Fantasy Island (1977–1984): Season 3, Episode 16 - Rogues to Riches/Stark Terror - full transcript
A man is determined to lose himself in the eighteenth century, despite the entreaties of his lawyer partner who tries to entice him back with the promise of a lucrative business deal; and a young woman, rendered mute by her mother's death, wants to find out whether she was responsible.
(BELL TOLLING)
The plane! The plane!
(GIRLS GIGGLING)
Good morning, boss.
Good morning, Tattoo.
Let's go.
Smiles, everyone. Smiles.
(PLAYING POLYNESIAN MUSIC)
TATTOO: He looks very
serious, boss. Who is he?
ROARKE: Mr. Mark Hendricks,
an attorney from Chicago, Illinois.
His fantasy is to find a friend who
disappeared here on Fantasy Island.
We lost one of our guests?
Well, yes and no, Tattoo.
What do you mean by yes and
no? Where is this friend, anyway?
In the 18th century.
18th century?
Uh-huh, uh-huh.
And he will have to go back
to the 18th century to find him.
Miss Amy Marson.
She lives in Denver, Colorado with
her father, a well-to-do businessman.
A tragic young lady.
What happened to her, boss?
Five years ago, she saw
her mother die a violent death.
They were alone in their beach
house, when an intruder broke in.
That's terrible.
ROARKE: Indeed.
Miss Marson was so terrified, she
was unable to even scream for help.
Because of that trauma, she has
not been able to speak a word since.
She has judged herself guilty, believing
that had she been able to scream,
her mother's life
might have been saved.
TATTOO: But, boss,
what's her fantasy?
ROARKE: To relive that night.
To know the truth.
To determine once and for all whether
her judgment of herself is correct.
But boss, what happens if
she finds out that she was right?
That's only one of the
dangers of her fantasy, Tattoo.
You see,
the murderer
has never been apprehended.
My dear guests, I am Mr. Roarke,
your host. Welcome to Fantasy Island.
Miss Marson.
Miss Marson, I hope
you realize that my powers
do not extend to bringing
the dead back to life.
This fantasy can only work
because it is a psychic experience
in which your mother
is still alive in your mind.
But I cannot change,
or add or subtract,
from what actually
happened that night.
The man who entered your house
that night was never apprehended.
Now, I must know that
you are aware of that.
If you want to, we
can always go back.
(INAUDIBLE)
Before you go to the summer cottage,
I suggest you stop at the lighthouse.
Your old friend Joshua
is waiting for you.
I hope all goes well with you.
Good luck.
(INAUDIBLE)
Boss, I don't know about this
fantasy. It sounds very dangerous.
It is, my friend. It is
very dangerous, indeed.
Hello, Amy.
Good to see you, too.
I... I've got some hot
water on for tea. Interested?
MARK: That's the
way it is, Mr. Roarke.
Pete Gilbert is a client of mine,
and also a very good friend.
But, in the interest
of both of us,
I need to get his signature
on some papers that I have.
An entire fortune
could depend upon it.
I understand your
predicament, Mr. Hendricks,
but what you ask
may be quite difficult.
All I ask is to find him. After
that, I can handle it, I assure you.
Your friend's fantasy
was quite unusual.
Well, that's just like Pete. He's
always trying to find something new.
Oh, in this case, it
was something old.
He wanted to experience the adventure,
the excitement of 18th century England.
He wanted to be a swashbuckler.
Well, it figures. Pete even took
fencing lessons, if you can imagine.
And guess who his
favorite movie hero was?
Uh, who?
Errol Flynn, of course.
But 18th century England?
Shades of Tom Jones?
(CHUCKLES)
Of course, you told
him it was impossible.
On Fantasy Island,
everything is possible.
You don't mean that...
Yes, your friend,
Mr. Pete Gilbert,
is at this moment in
18th century England.
And as he does not
wish to return here,
the next move is up to you.
Well, I guess 18th century England is
as good a place as any to do business.
I was hoping you'd
regained your voice by now.
How is your father?
Your brother?
Amy,
why'd you come back here?
You're going to your parents'
summerhouse, aren't you?
There's nothing
there for you, girl!
It's all over and done with!
