more important

is to teach us how to fight

so we can protect ourselves after you’re gone.

Gang of fence-cutting poachers, huh?

Well, I guess I know what the Duke

or Eastwood would do with a bunch of creeps like that.

Duke?

Eastwood?

Friends of yours?

Sort of.

Birds of a feather.

You know, kindred spirits.

Well, I guess we better be moseying along.

[♪♪]

ANNA: They were here already.

SAM: Then we’re too late.

MAN: Where is Captain Fisk?

Uh, the boat couldn’t make it,

but he sent a message.

He hoped you folks had a good year

’cause he can sure use the extra loot.

He has such contempt for us.

He doesn’t even bother to come himself anymore.

Save the violins.

Give me the pearls.

[♪♪]

TONY: Well, now.

What have we here?

Huh.

TONY: Mighty nice.

Who does this belong to?

They’re ours, smart guy.

They belong to the people of the village.

We worked a whole year for them.

Well, boys,

seems to be a little difference of opinion around here.

Hand them over, fella, pronto,

or you’re gonna be sorry.

[LAUGHS] Wrong.

[♪♪]

You’re the one who’s gonna be sorry.

[GRUNTS]

Any more discussion, you or you?

Or do we have it all worked out?

Wait till we tell the captain.

He’s gonna be mad and you ain’t gonna like that.

None of you! That I guarantee.

[CROWD CHEERING]

[BOOING]

ANNA: Here, Grandfather.

Our pearls, all safe.

Safe? For how long?

An hour? A day?

Only until Blue Fisk returns.

When the captain does come back,

will you teach us how to fight him this time?

Will you lead us?

I didn’t ride all the way over here to lose.

Yay!

[ALL CHEERING]

[♪♪]

[HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Well, I suppose what I mean is that, uh,

I’m glad that the fashions of the last few years

have finally come to an end ’cause I think...

Boss, boss, where have you been?

I’ve been looking all over for you.

If you must know, I’ve been looking out over the ocean.

Looking out over the ocean?

Is something wrong with it?

I just had some thinking to do.

Don’t worry, boss.

I will have everything under control.

I’m sure I can get Mrs. Marsh

and her son on the first plane tomorrow morning.

I may have to change different things,

but I think it’s the best.

After all,

she can be on the false pretense.

Do you ever foresee changing that?

Ladies and gentlemen, will you excuse me?

I believe this is the dance Mrs. Marsh has promised to me.

Mrs. Marsh.

Um, it was good seeing you, Cebee.

I would be most grateful

if we could talk about the hospital school later on.

Well, right now I...

I don’t know where I’d find the time.

He’s not bothering you, I hope.

No.

It’s just that that part of my life is over.

I’m glad I lived it, but now it’s...

it’s time that I...

Leave it behind.

Yes. Leave it behind forever.

Is something wrong?

No. It’s just that under this well-practiced facade

of calm and poise,

I feel like a teenage boy on his first date.

Why?

Because of something my friend, Tattoo, suspects.

Uh...

[CHUCKLES]

I’m almost afraid to say it.

What?

That I could be the man

you came back to Fantasy Island for.

And if that’s true?

Then the fantasy I’ve had for four years

will finally come true as well.

Tattoo,

I think you can stop worrying

about juggling that flight out of here tomorrow morning.

[♪♪]

Still can’t find your car, Tattoo?

Boss, I’m sure someone stole it.

I left it last night right here.

Oh, come now. Who on Fantasy Island

would dare do such a terrible... [HORN HONKS]

[HONKING]

[CHESTER GIBBERS]

Chester.

Chester, come back!

You thief!

You stupid monkey!

[♪♪]

I can see this is a much more serious problem

than I thought before.

Chester, I’ll get you for that!

You rotten monkey!

[♪♪]

Mr. Roarke, you’ll never believe what’s been happening.

Things beyond my wildest dreams. And today--

There will be no today.

What do you mean that there’ll be no today?

Your fantasy is over, Mr. Emerson.

This check you gave me, it bounced.

Bounced?

Then they made a mistake.

Obviously, someone did.

Shall we go? Now, wait.

Wait. You just can’t turn my fantasy on and off

like a faucet.

Really? Tattoo.

Then perhaps you should try unbending this.

Mr. Roarke, look.

I mean, you can’t do this. Please.

I talked these people

into sticking their necks out because of me.

They think I’m strong enough to fight that band of outlaws

who’ve been robbing them.

Without me, b-believe me...

Yes, I can well imagine.

It seems you defrauded them too, doesn’t it?

I just can’t leave them.

What-- What am I gonna do?

Well, you’re the man who wanted to be a hero, Mr. Emerson.

Perhaps you should figure that out.

But I...

I’m afraid I have other business to attend to.

