Fantasy Island (1977–1984): Season 1, Episode 13 - Reunion/Anniversary - full transcript

The plane! The plane!

What a beautiful day, boss.

- Aren't we a little formal for
meeting our guests, Tattoo?
- Oh. You noticed?

This is part of
my new magic act.

Oh, you've mastered
another trick, have you?

- Do you want to see it?
- Do I have a choice?

Oh, that's a very
nice trick, Tattoo.

Boss! But this is not the trick!

Take this to my room.

We'll rehearse tonight.

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.



Ah, the Honeybees
are here. Honeybees?

Yes, that's the name
of the club they formed...

when they were best friends
and cheerleaders in high school.

Cheerleaders? I wouldn't
mind being on their team.

The first young lady, the blonde
in the white jeans, is Jill Nolan.

She paid for this
fantasy du jour.

It was at her parents'
resort cabin that the

Honeybees spent their
last weekend together...

10 years ago.

Carol D'Angelo,
standing next to Jill...

and, uh, holding
the yellow flowers,

is now a mother of two, and her
husband runs a supermarket in Dallas.

Next is Agnes Wentworth.

She works as a legal
secretary in Fort Worth.



And, last but not
least, Hannah Baker...

in the pink blouse.

She was the shyest of
the group in high school.

Ironically enough, Hannah
now makes her living...

writing jokes for game shows.

It has been a long time since
the Honeybees lead a cheer,

and now they are
here for a reunion.

That sounds like fun.

Yes, ordinarily it would be,

but, in this case, I'm afraid that
each of our happy, young ladies...

is harboring a
very dark secret...

that could turn their fantasy...

into a nightmare.

Tom and Toni Elgin.

She's a successful playwright,
and he's a brilliant attorney.

Or at least they were eight
years ago when they met,

fell deeply in love
and were married.

For a time their friends
called them the perfect match.

- Is something wrong now?
- Oh, indeed there is, Tattoo.

Mr. Elgin drinks too
much and too often,

and his wife feels it's
destroying their marriage.

And she hopes we can give them
back the happiness they once had.

How can we do that, boss?

By starting at the
very beginning, Tattoo.

By turning back time to
the day they were married.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Now.

Please, watch your step.

Ah, there we are.

A reasonable facsimile
of the beehive, I believe.

Reasonable?

Mr. Roarke, if I
didn't know that my

parents' cabin had been
leveled by a tornado,

I'd swear you'd picked
it up and moved it here.

Oh, I am so glad you're pleased.

And, uh, once inside,
I think you'll find...

we've re-created more
than just, uh, the cabin.

- More?
- Your fantasy, Miss Nolan,
was that we re-create,

as much as possible, that
summer weekend 10 years ago.

We've even provided you with
wigs and clothes of that period.

Seems very isolated around here.

It's 40 miles back
from the main house.

You mean, we're cut off
from the rest of the world?

Well, you're not quite,
uh, cut off, Mrs. D'Angelo.

There's a telephone inside.

And, of course, the
Jeeps will return in two

days to take you all
back to the main house.

Hey, what more can you ask
for? Unless maybe the Beatles.

Huh? One for each of us.

They are not
available this weekend,

but if you ladies get
bored in the evening,

just pick up the phone,

and the great Tattoo will be
here with his magic show...

at your disposal.

- Hey!
- Aww.

Thank you.

We'll be sure and
keep that in mind.

If there'll be nothing else, ladies,
we'll leave you to your reunion.

Thank you! Might
as well get started.

Thank you. Bye-bye.

You're welcome. Have
a wonderful weekend.

Oh, this is great! I love it.

Bye!

Oh, no.

Oh, my... Even the
pictures are the same.

I mean, look!

Remarkable. Oh,
I love it. I love it.

Oh! Wow! Look at this!

Mr. Roarke wasn't kidding about
re-creating more than the cabin.

He's trying to re-create us...

just as we were 10 years ago.

Oh!