Go back to wherever
you were and stay there.
Amy,
sometimes
a man living alone, like myself,
forgets how to talk proper,
even though he has a voice.
I hope you'll forgive me
shouting at you like that.
It's just...
I worry about you
like you were my own.
Sometimes, it
seemed like you were.
I remember when you
were just a little fish,
running down here,
trying to tease me into
letting you turn on the
big light or the foghorn.
(SIGHS)
I can remember you
out there in the sunshine,
building your sand castles,
yelling for me to
"Come out and see.
"Come out and see!"
Amy.
I'll fix dinner for us
about 6:00, okay?
It's a date.
If you cross the bridge, the
trail will take you to your friend.
Are you sure?
Positive.
Have a pleasant trip.
MAN: Stop in the
name of the king!
All right!
Hey, Pete! Pete!
Hey, stop! It's me, Mark!
Out of the way, fool!
Hey!
Hey, Pete, come on back here!
Hey!
(GROANS)
I don't believe any of this!
ROARKE: This fantasy can only
work because it is a psychic experience
in which your mother
is still alive in your mind.
MRS. MARSON: Oh,
there you are, Amy.
Go call your father and brother for
dinner. I'll finish dishing things up.
I could have used some
help. Where were you?
At the lighthouse.
I wish you wouldn't
spend so much time there.
Why?
It doesn't look
right, that's all.
Mom, Josh was like...
Like a second father to me.
Well, he isn't your father. He's a
man and you're a young woman now.
And I don't want you
going there alone.
(SIGHS)
Mother...
Well, what's for dinner?
(LAUGHS) Pot luck. Hey, Ma.
Looks good.
Well, the boat's
all ready to go.
Right after dinner, Roger and I'll
trailer it right on down to the marina.
And tomorrow night for dinner, we
can promise you halibut, sea bass
and maybe even yellow tail.
MR. MARSON: (LAUGHING) Yeah.
I seem to remember the last
time the two of you went fishing.
It ended up being something you
bought at the market on the way home.
(PARENTS LAUGHING) Oh, yeah?
She's right, and you
know it. But this time,
Amy, it'll be different,
I promise you.
Yeah, I'll bet.
Well, tonight it's pork chops
and scalloped potatoes for sure.
Good.
(INAUDIBLE)
Pete!
Hey, Pete!
Hey, Pete!
(CROWD CHATTERING)
Priscilla, you wench, a tankard of
beer, I've a heavy thirst to quench.
In your turn, Master Pete.
Pete?
Finally!
Mark! Yes, Mark.
You do remember
your friend and attorney
whom you tried to run over
with your horse this afternoon.
(LAUGHING) That was you?
Yes, that was me. Who
was chasing you, anyway?
A country squire whom I found
lacking in honesty in a game of chance.
And I found it only fair
to relieve him of his purse.
But what are you doing
here? How'd you get here?
Mr. Roarke.
Oh. Oh.
Now, you listen to me,
Pete. I've been try...
Who's your friend, Peter?
Mark, I'd like you
to meet Priscilla,
the sauciest wench
this side of the Channel.
And, I might add,
the loveliest lady
it's ever been my
good fortune to meet.
Go on with ye. You'll not bed
me down with sweet words.
Well, then, get my friend here a tankard
of beer while I think of a new approach.
What are you doing here, Mark?
Well, I came here to find you.
Pete, you remember that land
we invested in six years ago?
Well, they want to build an
airport right over the top of it.
We've finally made
it this time, Pete.
Did you hear what I said?
We're gonna be rich.
Mark, I'm really not interested.
You gotta be kidding.
Look, Pete, I know, you're sick.
Well, don't worry. I'll get
you safely back home,
we'll find the best doctor...
Mark, I am not sick.
I'm happy. I like it here.
You go ahead and
take all the money.
Well, I can't close this
deal without you, Pete.
You've got hundreds of things to
sign here. Papers from the bank...
Please, please, a lady doesn't
conduct herself like a wench.
At least not in a public house.
Forgive me, my fair lady, but I
had the need of a tender taste
to tide me over until
the main course. Later.
We'll see about that.
Would you believe
that I love her?
I do.
