Original subtitles

[THEME MUSIC PLAYS]

[BELL TOLLING]

The plane! The plane!

Smiles, everyone! Smiles!

[BAND PLAYS]

-TATTOO: Who are they, boss? -ROARKE: Professor Dwayne Clebe

and his laboratory assistant, Miss Martha Meeks,

all the way from Sioux Falls, South Dakota, Tattoo.

Which one of them has the fantasy?

Uh, Professor Clebe.

His fantasy is to perfect a formula

for his own secret invention.

One which has caused a great deal

of international attention.

A substance which the professor calls ZX76409.

Why does he have to come all the way to Fantasy Island

to perfect his formula?

For two reasons, Tattoo.

One, because he needs a chemical element

which can only be found on Fantasy Island.

Two, because no one else would permit the professor

to use their laboratory facilities.

It seems he has already blown up a number of them

during his six-year quest.

TATTOO: Boss, who is that lady talking to?

Uh, well, as a matter of fact,

I believe she is talking to her plant.

-Her plant? -ROARKE: Yes.

The lady is Mrs. Irma Gideon,

a widow from Pacific Grove, California.

The young man with her is her grandson, Keith.

She is the widow of the late and world-renowned psychic,

Mr. Howard Gideon.

When Mr. Gideon died 25 years ago,

he made a promise that he would contact her

and tell her what it is like...

on the other side.

Well, she has tried repeatedly over the years

to make that contact, always without success.

Now she has come to Fantasy Island

to make one last attempt.

Boss, what does she have in mind?

Something she has never tried before, Tattoo.

Since her husband's spirit has not been able

to return to her,

she wishes to join him.

But, boss, the only way she can do that

is by dying herself, right?

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

WOMAN: Yeah. [CHUCKLING]

Uh, ladies and gentlemen,

uh, may I have your attention, please?

Thank you.

Mrs. Gideon has a few words. Mrs. Gideon.

I'm a little overwhelmed.

But I do want to thank

all of you who have continued to have faith

in the eventual fulfillment of Howard's promise.

And every year we haven't heard from him

has made that faith more difficult.

Even my own doubts have grown.

-[CROWD MURMURING] -IRMA: Well, it's--

It's true. You see, surely,

Howard would have communicated with us if he could.

And, uh, sometimes I think that what he believed in...

what he taught...

was wrong.

-No, Irma, no. -[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Oh, and so I have decided that if he can't

get through to us...

there's only one thing left for me to do.

And that is to go to him.

-[CROWD MURMURING] -IRMA: Go there...

and see Howard.

And see for myself.

If, uh, you'll all assemble in the lounge in two hours,

-we will begin. Mrs. Gideon. -[SIGHS] Yes.

-We're behind you, Irma. -[IRMA CHUCKLES]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Tell me, could your grandfather do all that stuff?

I mean, read minds and communicate with spirits.

Oh, I don't know, Tattoo.

And to tell you the truth, the whole thing,

kind of, turns me off.

You mean you don't believe in ESP and all that?

Well, I just don't believe that my grandfather's work

actually proves anything scientifically,

what all his followers believe it proves.

I mean, about a spirit world on the other side.

But there must be something to it

if a nice lady like your grandmother believes in it.

Well, I don't know.

I mean she, kind of, worships my grandfather.

All of them do.

She gets pushed into some pretty weird

mumbo jumbo sessions. [CHUCKLES]

[SIGHS] The whole thing makes me uncomfortable.

I'm just afraid she's gonna wind up looking foolish again.

ROARKE: Ah, Professor Clebe and Miss Meeks. Uh, do come in.

-Please be seated, won't you? -DWAYNE: Oh, well, thank you.

-Enjoying yourselves, I hope. -MARTHA: Oh, yes, indeed.

DWAYNE: Um, we are rather anxious

-to get on with our fantasy. -And so you shall.

I perused your scientific data, Professor.

Impressive. Very impressive, indeed.

The world is sorely in need of visionaries,

the caliber of Edison, Marconi, the Wright Brothers...

and you, Professor.

DWAYNE: I, uh, I have great hopes for formula ZX76408.

09.

09?

