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[♪♪♪♪♪]

[BELL TOLLING]

The plane! The plane!

"While his father, The Prince..."

[PLANE ENGINE ROARING]

-Bye-bye. -ALL: Bye.

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

JULIE: Mr. Roarke, wait for me!

[CAR ENGINE ROARING]

-[WIND BLOWING] -[SEAGULLS CAWING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Roarke!

Are you there?

Yes, Captain!

You have permission to come ashore!

Seven more years have passed, Roarke.

Again I bid welcome to Captain Heinrich Van Hortman,

wanderer of the seven seas. The legendary Flying Dutchman.

-What can I do for you, Captain? -Give me a fantasy, Roarke.

A fantasy of my own.

One that will free me of my curse

of endless wandering.

Only love can lift your curse, Captain.

Is it then your fantasy to find love?

Yes. For God's sake, help me, man!

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

Smile. Smile. Smiles, everyone!

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Ms. Laura Myles from Terre Haute, Indiana.

Test your powers of deduction, Julie.

What can you tell me about her?

Hmm.

-She's successful. -Very.

A self-made president of her own company.

JULIE: Very sharp, stylish.

I'd guess...

-The clothing business. -Excellent, Julie, excellent.

She's a designer with her own line of leisurewear.

I bet her fantasy is to find love.

It is her fantasy to meet a different type of man,

old-fashioned and self-reliant...

yet with dash and flair.

Do you have the kind of man she wants, Mr. Roarke?

Oh, indeed I do, Julie.

Unfortunately, he is one whose fantasy is also

to find love for his special need,

which may require Ms. Myles to be willing

to make an ultimate commitment...

and sacrifice.

Mr. Ronald Price and his wife Elaine from Humboldt, Nebraska.

Mr. Price, who is a youth welfare worker by profession,

is working to fulfill his dream

of creating a wonderful, free home for orphans.

Oh, well, that's an easy one to guess.

His fantasy is to have you help him.

Close, but it's actually Mrs. Price's fantasy

that her husband be granted whatever it takes

for him to accomplish his unselfish goal.

However,

-there is one complication. -A tough one, Mr. Roarke?

Very tough indeed.

You see, Mr. Price suffers from a lack of self-confidence.

His last chance to raise the necessary funds

are to convince

Mr. J.D. Stoneman to finance the entire project.

You mean the J.D. Stoneman you told me about?

-Yes. -Well, from what you told me,

he's the world's original skinflint tightwad.

-Yes. -Lots of luck.

Yes, we will need luck...

and some very...

very special assistance.

My dear guests...

I am Mr. Roarke, your host. Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

JULIE: Is he really the Flying Dutchman?

Oh, yes, Julie.

He is and was Captain Van Hortman

of the Royal Holland Navy.

What was his crime?

Frustrated by headwinds in his pursuit

of the Spanish fleet around Cape Horn...

he defied the heavens and God himself...

for denying the victory he felt belonged to him.

For this blasphemy, he was condemned

to endlessly repeat that voyage

and to always fail in his attempt

to sail around Cape Horn against the stormy seas.

I can be released, can't I, Mr. Roarke?

Yes.

Once each seven years, the Captain is allowed

to leave his ship for two short days

to search for a woman's love...

a supreme love which will cancel out his debt

and set him free.

Oh, finally.

To sail around that cursed cape and find peace at last.

I think many women could fall in love with you, Captain.

What?

Totally?

Sacrificially? To the death?

In 300 years, I haven't found her.

But I will.

This time I will, won't I, Roarke?

We shall see, Captain.

-We shall see. -[♪♪♪♪♪]

Mr. Roarke, wait, please.

Why can't I go with you?

I am sorry, Julie, but as I explained,

the assistant I need to help Mrs. Price realize her fantasy

is very special and requires...

a great delicacy of approach.

Why do I get the feeling you're holding out on me?

I have no idea.

Good luck.

Thank you. Uh,

you are not thinking of following me, of course.

-Who, me? -Yes.

-Good. -[♪♪♪♪♪]

As long as you are here...

you may as well satisfy your female curiosity, Julie.

