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(BELL TOLLING)

The plane! The plane!

(GIRLS GIGGLING)

Good morning, boss. Good morning, Tattoo.

Let's go.

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

(PLAYING POLYNESIAN MUSIC)

TATTOO: He looks very serious, boss. Who is he?

ROARKE: Mr. Mark Hendricks, an attorney from Chicago, Illinois.

His fantasy is to find a friend who disappeared here on Fantasy Island.

We lost one of our guests?

Well, yes and no, Tattoo.

What do you mean by yes and no? Where is this friend, anyway?

In the 18th century.

18th century?

Uh-huh, uh-huh.

And he will have to go back to the 18th century to find him.

Miss Amy Marson.

She lives in Denver, Colorado with her father, a well-to-do businessman.

A tragic young lady.

What happened to her, boss?

Five years ago, she saw her mother die a violent death.

They were alone in their beach house, when an intruder broke in.

That's terrible.

ROARKE: Indeed.

Miss Marson was so terrified, she was unable to even scream for help.

Because of that trauma, she has not been able to speak a word since.

She has judged herself guilty, believing that had she been able to scream,

her mother's life might have been saved.

TATTOO: But, boss, what's her fantasy?

ROARKE: To relive that night.

To know the truth.

To determine once and for all whether her judgment of herself is correct.

But boss, what happens if she finds out that she was right?

That's only one of the dangers of her fantasy, Tattoo.

You see,

the murderer

has never been apprehended.

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

Miss Marson.

Miss Marson, I hope you realize that my powers

do not extend to bringing the dead back to life.

This fantasy can only work because it is a psychic experience

in which your mother is still alive in your mind.

But I cannot change, or add or subtract,

from what actually happened that night.

The man who entered your house that night was never apprehended.

Now, I must know that you are aware of that.

If you want to, we can always go back.

(INAUDIBLE)

Before you go to the summer cottage, I suggest you stop at the lighthouse.

Your old friend Joshua is waiting for you.

I hope all goes well with you.

Good luck.

(INAUDIBLE)

Boss, I don't know about this fantasy. It sounds very dangerous.

It is, my friend. It is very dangerous, indeed.

Hello, Amy.

Good to see you, too.

I... I've got some hot water on for tea. Interested?

MARK: That's the way it is, Mr. Roarke.

Pete Gilbert is a client of mine, and also a very good friend.

But, in the interest of both of us,

I need to get his signature on some papers that I have.

An entire fortune could depend upon it.

I understand your predicament, Mr. Hendricks,

but what you ask may be quite difficult.

All I ask is to find him. After that, I can handle it, I assure you.

Your friend's fantasy was quite unusual.

Well, that's just like Pete. He's always trying to find something new.

Oh, in this case, it was something old.

He wanted to experience the adventure, the excitement of 18th century England.

He wanted to be a swashbuckler.

Well, it figures. Pete even took fencing lessons, if you can imagine.

And guess who his favorite movie hero was?

Uh, who?

Errol Flynn, of course.

But 18th century England? Shades of Tom Jones?

(CHUCKLES)

Of course, you told him it was impossible.

On Fantasy Island, everything is possible.

You don't mean that...

Yes, your friend, Mr. Pete Gilbert,

is at this moment in 18th century England.

And as he does not wish to return here,

the next move is up to you.

Well, I guess 18th century England is as good a place as any to do business.

I was hoping you'd regained your voice by now.

How is your father?

Your brother?

Amy,

why'd you come back here?

You're going to your parents' summerhouse, aren't you?

There's nothing there for you, girl!

It's all over and done with!

Go back to wherever you were and stay there.

Amy,

sometimes

a man living alone, like myself,

forgets how to talk proper,

even though he has a voice.

I hope you'll forgive me shouting at you like that.

It's just...

I worry about you like you were my own.

Sometimes, it seemed like you were.

I remember when you were just a little fish,

running down here, trying to tease me into

letting you turn on the big light or the foghorn.

