Original subtitles

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[BELL TOLLS]

The plane! The plane!

-[INDISTINCT CHATTER] -[PLANE ENGINE ROARING]

Buh-bye.

[GIGGLING]

-Good morning, Mr. Roarke. -Good morning, Julie.

-Where's Tattoo? -Uh, helping Mr. Kincaid

-fulfill his fantasy. -Oh, yes.

Mr. Kincaid's that nice man who wants to be invisible.

Yes, uh-huh.

Can you make his fantasy come true?

Mm, what about it, Mr. Kincaid? Can I make you invisible?

MR. KINCAID: Indeed you can, Mr. Roarke.

Witness a lovely flower for a most lovely young lady.

-Take it, Julie. -[GASPS] Oh!

Thank you, Mr. Kincaid. Uh...

But I thought you said Tattoo was with him.

Oh, but he is. Uh, Tattoo?

TATTOO: That's not fair, Julie. Mr. Kincaid stole my line.

But I still think you're beautiful, anyway.

How sweet. Thank you, Tattoo.

Uh, have a nice day, gentlemen.

-Come, Julie. -Bye.

Not there, Julie, over there, can't you see them?

Julie?

[GIGGLING]

Smiles, everyone, smiles.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Mr. Roarke, do you see what I see?

ROARKE: Indeed I do, Julie.

The gentleman to whom you refer is Mr. Joel Campbell

of New York City, an extremely successful

insurance executive with a most unique avocation.

Not only does he participate in amateur rodeos

and go horseback riding in Central Park each morning,

but Mr. Campbell is also an avid student

of the Old West.

Then, it shouldn't be too difficult

to guess what his fantasy is.

Oh, no, indeed, Mr. Campbell's fantasy

is to experience the real West.

He hungers to immerse himself

in the romantic adventures and challenges

no longer available to residents of Manhattan.

But Mr. Campbell's somewhat glamorized conception

of the real West may very well involve him

in some extremely difficult situations.

Also, a great danger.

JULIE: Who's the pretty lady?

ROARKE: An extremely talented research chief

of a modern genetic laboratory. Her name is Dr. Carla...

Frankenstein.

Frankenstein? Funny, she doesn't look like a monster.

Shame on you, Julie. Dr. Frankenstein

has had to endure that type of humor most of her life.

Shame on you.

The lady is convinced

that Baron von Frankenstein did, in fact, exist.

The fantasy is to have the Baron's laboratory

reconstructed to the last detail.

By studying the Baron's reports, she hopes to prove

that he was a man sadly misunderstood

in his lifetime.

Wait a minute, Mr. Roarke.

The whole story, the monster, the fire,

that's all from a novel, pure fiction.

Oh, indeed, Julie, indeed.

But who is to say what is fiction...

what is fact?

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Oh, no, I got nothin' against my parents,

God bless their souls.

It's just that my mother gave birth to me

a hundred years too late.

And things ain't like they used to be,

you know what I mean?

Well, I think I do, Mr. Campbell. You feel that, uh,

today's world is too civilized, less than challenging,

that we have too many creature comforts.

Right on the nose, Mr. Roarke. This nation has produced

too many namby-pamby tenderfoots.

Really?

[CLEARS THROAT] Julie?

-This way, please. -Sure.

Good luck, Mr. Campbell, and keep your powder dry.

Thank you, little lady.

Dodge City, here I come.

Well...

how far back in time you gonna take me, Mr. Roarke?

Patience, Mr. Campbell. You shall soon see.

Well, I hope it's no later than 1870.

-Oh? -That's when things

got a might civilized,

and romance seemed to go that-a-way,

-if you know what I mean. -Yes, yes.

What happened to my clothes?

Well, your fantasy was to experience

the real West, Mr. Campbell.

What you are now wearing is completely authentic.

Uh, that cow pony over there is likewise authentic,

though it is not cut from the same mold

as those you ride daily in Central Park.

