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[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[BELL TOLLING]

The plane! The plane!

After all this bother, the princess...

-Bye-bye. -CHILDREN: Bye.

[GIRLS GIGGLING]

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

Good morning, Mr. Roarke.

Good morning, Julie.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

[BAND PLAYS]

Boss, you didn't tell me that a magazine

was doing a spread on us.

None is, Tattoo.

That is Mr. Don Winters,

a very sensitive freelance photographer

who has wanted to do nothing more

than snap photos since he was a child.

JULIE: He'll find a lot to shoot around here.

ROARKE: Unfortunately, Mr. Winters is

the worst photographer imaginable, Julie,

and his fantasy is to take pictures

that no photographer has ever achieved.

JULIE: I bet you have some really great pictures

lined up for him, Mr. Roarke.

Indeed I do, Julie,

including a spectacular-type photo

that no man has ever before taken,

or will ever take again.

TATTOO: Boss, she looks like a dancer.

ROARKE: She is, indeed, Tattoo.

But dancing is only her hobby.

By profession, Miss Martha Harris

is a hairdresser from Nederland, Texas.

What's her fantasy, to be Dolly Parton's wigmaker?

I wish it were that simple, Julie.

You see, Miss Harris is the great-granddaughter

of the World War I spy Mata Hari.

I know that name.

She was an important femme fatale.

ROARKE: Indeed. Mata Hari was possibly

the most famous woman agent in history.

Miss Harris is determined to put to rest

the many scandalous stories about her great-grandmother's

espionage activities and love affairs.

Her fantasy, in short, is to find out

what Mata Hari was really like.

TATTOO: That could be very dangerous.

ROARKE: How right you are, Tattoo,

especially when you consider what happened to Mata Hari.

What did happen?

She was executed as an enemy agent.

JULIE: That man looks like he lost his last friend.

Who is it, Mr. Roarke?

ROARKE: Mr. William Lowell, a geologist

from the University of Northern Arizona.

He is here to solve a mystery

that haunts his every waking moment.

Mystery, like Sherlock Holmes?

Oh, no. Nothing like that, no.

No, his fantasy is to find a young woman

known only as Valerie,

whom he met and with whom he fell in love.

A young woman who for two short days returned that love,

and then inexplicably vanished,

as from the face of the Earth.

That's sad. Will he find her again?

He will find the truth, Tattoo.

That is all I can promise him.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

This trail, Mr. Lowell,

leads to a secret subterranean cavern,

which connects Fantasy Island

to the island called De Kahuna,

where you said you met your Valerie.

Two months ago. Seems like a lifetime.

How did you meet?

Oh, Mr. Lowell was there

on an oil surveying expedition, I believe?

Turned out to be a waste of time.

A conglomerate had already bought the oil rights.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Anyway, there's only one town on the island,

and Valerie and I just bumped into each other

on the street one day, literally.

And it was love at first sight?

As corny as it sounds, yes.

We, uh... We talked and walked around.

Everything just seemed to kind of fall into place for us.

Yet, you mentioned

that something was bothering her.

I should've realized it then.

She was anxious.

There was an underlying current of strain.

But she never talked about herself. Nothing.

I was blind to everything about her,

except how beautiful she was and how I felt about her.

We had almost two days together.

One moment she was here, and then she was gone.

No good-bye, nothing. Just vanished.

Vanished.

[SIGHS]

That's why I've sought your help, Mr. Roarke.

Julie.

This, Mr. Lowell, is a mirror.

Oh, a very unique mirror.

Used properly, it will aid you in your search for Valerie.

Mr. Roarke, I'm a scientist. Please, I...

Trust me.

Trust me.

I want you to return to the place, the exact spot,

where you last saw your Valerie.

Study the mirror

and concentrate on that final meeting.

Blank all else from your mind,

while holding fast to your love.

To your hope.

Thanks, Mr. Roarke. I'll give it my best shot.

One final word of warning, Mr. Lowell.

That subterranean cavern is

-completely filled with water. -What?

Well, except at very low tide,

which, at this time of year, occurs once daily

but only for a few short minutes.

It would be lethal to attempt passage at any other time.

Is it safe?

