Fantasy Island (1977–1984): Season 1, Episode 2 - Return to Fantasy Island - full transcript

The plane! The plane!

Hurry, Tattoo. Hurry.

Our new guests are arriving.

You're always so happy
every time they come.

Oh, why not? They pay a lot
of money for a weekend visit.

Not all of them
pay a lot of money.

Ah, don't be mercenary, Tattoo.

I only cut the price when I find
the fantasies particularly intriguing...

or when I feel a personal
sympathy for them.

Then I think it's only fair that
they pay only what they can afford.

Because you just enjoy
making their fantasies come true?



Precisely. And I'm
the Easter Bunny.

You enjoy it more
when fantasies...

don't turn out to be
what the people expect.

Perhaps.

But, you know,
we are such stuff...

as dreams are made of.

- Hemingway!
- Close. Shakespeare.

[Engine Starts]

Smiles! Smiles, everyone.

We want our guests
to feel welcome.

Music, Tattoo.

♪♪ [Instrumental]

[Clears Throat]

[Roarke] Miss Margo Dean.



Does that name
mean anything to you?

Lipstick? Lipstick, facial
creams, eye shadows.

The exclusive Margo Dean
line of cosmetics, in person.

She's rich then?

She can afford to pay the
full price for a weekend here.

Ah, yes, Tattoo, Miss Dean could
well afford the price of a weekend...

That is, if she knew she
was here for a fantasy.

Lowell Benson, second-in-command
at Margo Dean Enterprises.

But she's definitely the boss,
Tattoo, and don't you forget it.

Huh?

Mr. and Mrs. Faber.

Brian Faber is,
uh, a moderately...

successful lawyer.

His wife, Lucy, is president of the
Children's Aid Society in Santa Barbara.

Unfortunately, the Fabers
have no children themselves.

And not much
money either, I bet.

Oh, be quiet, Tattoo.

Janet Fleming.

A very lovely lady.

Lovely... and lost.

Lost?

She doesn't even know
who she is or where she is.

That's why Janet has come to
Fantasy Island... to try to find herself.

Charles Fleming,
corporate attorney...

and Janet's husband.

Her husband? But she looked
at him like she didn't know him.

She doesn't. What?

But how can she be
married to a total stranger?

They're not strangers, Tattoo. On
the contrary, it's their anniversary.

They were married
four years ago today.

After their wedding,

they went off to Charles Fleming's
house in the country for their honeymoon,

and there...

- Yes, yes! What happened?
- What happened, indeed.

Dear guests,

I am Mr. Roarke, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Excuse me, Mr. Roarke.

I believe a Mr. Roy
Maxwell is expecting me.

Oh, yes, Miss Dean. I
should have told you before.

Mr. Maxwell asked me to express his sincere
apologies for not meeting your plane.

I traveled halfway around
the world, and he's not here?

Oh, don't be alarmed. He's just
over the other side of the island.

He asked that you
meet him there. I see.

- How do we get to
the other side of the island?
- I'll take you there myself.

It's just a short trip by boat.

You'll have to excuse
me if I'm a little impatient.

This meeting with Mr. Maxwell
is extremely important to me.

Uh, shall we say an hour?

I thought, perhaps, you might
like to change after your flight.

- I made a bungalow
available for you, Miss Dean.
- Thank you.

Yes, a shower would
be nice. Oh. Ah, Tattoo.

You know, Benson, if I can pull off this
merger with Roy Maxwell this weekend,

it will change my entire life.

I don't want anything
to get in the way of that.

Uh, Tattoo, show Miss Dean
to her bungalow, will you?

Can you believe it?

That beautiful,
and all she can do...

is eat, sleep and think
business deals 24 hours a day.

That's life, Mr. Benson.

I guess I should go
change my clothes too.

Aki? Aki will show
you to your room.

Mr. and Mrs. Faber. I
hope you enjoyed your flight.

Oh, yes. It was
very nice. Thank you.

Where is she? Did you find her?

Of course I found her.

That's my job... and my
main pleasure in life...

To grant other people's wishes.

- When can we see her?
- I'll take you to her now.

Oh, good. This way, please.

It's so strange.

I don't even know
her name. What is it?

Why not let her tell
you that herself, huh?

I still can't quite believe it.

For the last 12 years, there hasn't
been a day I haven't thought about her,

worried if she was all right.

You have nothing to worry about.

The couple who adopted your daughter
have taken very good care of her.

- She's a fine girl.
- What does she know about us?

She doesn't know anything.

She's probably been told that,
um, you were young, unmarried,

that you couldn't afford to give
her the kind of home and life...

you wanted her to have.

I didn't know then that I'd never
be able to have another child.

I see.

Um,

did you ever think of
adopting a child yourselves?

We-We've thought
about it many times, but,

uh, Lucy could never
quite bring herself...

I can't.

I don't know. It... It would
seem like an exchange.

Exchanging our own
child for a stranger.

But then life is
nothing but exchanges.

Isn't it?

Will you get in, please?

Uh, before you
meet your daughter,

I must remind you of the one
condition you have already agreed to.

That we can't tell her we're
her real parents? Precisely.

I know we agreed to that
before we came, but, uh,

who does she think we are?

Your daughter was invited here to
Fantasy Island for a weekend holiday.

Now, that's all she's been told.

You are the couple who will be looking
after her to see she has a good time.

Uh, you do still agree to
my conditions, don't you?

If I don't?

Then I assure you that you'll go
back to the plane without seeing her.

