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[♪♪♪♪♪]

[BELL TOLLS]

The plane! The plane!

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

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

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

ROARKE: Ah, Mr. Carl Peters,

a travel agent from Philadelphia.

TATTOO: What's his fantasy?

Apparently he is obsessed with finding a beautiful young woman.

-Aren't we all? -Perhaps, Tattoo,

but this particular young woman ran away

before he could discover his true feelings for her.

Will he find her? Will he fall in love?

Oh, yes, Tattoo.

So much so, he may even be willing to die for her.

TATTOO: Boss, here comes my old friend, Susan.

ROARKE: Yes, Tattoo, Miss Susan Henderson,

the young woman who saved you from a runaway taxicab

-in Paris years ago. -You're right, boss.

If it was not for her,

you wouldn't have the terrific assistant like me.

Yes.

So, in gratitude, you have arranged a fantasy for her,

to make a man she has loved from afar

fall in love with her.

Well, it's simple, isn't it, boss?

We shall see, Tattoo. We shall see.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

ROARKE: Uh, Mr. Peters, it's important that I know

just how strong your feelings for Miss Miller are.

Are you certain you're in love with her?

Mr. Roarke, since the day she disappeared,

all I can think about is finding her again.

Yes, I'm certain. Can you help me?

Yes, I believe I can.

I've discovered Miss Miller has returned home

to a small village here on the island,

a village that has a very...

-A very peculiar history. -What do you mean, boss?

ROARKE: The original settlers of the town

came from New England long, long ago.

They were a very rigid, puritanical people then.

In 1692, it seems they held a witch trial,

and the woman they accused...

was burned at the stake.

TATTOO: Oh, that's terrible.

Yes, it is, Tattoo.

Ever since then, there have been rumors of other...

strange events... unexplained phenomena.

I don't care about anything that happened there

almost 300 years ago.

All I really want is to find Hallie.

Very well, Mr. Peters.

If you'll follow Tattoo.

Please, this way.

Here's your car, and here's your keys.

Just follow the road, Mr. Peters.

The town is about 15 miles north of here.

You won't have any trouble finding Miss Miller.

Everyone there knows her.

Thank you, Tattoo.

Mr. Roarke.

ROARKE: Tattoo thought you might enjoy a spot of tea.

SUSAN: How nice.

Now, then, Miss Henderson...

this man you wish to have fall in love with you,

-who might he be? -His name is Carter Ransom.

The concert pianist?

TATTOO: Yes. He's here on the island.

He's staying in the lilac bungalow.

Yes, I know.

Mr. Ransom is here

preparing for an upcoming recital in New York.

You see, he's had trouble concentrating on his work,

and he's come here to Fantasy Island

for peace and quiet, Tattoo.

Well, maybe he needs inspiration.

And what could be more inspirational than love?

I could help, Mr. Roarke.

I first saw him perform two years ago.

He's everything I ever dreamed of in a man.

Please? She's got everything that Mr. Ransom need.

You do realize, Miss Henderson,

that your fantasy will last only two days.

After that, Mr. Ransom will no longer be in love with you.

Are you sure you want to go through with this?

For once... I want to experience

the kind of passion and love I've read about

even if it only lasts for a weekend.

Very well, Miss Henderson, if that's what you really want.

Tattoo.

Thank you.

This is a very special ring, Miss Henderson.

When you wear it...

any man you touch...

with your ring hand...

will fall immediately

and passionately in love with you.

However...

it will work only once...

so you must be extremely careful.

Don't worry, boss. I will help her.

I'll meet you in the lobby in one hour.

Thank you, Tattoo.

-Thank you, Mr. Roarke. -Yes, Miss Henderson.

Tattoo, have a seat, won't you?

Now, tell me,

just exactly how do you wish to arrange payment

for Miss Henderson's fantasy?

Boss, I thought it was a favor.

Tattoo, Tattoo, what about our overhead?

Have you any idea how much we spend each year

on flower leis alone?

Huh?