I must ask you that, uh, you make up your mind.

You can either get in now

and have a ride back to the main house

or stay here.

It’s a very long walk.

But I can’t leave them.

So be it. [ENGINE STARTS]

Good luck.

[♪♪]

Boss,

don’t you think you were a little hard on him?

Mr. Emerson wanted to be a hero, Tattoo.

Now perhaps he’s going to have a real chance

to fulfill his fantasy.

What about, uh, Mrs. Marsh’s fantasy?

If you must know, my friend,

Helena is the reason I must get back.

[♪♪]

[APPLAUSE]

WOMAN: Bravo. Bravo.

MAN: Oh, yes, bravo.

TATTOO: And now the fashion of Spain.

[SPANISH MUSIC PLAYING]

MAN: Yes. Bravo.

Tattoo, did you hear? Did you hear?

I didn’t hear anything.

Mom and Mr. Roarke.

They’re going to be married.

That’s very nice.

I’ve been looking all over for you.

Anna...

Not that we are worried.

With you to lead us,

it’s Fisk who should be worried.

Your people have put their faith in a...in a phony.

What? That man at the pool,

and Fisk’s men, that was all Roarke’s doing.

Now I’m right back where I started

from before I came to this island.

A guy who never stood up to anything in his life.

I don’t believe you.

Unfortunately, it’s true,

whether you believe me or not.

I see.

I will get the horses.

It was wrong for Sam and me to bring you here.

Letting me off the hook, huh?

Just like that?

What choice do we have?

We suffered before.

No doubt we will again.

No.

For whatever I’m worth, which isn’t much,

I’ve gotta stay and do what I can.

Against such animals?

Animals?

That’s what they are, aren’t they?

Animals.

That’s right.

Animals.

And even if I’m not the toughest man alive anymore,

there’s one thing I’ve got even Roarke can’t take away from me.

I’m a good engineer

and I can figure out ways to trap animals.

Come on.

Oh, Tattoo, there you are.

We’ve been looking everywhere for you.

Is something wrong? Nothing is wrong, boss.

I’ll be out of your way in a minute.

Out of my way?

Not gonna take me long.

Now wait a minute.

Your ledger, your computer,

your favorite books, your trumpet music?

I will clean my room out as soon as I finish here.

Tattoo, why?

Why?

You don’t have to draw me a picture.

The boss is getting married.

This is going to be your house now.

You don’t want me to be around.

I see.

And just where do you plan to move to, my friend?

Don’t worry, boss.

I’ll find some place.

Maybe behind the barn.

I don’t need a lot of room.

Tattoo, please don’t do this.

What difference does it make to you anyway?

[LAUGHS]

You are the best friend

of the man that I’m going to marry.

It makes a great deal of difference to me.

Besides, if you leave now,

it’ll be like breaking up our family

before it even begins.

It’s true.

Then how come I was the last one to know

about you getting married?

Oh, so that’s it.

We didn’t tell you because we didn’t have a chance.

Apparently, you took off from the fashion show immediately

after talking to Jamie.

You were going to be the first person

we told after Jamie.

Oh, yes.

We love you, Tattoo.

And we want you to go on living here in this house

just like you always have.

You really mean it?

With all my heart.

You too, boss?

Yes, me too.

Now will you start unpacking before we all start to cry?

[♪♪]

They’re here. Captain Fisk and his men.

And he looks really mad.

Spread out and flush ’em out.

TONY: That ain’t no man. That’s a walking mountain.

Well, as they say in the war movies,

no fighting till you see the whites of their eyes.

Careful, honey. I don’t want anything happening to you.

[♪♪]

Yoo-hoo.

There he is. Get him.

Hoo-hoo.

Pull!

[LAUGHS]

They’re all yours, boys.

Over this way.

If you’re looking for me, that is.

Something tells me you are.

Ah!

I got your girl, tough guy.

Come on out or she’ll wind up with a broken arm.

Ah! No, Tony, you can’t!

Unhand her, you bum.

This is between you and me.

All right, punk.

Let’s get this settled.

[LAUGHS]

[GRUNTS]

I’m gonna tear you apart with my bare hands.

Please, we’ve got to help him.

Fisk is going to kill him.

But he fight with two men yesterday

and he won.

But that was yesterday.

Today he’s just as afraid as we are.

He could have left, but he stayed.

He stayed to fight our fight.

Fisk is such a terrible man.

But Tony find the courage to fight him.

[TONY GRUNTS]

Say your prayers, tough guy.

Your time’s just about up.

[♪♪]

[FISK YELLS]

The islanders are giving us a luau this evening.

Oh, what fun.

Do all the fantasies turn out as wonderfully as mine?

Only when I wish them to.

But you must remember I wished for this one to come true

for four long years.

[♪♪]

Is something wrong?