You don't leave me any choice.

That's the prerogative of
having your own island, isn't it?

Well?

I agree, Mr. Roarke. Good.

Mr. Faber? Yes, obviously, if
she's happy in her present life.

That you will have a whole
weekend to find out about, won't you?

Ah, there she is.

[Brian] But there are
three of them. Three.

Which one is she?

Tell me!

Sorry. I'm afraid I've decided it
would be better if you didn't know.

What kind of trick is this?

No trick, Mrs. Faber.

I only want to make sure that
neither you nor the child will be hurt.

I wouldn't hurt her for
anything in the world.

Good. Then please
remember your promise.

If you do find out
which one is your

daughter, you are not
to tell her who you are.

We've already agreed
to that several times.

It's all right, Brian.

Mr. Roarke, do you think I
won't know my own child?

I'll know her the
moment I meet her.

Your fantasy come true.

Come along then.
I'll introduce you.

Girls? Girls, wait
a moment, please.

This is Mr. and Mrs. Faber,

the couple I told you about.

They are here to see you all
have a very good time together.

- Pat.
- Hi.

Carol. Hello.

Ann. How do you do?

Very well, thank you.

Dusty... he promised we could
ride through the surf. Is it okay?

Sure. Just be careful.

We will. See you later.

Well, if you'll excuse
me, I have other guests.

Um,

have a nice weekend.

Pat. Carol.

Ann.

I don't know. I just don't know.

But you can bet I'll find out
which one is our daughter.

[Sighs] Thank you.

Where do we find Mr. Maxwell?

The truth is, I'm afraid
you've been brought

here under false
pretenses, Miss Dean.

Mr. Maxwell isn't here. What?

No, no, no, please,
please, don't interrupt me.

As you know, you
are on Fantasy Island.

What you probably don't
know is that this is the place...

to which people come to
realize their secret wishes,

for a few days, for a price.

You are here because Mr. Benson
has paid a great deal of money...

A great deal for him... to be
alone with you for the weekend.

Not in an office
or a boardroom...

but under more natural,
more... primitive conditions.

You are here to fulfill
Mr. Benson's fantasy.

- This is outrageous!
- Yes, I was afraid you'd
see it that way.

All right, gentlemen. We may go.

Wait! Where are you going?
You can't leave me here!

Oh, I'm afraid I
can. [Snaps Fingers]

This is insane! How
much did he pay you?

I'll double it! I'll triple it!

Sorry, Miss Dean. I
don't accept bribes.

My clothes! My things!

Don't worry! I take care of it!

Gentlemen?

As the man said,

"Welcome to Fantasy Island."

I hope you're not too
disappointed about Roy Maxwell.

I'm sorry about that.

It's the only way I could
think of to get you here.

If it weren't so absurd, it
would be almost funny. You!

Try not to be angry, Margo. I hope
you don't mind if I call you Margo.

Oh, I suppose that's part of your
fantasy, Benson... instant familiarity.

My first name is Lowell.

Yes, I know, Benson.

I've been signing your
salary checks for years.

Yes, and for years I've
been thinking about you.

The real you, Margo, the
one you try to keep hidden.

The Margo Dean without the
business computer for a heart.

How touching.

I'll bet when you were
a little boy, you kept

dirty pictures hidden
under your mattress.

I see my mother told you.

There's something you didn't plan on
when you arranged to get me here, Benson.

I'm not going to play. I'm not going
to spend the weekend with you.

I'm not going to spend another minute
with you. You don't seem to understand.

You don't have a choice.

Oh, but I do.

I'm going back to that
seaplane, back to New York.

And stop calling me Margo.

Here, I brought
these for you... insect

repellent, suntan lotion,
toothpaste, toothbrush.

You might need them.
The perfect employee.

Good-bye, Benson.

Oh, and incidentally, in case
you haven't guessed, you're fired.

It's that way.

It's west, 12 miles
across the jungle...

and then over the mountains.

Well, don't worry about me.

I got all the way from
the dirt of West Virginia...

to my own office in
the World Trade Center.

I'll make it.

Roarke?

I want to know where
you've taken Janet.

She's, uh, resting, Mr. Fleming.

Trust me, everything
is ready for you.

Except that I've
changed my mind.

I'm not going any
further with it. Now?

You were at the meeting
at Lakedale Sanitarium...

when Dr. Croyden and
the other psychiatrists...

discussed Janet's
wish to relive the past.

Now why did you agree to this
experiment then? Experiment?

It's a piece of
barbaric cruelty.

Like the old, medieval custom of
throwing the patient into a snake pit,

trying to scare Janet
back to her senses.

That's not what you
said at the meeting.

How do you know?
You weren't there.

Wasn't I?

We both know you agreed to
Janet's wishes, Mr. Fleming.

Were you afraid to
raise any objections...

to the doctors at Lakedale, huh?

Afraid how it might look?

A husband with complete
control of his wife's money...

A control you might lose
if Janet were to be cured.

Mr. Roarke, I want Janet
back the way she was.

I loved her then, and I love her
now, but this isn't the way to treat...

If you love her, help her.

Dr. Croyden thinks
Janet may be right.

To relive her honeymoon,

to find out what
happened four years ago,

what made her
close off her mind,

all past memory...

That may well be Janet's
only chance of recovery.

Just... to put her through
all that terror again.

Everything is
ready, Mr. Fleming.

Your house...

Everything is exactly as it
was the day of your wedding.

What about the
others? Are they here?