The, uh, nine stands for the number of labs

I've blown up in this series of tests.

[CHUCKLES]

What, uh, does your invention do?

Well, it's a simplistic water-like, uh, solution

that will provide, uh, lifetime protection to anything

from houses, to airplanes, to battleships, to missiles.

That's why the military is interested.

Just put ZX76409 on and nothing,

rust and weather included, can penetrate it.

An invention like that could revolutionize--

Everything. You could make zillions.

Uh, Professor, have you ever paused to consider

just how far-reaching the effects

of this invention might be?

DWAYNE: Oh, I have indeed, Mr. Roarke.

It'll be the greatest boon to mankind ever invented.

Imagine it.

There'll be no more weather-beaten old houses,

no more beaten up old cars.

Everything would be indestructible

and freshly painted as new as--

A magnificent vision, Professor.

I feel proud to play even a small part

in the ZX76408 experiment.

-09. -Oh, yes. Thank you.

DWAYNE: Your support means a lot, Mr. Roarke.

It's, uh, very discouraging to work

with short-sighted people who can't see beyond

a harmless explosion or two.

Even if the last one did level a gymnasium. [CHUCKLES]

Eh, come, I'll show you to your laboratory facilities.

Hmm? Tattoo.

-Here we are. This way, please. -MARTHA: Thank you.

ROARKE: Uh, Miss Meeks. Professor.

-[GASPS] Oh, mercy! -Wow.

DWAYNE: Wow.

This is the best lab we've ever had.

Oh, it's so clean.

How can I thank you, Mr. Roarke?

By not blowing it to pieces.

Uh, Tattoo.

DWAYNE: Oh-- oh, that's all right, Mr. Roarke.

Tattoo has a good point.

But this time, I shall be doubly careful.

-Look at that distillator. -Where?

-DWAYNE: There. -[EXPLOSION]

[ALL COUGHING]

Professor... [COUGHS] ...what happened?

[COUGHS] I, uh, just changed the name of the invention

to ZX76410.

[BOTH LAUGH]

ROARKE: Ladies and gentlemen, the seance is about to begin.

Is it too late to turn back?

-I'm afraid so, Keith. -[KEITH SIGHING]

I'm worried for her, Mr. Roarke. I mean, I just can't understand

why she wants to go there herself.

Your grandmother has her reasons, Keith.

Please don't worry.

It's time to begin.

Ladies and gentlemen, if you are comfortably settled,

I believe all is in readiness.

With your permission, Mr. Roarke,

may we have the lights dimmed?

Certainly.

My friends,

I feel an immense new power coming to me from this place,

from this island,

from this remarkable man, Mr. Roarke.

But what we are attempting is difficult.

There are many who think it impossible.

Please, my friends...

open your minds.

Clear your energy centers

and concentrate the full power of our psychic forces on Irma.

On lifting the very core of her being.

Lifting it up and out.

Irma, the image of Howard Gideon

is in your mind.

-Let him call to you. -Howard.

Let him join in lifting.

Your mind is clear.

I can feel the window opening to the other side.

You are connecting with this energy.

I can feel a presence.

A guide is waiting.

She can do it.

Irma...

it's possible.

Go, Irma, go. Go to Howard.

Go.

Join Howard.

Go.

Connect. Go to him.

HOWARD: Irma,

come back to me.

MAXIMILLIAN: Connect with Howard.

It's possible. Go.

Come back.

Come to me, please.

MAXIMILLIAN: Go, Irma. Go to Howard.

HOWARD: Irma, come back.

MAXIMILLIAN: Join Howard. Connect. Go to him.

Irma.

Come back to me.

MAXIMILLIAN: Go, Irma. Go to Howard.

HOWARD: Irma, come back.

ROARKE: You cannot go, Mrs. Gideon.

Go. Join Howard.

ROARKE: No, Mrs. Gideon. I forbid it.

HOWARD: Irma, come back.

Come back.

I...

-HOWARD: Please. -...can't.

HOWARD: Come back.

-Irma, come back to me. -Something...

-HOWARD: Please, Irma. -...wrong.

HOWARD: Irma, come back to me.

Irma.