-I uncrossed my heart. -So I see.

Now, please, complete silence.

[RINGING]

Hello, Roarke.

It's been a long, long time, hasn't it?

Much too long.

Oh, you have never met my assistant, uh, Julie.

Julie.

May I present Miss Harbinger, who has come to provide

the special assistance I mentioned.

Hello, Julie.

Mr. Roarke, she's...

she's like an angel.

So, you see, Mrs. Price, uh, Miss Harbinger's

long background of outstanding accomplishment

in, um, sales work of the highest order

will be an invaluable aid in preparing your husband

for his interview with Mr. Stoneman.

I am sure you must know what you're doing, Mr. Roarke.

And Miss Harbinger is more than...

charming.

But is charm all it's going to take?

This fantasy took our last dollar,

and this is Ron's very last chance.

Any goal of value

takes more than mere charm, Mrs. Price.

It will take great confidence and assurance in himself

on the part of your husband.

And that is precisely where Miss Harbinger can be

of the greatest assistance to him.

I'm delighted that I can help.

Oh, uh...

By the way, where is your husband?

Mr. Stoneman wouldn't talk to him on the telephone,

so Ron's sending him a telegram asking for an appointment.

Oh, I see.

-Do you think he'll get it? -Oh, I'm certain he will.

In the end, Mr. Stoneman always accepts an appointment.

Saying no in person is his only source of amusement,

-so I'm told. -Oh.

Honey.

Here's a copy of the telegram I just wrote.

He can't refuse it. It's full of civility and...

-Mr. Price? -Oh, hi, Mr. Roarke.

Excuse me, uh, may I present your new assistant...

Miss Harbinger.

I'm so looking forward to working with you, Mr. Price.

Me, too.

I-- I mean, thank you.

Yes, well, I suggest the three of you consult immediately

on the most appropriate strategy of presenting your proposal.

Uh, perhaps a study

of Mr. Stoneman's psychological profile,

which I can produce...

will be helpful.

Ron, don't you think

Mr. Roarke's suggestion is a good one?

What? Oh, no.

No, let's stand here. Later.

MS. MYLES: Well, I hope you don't think

I'm pushing things, but, uh, the...

gentleman of my fantasy,

when will I meet him, Mr. Roarke?

Soon, Ms. Myles. Soon.

Will I like him?

I don't mean to sound cynical, but...

Well, I'm used to high hopes and low turnoffs.

Oh, you could write a whole opera about this man.

What?

What Julie means is...

As you wished,

the Captain will be very different

from the type of man to whom you're accustomed.

Captain? Is he in the navy?

[GIGGLING] Oh, you could say that.

Please, Mr. Roarke.

You wouldn't stick me with some sailor on shore leave.

That's not what I'm accustomed to in men.

It's not what I want, either.

Now come on, what does he do for a living?

I can tell you no more about him at this time.

Any mystery about himself...

I'll leave it to him to tell you, if he chooses.

Ms. Laura Myles, may I present Captain Heinrich Van Hortman.

Captain.

My great pleasure, madam.

Laura, please.

Well, forgive me. My etiquette may be a little rusty.

I don't have much opportunity to meet and talk to...

beautiful ladies.

You're doing just fine.

Oh, uh, if you won't take offense, I...

I brought you a present.

Oh! It's beautiful.

Spanish, 17th century. I believe.

Oh, Captain, I really can't accept

this present from you.

It'd please me very much if you would.

Roarke, uh, perhaps, you'll put it on her, eh?

That should be your pleasure, Captain.

[CHUCKLES]

Well, you seem to be getting on well,

so, uh, if you'll excuse us.

Julie.

Nothing like a 100,000-dollar necklace

to get a girl's attention.

I bet she falls in love with him.

He must try to make that happen

before he can ask her to marry him.

Naturally.

Ah, but there is more to it than that, Julie.

Marriage would free him of his curse

and let him finally find peace,

but only if she would be willing

to die for him before the wedding.

Die? Well, Mr. Roarke, shouldn't we warn her?