Listen to me, Mark,
and try to understand.
I'm the kind of guy who
never belonged anywhere.
I think I was born
in the wrong time.
I mean, out of step with the corporate
structure, never fit the pattern...
Pete, you're talking nonsense!
No, it's the truth.
I was kind of, I don't
know, lost in time
till I met Mr. Roarke
and till I came here.
Now, all the things I want
to do, all the things I can do,
belong right here.
And I'm not bored.
You know what I'm trying to say, Mark?
For the first time in my life, I'm alive.
I'm living.
Do you mean to say that you couldn't
learn to live with two million dollars?
Oh, let's not talk
about that anymore.
I mean, you're here now, so...
So why not try it my
way? At least for tonight.
Well, that's easy
for you to say.
Mark, you can't get back until Mr. Roarke
arranges it. You're stuck here anyway.
(CHUCKLING) I mean,
loosen up. Relax. Have a ball.
I see it's not taking you too
long to pick up on our customs.
Do you mean all the
women here eat like that?
(LAUGHING) Well, it all
depends on their mood.
Well, what would
you say her mood is?
Uh, agreeable.
That's the way things
work around here, Mark.
Think about it.
(PLAYING FOLK MUSIC)
(LAUGHING)
Oh, do you remember how old you
were when I taught you that dance?
You were nine.
All arms and legs and
braces on your teeth.
Look at you now.
I'll walk you home.
(INAUDIBLE)
Hey,
uh, Amy.
I, uh,
never had a chance to tell you
how sorry I was about your mother.
(DOOR OPENING)
(DOOR CLOSING)
Pete, will you look at this?
I look ridiculous.
Now, don't worry about it.
You look great. Now just relax.
You use my room
tonight. I've got other plans.
Yeah, so I gather.
I'll see you in the morning.
(SIGHS)
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
I was watching to see
which room was yours.
Well, actually, it's
my friend's room...
The moment I saw you, I knew.
Well, I was hoping that
we'd be introduced, but I...
Kiss me!
Oh, I knew that beneath that rough
peasant's clothing was a real man.
A gentleman in disguise.
Well, I can explain. You
see, about the clothes...
No need, my brawny pet!
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
MAN: Margaret!
We're closed for the
evening! Be off with ye!
Margaret!
Margaret!
Margaret!
Margaret!
My husband! My Lord!
I'm undone! I can do you!
Oh, I don't mean
that, you ninny!
He'll kill me and you, too!
(BOTH EXCLAIMING)
And now, you swine, you shall
taste the cold steel of my sword.
Pete! Pete! Pete! Pete!
Step aside, sir. I have
no quarrel with you.
If you mean harm to my friend,
sir, then your quarrel is with me.
As you wish.
MARK: Help! Help!
Call the guards! Hurry!
(GROANS)
(SOLDIER GROANS)
Mark!
(SHOUTING)
(EXCLAIMING)
Ow!
Ha!
Hold it! Don't kill him!
We surrender.
(AMY GROANS)
Now, will you please hold still?
The seams are only pinned together.
AMY: You're telling me.
Is it a little tight
through the bust?
Well, we can fix that.
AMY: How do I look?
Like a young lady.
Beautiful. My
beautiful daughter.
Thanks, Mom. It's just great.
Let's see what we
can do about this now.
(YELPS)
(INAUDIBLE)
Ma!
Oh! No!
Amy, hide!
Ma.
No! No! No!
MRS. MARSON: No!
Ma! Ma!
No!
(SCREAMS)
(INAUDIBLE)
Ma!
MARK: Loosen up,
you said. Have a ball.
Hold it, someone's coming.
Man here to measure
your necks, lads.
I understand the judge is
gonna give you a choice.
The axe or hanging.
Now listen, you, we demand
due process. A fair trial.
Mr. Roarke.
How are you, Mr. Gilbert?
Hey, enough of these
niceties. Get us out of here.
Oh, I'm afraid that is not possible
at this moment, Mr. Hendricks.
But they're gonna kill us! Please,
take us back to Fantasy Island!
Well, unfortunately, the forces that
affect the transfer to that time zone
are at a very low ebb
right now, a very low ebb.
