Original subtitles

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[BELL TOLLING]

The plane! The plane!

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

-Good morning, boss. -Good morning, Tattoo.

ROARKE: Let's go.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

[BAND PLAYING]

Uh-oh, boss.

That guy looks like he's been hitting the sauce on the flight over.

He's not drunk, Tattoo. He happens to be very ill.

ROARKE: In fact, according to his doctors,

he has only 12 hours to live.

Oh, that's too bad. Who is he, boss?

Mr. Thomas Henshaw,

a bookkeeper with an aerospace firm in Sunnyvale, California.

For his fantasy is to be granted an additional 48 hours of life

and an opportunity to be accepted as a guest

of the sanctuary on North Gull Island.

Boss, that's where all the big-time killers hide out.

Why does he want to go there?

To hunt down a killer.

Whose?

His own.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Oh, boss, that's a real elegant lady.

Yes, she's Mrs. Anastasia Dexter.

Widow of the millionaire, Arlen Dexter.

After 12 years of a loving and happy marriage

in which she was protected and adored,

she now finds life to be without sparkle or direction.

She's rich.

The way she looks, she shouldn't have any problems.

Yet she does, Tattoo,

despite the fact that no less than three very eligible bachelors wish to marry her.

You mean, she cannot make up her mind?

Unfortunately, she has been unable to do so.

You see, the memory of her adored husband is so strong,

that any living man suffers by comparison.

Her fantasy is to be able to completely separate

that memory from the reality of her everyday life,

to now place it in its proper perspective,

so she may select the right man.

Can we help her to do that, boss?

Yes, yes...

With some very special assistance.

Assistance, which I fear, will be a great shock

to Mrs. Dexter and her suitors.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

You say this hair is the only clue

to the identity of the person who poisoned you?

That's it, Mr. Roarke. That's all I've got.

However, the human hair has

characteristics sort of like fingerprints.

Yes, I know.

Now, the police think the guy that that hair belongs to

got a job as a waiter at our company party

and he slipped something into my drink.

Now you say "guy."

Have the police determined that it was indeed a man?

No, it's just a figure of speech.

He, she, it... Take your choice.

All I know is this person

went to the sanctuary within the past week.

That much I was able to find out on my own.

Now all I have to do is match that one strand

with one head and I've got my killer.

You might say my life is hanging by a hair.

You say your doctors don't know what kind of poison it is?

No, Tattoo. That's why they can't provide an antidote.

I'm sorry that for the same reason,

neither can we, Mr. Henshaw.

However, this potion,

found exclusively on Fantasy Island,

will, as I promised you,

extend your life for 48 hours.

However, to maintain its potency,

you must sip it at least every three hours.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[SIGHS]

Two days to find the man who murdered me.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

It's beautiful here, Mr. Roarke.

Everywhere I look it's like the Garden of Eden.

-[CHUCKLES] -Thank you, Mrs. Dexter.

Oh, look. There they are.

ANASTASIA: My three admirable suitors.

Shall I tell you about them?

If I may, Mrs. Dexter, allow me to tell you.

First, there is Mr. Ellis Lathrop.

A wealthy socialite, who also has acquired a reputation as a playboy.

He is considered to be witty and fun to be with,

but you wonder if he has the depth and personal stability

to be the kind of husband you need.

Then there is Mr. Walter Blair, a very successful businessman.

Intelligent and dedicated.

But you wonder how much time he would devote to you

or how much fun life would be as his wife.

That's true.

Absolutely.

Which brings us to Mr. Donald McKenzie.

A renowned professor of art at a famous eastern university

and an accomplished artist,

but a modern version of the absent-minded professor,

shy and withdrawn.

You wonder if his art

would be more important to him than you would be.

You're amazing, Mr. Roarke.

You summed them up perfectly.

What happens now?

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Oh, Dex, I miss you so.

Hello? The dining room captain, please.

[SENTIMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING]

Hello, this is Mrs. Dexter.

I'm staying in the Lanai Bungalow.

[MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY]

Would you please arrange a private luncheon for me?

There'll be four of us.

[WHIMSICAL MUSIC PLAYING]

[TAP DANCING]

Oh, yes, yes.

One thirty will be all right.

[TAP DANCING CONTINUES]

Oh, oh... I'm going to come in and arrange for it myself.

Thank you very much.