Uh, his name is Pancho, by the way.

That's a nice-looking horse.

-Oh, yes. -Okay.

What do I do now?

What you do now, Mr. Campbell,

-is to look over there. -[VEHICLE WHIRRING]

The brakes!

What the hell is a truck doing in 1870?

The brakes are gone!

Easy, Pancho.

[HORSE NEIGHING]

JOEL: Go get 'em, go get 'em! Come on!

Get 'em, get 'em!

Josh, hold on!

[JOEL GRUNTS]

Pardon me, ma'am.

Hold on.

[GEARS SHIFTING]

-[SIGHS] -Oh. [CHUCKLES]

Oh. Oh!

You all right?

Thanks, stranger. You saved our lives.

Yeah, that was really brave of you.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[SIGHS]

You've done it.

You've really done it, Mr. Roarke.

-ROARKE: Thank you. -You certainly have.

This place gives me the creeps.

Oh, it's his house, I can feel it.

-Oh, can we go in, please? -Mm-hmm.

Must we?

CARLA: It-- It's immaculate.

ROARKE: Well, this is the Baron's castle, yes,

reconstructed exactly as it was over 150 years ago

before it burned down.

JAMES: They're goin' inside.

Knock that off, will ya, Fix? I told you before,

no drinking on the job. Come on, we are being paid a lot of bucks

by her company's number-one competitor

to find out what she is doing here on Fantasy Island, okay?

Here's to Baron Frankenstein and all his little monsters.

Just to think...

that in this room, life was created from the dead.

Uh, not exactly in this room, Doctor.

Behind that door.

And with such primitive equipment.

Yes.

Uh, Doctor, I must warn you...

no one knows all that happened here.

Now, will you two please stop worrying about me?

I'm home.

But there's no phone, no electricity.

Maybe you better come back with us.

I think I've taken up enough of your time.

Now, if you two will, please, just show yourselves out,

I'll get on with my research.

As you wish, Doctor.

Julie.

[DOOR CLOSING]

JOSH: That was a great supper, Mom.

Oh, thank you, son.

It's time you got started on your homework.

Okay.

Well, that's a fine-lookin' boy.

Equally a fine-looking mom who knows how to cook,

don't you, Mrs. Blair?

Well, thank you, but please call me Maggie.

It's short for Margaret.

As for the meal, uh, it's part of the job.

-Job? -Job.

-Didn't Mr. Roarke tell you? -No, he didn't.

As a matter of fact, Mr. Roarke

neglected to tell me a lot of things.

You're the hired hand he promised me.

I expect an honest day's work for an honest day's pay.

Now, hold it, Mrs. Blair-- uh, Maggie.

I didn't come all this way to be a hand,

hired or otherwise.

You made a deal, and I aim to hold you to it.

I'm really a wealthy insurance executive on vacation.

Dressed like a flat-broke cowpoke

just to fool the public, right?

Well, something did happen to my old clothes, yeah.

They just sort of disappeared.

-Exactly. -[MOTORCYCLES BUZZING]

-Motorcycles out there? -Yeah, just off-road riders.

Oh.

An evil-looking bunch.

MAGGIE: Yeah, well, we get lots of them out here these days,

but pay 'em no mind.

-Maggie, where are you from? -Missouri, the Ozarks.

-Is there a Mr. Blair? -Was.

Sam's in the cemetery over at Wilson's Bend.

He spent five years breaking his back to clear this land.

Pneumonia from digging post holes

in the rain, that's pretty much what done him in.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Joel, would two extra days here

make any difference in your plans?

Well, uh...

Six dollars as an advance on your salary,

good faith money.

Maggie, I told you before.

I work for an insurance company,

and last year, I made nearly 200,000 dollars.

You don't believe me, do you?

Nope.

Hmm, at least the wages are 1870.

I'm more and more convinced

that Baron Frankenstein had no interest

in creating living beings from the dead.