Oh, yes, but I would hurry if I were you, Mr. Lowell.

If you should get trapped down there,

you will drown.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Mr. Roarke! Mr. Roarke!

Ah, Mr. Winters. We were looking for you.

Yeah, I've been walking around all over the island.

It's a photographer's paradise,

but come on, who am I kidding?

I mean, asking you to turn me into

a Cartier-Bresson, a Stieglitz, an Avedon,

it's like asking you to turn a house painter

into a Rembrandt.

Everything is possible on Fantasy Island.

I don't think you'll say that when you see this.

That's not bad.

Mr. Winters, will you come this way, please?

Sometimes when we run into career difficulties,

it helps to return to basics.

For instance, this simple, inexpensive instrument

that develops its own film.

What? An instant camera for a professional photographer?

Mr. Roarke, I was hoping to take a picture

no one ever conceived.

Ah, I get it.

Can't give me my fantasy, huh?

On the contrary, Mr. Winters,

your fantasy has already begun.

Tattoo, will you see that Mr. Winters

gets off to a good start?

Remember, Mr. Winters, the camera doesn't lie.

In fact, it may tell you some things

that it would be better not to know.

I'll take that chance, Mr. Roarke.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

MARTHA: Mr. Roarke, I have read everything ever printed

about my great-grandmother.

About her many love affairs,

and how she extracted secret information from her lovers

and passed it on to the enemies.

But it's all full of contradictions

and exaggerations.

Some even say she was a double agent.

Oh, yes, yes, Miss Harris.

Mata Hari became a highly romanticized figure.

To some, a heroine and a martyr.

To others, a traitor.

Well, I don't know what to believe,

and that's why I'm here.

I've just got to know the truth.

Very well, Miss Harris.

But first, I must make you well aware

of the kind of world you will be entering.

A complex web of international intrigue,

the unrelenting tensions and dangers

with which a spy must live.

Especially in time of war.

That's right.

-Well, I know the risk. -Do you?

Yes, just so I know that you'll be there in case I need you.

When you need me,

I will help you, up to a point.

That's a promise.

That's good enough.

Well, in that case, Tattoo.

This way, Miss Harris.

Thank you, Tattoo.

The War to End All Wars.

The year is 1915

and this is France.

Beyond that door,

your fantasy awaits you.

[BAND PLAYING]

[LAUGHING AND CHATTERING]

Mr. Roarke?

My clothes.

What's happened to me?

Mademoiselle Hari!

Where have you been? I was worried about you.

About me?

Yes. Attention! Attention!

Mesdames, messieurs,

your close attention, s'il vous plait.

Here she is to dance for you once more,

the incomparable Mata Hari.

No, no, no.

You've made a mistake. I'm not Mata Hari.

[ALL CHEERING]

ROARKE: When you need me,

I will help you, up to a point.

That's a promise.

Oh, well.

-[MUSIC PLAYS] -[APPLAUSE]

[CHEERING]

That was fantastique!

Magnifique! Formidable!

That was a new routine, n'est-ce pas?

Well, new for me.

Your usual room has been prepared for you.

I will send champagne.

No. I will bring it personally.

You're very kind.

There is one more thing.

Be careful, very careful.

Come on, shoot.

I'm scared.

Don't worry, whatever you shoot will be beautiful.

[CAMERA BEEPS]

[CAMERA BEEPS]

It's a girl.

It's a nude girl!

I didn't see any naked girl.

I see one now.

Listen, you show me a naked girl in that water,

I'll show you one that isn't there.

[SCREAMS]

That's impossible.

You can't take a picture before it happens.

Can you?

There's something very, very wrong with this camera.

I think you can make a lot of money

with a camera broken that good.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Uh-huh. Yeah.

[BAND PLAYING]

Mata, cherie,

you are my only true love, and a heroine of France.

I am?

He's here.

That's him, across the room, waiting for you.

MARTHA: So he is.

I could arrest him now.

It would be for me a great coup.

Walter Lukas arrested by Captain Claude Dumarque

of French intelligence.

He's the most dangerous enemy agent in France.

He is?

Unfortunately, I know I could never make him talk,

even under interrogation.

So, ma chere, it's up to you.

