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[BELL CLANGS]

The plane! The plane!

Good morning, boss.

Good morning, Tattoo.

That’s a nice-looking horse. What horse?

Oh, you mean that horse.

Oh, you see him now, do you?

Where did he come from?

Uh, well, boss, that’s a funny story.

I was walking down the south side of the island...

Yes?

And there he was.

And he followed me home.

I see. Then you did nothing

to encourage him to follow you, huh?

Oh, no, boss. I wouldn’t do something like that.

[GASPS]

We’ll discuss this later, Tattoo.

All right, boss.

What horse, indeed.

[♪♪]

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

[PLAYING HAWAIIAN MUSIC]

Mr. Joe Capos and his wife, Eva,

from San Pedro, California.

Mr. Capos is a commercial fisherman aboard a tuna boat.

TATTOO: Mrs. Capos looks beautiful.

ROARKE: And a devoted wife.

Mrs. Capos looks to her husband’s few needs,

keeps a modest but very happy home

and accepts life as it comes.

Sounds like they-- They have everything.

What are they doing on Fantasy Island?

Well, they have almost everything, Tattoo.

But you see, Mr. Capos has a fantasy.

Ever since his childhood,

he’s wondered what it would be like

to be worth millions of dollars.

So do I, boss.

Yes, my dear friend.

But there is a difference.

Mr. Capos is about to find out.

Miss Clare Conti.

TATTOO: She don’t look very happy.

ROARKE: She’s a very troubled young lady.

The man with her is Mr. Eddie Loomis,

her boyfriend.

And the other lady is the celebrated medium,

Madam Estelle Vorick.

Medium? You mean like a...

a ghost or séances, all that stuff?

Precisely.

What do they want from us?

ROARKE: Nothing more than a chance

for Miss Conti to talk to her twin brother.

That’s all?

Oh, that’s all, Tattoo.

But it’s not as easy as you might think.

You see, Miss Conti’s brother

has been dead for a year now.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪]

This...

this lagoon and this...

this house.

When I was a kid there was a--

There was a painting

in the front room of my house of a--

Exactly like this, you know?

I remember as a kid, but...

It’s impossible.

Is it, Mr. Capos?

You seem to forget, this is Fantasy Island.

Why are we here? I mean, what does it all mean?

It means this is where your fantasy begins.

This is where you and Mrs. Capos will remain,

until your fantasy to become rich is fulfilled.

If you’ll excuse us, we have other guests to attend to.

Good luck to both of you.

Tattoo.

Hello, Clare. Nice to see you.

Claude, I didn’t realize you were here already.

Mr. Lativa and Mr. Morot arrived on an earlier plane.

Please, make yourselves comfortable.

Eddie Lewis, Madam Vorick,

this is my Uncle Victor

my cousin, Claude Morot

and his wife, Denise.

Pleasure.

Oh, we mustn’t be too hasty.

And Mr. Loomis, may I remind you

this is a family matter.

But Eddie is my fiancée.

And besides, he was a friend of Tom’s.

A friend of Tom?

Well, that’s fitting.

After all, we are here for a séance

for poor, dear, dead Tom.

If you’re not a believer,

you have no place here.

Oh, the contrary, Madam Vorick.

In spite of your influence over my niece,

I am the executor of her trust.

I may not stop her from making a fool of herself,

but I can prevent her from being swindled.

Uncle Victor, please.

Are you calling me a swindler?

Well, you must admit you are the prime suspect,

with your séances and floating crumpets

and spook show and whatever.

Not to mention your convincing my niece that her twin brother

is trying to contact her from the world beyond.

But Tom is.

At least I think he is.

But you’ve had other séances with Madam Vorick.

And nothing happened.

VICTOR: Denise has a point.

What makes you think that Tom will contact us here,

on Fantasy Island?

Or perhaps we should ask that

of our host, Mr. Roarke.

Perhaps you should, Mr. Lativa.

Your niece’s fantasy was to find a place

where the psychic emanations

of her late twin brother would be...

comfortable.