Huh.

Well, I suppose we could arrange a discount

of, say, um, 20 percent.

Twenty percent?

I was thinking more like 100 percent.

All right, my friend, just for you.

But just this once, huh?

Thank you, boss. You're not going to regret it.

I hope so.

Now we have all the guests to attend to.

[HORSE GALLOPING]

Hallie.

Carl?

Hello, Hallie.

I'm sorry, Carl, but you're going to have to leave.

-Leave? -Yeah.

Hallie...

I've been looking for you for the past five months.

-Please, Carl, you've got to. -Why? Will you just tell me why?

Because I think I love you.

Hallie.

Hallie, I've got to talk to you.

Hallie...

I don't believe I know this young man.

Carl Peters, my father George Miller,

Mayor of Glen Hollow.

Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Carl.

-A real pleasure. -Thanks.

Welcome. Welcome to our little town.

You coming to Hallie's birthday celebration?

It's your birthday?

GEORGE: Yes, Hallie turns 21 today.

[CHUCKLES] Big event around here.

Well, I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Good. Good. Then you, uh...

You go on into the town hall.

I got to steal Hallie away for now.

Well, what do you know? A new face in town.

Carl Peters.

Ethan Miller, Hallie's brother.

You staying long?

-I don't know. -I wouldn't.

Now, you listen to me, Hallie.

Him showing up on your 21st birthday was no accident.

It's happening again just like it always does.

You know what you got to do.

No, Daddy. Oh, please, I just can't--

Hallie, Hallie, you have to.

You're our only hope.

Not yet. I'll tell you when.

[PIANO PLAYING]

Another balmy day, and they call this paradise, do they?

Gloria, please, I've got to have this sonata done by Monday.

GLORIA: Oh, I understand that, darling.

What I don't understand is why you couldn't as easily do it

in New York as on this dreary little island.

CARTER: I can't work in New York.

All those parties of yours

and those snooty, bigoted old culture vultures

with more pretensions than taste.

Those culture vultures could put you back on top, my love,

and don't you forget it.

Oh, come on.

You've been working nonstop since we got here.

If we have to be stuck on this palm-enshrouded piece of mud,

at least we could venture forth for an hour, hmm?

All right, but just an hour.

Wonderful, darling.

I wonder what kind of fur one wears

in a tropical rain forest.

TATTOO: I've got a plan.

Mr. Ransom, he stays in the lilac bungalow.

I'll take you there,

introduce you to him, and bingo.

Not exactly La Caba, but I suppose it'll have to do.

Oh, no, he's here. But I'm not ready yet.

I have to get changed and fix my hair.

Susan, you already changed. Don't worry.

With this ring, he would fall for a mummy's bride, promise.

Go for it.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Hey. Hi.

Hello. [HIGH-PITCHED] I'm Brian.

[CLEARS THROAT] Uh, can I buy you a drink?

Thanks but no thanks.

Oh, come on. Just one little drink?

I mean, I saw the way you were looking at me over there.

You want me. I know you do.

Look, junior, please just leave me alone.

Wow!

You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in the flesh.

I mean, without the staples in the stomach.

Oh, no!

Oh, I love you. I want to have your child.

Can I get you dinner? Lunch? Drinks?

How about if I buy you some beer nuts?

Please, you don't know what you're saying.

Oh, but I do. I-- I-- I-- I want you.

I want to rub orange marmalade all over you and--

-and have you for breakfast. -Tattoo, help!

WOMAN: Brian, what's going on?

Mother, I found her, the love of my life,

the center of my universe, the apple of my eye, the--

What did you say your name was again?

SUSAN: Tattoo, help!

Cool it, boy. Cool it!

-What? Wait! Don't go! -Don't go with her.

-Stay right here. -BRIAN: Come back!

-Brian. -Wait a minute.

-TATTOO: Take it easy now. -Brian?

-TATTOO: Stay here. -Brian!

What has she done to you?

GROUP: ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear Hallie ♪

HALLIE: Isn't there any other way?