There we are, girls...
The Honeybees!

Come on! Let's
get into our minis.

Please, come in.

Mrs. Elgin. Ah, Mrs. Elgin.

Do come in, please.

Sit down, won't you? Thank you.

I trust you have had time to
refresh yourself after your flight?

Yes, thank you very much. Good.

Oh, this sword. Macedonian?

You have an excellent eye.

It belonged to Alexander
the Great. Really?

Yes. How can you be sure?

I have it on very
good authority.

May I offer you some champagne
before we embark on your fantasy?

No, thank you. I'm just
anxious to get started.

I see.

Sit down, won't you? Sit down.

This really means a great
deal to you, doesn't it?

Well, it's not some kick,
if that's what you mean.

Well, in some ways I feel
this may be our last chance.

It was like a dream, those first
few years when we were married.

I hated to go to sleep at
night, the days were so happy.

Oh.

What Tom and I had together was... well,
it was too good to let die without a fight.

And a good fight you
shall have, Mrs. Elgin.

- I think I changed my mind.
- Hmm?

About the champagne.
Oh! I'm delighted.

You know, Tom thinks
I'm a little nuts. Oh?

But he told me I could have anything
I wanted for my anniversary present,

and I said I wanted
us... the way we were.

And so it will be, Mrs. Elgin.

Your fantasy will begin as it
all began eight years ago...

The afternoon of the
day before your wedding.

A chauffeured limousine drove
you the 40 miles from the airport...

to Cap Truman's
house on the coast.

Oh, dear! This is too much!

Oh, Cap! Toni, my darling!

Hey, and Tom! And Tom, of
course. Cap, is it really you?

Well, of course it is.

Who else knows that I... that I
greeted you eight years ago...

with Brandy Alexanders,
isn't that true?

Oh, that's right. This is just
like my dear little place in Florida.

I think this is such a
wonderful idea for a party.

It's, by far, the best idea
you two have ever had.

Well, thank you, Cap.

But I can't take the credit. It
was Toni who thought of it.

Truth is, uh, I thought people
would think we were a bit crazy.

Crazy? Why, it's
marvelous. Come along.

Everyone is just dying
to see you. Everyone?

According to the
instructions sent me,

I was told to ask everyone
that was at the original wedding.

♪♪

But, believe me,
everyone is here.

Uh, the Dupres, of course.
The inevitable Dupres.

Is that Nona Summers?

Would you believe
she's been married and

divorced three times
since you last saw her?

- Now she's free
and flying again, she says.
- She had a way with words.

- Your hormones
are showing, darling.
- I'll say.

Oh! Is that Joe?

Well, of course, my dear. He
was your best man at your wedding.

I didn't expect him
to show his face.

Don't be ridiculous, darling. He
apologized after the fight at the wedding.

He didn't mean to
give you that black eye.

If that great ape tries
pawing you again,

this time there'll be more
than a black eye involved.

Maybe if you hadn't spent so
much time chatting with Nona,

he wouldn't have
had time to paw at me.

Oh, it's so exciting, you two
bickering again. It's just like old times.

That's what Toni
wanted... Old times.

1968. Ah.

I didn't tell Joe, but I was
in love with Dustin Hoffman.

Oh! I made him take me to see
The Graduate about a dozen times.

I cried every time.

I cried at Rosemary's
Baby myself.

And in the summer, I remember
my parents bought the beehive,

and here we are,
just like it was then.

Not quite just like then. I
mean, look in the mirror.

We've all got a few more miles on
us, as my mother keeps reminding me.

Really was great of you to get
us all back together again, Jill.

Hey, what's money for?

Oh, well, Joe would say, "It
comes in handy raising two kids...

Food, clothes,
things like that."

I've often wondered
about having a baby.

They talk about natural
childbirth and everything.

They'd have to put me out.

Absolutely out.

- How did you do it?
- I gotta tell you. I wasn't
ready for it myself.

I could write a book.

