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[BELL TOLLING]

The plane! The plane!

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[PLANE ENGINE WHIRRING]

-Bye-bye. -CHILDREN: Bye

[GIGGLES]

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

Have you seen Tattoo?

Oh, I'm glad you reminded me. Uh, he said to tell you

that he's having just a little trouble

with the Cinderella fantasy that you assigned him to handle.

Indeed, what kind of trouble?

Uh, well, when the carriage turned back into a pumpkin...

Yes?

...he said the horses ran away, and he can't find them.

The horses ran away, huh?

When you see Tattoo, will you please tell him

that one of his "horses" may be found

on the lawn in front of my office?

[MOUSE SQUEAKS]

The horses ran away.

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[GIGGLES]

Smiles, everyone. Smiles!

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If they're on their honeymoon,

the bride doesn't seem too thrilled about it.

They are not honeymooners, Julie, far from it.

The young lady, Miss Laura Jensen,

was recently paroled from prison.

The gentleman accompanying her

is her parole officer, Mr. Ron Martin.

JULIE: She was in prison? What for?

Driving the car during an armed robbery.

Wow. What's her fantasy?

ROARKE: Not hers, Julie.

Because Miss Jensen has been categorized

as a habitual criminal,

it's Mr. Martin's fantasy to erase that stigma,

to convert her into a respectable,

law-abiding citizen.

Well, what will happen if he doesn't succeed?

One more offense,

and Miss Jensen will go back to prison...

probably for life.

Miss Celeste Valon,

assistant curator at the Metropolitan Art Gallery.

She's here to solve a riddle.

A riddle, riddle, or one of your house specialties?

A portrait by Paul Gauguin was recently discovered

in the basement of a cottage in the South of France.

About a month ago, I purchased that portrait.

It arrived today.

JULIE: Well, what does all this have to do with a riddle?

It seems that Miss Valon

came across a print of the portrait,

and she discovered that she looks exactly

like the woman who posed for it.

How strange.

What's her fantasy?

ROARKE: Her fantasy is to find out

the identity of that woman.

What Miss Valon doesn't know

is that, uh... when she finds the answer,

she will pass through a door

through which there may be no retreat.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

Isn't Laura gonna join us?

She, uh, doesn't feel comfortable

mixing with people she doesn't know very well.

-Oh. -As I understand it,

Miss Jensen's difficulties began when she was only 13,

after her parents died in

-an apartment building fire... -Yes.

ROARKE: ...which left her face terribly scarred for life.

That fire took away what she loved most

in the world, her parents.

And then, one foster home after another,

a desperate child in search of love.

Mr. Roarke, I don't believe Laura got one

decent break in her whole life.

And then growing up with that scar...

you know how cruel children can be.

Oh, yes, and people who consider themselves ugly

sometimes choose to lead ugly lives.

And then, there are always the predators of our society,

waiting to take advantage of her misfortune.

You're right. Whenever Laura would apply for work,

they'd take one look at her face and then tell her

that the job had already been filled.

How humiliating.

Don't waste your sympathy on me.

I don't need it or want it.

-So what? Who cares? -RON: Laura!

Laura, take it easy. We care, that's why we're here.

Mr. Roarke, there's something I didn't tell you.

Laura didn't come here of her own free will.

She came because I forced her to

as her parole officer.

So if you have any spare miracles hanging around,

please, make us believers.

A wise man once said,

"Miracles sometimes occur...

but one has to work terribly hard for them."

Just how hard are you willing to work

for your miracle, Miss Jensen?

She'll cooperate, Mr. Roarke.

Won't you, Laura?

Sure.

Cooperation's my middle name. Everybody knows that.

That's why I spent the last three years in prison.

CELESTE: It's amazing, Mr. Roarke.

Even though Gauguin painted it in 1896,

I almost feel it's a picture of me.

Now that you have seen the portrait itself,

are you still determined to go through with your fantasy?

Oh, yes, Mr. Roarke. I'm more determined than ever.

Very well.

