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[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[BELL TOLLING]

The plane! The plane!

-[READING ALOUD] -[PLANE ENGINE ROARING]

Bye, bye.

[WOMEN LAUGHING]

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

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

-...Tattoo. -Where are you off to

-in such a hurry? -[SIGHS]

To arrange flowers for two weddings,

make out menus for three garden parties,

then escort a retirement home tour on a nature walk.

-Bye. -Good-bye.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[CROWD LAUGHING]

ROARKE: Smiles everyone, smiles.

[HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING]

TATTOO: Wow. Who's the young duchess, boss?

ROARKE: Her name is Mrs. Dorothy Nicholson.

She owns a successful chain of newspapers

and magazines in the Middle West.

She built a news empire entirely on her own

through hard work, dedication, and a drive for perfection.

But she has paid the price in her personal life.

What price, boss?

Loneliness. An emptiness of the heart.

That is why her fantasy is to find the perfect husband.

A goal which in itself may lead her down

a most dangerous pathway.

TATTOO: He is a bookkeeper, right, boss?

ROARKE: Dr. Hal Workman is a very famous seismologist

from Pasadena, California.

What's his fantasy? To never get shook up? Hmm?

Dr. Workman's fantasy is to be at the site of a volcano

precisely when it erupts...

in order to test out his detection theories,

which quite possibly could save millions of lives in the future.

You are not thinking of sending him up

to Cavelor, are you?

It's his fantasy, Tattoo.

My main concern is that Dr. Workman seems more concerned

in the scientific magnitude of such a discovery

than in its benefits to mankind.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

DOROTHY: My husband died six years ago, Mr. Roarke.

He'd been on an overseas trip,

he phoned me from the airport, told me to...

break out the champagne.

He had just closed a big, successful business deal.

A drunken driver sideswiped his cab.

-He-- -ROARKE: Yes, I know. I know.

I am so very sorry, Mrs. Nicholson.

What a pity you had no children.

You see now, that's really the point.

I suddenly woke up one day and took a look at my life.

I mean...

I've created this incredible conglomerate,

I have more money than I could possibly spend...

and it just doesn't mean anything to me anymore.

What I really want is a child of my own before it's too late.

I am sure there have been many candidates

for that honor, Mrs. Nicholson.

But you see, I'm looking for a very special kind of man.

I want to fall in love again, Mr. Roarke.

With a man that I can look up to and respect

the way I respected my husband.

There is a resort...

known as Paradise Bay...

on a neighboring island,

owned and operated by a Mr. Anton Jagger.

He specializes in providing luxurious entertainment

and relaxation for wealthy ladies.

I have booked you a suite there.

[CHUCKLES] Mr. Roarke, I'm not interested

in taking saunas and playing golf.

Mr. Jagger has somehow managed to assemble

the most extraordinary selection of attractive,

unmarried men. One of whom may embody

all the qualities you are seeking.

If that could be true.

Be aware of one thing, Mrs. Nicholson.

Even perfection...

has its drawbacks.

Perfection is the one thing I feel prepared to handle.

I sincerely hope so...

Mrs. Nicholson.

You will find one of our employees

waiting at your bungalow to escort you

-to your destination. -Thank you.

You're very welcome. Good luck.

HAL: Think of the impact on science, Mr. Roarke.

Being able to predict with accuracy

when energy equal to a hundred megaton

nuclear explosions will unleash itself.

And I'm counting on your mountain

-not to let me down. -Oh, only Cavelor's isolation

has kept its regular eruptions

from claiming many lives, Dr. Workman.

I am certain you will not be disappointed.

Mr. Roarke, I see that you're reluctant

to send me in there because of the dangers.

Don't be. Benefits to a very uncertain science

are well worth the risk.

Perhaps to you, Dr. Workman,

but my principal concern

will remain the protection of life.

Twelve years ago, Cavelor erupted.

Although no lives were lost, the village was destroyed.

I have granted you this fantasy in the hope...

that with advanced warning...

a potential disaster might be avoided.

I understand.

-To each his own. No offense. -Oh, not at all, no.

What are these?

Uh, Mr. Luria, who will act as your guide,

uh, makes, uh, regular trips to supply the natives

who live near the mountain and I didn't think you'd mind

taking their supplies along.

Well, I've got a mountain to worry about

and I'm very anxious to get started.

Are you ready, Robert?

In your own enthusiasm I ask you to be patient.

Mr. Luria...

lives in his own private world,

but he will serve you well.

That is all I ask.

-Thank you. -You're very welcome.

[ENGINE STARTING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Mrs. Nicholson arrives this afternoon.

Refresh my memory, Barker.