Gotta tell you, pain,

terrible fear I went through.

Couldn't know that much fear
unless you went through it yourself.

I've known worse fear.

Yeah, writing jokes
for a depressed comic.

I'm serious.

- When, Hannah?
- It was a night like this.

- The wind was blowing.
- Are you all right?

It was when we still
lived in Michigan,

before I went to
Sam Houston High,

before I met you guys.

I was 14.

There were three of
them. They raped me.

This dark, lonely
street. It was so dark.

The wind was howling.

It was screaming,
just like it is now!

Do you hear it?

Do you hear it?

They hit me, and they hit me,
and they hit me, and then they did it!

Hey, it's all right.
It's all over now.

There's a face in the window!

I don't see anything.

I don't think Hannah did either.

But what if she did?

Oh, here come our lovers!

Ah.

Hey, Ron. Hello, Diane.

How are you, Sally?
Nice to see you.

Hello, darling. So
wonderful to see you. Harriet.

Gosh, it's good to
see you too. Mark.

You know, Tattoo,

they say that the night
before a wedding...

is always the happiest
in any couple's life.

Sounds as if the party
has already started.

Boss, I was thinking.

Yes?

Maybe I can amuse the
guests with my new magic act.

Watch this.

Uh, Tattoo, please, I'm
afraid there won't be time.

Boss, it's a very quick trick.

Indeed. But, you see, the
Reverend Allen is due any moment.

Oh, that's nice. I'm sure
Mrs. Elgin will be very pleased.

On the contrary,
she and Mr. Elgin...

are about to get the
shock of their lives.

Come on, Tattoo. We should
be getting back. Come on.

Tattoo, I said come on.

Oh, good evening!

Uh, folks, the-the clergy is
here, so watch your language.

Hello, Reverend. Reverend
Allen, how did they ever find you?

Believe me, I wouldn't have
missed this for the world.

You don't know how glad
I am to see you. Really?

The reverend did one of your plays...
his church group. It was a benefit.

Yes, the one that was on
Broadway the year you got married.

The third act was so
funny! Care for a little touch?

Oh, thank you,
no, nothing for me.

You know, Toni, we were hoping to
do another one of your plays next year.

Oh? That would be rather
difficult, Your Eminence.

You see, other than poison
pen letters to Dear Abby...

and the people who write the
horoscope in the newspapers,

the old girl doesn't seem
to do much writing anymore.

You really are bad news. I think
if there weren't ladies here, I'd...

You'd what? Punch me in
the face again, gorilla man?

You're really making
a fool of yourself, Tom.

I'm wrong.

Nothing has changed
in eight years, has it?

You took his side then too.

Your Holiness, I should think that there
would be some sort of spiritual law...

against that sort of thing.

A wife turning on her husband.

Well, that's just it... why I had
to drop everything and fly here.

That's just what?

Uh, well, you see, technically,

she isn't really your wife.

Uh, Tom and I are not married?

I'm afraid not.

You see, a couple of months ago I received
notice from the state commissioner.

He notified me that...

due to some technicality in my
license application eight years ago,

there was a period of
about three months...

when it wasn't legal
to marry people.

It was during that
period of time...

that I, um, married you two.

That's crazy. I mean...

Toni, where are you
going? I've got a headache.

Toni, don't walk out on me
like that. Leave me alone!

She's upset. Let her go.

Don't tell me what to do with
my wife. You heard the reverend.

She's not your wife.

A mere technicality, Kong. I
assure you, a mere technicality.

As much as you like to avoid it,
we do have one thing in common...

We both love Toni.

Sad part is, you've got
her, and you're killing her.

Look at yourself in a mirror
sometime. You're a lush!

Now, if you want to drink
yourself to death, that's fine,

but why drag her with you?

Hey, Joe! Joe!
Wait a minute, Joe!

No, no. No! It's terrific.

Toni's fantasy is coming true,
just like it was eight years ago.

Same eye and everything.

