Original subtitles

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[BELL TOLLING]

The plane! The plane!

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

-TATTOO: Good morning, boss. -Good morning, Tattoo.

ROARKE: Let's go.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER, LAUGHTER]

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

[BAND PLAYS]

TATTOO: Boss, is that Mr. Colshaw?

ROARKE: Mr. Alan Colshaw, yes, indeed.

I remember seeing his name on your list.

But it didn't say where he came from.

From a very long way off, Tattoo.

TATTOO: He doesn't seem to be very happy to be here.

ROARKE: Mr. Colshaw hasn't had a single moment of happiness

in an entire year.

All he asks for now is peace of mind and of the spirit.

Some fantasy.

Boss, how you going to do that?

By arranging a reunion with three people from his past

and giving him the opportunity to prove he's not what they think he is,

a thief and a coward.

Boss, I know that lady.

Miss Susan Lohman, the singer.

TATTOO: She's a very big star.

Movies, musical comedy, records.

She's a wonderful artist.

Tattoo, I had no knowledge

of your interest in that kind of music.

Oh, yes. I saw her on the stage on a wonderful show,

Autumn Heart, by Edmond Dumont.

TATTOO: Miss Lohman, she's so famous, so rich.

Why does she need a fantasy?

Everyone has a fantasy, Tattoo.

ROARKE: Miss Lohman's is to meet the composer

whose music has enthralled her over the years

and lifted her to the heights of stardom,

Mr. Edmond Dumont himself.

You mean, she's never met him?

No, Tattoo.

Very few have.

I am afraid that Miss Lohman is about to undergo

the most bizarre experience Fantasy Island has ever known.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Thank you, Mahana.

Now then, Mr. Colshaw,

let me see if I have the facts straight.

You were the pilot of a private aircraft

which crashed in a remote area, the wilderness.

Three people, who were among your passengers,

accuse you of abandoning them there,

leaving them to die. Am I correct?

Yes, but it's not true.

It isn't going to be easy to convince them.

You cannot expect your enemies to take your word for it.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

White feathers.

The traditional symbol of cowardice.

I've been carrying them all these months

as a badge of shame to remind me of what I must do.

My enemies, as you call them,

the three people who branded me as a deserter,

were once my dearest friends, Mr. Roarke.

I know that they'll believe me if I can just tell them face to face

what really happened.

And I'm gonna ask each of them to accept one of those

as a symbol of my innocence.

I see. You say you will tell them what really happened.

The problem, Mr. Colshaw, is,

can you be sure of that yourself?

The plane crash occurred exactly one year ago today,

and you were hurt, a head injury, a concussion.

Yeah, well, some of the facts are a little hazy.

Exactly. A concussion always involves a loss of memory.

Tattoo.

Thank you.

This pendant has special powers, Mr. Colshaw.

It enables the wearer to recall past events of his life

precisely as they happened,

to actually relive them,

and most importantly,

to share the experience with others.

TATTOO: All you have to do is to wear the pendant.

Concentrate on it...

and you will have total recall.

That's fantastic.

I must remind you of the one condition

which I am obliged to impose.

No physical violence.

No matter what happens to you,

whatever dangers you find yourself in,

however much you are provoked,

you are not to strike back,

or your fantasy will end instantly.

All right. I accept that condition.

ROARKE: Very well.

Where can I find my friends?

Oh, be patient a little longer, Mr. Colshaw.

Why don't you go to the bar, have a refreshment, huh?

That's not a bad idea.

It's been quite a while since I had a good belt.

Mr. Roarke, I'm very grateful.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

ROARKE: Miss Lohman, Mr. Dumont is a very private person.

He's never seen in public, never photographed.

Here on the island, Mr. Dumont has found

the total seclusion he requires.

Behind this wall is his private estate.

LOHMAN: I've sung every song he's ever written,

and I've been wondering about him for years.

I can hardly believe I'm gonna meet him at last.

He must be a very beautiful person.

[BIRDS SINGING]

Well, I see what you mean about total seclusion.

Yes.

And remember that

you are Mr. Dumont's first and only guest.

He may not observe the usual protocol.

I'll remember. Thank you.

-Let me ask you one thing, Mr. Roarke. -Of course.

Do you believe it's possible

to fall in love with a person because of his art?

Are a man and his music one and the same thing?

You must answer that for yourself, Miss Lohman.

There's no bell.

There's not even a doorknob, Mr. Roarke.

Mr. Roarke?