And you’ve found such a place?

Oh, we found such a place, Mr. Lativa.

And I’m afraid before I allow any of you to go there,

I must warn you that...

you could be probing into areas

where perhaps mortals

were not meant to probe.

[VICTOR LAUGHS]

VICTOR: You do that very well.

The...ominous warning.

I think we’ll risk it.

In that case...

I’ll arrange this afternoon to have you taken

to the other side of the island.

Uh...

Where this house is located.

Oh, my God!

That’s the house where Tom and I grew up.

It burned to the ground when we were nine years old.

Indeed.

Until this afternoon, then.

EVA: You must be tired. You’ve been walking for hours.

JOE: It’s like being a kid again.

Waiting for my father and grandfather

to come back from the boat.

Talking and dreaming about lost treasures.

Except...there aren’t any lost treasures

for people like us.

You know, the sea took everything my father

and grandfather had and gave back nothing.

Well, they earned a living, Joe.

And they also raised beautiful families.

Yeah, I know.

But just once, I really want to be...

rich. You know, real rich.

And big cars

and two swimming pools. And we could...

We could go on a trip back to the old country.

Joe, why can’t you be happy with what we’ve already got?

What have we got?

We’ve got each other.

Yeah, I know.

I know.

And it’s good. Hmm.

Honey, I’m talking about

all those other things, you know?

But is it some kind of un-American

to want something better?

No, Joe.

It’s not un-American.

Come on, let me warm up your coffee.

EVA: That’s strange. JOE: What’s strange?

EVA: This box.

I’m sure that wasn’t there before.

Oh, it’s beautiful.

Would you look, there’s something in it.

Let me see.

It’s a map.

And it looks-- Looks like this coastline...

and this is the lagoon here.

Ha! Wait a minute, it looks like a...

Like a treasure map.

[CHUCKLES]

Look again. This circle.

Doesn’t this look like one of those...

One of those ancient Gods like, uh, Zeus?

No, wait a minute.

No, it-- Yeah.

It’s like a triton, isn’t it?

Yeah. Mr. Roarke did say we were gonna be rich.

Yeah.

Joe, where you going?

Diving. Diving?

Yeah, what have I got to lose?

ROARKE: You will be completely isolated here.

I hope this house is as you remember yours.

CLARE: It is!

It’s exactly like the house we grew up in.

That was my room, up there.

Tom and I used to play...

There is still time to cancel your fantasy, Miss Conti.

Clare, maybe we should.

This whole thing, I just don’t like it.

No, Eddie. If Tom’s ever going to reach me,

I think it’ll be here.

CLAUDE: Incredible.

This place gives me the creeps.

We played football right here.

Seems you’re quite a magician, Mr. Roarke.

Magic, Mr. Lativa?

I’m just a man who fulfills fantasies.

Nothing more.

Enjoy your stay. Tattoo.

Good day.

[ENGINE STARTS]

He’s here.

I’m certain your brother is in this house.

[VICTOR LAUGHS]

Clare, don’t you realize what nonsense this is?

All I know is that Tom wants to speak to me.

And if he does, what will he say?

He was a degenerate gambler?

Staggering under a mass of debts.

I realize that Tom was in trouble, Uncle Victor.

But I also know that he wouldn’t commit suicide.

Mr. Lativa, with all due respect,

I don’t think this is the time to bicker.

Oh, really.

Eddie’s right. We’ve come this far,

we should get on with it.

Madam Vorick?

Tonight.

Midnight.

The séance will begin.

EVA: Be careful, Joe. You’re not used to these depths.

JOE: Yeah, I know. But I’ll be all right.

Well, I guess this... This looks like about it.

I’m not gonna see much from up here,

so I guess I’ll have to go down.

Oh, Joe, be careful.

I’ll be fine.

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[GASPS]

[PANTING]

It’s gold.

It’s pure gold.

Gold?

My God!

We really are rich.

Tom.

Tom Conti.

I know you’re here.

I feel you are here.

Tom, your dear twin sister is with us.