But first, there is something you should know

about the lady in the portrait.

She was Paul Gauguin's model and mistress.

Her father disapproved of Mr. Gauguin,

and she was engaged to a very jealous young officer

whom she didn't love.

Oh, and one more thing...

not only will you encounter personal danger,

but there may also come a time in your fantasy

when you will be faced with a most difficult decision.

Decision?

One that very well could alter...

destiny.

You make it sound so... ominous.

With good reason, I assure you.

I don't care.

I accept the responsibility.

Very well.

Then...

please turn and face the portrait.

Marvelous, marvelous. Hold that expression.

Paul Gauguin?

Now, now, no little girl games, my dear. Not needed.

I've already fallen helplessly in love with you.

WOMAN: This is the overseas operator.

Your call to Las Vegas is ready.

Hello? Hello, Marty?

-MARTY: Yeah, yeah, who is it? -LAURA: This is Laura.

I want you to come and take me away from here.

[MARTY CHUCKLES]

You were stupid to go there in the first place, baby.

Marty, I, I'll make it up to you.

I'll, I'll... I'll do anything you say.

I don't know, baby, why don't you let me

think about it, all right?

LAURA: Uh, look, I gotta hang up now.

Please... please, Marty. Please.

[SIGHS] I've been looking for you everywhere.

Mr. Roarke would like to see you right away.

Is that supposed to turn me on or something?

-[LAURA CLEARS THROAT] -Ah, Miss Jensen.

Please have a seat, won't you?

I trust you are enjoying your stay with us.

No, I'm not.

Why don't I just be upfront with you,

-okay? -All right.

I don't believe in Santa Claus,

or the Tooth Fairy... or miracles.

Are you saying you wish to withdraw

from Mr. Martin's fantasy?

-That's right. I want out. -Wait a minute!

Mr. Roarke has done things a lot harder

than make scars go away.

At least see what happens.

What have you got to lose?

The lotion... in this bottle

is derived from a very rare plant

which grows only on Fantasy Island.

And that's gonna take away my scars?

Only the ones on your face, Miss Jensen.

The ones inside can be removed only by yourself.

Please, at least try it.

Apply it to the scarred area of your face, Miss Jensen.

Please.

So what's supposed to happen now?

Look into the mirror, Miss Jensen.

See for yourself.

I can't believe it!

Go show Mr. Martin what the true Laura Jensen looks like.

After all... it's his fantasy.

[LAURA GIGGLES]

Yes... I will.

Mr. Roarke, you forgot to tell her that the potion

-only lasts 24 hours. -Oh, no, I didn't forget, Julie.

Some dreams are best fulfilled

without knowing the limitations...

especially this one.

CELESTE: These are the masterpieces that

are hanging in the Louvre and the Metropolitan.

Ah, Manno, thank you. Put it down there.

But, uh, you have not paid me for the last time.

Well, we'll soon correct that.

Now, what would you say to the, uh...

the painting of your choice?

-No, you can't do that. -Why not?

Well, be... because one day,

that's going to be your most important painting.

Well, it already has.

I have food to last me two days.

-But the painting's priceless. -No.

Only life is priceless...

life and beauty.

May I see the portrait now?

Be patient, my little one.

Now, tell me, why is it so important

for you to see an unfinished portrait?

Do you think, uh, you're not going to like it?

No, I know I'm going to like it.

I'm just curious, that's all.

You seem different... somehow.

I am.

I think that a woman has to change constantly...

to keep a man from losing interest, you know.

You think that of me?

After all we've known together?

Well, what have we known together?

The game continues, does it?

Uh, wait.

This is all just a little too fast.

I mean, I hardly know you.

You know I could not go on without you.

-Please don't say that. -No, no, no, I mean it.

You mean much more to me than my work.

FATHER: Celeste!

You shame me.

Now, I order you to come with me.

Perhaps, you should return with your father.

Did your seducer tell you that he abandoned

his wife and children in Paris before coming here?

I know that. Look, please, you don't understand.