(SIGHS)

I can remember you

out there in the sunshine, building your sand castles,

yelling for me to "Come out and see.

"Come out and see!"

Amy.

I'll fix dinner for us about 6:00, okay?

It's a date.

If you cross the bridge, the trail will take you to your friend.

Are you sure?

Positive.

Have a pleasant trip.

MAN: Stop in the name of the king!

All right!

Hey, Pete! Pete!

Hey, stop! It's me, Mark!

Out of the way, fool!

Hey!

Hey, Pete, come on back here!

Hey!

(GROANS)

I don't believe any of this!

ROARKE: This fantasy can only work because it is a psychic experience

in which your mother is still alive in your mind.

MRS. MARSON: Oh, there you are, Amy.

Go call your father and brother for dinner. I'll finish dishing things up.

I could have used some help. Where were you?

At the lighthouse.

I wish you wouldn't spend so much time there.

Why?

It doesn't look right, that's all.

Mom, Josh was like...

Like a second father to me.

Well, he isn't your father. He's a man and you're a young woman now.

And I don't want you going there alone.

(SIGHS)

Mother...

Well, what's for dinner?

(LAUGHS) Pot luck. Hey, Ma.

Looks good.

Well, the boat's all ready to go.

Right after dinner, Roger and I'll trailer it right on down to the marina.

And tomorrow night for dinner, we can promise you halibut, sea bass

and maybe even yellow tail.

MR. MARSON: (LAUGHING) Yeah.

I seem to remember the last time the two of you went fishing.

It ended up being something you bought at the market on the way home.

(PARENTS LAUGHING) Oh, yeah?

She's right, and you know it. But this time,

Amy, it'll be different, I promise you.

Yeah, I'll bet.

Well, tonight it's pork chops and scalloped potatoes for sure.

Good.

(INAUDIBLE)

Pete!

Hey, Pete!

Hey, Pete!

(CROWD CHATTERING)

Priscilla, you wench, a tankard of beer, I've a heavy thirst to quench.

In your turn, Master Pete.

Pete?

Finally!

Mark! Yes, Mark.

You do remember your friend and attorney

whom you tried to run over with your horse this afternoon.

(LAUGHING) That was you?

Yes, that was me. Who was chasing you, anyway?

A country squire whom I found lacking in honesty in a game of chance.

And I found it only fair to relieve him of his purse.

But what are you doing here? How'd you get here?

Mr. Roarke.

Oh. Oh.

Now, you listen to me, Pete. I've been try...

Who's your friend, Peter?

Mark, I'd like you to meet Priscilla,

the sauciest wench this side of the Channel.

And, I might add, the loveliest lady

it's ever been my good fortune to meet.

Go on with ye. You'll not bed me down with sweet words.

Well, then, get my friend here a tankard of beer while I think of a new approach.

What are you doing here, Mark?

Well, I came here to find you.

Pete, you remember that land we invested in six years ago?

Well, they want to build an airport right over the top of it.

We've finally made it this time, Pete.

Did you hear what I said?

We're gonna be rich.

Mark, I'm really not interested.

You gotta be kidding.

Look, Pete, I know, you're sick.

Well, don't worry. I'll get you safely back home,

we'll find the best doctor...

Mark, I am not sick. I'm happy. I like it here.

You go ahead and take all the money.

Well, I can't close this deal without you, Pete.

You've got hundreds of things to sign here. Papers from the bank...

Please, please, a lady doesn't conduct herself like a wench.

At least not in a public house.

Forgive me, my fair lady, but I had the need of a tender taste

to tide me over until the main course. Later.

We'll see about that.

Would you believe that I love her?

I do.

Listen to me, Mark, and try to understand.

I'm the kind of guy who never belonged anywhere.

I think I was born in the wrong time.

I mean, out of step with the corporate structure, never fit the pattern...

Pete, you're talking nonsense!

No, it's the truth.

I was kind of, I don't know, lost in time

till I met Mr. Roarke and till I came here.