[TAP DANCING CONTINUES]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

[MAN CHUCKLES]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

He's here, Mr. Falco.

I don't like this.

I don't like this at all.

The guy reads like a psycho.

Blowing up a police station is... is heavy stuff.

I like a pro.

A guy who works neater, quiet.

You keep an eye on him, Harlan.

A close eye.

Yes, sir.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[MURMURING]

You, when you bring in my bags,

I want you to handle them carefully.

Mr. Brewer. I'm Harlan, Mr. Falco's assistant.

Welcome to the sanctuary.

Yeah.

[ALL LAUGHING]

Lovely Anastasia, fellow competitors for the lady's hand,

being civilized is difficult with such beauty at stake.

So let me say simply,

end the suspense, Anastasia,

and tell these two well-meaning but misguided gentlemen

that you have selected me to be your husband

-and send them on their way. -[ANASTASIA CHUCKLES]

Why don't you sit down, Ellis?

I'm sure that Anastasia finds this whole process embarrassing.

DONALD: I agree with Walter.

Love isn't something you just throw up for grabs in public.

I am terribly flattered.

And I certainly wouldn't be here

if I didn't find each one of you terribly attractive.

But I just can't make such an important decision

on an empty stomach.

Captain, would you please serve the Beef Wellington?

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[SCREAMS]

-Anastasia? What... -[STAMMERING] Dex! Dex!

Dex?

[GASPS]

"Dex." You said, "Dex."

Wasn't that your husband's name?

[STAMMERING] Well, it was the Beef Wellington.

Dex just loved Beef Wellington.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

I'm terribly sorry.

No need to apologize.

[WHIMPERS]

Please, please excuse me.

Have a good lunch.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[WHIMPERING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

I hope you find this to your liking, Mr. Brewer.

Yeah, it'll do.

We have color TV.

Or, if you prefer, closed-circuit movies.

X-rated.

Over here, you have a fantastic view.

If you dig scenery.

[WAVES CRASHING]

Wouldn't try it without a hang glider.

You do understand the arrangement?

Absolute security.

Anything you want for $2000 a day.

Yeah, so I was told.

Look, all I want right now is the pleasure of my own company.

If you don't mind.

Yes, sir.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[EXHALES]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[KEYS JANGLING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

You can turn down the bed later, honey. I'm busy right now.

-What are you doing here? -What am I doing here?

This is my room.

Your room? What are you talking about?

Is this yours?

Well, it looks a little small.

Get out.

Hey, sweetheart, I made a mistake.

I just checked in.

You know how it is in a foreign country. All the doors look alike.

Will you leave now, please?

Yeah, sure. It was nice meeting you.

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Oh, Dex.

Now my eyes are playing tricks on me.

DEXTER: No tricks, babe. It's for real.

[GASPS]

Dex.

You... You... You can't be standing there.

It's been three long years since... since...

Since I died?

Yes.

Talk about boring. No fun. No action.

But you look absolutely wonderful.

You haven't changed.

Except that you're even more lovely.

This is impossible.

Not on Fantasy Island.

Ask our mutual friend, Mr. Roarke.

Oh... Mr. Roarke.

Oh, Dex, darling.

No, no, no, no. That's one of the no-no's.

No touch, damn it.

But that doesn't mean I can't feel your presence.

Your warmth.

I missed you so.

I've always been close by, watching you, loving you.

Hoping that you'd find happiness with some lucky stiff who...

Poor choice of words, isn't it?

I was trying to go on alone,

but marriage was so wonderful with you.

So I'm going to try it again with the right person.

But I just don't know who to pick.

Well, now your worries are over.

I've taken care of you all these wonderful years.

I'm going to take care of you now.

I want you to set a date with each of your suitors

and I'll be there to help you make the final selection.

You mean, you and them?

No, no, no. That's impossible.

Well, don't worry about me.

I don't plan on enjoying it.

Besides, nobody will know I'm there except you.

You know, I'm getting tired.

Being alive is exhausting when you're out of practice.

Don't forget to set those dates, Annie.

I love you.

Oh, Dex.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

You know, I don't ask for much.

A new doll. I'm entitled.

Something nice.

Young.

Straight-laced.

That's all I ask.

I'm telling you, she's never been on the street.

She hasn't been here a half a day

and she's hustling the psycho.

Mr. Falco, I found this girl feeding pigeons in Des Moines.