Look around. Look at their faces, Hallie.

They're your friends, the people you grew up with.

Are you going to let them die?

And what about your own brother and your little sister?

[ALL APPLAUDING]

[ALL APPLAUD]

-Happy birthday. -Will you help me cut the cake?

Well, sure.

-Right here. -Right there?

It's sort of like cutting a wedding cake.

We make a real nice couple, you know.

Here you go, Carl. Try some.

Well, that's real strong stuff.

-What's in that? -Just pure apple cider.

We imported it special.

Well, as you can see, my daughter's 21st birthday

is a big occasion for the entire town.

We're just one big happy family here.

-Here, move it. -[♪♪♪♪♪]

Go on, Hallie. Go on, dance. This is your day. Go on. Go on.

[ALL CLAP]

[JAMIE SCREAMS]

-Hallie, help me. -Jamie!

CARL: What happened? Who is that?

It's my little sister.

Well, somebody call an ambulance.

What's the matter with you people? She's sick!

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[WOMAN SCREAMING]

[GROANING]

-You drugged him? -It's easier that way.

HALLIE: Can't we just have two hours alone?

Please, Daddy?

Till sundown.

Oh, Carl.

Carl, I'm so, so sorry.

Sorry you have to die.

ROARKE: This is a most unfortunate situation,

Miss Henderson.

As I told you before, the ring can only be used once.

I know but...

In any case, I'm afraid your fantasy

has come to an unscheduled end.

But, boss, it was an accident. It can happen to anyone.

Nevertheless, Tattoo, my hands are tied.

What can I do?

TATTOO: Getting a second chance,

isn't that what Fantasy Island is all about?

Besides, I've got a plan.

Yes, Tattoo?

Why don't we have a reception for Mr. Ransom

so that Susan can get close to him?

It's a very interesting idea, Tattoo.

And you're right, everyone deserves a second chance.

Well, now, Miss Henderson,

if you'll hold out your hand please.

Thank you.

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

You realize, Tattoo,

that the success of Miss Henderson's fantasy

is now your responsibility.

It's a piece of cake, boss.

Really?

Oh, and, Tattoo...

Kindly remove that young man from the premises,

would you, please?

CARL: I've never been happier my whole life.

I could be here with you forever.

So could I.

You know, it's amazing how different the world looks

when you're in love.

Look at the sunshine outside there.

It looks like shimmering gold.

Let's not talk.

Just hold me.

But I want to talk.

I want to talk about our wedding.

Do you want a large one or a small one?

Where do you want to live?

I can close my office in Philadelphia

and open a small one here on the island.

I know you want to be near your family.

And what about our own little family?

-I never thought much about having kids, but-- -Carl, please...

Don't.

Hallie?

Darling, don't you want to marry me?

Yes.

Oh, Carl, I love you.

But I can't marry you...

and I can't leave here.

Ever.

Why?

There has to be a reason.

[DOOR OPENS]

Ethan, what are you doing here?

I'm saving him from the crazies that's what I'm doing.

-You can't interfere. -Take a look out the window.

[INDISTINCT CLAMOR]

-CARL: What do they want? -ETHAN: You.

What are you talking about? Hallie, what's he talking about?

What's going on around here?

She won't tell you. She's part of it.

Come on, we can get out the back way.

No. If you go, the whole town will die.

So will your little sister.

Jamie needs to get to a hospital.

With him gone, maybe everybody will wise up and get her to one.

But the legend.

She'll die for nothing, and so will he.

Oh, Carl, come on. Let's go.

-What about you? -Just go.

Well, I'm coming back for you.

Where is he, Hallie?

[GASPS, SOBS]

GEORGE: All right, he's not here. Come on, let's go.

Isn't it lovely? Aren't you glad we came?

Why did I let Roarke talk me into this reception?

I've got to get back to work.

Mr. Ransom, this is Miss Susan Henderson.

She's one of your biggest fans.

I'm delighted to meet you, Mr. Ransom.