I said "exactly,"

didn't I?

As happened four years ago,

you will begin your honeymoon
at your old family home.

Thank you.

Ah, you remember
Pierre, darling? Don't you?

Congratulations, Mrs. Fleming.

I look after the
garden, Mrs. Fleming,

and, uh, things that need
doing around the house.

I'm sorry. Dr. Croyden says it helps
to remember people if I touch them.

Of course, darling.

I'll bring in the
luggage, Mr. Fleming.

Welcome back, Mr. Charles.

It's nice having you home. And
you too, Mrs. Fleming. Grant.

We hope you'll
both be very happy.

W-Were you both here
last time I came here?

We've worked for Mr. Charles's
family since he was a young boy.

[Woman] I expect you're very
tired after such a long journey.

May I... May I show
you to your room?

Yes.

It's extraordinary, isn't it?

Really extraordinary.

Everything exactly as it
was on our honeymoon.

My wife and I simply
couldn't believe it, sir,

when we first saw it.

It's like suddenly
going back in time...

four years ago.

Even Pierre.

Mr. Roarke is a, uh,
regular magician, sir.

Reconstructing everything.

Re-creating the whole thing...

right here on this island.

Yes. Oh.

It was kind of you and
Mrs. Grant to agree to come.

I know it must be difficult for you,
having to live through it all again.

We're very happy, sir, to do
anything to help Mrs. Fleming.

Thank you, Grant.

Oh, excuse me, sir. Uh...

When Mrs. Fleming...

was unpacking upstairs, Hmm?

You went into the drawing room.

There was some
mail waiting in there.

Oh, yes, I remember.

Uh, yes, you're right, Grant.

We should all try to do
exactly as we did then.

I announced, uh,
dinner at 7:30, sir.

Didn't you even open it?

Rosemary's letter. No.

Didn't you read
it? No. What for?

I never took her
threats seriously.

You and Rosemary
were very close for a time,

before you met Janet again.

It was just one of
those infatuations...

that students go through.

It was over months
before I married Janet.

At least you could be sure even a
cocktail waitress like Rosemary...

wasn't after your money.

Studying law on the G.I. bill,

you didn't have anything
except this old family house,

and the bank would have
taken that away from you...

if you hadn't been
lucky enough to marry...

such a wealthy girl.

I told you. I fell
in love with Janet.

Suddenly,

after knowing her since
you were both children?

Huh.

Good-bye, Mr. Roarke.

Whatever I agreed to,

it didn't include having you
around on my honeymoon.

I'll only be around
when I am needed,

Mr. Fleming.

Where are you going?
Upstairs, to Janet.

[Screams]

Oh! Oh! Oh, no!

Oh, Pierre! Pierre! [Sobbing]

What did you do to her?
What did he do? Tell me. No!

The mirror! Get it out of
here! Get it out of here!

No! Look!

[Panting] What?

I was bringing the rest of
the luggage up the backstairs,

when I heard Mrs.
Fleming cry out.

We all sleeping in
the same room? Sure.

Do you mind, Pat? No.

I sleep in the same room
with my sister at home.

Your sister? Well,
she's adopted too.

Oh, are... are you adopted, Ann?

- It's weird, isn't it?
- We're all adopted.

We found out when we
were talking on the plane.

Really?

How old are you? Twelve.

Oh, that's a
wonderful age, isn't it?

- When's your birthday?
- April the 10th.

- We're all exactly
the same age too.
- The same birthday.

That's quite a coincidence.

- [Ann] It's creepy.
- I don't think it is
a coincidence.

I think that's why
we were invited here.

What do you mean? Well...

Someone came around to all
our schools and talked to us.

It was supposed to be
a statewide competition

to win a weekend
on Fantasy Island.

They obviously just picked the
three of us who were most alike.

I don't see we're
all that much alike.

Well, come on out
whenever you're ready, girls.

Oh, yeah. See you
later. Okay. Bye.

Bye.

Roarke's obviously planned
everything to make it impossible for us.

Maybe,

but I think I know.

I'm almost sure I
know who she is.

Cut your foot? My ankle.

What do we do, chalk
one up for your side?

No. But you better let me
put a little antiseptic on it.

I can do it myself.

What you're really
after is revenge, isn't it?

That's what this
whole charade is about.

No.

I never thought of it
as revenge, Margo.

Why not? You must hate me.

You must have
hated me for years.

Why should I?

Don't all men hate their bosses?

Especially when she's a woman.

Some might. Any
man with any guts.

There might be some things
about me you don't know, Margo.

Well, I'm certainly not gonna
bother to find out about it now.

If you want to change your
clothes, I brought these for you.

You thought of
everything, didn't you?

How long have you
been planning this?

Not long.

Ever since I realized
that if I really loved you,

I couldn't just wait around till somebody
else brought you to your senses.

- I had to do it.
- Love? You call this love?

They say crickets rub their legs
together when they're in love.

I guess it's all the
way you look at it.

How much did you pay Roarke
for this little fantasy of yours?

Ten thousand dollars.

Ten thousand dollars? Where
did you ever get that kind of money?

You forget... You pay me well.

Well, I hope you
won't feel cheated...

if I don't change
in front of you.

[Sighs] Crickets!

I'm really tired of this. Why don't you
take another path and leave me alone?

'Cause I know the
outdoors better than you do.

I'm sure you do, but I
don't need your help.

[Cries Out]

[Screams] Benson!

Benson! Benson! Benson! Hurry!

Benson! Benson, my
leg! Get me out of here!

