Fantasy Island (1977–1984): Season 1, Episode 10 - Superstar/Salem - full transcript

The plane! The plane!

Hi, boss. Hi.

How do you like my new camera?

Oh, handsome,
Tattoo. Very handsome.

- It's my new hobby.
- Oh, that's nice.

There is a great deal of scenic beauty
to be photographed on Fantasy Island.

I'm not into scenery, boss. I'm
mostly into people. That's where it's at.

Hold that smile.

Your picture will be ready
Thursday. Come see me.

Uh, how much do you charge for
your, uh, photographic services, Tattoo?

Charge?



Boss, why do you always
have to be so mercenary?

Smiles, everyone. Smiles!

Mr. Richard Delaney
and his wife, Dora.

They look nice.
Why are they here?

Uh, Mrs. Delaney believes
it's for a second honeymoon.

But there is more? Oh,
there is indeed, Tattoo.

Mr. Delaney has a much more ambitious
secret fantasy he wants to accomplish.

Let me guess. All right.

It's got something to do
with beautiful women, right?

It so happens
Mr. Delaney's a baseball fan.

And his fantasy is one
shared by millions of others.

He wants to play on
a major league team.

For one brief, shining moment,

Mr. Richard Delaney of Chicago,
Illinois, wants to be a baseball superstar.



Superstar? He does not look
strong enough to be a batboy.

Martha and Walter Tate.

The Tates are disenchanted
with today's permissive society.

Their fantasy is one
shared by a lot of people.

They want to find a place where
morality has not broken down.

And the good old-fashioned
American values still prevail.

That's not gonna be easy.

Nor, I'm afraid,
will it be quite...

what Mr. and Mrs. Tate expect.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Honey, would you
excuse me for a second?

I'll be right back. Sure.

Oh, Mr. Roarke?
Mr. Roarke? Oh, yes.

Uh, listen, I know you're very
busy. I-I don't mean to interrupt.

Mr. Delaney, you're
not interrupting at all.

You want to know when your
fantasy is going to begin, right?

Um, Tommy? Tommy, would you
come here for a moment, please?

That's Tommy Lasorda, the
manager of the Los Angeles Dodgers.

It is indeed. He's
here with a group of

All-Stars, getting
ready for a goodwill tour.

Uh, Tommy, this is the, uh, pitching
prospect I've been telling you about.

Oh, sure. Delano.
Hey, glad to meet you.

Uh, it's Delaney. And it's
certainly an honor to meet you, sir.

I'm just on my way
down to the practice field.

But we're playing a
game this afternoon.

Be glad to have you aboard.

Well, uh, to tell you the
truth, Mr. Lasorda, um...

Ah, Mr. Delaney
will be there, Tommy.

And I think you're going to be
very impressed with what you see.

I'm sure I will.
Thanks, Mr. Roarke.

See you this afternoon, Delano.

Uh, it's Delaney.

That's really Tommy Lasorda.

Richard, who was that man you
and Mr. Roarke were talking to? Oh!

Um, his name is, uh, Tommy.

He's a real nice guy. He just thought maybe
we'd do a little fishing this afternoon.

Uh, you don't mind, do you? You said
you wanted to go to the hairdresser's.

No, I don't mind. You go
ahead and have a good time.

I know how much
you like your fishing.

Almost as much as
you like your baseball.

You have asked to experience
old-fashioned values.

Well, before you stands a community
set in the 1690s, offering precisely that.

And, uh, that quaint
white house across from

the bookbinder's, is your
home for the weekend.

It's lovely, Mr. Roarke.

But I must give you a friendly
word of caution, Mr. and Mrs. Tate.

In leaving the present
to enter the past,

you may be giving up
more than you anticipate...

and receiving something
that, uh, you may not wish.

I don't think so, Mr. Roarke.

But thank you for caring though.

We're very grateful. Thank you.

Thanks. Good-bye.

Let us hope that their
gratitude is not premature.

Come on, Walter. You look fine.

Well, I don't know about that.

Uh, these shoes,
they hurt my ankles.

I'm gonna go back and get
my sneakers. Oh, nonsense.

You'll get used to those buckle shoes.
Now pull up your socks and put on your hat.

We don't want our new neighbors to
think my husband is behind the times.

All right. All right.

Come on.

Help! Help me!

Help! Prithee, help me!
What is it? Are you all right?