Ooh, things are beginning to pick up.

Look at the bubbly, everyone.

Uh, would you like to sit down?

Thank you, Carter.

Well, cheers.

[GASPS] There he is.

Brian.

Brian?

Brian, what are you doing here?

Feasting my eyes, Mother.

-Isn't she beautiful? -[GASPS]

Oh, it's her again.

Will you look at her torturing that poor love-smitten boy.

Henry, can't you do something

about... [STUTTERING] ...that seductress?

Right now I'm more concerned about our dinner reservations.

-Henry! -Okay. Come on, Son. Let's go.

Brian. Bri-- Brian?

Brian!

-Oh, my napkin. -Allow me.

HENRY: Oh, you dropped this, Miss.

Good heavens, you...

You are beautiful.

Your hand so soft, so delicate.

I could hold it all night.

-Henry! -Dad!

-No, she's mine! -Brian.

Oh, look, this is a mistake.

HENRY: Yeah, my whole life has been a mistake.

But now I'm going to correct it.

-No, please. -HENRY: No, wait.

Hey, wait. Please don't go.

-WOMAN: Brian. -Oh!

Brian. Brian.

[INDISTINCT CLAMOR]

What are we doing here?

Look, why don't you just tell me what's going on?

Plague.

They call it the red death.

You saw it. At the dance.

Plague?

In this day and age?

Take a look at those headstones. A good look.

That's mine.

Why?

You tell me what's going on here.

The same thing that's been going on for centuries,

ever since they burned that witch at the stake.

Legend has it she put a spell on my family

so when the oldest daughter turns 21, a plague breaks out.

A guy shows up...

they fall in love,

the town puts an arrow through his heart,

and the plague goes away.

That's crazy.

The whole damn town believes it, including Hallie.

Come on.

Let me go.

I'm sorry, Carl.

All right, take him.

No. No!

[GUITAR CHIMES]

♪ Hey, my love For no one else ♪

♪ Can end this yearning ♪

♪ This need that you And you alone create ♪

♪ Just fill my dreams ♪

♪ The way you filled my arms ♪

♪ The dreams that you inspire ♪

♪ With every sweet desire ♪

[HUMMING]

Oh, Mr. Roarke, thank heavens.

There's been another accident.

Oh, and here I thought that was Placido Domingo

outside your door.

Hey, Tattoo, didn't you tell me you had a plan?

Oh, I did, boss.

The only thing, it didn't work.

HENRY: ♪ My love ♪

♪ And with your kisses set Me burning ♪

♪ One kiss is all I need To seal... ♪

Well, for your information

I am not energizing Miss Henderson's ring,

not again.

Even on Fantasy Island certain rules must apply.

But, boss, rules are made to be broken.

Not this often.

Please excuse us.

Certainly.

Boss, why don't you sit down.

Yes?

Boss, I've got this great plan, and this time it's gonna work.

Tattoo, must I remind you

that arranging that reception for Mr. Ransom

at the last moment was no small task?

These plans of yours are proving to be quite taxing

-to say nothing of expensive. -Well, this one is cheap.

It's not gonna cost you anything.

Well, almost anything.

What really concerns me, Tattoo,

is that you've apparently not yet learned

that second chances are very rare

and very valuable indeed.

One must seize whatever opportunities

life chooses to deal out and act quickly and decisively.

-Don't you understand? -Oh, yes, boss, I learned that.

Strike the iron while hot. Who hesitate is lost.

Opportunity only knocks but once.

The squeaky wheel gets the grease.

Boss... please, give me another chance.

Did I ever ask you for anything before?

As a matter of fact, yes.

Well, I'm gonna ask you again.

Well, when you put it that way,

how can I possibly refuse, Tattoo?

Miss Henderson, will you come here, please?

Thank you.

But this is the last time, Tattoo.

Should anything go wrong this time,

Miss Henderson and you shall have to live

with the consequences, do you understand?

May I have your hand, please? Thank you.

There. You have another chance.