I am beginning to wonder...

if he was seeking the key to immortality.

Oh, the very thought of it sends my mind reeling.

But I find several references

to everlasting life in his papers.

Here's the quote that he jotted down

from Lord Byron.

"I feel my immortality, o'er sweeping,

all pains, all tears, all times, all fears. And peal,

like the eternal thunder of the deep, into my ears."

Mr. Roarke, is that you?

-[THUDDING] -Julie?

[SIGHS]

[CHICKENS CLUCKING]

Hey, old man. What's happenin'?

If you're addressing me, the name is not "old man."

Wrong.

Your name's whatever I decide it'll be.

Did you come here for any particular reason?

Yeah.

That's the reason I came here.

I don't think it's a very good one.

Well, then why don't you do something about it, old man?

I got him, I got him, Crusher.

Have some fun.

I'm gonna have some fun with him, Flynt.

-[GRUNTING] -Stop, or I'll shoot!

All right, let him go! And get on your bikes,

and ride outta here!

You better do what Josh says.

That's a double-barrel 12-gauge shotgun,

and it can blow a king-size hole in just about anything,

including scum the likes of you.

CRUSHER: Let the old man go, Flynt.

Better start looking over your shoulder, old man,

'cause I'm coming back.

-And when I do... -[ENGINES REV]

Hmm...

well, thanks, son. I--

I was getting a little nervous there.

You were getting nervous? What about me?

I forgot where my dad kept the shells.

[JOEL LAUGHS]

Well, you are a gutsy guy.

-[SIGHS] -That's one I owe ya.

Well, there's something I owe you.

The rotor, I took it off the tractor.

What'd you do that for?

Well, the sooner you get the plowing done,

the sooner you'll be leaving us.

So?

So maybe I don't want you to leave.

Maybe I want you to stay.

My mom feels the same way.

Hmm.

[GRUNTS SOFTLY]

The tomatoes look fresh.

I... have a small garden.

I cannot go to the store.

I would...

frighten people.

[GRUNTS]

Cold.

Fire.

[FIREPLACE DOOR CLOSING]

The townspeople came after me...

with torches.

[SIGHING]

And a Baron...

pushed me into the river.

Do you have a name?

Name?

I... have...

a chicken and a goat.

I should like to see them sometime.

May I ask you some more questions?

[SNARLS]

How long have you lived here?

Since the Baron died.

Hundred and fifty years.

Oh, you see, the average lifespan is...

only about half that,

so the Baron must have discovered

some genetic secrets that we don't know about.

[SIGHING]

How old are you?

-[CAR APPROACHING] -[GRUNTS IN ANGER]

-What is it? -[CAR DOOR SHUTS]

I heard something.

You-- you brought people!

No, I didn't, I came alone, I-- I swear.

I wouldn't lie to you.

[GROANS]

[SCREAMS]

[GRUNTS]

FIX: Did you see anything?

Let's get the hell outta here!

That's-- that's--

-I know who it is, let's go! -[PANTING]

[SNARLS]

-[PANTING] -It was real, wasn't it?

Like some gosh-awful sideshow freak.

A sideshow.

People lined up with money.

We'll make a fortune, millions.

Aren't you forgettin' one minor detail?

How do we get it to co-operate?

Did you see the size of that sucker?

All we need is a cage, a big one.

Then, we got him.

Come on, let's go, let's go.

[ENGINE STARTING]

Who are... they?

They're tourists probably. They lost their way.

People...

run... from...

me.

I know how lonely and confused you must be.

But that's over.

When I leave here, you're coming with me.

You'll be famous.

You will be the living proof

that man can conquer the secret of eternal life.

You will offer the world hope.

And you can end the horrible stories

about Baron Frankenstein.

[GROANS]

We'll drive this load out and come back for the rest.

[TRUCK APPROACHING]

Not this month, Harley, we don't need nothin'!

Hey, Mack, didn't you hear the lady?