Easy. Easy!

- Benson!
- Easy.

[Screams] Benson,
hurry! Get my leg!

I'm getting it! Benson!
Please! Get it off me!

Benson! You're free. Easy.

- It's all right.
- You and your damn fantasy.

[Panting]

[Horse Whinnies]

I'll be leaving you now, Benson.

That man down there will be
glad to take me back to the village,

not because I need him,
but because I can pay him.

I'll go with you
then. Not on your life.

I just... I just want to see
if you're safe. That's all.

Afraid, Benson? Afraid you
can't get back without me?

Looks like you and your friend
Roarke slipped up this time.

Your fantasy is over, Benson.

I hope you enjoyed it.

Hello.

Oh, am I glad to see you. I've been
hacking my way through this lousy jungle.

Do you speak English?

Uh, I'm trying to get back
to the village, to the plane.

I can pay you if
you'll take me there.

[Grunting Sounds]

I'm sorry. What? I
don't understand.

[Grunting Continues]

- How did I get here?
- [Grunts]

It's a long story. A
man brought me here.

[Chuckles] Don't worry.
He won't bother us.

I left him behind.

[Sighs]

Look, I'll pay you $100 if
you'll take me back to the plane.

The lagoon.

To Roarke's main house.

Two hundred.

I've got to get back to that
plane. How much do you want?

You can name your price.
One thousand dollars.

Two thousand.

[Grunts] What are
you doing? Let me go!

You don't understand!
I'll pay you!

I'll pay. Benson!

[Muffled Scream] [Growling]

[Grunts]

[Waves Crashing]

♪♪ [Piano: Classical]

♪♪ [Ends]

You play beautifully, Carol.

You've got to be a lot better
than that to be a professional.

You will be, if that's what you really
want to be. You've got a natural talent.

It's just sometimes I wonder,

if I really do have a
natural talent, where I got it.

I mean, I wonder if my
real parents are musical.

Wouldn't someone else
like to play? [Chuckling]

I haven't played for years.

I wish I kept it up.

Ann, do you have
any special talents?

I like to draw.

I did all the posters for the
school play last Christmas.

- Really?
- You're lucky, you and Carol.

You know what I inherited
from my real parents? Nothing.

That's not true, Pat. You're
healthy, intelligent, full of spirit.

It's only 'cause Mom and
Dad brought me up that way.

Gives me the heaves just to
think about my real parents.

Pat. Why?

I saw a girl in a bus
station last summer.

She was gonna have
a baby any minute.

She was all dirty,
and she was drunk.

I thought, "Yuck. I'll bet that's
what my mother was like."

You shouldn't say that.

Well, you shouldn't think it.

You don't know anything about...
She gave me away, didn't she?

She had me, and then
she didn't want me.

She probably got paid
for giving me away.

Oh, no. I'm sure she didn't.

People do. They get
thousands of dollars for a baby.

I've read about it in lots
of magazines and stuff.

Your mother probably
hated having to give you up.

Then why did she?

Well, when people are young
and they haven't any money,

sometimes they feel trapped.

They don't see how they can
take on the responsibility of a child.

They don't think they could give her
all the... the things someone else could.

They could have lots of reasons.

Sometimes when I hear a
marvelous pianist playing,

I think maybe she's my mother.

- She had to give me up
for a career.
- That's the way I feel.

Kind of sorry for them. I know
they'd have kept me if they could.

Of course they would.

I just hope I never
meet mine, that's all.

[Man's Voice, Whispering] Janet.

Janet.

Janet.

Janet.

Janet.

Janet.

Janet.

Janet.

Janet.

[Water Dripping]

[Screaming] Janet.
It's all over, darling.

I just saw you! I just
saw you in the bathtub!

I saw you in the bathtub,
dead! What is it? What?

Darling, you had
a bad dream. No.

Look at me. It
had to be a dream.

No. Let me show you.

No!

Please? Let me show you.

No. Please. Please.

Come.

[Moans]

I saw you in there.

It wasn't in my mind.

It was you in there.

It wasn't in my mind.

Go to sleep.

Go to sleep.

I told you it wouldn't take the whole
weekend to find out who our daughter is.

Then you know too? Do you?

I think so. I think I
knew almost at once.

But after spending the
whole day with them, I'm sure.

It was lots of things, but mostly
because she's so much like me.

I mean, Ann has all the
same feelings I did at her age.

Ann? Of course, Ann.

Oh, no. Wait a
minute. Wait a minute.

I know she's shy and never
been away from home before.

I can see why you'd feel drawn to
her, but... She feels drawn to me too.

She doesn't know why.

She's a naturally
affectionate child.

I know it's Ann. Well,
who do you think it is?

Well, searching for
family resemblances,

if I had to make a decision
right now, I'd say Carol.

Family resemblances? Oh, then it's
got to be Ann. Well, look at her eyes.

Look at Carol's
hands, her little body.

She's just like a
miniature you. She's...

[Sighs, Chuckles]

What's so funny?

I'm just thinking of the laugh
Mr. Roarke must be having right now.

We came here looking for our
daughter. So far we've found two.

[Whinnying]

Dorf. What in
blazes? [Dog Growling]

Where'd you find her? [Grunting]

Please, you've got to help me.

I can't make this
man understand.

My name is Margo Dean,
and I'm an American. I'm...

Shut up.

Dorf, are you crazy,
bringing her here?

[Grunting]

[Chuckles] What, you and her?