You understand the importance of this assignment?

You'd better run that by me again, Claude.

Ah, oui.

One of our agents in Germany has warned us

that the enemy will launch an attack

somewhere at the front by dawn tomorrow.

However, we believe

that Lukas has received the new German code

with which Berlin will transmit the battle orders.

And you want me to get the code?

It will save thousands of Allied lives.

Now, you may be sure he will have hidden it well.

I will do my best to create a diversion

in order to help you get closer to the scoundrel.

Mata, you must persuade him

to tell you where he has that book.

Persuade?

-Yeah. -Mm.

Once again, you give your all for France.

Bonne chance, my only true love.

Thank you.

A great honor, Madame.

Thank you.

Mr. Roarke!

Am I glad to see you.

I couldn't imagine that this would be like this.

I just wanted to find out about my great-grandmother.

Now suddenly, I am Mata Hari!

I could get in serious trouble doing this.

-If you could just tell these-- -No, no, I'm sorry, Miss Harris,

what has been initiated here must run its course.

And it is imperative that you convince them

you are who they think you are,

or they will certainly denounce you as an impostor.

A traitor.

Monsieur Lukas is waiting.

That guy is a spy!

Mata!

Liebchen, you are my only love,

and a heroine of the Fatherland.

Walter... Walter...

My darling.

Walter!

Walter! Walter!

Mata, you drive me mad with passion.

Walter, please, we must talk.

Talk? Talk!

Ja. Of course.

About the new code.

Right. The code.

Well, do you have it?

Have what?

Liebchen, don't play games.

You promised to get the new French code

from Captain Dumarque.

Oh! That code! [CHUCKLES]

She knows how much I love her.

Still she betrays France.

The Allies are planning a big push

beginning at dawn tomorrow.

We must know on which section of the front

their attack will be launched.

Well, don't worry, Walter. Everything's under control.

Wunderbar! Wunderbar!

But I must have a copy of our new German code,

so that I can keep in touch with you at all times, Walter.

You shall have it

the moment you are across the lines.

Across the what?

It is all arranged, Liebchen.

We go tonight together to deliver your French codebook

to the chief of German intelligence!

There is no doubt you will be decorated.

The Kaiser's most valuable agent.

Mademoiselle Hari, you are there?

Oui.

We are ready for your next performance.

Wiedersehen, Liebchen.

Until tonight.

Tonight.

Fantastic.

[APPLAUSE]

To Mata Hari,

the most beautiful spy in the world,

and the most stupid.

He's back, Mr. Lacy. That Lowell guy's back.

Damned if he ain't.

What are we going to do about him?

Do, Jimmy?

Why would I want to do anything?

Well, he's messing around here again.

Don't make much difference, Jimmy.

Probably just making a sentimental journey.

[CHUCKLING]

But there's no way he can cause us any worry.

He came back way too late for that.

Yeah.

Yeah.

You're right, Mr. Lacy.

He came back way too late.

[CHUCKLES]

ROARKE: I want you to return to the place,

the exact spot,

where you last saw your Valerie.

Study the mirror

and concentrate on that final meeting.

It will aid you in your search for Valerie.

VALERIE: I love you.

Valerie?

[♪♪♪♪♪]

These are today's closing prices.

I know. I know.

[CAMERA BEEPS]

You don't seem to understand.

The market is closed for today.

Just a souvenir.

Will you feast your eyes on that?

Tomorrow's prices today.

Oats will be up five points.

Yeah, and look at pork bellies up 15.

And tomorrow's grain prices. Do you believe that, huh?

What are you going to do?

Buy like hell!

MAN ON RADIO: All units, be on the lookout for

escaped prisoner Vinnie Avalon,

5'8", 150 pounds, wearing blue denims,

armed and dangerous.

Now, tomorrow morning, I want you to put a buy

on all those at market, okay?

MAN: That's quite an order.

Yeah, but by tomorrow night, I'll be a millionaire.

And now, please have all those securities ready, hmm?

I want to touch them and caress them.

Boy, am I going to make a lot of money.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[INAUDIBLE]

[ALL CHEERING]

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

Everyone stay where you are!

Mademoiselle, you will come with me, please.