Uh, she holds 75 percent of the stock

in Nicholson Media. It's a holding company

for a group of magazines and newspapers.

She's into manufacturing software

for a paid television outfit and she's into--

Yes, the bottom line.

Net worth, 30 million.

Give or take a few hundred thousand.

-What about her love life? -Hmm.

This...

is her ex-husband.

And that... is her most recent boyfriend.

She likes them tall, dark...

and handsome.

-How does Gilberto check out? -Gilbert's ready, sir.

Down to the most intimate detail.

-Good morning, Mr. Jagger. -Good morning.

-Have you a cigarette? -Certainly, sir.

A Turkish import. I hope you enjoy it.

ANTON: The right wrist looks stiff.

Is there a problem?

No. He passed the examination 100 percent.

Let me take a look.

[BEEPING]

If you have any problems,

I will replace the hand. You understand?

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Barker will show you Mrs. Nicholson's file.

I want you to study it carefully.

With anticipation, sir.

This is your first assignment.

I'll be watching to see how you perform.

I will perform perfectly, sir.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

We're not lost already, are we?

I asked you a simple question, Robert.

No, we're not lost.

HAL: Good.

I figured you'd know this country blindfolded.

Like the rest of our species, Doctor,

all I know is the depth of my own deep ignorance.

You know, your manners could use improvement...

but you talk like a philosopher.

That's why I speak as little as possible.

Have it your way.

Where do you want to set the next sensor?

On the ridge there, South of Cavelor.

That's very close to a very dangerous volcano.

That's where I have to go.

I have a better idea.

I'll radio back and you'll wait here.

They'll come and pick you up in the morning.

You can tell your friends the good news,

which is you're still alive.

Robert... I'm going on with or without you.

And in that truck.

Yes, I suppose you would.

I'm gonna check a reference point, wait here.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Robert is an ex-priest?

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Oh, a new arrival, right?

Yes. Looks very nice.

That as you will learn, my dear,

is the understatement of the century.

-Maggie Dunphy. -How do you do?

-Dorothy Nicholson. -And this is Boris.

A real baron yet.

But he's very sweet and attentive.

-A former baron. -Oh, hello.

BORIS: Welcome to Paradise Bay, Mrs. Nicholson.

If you will excuse me, my dear,

I will take Hector to the stables.

If you will allow me, I will take your horse too?

Sure.

Why not?

I have made a reservation at La Cabana for eight o'clock.

I'll pick you up at 7:30 if, uh, that is convenient.

Uh, good-bye, Mrs. Nicholson.

Isn't that a walking, talking dream?

-Mrs. Nicholson? -Yes.

My name is Anton Jagger.

Welcome to Paradise Bay.

-Thank you. -ANTON: Our system here

is very simple, Mrs. Nicholson.

Each guest is provided her own escort...

carefully selected by our research...

whose sole responsibility is to make her happy, relaxed,

and filled with the joy of life.

May I introduce Gilberto DeVincenzo.

Hello.

Welcome.

Thank you.

ANTON: Gilberto will show you to your suite.

It has a magnificent view of the bay.

I know you will like it.

Oh, I had luggage.

Oh, it's all been taken care of.

There's a large staff on the island

whose job is to take all of the stress

out of your life. This way.

Excuse me.

Enjoy yourself, honey.

Where do you find them?

Oh, a professional secret, Mrs. Dunphy.

But I am glad you are pleased.

DOROTHY: Oh!

Well, this is lovely.

GILBERTO: I'm glad you like it.

If you're not too tired from your journey,

we could take a drive around the island.

It's very beautiful.

Well, I'd like that very much, Gilbe-- Uh, Gilbe--

[EXHALES] May I call you Gilbert?

[LAUGHS] Of course, Dorothy.

I'll be waiting for you in the lobby.

Whenever you're ready.

[SIGHS]

WOMAN: Oh, darling, you're wonderful!

I just can't keep up with you.

I'm exhausted.

Oh, don't go, not yet.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Well, there she is.

Beautiful...

and dangerous.

Robert... I wanna get these sensors planted up

on the rim as soon as possible.

[RUMBLES]

There is more power potential stored up there

than man could ever muster...

with all his hydrogen bombs.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Robert. Robert, look here.

It's gold.

Negotiable securities, there must be...

must be worth millions.

-You're right. -MAN: Dead right.

There's no need for a gun.

Now who is he?

You know this man?

Mr. Roarke asked me to guide him in.

I had no choice.

Butler, isn't it?

Joseph E. Butler.

Yes, I remember seeing your picture

in the Honolulu paper yesterday.

[LAUGHS] You're a bright boy...

what'd the paper say?