And one more day to fulfill your fantasy.

[SINGING CONTINUES]

And now I leave you to your midnight serenade.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

HALLIE: Carl, please talk to me.

I don't want any of this to happen.

But I don't know how to stop it either.

Good Lord, Hallie, this is the 20th century.

This whole thing is some morbid fairy tale.

HALLIE: No, it's not.

Don't you see? It all makes sense.

It's my birthday, you miraculously show up...

the plague breaks out.

Exactly like it has for over 300 years.

They're gonna kill me, Hallie. Is that what you want?

Maybe we can put a stop to this nightmare

once and for all.

There's a way out.

Through the basement.

I hope I'm doing the right thing.

[PIANO PLAYING]

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Champagne, compliment of Mr. Roarke.

Oh, vintage February no doubt.

I was talking to Jackie O. She said it's her favorite.

Jackie? Here?

-She's down by the pool. -Jackie O is here?

Oh, well, I've simply got to meet her.

[PIANO CONTINUES]

Mr. Ransom?

-Hello. -It's Susan Henderson.

I... I wanted to apologize

for what happened at your reception.

Oh, yeah.

You're the one with the, uh, admirers.

-Right. -I don't mean to be abrupt, but...

I've really got to get back to work.

Oh, are you all right?

I can see why all those men were chasing you last night.

You're incredibly...

gorgeous.

-Mr. Ransom? -Carter.

Carter, I...

I think I've been in love with you

ever since I heard you play Tchaikovsky's piano concerto

with the Boston Symphony.

You like that?

Would you like me to play that for you now?

Would you?

[PIANO PLAYING]

I have never been so embarrassed in all my life.

You misunderstood me.

I was talking about Jackie O'Brian,

the famous dry goods tycoon, not Jackie Onassis.

Miss Henderson.

Oh... [CHUCKLES] ...how nice to see you again.

I just dropped by to apologize for what happened last night.

I better be going.

Uh, as I said, Miss Henderson, no need for apologies.

No need at all. No need at all.

We'll meet later, my darling. Give me half an hour.

-Carl, look out! -[TIRES SCREECHING]

SHERIFF: All right, hold it right there.

Now you two get out of that car nice and easy, you hear?

Turn him over.

Look at that.

He's still alive.

Yeah, but by the time we get back, he'll be dead.

-So will everybody else. -No, not if we hurry.

Come on, let's get him in the car.

Sheriff, there we go.

Here we go.

Put your head down.

-Okay, okay, let's go. -[THUDS]

Oh, Carl, I'm so sorry.

I wanted to think that I could run away again.

But now I know I can't.

I'm gonna save them.

And I'm gonna save you too, honey.

[CAR ENGINE STARTS]

GLORIA: Carter, love...

I can forgive a minor infatuation.

I mean, it does happen.

But you can't let that interfere with your career,

your reputation.

That's all you really care about, isn't it?

Well, the hell with my reputation.

Success, money, fame, the hell with all of it.

Have you gone insane?

No, just the opposite, I've finally gone sane.

I see things much more clearly now.

-Especially you. -Oh...

Well, I see I was a fool

to have stayed with you this long.

Everybody knows you're on the way out.

I should have run off with Eugene Fodor

when I had the chance.

I'll send for my bags later.

I'm catching the next flight to New York.

Why, if it isn't Carter's greatest fan, hmm.

Well, you can have him, dear.

Go ahead and have your blissful little affair.

Keep him from finishing his sonata

and watch his career go right down the toilet.

You both deserve it, I think.

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

Carter?

Susan.

There's just the two of us now, Susan.

So why don't we make ourselves more comfortable.

-Carter? -Yes?

Don't you have some work to finish?

All I want to think about right now is you.

-But your career. -I don't care about my career.

I'd trade it all for just one day with you.

Look, I'm sorry, but I have to go see my friend, Tattoo.

-What? -Excuse me.

But Susan, wait.

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

Carl, Carl, wake up. We got to hurry.