Why? What have I done, Claude?

Captain Dumarque, if you please.

Mademoiselle Mata Hari,

we have been given reason to believe

that you are collaborating with Walter Lukas,

a known German spy.

Get dressed.

Walter Lukas, we arrest you

for being an enemy agent.

[GRUNTS]

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

You French pig!

I saw you looking at my name on the archway.

I'm Adam Larrabe. What do you want?

I'm looking for someone, a girl.

Her name's Valerie.

Yeah.

I figured you was the one.

It took you longer to come here

than I figured, Mr. Lowell.

You know me? How?

From my daughter, Valerie.

Valerie's your daughter?

Well, then where is she, Mr. Larrabe?

She disappeared. Is she all right?

Nobody can hurt her.

Can you please take me to her?

Over there, boy.

It can't be! It...

What do you know of grief, boy?

You knew her two days.

She was my blood, my only child.

What happened?

She took a fever and she died.

No, it can't be just...

It can't be that simple.

Something else had to happen.

In town, she was afraid.

She was afraid of something or someone.

I don't know about in town, boy.

I know she came back here, and she took a fever and died.

And I buried her.

Go back to wherever you came from.

Leave my daughter and me in peace.

Please.

VALERIE: I love you.

Good-bye.

Good-bye, Valerie.

Valerie...

Valerie!

Valerie?

Valerie!

It was her.

[BAND PLAYS]

-One more time? -Uh-huh.

Hey, bartender, you're looking at a man

who has just taken the most fantastic pictures ever.

With that thing, huh?

Hey, this thing is my future.

Uh-uh. Not again.

Oh...

Hey, you're the nude girl in the pool, huh?

-Hey, listen-- -I'm sorry--

-And-- -Can I buy you--

-My name is-- -My name is--

Uh, I'm a photographer.

I'm from Ohio. Dorset.

I have a store there.

And that's about all there is to know about Don Winters.

Well, that sounds great.

Look, I'm a reporter for a newspaper,

and I come from Muncie, Indiana,

and my name's Ellen.

Hey, we're only about 20 miles apart.

Would you two like me to record this moment

for, uh, posterity?

Uh-huh.

Well?

Is it okay with you?

Well, sure. I have my clothes on this time.

Yeah. [CHUCKLES]

[CAMERA BEEPS]

There we go.

Can I see it?

-Uh, it's terrible. I don't... -Come on.

Let me explain.

So, what's to explain?

You've got a pornographic camera. That's just great.

You don't understand.

I mean, that's what's going to happen.

Oh, is it?

Good.

Hey, you know, I can make some things happen, too.

How about some rain?

She's in the hilltop bungalow.

Thanks.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[KNOCKING]

Hi, remember me?

We shared a martini?

I got the olive in my ear.

Well, put a glass on your head, and maybe no one will notice.

No, no, wait, wait.

Now, you may not realize it,

but any way I look at this situation, I'm in trouble.

If I tell you the picture's going to come true,

you'll slam the door.

If I tell you this is a magic camera,

you'll call the men in the white coats.

You're right. You lose. Bye.

It's a magic camera!

How'd you do it?

Would you believe me if I say, "You wouldn't believe me"?

First things first, Mr. Photographer.

I am not a pickup.

Hey, you know I know that.

Yeah, I know you know because I'm telling you so.

But I also know that that thing

took a picture of us that didn't happen.

-Not yet. -Oh, come on, now!

That thing took a picture of us,

and I want to know how it happened.

It's a magic camera.

Magic?

Right.

I must be losing my mind.

[SIGHS]

For some strange reason,

I really hope this isn't a trick.

It's a magic camera.

And what's happening between us

is a different kind of magic.

Good grief!

That bad, huh?

No.

Actually, you're starting to make some sense.

It's crazy, but...

whatever it is that's happening,

I'm really glad it's happening.

Really?

Well...

MARTHA: But, Claude, you said you loved me.

How could you believe I'm working for the Germans, too?

-Take off your clothes. -No!

You must be searched! Matron!

I surrender.

You might at least pretend to be a gentleman.

I will examine each garment, every stitch, personally!

Here.

What exactly are we looking for, Capitaine?