ROARKE: I heard, Mr. Campbell, but she's wrong.

That you, Roarke?

Mrs. Blair does need something.

I need something.

I need to get out of this no-account,

one-horse rip off of a fantasy right now.

Oh, I am so sorry. That is quite impossible.

Once started, a fantasy must run to its conclusion.

Even though it's the wrong kind?

-What do you mean? -Oh,

have you fouled me up, Mr. Roarke.

I wanted to see the Old West, like it really was.

Oh, I beg to differ with you, Mr. Campbell.

Uh, you did not request to experience the Old West.

The term you used was "the Real West."

But this isn't any kind of West.

That woman has got me planting, and plowing,

and splitting rails on this no good piece of ground

that even the weeds can't wait to tumble off fast enough.

That's what the real West is all about, Mr. Campbell,

a very hard, difficult life,

a constant struggle often ending in failure.

But in spite of everything,

true Westerners somehow endure.

Yeah, maybe so, but--

I have delivered your fantasy, Mr. Campbell.

Wrong!

This is not the West like I know it to be.

It wasn't built on drudgery, mm-hmm.

Men, men built it, real men.

But there was also something called commitment,

Mr. Campbell,

a quality you seem to lack.

-What? I lack commitment? -Yes, sir.

[CHUCKLES] Look, I have lived in the city

for 20 years and have worked for the same company 18 years.

And for all those years, you have been a drifter,

an emotional drifter.

-A what? -An emotional drifter.

One who keeps running from person to person.

Mr. Campbell, you are 40 years of age,

yet you've never been married, not even engaged.

Your personal life is totally void

of close relationships.

But Mr. Roarke...

Mix this seed with the other type.

It's a new, sturdy strain, recently developed.

It will take root in the driest, stoniest soil.

In a few weeks, it will cover the entire Eastern slope,

all the way up to the ridge.

[ENGINES REV]

That is if those crazy bikers

don't come swoopin' down here and tear everything apart.

And if that happens,

why don't you ask yourself the question?

What question?

What would Duke Wayne do in a situation such as this?

Good luck.

-[DOOR CLOSING] -[ENGINE STARTING]

ROARKE: Dr. Frankenstein, not once

did you ever mention any plans

to take him away from this place.

-But I didn't know he was here. -Indeed.

Uh, did you not specifically insist that every detail,

every detail of his laboratory be duplicated?

Yes, But I never once, for a moment, imagined that...

Mr. Roarke, are you, by some chance, putting me on?

I mean, he doesn't even look like--

Oh, like the monster in the movie.

My dear doctor, this is not the world of make-believe.

We are dealing with real life.

Well, I still don't understand why you're so upset.

I mean, he wants to go with me.

He wants, Doctor, what every child wants,

to please the adults around him.

But he's not afraid.

Dr. Frankenstein, the world will see him as he is,

and people will react predictably.

Some will be horrified, some will laugh,

and some...

will taunt him, cruelly...

the way they have taunted you about your name all your life.

No, Doctor, no.

No, he must not leave here.

Look, I have no intention of putting him

on public display.

He is a biological miracle.

He'll be studied by scientists and very well-cared for.

Doctor, I fear your desire to rid your family name

of ridicule has blinded you.

This...

this entity is a living creature.

He has a human, beating heart.

He may even have a soul.

Come here, please.

ROARKE: Someone once said,

"There is nothing ugly.

I never saw an ugly thing in my life,

for let the form of an object be what it may.

Light, shade...

and perspective

will always make it beautiful."

Oh, these poor feet of mine.

I feel like I've worn 'em right up to my kneecaps.

Well, what can a body expect

if you write up a few fancy insurance policies?

Oh, you still don't believe me, do you?

Look, if you want to play make-believe,

you go right on and have at it,

just so long as I get an honest day's work out of you.

Hey, Maggie.

You know, I was wonderin'.

You know those bikers, why do they keep

showing up around here?

Oh, kids is all.