It was Ned. He threw me to the
ground and then tried to kick me,

then ran off when
he heard you coming.

No man has a right to
treat any woman like that.

Where did he go?
Oh, there he is.

But have a care.
Ned is very strong.

Be thou the Tates,
Walter and Martha?

Yes, but how did you know?

Because thou art strangers, and we have
been expecting thee to be our new smith.

Smith? Blacksmith, sir.

We have been expecting
thee to tend the town forge.

I used to run my
grandfather's smitty...

during the summertime,
back on the farm.

Roarke. How did
Roarke know that?

Roarke? Oh, a friend of ours.

Thee best hurry,
Mistress Proctor.

Dr. Whitfield will
brook no delay.

And all are expected. All.

We're all expected
to do what? Where?

To the town square. Everyone
must attend under penalty of law.

Come.

Heads up out there.

Hey, that's Steve Garvey.

And over there is, um, Fred
Lynn of the Boston Red Sox.

Come on, Garvey! Let's
see you get ahold of one!

Comin' your way, Freddy.

All right, let's go.

And George Brett
from Kansas City.

Oh!

And his brother, Ken Brett.

Ken Brett, he won the
All-Star game a few years ago.

And Ellis Valentine. He played
in the All-Star game last year.

Looks like an All-Star
game right now.

They're all here. Just like
you said they would be.

I'm so glad you're pleased.
Oh, you better suit up.

The, uh, clubhouse
is over there.

Uh, yeah. Couldn't we just
watch a little while longer?

But the game is gonna
start in 10 minutes.

Is something wrong, Mr. Delaney?

Yeah. Actually, it's my wife,
Dora. She's at the hotel, all alone.

I think... Maybe we
better call this off for now.

Uh, Mr. Delaney, the
fantasy you requested...

was to pitch against some of the
great players in baseball, wasn't it?

Yeah, I know. I-It was.

Well?

Well...

Mr. Roarke, I've wanted to be a
professional baseball player all my life.

I mean, dreaming
about it is one thing.

But actually being
here, holy cow.

They're gonna laugh me off
that mound after my first pitch.

It is said the saddest
thing in the world...

is the loss of all the marvelous hopes
and dreams that never came true...

because those who dreamed the dreams
were afraid of the laughter of others.

Here. Let me give you
something for good luck.

It is said Sandy Koufax pitched
his perfect game with this ball.

Have faith in
yourself, Mr. Delaney.

Have faith in Fantasy Island.

Hey, Delano! Huh?

Come on. Let's go. We got
a uniform all waiting for you.

Come on. Let's go, buddy.

Hey, the way I got it figured, we're
gonna open up with Catfish Hunter.

We'll go with Ken Brett,
the middle three. Right.

And if he runs out of gas,
you're my man, Delano.

Fred Lynn, Steve Garvey,

George Brett, Ellis Valentine.

I think Mr. Delaney
better hope for rain.

Sounds like everyone's
having a good time.

Well now, good people!

Enough merriment.
Enough merriment.

Bring forth old Pugh.

Why, the man is drunk.

Aye, Mistress Tate. 'Tis
the third time this month.

Quiet. I pray thee, quiet.

So that thou mayest hear
the judgment rendered this day.

Who's he? Dr. Whitfield,
chief elder of our town. Shh.

Hezekiah Pugh,

thou stand accused of shameful
intoxication within the public square.

How say you? Oh, guilty.

Hezekiah Pugh, for thy crime...

thou shalt receive
30 lashes well laid on.

Oh, nay! I pledge thee
never to drink again.

Oh, please have
mercy. Have mercy.

Take him away.

Thirty lashes?
Walter, that's barbaric.

I can't believe
they'll really do it.

They'll probably just scare
him and send him home.

The law must be upheld
for the common good.

Whosoever shall break the
law will surely be punished.

As newcomers, you must
know that this is our way of life.

These good people are
Martha and Walter Tate.

Pleased to meet
you, Dr. Whitfield.

I bid thee welcome. And I
admonish thee to cleave unto the law.

That man, Hezekiah Pugh... Is it
necessary to give him 30 lashes?

Hezekiah Pugh acted
immorally. For this he is punished.

Wilt thou come
with me to my home?

We shall study the Scriptures and meditate
upon the evils which abound in this life.

I-I thank thee most heartily,
but I have chores to attend to.