There is no way that she's gonna make it with a guy she just met.

Okay. Okay.

They're ex-lovers.

They knew each other before, right?

I don't know. I don't know.

What about cops?

What do you think of that?

I want to see her now.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

Hi, Mr. Brewer. What can I get for you?

[STAMMERING]

-Bullshot. -Okay.

You know, I thought a friend of mine might be here.

A guy from the east.

Well, there's a Jack Morris. He just checked in.

Yeah?

And yesterday it was the Reilly Brothers.

And Dooley Farentino.

And Willie Simon and his girl. And...

That's a lot of hair.

-Huh? -Nothing. Nothing.

Oh.

HARLAN: Mr. Brewer.

Sandra looking after you okay?

Yeah, sure. No complaints. Thanks.

Good.

Stay away from the lady down the hall.

You know, the one you paid a little visit to?

I'd be very careful, Mr. Brewer.

You know, the protection you buy here at the sanctuary

doesn't hold once you leave here.

What are you, Falco's errand boy?

I'm telling you.

Yeah, well, you can't be the lady's pet.

She didn't come with a dog.

Creep!

[GASPS, CHUCKLES]

Don't ever threaten me again.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

HENSHAW: My life's still hanging by a hair.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Thank you.

Donald, I wanted to talk to you seriously.

Well, you know how I feel about you.

Do you mind if I keep on sketching while we talk?

Sketch? Go right ahead.

Well, sometimes when it comes to personal relationships,

I can express myself better this way than I can with words.

A fact that some of my students have mocked

as an example of sexual misdirection.

The kids were probably right.

Now don't be cruel, darling.

Oh, I don't mean to be.

No, the students we get today are sharp, intelligent...

I didn't mean you.

Are you sure there is nothing wrong, Anastasia?

[CHUCKLES] Oh. No, I...

I've just been a little bit absentminded all day.

I thought I had a corner on that market.

The professor's mixing his metaphors, darling.

Don't let him confuse you.

Walter is the businessman.

Donald, I always felt that we have a great deal in common.

If you would only bring it out.

You see, I have a great appreciation for art.

I'm sorry, honey. I don't think I can take any more of this.

I'll catch up with you and the next candidate?

Would you like to see it? It's you.

Ooh, you sketched me?

Of course I would like to see it.

Oh.

[NERVOUS LAUGH]

It's me all right.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

[DOORKNOB JIGGLING]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

Did Harlan tell you I wanted to see you?

I'm not your slave, Mr. Falco.

When your friend invited me here,

he said you needed a hostess.

Sure.

That's why I called you just now.

To begin your training.

You see, first you be nice to me

and then later on,

you can be hostess to anyone else who wants you.

Now how's that for a deal, huh?

I don't want that kind of a job.

Maybe you already have a job.

[EXCLAIMS]

[EXCLAIMS]

Now, what is your... What is your connection with Brewer?

I don't know any Brewer!

The little guy. What was he doing in your room?

I don't know. I came in and he was here.

He said it was a mistake.

Maybe.

Maybe, Tessa.

I'll have plenty of time to find out the truth.

Because you and Brewer aren't going anywhere for a long time.

[MUFFLED SCREAMING]

[YELPS]

In the meantime, you've got a lot to learn.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[GRUNTS]

You move pretty good, lady.

[CHUCKLES] So do you.

Yeah, well, I'm a firm believer in physical fitness.

I set a company policy allowing employees time off for exercise.

Exercise is a sound investment in good living.

And I couldn't agree more.

One, two, three.

[CHUCKLES]

You silly thing, you.

It does sound a little stuffy, doesn't it?

Well, I didn't mean it...

I didn't mean it the way it sounded, Walter.

I've never been married, you know.

I never had time.

I have always regretted that. Until I met you.

Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about.

About us.

Why we should get married.

Well, I guess I could talk to you about

compensating balances,

mutual assets that make a partnership workable.

He's not talking marriage, Annie. He's talking merger.

And he's wearing out my visibility.

I'll be moving right along.

But there's only one real reason why I ask you

to marry me, Anastasia,

to me the only important one.

What is that, Walter?

I love you.

DEXTER: Come on, babe.

Marry him and you'll have to take the whole board of directors home with you.

Thank you, Walter. We'll talk later.

But, Anastasia...