That's not all.

You're frightened of them a lot. Now, why?

Well, they rustled one of my steers.

I got the sheriff after 'em, but he had no proof.

And now, they got it in for me.

Hmm, boy, that husband of yours, he sure saddled you

with a lot of trouble, didn't he?

No money, a stony piece of ground and a boy to raise.

And a half-finished house.

Oh, Sam meant well.

You any good at fixing roofs?

Now, hold it, lady.

This hired hand is retiring tomorrow evening,

the minute I'm through sowing the Eastern pasture.

Well, you can't blame a body for tryin'.

Maggie, I know it's none of my business,

but why don't you sell this place?

You know, you are absolutely right, Joel.

It is none of your business.

You just do the job I hired you to do.

Now, listen to me, lady.

You didn't hire me to do any job.

Roarke didn't hire me, nobody else hired me.

You were in trouble, and I was trying

to help you out.

Then, just finish the job you started,

and go on your way, wherever you're goin'.

Thanks, I'm gonna do just that.

Look, Joel.

Joel!

I'm sorry.

I'm just all tuckered out tonight and I'm worried.

I just want to keep things goin',

bring in one good harvest.

I know we can survive,

make this the place that Sam always dreamed of.

Would you help me? Please?

Well, uh, I'll think about it.

[SIGHS]

Thanks.

[CHUCKLES]

[PANTING]

Hi.

-[GRUNTS] -Listen to this.

"I keep six honest serving men.

They taught me all I knew.

Their names are What, and Why, and When,

and How, and Where, and Who." [CHUCKLES]

Oh, it's only a poem.

You don't have to understand it.

Poems are about the way people feel about things.

Did the Baron make that?

No.

Then, it cannot know how I feel.

Sit down.

Teach me.

All right.

"The cat...

jumped...

over... the fence."

Why... did the cat...

jump?

I don't know why.

I'm just teaching you to read it.

You...

and Mr. Roarke...

are my friends.

You... must teach me...

before... I go to live with people.

JULIE: Go?

But you can't, you know that.

He-- he'll get into trouble. People will hurt him.

Julie, I'm going to take care of him myself.

Now, I know how Mr. Roarke feels about it,

and I've-- I've thought it all over.

He'll be perfectly safe with me.

He's just too valuable to science

to remain here undiscovered for centuries.

You're absolutely right, Doctor.

[GROWLS]

Come on, let's go.

JULIE: Who are you? What do you want?

Come on, move it! You too, Doc, let's go!

Come on, come on.

Keep moving, or we kill the women. Come on.

[CARLA GROANS, SCREAMS]

[GROANS]

-What about her? -Forget her, come on.

Move, move!

Mr. Roarke!

Mr. Roarke!

FIX: Come on, come on! Move, move!

In the truck! In, in, in!

-Don't come in, it's a trap! -Shut up!

[GRUNTS]

[FRANKENSTEIN GRUNTING]

-FIX: Get rid of the girl! -[JULIE SCREAMS]

[FRANKENSTEIN GRUNTING]

[GRUNTS]

Oh!

I finally made contact. The boat'll be here in an hour.

[CLANGING]

It won't be too soon for me, eh?

[GROANS]

[CLANGING]

Maybe we should take a peek.

Run! Hurry!

Don't kill him, you idiot, he's money!

-Stop! Stop! -[FRANKENSTEIN GROANING]

I am your friend.

You were created to be superior.

The Baron would not like it if you do something

to destroy his hopes and aspirations for you.

[GROANING]

Mr. Roarke, he's hurt.

He has been hurt each time he ventured into a world

that was not prepared to accept him, Doctor.

In the Baron's castle, he's only a part of literature.

But there, he is safe.

You must make him understand that.

All right. I'll talk to him.

[TRACTOR ENGINE REVVING]

[GRUNTS]

Oh, thanks a lot, Mr. Roarke.

You really know how to fulfill a fantasy.