Evidence. That is my duty, and yours.

I know, sir. War is hell.

Shall I continue, Capitaine?

Certainly. We must get to the bottom of this.

Two codes?

French... And German!

Mata, you have betrayed me.

This proves you are a double agent!

Oh, Great-Grandmother,

couldn't you think of something better than that?

LARRABE: I know she came back here,

and she took a fever, and died.

And I buried her.

I don't know what else you are, old man,

but you're a liar.

Sheriff!

Remember me?

Lowell, isn't it? Yeah. You were looking for a girl.

You been in the swamp?

That's right, digging up her grave.

Do you know a guy who calls himself Adam Larrabe?

What about him? And what about this grave?

Well, Larrabe says he has a daughter

who caught a fever and died.

Yeah, I did hear that.

But the old man wasn't very friendly. He kept to himself,

not many townsfolk knew either of them.

You saying that daughter of his

is the girl you were looking for?

Yeah, if she is his daughter.

I don't know what kind of game he's playing,

but I know one thing for a fact.

Her grave is empty.

Now, that's interesting, Mr. Lowell.

I know something else, Sheriff,

the girl I know as Valerie,

she's out in the jungle hiding,

afraid and alone.

How do you know that?

'Cause I saw her today.

It was through the trees, just a glimpse,

but it was her.

Now, I'm going back out there,

but I wanted someone to know where I am,

just in case something happens to me.

Somebody who can help her, like you.

Let the law handle it, Mr. Lowell.

I'll find out what's going on.

No. I'm going out there.

You see, Sheriff,

I love her,

and I've got to find out what the truth is.

What was all that about?

She's alive, Mr. Lacy. That Larrabe girl's alive.

The old man made a fool of us.

Don't worry about it, Jimmy.

All it means is

we'll have to kill them.

Both.

DON: Ellen, I love you, and I want to marry you.

Me, too, Don.

Ellen, the camera's given me confidence I've never had.

And the pictures are good.

They're also of scenes that haven't happened yet

when I photograph them.

Out, Don. Out!

What's the matter?

I'm getting sick.

I've got a virus, I've got a headache,

and I refuse to be infatuated with a loony bird.

Ellen, I swear, I took a picture of

a stockbroker's commodity board,

I invested every dime I had.

When they pay off, I'll pick up a bundle.

Magic cameras, and you're rich?

-You're rich? -Yeah. Look, look.

You see this? This camera photographs tomorrow.

Get out of here, Don! I refuse to be in bed with a psycho!

Look, here, take a picture of me.

Come on, come on. Take a picture of me.

It could mean our whole life together.

[CAMERA BEEPS]

What is it? Let me see it.

It's me! I... I'm dead.

Woah.

Captain Dumarque?

-Yes. -A message for you, sir.

Walter Lukas wants to meet you in no man's land.

Who gave you this?

It was picked up by intelligence, sir.

A German telegraph signal.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Mr. Larrabe.

What are you doing here?

It's a portrait of me.

Valerie was working on it before she...

When that damnable fever took her.

I'll ask you again. What are you doing here?

You pointed out, Mr. Larrabe,

I only knew your daughter for two short days.

It wasn't enough.

I'd like to see where she lived,

her room, if you'd show me.

I'll show you.

Then you'll go.

And this time, don't come back.

Just the way she left it. I've touched nothing.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Where did you get that?

On a bush, Mr. Larrabe,

a bush that tore Valerie's skirt today in the jungle.

You see, I dug up her grave.

You had no right!

I had every right!

You see, I love her.

Now, damn it, I want to know what's going on here!

Have you told anybody about the grave?

Yeah, I told the Sheriff.

You fool!

You meddling fool!

No, Daddy, no!

No, please.

I'm so sorry, Bill.

Oh, Valerie.

-I love you. -[SIGHS]

WILLIAM: And I love you, too.

Mr. Roarke! Mr. Roarke!

Ah, Mr. Winters, how are you?

Mayday, Mr. Roarke, mayday.

You've got to get me off this island.

Leave? But why?

Tattoo told me that you have been

enjoying yourself immensely.

Yeah, I was. I mean, I did.

Look, this is crazy, Mr. Roarke.