-[GROANS] -[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[FRAME THUDDING]

[CROWD MURMURING]

Oh.

It's over.

Something went wrong.

Boss, what about her fantasy?

Perhaps Mrs. Gideon doesn't deserve

to have her fantasy fulfilled.

ROARKE: Please be calm, Mrs. Gideon.

It was so embarrassing,

so humiliating in front of all of those people.

Mr. Roarke, what happened to my fantasy?

-I stopped it. -You did?

Why, boss?

Uh, sit down, Mrs. Gideon.

Please.

Keith.

I stopped it, Tattoo, because...

you, Mrs. Gideon, lied to me.

-But I-- -Now please allow me to continue

and then you may correct me if I am mistaken, all right?

The fantasy we agreed on was for you to travel

beyond and back.

I don't wish to be harsh with you, but I don't think

you have the slightest intention of coming back.

Grandma, is that true?

I mean, I...

I thought if...

I liked it, I might...

And was it your idea to go out in a dramatic way

in front of an audience?

To depart and then just not come back?

Well, it was Zoltan's idea, but I went along with it

because I was angry.

I was tired of giving my whole life

to Howard's promise and...

never finding the answer.

Oh, Grandma. Zoltan just wanted publicity for himself.

Can't we just go home and forget

-about the whole thing? -IRMA: Well, no.

I would still like to take that journey...

if it's possible, Mr. Roarke.

Is it possible?

Yes, it is.

I wish you wouldn't do this.

It'll be just for me this time, Keith.

To satisfy an old lady's wish.

But the fantasy is to go beyond and come back.

Isn't it, Mr. Roarke?

What about it, Mrs. Gideon?

Well,

first it was Howard's promise.

This time, it's Irma's promise.

Does that make you feel better, Keith?

[CHUCKLES] Lots better, Grandma.

How about it, Mr. Roarke?

Do I get my fantasy?

I'll make all the necessary arrangements

and contact you, Mrs. Gideon.

[HAMMERING]

Excuse me.

[SIGHS] Well, here we are again. [CHUCKLES]

-Miss Meeks. -[HAMMERING CONTINUES]

Professor.

It still has everything you need,

-uh, give or take a few items. -[DOOR CLOSING]

Oh, it's just fine, Mr. Roarke.

It's clean.

I'm, uh, terribly sorry about that--

-that little accident. -Oh, please, Professor,

don't apologize. Don't. Accidents do happen.

Now, will you excuse us? Tattoo.

Oh, yeah.

[BOTH SIGH]

[HAMMERING]

[EXPLOSION]

It is now known as ZX764...

11.

Boss, he's going to blow up the whole island.

-[HAMMERING] -Just like new.

Practically. Uh, Shall we go inside?

[SIGHS] Well, they always say the third time is the charm.

I-- I only hope, uh, that this will suffice,

-Professor, does it? -Oh, it's more than adequate,

-Mr. Roarke. -Oh, I'm so glad.

It's... clean.

Uh, yes. Yes. Well, good luck. Come, Tattoo.

[SIGHS]

Uh...

[ENGINE STARTS]

Uh, Professor,

do you mind if I ask you a rather forward question?

Certainly not, Martha.

How much did you pay Mr. Roarke for our fantasy?

-I hoped you wouldn't ask that. -[CHEMICALS BUBBLING]

I-- I paid, uh...

every cent we had left over

from the Rockwood Industries grant.

[SCOFFS] Which means we're out of business

if ZX76411 doesn't work.

I'm afraid so, Martha.

[SIGHS] Dwayne... [CLEARS THROAT] ...Dwayne,

do you realize that today is our anniversary?

We've been working together for six whole years.

We could celebrate all our successes.

Only,

we don't have any.

Oh, please, I beg you, don't give up hope.

-Martha. -Dwayne?

This time, we have to be successful.

I know.

DWAYNE: And now to add the new and final ingredient,

Nerium 19.

Sure was nice of Mr. Roarke to supply the Nerium.

Um... you better take cover, Martha.

Oh, yeah.

-Ready when you are, Professor. -[GROANS]

Well, this will either be the final breakthrough

or the biggest explosion we've had yet.