[DOOR OPENING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[BIRDS SQUAWKING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[ROARING]

[EXCLAIMS]

[ROARING]

[DOG BARKING]

[GROWLING]

[EXCLAIMS]

[BARKING AND GROWLING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[BIRDS SINGING]

Won't you please come in, Miss Lohman?

We've been expecting you.

I'll tell the master you're here.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING]

All right. Come on.

Which one of you two organized this reunion?

No, no... Not me, Lena, honestly.

The plane ticket arrived mysteriously in the mail.

I felt I was due a long weekend.

So why waste it?

Don't look at me, either.

LENA: Well, somebody wanted to bring the three of us together here

on the anniversary of the plane crash. Who? Why?

Maybe your answer is sitting right over there.

It can't be.

I'm going to find out.

Colshaw?

Right? Alan Colshaw.

-Hello, Jake. -Hello, pal.

JAKE: You're a gutless creep and a coward.

Lena.

All I ask is that you listen to me.

[GRUNTS]

That's enough, mister. Knock it off!

That's it! Easy!

-JAKE: Come on. -BARTENDER: Easy! Easy!

I think you better get out of here, sir, for your own safety.

-Come on. -All right, all right.

-Easy. -Come on, let's get outta here.

Everybody relax.

Sit down, have another drink.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Is everything all right, miss?

I'm afraid I'm not very hungry.

Just nervous, I guess.

I'm so sorry.

I hope it wasn't the animals frightening you.

They're quite tame, really.

And they give Master Dumont so much pleasure.

They're almost like family.

Where is Mr. Dumont?

He will join you in a little while.

Tell me, what does he look like?

I wouldn't know. I've never seen him.

I don't think I understand.

I'm blind.

Oh.

I'm so sorry.

These are all of me. Photographs, reviews.

Yes, Miss Lohman.

The master is your greatest fan.

[PIANO PLAYING]

[CAR APPROACHING]

I had to talk to you.

How could you do it, Alan?

How could you just abandon me?

How could you believe I did?

I loved you, Lena.

Did you?

Or was it only I who cared?

I would like the truth, Alan.

The truth, Lena, the absolute truth,

I don't know what caused the plane to crash.

I guess it was some kind of structural failure.

I couldn't hold her.

We didn't even have time to get off a radio call.

We were over the high country.

Nothing but ridges and trees everywhere.

I knew we were going in.

I was hoping maybe I could slide her down one of the hillsides.

[CRASHING]

[COUGHING]

Here we go.

[GROANING]

Alan! Alan, help me, my leg.

The radio's smashed. There's no way to give anyone our position.

It's as if I was seeing it happen all over again.

I'm sorry to put you through this, Lena.

Oh, no, no. I asked you for the truth.

But the most important thing is,

why did you leave us?

[PIANO CONTINUES PLAYING]

[PIANO CONTINUES PLAYING]

From Rainbow Lake.

How I loved that role.

[SINGING] ♪ When first I saw you ♪

♪ By the lake ♪

♪ My eyes could not believe ♪

♪ That such beauty ♪

♪ Could be smiling just for me ♪

♪ And fill my heart ♪

Oh, don't stop.

It's one of your loveliest, maestro.

I'm sorry to interrupt your work,

but please don't send me away.

I'll be very quiet, I promise.

EDMOND: You must excuse me. I'm...

I'm not prepared. You...

You must give me more time, Miss Lohman.

Susan.

There's no need to stand on ceremony.

I've waited so long for this moment.

I feel like we've known each other for years.

Edmond,

your music is so alive

and so aware.

From the first moment I heard it,

I knew that we were destined to be together.

Oh, my.

I...

I sound like a romantic schoolgirl.

Edmond, why won't you look at me?

Aren't you glad we're finally together?

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[SCREAMS]

[LOHMAN CONTINUES SCREAMING]

Two in our party were dead.

Willis and Noonan.

A third, Brett Neilsen, was dying.

He asked to speak to me.

I remember.

He was delirious.

He was trying to tell me that

I shouldn't blame myself for the crash.

He said that he knew that I had done my best.

Then he died.

That's when we checked the map.

And we found that there was a chalet

on the other side of the ridge.

There was a good chance there'd be a phone there.

It was only 12 miles away,

but the territory in between was some of the roughest in the state.

Jesse, you're the only one that can move.

-Just handle things here. -Okay.

Then you volunteered to go.

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

ALAN: I came to a river and started to swim across.

The current was stronger than I thought, and I went under.

That's all I remember.

Are you sure?

I hit my head on a rock.