ROARKE: The captain's a tortured man.

He must soon tell her the truth.

Always before, that confession has cost him

the love he so desperately needs.

Come, Julie.

If I could only make this Stoneman see with my eyes,

see the faces of those kids.

But to tell you the truth, I'm so afraid of failure

that I'm-- I'm scared to death of him.

He can't be that bad.

Oh, yeah? Have you read this profile Mr. Roarke gave us?

This guy's a Scrooge, Fagin, Shylock

rolled up all into one sour, old lemon.

Honey, I've seen you squeeze the juice

out of old lemons before.

Elaine's right.

All you have to do is concentrate

on all the wonderful things that money can do.

Think of what you can accomplish,

and then, without fear or doubt, make it happen.

-Believe I can do it? -Yes.

Think of yourself as perfect.

Perfect.

You must make the ultimate effort.

That's very important.

I'm-- I'm trying.

I'm trying.

Ron, I don't think the self-hypnosis approach

is a good idea.

Wait. Wait, I-- I can feel it.

I can feel it.

Yes.

Yes. I can do it!

I can do it. I can do it. Oh, I know I can.

Miss Harbinger, thank you.

Your idea was perfect.

Wasn't it, Elaine?

Oh, yeah.

-Perfect. -[TELEPHONE RINGING]

Hello?

Oh, yes.

Oh, uh, yes. Thank you, yes. I'll tell him. Thank you.

Ron, that was, uh, Mr. Stoneman's secretary.

He wants to see you tonight at eight o' clock.

-It's all coming together. -Uh-huh.

Oh, thank you, Miss Harbinger. Thank you! Thank you!

You're fantastic.

[SIGHS] I love the sea.

Since it seems to be your business,

-I guess you do, too. -[HORSE NEIGHS]

Sometimes.

Oh, you dream of a sea like this.

Calm, the water warm and caressing.

But as in life, there are other seas.

Less inviting.

Always dark.

Always cold and set against you.

The bitter wind forever in your face.

But we're here now.

[SIGHS]

So we are.

So we are.

What Mr. Roarke calls a picnic would be a meal

in a three-star restaurant anywhere else.

Oh, he does things well, this Mr. Roarke.

-Wine? -Thank you.

Tell me about yourself.

No, I'd rather hear about you.

You know, you're very beautiful.

I'm surprised there's not some...

some special man in your life.

You mean why did I have to come here

and have Mr. Roarke arrange our meeting?

Something like that.

Oh, there have been men, just not the ones I wanted.

I was married once. He was a nice kid.

We were both building a business,

and it got in the way.

Do you really want to hear this?

Yes.

Well, there were a few others.

More because I felt I should than because I really wanted to.

There's only one on the edge now.

Bill Baines.

Another nice guy.

Stockbroker, jogs a lot, good at what he does.

Feels a bit too proprietary about me but,

he's usually fun to be around.

But you're not in love with him.

He's in love with me.

I know that shouldn't make any difference, but...

it does a little.

Well, that's it.

Now I want to hear about you.

This is the only thing I want to say.

Mr. Stoneman will see you now.

Oh, thank you.

Uh, this way, please.

[STEAM HISSING]

You like tropical plants?

Oh. Oh, yes, Sir. I love-- I love 'em.

Well, I hate 'em myself,

but it's the only thing that'll grow in here.

I have a rare blood condition. I have to keep things hot.

Still I'm freezing all the time.

It's a damn nuisance.

[STEAM HISSING]

You'd be amazed, Mr. Price,

how similar plant life is to human life.

Same law of the jungle.

Creepers, suckers, strange blooms in dark corners.

It's disgusting.

I froze for 20 years

making my money in the Alaskan oil fields,

and look at me now.

Oh, to hell with it. What do you want my money for?

Well, Sir, it's not for myself.

I'd like to say that right out in front.

Well, that only convinces me you're a damn fool.

What do you want my money for?

It's for a bunch of kids.

Homeless, kicked-around kids

that have no one to fight for 'em.

One-O-One, I thought it was a little chilly.