Something about a big financier entrepreneur disappearing

with the stockholders' securities and...

and gold.

You are a bright boy.

As I said before, Mr. Butler...

there's no need for the gun.

You're not my concern. My work is up on the mountain.

What do you intend to do

with your share of the money, Robert?

Buy your way back into the priesthood?

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[LAUGHS]

GILBERTO: Somehow Captain Cook missed this whole archipelago.

They had a very unusual society.

The chiefs were always women, and held in very high reverence.

That's fascinating.

You know, I think I should have liked

living in that society.

Oh, yes. You would have made a lovely chief.

-Hmm. -And I'm sure produced

beautiful children to perpetuate the royal blood.

I'm sorry. Have I offended you?

Oh, no. No, not...

in the way you mean.

Tell me, what's a attractive, cultured man like yourself

-doing here in Paradise Bay? -[CHUCKLES]

Well, let's see.

My parents have

an importing business in New York.

When I left Yale, I really didn't know what I wanted,

so I joined the firm.

But after a few years

I realized that the almighty buck

wasn't the god I was seeking, and so I retired.

And now you work for Mr. Jagger?

Well, I'm not on the payroll if that's what you mean.

I came here because...

Because I discovered a void in my life.

Somehow Jagger heard about me and invited me to the island.

So, as you can see...

I'm a seeker after love just as you.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Oh my God, your hand! You've burned your hand!

[LAUGHS] That's pretty clumsy of me.

You can see how you affect me. It's nothing to worry about.

Nothing!

But it must hurt terribly. It's going to scar.

-Here, let me-- -No, no, really. It's all right.

Listen, I think we should get started back now.

We dine at eight, and I'm sure you'd like to try our Jacuzzi

before you change. Come on. It's okay. Come on.

[RUMBLES]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

You figure all this stuff is gonna tell you

when the mountain's gonna blow? Is that it, Doc?

I think so. Yes.

Yeah, well, I, uh, I'd say you're out of your mind.

I read the newspapers, too.

Nobody knows when a volcano's going up.

Mr. Butler,

Cavelor doesn't give a damn what either of us thinks.

When she's ready to go, she'll go.

If my instruments are correct,

we should have a small eruption any moment,

and a major one in about 12 hours.

Radio the boat.

I wanna make sure what time they're gonna be here

in the morning. I don't want any foul-ups.

Don't let the doctor get to you, Joe.

Get the boat!

-Do you think I'm good? -[MUSIC PLAYING CONTINUES]

Well, everything seems to be in...

motion.

Joey's gonna produce a big picture

when we get to South America.

I'm gonna star in it.

I... I wish you luck.

Thank you.

What are these things?

Sensing devices.

They record seismic disturbances,

-harmonic tremors. -Maybe two way radios, huh?

-Hardly. -[LAUGHS]

-Knock it off! -[MUSIC STOPS]

-[DOOR CLOSES] -Why don't you go

a little easier on her?

Oh, forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. Is that it?

Leave it to an ex-priest to tell a man

how to treat a woman.

Right, Doc?

KMT278, stand by please.

It's your boat.

[RUMBLES]

Captain, this is Butler.

I want to verify your ETA for tomorrow.

[RUMBLES]

Right on the button.

I hope she waits 'til tomorrow for the big one.

-Joey, I'm scared. -Knock off the whining

or I'll give you something to be scared about.

[PIANO PLAYING]

[BUZZES]

Excuse me, Mrs. Nicholson.

I have to steal Gilbert away.

-Of course. -Uh, I'm sorry.

Listen, uh, tomorrow, if you feel up to it,

perhaps we could go into town.

They have a remarkable little art gallery on Front Street.

-That would be lovely. -Good. See you then.

[PIANO PLAYING]

[SIGHS]

Honey, I've had three husbands, each richer than the last.

Not to mention a lover or two.

That baron. I introduced him to you yesterday.

Boy, is he something else.

Well, that's quite a testimonial.

The guy is just perfect.

He makes love like...

like Casanova.

And if there was a war today,

he'd be a cert for the Medal of Honor.

I don't understand.

I'm talking about guts, this guy is made of steel.

You know, he was tossed by that stallion yesterday,

slashed his arm on some barbed wire this deep.

I tell ya, I nearly fainted. And what did he do?

Wrapped it with a kerchief and carried on

as if nothing had happened.

Talk about macho.

Well, then it couldn't have been

as bad as you thought.

Oh, honey, I saw it.

It'd take 30 stitches to sew him up.

If he was some football playing dummy

I might understand, but this boy is sensitive.

Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy...

is he sensitive.

Uh, excuse me, Maggie.