Chores can wait.
Thy soul cannot.

Uh, Doctor, sorry, but Charity is
going to help us out this afternoon.

As ye wish, Mistress Proctor.

At my side, I could have
done this girl great good.

Do not again meddle
in my rightful affairs.

I thank thee. I had no
taste for study this day.

We didn't help you avoid
Dr. Whitfield without reason.

We would like you
to show us around.

That I shall do with the
lightest of hearts. Come.

Baker Goodfriend, I think we should
keep close watch on our new neighbors.

In the second inning, Hunter
stretches, here's the pitch.

It's a deep drive
to center field.

And Valentine moves
to second on the play.

It is obvious that Hunter
doesn't have the good stuff.

Gil Stratton's
driving the action...

as Steve Garvey comes to the bat
with men on first and second base.

And Garvey rips one down
the left field line, but it is foul.

It is 0 and 1 on Steve Garvey.

Well, that's some
smitty all right.

I live above your shop. I pray
that we shall be allowed to remain.

Of course you'll
be able to remain.

I think we can all
be very happy here.

I am pleased. Doubly pleased that
thee also wish to buy my firewood.

It is how I earn my bread since my
husband died last winter of the fever.

Husband? But
you're only a child.

Nay, Mistress. I was
fully 13 when I wed.

I could have married
two years earlier,

but I stubbornly insisted on
waiting until I knew my own mind.

Dr. Whitfield wanted
me to marry him,

but I wouldn't have any
man except Andrew Proctor.

Come. Let me show you your shop.

Imagine, a girl that
age already a widow.

It's sad. Well, let's have a
look-see at our forge. Come on.

Well, it's been some time
since this has been in use.

Once we sweep it up, let a
little light in, it'll do just fine.

Walter, there's someone in here.

Methinks I know pumpkin-head.

Ethan! Ethan Proctor,
come out this instant!

Please, Mother, don't
punish me. It was but a prank.

Oh, Charity, don't spank
him. Boys will be boys.

And he is a fine-looking boy.

But I must not be permissive. I
must discipline him for frivolity.

Dr. Whitfield says it's
lure to the devil's minions.

The best way to keep the
devil away is by hard work.

Now, Ethan, are you gonna
help me reopen the forge here?

May I tend the fire, sir?

No. First we have to sweep up.

Charity, what is it? The bell.

There has been a death.
It is the undertaker's cart.

It's old Pugh, the drunk.

He perished under the lash. It is God's
judgment on him for his sinful ways.

It wasn't the Almighty
who used the whip.

That man was beaten to death.

The law must be upheld.

Or would you have had us be
lenient with a breaker of the law?

I ask you again to come to my
house for the sake of your soul.

Thou mayest prepare
my evening meal.

Charity is eating with us.

Walter, Dr. Whitfield
frightens me.

Ken right on the mound. He's
pitched very well, but he could be tiring.

There's a man on first base. He is now
in his fifth inning of relief for Hunter.

And it's low for a ball.
Ellis Valentine is the batter.

Ken Brett has pitched extremely well since
he came in in the second inning in relief.

How 'bout a little
high fastball, Ken?

You'll be lucky to even
see this pitch, Valentine.

Here's the pitch.

And Valentine hits
a drive to deep left

center field. It's going
in for extra bases.

All the way out to
the 377-foot mark.

Valentine, stopping at second
base... Having a good time, Tattoo?

Boss, you're missing
a great game. Really?

It's 5-4 in the ninth.

Uh, how's Mr. Delaney doing?

So far, so good. He
has not played yet.

Top of the ninth inning,
and there is nobody

out in this Fantasy
Island All-Star game.

And ball three on the batter.
Manager Tommy Lasorda is worried.

I think Brett is getting tired.

He has already pitched
five shutout innings.

And that's ball four.

He's walked them, and that fills the
bases. And that brings out Lasorda.

- How do you feel, Ken?
- Sorry, Tommy, I'm bushed.

I'm gonna tell you. You pitched five
great innings. I'm really proud of you.

Delano!

Lasorda making his
pitching change now.

- Delano!
- It's Delano.

- Come on, get in here.
- Check that.

It's Delaney, number 37,
coming into the ball game.

Here you go, Delano. Oh, no,
thank you. I already have one.

Good luck, kid. Thanks a lot.

Now the fans give Ken Brett a
nice hand for his five innings of work.