The consistency, it's changed.

It's perfectly clear the way it should be.

[GASPS] It is clear.

-Professor, you don't. -I do.

This is it. [PANTS]

-ZX76411 is finally perfected! -MARTHA: Oh!

Boss, what do you think?

Well, I think it was exceedingly thoughtful of you

to volunteer your car for the professor's field test.

Well, we all have to do our best to promote,

uh, progress. [CHUCKLES]

Is that why you only charged Professor Clebe

$50 for the use of your car? Hmm?

MARTHA: How're you doing, Professor?

Just this little spot right here on the fender

and right there. It is done.

And, uh, what's next?

DWAYNE: Well, we allow the ZX76411 to dry overnight.

Then we test it for durability in the morning.

But I am certain this is the final breakthrough.

Well, in that event, I suggest that a celebration is in order.

I drink to that.

MAN: You comfortable, Mrs. Gideon?

Yes.

Raring to go. [CHUCKLES]

-Boss? -Yes.

Why all these machines?

KEITH: Oh, they're standard sensor consoles

for recording pulse, EEG, skin temperature

-and stuff like that. -MAN: That's right.

I'm monitoring Mrs. Gideon's vital signs

so we can keep track of how she's doing.

[MONITOR BEEPING]

Tattoo, you keep your eye on them.

When they all turn into straight lines,

that's when you start worrying.

Now, Grandma, don't joke about that.

Keith... if it's too upsetting...

Uh, no. No, it's all right.

[SIGHS] I mean, it's just gonna be dreams

or hypnosis or something.

[CHUCKLES]

[MONITOR BEEPING]

Mr. Roarke...

can we get this show on the road?

All right, Mrs. Gideon.

Just, uh...

-[MONITOR BEEPING] -...lie back.

Close your eyes...

and relax.

Fine.

Now imagine yourself in the most...

peaceful...

and secure place possible.

Your trip...

will begin from there.

First you will feel as if you were floating away.

Softly.

Gently.

Rising.

Floating.

[CRACKLING]

TATTOO: Boss, the machine. The lines have gone flat.

[MONITOR FLATLINING]

Bon voyage.

[ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYS]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

IRMA: It's just as I saw it so often in my mind.

[MONITOR FLATLINING]

M-- Mr. Roarke, what's going on?

TATTOO: Boss...

is she dead?

No, Tattoo. She's just...

How shall I put it? Just, uh...

gone.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

GUIDE: I am your guide.

IRMA: It's so peaceful.

I love it here.

I feel so safe.

GUIDE: If you wish to stay, you must cross the bridge.

IRMA: If I cross...

I can never come back, can I?

GUIDE: No.

ROARKE: How is everything going, Keith?

KEITH: I'm a little worried about her.

-ROARKE: Oh? -You know, I'm...

I'm really having a very hard time believing

that all this is really happening.

But what if...

what if she doesn't want to come back?

[♪♪♪♪♪]

And now I shall show you something that will be

unforgettable.

-Hammer. -Hammer.

[ALL EXCLAIMING, MURMURING]

-Chisel. -MARTHA: Chisel.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

-DWAYNE: Gloves. -Gloves.

Acid.

-WOMAN: What? Acid? -Acid.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

The strongest, most deadly available.

Corrugation.

Observe.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[SIZZLING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

WOMAN: That is amazing.

So you can readily see

ZX76411 is totally impervious to hammer,

chisel, and acid.

Now, just when do you expect your formula to hit

the open market, Professor?

Well, it's a bit premature, but--

I'm afraid that the professor doesn't get to comment

on anything further.

Hey, we've got a lot of unanswered questions.

ROARKE: All of which will be answered in due time.

Mr. Roarke, I was just beginning to enjoy myself.

I am sorry to burst in like this, Professor,

but publicizing your formula at this time

could have some very far-reaching effects.

Oh. The press conference is over.

REPORTER: Oh, we want some answers.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Why?

Uh, Professor, whatever possessed you

to call a press conference?

All my life I've been a nobody

and this was a chance for me to be somebody.

Uh... [SIGHS] ...Professor, a discovery of this magnitude...