This camera takes pictures before they happen.

Well, that was your fantasy, Mr. Winters.

Pictures that not even the greatest photographers

ever conceived.

Yeah, but not like this one.

ROARKE: I see. Yes.

Well, I must agree,

this is an unfortunate turn of events, isn't it?

Unfortunate? I'm dead. That's my body.

It happened here, on the island.

Call the police. Get me off this island.

Oh, I am so sorry, Mr. Winters.

But once a fantasy has begun,

it must be played out to its own inevitable conclusion.

This conclusion? My death? My funeral?

There is a saying, Mr. Winters.

A man becomes aware of his life's flow

and hears its winding murmur,

and he sees the meadows where it glides,

the sun, the breeze.

You are still alive, Mr. Winters.

And where there is life... Oh, by the way.

I just heard that you made a fortune in the stock market.

Everyone's talking about it. You must be elated.

Big deal!

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Charge!

LUKAS: Dumarque?

Is that Captain Dumarque?

Halt!

Monsieur Walter Lukas.

Time to dispense with that alias, Dumarque.

You know my true identity.

Dumarque, you know who I am.

Commander Walter Canaris.

Imperial German Navy.

Dumarque, is it true that you had Mata Hari arrested?

Or have I walked into a trap?

It is true, Commander.

She was tried by court-martial,

and sentenced to be shot.

[PLANE APPROACHING]

[MACHINE GUN FIRING]

It is all your fault, Dumarque.

You're the one who got her involved

in this spy business in the first place.

You took advantage of an innocent girl.

You are the one who corrupted her,

and got her to work for your side, made her a double agent.

[SCOFFS] I yield.

I might as well admit it.

Dumarque, I love that woman.

You?

What does a German know about love,

the grand passion, the adoration I feel for her?

Adoration? Adoration?

You had her arrested.

Why do you think I risked my life to come here?

I'm filled with remorse.

My duty is to my country,

but as long as she is taken out of action,

I will have done my duty.

Will you help?

We are enemies in war,

but allies in our devotion to this great lady.

[SIGHS]

Good.

I have an idea, but I will need your help.

Do you think you can persuade your artillery

to stop their barrage at the precise moment?

To be agreed upon by both of us, of course.

WILLIAM: I really don't understand what you're trying to tell me.

The sheriff you talked to, he actually works for Mr. Lacy,

the so-called mayor.

And the mayor fronts for a combine.

Well, what combine?

A crooked one, oil.

This island floats on it, boy.

When they heard you were coming here

to do a survey, they panicked,

forged some option papers to freeze your company out.

How'd you find out about it?

I worked for Lacy.

He didn't bother to make a secret out of it.

Not at first.

My daughter's not as weak as her father.

Lacy said he'd cut me in, big,

so I kept my mouth shut.

He did it for me, Bill.

He thought his daughter should be

a female Van Gogh or Cezanne.

Valerie's a magnificent painter.

She belongs in Europe

with all the world's greatest art teachers.

But that takes financing.

Was I wrong in taking Lacy's money, Mr. Lowell?

So you decided to expose the whole oil swindle?

Yes.

That was before I found out

that Lacy was trying to have me killed.

That's what I was doing in town.

I was trying to rent a getaway boat

when I met you.

It was wonderful,

but terrible to fall in love at just the wrong moment.

Valerie's fever and the fake dying was my idea,

to protect her from Lacy.

Oh, boy, and I blundered in

and brought him down on all of us.

Look, we've got to get out of here.

There's no place to run.

Wrong. There is a place to run.

Tide, uh... When is low tide?

Oh, just about now.

They'll trail us wherever we go.

Well, we can't stay here and roll over and play dead.

Look, I think I can get us out of here,

if you'll trust me.

[DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE]

-Okay, let's go. -Wait!

[DOGS BARKING]

They're out there.

The back way.

We're near the water.

We've got to hurry, boy.

I'm getting a little nervous.

Listen.

[BARKING]

-Let's get out of here. - This way.

There's nothing ahead of us but ocean.

He's right, Bill.

There's an underwater cavern that

I passed through to get here. It's just ahead.

Cavern? Leading to where?

A place called Fantasy Island.