You're in a tough spot, kid. You
have the bases loaded, nobody out.

And three of the greatest hitters
in the game coming up to the plate.

I know you can do it. Take all
the warm-up pitches you need.

No, I don't need any.
Hey, everybody warms up.

Uh, well, not me. I just
sort of throw the ball.

He's ready.

Okay, let's play ball.

Now Delaney must face
the heart of the batting order.

George Brett of the
Kansas City Royals,

Steve Garvey of the
Los Angeles Dodgers,

and Fred Lynn of
the Boston Red Sox.

What a spot for an
unknown pitcher.

This is gonna be a
real test for Delaney.

And he's not even taking
any warm-up pitches.

George Brett steps
in. Here's the first pitch.

Strike one!

And he swings and
misses for strike one.

I'm still just warmin' up.

0 and 1 count on George
Brett. Here's the pitch.

- Strike two!
- Hey, Ump, take a look
at that ball!

I don't know what that ball was
doing. Give me the ball, Robbie.

Nothin' wrong with the
ball, George. Play ball!

It's not a knuckleball,

but it's doing all
kinds of tricks up there.

Look at that pitch!
Three! You're out.

It's strike three. He
struck George Brett out...

on three consecutive
pitches. Hey, not bad.

He needs two more outs to
save the game for Ken Brett.

♪♪ This brings Steve Garvey
of the Dodgers to the plate.

Boy, does he have power.

Here's Delaney's pitch.

- And Garvey swings and misses.
- I don't believe this guy.

This is not a knuckleball. It's not a
flutter-ball. It's not a blooper-pitch.

But it's doing all kinds of tricks
coming up there. Strike two!

And Garvey swings
and misses for strike two!

Hey.

Delaney one strike away
from striking out Steve Garvey.

And he's done it! He struck out Steve
Garvey on three consecutive pitches.

So on six pitches, he has retired
George Brett and Steve Garvey.

And the former M.V.P. of the Boston
Red Sox, Fred Lynn coming to bat.

He'll have the advantage,
as he's a left-handed hitter...

facing Delaney's
right-handed slants.

He certainly needs
his confidence now.

Strike one! And yet
he swings and misses.

I tell ya... I have
never seen this kind of

stuff. Not even taking
any warm-up pitches.

Here comes the second pitch. It wiggles,
and Lynn doesn't really take a cut at it...

Hey, what is that guy throwin'?

He's one strike away
from retiring the side.

And here it comes. And it is
strike three and Fred Lynn is out.

And I thought Nolan
Ryan was tough.

He has struck out the
side and won the game.

An amazing pitching performance
by a virtual unknown, Richard Delaney.

Well, listen, you know...

Some kind of pitching,
Delaney. Thanks a lot, Ellis.

Oh, hey, Mr. Roarke.

Mr. Roarke, I did
it. I really did it.

I struck out three of the
greatest players in baseball.

- I'm glad you're happy.
- Happy? Are you kidding?

This is my dream come true.
Thank you very much. Thanks, Tattoo.

Hey, Delano!

Delano! Hey, you
were all right out there.

It's Delaney. Delaney.
Richard C. Delaney.

Sure, Delaney. I just
hope I see your name

on the back of a Dodger
uniform this season.

What? That's
where I'm going now.

To make a long distance phone call to see
if I can get somebody from the office...

to come down here and
see you pitch tomorrow.

You can pitch
tomorrow, can't you?

Oh, yeah. I guess so. But, uh...

Hey, I gotta go now.
But promise me one thing.

Yeah? That you won't
sign with anyone...

until you give us a
chance to make an offer.

Oh, sure, Tommy. Fine. I'll listen
to anything you guys have to say.

Thank you. Gotta
go now, kid. Okay.

Sutton, John,
Rowe... and Delaney.

That's all right.

Good night, Ethan.
Good night, Mother.

Ethan should be
asleep very soon.

Charity, Walter and I want you and Ethan
to stay here until he's feeling better.

The quarters above the
smitty are just too drafty.

I thank thee for making
us so welcome in thy home.

Ethan and I have not
known such kindness of late.

Why? I should think everyone
in town would like you.

I am a young widow, and as such
represent temptation to the married men.

Dr. Whitfield has asked me to wed him
soon, lest I corrupt the community and...

Oh, enough of this serious talk.
Come on. Let's have some fun.