[SIGHS]

Amnesia! That's why you never came back for us.

You lost your memory!

That's why you waited so long.

I had to wait.

Alan,

what about the diamonds?

-What diamonds? -The Angola blues.

It all came out at the inquiry.

Brett Neilsen was a diamond courier.

He was carrying a set of five matched stones

worth over two million!

I didn't know that.

Wait a minute. You all thought that I'd taken them?

Well, you were talking to Neilsen just before he died.

When the rescue party recovered his body,

the stones were missing.

And they've been showing up one at a time

over the last three months in New York...

Lena, I swear to you,

I knew nothing about those diamonds.

Now you have got to believe me.

You know...

[SIGHS]

You know, I don't know why I feel so sure,

but I believe you, Alan.

The three of you branded me as a coward.

In other words, you gave me a white feather.

Will you take it back?

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

Alan, how can we get back to the way we were?

Is it possible?

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[GASPS]

You're not Edmond Dumont.

You can't be.

I'm the man whose music you have sung with such...

such incredible artistry and insight,

music you alone have understood.

Your unique talent, your eloquence, your sweetness,

gave me the courage to go on, to live,

when all else seemed hopeless.

Susan.

Please, leave me alone.

You, of all people on this earth,

I thought could see beyond this misshapen clay.

I felt sure you would understand me as you understand my music,

see me as you sing it,

that you would know the loneliness, the...

terror in me.

I'm condemned to live all my life

in solitude and shadow,

hiding myself from a world that can't bear the sight of me.

I was foolish enough to hope that you could release me from this prison.

Forgive me, Susan.

I should never have brought you here.

You brought me?

I reached out for you with every note,

every chord, my whole being set to music,

imploring you to come to me, to be with me always.

The lyrics speaking my love,

every word meant for you alone.

And your heart heard me,

felt my love.

It did.

Didn't it, Susan?

If you love me, you'll let me go,

let me leave this place.

You are free to go

after you've heard my new ballad.

It was written for this moment, for our meeting.

Just hear it. That's all I ask of you.

Then, if you still wish to leave,

I will release you.

I'll hear it.

Just give me some time to get myself together.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[RATTLING]

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

Excuse me. I'll be right back.

Mr. Roarke, can I speak to you for a minute?

Of course, Mr. Colshaw. What about?

My enemies. What else?

-Will you excuse us a moment, Tattoo? -Sure, boss.

Emerson once said, "He who has 1,000 friends

has not a friend to spare.

And he who has one enemy will meet him everywhere."

Well, that's just the strange part of it.

My so-called enemies, Jake, Jesse,

they mean nothing to me now.

I've got Lena back, and that's all that matters.

Mr. Roarke, I want to change my fantasy.

All I ask is that I be allowed to stay here forever with Lena.

I am sorry.

You know that's quite impossible.

[SIGHS] I know now that it was really Lena

that I came here for.

Mr. Colshaw, you did not suffer amnesia.

-You actually drowned in that river. -No, look, please...

You were given a reprieve

by a power infinitely greater than I,

brought back to life for 48 hours.

You drowned, Mr. Colshaw.

This is the first time I've granted a fantasy to a dead man.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

-Mr. Roarke. -Mr. Durwood, quite a pleasure.

Please have a seat, won't you?

Good. Then you know who I am.

But of course.

Miss Susan Lohman's personal manager.

The man who has guided her entire career.

It is my business to know such matters, Mr. Durwood.

Well, there's one thing you obviously don't know.

Susan, Miss Lohman, is giving a concert in London

the day after tomorrow.

-London. -Indeed.

That's wonderful, Mr. Durwood.

Yeah, well, it's wonderful if she shows up.

But if she doesn't, they'll sue us for breach.

I've got to talk to her. Where is she?

I'm sorry. I cannot divulge Miss Lohman's present whereabouts.

But she'll be back tomorrow.

Tomorrow will be too late!

I regret to say that's the best I can do, Mr. Durwood.

Well, I'll find her, Mr. Roarke.

Your island can't be that big.

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

[DOOR CLOSES]

Come on.

It's just you and me now. Let's get at it, huh?

I'm not gonna fight you, Jake.

Go on, beat the hell out of me

if it's gonna make you feel any better.

No, you're not worth skinning my knuckles on, you know that?

You always did have a sense of fair play, Jake.

Can't hit a man who won't defend himself.

You got no guts.

You hear me?

You disgust me.

Jake.

You'd think a fair-minded man

would wanna hear my side of the story.

That's all I'm asking. How about it?