-Oh, am I boring you? -DOROTHY: No, no, no, no.

It's just uh, well, it's been a long day.

I think what I really need is a good night's sleep.

Oh, sleep you can get anytime.

The hours you spend here are precious, honey.

All your hours are precious, Maggie, anywhere.

See you tomorrow.

[RUMBLES]

What are you doing here so early?

As a matter of fact, what are you doing here at all?

I came to be with you.

I see.

Joe sent you to keep an eye on me, huh?

-Is that it? -I would have come

anyway, but...

all this scares me to death.

Okay. Well, we'll get you outta here in a minute.

I just have a little more to do.

[RUMBLES]

Would you hold that for me? Thank you.

[GRUNTS]

Guess you don't think very much of me, do you?

I'm not an expert on women, Terri.

Come on.

I'm not an expert on anything.

Especially men.

Well then, I guess we've got something

in common after all.

Yeah, I guess we have.

I've got a chill.

I wish...

What?

I wish I was smarter.

I never was very.

I always took what came along.

I wish...

ROBERT: Well, well, well. [CHUCKLES]

Very touching, indeed.

But Joe's a very careful man.

He wants both of you back at the cabin

'til the boat comes.

HAL: And then what? We all live happily ever after?

Why not?

Well, you said it, Robert. Joseph's a very careful man.

Take you, for instance.

You'd make a wonderful witness for the prosecution.

After the law catches up with him.

Nice try, Doc.

But all Joe really wants is a little freedom...

and all of South America to spend that money in.

Right, Terri?

I don't know what Joey wants anymore.

[RUMBLES]

You don't have to go back, Terri.

I'll take you back to Fantasy Island.

My, my. Cold man of science

showing symptoms of human kindness.

Well, I don't need kindness.

We all need kindness, Terri.

Even men of the cloth who have gone sour on life.

I don't need a sermon, Doc.

Especially from you!

No. But we do need men like you, Robert.

Somebody to keep things together

for the rest of us.

[CAVELOR RUMBLING]

He's going to kill you, Robert.

It's simple economics.

When that boat arrives, he doesn't need you anymore.

And the gold he promised you, he's going to keep for himself.

-You're a fool, Doc. -[RUMBLES]

[TERRI SCREAMS]

[HAL GROANS]

[HAL SCREAMS]

TERRI: Help him! He's hurt!

[TERRI GASPS]

Oh.

HAL: You better go.

You two can make it faster alone.

If I weren't a religious man, I'd tell you where to go.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

[BUZZES]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[BUZZES]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[ELECTRONIC WHIRRING, BEEPING]

-[CLICKS] -[PIANO PLAYING]

-[CLICKS] -[MUSIC STOPS]

[CLICKS]

[CLICKS]

[CLICKS]

[CLICKS]

[GASPS]

[RUMBLES]

The harmonic tremors are coming in swarms now.

What the hell does that mean?

It means that our mountain is about to blow wide open, Joey.

I'd say, from now on, any minute.

-All I need is one more hour. -You're not going to make it.

Let me take them back in the truck, Joe.

You can keep the radio and be long gone

before we even get close to civilization.

I like you better without your religion.

You know that?

Yeah. How 'bout it, Joe?

I don't care about the money anymore.

It's not gonna get me what I want.

Maybe that's what's wrong with you.

Forget it.

-Please, Joey. -Shut up!

I'm sorry.

Live and learn.

It seems to be the name of the game

for both of us today.

Yeah.

I wish I'd met you before, you know?

Don't tell me Doc is gonna bankroll

a show for you, too.

No.

But you really weren't going to either.

I know that.

You know you're a nice pair, you and Doc.

He's a bright boy, and all of a sudden

you're getting to be a bright girl.

Why don't you give us a little sample

of what the world is gonna be missing.

-Come on. -Leave her alone.

Stay out of it, Reverend.

I said dance.

Please, Joe, don't.

-[GUN COCKS] -Dance.

There isn't any music.

You don't need any.

[WHIMPERS]

[HUMMING]

[SOBS, GRUNTS]

That's not too great, baby.

[WHIMPERS]

Right, Doc?

How 'bout it, Reverend?

It's unanimous.

-Now we wait. -[TERRI CRYING]

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[GASPS]

Help me.

Whoever you are, will you help me?

[SIGHS]

Look, my name is Gilberto DeVincenzo.

I'm a prisoner here.

Now please help me with these straps.

[EXHALES]

Two of you? I don't...

I don't understand.

I'll try and explain.

Jagger looks for attractive independent bachelors

all over the world.

He lures them here on some pretext and then he--

he duplicates them, he clones them.