I haven't played
one of these in years.

Well, this is just
like a bicycle.

What is a bicycle?

Well, it's something you ride. And
once you learn how, you never forget.

Now, stop talking and
start dancing. Come on.

Let's dance. Come on.

Curtsy. Around.

And around again.

Curtsy.

♪♪

What manner of
blasphemy is this?

When darkness falls, all good men
are in quiet meditation and prayer,

lest the forces of
evil fall upon them.

Forces of evil? We were
just having some innocent fun.

Inflaming the passions of a young
widow seems to give thee pleasure.

Master Weaver is right.

Thou hast been a loose woman
too long for the good of this town.

Thou shalt marry
me on the morrow.

Nay. I love thee not;
therefore, I shall marry thee not.

This is thy work, Master Tate.

Thou hast turned her against the
town and the wisdom of the elders.

For that, thou shalt
be punished. Take him.

Keep your hands off me!

Leave my husband
alone! Dr. Whitfield, please!

Perhaps the dunking stool will
teach thee a lesson in humility.

Take him to the pillory. At first light,
thy punishment shall be meted out to thee.

No! Let him go.

I know not from whence
thy came, mistress.

But thy husband's actions are
a crime here in Salem Town.

Salem? Do not jest
with me, Master Tate.

Thou knowst 'tis Salem,
Massachusetts when thou art in it.

Salem? They burn
people here at the stake.

They do if that is the
judgment Dr. Whitfield passes.

♪♪

Ah, Mr. Delaney.

Are you and your wife
having dinner here tonight?

We're just finishing
up. The food is terrific.

Like everything else on this island.
I'm glad you're having a good time.

You and Mrs. Delaney
must be very excited.

Well, as a matter of
fact, I haven't told her yet.

- You haven't told her?
- No. I started to
half a dozen times.

But how do you... How do you
convince somebody that instead of fishing,

you were striking out three
of the best hitters in baseball...

in the ninth inning with
all the bases loaded?

I see your point.

Yeah, I figure if everything goes
well tomorrow, then I'll tell her.

Tomorrow?

Oh, Mr. Roarke, there are things happening
here that even you don't know about.

Terrific things. Indeed.

- Uh, well, your wife
is waiting for you.
- I'll talk to you later.

You know, this vacation
is just what you needed.

I haven't seen you this happy and confident
and handsome since we got out of college.

Hmm.

Oh, there's the Maxwells.

You mean, Mr. Maxwell my boss?

Yes. Oh, I guess
I forgot to tell you.

They just flew in. I ran into them
today out by the swimming pool.

And Mr. Maxwell seemed quite
pleased to discover we were here.

Why is that?

Something to do with a business
meeting tomorrow afternoon.

Tomorrow afternoon
is impossible.

Oh, he said it wouldn't take
very long. Just a couple of hours.

Honey, it's not fair.
We're on vacation.

But, honey,
Mr. Maxwell is your boss.

And we can't stay on
Fantasy Island forever.

For his blasphemous crime, let
punishment be delivered unto him.

They'll drown him. Nay.

But pray that he takes not the
fever when they are finished.

That is how my Andrew died.

Your husband was dunked?

Aye. He kissed me in the marketplace,
thinking none were about to see.

And for this, Dr. Whitfield
dunked him eight times.

Oh, Walter. Are you all right?

Thank you. Probably the
best T-bone I ever had.

Delaney, there you are.

Been looking all over for you. Didn't
your wife give you my message?

Yes, sir. She did. Just before
she went on the island tour.

Well then, why didn't you
come to my bungalow?

Well, I guess it's because
I read somewhere...

that Sandy Koufax always ate a
big steak before he pitched a game.

What are you talking about?

Don't you realize we have
important papers to go over...

before our meeting with
the client this afternoon?

Anyone ever tell you that
you're a rude man, Mr. Maxwell?

That's one of the reasons
why Maxwell Unlimited...

has never been anything more
than a second-rate company.

I didn't come to your bungalow because
I have other things to do this afternoon.

Other things? Other... What could
be more important than our business?

Well, for starters, a
baseball game. Baseball?

And for finishers, telling
you what I think of you.

And feeling like a man again.

Delaney, you walk out on me now
and you can keep right on walking,

because you won't
have a job anymore.

You know something?
That's the other thing

wrong with the way you
run Maxwell Unlimited.