Now, all the things I want to do, all the things I can do,

belong right here. And I'm not bored.

You know what I'm trying to say, Mark? For the first time in my life, I'm alive.

I'm living.

Do you mean to say that you couldn't learn to live with two million dollars?

Oh, let's not talk about that anymore.

I mean, you're here now, so...

So why not try it my way? At least for tonight.

Well, that's easy for you to say.

Mark, you can't get back until Mr. Roarke arranges it. You're stuck here anyway.

(CHUCKLING) I mean, loosen up. Relax. Have a ball.

I see it's not taking you too long to pick up on our customs.

Do you mean all the women here eat like that?

(LAUGHING) Well, it all depends on their mood.

Well, what would you say her mood is?

Uh, agreeable.

That's the way things work around here, Mark.

Think about it.

(PLAYING FOLK MUSIC)

(LAUGHING)

Oh, do you remember how old you were when I taught you that dance?

You were nine.

All arms and legs and braces on your teeth.

Look at you now.

I'll walk you home.

(INAUDIBLE)

Hey,

uh, Amy.

I, uh,

never had a chance to tell you how sorry I was about your mother.

(DOOR OPENING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

Pete, will you look at this?

I look ridiculous.

Now, don't worry about it. You look great. Now just relax.

You use my room tonight. I've got other plans.

Yeah, so I gather.

I'll see you in the morning.

(SIGHS)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

I was watching to see which room was yours.

Well, actually, it's my friend's room...

The moment I saw you, I knew.

Well, I was hoping that we'd be introduced, but I...

Kiss me!

Oh, I knew that beneath that rough peasant's clothing was a real man.

A gentleman in disguise.

Well, I can explain. You see, about the clothes...

No need, my brawny pet!

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

MAN: Margaret!

We're closed for the evening! Be off with ye!

Margaret!

Margaret!

Margaret!

Margaret!

My husband! My Lord!

I'm undone! I can do you!

Oh, I don't mean that, you ninny!

He'll kill me and you, too!

(BOTH EXCLAIMING)

And now, you swine, you shall taste the cold steel of my sword.

Pete! Pete! Pete! Pete!

Step aside, sir. I have no quarrel with you.

If you mean harm to my friend, sir, then your quarrel is with me.

As you wish.

MARK: Help! Help! Call the guards! Hurry!

(GROANS)

(SOLDIER GROANS)

Mark!

(SHOUTING)

(EXCLAIMING)

Ow!

Ha!

Hold it! Don't kill him!

We surrender.

(AMY GROANS)

Now, will you please hold still? The seams are only pinned together.

AMY: You're telling me.

Is it a little tight through the bust?

Well, we can fix that.

AMY: How do I look?

Like a young lady.

Beautiful. My beautiful daughter.

Thanks, Mom. It's just great.

Let's see what we can do about this now.

(YELPS)

(INAUDIBLE)

Ma!

Oh! No!

Amy, hide!

Ma.

No! No! No!

MRS. MARSON: No!

Ma! Ma!

No!

(SCREAMS)

(INAUDIBLE)

Ma!

MARK: Loosen up, you said. Have a ball.

Hold it, someone's coming.

Man here to measure your necks, lads.

I understand the judge is gonna give you a choice.

The axe or hanging.

Now listen, you, we demand due process. A fair trial.

Mr. Roarke.

How are you, Mr. Gilbert?

Hey, enough of these niceties. Get us out of here.

Oh, I'm afraid that is not possible at this moment, Mr. Hendricks.

But they're gonna kill us! Please, take us back to Fantasy Island!

Well, unfortunately, the forces that affect the transfer to that time zone

are at a very low ebb right now, a very low ebb.

No, I came only to tell you that, uh,

you must extricate yourself from this problem.

How?

You are a lawyer, are you not?

Well, yes.

Well, what chance will an 18th century judge have against the brilliance

of your 20th century mind, Mr. Hendricks?

But I haven't had a...