They have to make the sacrifice before the sun sets.

-Where's Hallie? -She's gone back to town.

She wants them to sacrifice her in your place.

Come on, we got to stop her.

You drive.

ROARKE: You want to call off your fantasy,

Miss Henderson?

Better that than ruin Carter's career.

I care for him too much to let that happen.

Besides, I'm coming to realize that if I'm going to be loved

it should be for what I am, not because of some trick.

If I do this, you know there can be no turning back.

I know.

I'm sorry, Tattoo. It was so sweet of you to try.

But I guess I'm not meant to have any grand romance.

Very well, Miss Henderson.

As of now, none of the men affected by this ring

is in love with you any longer, including...

Carter Ransom.

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

HALLIE: Listen to me!

Listen to me, all of you!

This is our last chance.

If this works, you're all healed.

But if it doesn't...

we're all gonna die anyway.

So let's just get this thing over with, please.

[DISTANT SIREN WAILING]

[TIRES SCREECH]

No! No, don't.

Don't shoot.

Carl.

I'm the one that has to die, Hallie, not you.

No.

I have never made any kind of sacrifice for anything.

Well, I may be as crazy as all of you...

but if I have to die...

so that your Hallie can live...

then you better go ahead and shoot me.

Sun is going down. We're wasting time.

No, Carl.

-Yes. -Carl, no.

ROARKE: Mr. Mayor.

[CROWD CHATTER]

They are both willing to die.

The obvious strength of their love,

their willingness to sacrifice everything for each other...

surely such a demonstration of good...

deems any further evil unnecessary.

We can't take the chance. I say they both die.

No!

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[WATER SPLASHES]

-HALLIE: Who's that man? -CARL: Only God knows.

[DISTANT PIANO PLAYING]

That was lovely.

Susan.

I'm glad you finally finished it.

Susan...

your friend, Tattoo...

he explained everything to me...

your fantasy, the ring.

SUSAN: I'm so ashamed.

Of what? I should thank you.

Of course I was able to go back to work

after the effects of the ring wore off,

but that was mainly because I remembered

how I felt about you.

There's part of you in that music.

Thank you for saying that.

-I better leave. -No, Susan, listen to me.

My whole career I've been surrounded

by people like Gloria.

All they were ever interested in was what I could do for them.

But you...

you did something for me. In fact, you gave up something

and asked for nothing in return.

For me, that's a first.

Susan...

I may not be head over heels in love with you anymore.

Maybe someday.

Who knows?

Are you saying there's a chance

you could fall in love with me for real?

I'm saying...

I like you.

And I definitely want to get to know you better.

In fact, what are you doing this Friday night?

I don't know. I--

How about coming to New York to hear me play...

Our sonata?

You've got a date. [CHUCKLES]

Well, Tattoo, it appears your plan worked after all.

You know, this is the second time

Miss Henderson has saved your life.

[CHUCKLES]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Mr. Roarke, Tattoo,

it's great to be alive and together.

I still can't believe this has all happened.

It's been a miracle.

Yes, Miss Miller, a miracle of love.

You see, the strength of your love for each other,

and the dual sacrifice you were willing to make,

broke the power of the spell forever.

Thanks, Mr. Roarke, for everything.

Yes, Mr. Peters.

-Goodbye. -Thank you.

-Goodbye, Miss Miller. -Bye-bye.

I thought you may want a souvenir from your visit here.

SUSAN: Oh, Tattoo, thank you, but no.

It took me long enough, but I finally realized

there are no shortcuts,

no magical solutions when it comes to love.

You have to work at a relationship

just like anything else.

Goodbye, mon ami.

-And thank you. -No goodbye, but au revoir.

-Thank you, Mr. Roarke. -You're welcome, Miss Henderson.

-Bye-bye. -Mr. Ransom, goodbye.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Boss, I'll see you later. Bye.

[GRUNTS]

[SCREAMS]

Boss, help me!

Boss, help.

Boss, help! Boss!

[♪♪♪♪♪]