FATHER: You're quite right, I don't understand.

What about Andre? You know he's returning today.

What have you planned to tell him?

Andre? I don't know.

Well, I'll tell you what you're going to do.

You're gonna keep your mouth shut!

This marriage to Andre's been arranged for a long time.

Now, it's a point of honor! He must never know about this!

If you ever so much as look at

my daughter again, I'll have you exiled!

CELESTE: Look, you don't understand.

His work is so important. Now, he must stay in Tahiti,

and he must continue to paint.

Ha!

You call this childish dabbling important?

[MUTTERS]

This is important?

Nonsense!

It's all stupid nonsense!

It's a poor man's folly.

Come on.

Oh, Ron, pinch me so that I know I'm not dreaming.

It's not a dream, Laura, It's very real.

It's been a long time since I've said these two words,

but, um...

thank you...

for bringing me here...

for making this happen.

Hey, come on, we're just getting started.

[CLOWN LAUGHING]

-Here we are. -I don't understand.

Mr. Roarke's suggestion. He said you had

a great deal of catching up to do with mirrors.

[CLOWN LAUGHING]

Wow, wow, wow.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

[LAURA SIGHS]

For the first time in years, I can...

I can look in the mirror.

Ron, I'm so happy.

Well, you can thank Mr. Roarke for that.

Yes, but, uh, you made it happen.

Why? Why did you do it?

Oh, I guess because in my job,

only once in a while someone very special comes along,

someone who makes me feel like...

with a little bit of extra effort on my part,

you'll never have to go back behind those walls.

I'd almost forgotten who I really was.

No, Laura, I didn't mean it that way.

You are a beautiful person, Laura...

and this is only to show you the truth.

That scar isn't you.

This is you.

Understand?

Best-looking couple in the place.

Figures, since we're the only couple.

[LAURA LAUGHS]

My father used to say that a mirror

shows you your best friend or your worst enemy.

And which one do you see?

My best friend.

You know, I think I'm starting to like the new me.

I'm also starting to like other things.

Just be happy.

You know, I think we missed lunch.

Come on. I want you to put on your prettiest dress.

And then, lovely lady,

I am gonna take you out to dinner.

Come on.

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[OVERLAPPING CHATTER]

FATHER: There is no question in my mind

that Andre is destined for a prestigious future.

Celeste.

It's been almost a year.

I hope that that was not a measure

of your joy in seeing your future husband again.

A year is a long time, Andre.

So it would seem.

I'd like to speak to you, privately.

Will it be this way after we're married?

[SIGHS] I don't love you, Andre. I'm sorry.

I never asked for your love.

Love is what marriage is all about.

All of the arrangements have been made.

It will be a good marriage. Our families will be united.

I can't do it, Andre.

You accepted my proposal before my departure.

Nothing has changed.

Except... perhaps, another man.

No. No man would be that foolish.

Now, we will go over and talk to our guests

so they can see our mutual joy and happiness.

LIEUTENANT: Here comes Gauguin's mistress.

What are you doing here?

Well, I, uh, I could only imagine

that a man with your taste

would have, uh, selected a Beaujolais

with more spirit for this festive occasion.

I want you to leave here immediately.

You were not invited.

I'm not a man known to honor

the ritualistic facade of formality.

Chivalry dictated that I have a...

a firsthand look at my rival.

What are you, mad?

What are you trying to do, ruin her life?

Now, listen to me.

Celeste is more important than life to me.

You--

I've already threatened you with exile.

But if Andre ever finds out about your affair with Celeste,

make no mistake, Sir... he'll kill you.

-[KNOCKING ON DOOR] -CELESTE: Come in.

Oh, just put it over there.

Well, Miss Valon,

is your fantasy progressing satisfactorily?

-Mr. Roarke? -Yes.

Uh, tell me, have you discovered the identity

of the woman in the portrait?

[SIGHS]

Well, I don't know how it's possible...

-but I think I am. -Really?