No, I came only
to tell you that, uh,
you must extricate
yourself from this problem.
How?
You are a lawyer, are you not?
Well, yes.
Well, what chance will an 18th
century judge have against the brilliance
of your 20th century
mind, Mr. Hendricks?
But I haven't had a...
Well, yes, of course. You're...
You're right about my mind.
Enjoy yourselves, gentlemen.
(SOFTLY) Goodbye, Mr. Roarke.
Goodbye, Mr. Gilbert.
(MAN WHIMPERING)
(FOOTSTEPS)
(GASPS)
Ma!
JOSHUA: No!
No!
No!
(GROANING)
Ma!
No! No! No! No!
Stop!
Are you all right, Miss Marson?
Are you all right?
Please answer me. You can do it.
He...
He was gonna hurt Joshua.
No, no.
I was afraid for
Amy. I struck him.
He never meant to harm anyone.
I know.
I know.
You saw how your mother died.
She ran... Yes.
She fell. She fell.
She fell.
The guilt was never
yours, Miss Marson.
She...
She fell?
It was an... It was an accident?
Yes, Mr. Templar, an accident.
Not murder, as you had thought.
(SIGHS)
Amy.
Amy, he's
my illegitimate son.
He was born
defective.
His mother rejected
him. I couldn't blame her,
but he was mine.
I took care of him because...
'Cause I loved him.
Mr. Templar kept him
here all these years.
JOSHUA: Well, at
first, I tried to get help.
I placed him in an institution, but he
only escaped and came back home.
Then after
your mother died, I...
I kept him under lock and key.
I was... I was always
afraid after that.
Ma.
Ma.
Ma.
That word, I...
I heard it that night.
What does it mean?
That's just his...
His word for mother.
(PEOPLE CHEERING)
(DRUMMER PLAYING
EXECUTION MARCH)
How can I put up a defense when I
don't even know what the charges are?
So, we meet again.
Now, look, sir,
I can explain everything
that happened.
Explain to the executioner.
Take them away.
(CHUCKLES)
Who is he, anyway?
His Worship, the Judge.
Oh, no!
You mean, he's the one that's
going to preside over our trial?
What trial? He just
gave you one back there.
Mr. Roarke, am I
ever glad to see you.
What's the plan?
Who's Roarke? What
are you talking about?
We are done for.
Get ready.
Ready for what?
You, to the block.
(RAPID DRUMMING)
Now!
EXECUTIONER: Hey!
What are you doing?
You come back
here! Come back here!
They're getting away!
Don't let them get away!
(EXECUTIONER CONTINUES SHOUTING)
(URGING HORSES)
Hey, Pete!
By the bridge!
Are you ready to return to
Fantasy Island, Mr. Hendricks?
Sure.
Come on, Pete, let's go.
Well, I'm sorry to
disappoint you, Mark,
but Priscilla and
I have decided to
get married and stay right
here in the 18th century.
Now, please understand, Mark.
I can handle it
here. I belong here.
Where's the paper you
were supposed to sign?
Well, Mark's briefcase
is still back in jail.
Perhaps this might
be of some help.
Power of Attorney?
Sign my name to
anything you want.
Goodbye, Mark.
Goodbye.
Priscilla.
I hope you find what
you're looking for.
I already have.
Good luck.
Farewell, my darling peasant.
SOLDIER: There
they are! After them!
I'm not exactly sure what's happened here,
Mr. Roarke, but I know I'm very happy.
So are we, Miss Marson.
Thank you.
What's gonna happen
to Joshua and...
Joshua will stay
on at the lighthouse.
His son has already
been taken to an
institution, where he
will be properly cared for.
I'm glad.
You've got a beautiful voice.
Thank you, Tattoo.
Goodbye. Bye.
Ah, Mr. Roarke.
I want to thank you. You've
done a great deal for me.
Someday I'd like to
come back and visit Pete.
You'd be more than
welcome, Mr. Hendricks.
Thank you.
Bye.
MARK: Look, boarding
that plane. That's Margaret!
But I thought she was back in
the 18th century. I don't understand.
She had a fantasy, too.
Margaret, her last
name is Stobel,
wanted to be married to a powerful
public official in the 18th century.