Well, yes, of course. You're...

You're right about my mind.

Enjoy yourselves, gentlemen.

(SOFTLY) Goodbye, Mr. Roarke.

Goodbye, Mr. Gilbert.

(MAN WHIMPERING)

(FOOTSTEPS)

(GASPS)

Ma!

JOSHUA: No!

No!

No!

(GROANING)

Ma!

No! No! No! No!

Stop!

Are you all right, Miss Marson?

Are you all right?

Please answer me. You can do it.

He...

He was gonna hurt Joshua.

No, no.

I was afraid for Amy. I struck him.

He never meant to harm anyone.

I know.

I know.

You saw how your mother died.

She ran... Yes.

She fell. She fell.

She fell.

The guilt was never yours, Miss Marson.

She...

She fell?

It was an... It was an accident?

Yes, Mr. Templar, an accident.

Not murder, as you had thought.

(SIGHS)

Amy.

Amy, he's

my illegitimate son.

He was born

defective.

His mother rejected him. I couldn't blame her,

but he was mine.

I took care of him because...

'Cause I loved him.

Mr. Templar kept him here all these years.

JOSHUA: Well, at first, I tried to get help.

I placed him in an institution, but he only escaped and came back home.

Then after

your mother died, I...

I kept him under lock and key.

I was... I was always afraid after that.

Ma.

Ma.

Ma.

That word, I...

I heard it that night. What does it mean?

That's just his...

His word for mother.

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

(DRUMMER PLAYING EXECUTION MARCH)

How can I put up a defense when I don't even know what the charges are?

So, we meet again.

Now, look, sir,

I can explain everything that happened.

Explain to the executioner.

Take them away.

(CHUCKLES)

Who is he, anyway?

His Worship, the Judge.

Oh, no!

You mean, he's the one that's going to preside over our trial?

What trial? He just gave you one back there.

Mr. Roarke, am I ever glad to see you.

What's the plan?

Who's Roarke? What are you talking about?

We are done for.

Get ready.

Ready for what?

You, to the block.

(RAPID DRUMMING)

Now!

EXECUTIONER: Hey! What are you doing?

You come back here! Come back here!

They're getting away! Don't let them get away!

(EXECUTIONER CONTINUES SHOUTING)

(URGING HORSES)

Hey, Pete!

By the bridge!

Are you ready to return to Fantasy Island, Mr. Hendricks?

Sure.

Come on, Pete, let's go.

Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, Mark,

but Priscilla and I have decided to

get married and stay right here in the 18th century.

Now, please understand, Mark.

I can handle it here. I belong here.

Where's the paper you were supposed to sign?

Well, Mark's briefcase is still back in jail.

Perhaps this might be of some help.

Power of Attorney?

Sign my name to anything you want.

Goodbye, Mark.

Goodbye.

Priscilla.

I hope you find what you're looking for.

I already have.

Good luck.

Farewell, my darling peasant.

SOLDIER: There they are! After them!

I'm not exactly sure what's happened here, Mr. Roarke, but I know I'm very happy.

So are we, Miss Marson.

Thank you.

What's gonna happen to Joshua and...

Joshua will stay on at the lighthouse.

His son has already been taken to an

institution, where he will be properly cared for.

I'm glad.

You've got a beautiful voice.

Thank you, Tattoo.

Goodbye. Bye.

Ah, Mr. Roarke.

I want to thank you. You've done a great deal for me.

Someday I'd like to come back and visit Pete.

You'd be more than welcome, Mr. Hendricks.

Thank you.

Bye.

MARK: Look, boarding that plane. That's Margaret!

But I thought she was back in the 18th century. I don't understand.

She had a fantasy, too.

Margaret, her last name is Stobel,

wanted to be married to a powerful public official in the 18th century.

Well, do you think she'd settle for a 20th century attorney at law,

who hopes to become a judge someday?

Well, why not ask the lady herself?

Thanks.

I'll do just that.

Margaret! Margaret!