You're always so
damn predictable.

How long have I been sleeping?

Most of the day.
How do you feel?

Oh, soggy and sore all over.

Oh, for a nice hot shower and a
cup of coffee in front of our TV set.

I'm beginning to
miss our lifestyle too.

Well, it's too late to
think about that now.

We've got our fantasy, and we'll have
to stick with it until the weekend is over.

And besides, Charity
is gonna need our help.

She's been very
worried about you too.

Oh, Martha, we can't let that
Whitfield character get his hooks into...

Ethan, he has the fever! Oh.

It is the way his father
began, chills and aches.

Come over here.
Sneezing, then that evil fever.

That's a boy. Just sit down there.
Nothing to worry about, Charity.

Martha used to be a nurse's
aide. She knows what she's doing.

His pulse is fine. His
glands are barely swollen.

He just has a touch of a
fever. I think it's just a little flu.

Nay. My son has taken fever and must
be treated, or he will die like his father!

I must get Dr. Whitfield
to tend him!

It isn't necessary,
Charity. Ethan will be fine.

He probably just has an allergy.

That and a touch
of flu. Charity!

Charity.

Well, maybe she'll think it
over before she finds Whitfield.

I hope so. Get me a dipper
of water, will you, dear?

You're always teasing me about
carrying my drug store around with me.

But a couple of aspirin and an
antihistamine ought to do the trick.

All right, son. Open your hand.

That's a boy. Swallow the pill.

One more. Right, now.

Going to the mound for
the Los Angeles Dodgers,

that new pitching
sensation, Richard Delaney.

Mister?

Yeah?

- When's the game start?
- Oh, it's not gonna start
for about an hour yet.

- I just wanted to
come out early.
- You one of the All-Stars?

Oh, no. Not exactly. I'm
sort of, uh, trying out today.

I'm a pitcher. Did
pretty good yesterday.

Can I warm you up?
I got a catcher's mitt.

I usually don't warm up.
Well, okay. Go ahead.

Ready?

- You're gonna be a pitcher?
- Oh, I'm sorry. That one
sort of got away from me.

I bet you can't strike me out.

- Don't be silly.
- She's pretty good.

What's the matter?
You afraid, mister?

- Of course
I'm not afraid!
- Then let me try.

I told you I was
pretty good, mister.

Try again. She just got lucky.

Yeah. Pretty lucky.

Mr. Delaney...
It's over, isn't it?

Mr. Delaney, your
fantasy was to pitch against

some of the greatest
players in baseball.

Now, isn't that what
you did? Yesterday?

Yes.

But my boss, what
I told my boss...

Yes, I know, Mr. Delaney.

And I'm sorry. I'm very sorry.

I don't get it, boss. What?

How can you let
this happen, boss?

He's such a nice man.
Let what happen, Tattoo?

Poor Mr. Delaney. His whole
life has been turned inside out.

He even lost his job.

So it would appear.

But remember, Tattoo,
this is Fantasy Island.

Stand aside. Stand aside.
Let me minister unto the lad.

He must be bled and purged until the vapors
which infect his spirit are drained away.

What are you doing,
Whitfield? What's in that pot?

Those are leeches, sir.
What dost thou expect?

To suck the poison from
his veins and bring him rest.

Stop it!

He doesn't need you, your leeches
or your purges. His fever's broken.

'Tis truth. The
fever is no more.

Then thou hast employed satanic
means to take the fever from his body.

Stand now before thy
accuser! Thomas Goodfriend!

Sir! Tell them what
thou has witnessed!

With mine eyes, sir,
did I see this woman and

man deliver strange
potions unto the lad...

with many incantations
and supplications to the devil.

That's a lie!

I only gave him aspirin and a...

Here, sir, are
the tools of Satan.

What is this?

The evidence... is overwhelming!

Martha and Walter Tate, thou hast been
found guilty of being servants of Satan.

A witch and a consort come to this
town to destroy our piety and safety.

For that crime, I sentence thee to be
burnt at the stake at the rise of the sun.

And may God have
mercy on thy soul!

That's it!

You call in Roarke right
now. Tell him to stop this thing!

I know none such as Roarke. Is
that another name for Beelzebub...

or the familiar spirit you use to
communicate thy wishes to thy dark master?

Take them away!

♪♪

You're so quiet tonight, honey. There
must be something wrong. I can always tell.