She wants to talk to you.

VICTOR: Well, the next on the program

is floating crumpets

and perhaps a phosphorous dipped sheet.

Shh.

Tom?

Tom? Can you hear me?

There’s nobody here!

Make her stop it!

CLARE: I can’t move my hands!

TOM: No! No!

[TOM SCREAMS]

Tom! Is that you?

[SCREAMS]

TOM: Clare!

Clare!

Mur--

Help save--

Mur--

Murdered me!

Clare!

Mur--

Murder!

Murdered?

Tom said he was murdered!

Madam Vorick, are you all right?

She’s drenched.

She’s dripping wet.

And she smells like seaweed.

I’m all right.

You saw Tom.

You all saw him. You heard him.

DENISE: I heard him.

He said, "Murdered me."

He was here.

This is all crazy.

Now Tom committed suicide.

Besides, that voice that we heard,

nothing more than a mumble.

He wants to tell his sister more.

There must be another séance.

His spirit will not rest until he speaks again.

EDDIE: He did say he was murdered.

Maybe what he wants to tell you is by whom.

[DOOR CREAKING]

[RUMBLE]

Is someone there?

[MEOWS]

Here. Hi.

[MEOWS]

[SCREAMS]

EDDIE: Clare! Clare! [POUNDING ON DOOR]

Clare?

[CLARE SOBS]

What happened? Someone was here.

Uh, with a knife!

Meant to kill me, I’m sure.

Kill you? Why? Because the murderer knows

that Tom’s spirit would only speak to his sister.

With Clare dead,

he or she would be safe.

Boss, what was that?

A bird, a plane, a man?

That, Tattoo, was Mr. Stanley Cronin,

a client whose fantasy was to be more

than a mild-mannered newspaper reporter.

You don’t mean...

I don’t? See for yourself.

Well, I-- I guess everything is possible

on Fantasy Island.

[INDISTINCTIVE CHATTER] [MUSIC PLAYING]

Thirty-four.

Five.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Capos.

Uh, why aren’t you inside

celebrating your husband’s good fortune,

along with his newfound friends?

Well, I just needed some fresh air.

And some quiet.

That’s enough for the day.

Hey, don’t forget, Joe, we’re throwing another party

for you tonight in the main room.

We’re gonna have some real, real good fun.

Yeah, yeah. I’ll be there.

MAN: Hey, Joe, buddy!

Some bozo wants to sell you some stock

in his new corporation.

Tell him to get lost.

Listen, Joe, don’t listen to those cheap paper hangers.

Now I’ve got something first rate for you.

Something that’s exactly made for you.

Can I get you something, Joe?

No, no, nothing. Just enjoy.

Well, in that case...

Eva! Eva!

[DOOR SLAMS]

Uh, perhaps we should come back

at a more convenient time.

Oh, no. It’s okay, Mr. Roarke. What can I do for you?

Will you shut off the music?

Well, are you certain that your friends

will not mind if I discuss business?

I have news.

Fantastic news.

Hmm. Uh...

An hour ago I phoned the mainland

and conferred with some of the world’s

foremost experts in ancient Mediterranean art.

I described your find

and, uh, their consensus was

that this could be the missing statuette

of the sea god, Triton.

If so, it could be worth millions.

Millions?

Did you say millions?

I did, indeed.

And, uh, one of the authorities

is en route to Fantasy Island at this very moment.

He should arrive this evening.

Say, what if that thing’s not real?

ROARKE: Whether it is Triton or not,

so much gold and such exquisite work.

It must be worth an emperor’s ransom.

Will you excuse us and enjoy yourselves.

Tattoo.

It’s not funny, boss.

Well, I should think not.

Watching another man grow rich, while you, Tattoo,

have the same old fantasy still unfulfilled.

You know that’s not it.

Sometimes I don’t understand you, boss.

Look at all the phonies around him.

They’re making him crazy.

And poor Mrs. Capos, all alone.

That bothers you, Tattoo?

But of course it bothers me.

Don’t you remember how happy they were

the first time they arrived here?