Well, let me see if I can put it in perspective.

Mere men have killed for far less.

[GASPS] Oh.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

IRMA: What am I supposed to do?

GUIDE: Have you decided to stay?

[MONITOR FLATLINING]

[SIGHS] Grandma...

please come back.

Please.

Grandma, if you won't come back, I'll come after you.

[EXHALES]

ROARKE: Imagine yourself in the most peaceful,

secure place possible.

And your mind is clear now of everything

except that scene of tranquility...

of total relaxation.

Your trip will begin from there.

First, you will feel as if you are floating away.

Softly.

Gently.

Rising.

Floating.

You feel the sensation...

of floating.

KEITH: Grandma, I'm coming.

I'm coming, Grandma.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

-Boss, boss. -Yes. What is it, Tattoo?

We are in big trouble.

Private jets are landing on the island.

Boats are entering from all over.

Really? What's the occasion?

Professor Clebe. They are looking for him.

-Everybody's looking for him. -Ah, to buy his formula.

No. To lynch him.

Oh.

Mr. Roarke,

I can't emphasize enough what a disaster this could be.

As President

of the International Manufacturers Association,

I must insist that this product never reach the marketplace.

Do you realize what this would do

to our profits, Mr. Roarke?

Country clubs closing, coast to coast.

[SIGHS] Yachts repossessed.

The nation's economy ruined.

Uh, Mr. Hobart, uh, gentlemen,

I will personally convey your feelings

to Professor Clebe. On that you have my word.

I'm afraid, Mr. Roarke,

we can't afford to take any chances.

The only viable approach... [SIGHS]

...is to deal directly with this enemy

of the free enterprise system and stop him!

Come on, gentlemen.

As spokesman for the Worldwide Workers Union,

I tell you this ZX76411 cannot be permitted

to reach the marketplace.

Thousands of plants will be forced to shutter.

Millions of good union workers will be thrown out of jobs

and the United States will experience a depression

even worse than in the 30's.

-Now, please, Mr. Mason-- -No time for talk now,

Mr. Roarke, we've got to find this enemy

of unionism and stop him.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

What a jerk I am.

All I wanted to do was help people,

make life easier for them.

Instead, I might've hurt the very people

-I wanted to help. -You only did

what you thought best, Professor.

Yes, with the net result I wound up being

a publicity hound at the age of 37.

You will please, how do you say,

-stick 'em up! -[MARTHA GASPS]

Who are you and what do you want?

I am Andre. He is Valerie.

-Our government... -Oh!

-...wants your formula. -Well, I carry it in my head.

Then we will take your head with us.

Tie the girl up. We will leave her here.

-Where are you taking me? -To Russia.

It's been arranged that a submarine

will pick us up in 20 minutes.

-[CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY] -Into the car.

[CAR DOOR CLOSING]

[ENGINE STARTING]

MARTHA: Mr. Roarke!

Mr. Roarke!

Oh! They've got the Professor. Two men. Russians, I think.

MAN: Stop! We're the CIA.

[ENGINE REVVING]

[TIRES SCREECH]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

MARTHA: Mr. Roarke, the CIA is following us.

[TIRES SCREECH]

[TIRES SCREECH]

[TIRES SCREECH]

Not a sign of that crazy professor.

That's got to be that crazy professor.

Hold on to your hats, boys.

Well, we can't stop now.

Not until we find that professor.

[TIRES SCREECH]

Hang on!

[TIRES SCREECH]

Relax, Miss Meeks. The chase will soon be over.

-This road dead ends up ahead. -[CHUCKLES]

ANDRE: It's a dead end.

[TIRES SCREECH]

[TIRES SCREECH]

You will kindly stand where you are.

What's going on?

Uh, these two Russian gentlemen are kidnapping Professor Clebe

in order to obtain his formula, you see.

I'm not so sure I object.

Ditto.

If the Russians have the formula

we don't have to worry about it ruining Western civilization.

Let the Russians have him, Mr. Roarke.

Freeze. We're CIA. Drop your guns.

[GUNS DROP]

[CAR APPROACHING]

Boss, boss, I've got to talk to you.