[Laughing]

All right. You sure
nobody followed you?

[Growling]

[Grunts]

All right, lady.

Where you from? Who are you?

My name is Margo
Dean... [Angry Grunt]

I think he wants you
to keep quiet and eat.

Does he ever say anything?

Hmm. He used to, before he
got in a fight on the mainland,

and one broken whiskey
bottle... [Slashing Sound]

Raoul?

I, uh, guess you know
why he brought you here.

[Angry Growl]

You... You don't want
to share her, huh?

[Hissing]

Not yet, anyways.

Dorf, you always
were a greedy pig.

[Choked Laugh]

You better be careful of this
one. You better watch her.

She ain't like Hota.

No, sirree. She's an American.

American women are very stupid.

They have very stupid ideas.

It's, uh, kind of like
breaking a horse, you see?

I mean, some are
wilder and more difficult.

But in the end, you break 'em.

The horse does what you want.

[Excited Grunting] [Laughs]

[Snoring]

[Snoring Continues]

[Laughing] Get away!

Hey! Hey! Are you trying
to get yourself killed?

Shh. What if he wakes up?

[Snoring]

Come on. Come on. Get
out of here, both of you.

Out. Out.

Thank you.

Hey, I was only trying
to protect my man.

Take Hota's bunk.

What happened to Hota?

She ran away?

She tried once, but
the dogs found her.

Raoul and Dorf brought her back.

After that, she
stayed and worked.

She was a good diver.

She made a mistake though.

I think she went too deep.

What do you mean?
What was she diving for?

Pearls.

That's why we're on this island.

- How long have you been here?
- Two years, maybe three.

There must be some way you could
run away. All you need is a head start.

Hey, I don't want to run away.

They're sick! They're crazy!

It's not bad here. There's plenty
of food. Raoul is good to me.

If I come up with a big pearl, he give
me some rum, and we have a party.

- You know what?
- I can imagine.

Hey, it's really not bad.

You'll like it. The hell I will!

I'm getting out. It may take
a little while, but I'll get out.

[Banging On Metal Rails]
Which way is the lagoon?

If you try to get
out, I'll call the man.

How much do you
want to keep quiet?

I don't need any money.

Raoul gives me
everything I need.

Please help me.

You sound just like Hota.

You know, after she tried to run
away, and they brought her back,

she got used
to it, she liked it.

She liked it when her
man was good to her.

After a while, you'll
feel just the same way.

Dorf may not be able to talk,

but he's lots of man.

If that animal ever
touches me, I'll kill him.

Maybe. Maybe you'll try
it, and maybe you'll like it.

[Laughs]

Dickens is my favorite,
especially David Copperfield.

And Jack London...
I like him too,

especially his stories
about the South Seas.

I used to read Dickens when I
was your age. And Hawthorne.

I'll send you some of his books.

I'd only ridden once
before I came here.

- Don't tell Pat, okay?
- No, of course not.

You're doing just fine.

Maybe when I get home,
Dad'll let me have riding lessons.

- Does it cost a lot?
- Hmm, no.

I could... Do you think, if
I came up to Sacramento,

your parents would let
you go riding with me?

Sure! Why not?

Slow down, Carol.

Slow down. Come on.

Don't worry. I won't fall off.
You're worse than my dad.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm afraid I am.

Come on. Let's get back to
the house. I'm getting hungry.

[Horse Whinnying]

Well, old Dorf's asleep,
so you'll come with me.

Look, take me back to the
lagoon, to Roarke's main house.

I'll pay you $5,000.

You're gonna spend a great
chunk of the rest of your life with us.

That is, until we get
tired of you. Like hell I am!

[Grunts] You don't
wanna play, huh?

Just like I was tellin' Dorf,

you Americans...
You American ladies...

You gotta be broken.

Old Dorf. [Chuckles]

He is gonna be
mad as a hornet...

that he passed out before you two
had your honeymoon night last night.

Don't matter none though.

You'll be here, pretty and nice,

when Dorf wakes up.

Hmm? Me and
Kito are going diving.

You can't leave me here, please!

Benson?

I never knew anything like this was
gonna happen. Just get me out of here.

[Angry Growling]

[Grunts] Get out of
here. Go on, quick!

[Growls]

[Panting]

I swear, I never
knew. I swear it.

Will you just shut up?
Let's get out of here.

[Approaching Hoofbeats]

They get away?

Shall we send the
dogs after them?

No. No, let them go.

I think our little charade
has served its purpose.

You did well, both of
you. Very well. [Chuckles]

Now, go home. Go home to your kids and
give them all a big kiss from me, will you?

Ciao. Ciao.

Who's that girl?

You. You were 12 that summer.

- Who's that with me?
- Me.

I used to come over
and play tennis with you.

Where? Near here.

You had a big house on the shore. You
came there every year with your mother.

Telephone for Mr. Charles.

[Sighs] If it's Mr. Roarke,
tell him I've gone out.

He said it was very urgent, sir.

I won't be a moment, darling.

Roarke, I...

Dr. Croyden is here.
He flew in this morning.

He wants to see
you. No, at once.

Pierre.

I don't want to leave Janet
alone. Can't Croyden come here?

Dr. Croyden doesn't want
Janet to see him, Mr. Fleming.

I've already sent a car for you.

Ten. One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

Ahh! Sorry, Tattoo.

Boardwalk! How come you
always land on Boardwalk?

Just luck of the dice, I guess.

117 games in a row...
That's a lot of luck.

- [Knocking]
- Come in.