What happened?

And since he found that thing...

[GRUNTS]

You still think what happened last night was a trick.

Um, Madam Vorick,

well it’s either that or believing in ghosts.

And I’m not quite prepared to do that.

I found out why the telephone doesn’t work.

Someone cut the wires.

Cut the wires? Are you sure?

Oh, I’m sure. They cut them with these.

Then someone wants us isolated.

But why?

To kill again.

Whoever murdered your brother, Tom,

will never be safe

as long as you’re alive and he can contact you.

You really believe

that one of us is a murderer, don’t you?

EDDIE: Those telephone wires didn’t cut themselves.

That and what happened last night,

I’d say that’s a pretty good guess.

Clare.

Is this really so important?

Yes.

I must know the truth about Tom’s death.

But if anything ever happened to you...

I love you very much.

I love you too, Eddie.

But I have to go through.

Boss, you’ve got to help me.

What’s wrong, Tattoo?

You know the horse who kept following me?

ROARKE: You mean the one over there?

Yeah. That one. I’m in real trouble.

This is a poster,

a reward poster for $1000

for the capture of a horse thief.

Me!

"Dead or alive." Hmm.

Oh, boss, did you have to say that?

Tattoo, why don’t you merely return the horse to its owner?

I can’t. Why not?

Because I love him.

Well, perhaps you could buy him.

Tsk. I can’t. I’m too broke.

In that case, I have the perfect solution.

What is it?

Arrest yourself for stealing the animal.

Collect the reward money

and then use it to buy the horse.

Simple.

[JOE SINGS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

Come on, Eva, get dressed.

You’re gonna make us late.

So, what if we are a few minutes late, Joe?

What’s the matter with you, anyway?

Joe...

Joe, you know, you always said that we’d

have children whenever you struck it rich.

Later. You know, we’ve got people waiting.

[SCOFFS]

It’s always later, Joe. Always for some reason.

You know, you’re turning into a nag and a killjoy.

Joe...Joe, please, this is very important to me.

I’m sick of this.

I’m not gonna keep our friends waiting.

I’ll see you down at the party.

Will you dress up for a change, huh?

And remember, now you’re a millionaire’s wife now, huh?

Not some...scrubwoman!

[♪♪]

[LAUGHTER] [HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING]

[LAUGHS]

JOE: You know what? I am gonna build a yacht

that’s gonna make everything that comes before it

look like a tub.

You know, those Greeks have got those big--

Excuse me a minute.

What are you trying to do, huh?

Make a fool out of me in front of my friends?

Didn’t I tell you to get something decent on?

Joe, please, I’ve got to talk to you.

Go back and take these rags off

and put something decent on. Go on!

You crazy or something?

Boss, he’s going back to the party.

Does he not care about her anymore?

[SNIFFLES]

Congratulations, Mr. Capos.

You mean it’s...

Absolutely authentic.

Yeah! [CHEERS]

MADAM: Tom Conti, are you with us?

Clare wants you to speak to her.

Unburden yourself of whatever dreadful thing

it is that’s troubling you.

TOM: Help!

[SCREAMS]

Clare!

Tom!

Tom, is that you?

TOM: Murdered me!

Tom?

Why did you die?

I didn’t kill myself!

You didn’t? I knew you wouldn’t.

Who? Who murdered you?

The one who would inherit!

The one who would inherit!

Trying to plot me against you.

Was going to kill you.

The one who would inherit!

The one who would inherit.

Our parent’s estate

if we were both dead...

Cousin Claude.

Claude!

You killed Tom!

[RUMBLE]

No! No!

You’re not gonna cheat me out of it.

Don’t you understand?

I’m the one who should have the money.

I’m the one who should be rich.

Not Tom or Clare.

I’m the one who deserved it.

Then you did kill Tom?

CLAUDE: Yes.

I did.

Claude, why?

Because he lost all that money to me

and then he wouldn’t pay me back.

He wouldn’t pay?

So I drugged him.

I took him up to the bridge,

pushed him over.