-Yes, what is it, Tattoo? -The formula. It's no good.

ROARKE: What do you mean "It's no good?"

My car, it's like, disappeared.

Your car disappeared.

Tattoo, you're exaggerating again.

Look, boss. Show him.

[METAL CLATTERING]

Uh, Professor Clebe,

uh, what do you have to say about your ZX76410 formula?

Well,

no plan is perfect.

TATTOO: Boss, boss.

Has he gone with her too?

I'm afraid so, Tattoo.

Can we do something?

ROARKE: There is very little we can do, my friend.

But even if there were,

I think it's best if we don't interfere.

Something tells me Keith knows what he's doing.

Grandma?

Keith.

What are you doing here?

Well, I-- I came to bring you back.

Oh, you dear boy.

I love you so.

But I love it here.

It's so peaceful. I just want to stay.

Down there I'm just a silly, old woman...

the old widow of poor, old Howard Gideon.

Keith, you're grown now.

You're well provided for.

Besides, I...

stayed around a lot longer down there

than anybody really wanted me.

Oh, Grandma, that's not true.

I want you around for a long time more.

Well, sure I can take care of myself but...

I still need you.

You really mean that...

don't you?

Yes, I do.

I-- I'm sorry that I never really understood.

But I still need you. Please.

GUIDE: Irma, it's time to go now.

Keith, you must return home.

Grandma, come back with me. Please.

Grandma.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Grandma.

Grandma.

Has she moved, Mr. Roarke?

Grandma, don't leave me.

[WHIMPERS]

I told her I needed her, Mr. Roarke.

[SOBBING] I mean, she just thinks she's dumb and old.

But she's the only person I love.

Grand-- Grandma.

Grandma, please come back to me.

Come back to me. Please.

KEITH: I need you.

IRMA: It's so beautiful and peaceful,

but I can't cross over.

Not yet.

[BEEPS]

Boss, look.

[BEEPS]

[CHUCKLES] Oh!

A welcoming committee.

-[CHUCKLES] -[CHUCKLES] Oh, Grandma.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Ah, Professor Clebe and, uh, Miss Meeks.

I almost feel like a refund on your fantasy is in order.

Oh, no, Mr. Roarke.

Uh, my fantasy was to perfect ZX76411

and I did, uh,

just that the results were temporary.

Oh, so all you have to do now is make it permanent.

Yes, but I've, sort of, lost interest in the project.

-Oh? -Yes.

Somewhere along the way I discovered Martha. [CHUCKLES]

And the two of us are going to haul off and get married.

[ALL LAUGH]

Well, Tattoo and I certainly wish you

all the luck in the world.

Well, uh, this time,

please don't experiment on my car.

[ALL LAUGH]

[BAND PLAYING]

[MARTHA CHUCKLING]

IRMA: How kind.

It's a lovely plant. [CHUCKLES]

Oh, Mr. Roarke,

we thank you so much for everything.

But, Grandma, it was just some kind of

mind trip or dream or something.

Would it be any less real, Keith, if it were a dream?

Well, I...

I will admit there are a few things that I can't explain.

Yet.

And I learned something else.

Just because you can't explain something,

doesn't mean that it isn't true.

-Goodbye. -Goodbye, Mrs. Gideon.

-TATTOO: Goodbye. -Goodbye, Keith.

[GIRLS GIGGLE]

Boss, can I ask you a question?

Well, of course, Tattoo. What is it?

Was it a dream or what?

That's a question each of us must answer for himself.

Uh, perhaps you've heard of it, but there is a gravestone

in Germany which bears the final statement

of the man who lies beneath.

And it says,

"Now I know more than the wisest among you."

I think that's the way it should remain, don't you?

But you know, don't you?

Uh, tell me, Tattoo,

how are you getting along without a car?

Not very well.

Then why not take a look over there?

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

Oh, boss!

Boss, you had it put back together.

No, not exactly, my friend. I bought you a brand new one.

-For my birthday? -No. For cash.

Here, drive it in good health.

Thank you, boss. Someday I will repay you.

You just did, my friend.

That smile on your face is worth everything.

[CHUCKLES]

[♪♪♪♪♪]