Ah, Mr. Fleming. Thank you
for coming. Sit down, please.

- Where's Dr. Croyden?
- You must forgive me.

I'm afraid it's just
Tattoo and myself.

I should have
known you were lying.

Mr. Fleming, I'm afraid I
can't allow you to leave yet.

There will be no car to take you
back to the house until I give the word.

- Sit down, please.
- But Janet's alone out there.

Not quite alone. Mr. and
Mrs. Grant are with her.

And, um, Pierre.

Yes, Pierre.

I know you think
that I'm responsible...

for what happened to Janet,

but suppose, for once
in your life, Roarke,

you're wrong,

and it wasn't me.

What if it was Pierre?

Has it occurred to you that
whoever hated Janet enough...

to terrorize her into a nervous
breakdown four years ago,

may kill her this time?

Mr. Fleming,

everything has occurred to me.

Believe me.

Including the fact that you left
your wife alone four years ago...

for two hours.

Where did you go?

I... I had some errands.

Errands? You went to
the police station in town.

They called you the night before and
told you they wanted to see you, true?

Yes, yes, yes, but it had
nothing to do with Janet.

No, uh, not directly.

A detective had flown
out from Chicago.

He wanted to talk to
you about your, um...

Your ex-fiancée, Rosemary.

He showed you this.
It's addressed to you.

Uh, the, um,
police in Chicago...

found it attached to the
mirror in her bedroom.

Oh, I expect it's pretty much the
same as the letter in your pocket.

Uh, may I see it, please?

Please.

Thank you.

Almost word-for-word.

"I know you don't believe I
can't live without you, Charles,

but it's true."

It wouldn't have made any
difference if I had taken it seriously.

It was too late when I got it.

I see.

Is that what you
told the police?

That was the truth,
and they believed me.

Oh, and I believe
you, Mr. Fleming.

Oh, I believe you.

But it does seem curious
that... the women you love...

seem to come to
such tragic ends.

Mr. Roarke, I want
to go back to Janet.

Four years ago,
you told the police...

it was two hours before you got
back to the house, Mr. Fleming.

It will be two hours this time.
Tattoo will keep you company.

Do you like Monopoly? What?

Tell me, just what
is your Mr. Roarke?

Some people call him...

And some people call him...

And what do you call him?

Mr. Roarke.

[Gasping]

I can't find any cut.

Pierre. I remember you.

You were always there
when I needed you.

You always let me
do everything myself.

I remember when I was 12 years
old, you taught me how to sail.

And then I almost capsized
the boat, but you were there.

And you took the tiller
and set the sail right again.

I didn't think you'd
remember that. I know. Why?

Why do I remember you when
I've forgotten almost everything else?

What else do you
remember about me?

[Gasps] Don't!

You were just 16 that summer.

But the next year, when you came
back to the shore... the next year...

You hardly knew I was alive,

either of you!

I was just that French-Canadian
kid who looked after the boat.

Don't look at me like that,
as though you hated me.

I did hate you...
You and Charles.

Watching you walk off
along the beach together.

Seeing you all
dressed up for him.

Going to a dance at the
country club. Let me out! Aah!

[Man Whispering] Janet.

It's happening! Everything's
happening all over again!

Janet. Oh!

The window. The window!

Janet. Janet, up! Up! Up!

Janet.

Janet.

Janet.

Janet.

Oh! Oh! Oh!

I've been looking everyplace
for you, Mrs. Fleming.

[Gasping]

Oh, my.

I think you should change your
dress before Mr. Charles comes home.

Do you know Santa Barbara? No.

Oh, it's a fun
place for children.

There are lots of
beaches, a marina.

Do you ever go sailing? Uh-uh.

Well, maybe when we get back, you can
come down and spend the weekend with us.

Could Mom and Dad come too?

Sure. I'd love to meet them.

Ann. Mrs. Faber.

Carol! Help!

Carol, what is it? It's Pat.

She swam out around the
point. The tide's awful strong.

Isn't Mr. Faber with her?

He's trying to find her.
He told me to come back.

Well, Ann, you get her
up to the fire, get her dry.

And stay there!

Pat?

Pat!

- Pat! Pat!
- Here!

Pat! Here!

I'm coming. Pat!

I've got you.

She's started to
breathe. She's breathing.

Pat.

Oh!

Oh, baby.

She's okay.

[Benson] It looks
like an old line shack.

I don't think we should try
those mountains in the dark.

So it looks like about the
safest place to spend the night.

What if Dorf and Raoul
are still following us?

We'll just have to
do the best we can.

Come on.

[Hinges Creaking]

[Roarke's Voice] Well,
congratulations. You've made it this far.

Sorry about the accommodations,
but I'm sure you can manage.

You've done very well up to now.

Mr. Roarke has a rather
warped sense of humor.

Not exactly the
comforts of home.

It's freezing.

I'm gonna get a fire started.

[Zipper Unzipping]

[Sighs]

[Gasps] No!

No! Oh!

[Gasps]

[Gasps] No! I want Pierre!

What is it, darling? No, I can't
tell you! You won't believe me!

I will believe you. Of
course I will. Just tell me.

What is it? What happened?
No! I'll show you. Come here.

Look in the bed.

Look under the pillow.

There was a machete
there. Right there! I saw it.

I didn't imagine it either!

And I didn't imagine
all those other things!

Come on. In the
cottage. I'll show you.

Come on.

Come on!

Well, it's not locked now.

I don't understand it.
We broke those shutters.