Well, do you think she'd settle
for a 20th century attorney at law,
who hopes to become
a judge someday?
Well, why not ask
the lady herself?
Thanks.
I'll do just that.
Margaret! Margaret!
The plane! The plane!
(GIRLS GIGGLING)
Good morning, boss.
Good morning, Tattoo.
Let's go.
Smiles, everyone. Smiles.
(PLAYING POLYNESIAN MUSIC)
TATTOO: He looks very
serious, boss. Who is he?
ROARKE: Mr. Mark Hendricks,
an attorney from Chicago, Illinois.
His fantasy is to find a friend who
disappeared here on Fantasy Island.
We lost one of our guests?
Well, yes and no, Tattoo.
What do you mean by yes and
no? Where is this friend, anyway?
In the 18th century.
18th century?
Uh-huh, uh-huh.
And he will have to go back
to the 18th century to find him.
Miss Amy Marson.
She lives in Denver, Colorado with
her father, a well-to-do businessman.
A tragic young lady.
What happened to her, boss?
Five years ago, she saw
her mother die a violent death.
They were alone in their beach
house, when an intruder broke in.
That's terrible.
ROARKE: Indeed.
Miss Marson was so terrified, she
was unable to even scream for help.
Because of that trauma, she has
not been able to speak a word since.
She has judged herself guilty, believing
that had she been able to scream,
her mother's life
might have been saved.
TATTOO: But, boss,
what's her fantasy?
ROARKE: To relive that night.
To know the truth.
To determine once and for all whether
her judgment of herself is correct.
But boss, what happens if
she finds out that she was right?
That's only one of the
dangers of her fantasy, Tattoo.
You see,
the murderer
has never been apprehended.
My dear guests, I am Mr. Roarke,
your host. Welcome to Fantasy Island.
Miss Marson.
Miss Marson, I hope
you realize that my powers
do not extend to bringing
the dead back to life.
This fantasy can only work
because it is a psychic experience
in which your mother
is still alive in your mind.
But I cannot change,
or add or subtract,
from what actually
happened that night.
The man who entered your house
that night was never apprehended.
Now, I must know that
you are aware of that.
If you want to, we
can always go back.
(INAUDIBLE)
Before you go to the summer cottage,
I suggest you stop at the lighthouse.
Your old friend Joshua
is waiting for you.
I hope all goes well with you.
Good luck.
(INAUDIBLE)
Boss, I don't know about this
fantasy. It sounds very dangerous.
It is, my friend. It is
very dangerous, indeed.
Hello, Amy.
Good to see you, too.
I... I've got some hot
water on for tea. Interested?
MARK: That's the
way it is, Mr. Roarke.
Pete Gilbert is a client of mine,
and also a very good friend.
But, in the interest
of both of us,
I need to get his signature
on some papers that I have.
An entire fortune
could depend upon it.
I understand your
predicament, Mr. Hendricks,
but what you ask
may be quite difficult.
All I ask is to find him. After
that, I can handle it, I assure you.
Your friend's fantasy
was quite unusual.
Well, that's just like Pete. He's
always trying to find something new.
Oh, in this case, it
was something old.
He wanted to experience the adventure,
the excitement of 18th century England.
He wanted to be a swashbuckler.
Well, it figures. Pete even took
fencing lessons, if you can imagine.
And guess who his
favorite movie hero was?
Uh, who?
Errol Flynn, of course.
But 18th century England?
Shades of Tom Jones?
(CHUCKLES)
Of course, you told
him it was impossible.
On Fantasy Island,
everything is possible.
You don't mean that...
Yes, your friend,
Mr. Pete Gilbert,
is at this moment in
18th century England.
And as he does not
wish to return here,
the next move is up to you.
Well, I guess 18th century England is
as good a place as any to do business.
I was hoping you'd
regained your voice by now.
How is your father?
Your brother?
Amy,
why'd you come back here?
You're going to your parents'
summerhouse, aren't you?
There's nothing
there for you, girl!
It's all over and done with!
Go back to wherever
you were and stay there.
Amy,
sometimes
a man living alone, like myself,
forgets how to talk proper,
even though he has a voice.