[SNARLS]

-[GROWLS] -Let me help you.

-[GROANS] No, no. -Please.

I want to help you.

You, your friends

put me...

in a cage.

But they're not my friends.

I tried to tell you they're not my friends.

-I don't know who they are. -[GROANS]

Why do...

people hurt me?

It's not your fault.

People don't understand you.

Why... do people hurt...

what they do not understand?

Sometimes, people are like that.

That's why I have to leave here as soon as possible.

[GROANS]

You...

will take me...

with you?

I can't take you back with me.

I...

would even...

let you put me...

in a cage.

You're safe here,

with your garden, and your goat, and your chicken...

and Mr. Roarke.

He can protect you so much better than I can.

But...

I want to see...

you.

When you want to see me...

you close your eyes...

and I'll be there.

And...

I will try to come back...

as often as I can.

And maybe, I can even bring some more friends with me.

-Oh, don't be afraid. -[BREATHES SHAKILY]

Don't be afraid, it won't hurt you.

It will help you sleep

-and feel better. -[GROANS]

There.

There it is, it's done.

You really figure this new seed will work?

Well, the old gaffer in the tinker's wagon,

he said it would.

Well, we want to thank you, Joel Campbell.

Now, I want to talk to you about that roof.

Oh, no, Maggie. No, no, I gotta move on.

Must you? Really?

Oh, please stay, we like you a whole lot.

Well, I like you both too, but...

Well, I want to see what's on the other side of that ridge.

[SIGHS]

Well... here's the rest of your money.

Maggie, you keep it.

Some sad, old tramp will come by,

and you can pay him to fix your roof.

Joel, isn't there anything I can say that would keep you?

[ENGINES REVVING]

[IMITATING HOWLING]

-MAGGIE: Josh, no! -No, no.

Killing ain't gonna help. You watch your Mom.

[IMITATING HOWLING]

ROARKE: What would John Wayne do in a situation such as this?

Since you're on private land, I suggest you move out!

Move? Sure, we'll move.

-Let's move it, partner. -[IMITATING DOGS]

[HORSE NEIGHS]

[GRUNTS]

Who's next?

All right, you creeps.

Get on your bikes, and climb over that ridge,

and don't look back! You hear?

I hear.

It's not so bad.

The three of us can put it right.

Three of us?

Oh, no, I gotta ride.

Oh, but there's just too much work.

It never ends.

And besides, it's right nice having a man around again.

I'm sorry. I can't.

Your fantasy is over, Mr. Campbell.

Ready to go back?

-I'm not so sure. -I'm afraid I don't understand.

Well, I'd like to ask a special favor.

-Oh? -Like you said,

I've never been very good about making commitments.

And you are now thinking about making a commitment?

Yes, Mr. Roarke.

I'd like to make a commitment to-- to Maggie, to Josh,

and to this no-good, dried-up, wheat-filled ground

that I'd like to turn into another Garden of Eden.

In short, you are asking my permission

to become a permanent resident of Fantasy Island,

and a... a committed one.

Yes, I am.

ROARKE: They need you, Mr. Campbell...

and you need them.

Permission granted.

JOEL: Yahoo!

[♪♪♪♪♪]

CARLA: Thank you both.

I'm so loaded down with photographs,

and tapes, and transcripts,

no one will ever laugh at the Baron's name again.

Your new friend is gonna miss you.

I'm gonna have my company build a laboratory here.

I think I can convince them that the secret of agelessness

is right here on this island.

And I'll be able to spend part of the year with him

and his garden.

He will wait patiently, safely.

[SIGHS]

Julie...

read poems to him...

about good people.

JULIE: I promise.

Goodbye, Doctor.

Julie, you have performed admirably.

Thank you.

I'd like to buy your dinner tonight.

Thank you, Mr. Roarke!

But I think I should spend some time

with a friend who's a bit sad just now.

Very well. Shall we make it dinner for three?

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪♪♪]