Since you've traced your family tree back

to the province in France where the portrait was discovered,

isn't it just possible that you might closely resemble

a member of your family who lived generations ago?

Well, I suppose that's the only explanation there could be.

Yes.

Now, I know what you meant

when you said I could alter destiny.

Paul has to finish the portrait,

or it will never exist.

-That's it, isn't it? -Indeed.

And if that happens, neither will any

of his other paintings that followed.

But what about Andre?

He's, he's like ice.

If he finds out the truth, Mr. Roarke, he'll kill Paul.

What should I do?

That is the decision

I said might confront you, remember?

A decision you must make out of

your own heart and mind, Miss Valon.

Oh.

Oh, dear.

It was all so wonderful at first.

And now...

Mr. Roarke?

But of course, she is beautiful.

ANDRE: One moment, Lieutenant.

When my fiance and I passed you today,

your face was an insult to her and to me.

Do you wish to explain now,

or shall we settle this matter as gentlemen...

with pistol?

I'm, I'm sorry, sir, I was drinking too much. I...

Your choice, Lieutenant.

Sir, it's just that there've been rumors, gossip,

unfounded, of course,

about Miss Chevelle and the painter Gauguin.

I apologize.

Ron...

do you remember Marty, Marty Downs?

Oh, yeah... little creep who ran out on you

when his last little robbery fell through.

Laura, forget him, he's past history.

I just wanted you to know that--

We were so much alike, Marty and I...

in so many ways,

just a couple of losers hanging onto each other

so we wouldn't go under.

And he didn't mind my scar.

And he used your gratitude to his own ends, didn't he?

Laura, I'm sorry. It's just...

look, I can understand how you must've felt,

but I didn't mind your scar either.

Never have.

I never really saw it.

Look, it's not easy to explain, I...

What is it, Laura? Is something wrong?

Hold me.

RON: Laura...

Laura, we... We shouldn't be doing this.

I've got no right.

Why not?

Because our relationship, it's...

it's professional. That's what this is all about.

Oh, wow. When I jump to conclusions,

I really break records, don't I?

RON: You don't understand.

Laura, I've got to do what I think is best for you.

Sure, thanks a lot.

MARTY: Hello, Laura.

Patio door was open, so I just let myself in.

You look good, baby, real good.

Hey.

What is this, some kind of trick?

No, it, it's not a trick.

I can't explain it to you to make you understand...

unless you believe in miracles.

[MARTY LAUGHS]

Sure, I believe in miracles. The Bible's full of them.

So what is it now, you got religion,

and I'm supposed to turn around

and just walk right out of your life?

Is that what you're trying to say to me?

All I'm saying is just leave me alone!

[SOBBING]

I'll leave you alone, Laura with the ugly face

was good enough for Marty, huh? But now Laura

with the beautiful face is climbing up the ladder.

Well, forget it, sweetheart. You can just forget it.

Marty, you're hurting me.

I gotta have time to think.

Just take it easy. I'm gonna leave you alone.

But first, I'm gonna let you cool off... tonight.

But I'm gonna be back in the morning,

and you and I are gonna leave here...

together. You got it?

Sweet dreams, angel.

I would think a man so concerned with social opinion

would knock before entering a woman's boudoir.

My deepest apologies.

A year of battle has dulled

my appreciation of your delicacy.

It occurs to me that it must have been boring for you

during my rather prolonged absence.

I found things to do.

Ah. I was sure you would.

Teaching the simple village children how to read, perhaps.

Yes.

Huh. To write... to draw.

I'm surprised such matters interest you, Andre.

Oh, I am more than just interested, my dear.

After all, this island is so rich in color...

tradition, texture.

Surely you would want to teach the children fundamental art.

I can't even draw a straight line.

Oh.

But what of painting?

A skill where one is not required

to draw a straight line.

In Paris it is called Impressionism.

I didn't realize you were interested in painting.

Oh, that isn't it, I never was...

until recently.

I will speak to your father now.

You can't.

He went to the other side of the island on business.

He won't be back until the morning.