Agnes.

Aggie.

Who is it? Who's there?

Downstairs.

Aggie.

Down here.

What's wrong? Somebody
was in my room calling my name.

I told you I saw a face in the window.
Someone was here in the house.

Well, suppose they still
are. So much for reunions.

Call Mr. Roarke.
Let's get out of here.

We can't. What?

We can't call anybody. Oh, no!

Okay, stay calm. Stay calm.

If somebody's here in the house,
we'll meet him on our own terms.

That's all. Here.

Come on. Let's go. All right.

Aggie?

You didn't have to
hide those from us.

As mother explains it,
"Agnes drinks a little."

So do I.

Right now I could use one.

May I? Why not?

Anyone else?

You see, I told you
somebody was in my room.

- Why?
- I don't know, but what
are we gonna do now?

Hannah?

Hannah?

Hannah?

Hannah? What's wrong?

It's Hannah. She's gone. She
was here all during my watch.

I went to brush my
teeth... What's going on?

It's Hannah. She's not in
the house. The door's open.

- She's after the pickup truck.
- Hannah? Come back here!

Hannah!

Hannah!

Hannah! Hannah!

No! Oh, God!

Hannah! I can't see anything!

Hannah! Carol, she's dead!

It's too late!

It's too late! No one
can live through that.

No one! Oh, God! Oh, God!

- Tom, it's almost lunchtime.
- I know, I know.

You missed all
the fun last night.

Finding out we
weren't married was fun.

I guess you've heard by now that
your friend Kong jumped me again.

Yeah, I heard.

The same eye.

Yes, uh, I thought that
was rather romantic.

Eight years. You realize, if we had
children, they'd all be scandalized by now?

If it makes any difference to you,
I got this defending your honor.

Your friend Kong insinuated that
you might not want to remarry me.

Yeah, well, maybe
I won't. I don't know.

You haven't even proposed yet.

You mean, after eight years...

you still want music
and moonlight and roses,

me on one knee, looking
up into your eyes, saying...

Something other than,
"Let's have a drink"?

What's happened to us, Toni?

I don't know.

I'd hoped so much that this
weekend would bring us together,

and... instead I think it's
just driven us further apart.

Maybe it's being back
here with all our old friends,

remembering how we were gonna
light the world on fire eight years ago.

You in the courtroom,
and me writing plays.

All I know is, Tom, I'm tired
of losing track of our lives...

Your law practice
and my writing.

Well, at least there's always the
bright side. We have one advantage.

Since we're not legally married,

there's no need to go
through a messy divorce.

Sorry, Tom. I... I can't
even laugh anymore.

Toni.

A lovers' quarrel.

Isn't that sweet?

Mark, you're our resident
famous literary agent.

What are Toni's chances
for some employment...

if we were to come back home
and settle down for a while?

She could have the pick
of any project she wants.

It really is a shame that she
doesn't have time to work anymore.

It really is. Tom...

Tom, is something wrong?

Nothing that a little
drink won't fix. Thank you.

Toni.

We're just going down
to the beach for a swim.

I was gonna ask you,
but you seem occupied.

Well, wait, wait. Wait a minute.

Uh, Nona and I were talking...

about jumping over to
the other side of the island.

I understand there's
some great surf over there.

That's nice. What
about this afternoon?

This afternoon? You remember.

You haven't exactly
asked me yet,

but we had some vague
plans about getting married.

Yes. Well, I've been meaning
to talk to you about that too.

I've been thinking
about what you said...

about us drifting apart, and
this weekend sort of cinching it.

Maybe we have been
trying too hard, Toni.

I guess what I'm
really trying to say is,

I don't think we
should get married.

Maybe this whole mistake
with the Reverend Allen...

may turn out to be
a big break for us all.

Tom! Your hand.

Up.

Up. Up.

Up. Up.

Up. Up.

Watch this one, kids.
This one is terrific.

Abracadabra. Abracadabra.

Abracadabra.