And it was easy.

It was like dumping a sack of potatoes.

Yes, I killed him!

Just like I’m gonna kill you!

[SCREAMS] EDDIE: Claude!

Claude, give me the knife.

Tommy!

[LOUD CRACK] [WIND GUSTS]

[SCREAMS]

EDDIE: He’s dead.

Eva!

[LAUGHS] Eva!

Eva, it’s real.

Eva?

EVA’S VOICE: Dearest Joe,

I would not stand in the way of your happiness.

But there’s no place for me here,

nor for the children I wanted.

So it’s best that I go.

Even away from you, I shall always love you.

Your Eva.

JOE: What are you talking about?

TATTOO: She’s gone.

What did you expect, Mr. Capos?

[SIGHS]

[SOBS]

What have I done?

What have I done, Mr. Roarke?

She’s the thing that meant the most to me.

The thing that...

I loved the most. And now...

I’ve driven her away.

Oh, but Mr. Capos,

you are a very wealthy man.

[SOBS]

Wealthy, yeah.

Wealthy.

I’ve never felt so poor in all my life.

Well, then perhaps you should do something

to change your circumstances, Mr. Capos.

[SOBS AND SNIFFLES]

Thanks.

For nothing.

Eva!

Eva!

Eva!

Oh, baby.

Oh, it’s you. It’s really you, Eva.

Yes, Joe. Yes.

[CHUCKLES]

Wow.

CLARE: Mr. Roarke, thank you.

I’m deeply indebted to you for everything.

You are indeed welcome, Miss Conti.

Just for the record, Mr. Roarke...

ROARKE: Yes, Madam?

I didn’t use any devices or tricks

to create the image of Tom Conti.

It was quite real.

Yes. So I’m told.

Goodbye. Goodbye, Madam.

Tattoo. Bye.

Goodbye. Goodbye, Miss Conti.

Thank you. Mr. Loomis, you’re welcome.

Goodbye.

Boss? Yes?

If Madam Vorick didn’t create

the ghost of Tom Conti, who did?

Don’t look at me.

Boss, you done it. I’m sure you did it.

Tattoo, did anyone have to create it?

Isn’t it just possible

that what those people heard and saw

was, in fact, the ghost of Tom Conti?

You mean, the ghost was a real ghost?

Goodbye, Mr. Roarke.

We owe you thanks for so much.

And thank you, Tattoo.

You’re welcome.

ROARKE: Goodbye, Mrs. Capos.

And may you always be as happy as you look today.

You as well, Mr. Capos.

Well, I-- I don’t really know how to thank you.

Sometimes a man’s happiness is so deep inside him

that he may forget it’s there

and start looking elsewhere.

Hunting...

a fantasy, an illusion.

It happens to all of us now and then.

By the way, Mr. Capos,

how did it feel to be rich?

I don’t think I could go through that again.

Not for a million dollars.

[LAUGHS]

You’re very welcome.

Goodbye. Goodbye, Mrs. Capos.

Come on, baby.

Thank you, gentlemen.

I’ve never enjoyed myself more.

Our pleasure, Mr. McCloud.

Um... One parting question. Yes?

What would Joe Capos have done

had he known that the Triton statuette

was worth about $20 retail?

Well, he probably would have done the same

had he known that you are a fry cook

in New Jersey, Mr. McCloud.

[CLEARS THROAT]

What are you doing here?

I told you to stay away from me.

You know what happened to me if your owner see me?

Huh? And if he saw us together?

Oh, my God. Boss, here he comes.

You know what they do to horse thieves?

ROARKE: No, what? [CHOKING NOISES]

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Here’s the bill of sale for your horse, Mr. Roarke.

Oh, and I threw the saddle and bridle in for good measure.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Perrin.

Boss, did you really buy that horse for me?

More precisely, I’ve loaned you the money, Tattoo.

But it will be deducted from your salary.

A small amount every month for the next two years.

Is that all right?

Boss, thank you. Thank you so much.

Hi-ho, Silver and away!

[LAUGHS]

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