I will be waiting for him when he returns.

ROARKE: There may also come a time in your fantasy

when you will be faced with a most difficult decision.

One that could very well alter... destiny.

You accepted my proposal before my departure.

Nothing has changed.

Except, perhaps another man.

I've already fallen helplessly in love with you.

CELESTE: How can I tell you I must leave you?

FATHER: Up with the roosters, eh, Andre?

There's something important I must speak with you about.

-Very well. -ANDRE: As a man of honor,

you will tell me what you know of Celeste

and the painter Gauguin.

I suppose you had to find out sooner or later.

Then it's true?

Captain...

Andre, listen, please.

First, I-- I want you to know

that I've already given Gauguin warning.

If he even speaks to Celeste,

I will see that he's on the first ship

leaving this island.

You sound like a doting father, sir.

I regret... I cannot share your forgiveness.

ROARKE: After all, it is your fantasy

which has provided Miss Jensen

with the equivalent of a miracle.

Her outlook on life has completely changed.

She has been freed

from the influence of Marty Downs.

Made to feel human...

beautiful...

desirable.

Yes, she is all that.

But don't you see I can't take advantage of her

just because she feels some sort of gratitude.

Oh, Mr. Martin, Mr. Martin,

how little you truly understand, don't you see?

Miss Jensen has placed years of rejection behind her.

Opened herself to a new life.

To love. To the one person

she has any reason to love.

RON: Love, Mr. Roarke?

ROARKE: Yes. And isn't it about time

to admit to yourself that you have been

and are in love with Laura Jensen?

What are you saying? That I've done this...

had this fantasy just to...

Even parole officers are human, Mr. Martin.

You do know how to open windows inside a man, don't you?

If I have...

look through them, Mr. Martin.

See the truth.

You're right, of course, I, uh...

I never really saw that scar.

I always saw her the way she is now.

An inner beauty showing through.

That is love... isn't it?

Indeed.

Go tell her how you feel, Mr. Martin.

Go tell her... now.

-Hiya, baby. -[SIGHS]

I knew you'd come around and see it my way.

It's just like old times, huh?

Me and you against the world.

I guess that's the best I'll get.

Hey, who the hell do you think you are?

You think this pretty face made you a saint all of a sudden,

now, do ya?

No, no.

You know, Marty,

I guess you and I deserve each other.

Yeah, right, put it to music.

You listen to me. I arranged for a boat

to pick us up to take us to another island.

Then we're gonna catch a plane, that is,

if your watchdog doesn't find our trail first.

We got an hour to kill.

You think you could keep me occupied

for one hour, huh, baby?

Sure.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

See who it is. Go on!

And don't get cute, angel.

-RON: Laura? Laura? -[INSISTENT KNOCKING]

Laura, I have got to talk to you.

What's he doing here?

Hey, man, she begged me to come and get her.

She just begged me.

He's right, I did.

-Why? -LAURA: What's the difference?

It's just the way things worked out, that's all.

I'm sorry.

Laura, listen to me.

Now you can't do this to yourself.

If you leave here with him, there's nothing more

I can do for you--

You animal!

Paul, the portrait...

you must finish it at once.

It's finished.

It's finished? Oh, thank God.

-PAUL: Don't you want to see it? -Yes, of course

I want to see it.

Oh, Paul, it's breathtaking.

Sign it, please.

What's the matter? Are you all right?

Andre came to see me last night.

This morning I saw him talking to my father.

He knows about us, Paul.

Well, then we must leave here together.

Go back to France.

No, that's impossible.

Your art, your paintings, you have to stay.

I know what has to be done.

I'm the one who has to do it.

Trust me.

Don't read this letter until after I'm gone.

Just remember, I love you so much.

[PAINTING CHIMES]

ROARKE: It's over, Miss Valon.

Your fantasy has ended.

Oh, please, Mr. Roarke.

I can't let it end like this.

I don't even know what happened to him.

You do know he loved you very much.

And I loved him.

But to leave him like this, so abruptly.