Wow!

Oh, boy!

Bravo, Tattoo. Excellent.

But, boss, I was just trying to
make a handkerchief disappear.

Indeed?

Ah. Tsk, tsk.

He's toying with us.

He blew Hannah up.

Why doesn't he just kill
us? What's he waiting for?

Maybe that's all he wanted. Maybe
he's scared away. Don't count on it.

The judge I worked
for worked on a case...

where five women were murdered.

Stop it. Stop talking like that.

Don't blame Agnes.

It was my fault.

It was all my fault for bringing
you here, for trying to live a lie.

Don't blame yourself.

It's not your fault
what happened.

- It was very generous
for you to bring us here.
- I wasn't generous.

Mr. Roarke was generous. I
only paid $400 for this fantasy.

- Every nickel I had.
- But your family's so wealthy.

Was wealthy.

That's past tense.

You see, shortly after college,

my father went to
prison for embezzlement.

I work in a beauty shop,
when I can get work.

Jill, why didn't you tell us?

Joe and I don't
have much, but...

we would have helped you out.

I know you would have.

That's why I asked Mr. Roarke
to give us back the summer of '68.

It was the best time of my life.

I was rich.

I had a car,

this cabin and all of you.

Straight-laced
Agnes is... drunk.

Wealthy Jill's broke.

It seems like a weekend
for secrets to come out.

I think it's your turn, Mommy.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Why don't you tell us
about all that pain and fear...

while you were
having your babies?

What are you driving at?

The judge I work for
processed the adoption papers...

for you and your husband...

Two children, a boy and a girl.

You don't know what you're
talking about! You're drunk!

Carol, I typed those papers.

I couldn't have
any children myself.

Carol.

Adopting children is
nothing to be ashamed of.

You should have my in-laws.

They wanted their
precious son to divorce me...

when they found out I
couldn't have children.

Joe and I, um...

We moved away.

I guess I just got
used to lying about it.

Carol, I-I'm sorry.

Me and my big mouth.

A fine lot we are.

All living lies, one
way or the other.

I heard what you told your wife this
morning about not getting married.

Are we leaving soon?

Well, we shouldn't
jump into this thing.

The fact of the matter is, I think
we both might be better off...

if I went ahead,
sent for you later.

Oh, you don't want
me to go with you?

It's not that I don't
like you, Nona.

But I like you. I always have.

And I could be good for you.

Go with you to all those
places you and Toni go.

- Hong Kong, Antilles.
- Stop it!

Nona, you're a very nice person,

but there's one thing
you've got to realize.

I can't stand any
of those places.

I only kept going to them...

because I was afraid I
might lose Toni if I didn't.

You love her? More than
anything else in the whole world.

- Then why are you leaving her?
- That doesn't matter.

Oh, yes, it does matter.

Eight years of living in unintentional
sin should entitle me to an explanation.

- Toni, I...
- A private explanation.

I guess it was too
good to be true.

Why, Tom?

I...

It's very simple.

Just like your friend
Joe said, I'm killing you.

You see, that's the trouble
with getting on merry-go-rounds.

Sometimes you can't get off.

Do you really think I stopped
practicing law because I wanted to?

I stopped because I couldn't
remember things anymore,

I couldn't concentrate.

Something to do with booze.

Apparently happens when
you start drinking with breakfast.

I'm scared, Toni.

I... I can't stop drinking.

I've tried,

but I can't stop,
and I'm scared.

So I make jokes all the time.

Keep 'em laughing, and maybe
they can't see that you're staggering.

But I'm sick,

and it's killing you.

You'll really kill me
if you walk away.

If nothing else, who's gonna stop King Kong
from pressing his affections on me, huh?

Joe's not such a bad guy.

He might be good for you.

If I wanna play Jane.

Joe Houston is the
biggest jerk I ever met.

He's always offering
me banana daiquiris.

Toni. I'll need help.

What the hell you think a
wife is for, you big goon?