A place for people to start over.

Please, both of you, have faith.

Daddy?

Faith it is.

Come on.

There they are!

JIMMY: Come on!

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Hurry! Hurry!

[GROANS]

-Oh, my ankle! -Come on, get up!

No, I can't.

Hurry, the tide's rising.

You'll make it.

[GROANING]

WILLIAM: Must have taken a wrong turn.

Where are we?

Welcome back, Mr. Lowell.

I see that your fantasy has been fulfilled.

Mr. Roarke, they're behind us, we're being chased.

The pursuit is over, Mr. Lowell,

as is your fantasy.

They didn't chase you any further

because they thought you were trapped,

and the tide would drown you.

At this very moment, they're celebrating

the fact that you are dead.

They'll never chase you again,

unless they can escape from the prison

where I promise they'll spend many years to come.

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

The briefcase is a little gift from the company

in gratitude for your business.

It's genuine leather.

Uh, tell me, how in the world did you do it?

Oh, he's very bright.

Ellen, I want you to have the securities and a good life

after I'm gone.

Darling, wait!

Wait, please! Someone has to sign for these.

Now, please be very careful.

Those are negotiable. They're just like cash.

Don!

I had a good life.

It wasn't a great one, but it wasn't bad.

Me, I had to make it better by coming here.

And it was getting better.

I mean, I had money, a girl.

Lovely girl.

Now it's all over.

It didn't even get started.

You get the picture?

I didn't say that, did I?

Don, good grief! I've been looking all over for you.

Well, it isn't time to go to the funeral parlor yet.

Hey, now, look, you're not going to give up on me.

I'm not going to let you walk out.

I'm not walking anywhere.

Oh, honey!

Great, I'm going to be a widow before I even get married.

I've got an idea.

We'll call the police, we'll find out where you died,

and we won't go there!

Hey, yeah, that's a great idea.

I'll go phone them.

[CHUCKLES]

Wait a minute.

It hasn't happened yet. I'm still alive.

They won't know anything about it, right?

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Don, I got an idea.

We use the magic camera, take pictures of the headline,

and we know what tomorrow's news is, huh?

-Yeah. -Come on, come on.

Okay, shoot it.

-No, every time I-- -Oh, come on.

Look, you're bound to be a hot story, right?

Shoot it.

Okay, I...

[CAMERA BEEPS]

Oh, no.

No.

Fellas, listen, there's been a terrible mistake.

I'm not me.

Oh, I'm not she.

I'm not Mata Hari!

Oh...

I'm her great-great-granddaughter

from Niederland, Texas.

Oh, this is crazy!

Will somebody please call the American consul?

[GROANS]

[MARTHA CRYING]

[CLEARS THROAT]

Men, your commander, Major Cerdin,

has asked me to take over this detail.

He is, unfortunately, indisposed.

Now, in accordance with military custom,

one of your rifles has been loaded with blanks.

Not easy for a Frenchman to shoot a woman.

I suggest that each of you says to himself,

"I am the one with the blanks."

Claude...

One last drink, Mademoiselle.

It will give you courage.

Please, you must help me.

Be brave, Mademoiselle.

For France,

and for me,

your Claude.

Claude!

Captain Dumarque!

Ready.

Take aim.

Fire.

Hey, Don, maybe only the good things come true,

like the money and you and me in bed.

What do you say we make a toast to each other?

Forever and ever and ever.

Or sooner.

Come on, Don!

Hey, be a fighter, huh?

That's easy to say.

It's not the first day of the last day

of the rest of your life.

Now, look, you, I don't know how or why we met.

This whole thing seems like a bad joke.

Damn it, I'm in love with you.

I'm not going to let something like

a dumb magic camera come between us.

[KNOCKING AT DOOR]

Yeah?

Fantasy Island Florist.

How sweet.

No, Ellen, wait!

[GASPING]

No problem. Just give me all your securities

and take off all your clothes,

both of you.

What are you going to do? Kill me?

You can't.

Unless that's a lethal car

you're holding in your hand there.

You'd better talk to this guy. I think he's flipping his lid.

Look, fella, I've killed other people before.

You understand what I mean?

I got nothing to lose.