All right, darling. I believe
you. I do believe you.

No, you don't. You
think it's all in my mind.

I believe everything
you say. Pierre saw it!

Pierre!

Pierre!

Pierre!

Pierre!

[Gasps] Janet.

I'll have a vodka
martini on the rocks...

and a New York steak,
rare, please, waiter.

You can have anything
you want... tomorrow.

Thanks.

Some fantasy you dreamed
up. More like a nightmare.

I guess on this island, you have to
take the consequences for your fantasies.

Oh, that's fine for you, but if you'll
remember, this is your fantasy.

It's not mine. You
tricked me here.

Okay, you just keep
reminding me, Margo,

and I'll just keep apologizing.

You shouldn't have rescued
me from those two animals.

You should have joined
them. You would have loved it.

A woman to cook and work
and take orders from you.

That's your dream, isn't it?

A good, drunken romance
every Saturday night.

Isn't it part of your fantasy
to seduce your boss?

I wouldn't know. You're not my boss
anymore. You fired me, remember?

You better believe I
remember, Benson.

You must be feeling better. You
haven't called me Benson for hours.

Why don't you
answer my question?

Okay. Sure.

I'd like to seduce my boss.

But on the other hand,
did it ever occur to you...

that I might be
in love with you?

It occurs to me
that I am very tired.

I thought women started
saying that after the wedding.

You're a scream.

[Sighs]

- Lowell, your back. You're bleeding.
- It's all right.

Do you realize that you...
you finally called me Lowell?

Where did you get
a silly name like that?

It's an old New England name.

Lowell, Massachusetts?
Is that where you're from?

Boston.

A proper Bostonian.

Some of the time.

Well, we're a long way
from Beacon Street.

You can share this
with me, if you want.

[Rubbing Hands Together]

No, I think I'd better sit
up and, um, tend to the fire.

Afraid I might try to
seduce you, Benson?

Now, that would
really be a fantasy.

[Man's Voice, Whispering] Janet.

Janet!

Mrs. Grant, have you seen Janet?

No, sir. Isn't she in her room?

No, she's not. I've looked
all over the grounds, upstairs.

Do you have a
key for this? No, sir.

Grant.

Grant!

Grant! Coming, sir.

The key for the cellar, please.

I've never seen one. That door
hasn't been opened in years.

Perhaps, uh, Pierre
could force the lock.

Have you seen my wife? Yes, sir,
about an hour ago, out in the patio.

Get some flashlights.
Quick! Hurry! Yes, sir.

M... Mrs. Fleming!

Mrs. Fleming!

Oh, Mrs. Fleming!

[Gasping]

[Screams]

Simon! Simon!

Simon!

Simon! Mrs. Fleming...
She's over there in the water.

She's drowned herself. Show
me what you thought you saw.

She's in the water!
Easy, now. Easy.

She's right there!

Now, look, there's
nothing there.

Absolutely nothing. But...

You must have seen a
reflection or something.

But where is she then? Where
is Miss Janet? I don't know.

I don't know. Come on
back to the house. Simon!

[Man Whispering] Janet.

Janet.

Janet.

Janet.

Janet.

Janet.

Janet.

Oh!

[Gasping]

[Gasping Continues]

No! [Sobbing]

[Whispers] Charles?

Charles.

Charl...

[Moans]

[Lucy] How is she?

Oh, she's a little restless.
Come on. You heard the doctor.

There's nothing to worry about.
She's a strong, healthy girl.

- Lucy, is something wrong?
- No.

Just that you were
right about Ann.

She's not the one.

And you think you know who is.

I knew that horrible moment
when you tried to revive Pat,

and she didn't respond.

I couldn't feel as deeply as that
about anyone except our own child.

Lucy, any child... Any
child in that situation...

Brian, will you listen
to me? Drowning...

When she started to revive,

when she moved, I kept
remembering the moment she was born.

It was like I was living
through it all over again.

You can't remember her
birth, darling. You almost died.

I'm not giving her
up again. I just can't.

I'm gonna tell her. You can't.

I have to. Don't you see?

I can't let her go through life
thinking her mother was some tramp...

like that girl in
the bus station.

She's got to know the truth.

Lucy, it'll only hurt
her. It'll only hurt you.

It'll give her a whole
new confidence in herself.

If she knows that her
parents are decent people...

who care about
her, who love her,

she'll be so much happier.

She's happy now.
Despising her real parents...

That's only her way of coming to terms
with the fact that they gave her away.

It only makes it possible for her to
love her adoptive parents even more.

It's time for her to
choose for herself.

She didn't have a choice
before we made it for her.

She... She's not looking
for a second chance, Lucy.

You are. Can't you
see how unfair that is?

[Pat] Mrs. Faber? Mrs.
Faber? Lucy, you can't tell her.

I am going to! Leave
me alone! No! No!

Even if it is
true, if it is Pat,

she'll be torn between you
and the only mother she knows.

Now we haven't got the
right to do that to any child.

[Door Opens]

Could I have some more milk?

Yes. Sure, darling. Of course.

Now, you go back to bed.
I'll bring it to you. Okay?

Listen, what happened
this afternoon...

I didn't mean to swim out so
far, honestly. It was the tide.

Well, what I mean is, do
Mom and Dad have to know?

They'd be worried sick
every time I went anywhere.

You know what parents are like.

Yes.

Yes, we know.

It's bad enough now.

Can't even leave the house without letting
them know where I'll be every second.

They must love you very much.