I'm a youth welfare worker.

I could buy a piece of farmland, good land.

It'll produce.

I could build houses, barns, barracks, everything.

And the kids will help make it into a paying operation.

The answer is no, Mr. Price.

I could give you some background,

tell you about the kids.

Uh, I've got the facts, the figures.

Oh, I've heard the facts and figures over and over again.

Four or five times a year. Same facts, same figures.

My answer's always the same, too.

No! No! No!

Please be sure you shut the door.

[STEAM HISSING]

This way, Sir.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Hi, Julie.

Good evening, Captain, Ms. Myles.

Can I get you anything?

At this moment, I think I have everything I want.

[CAPTAIN LAUGHS]

Mr. Roarke.

My name is Baines, Bill Baines.

I'm looking for Laura Myles.

Her office told me she'd come to Fantasy Island.

Oh, yes. Yeah, Mr. Baines.

She's, uh, seated right over there.

-Have a nice evening. -Thank you.

Hello, Laura.

-Bill. -I want to talk to you.

Captain Hortman,

this is my, uh, friend, Bill Baines.

My pleasure.

I want to talk to you now.

-Would you like to be alone? -No.

Yes, we do want to be alone.

Let her go.

It's all right. I can handle it.

Stay out of this, fella.

You're just a weekend romance, but I care about her.

We have something personal to settle.

[PEOPLE GASP]

ROARKE: Captain!

That's enough.

What is the matter with you?

I told you I could handle it.

I'm sorry, I couldn't.

Let him go, Ms. Myles.

Mr. Roarke, why would he do that?

Certainly not because he loves me.

Only he can answer that, Ms. Myles.

[GROANS]

I'm sorry if I hurt him.

It wasn't necessary.

Do you love me?

Laura...

Look into my eyes.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[WIND BLOWING]

-Is that what you want from me? -No.

Look deeper.

That's what I want for us.

Will you marry me?

Yes.

CAPTAIN: She loves me, Roarke.

She told me so last night.

-She said she'll marry me. -I see.

Have you told her who you are?

Not yet.

I'm sorry, but you know that is required.

Well, I will, I will. But, Roarke, think of it.

To be free, to be at peace, it's almost in my grasp.

You say she loves you.

Do you love her? That, too, is required.

Yes, by heaven, I do, totally and completely.

Then, you must ask her if she is willing

to give up her life for the sake of your love.

No, Roarke, not again. You've got to help me, please.

You know I can't.

I don't know why these conditions exist for you,

but they do.

They cannot be altered.

Then I need time. I need some time to think it out.

You don't have that, either.

The man you hurt is in the hospital.

The island police are looking for you right now.

Well, then, it's useless.

No hope.

I'm doomed for all eternity.

When do I have to leave?

Before the day is over.

I will send Ms. Myles to you.

I don't need any more hurt, Roarke.

You made her love you,

and she therefore has the right to know.

I was so sure when I went to see Mr. Stoneman.

I knew I could sell him.

But then in that greenhouse,

somehow everything just seemed to melt away,

-including me. -But you tried, Ron.

That was an absolutely necessary step,

and you did your very best.

It wasn't enough.

I let the kids down. I let Elaine and myself down.

But most of all, I let you down.

No, Ron. I'm proud of you.

You conquered your fear and you tried.

You know, it's strange...

but whenever I'm with you,

I feel like I could take on the whole world and win.

That's very flattering, but you don't need me.

-All you need is to-- -I know.

Think of myself as perfect.

When you're the one that's really perfect.

Almost, but not quite.

[KNOCKING]

Captain?

Yes, I'm here.

Just listen to me.

Later on you can ask Mr. Roarke.

He'll tell you that it's all true.

This uniform is me. It's what I am.

My name is Heinrich Van Hortman. I was born in 1643.

I have always been known as the Flying Dutchman.

Many years ago, I was condemned to a great task...

and the only way I could be set free...

to be at peace...

would be for a woman to love me.

A woman willing to give up her life to marry me.

Are you asking me to do that, to give up my life?

No, no, my darling, I love you.