No. It's okay, honey. I just
have a little headache, that's all.

You see? I always know
when there's something.

Hello, Delaney. Mr. Maxwell.

I would like to apologize.

Apologize?

I've been thinking
about what you said.

I am gruff. And
perhaps, too predictable.

But until today, I didn't
know I had anyone

in my company with
guts enough to tell me.

I would like for you to come
by my bungalow tomorrow...

so we can discuss your
future with the company.

And believe me,
son, you have one.

Thanks.

Yes.

Well, what was that all about?

Uh, it's nothing, dear.

But this sure is Fantasy Island.

I'd like to be able to touch
your hand, but I can't reach it.

Oh, Walter, I can't believe
this is actually happening.

Do you believe they're
really going to burn us?

Don't think about it, Martha.

I don't know, Walter.
I'm not very brave.

You are, honey.
Of course you are.

Shh. What's that?

Hey! Mistress Quigley!
What brings thee here?

Oh, I missed thee, Thomas, when thou
didst not come to the tavern this evening.

So I came to see thee.
Oh, thou came'st to me.

So thou missed thy
reverence, my love.

Well, let's be at it, my dove.

But, uh, we-we best move out, in
case Dr. Whitfield might be about.

Ooh. He might see us.

Charity, you shouldn't be here.

Oh, shh. Speak not,
lest thou give us away.

I-I paid Mistress Quigley to
distract Master Goodfriend...

so that I might free thee.

N-Now, go. Run for
thy lives. Come with us.

Charity, you can't stay here and
let Whitfield force you into marriage.

I promise thee it
will not happen.

I shall love and remember
thee. Now go. Run. I pray thee.

We'll love and remember
you too, Charity. Thank you.

Stop! Prisoners! Stop!

To arms! To arms!

The witches have escaped!
The witches have escaped!

They must not escape to
work further satanic evil.

Kill them on sight. Kill them!

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Okay. Come on!

Oh! Come on, honey.

Oh, I can't. I
think it's sprained.

Sprained or not, we've got
to get out of here. Come on.

Search in every crevice, every
corner. They must not escape!

We can't stay here.

The sun will be up
soon. They'll find us.

Don't think I can run another
step. Oh, honey, you have to.

You know the jungle
behind our house?

The place that
Roarke dropped us off?

If we can just get to it.

Now come on, honey, try.

The witches! There
they are! After them!

Now we have them! Kill! Kill!

There they are! Kill
them! There they are!

Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Tate.
How good to see you again.

Did you find the perfect morality and
simple life you longed for so very much?

No. We found nothing but
ignorance and intolerance.

And a monstrous man who
traded on fear to rule the people.

Really? My, my.

How much that sounds
like our present world.

How much that sounds like any
century in which man has ever lived.

Perhaps there is a very
good lesson to be learned.

Uh, but later, after
you've freshened up.

I must say, you do look
exhausted. Uh, after you.

Well, Mr. Delaney, I hope you
have been satisfied in your visit here.

Uh, more than my wildest dreams.

You didn't just give me one
fantasy, you gave me two.

Oh, no, no. If you're referring to the new
understanding you have with your boss,

oh, no, that was
entirely your own doing.

Mr. Roarke, coming here
was just what Richard needed.

Just to relax and do nothing.

No excitement.

It was just the therapy he needed. I
haven't seen him this relaxed in years.

I am so happy we were able to
provide the, uh, tranquillity necessary.

Have a very pleasant trip
home. Thank you very much.

You're very welcome.
Good-bye. Good-bye.

Good-bye. Good-bye, Mr. Delaney.

We want to thank you for
our fantasy, Mr. Roarke.

We both learned
something very important.

Living without indoor
plumbing is not easy.

No. No. But every
age has its difficulties.

You see, running away
certainly isn't the answer.

All ages... past, present or
future... there's nowhere to run to.

Good-bye. Good-bye.

Good-bye. Good-bye.

Bye-bye. Have a pleasant trip.

Bye-bye. Good-bye.

Aki, come here.

Stand there.

Smile, honey.

No, no, no. Wait, Tattoo. Wait.

What's wrong?

Well, you can't take
pictures with this on.

- What's that?
- The lens cap.

- How long has it
been on your camera?
- Since I bought it.

Then all the film you
shot has been wasted.

Film? Who is using film?

Smile for him.