To tell you the truth, me
too. I miss them already.

Well, I don't see why
they have to be told.

I mean, it was just an accident.

We can all forget about it
and just be happy you're safe.

Thanks.

Good night, sweetheart.

[Kisses]

[Quiet Sobbing]

Oh, Brian.

Charles. Sit there with
her. Sit close beside her.

She'll regain
consciousness in a minute.

I-Is there anything I should
do or say, Dr. Croyden?

Well, just hold her
close, reassure her.

Charles, this is the important
moment. This is the crucial moment.

It wasn't terror that made her
close her mind four years ago.

It was guilt. She thought
she had killed you.

If you're the first person she
sees when she opens her eyes,

if she knows who you are...

Yes. I understand, Doctor.

Charles.

You're alive. Yes.

Oh, I love you!

[Laughing]

Please, don't ever forget
again how much I love you.

No. No.

[Laughing]

She'll sleep now, and
when she wakes up,

Charles, take her away from
here, ride away from the past.

You have your whole future
together ahead of you now.

I'll stay right
beside her, Doctor.

I'm afraid I need you,
Mr. Fleming. Oh, it won't take long.

Dr. Croyden will stay with
Janet until you get back.

All right? This way, please.

Doctor.

[Screams]

Mr. Charles.

She's killed him!

She's killed Mr. Charles!

This time it isn't
one of your tricks.

This time she's
really killed him.

But we had
nothing to do with it.

We have nothing to
be blamed for this time.

We're still to blame for what we
did to that poor girl four years ago.

[Sobbing] And now
Mr. Charles is dead!

He deserves to be dead.

[Crying]

He's to be blamed
for our daughter...

killing herself.

Rosemary was your daughter?

Tricks.

You should be dead!

No, Simon! No! It's true!

Let him go! You're as guilty as
if you had murdered Rosemary.

Come. [Sobbing]

Rosemary... their daughter?

It can't be.

I don't see h-how.

Mr. Fleming,

she was eight years old
when you went off to school,

and 10 years old after you went
into the navy and then to college,

and she loved you all that time.

Yes, but... why didn't
she tell me who she was?

Well, she was afraid.

I guess she was afraid you
wouldn't think her good enough...

if you knew she was
the servants' daughter.

This is all crazy. She
was a child, Mr. Fleming.

A child with a chance to marry
the prince in the magic castle.

Don't you see?

How they must have hated me.

Their daughter had just
killed herself because of me,

and I was bringing Janet
here on our honeymoon.

If only they had taken
out their revenge on me...

instead of Janet.

Last lap.

Terrific. Now all we have
to do is climb Matterhorn.

I don't think so.

If I remember correctly, Roarke said
there was a tunnel through these mountains.

It's over there. Come on.

[Water Dripping]

[Benson] One of those
should lead to the other side.

[Margo] The question
is, which one?

Come on.

Wait a minute.

There's no draft. It
could be a dead end.

Well, it might be
and it might not.

I'll take that one, and you take
this one. Let me take the flashlight.

You're the boss.

[Rats Squealing]

[Wood Creaking]

[Creaking Continues]

[Creaking]

[Rocks Falling] [Squealing]

Going the wrong way, Miss Dean.

- Aren't you?
- Am I?

You did find the way out, and
the main house is just down the hill.

That is, if you're really sure you want
to find your way back to civilization...

just yet.

Benson?

Well, I see you
found the way out.

I was coming back to get you.

[Benson Sighs]

Well,

looks like my fantasy's over.

Maybe.

Miss Dean, welcome
back to, uh, civilization.

Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

I'm not certain what
for, but thank you.

You have an appointment with
Mr. Roy Maxwell in New York next week.

Who arranged this?

A small return for the
trick I played on you.

Although somehow I have the feeling
you're no longer angry about that.

Well, um, I think probably
we should... we should go.

No. I have a little business
matter to settle with you first.

I thought Mr. Roarke
might like to witness it.

Five thousand dollars?

Oh, it's my severance pay.

It's not your severance pay.

That is my half of the $10,000
you paid for this weekend.

Well,

I guess I'm not fired after all.

Not on your life. I'm not gonna
let you run away from me now.

We started something
this weekend.

I don't know
where it will lead us,

but I'm damn well
gonna find out.

The plane is ready.

Good-bye, Mr. Roarke.

Thank you for a very...
interesting experience...

and a very interesting start.

Thank you. Shall we go?

What did Mr. Benson start?

He didn't start
anything, Tattoo.

It's as old as time...
A man and a woman,

different and the same,
equal and unequal.

Doomed to go on loving and
fighting each other as long as they live.

What do they
have to fight about?

They're fighting
for equality, Tattoo.

I wonder if they'll
recognize it,

if they ever find it.

Come.

[Engine Starts]

They looked like they had
a very happy anniversary.

They will have
many more, Tattoo,

but like this one, never.

It is Pat, isn't it?

Not Carol? Not Ann?

I just wish they were all mine.

That's all that
matters, Mrs. Faber.

That's all that really matters.

You know, you're right.
Life is a series of exchanges.

Maybe we're ready for one now.

We are delighted.

- Thank you.
- You are most welcome.

Good-bye. Good-bye, Mrs. Faber.

Bye-bye.

Which one was their daughter?

Pat, Carol or Ann?

Uh-uh-uh-uh. No questions
on Fantasy Island, Tattoo.

[Plane Motor Starts]

When Mr. and Mrs. Faber
came here, they had no children.

Now they have three.