Even if you agreed, I could not do that.

Give me time to think.

It's time.

Always cursed time!

Either an eternity of it

or the last few minutes slipping through your fingers.

Mr. Roarke said there is no time left for me, for us.

And he was right.

Goodbye, my love.

Goodbye.

All your Miss Harbinger did was give Ron a stupid pep talk

about how perfect he was,

and he went flying off on a pink cloud and blew it.

He blew his big chance, Mr. Roarke.

Oh, now come, Mrs. Price.

I'm sure things are not as dark as you paint them.

Dark? They're black.

Mr. Stoneman wouldn't even listen to him.

Hmm.

Have you consulted Miss Harbinger?

Ron is doing that.

He barely spoke to me and ran off for her to comfort him

as fast as his legs could carry him.

Correct me if I am wrong, but, uh,

do I detect just a little trace of jealousy, Mrs. Price?

-Of her? -Yes.

Why-- why should I be jealous

of somebody absolutely stunningly gorgeous

who has my husband crawling around

on his hands and knees after her

as if she was some kind of...

angel?

I assure you everything will work out.

-Yeah? -Yes.

But for-- for who?

This fantasy isn't at all the way I thought it would be.

The only thing fantastic so far is her.

Oh, look, Mr. Roarke, I know how I must sound...

but all I care about is my husband

and his dream for those kids.

Well, I... I've seen things you wouldn't believe.

I've gone into places that would tear your heart out.

He cares, Mr. Roarke...

and he deserves help from somebody.

You can give him that help, Mrs. Price,

just as well as she can.

-Me? -Yes, you can.

Go to him now.

Tell him you love him.

Tell him to try again.

I will. [SNIFFLES]

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

-Oh. Thank you. -Yes.

-[CLEARS THROAT] -Uh, we were just talking.

You'll get your money and your farm.

Just wait and see.

I hope she knows something that we don't.

I know something.

I love you, Ron Price.

And we're not giving up.

I want you to make another appointment

with Mr. Stoneman.

Mr. Stoneman doesn't want to talk to me.

Oh, come on, honey.

We're gonna send him another telegram,

and we're gonna make another appointment.

I've got an idea.

He'll be all right.

-Hi. -Hello.

Your friend is strong as a bull.

Laura...

I always thought we could make it together.

I felt I was right for you.

I guess that's what makes horse races.

Differences of opinion, I mean.

We could have had a good life.

Not very exciting maybe, but it's what I wanted.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

If you really think that guy's right for you...

that's good enough for me.

Thanks, Bill.

Where's the captain?

Mr. Roarke is saying goodbye to him at the lagoon.

Ms. Myles, I think it's too late.

I've got to see him.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

This is disgusting.

Miss Harbinger, Sir.

This is a great imposition, young lady.

I told my manservant to make no appointments.

I said that I wanted to be--

What did you say your name was?

Miss Harbinger.

You somehow seem familiar.

Have you ever been to Alaska?

Oh, yes. Many times.

That must be it, then.

Brewster! Brewster!

Brewster, bring something for this young lady

to sit upon, and bring her a nice drink,

and turn that damn...

I'm sorry. ...thermostat down.

[CHUCKLES]

Thank you, but I'm very comfortable.

As a matter of fact, I'm quite impervious to heat.

Brewster, did you hear that?

My God, so am I. [CHUCKLES]

And now, then,

how much money did you want, Miss Harbinger?

Strange you should mention money.

But I knew you were a generous, kind, and loving man

the instant I saw you here among your marvelous plants.

You're a very discerning young woman.

And very beautiful, too. Very beautiful.

I have a friend.

He has such wonderful plans

to provide a country home for orphans.

Well, splendid. That's all I need to hear.

-I like it! -[CHUCKLES] I knew you would.

It would require...

at least two million dollars.

Make it three, for contingencies.

Uh, what is your young friend's name?

-Ronald Price. -Oh, I know him!

A splendid young man, splendid.

You just send him to me, and we'll draw up the papers.

All the happiness you will give will return to you five score.