Oh.... Later, Walter. Please.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[SOBBING]

[TESSA CRYING]

[SOBBING]

-Hold it! -[EXCLAIMS]

What are you doing?

Oh, why did you stop me?

Look, I don't know what your problem is,

but life is too precious to throw away, no matter what.

Yeah? How can you talk about life being precious

when you're what you are?

What do you think I am?

You're here in this place. You're all killers.

You're here. Is that what you are?

Me? I wanted a little excitement out of life.

And I thought this was the place.

They told me I was gonna be a hostess.

That's a new name for it.

Listen, my name isn't Brewer and I'm not what you think I am.

[GASPING]

-What's the matter? -I'll be all right.

What is that stuff?

It's a long story.

[EXHALES]

Anyway, you've got enough problems of your own.

-Come on. I'm gonna help you get out of here. -Why should you?

Because you're nice, that's why.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

This place is a fortress.

Don't worry, I'll find a way.

-[KNOCKING ON DOOR] -Who is it?

MAN: Room service.

I didn't order anything.

[KNOCKING CONTINUES]

Come in.

Compliments of the house.

Mr. Roarke!

Mr. Roarke?

Mr. Henshaw, Miss Brody.

Oh, am I glad to see you.

Look, this girl doesn't belong here, you've gotta...

Wait a minute. How did she know your name?

Miss Tessa Brody works in a factory

in Des Moines, Iowa.

As she puts it, not the most exciting job in the world.

Her fantasy has been to get some excitement, a few thrills.

Some danger into her life.

But I had this feeling

that you were in great danger, Miss Brody.

Oh, Mr. Roarke, I almost made a terrible mistake.

He stopped me.

Unfortunately, once a fantasy has begun,

it must be played out to its conclusion.

Whatever happens to both of you is in your own hands.

But I ask you to remember this,

ingenuity and courage have often been mistaken for miracles.

I've made my decision, Mr. Roarke.

Tessa and I are leaving here together. Right now.

Oh, I see.

May I have a word with you, Mr. Henshaw?

In private, if you don't mind.

Do you realize the consequences

of abandoning your own fantasy, Mr. Henshaw?

Yes, I know, Mr. Roarke.

But coming here was a dumb idea.

I haven't been able to find out anything to help me.

I can do something to help Tessa.

Her life can go on and count for something.

And if that's the best I can do,

that's good enough for me.

I can die with that.

You're a very courageous man, Mr. Henshaw.

Who knows?

Perhaps your courage itself will produce a miracle.

ROARKE: I sincerely hope so.

Good luck.

Miss Brody.

Goodbye, Mr. Roarke.

I'll bet you that factory in Des Moines

looks pretty good to you right now, huh?

Oh. I didn't know when I was well off.

Yeah, well, look. You better change 'cause we're going out of here in style.

Thank you.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING]

[CHUCKLING]

Why thank you.

Dancing with you, my darling, is as close to heaven as a man can get.

Thank you.

Did you hear that applause?

We're a team. We go together.

We're beautiful people.

[TAP DANCING]

Annie, proceed with caution.

What I'm really saying is I'm crazy about you.

Now and forever.

Yummy, yum, yum.

Stop it!

What? What's wrong? I thought...

I'm sorry, Ellis. I...

I really... I'm terribly sorry.

Anastasia, what's the matter?

Anastasia?

DEXTER: Hmm... Now I've left her with no one.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

All right. Let's take it slow.

Just remember, you're an average, everyday,

garden-variety type killer.

And my arm is gonna fall off if you don't loosen your grip.

Brewer, anything in the house is yours.

Except her.

Yeah, well, I don't think you get the picture, Falco.

You see, we're leaving together.

All right, hold it right there!

This is a nitro derivative. My own blend.

You're bluffing.

It'd blow you up the same as us.

Well, now that's what those cops in Philly thought, too.

We want a car and a boat. Now!

You can't run far enough, Brewer.

You and this deadbeat loser.

-All right, Falco... -No!

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

Get the boys and cover the grounds.

Oh, Mr. Roarke?

I just came to thank you for everything.

I'm going to drive up to the mountains.

I understand that the view from the summit

is something like nothing in this world.

That would not be very wise, Mrs. Dexter.

There was a storm at the higher elevations last night.

The roads may be treacherous.

Don't worry about me, Mr. Roarke.

I know I'm going to enjoy this drive

more than any drive I ever took in my life.