[SIGHS]

All right, but make it short.

I want you to think back.

We're in the plane.

Suddenly, she goes into a dive.

Boss, at least they're talking.

Yes, my friend.

If men would talk and listen to each other more,

the world would have fewer problems.

People who are busy talking don't have the time to make war.

I thought I just said that.

[CAR ENGINE STARTING]

You didn't take the diamonds from Neilsen?

I didn't even know anything about them.

[BIRDS SINGING]

You know, it's strange, but I almost believe you.

Almost.

If I had taken those stones,

would I be here now telling you all this?

No, I guess not.

But let me ask you something.

You arranged this little reunion, didn't you?

Yeah, well, in a way.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Yeah, I know what that stands for.

Okay, Alan.

I accept your story. I don't know why, but I do.

And listen to me.

I'm sorry.

One more to go. Where's Jesse?

Oh, he rented a boat and went fishing. He should be back any time now.

-Come on, let me buy you a drink at the bar. -No, thanks.

But I'll take a rain check.

You got it.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

That's far enough, Colshaw.

I've got nothing to say to you.

[SIGHS] Look, Jesse, if you'd just listen to me...

I don't talk to a thief or a coward.

Get off my ship.

Toby, Kako, get rid of him.

You heard Mr. Mason.

Get off!

[GRUNTING]

ROARKE: You are not to strike back,

or your fantasy will end instantly.

JESSE: Go on, get out!

[♪♪♪♪♪]

My entire life has been a rehearsal for this moment,

when I play my music just for you.

Susan.

This way.

I realize all this has been a great shock for you.

I thought of writing to you to warn you in some way,

but I was afraid you wouldn't come.

Susan, don't do this!

Susan, wait! Please, wait!

SUSAN: Stay away from me!

Susan, don't do this!

Susan!

[♪♪♪♪♪]

-Don't come near me. -Susan, wait!

Susan, don't go! Please, wait!

[PANTING]

SUSAN: Help me, somebody!

Susan!

Susan!

No, Susan, wait! Let me talk to you!

[EXCLAIMS]

Let me go!

You tricked me into coming here,

tricked me with your music!

But you do feel love for me.

I know you do. That's why you came.

Get away from me, you filthy beast!

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[ROARING]

[ROARING CONTINUES

[ROARING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

You look forlorn, Mr. Colshaw.

Like some poor ghost, Mr. Roarke?

Jesse won't listen to me,

and the pendant is at the bottom of the harbor.

I'm sorry.

Do you realize the gravity of your situation?

In one hour, you must return to the other side.

And unless you have delivered the third feather,

you will remain a restless spirit in limbo

for all eternity.

Were those not your very words?

I'll never convince Jesse without the pendant.

You can do it, Mr. Colshaw, and I shall help you

by removing the restriction on physical violence.

Yes, you can defend yourself,

with actions as well as words.

You don't need the pendant, Mr. Colshaw.

Stand on your own feet.

It's the only way you can go to your rest,

find peace.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Forty-five minutes. Oh, at the dock? Right.

Well, they got a plane waiting.

Clear skies from here to London,

and Fantasy Island is gonna be nothing

-[KNOCKING ON DOOR] -but a bad fantasy.

May I come in, Mr. Durwood?

I just heard of your experience, Miss Lohman.

Are you all right?

I'll be fine, Mr. Roarke.

But you could have warned me.

If I had, would you have believed me?

[EXHALES]

I guess not.

Then it wasn't just some kind of hallucination?

Edmond Dumont's family is said to bear

an ancient Gallic curse,

passed on to one male each seventh generation.

Whatever the origin of the deformity,

Edmond Dumont grew up shunned by people,

with only the creatures of the forest and his music

to keep him company.

Well, naturally, I feel sorry for him.

Hey, baby, we don't have a lot of time.

Can anything be done for him?

Oh, every curse can be broken,

with the right cure, of course.

But you were his last hope.

That's not fair, Mr. Roarke.

He tricked me.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Mr. Roarke, what is it?

[WAILING]

Mr. Dumont is dying, Miss Lohman,

of loneliness, of a broken heart.

By midnight he will be dead.

[SIGHS]

SUSAN ON STEREO: ♪ When first I saw you ♪

♪ By the lake ♪

If Edmond Dumont dies,

the world will be a much poorer place.

Please, Mr. Roarke, turn it off.

Oh, certainly.

[TURNS OFF STEREO]

With the flick of a finger.

But I can turn it on again, Miss Lohman.