I hope you'll forgive me
shouting at you like that.
It's just...
I worry about you
like you were my own.
Sometimes, it
seemed like you were.
I remember when you
were just a little fish,
running down here,
trying to tease me into
letting you turn on the
big light or the foghorn.
(SIGHS)
I can remember you
out there in the sunshine,
building your sand castles,
yelling for me to
"Come out and see.
"Come out and see!"
Amy.
I'll fix dinner for us
about 6:00, okay?
It's a date.
If you cross the bridge, the
trail will take you to your friend.
Are you sure?
Positive.
Have a pleasant trip.
MAN: Stop in the
name of the king!
All right!
Hey, Pete! Pete!
Hey, stop! It's me, Mark!
Out of the way, fool!
Hey!
Hey, Pete, come on back here!
Hey!
(GROANS)
I don't believe any of this!
ROARKE: This fantasy can only
work because it is a psychic experience
in which your mother
is still alive in your mind.
MRS. MARSON: Oh,
there you are, Amy.
Go call your father and brother for
dinner. I'll finish dishing things up.
I could have used some
help. Where were you?
At the lighthouse.
I wish you wouldn't
spend so much time there.
Why?
It doesn't look
right, that's all.
Mom, Josh was like...
Like a second father to me.
Well, he isn't your father. He's a
man and you're a young woman now.
And I don't want you
going there alone.
(SIGHS)
Mother...
Well, what's for dinner?
(LAUGHS) Pot luck. Hey, Ma.
Looks good.
Well, the boat's
all ready to go.
Right after dinner, Roger and I'll
trailer it right on down to the marina.
And tomorrow night for dinner, we
can promise you halibut, sea bass
and maybe even yellow tail.
MR. MARSON: (LAUGHING) Yeah.
I seem to remember the last
time the two of you went fishing.
It ended up being something you
bought at the market on the way home.
(PARENTS LAUGHING) Oh, yeah?
She's right, and you
know it. But this time,
Amy, it'll be different,
I promise you.
Yeah, I'll bet.
Well, tonight it's pork chops
and scalloped potatoes for sure.
Good.
(INAUDIBLE)
Pete!
Hey, Pete!
Hey, Pete!
(CROWD CHATTERING)
Priscilla, you wench, a tankard of
beer, I've a heavy thirst to quench.
In your turn, Master Pete.
Pete?
Finally!
Mark! Yes, Mark.
You do remember
your friend and attorney
whom you tried to run over
with your horse this afternoon.
(LAUGHING) That was you?
Yes, that was me. Who
was chasing you, anyway?
A country squire whom I found
lacking in honesty in a game of chance.
And I found it only fair
to relieve him of his purse.
But what are you doing
here? How'd you get here?
Mr. Roarke.
Oh. Oh.
Now, you listen to me,
Pete. I've been try...
Who's your friend, Peter?
Mark, I'd like you
to meet Priscilla,
the sauciest wench
this side of the Channel.
And, I might add,
the loveliest lady
it's ever been my
good fortune to meet.
Go on with ye. You'll not bed
me down with sweet words.
Well, then, get my friend here a tankard
of beer while I think of a new approach.
What are you doing here, Mark?
Well, I came here to find you.
Pete, you remember that land
we invested in six years ago?
Well, they want to build an
airport right over the top of it.
We've finally made
it this time, Pete.
Did you hear what I said?
We're gonna be rich.
Mark, I'm really not interested.
You gotta be kidding.
Look, Pete, I know, you're sick.
Well, don't worry. I'll get
you safely back home,
we'll find the best doctor...
Mark, I am not sick.
I'm happy. I like it here.
You go ahead and
take all the money.
Well, I can't close this
deal without you, Pete.
You've got hundreds of things to
sign here. Papers from the bank...
Please, please, a lady doesn't
conduct herself like a wench.
At least not in a public house.
Forgive me, my fair lady, but I
had the need of a tender taste
to tide me over until
the main course. Later.
We'll see about that.
Would you believe
that I love her?
I do.
Listen to me, Mark,
and try to understand.
I'm the kind of guy who
never belonged anywhere.
I think I was born
in the wrong time.