Thank you, Mr. Stoneman.

Goodbye, my friend. I'll not come this way again.

-Goodbye, Captain. -Wait!

Oh, I'm going with you!

No. I'll not let you sacrifice your life for me!

But don't you see?

Without you, I will have no life.

Roarke, I don't want her to die.

Talk some sense to her, please.

Perhaps it is time I spoke sense to both of you.

There is no need for her to die.

But the curse stipulates she has to die

in order to share my love.

I beg to differ with you, Captain.

The curse stipulates

that a woman must be willing to die

as a measure of her love.

Well, don't you see? "Willing to" are the key words.

And I am totally willing.

She doesn't have to die?

And I've sailed the endless storm-tossed seas for 300 years...

-searching for you. -Yes, my darling.

And now I am here forever.

Once again, goodbye, old friend.

Now there'll be no need for me to come this way again,

-will there? -No.

No. Goodbye, Captain, Ms. Myles.

Thanks, Mr. Roarke, Julie.

Bon voyage.

What happens now?

The Flying Dutchman will now round Cape Horn at long last.

Will they be happy, Mr. Roarke?

Oh, yes, Julie.

They both shared the fantasy to find love.

Now that they have...

they will live happily ever after.

ELAINE: Now... Now, don't forget what we discussed.

Don't give him a chance to say no.

-Right. -Right.

Hit him fast and hard with our idea up front.

I'm not afraid. I have no doubts.

-Right. -No doubts.

Just listen to me, Sir.

I want to show you these plans for the children's farm.

The J.D. Stoneman's Children's Farm.

That's right, Sir.

Named after you, its benefactor.

A ranch where hundreds

of neglected boys and girls could...

I can hear, young man. I can hear you.

It's a marvelous idea! Marvelous!

We'll make it five million dollars!

Damn... Excuse me.

...inflation is robbing us all, you know!

It seems as if there was someone I wanted you to meet.

Brewster, Brewster, will you turn down that thermostat!

Do you want to suffocate these people?

My God, it's hot in here!

I'm hot.

I'm burning up.

I'm cured! I'm cured!

You should have seen him, Mr. Roarke.

It was miraculous the way Ron overwhelmed Mr. Stoneman.

I couldn't believe it myself.

But I couldn't have done it without Elaine's support,

pep talks, and most of all, her love.

[BELL RINGING]

Yes, uh, love is the most important

ingredient of all, isn't it?

I think Elaine's idea of calling it

the J.D. Stoneman's Children's Farm is what really did it.

-Aw, honey. -[BELL RINGING]

Uh, more champagne here. Will you excuse me?

Of course, Mr. Roarke.

I was afraid you had already gone on to other work.

And not say goodbye to you? Oh, no, Roarke.

You have performed well,

as always.

They have already forgotten you.

Sometimes I wish I could stay just for a little while.

It would be so nice to walk with you...

talk like we used to...

once upon a time,

when the world was very young

and we were young with it.

Adieu, Roarke.

Adieu.

[CLINKS]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Mr. and Mrs. Price, I understand the plans

for your children's farm are all completed.

Yes. Mr. Stoneman already made the deal on the land.

Isn't that wonderful?

Wonderful? It's unbelievable.

Ever since J.D. came out of that green steam room of his,

he's been a dynamo.

How can we ever thank you, Mr. Roarke?

By you and your husband

continuing in your good work, Mrs. Price.

By bringing happiness, as I know you will,

to all those children.

[BELL RINGING]

Hey, I... I thought I heard a bell ringing.

-That's odd. So did I. -I didn't hear anything.

-Thanks again, Mr. Roarke. -You're welcome, Mrs. Price.

-Thank you. -Mr. Price, goodbye.

We really did hear a bell, didn't we?

Possibly, Julie. Possibly a very special bell.

Or it could have been merely the echo

of an old and distant memory.

On the other hand, perhaps, you heard only the bell

around the neck of your friend over there.

[BELL RINGING]

Pricilla. So it was you all the time.

Perhaps, Julie.

Perhaps.

[♪♪♪♪♪]