It seems so cold.

Well, couldn't I just touch him one more time?

He won't remember how you left, Miss Valon.

However...

would it be enough to see what happened?

What you meant to him?

Oh, yes, please.

Very well. But please remember this.

Neither Paul nor anyone else will be able to see us

or know we are there, do you understand?

All right. Will you come this way, please?

Darling?

Celeste?

Where is she?

The evidence is in your own paint.

You are a dead man.

Andre!

You won't stop me now, sir. Look for yourself.

I wanted to find them together. I wanted her to see him die.

That painting proves only that he painted her likeness.

Use your senses, man.

Are you a liar as well as an adulterer?

Was Celeste here or not?

-She was here. -FATHER: Andre!

Put down that gun!

Along with my honor?

FATHER: Honor is a hollow mockery,

when law and authority are flaunted.

Now I tell you, put down that gun!

[THUDS]

CELESTE: Dearest Paul,

by the time you read this...

I'll be on my way to France.

I must find a life of my own apart from all of you.

I know you'll continue with your painting.

And one day, the world will recognize your genius.

History will never record that I was ever on this island,

and Andre will not be dishonored.

Tell my father that I love him.

Dear, gentle Paul...

I shall always cherish the memory

of the fragment of borrowed time we spent together.

Celeste.

It seems I've lost a daughter.

And I, my happiness.

Take the painting, sir.

I'm sure she would want you to.

I will carry her image with me always...

here.

RON: Marty, I'll make a deal with you.

You walk away right now, I give you my word

I'll never use any of this against you.

Just leave, alone.

[CHUCKLES] Forget it.

Laura, he can't make you go with him.

I have to.

She's right, you know. I'm a known criminal.

She's already busted her parole just being here with me.

RON: Now don't listen to him.

Laura, it's your choice, not his.

You shut up!

You've got everything going for you!

-Laura, you can make it now! -He's conning you, baby.

RON: Now, you know I'm not...

Laura, I've never lied to you about anything, have I?

-Can't you see he's conning you? -Have I?

No.

Then listen real good.

Laura, I was wrong.

I had to get my head straightened out

about a few things, too.

That's why I came here now.

To tell you the bottom line.

Laura, I love you. I always have.

That makes all the difference.

MARTY: That's it! We're going, and you're going with me.

-Come on! -LAURA: [SCREAMS] Get off!

Stop!

You are not taking Miss Jensen anywhere.

Not anymore.

Considering the number of warrants

demanding your arrest, I predict for you

an exceedingly busy but very confined future,

Mr. Downs.

Take him.

Mr. Roarke, the scar, it's come back.

Has it, Julie?

In any case, what does it matter?

Mr. Martin doesn't see it.

And he never will.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Miss Valon.

I know this may sound like a foolish question, but,

-I have to ask it. -Of course.

Was I really the woman in that portrait?

What do you think?

I don't know.

Thank you.

A very special present, Miss Valon, for you.

What is it?

The portrait of a very beautiful woman.

-The painting? -ROARKE: Yes.

Oh, Mr. Roarke...

I don't know what to say.

You don't have to say anything.

After all, I am only giving you

something that is rightfully yours.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Roarke. Thank you so much.

Thank you for such a beautiful memory.

-Miss Valon. -Thank you.

-Julie, thank you. Bye. -Bye-bye.

Mr. Roarke, we both want to thank you very much.

LAURA: For a lot of things.

Learning to love and to trust...

and learning to like myself.

Ah, yes. The ability to assess one's own value,

not to oversell, no.

But also not to undersell one's own potential

for good, for beauty...

and for love.

I'll remember that always.

Thank you, Miss Jensen.

-Goodbye, Mr. Roarke. -Goodbye, Mr. Martin.

-Julie. -Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

-JULIE: Mr. Roarke. -Yes?

The way she was wearing her hair, I couldn't tell.

Does she still have the scar?

All you ever need to know, my dear Julie,

is that all beauty exists where?

-In the eye of the beholder. -Precisely.

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