It was foolish of me to think that

I was going to find the right man here.

I know now that there is only one way

for me to find happiness.

And I'm going to take it.

Goodbye, Mr. Roarke.

Goodbye.

The next move, Mr. Dexter, is definitely up to you.

And quickly.

I never intended this, Mr. Roarke.

Now she actually means to take her own life.

How can I help her?

By letting her go, Mr. Dexter. Really letting her go.

Instead of helping her as you promised,

you have mocked and ridiculed the three men who attracted her.

Despite her love for you, which is secure in her heart forever,

you have, out of jealousy,

robbed her of the years ahead of her.

Years that must be without you.

You're right.

I was jealous. Imagine.

Hurry, Mr. Dexter.

Hurry.

Thank you.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

-I'm sorry, Tessa. -We tried.

FALCO: Hold it, Brewer.

[GRUNTING]

[GRUNTING]

[PANTING]

Help me?

Stay where you are or I'll push him off.

Would you give me a hand up?

There.

What are you doing?

They look the same to me.

I don't know what you're talking about.

But will you please give me a hand?

Yeah, sure, Falco.

But first, take a good look at me.

Do you remember? Tommy Henshaw.

Bookkeeper, Sunnyvale. Now why did you poison me?

You were handling the Florsheck account.

That's a cover for overseas bribes.

You were gonna be investigated by SCC.

The boss got scared that you'd blow the whole deal

if you found out.

Now will you please, please give me a hand up?

Please.

Just one more thing.

What kind of poison did you use?

Psycloxident.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[GROANING]

You know, you're a fool. You know that?

I don't have to kill you.

You're gonna die anyway.

You're the one I'm gonna enjoy wasting.

I think you better look over there, Mr. Falco.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Well, Mr. Henshaw?

Psycloxident.

I have a plane waiting.

We'll be at Fantasy Island Hospital in 20 minutes.

We'll radio the information so the antidote will be waiting.

Well, thanks for the cavalry, Mr. Roarke.

I thought you said this island was owned by an unfriendly nation.

And so it is, but I have an influential friend very high in our government.

I thought this a most opportune moment for him

to use that influence, and he did.

Dex, this is our song.

I hope you enjoy it.

-[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING] -Annie, this isn't the way.

What you and I had will never change.

But you must go on without me.

No, Dex.

Now we'll be together forever.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

I love you, babe.

And I will till the end of time.

But you must live and love again.

Because only by loving is all love kept alive.

Now remember that.

And remember me.

And we will love again.

Now, my darling, now you must live.

Anastasia, you must live.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

DEXTER: You must live.

Yes, Dex.

I will.

I will.

Anastasia, Mr. Roarke told me that you'd driven up here.

I was very worried about you.

Thank you, Walter.

I was just thinking about something you said to me.

They were only three simple little words,

but you are the only one who said them.

"I love you."

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Tessa.

Are you feeling all right, Mr. Henshaw?

Never better, Mr. Roarke. The hospital gave me a clean bill of health.

You know, when I think what Tommy was willing to give up for me, well,

I'll be taking care of him from now on.

For the rest of our lives.

I think I hear wedding bells.

You hear right, Tattoo.

ROARKE: Splendid.

And may your life together bring you both a gift

no fantasy ever could.

Long years of the reality of sharing your love.

Thank you, Mr. Roarke. For everything.

-You're welcome, Mr. Henshaw. -Thank you.

-Thank you. -Goodbye.

-Tattoo. -Bye-bye.

You did it again, boss.

With a little help, Tattoo.

With a little help.

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

Oh, Mr. Roarke. [CHUCKLES]

I don't know why, but I'm sure that Walter is the right man.

Oh, I am very happy for you, Mrs. Dexter.

And yet I detect a slight reservation on your part.

Oh, well, he would be all right. It's just that he's so...

so solid.

If he would have a little bit of...

Shall we say a little dash of wackiness?

That's right.

ANASTASIA: But one can't have everything.

Walter! Oh, where have you been?

Sorry, darling.

I've been practicing a little routine that Tattoo taught me this morning.

A routine?

Sure, watch.

Walter, you tap dance!

Doesn't everybody? [CHUCKLES]

Oh, thank you, Mr. Roarke.

Goodbye, Mrs. Dexter.

And thank you, Tattoo.

Bravo, Tattoo.

Bravo.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

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