I do. I do.

I now pronounce
you man and wife.

Well, thank you, Cap.

Everyone, bubbly!
Bubbly for everyone!

Why do I cry at
weddings? Come on!

There we are. Ah, some
of my famous punch.

Mr. Roarke, thank you.

Our fantasy has been
more than fulfilled.

You really did give us a very
special gift for our anniversary.

Thank you.

I suppose you and Mrs. Elgin will
now be off to far, exotic places, huh?

No.

After all these years, home is the most
exotic place either of us can think of.

With some help from my little woman here,
I'm going to try to reopen my law offices.

I used to be a
pretty good barrister.

And I'm gonna finish a novel
I've been working on... forever.

I am very pleased.

And may both of you
have a happy forever.

Listen.

He's come back.

Oh, it's him!

Oh, it's the window.

Oh.

Let's go.

Smoke.

Oh! Rugs, rugs, rugs.
I'll get some water.

Oh! Oh! Oh!

Be careful!

Oh, my gosh. Is it out?

I don't know what to
do. Let's get out of here.

Oh!

Shh!

Oh!

Carol!

Carol!

Oh!

Jill?

Carol. C-Carol was an "E."

Oh!

You can come in now.

Carol! Carol!

Hannah!

No, Hannah didn't
die in the explosion.

She arranged it so
you'd think she had,

to make you think a
killer was stalking you.

Hannah, why? Why?

How could you do it?

How could you hate us so much?

You were my big sisters.

You were supposed to protect me.

When? When were we
supposed to protect you?

At the sorority
party, my initiation.

You were my big sisters, but you
let them do all those things to me,

just like when I was
14, and it was dark,

and they kept coming after
me and coming after me!

But, Hannah, we
didn't know that then.

We wouldn't do anything
to hurt or scare you.

You see, Hannah suffered
a nervous breakdown...

the night of her
initiation to the sorority.

She spent the next six
months in a sanitarium.

That's why her family
moved away so quickly.

No wonder she
wanted to strike back.

The need to strike back...

Terrorizing the three of you
as she had been terrorized...

Was something that has been
building up in her for a long time.

Hopefully, now it's
over and done with.

Then you knew
she'd planned this?

Let's say we had an idea...

and, uh, took every precaution
to see no one was hurt.

You see, yours was
the second request...

for a reunion of the Honeybees.

Then Hannah's was the first.

We turned down
her fantasy request,

and then we received
yours and, uh,

investigated a little further...

and realized that, uh,
all of the Honeybees,

for one reason or another,

desperately
needed to return to...

the best time of their lives.

To the best
friends of their lives.

Just in time, Reverend.
Ah, Mr. Roarke.

This is quite a place, and
you are quite a person, sir.

I'm not quite sure how you convinced
me to take part in this charade...

Convincing the, uh, Elgins
that they weren't really married.

Well, I guess it really
doesn't matter though.

They're back together, so it
worked. Thank God for that.

Yes. Thank God, indeed.

Thank you very much,
Mr. Roarke. You're very welcome.

Bye.

Bye, Miss Baker. Bye.

Hannah's going to be okay.

We've had a long talk, and I think
together we're all going to make it.

Oh, I am so pleased.

So, this will not be the last
meeting of the Honeybees?

Oh, not by a long shot. We
found out we needed each other.

Then the reunion was
truly a success, huh?

And just a start.

Thank you, again. Good-bye.

Just a minute, please. Aki!

As you can see,

there is nothing in the box.

Abracadabra. Abracadabra.

Abracadabra. Abracadabra.

Don't open it until
you are on the plane.

You got it, cutie. Bye.

Bye, Miss D'Angelo.

Tell me the truth, Tattoo.

There's still something
in that box, isn't there?

What is it?

Well, it's my new rabbit trick.

I put four little white bunnies
inside, one for each of the girls.

A pretty good trick, isn't it?

Oh, a very good trick, Tattoo.

A very good trick.