-Clones them? -Yes. He's a brilliant man.

He's a rogue scientist. He's mad.

The only reason I'm still alive is because I've refused to sign

everything I have over to him.

It's only a matter of time. [GRUNTS]

You mean the original is always murdered?

But what else? Up front, he gets everything we have.

And after he gets some wealthy woman

hooked by one of those mechanical men.

The robot's programmed to transfer everything

-she has over to him, too. -Oh, thank you.

-[SIGHS] -I'm sorry.

I mean, for you.

The duplicate of me, it isn't really me.

You understand?

I thought clones were an exact duplication.

Oh, they are. Exact in every way.

But only a duplication, not the original.

Oh.

Not the original.

-Would you kiss me? -What?

Oh.

Well? Did I do it as well as my clone?

[CHUCKLES] Perhaps not as mechanically perfect,

but I think we could work on it.

Well, let's get the hell outta here.

Oh, they have armed guards. I saw them.

This is the computer room where the controls are.

-Yes, I know. -We're gonna have to wait

until after dark to leave anyway.

I was thinking we can't just walk away.

I mean, all those men

who were cloned and then killed...

Where the hell could she be?

All I know is, the night maid reported

that Mrs. Nicholson is not in her room.

-Did you check Gilberto's room? -Not there.

She's a newspaper woman.

Maybe she's more interested in the public's right to know

than she is in her own sex life.

These look like the transmission lines.

-[GASPS] -BORIS: May I offer you a drink?

-Look. -BORIS: May I offer you--

May I offer you--

[GLASS SHATTERING]

-DOROTHY: How awful. -GILBERTO: I know...

-[SCREAMS] -...but it's the only way.

[GASPS]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[GRUNTS]

[SCREAMS, GRUNTS]

[GROANS]

-[GILBERTO GROANS] -[ELECTRIC BUZZING]

Dorothy, pull the plug!

[GROANS]

[ELECTRIC BUZZING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

They're heading for the boat landing.

-[GRUNTS, PANTS] -Oh, are you hurt?

I think my ego's bruised.

We'll take care of that later.

Oh, it's Mr. Roarke.

Dorothy, you run, I'll stop Jagger.

-It's the only chance. -Gilbert, they'll kill you.

I was a dead man, anyway. Good luck, honey.

[EXHALES]

[RUMBLES]

All right. It's time to get moving.

The boat'll be here in 30 minutes.

Load the truck, Reverend.

And you, you help your boyfriend outside with the truck.

-Why bother? -Because I'm a detail man.

I don't like to leave loose ends.

Now get going.

[RUMBLES]

[CAVELOR RUMBLING]

[BELL TOLLING]

-Robert, it works. -ROBERT: Yes.

It blew up right on the button. The equipment works. it works!

Congratulations, I guess.

Look!

Hurry.

[GROANS]

Joe, come back here! Come back here, you fool!

I'll get him.

Joe. Joe. Joe! Come here!

Wait a minute! Go on, go on!

But I'm not leaving without my gold

or my money, do you hear me?

Now, you go or I'll shoot you where you stand.

Now get outta here!

Joe, it's too late for that!

TERRI: Hurry!

-[TERRI SCREAMS] -ROBERT: We gotta hurry!

Come on, come on! Give me your hand!

[HAL GROANS]

[RUMBLES]

[RUMBLES]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[RUMBLES]

[HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING]

I am sorry your fantasy

was not all you had hoped, Mrs. Nicholson.

Perhaps I did find the perfect husband.

But I'll never know, will I?

Will she, boss?

I believe Mrs. Nicholson now knows this.

That though, uh, perfection

may not be within human possibility...

love and self-sacrifice are.

And that, after all, are even more important qualities.

I've thought of nothing else

since you took me off the island.

However, don't despair, Mrs. Nicholson.

I am not without certain resources, you know.

TATTOO: Mrs. Nicholson, that's him!

That's Gilbert.

Oh, Mr. Roarke.

If there's anyone on this earth who's perfect, it's you.

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

Well, Doctor, I sent your paper on determining natural eruptions

to every scientific capital in the world.

I hope it will save many lives in the future.

I hope so.

In the meantime,

Terri and I are going to do

some personal research of our own.

On personal relationships.

We are delighted.

What about you, Mr. Luria?

I'm returning to my ministry, Mr. Roarke.

Hopefully a wiser man,

thanks to Hal...

and to you.

I am delighted.

-Good-bye. -Thank you very much.

-Good-bye. -Bye, Tattoo.

-Good-bye. -Bye, Tattoo.

Good-bye, Mr. Luria.

-Good-bye. -Good-bye.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪♪♪]