Before you go in,

always remember now and forever,

I love you more than anything in this world.

Mom, Mom. What?

You’ll never guess who’s here.

HELENA: Who? JAMIE: It’s Nana.

Nana Sustree? Yes!

She worked for us at the hospital school.

She practically raised Jamie. JAMIE: Come on.

Nana.

Oh!

How wonderful to see you.

Oh, after the typhoon,

we prayed so hard to find you. So hard.

Now our prayers are answered.

Mom, Nana says we have to go back to India.

We have to live there. What?

It was all in the letters we sent you.

So many letters.

You must not have gotten them.

There was no reply.

SINGH: I tried to talk to you before.

There was a typhoon.

It did much damage to the hospital school.

The authorities say that if you do not come back,

the buildings will be torn down.

But I don’t understand.

What about Dr. Chan and the others?

Can’t he do something?

Dr. Chan is an old man now.

Sick most of the time.

SINGH: The bankers say that, uh, the hospital school belongs to you.

Dr. Marsh’s widow.

But if they are going to loan money

to fix the damage the typhoon did,

then you must come and take charge again.

They have confidence in only you.

How badly is the hospital school damaged?

Many of the children sleep without a roof.

No roof?

But the monsoons will be there soon.

Before the monsoons,

the bulldozers will come next week

if you are not there.

Mrs. Marsh,

please come back.

[♪♪]

[HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING]

[MEN SINGING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

Have you made your decision?

You are leaving, aren’t you?

Is that what you want?

Every ounce of my body wants you to stay.

Every breath of my soul.

But only if you could be happy.

How could I not be happy here with you?

Because you’re running.

Oh.

You’ve been running for four years, Helena.

Ever since your husband died.

Tell me the truth,

the letters Nana sent you...

didn’t you get any of them?

What are you saying?

I don’t think you came back to Fantasy Island for me.

I think deep inside of you,

you have a need, maybe even a sense of guilt,

to carry on the work you and your husband began.

But I saw it kill him.

Eighteen, 20 hours a day.

It was never enough.

First there was room for 20 children,

then 50, a hundred.

Finally, 200.

But it was never enough. But it was never,

never enough.

Taking care of 200 children

is a marvelous accomplishment.

You make the same mistake everyone else does.

It wasn’t the 200

that we took care of that killed my husband.

It was the 200 that we couldn’t.

And not 200 a year or a month or even a week.

Two hundred a day.

That’s how many children die in the streets of Calcutta

every day of every year

from lack of food and medication.

You know what upsets me the most

is that Jamie wants to be just like his father.

He wants to spend his life

helping those who can’t help themselves.

I could give you the money to repair the hospital, Helena.

But that won’t solve anything, will it?

You need them as much as they need you.

But I love you.

I know.

I know.

[SIGHS]

But sometimes in life...

there are things more important

than personal considerations.

It’s time for you to go home, Helena.

Come with me.

And take away the fantasies

of everyone who comes here.

You couldn’t do that anymore than I can refuse to go back.

We live on two different planets, don’t we?

My land of fantasies

to yours of desperate reality.

You knew this afternoon, didn’t you?

When you took me back to the bungalow you said,

"Always remember that I love you more than..."

BOTH: "Anything in this world."

But I also knew then that...

fantasies

are very fragile things.

Like a child’s bubble floating on the air.

But it’s not a fantasy.

I love you,

and you said you loved me.

And that part will always be true.

Always.

[♪♪]

TONY: Mr. Roarke.

Oh, Mr. Emerson, I...

I am so sorry about our little misunderstanding.

Your check was good all along,

but a computer error.

That happens every day.

TONY: Somehow, I...

I get the feeling that...

you knew my check was good all the time.

Really?

Interesting thought.

Yes.

Uh, by the way, uh,

you think there might be

an extra seat on the plane today?

Of course.

ROARKE: Good luck, Mr. Emerson.

[MOUTHING]

Goodbye, Tattoo. Goodbye.

Goodbye, Mr. Roarke.

Goodbye, Jamie.

Be a good boy.

Take care of your mother for me, will you?

Yes.

I wish you well, sir.

Thank you.

[SIGHS]

Twice in my life I’ve had to say goodbye

to the man I loved.

Goodbye, Helena.

If you should ever need me...

Goodbye, Tattoo.

Goodbye.

[♪♪]

Boss,

tell me something I don’t understand.

You know everything on Fantasy Island.

You must have known that the newspaper,

once he saw Mrs. Marsh in the fashion show,

he would call India.

They’ve been looking for her for a long time.

Yes, Tattoo, I knew.

If you love her so much, why did you let that happen?

Don’t you understand, my friend?

It’s because I do love her that I had to let it happen.

[♪♪]

[♪♪]