How much more of Edmond Dumont's music,

as yet unwritten,

will you be turning off forever

if you do not go back and help him?

Are you prepared to deprive the world of that music?

That beauty?

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Are you?

Mike, you better make some more phone calls. I'm sorry.

DURWOOD: Are you crazy? You've got a contract!

[♪♪♪♪♪]

LENA: Jesse!

Jesse, have you seen Alan?

Yeah, I just threw him off.

-Oh, no. -Listen.

We've been wrong about him.

Jesse, you've got to hear his side of the story.

I see he's really got you two guys conned, hasn't he?

[CHUCKLES]

Well, he's not gonna make a sucker out of me.

He not only stole those diamonds,

leaving us by that wreck was a form of attempted murder.

I'm gonna turn him in.

ALAN: Why now, Jesse?

Why didn't you go to the authorities yesterday

when you first saw me here on the island?

Why did you wait until now?

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[GRUNTING]

-Jesse, stop them! -Stay out of this, Lena.

[GROANS]

[GRUNTING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

You don't want to listen to me because you already know the truth, don't you?

Look at me, Jesse.

Look at me!

Lena, Jake, how well did you know Brett Neilsen

before you came aboard my plane?

I didn't. He was Jake's friend.

Mine? I thought...

It must have been Jesse who brought him along.

Yes! Come to think of it,

I remember the two of them talking together.

In that case, we can assume that Jesse was the only one

that knew Neilsen was a diamond courier.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Wait. Wait! I remember now.

After you left for help, I saw him beside Neilsen's body.

You took the diamonds.

And when Alan didn't come back, you put the blame on him.

Because you thought Alan was dead.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

I'm sorry.

There is not much time.

Excuse us, please.

Lena, I...

I must go now.

-Well, take me with you. -That's impossible.

But I... I don't understand.

You will. And understand this, too.

I love you.

I love you very, very much.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Please.

Please... Please take me with you.

I have no choice.

But we'll be together again.

I promise you that one day, we will be together.

I promise.

Goodbye, my Lena.

Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

Thank you for everything.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

LENA: Alan?

ROARKE: I'm sorry. He has left.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[SOBBING]

[PIANO PLAYING]

[PIANO PLAYING STOPS]

[GROWLING]

Master. Maestro!

Are you all right?

Lee Soong,

that's where I belong.

Out there with them.

My own kind!

Master!

Master! Come back!

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

[DOGS BARKING]

[LION ROARING]

Master!

Edmond!

Edmond!

[KNOCKING ON GATE]

[ROARING CONTINUES]

[WAILING]

Master?

Master?

Master?

SUSAN: Edmond!

Master?

SUSAN: Edmond, where are you?

Master!

Edmond.

Oh, Edmond,

I was wrong.

Forgive me.

I love what your music says,

what you give the world.

I love what is you.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

EDMOND: Susan?

Master.

[LAUGHING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Mr. Roarke.

Thank you for bringing me here

and for letting me see Alan again.

You realize, it was really for you

that he came back.

I can assure you that now he has found peace.

I've learned something very special, very beautiful.

-Goodbye. -Goodbye, Miss Jordan.

-Goodbye, Tattoo. -Goodbye.

-Thank you, Mr. Roarke. -You're welcome, Mr. Lawrie.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Boss, what do you mean by, "He found his peace"?

The survivors of that plane crash weren't rescued just by luck, my friend.

A forestry helicopter spotted Mr. Colshaw's backpack on the riverbank.

Oh. And they made a search of the area?

That's how they found the plane wreck, yes.

The man they called a coward was really a hero.

Indeed, Tattoo.

He gave his life for his friends.

He gave his life?

You mean, we've been entertaining a...

A ghost?

My dear Tattoo, don't tell me you are prejudiced!

Mr. Roarke, words can't express the way we feel.

Would you please accept a simple thank you?

Of course, although there is no need for it.

It was your love

which brought about this happy conclusion.

And set me free.

How could you possibly have known that it would?

There is always a way, maestro, especially on Fantasy Island.

Mr. Roarke, the music we make together

will tell you how grateful we are.

I'm sure.

But more importantly, together you will enrich the whole world.

Goodbye, old friend.

Goodbye, maestro.

-Thank you. -Bye, Miss Lohman.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

-Boss. -Hmm?

Did Mr. Dumont really have an animal face?

What do you think, Tattoo?

Was that just the way Miss Lohman saw him,

a trick of the mind?

The only thing that really matters is,

now we know she loves him as a man,

not just for his music.

[♪♪♪♪♪]