Oh, come on, just give me the gun and go away.

Don't you see? You made a mistake. You goofed.

This isn't the way I'm going to die,

unless you can conjure up a flaming car crash

right here in this room.

Tell him, Ellen. Tell him.

All right, all right, take it easy.

Securities are right there.

Take off your clothes, fast.

[ELLEN WHINING]

Go get me his pants.

No, no, I'll do that. I'll do that.

Make it snappy!

Look, calm down.

[GUNFIRE IN DISTANCE]

Come on, Commander, play your part.

Doctor, hurry up and verify that she's dead.

[GUNFIRE CEASES]

The guns. They have stopped.

That means the enemy is about to attack.

Doctor, you'd better get out of here.

To your battle stations, quickly!

Take her!

Quickly!

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Forgive me, Mata.

Adieu, the love of my life.

And bon voyage on your journey to another world.

Miss Harris, your fantasy is over.

But I'm dead. They shot me.

Their rifles were all loaded with blanks.

Captain Dumarque saw to that,

and he gave you a drink, a powerful knockout drug.

Then that means that Mata Hari...

Was executed, officially.

But in reality...

There was a rumor that she was smuggled out of France.

Is that it, Mr. Roarke?

Did someone put her on a ship for America?

Why do you ask me, Miss Harris?

You were there.

And you are here.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

No!

Let go of me!

[ELLEN CRYING]

Hey, stop him!

Don!

[CAMERA CLICKS]

It's safe now, Mr. Winters.

Officer, who was in the car?

OFFICER: Here's his license.

His name was Don Winters. He was a photographer.

DON: That's how it happened!

It was a mistake!

Ellen, honey, it was a mistake!

Mr. Roarke, you made a boo-boo.

Oh, I beg to differ, Mr. Winters.

People make mistakes with their lives,

but life never makes a mistake with people.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[BAND PLAYS]

Ah, yes.

By your expression, Mr. Lowell,

I suspect that the veil of mystery

which darkened your life

may soon be replaced by the wedding veil.

If I get the right answer to a question

I'm going to pop aboard the flight,

you're right, Mr. Roarke.

The boss is always right.

Thank you, Tattoo.

Well, we wouldn't want to ruin his perfect record.

In my day, we didn't waste time

with all this fancy footwork.

I asked your mother to marry me the first time I met her.

And did she say yes, Mr. Larrabe?

Of course she did, boss.

As a matter of fact, she said no.

But I kept asking.

Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

Oh, you're very welcome.

Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

Good-bye, Mr. Larrabe.

Mr. Roarke, it was fantastic.

I'm leaving Fantasy Island

with the most incredible photograph of all,

only she's real.

Yeah, thanks for introducing us.

Oh, it wasn't I.

Thank the camera.

Oh, yeah, listen, will you take this back, please, huh?

I've had enough of the future. I'm going back home

and enlarging my photography store,

and let everybody else worry about taking pictures, hm?

Good-bye, Mr. Roarke.

You're welcome, Mr. Winters.

-Good-bye. -Good-bye.

Well, Miss Harris, do you now know

what the lady known as Mata Hari was really like?

Absolutely, Mr. Roarke.

She was just a girl with her heart on her sleeve,

who gave love back to anybody who loved her.

She also tried very hard to save the lives

of thousands of young men.

On both sides.

ROARKE: Never forget that.

I won't.

And I want to thank you, Mr. Roarke,

from both of us.

Miss Harris, I have a souvenir for you.

You will be happy to know that

Miss Mata Hari's two sweethearts,

gallant and honorable soldiers,

both survived the war.

These are two of the decorations they won.

TATTOO: La Croix de Guerre.

ROARKE: And the Iron Cross.

I know they would want you to have them.

I'll always cherish this, and the memories.

Thank you.

Good-bye, Miss Harris.

Oh, I'm sorry I'm late.

Never mind. Never mind being late.

What happened to you?

I was working on Mrs. Jones' fantasy.

You mean, the great-grandmother

that wanted to be in mud wrestling?

That's the one.

Julie, overseeing a fantasy is one thing,

but to participate in mud wrestling?

Mr. Roarke, I did not mud wrestle.

I was referee.

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