I mean, out of step with the corporate
structure, never fit the pattern...
Pete, you're talking nonsense!
No, it's the truth.
I was kind of, I don't
know, lost in time
till I met Mr. Roarke
and till I came here.
Now, all the things I want
to do, all the things I can do,
belong right here.
And I'm not bored.
You know what I'm trying to say, Mark?
For the first time in my life, I'm alive.
I'm living.
Do you mean to say that you couldn't
learn to live with two million dollars?
Oh, let's not talk
about that anymore.
I mean, you're here now, so...
So why not try it my
way? At least for tonight.
Well, that's easy
for you to say.
Mark, you can't get back until Mr. Roarke
arranges it. You're stuck here anyway.
(CHUCKLING) I mean,
loosen up. Relax. Have a ball.
I see it's not taking you too
long to pick up on our customs.
Do you mean all the
women here eat like that?
(LAUGHING) Well, it all
depends on their mood.
Well, what would
you say her mood is?
Uh, agreeable.
That's the way things
work around here, Mark.
Think about it.
(PLAYING FOLK MUSIC)
(LAUGHING)
Oh, do you remember how old you
were when I taught you that dance?
You were nine.
All arms and legs and
braces on your teeth.
Look at you now.
I'll walk you home.
(INAUDIBLE)
Hey,
uh, Amy.
I, uh,
never had a chance to tell you
how sorry I was about your mother.
(DOOR OPENING)
(DOOR CLOSING)
Pete, will you look at this?
I look ridiculous.
Now, don't worry about it.
You look great. Now just relax.
You use my room
tonight. I've got other plans.
Yeah, so I gather.
I'll see you in the morning.
(SIGHS)
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
I was watching to see
which room was yours.
Well, actually, it's
my friend's room...
The moment I saw you, I knew.
Well, I was hoping that
we'd be introduced, but I...
Kiss me!
Oh, I knew that beneath that rough
peasant's clothing was a real man.
A gentleman in disguise.
Well, I can explain. You
see, about the clothes...
No need, my brawny pet!
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
MAN: Margaret!
We're closed for the
evening! Be off with ye!
Margaret!
Margaret!
Margaret!
Margaret!
My husband! My Lord!
I'm undone! I can do you!
Oh, I don't mean
that, you ninny!
He'll kill me and you, too!
(BOTH EXCLAIMING)
And now, you swine, you shall
taste the cold steel of my sword.
Pete! Pete! Pete! Pete!
Step aside, sir. I have
no quarrel with you.
If you mean harm to my friend,
sir, then your quarrel is with me.
As you wish.
MARK: Help! Help!
Call the guards! Hurry!
(GROANS)
(SOLDIER GROANS)
Mark!
(SHOUTING)
(EXCLAIMING)
Ow!
Ha!
Hold it! Don't kill him!
We surrender.
(AMY GROANS)
Now, will you please hold still?
The seams are only pinned together.
AMY: You're telling me.
Is it a little tight
through the bust?
Well, we can fix that.
AMY: How do I look?
Like a young lady.
Beautiful. My
beautiful daughter.
Thanks, Mom. It's just great.
Let's see what we
can do about this now.
(YELPS)
(INAUDIBLE)
Ma!
Oh! No!
Amy, hide!
Ma.
No! No! No!
MRS. MARSON: No!
Ma! Ma!
No!
(SCREAMS)
(INAUDIBLE)
Ma!
MARK: Loosen up,
you said. Have a ball.
Hold it, someone's coming.
Man here to measure
your necks, lads.
I understand the judge is
gonna give you a choice.
The axe or hanging.
Now listen, you, we demand
due process. A fair trial.
Mr. Roarke.
How are you, Mr. Gilbert?
Hey, enough of these
niceties. Get us out of here.
Oh, I'm afraid that is not possible
at this moment, Mr. Hendricks.
But they're gonna kill us! Please,
take us back to Fantasy Island!
Well, unfortunately, the forces that
affect the transfer to that time zone
are at a very low ebb
right now, a very low ebb.
No, I came only
to tell you that, uh,
you must extricate
yourself from this problem.
How?
You are a lawyer, are you not?
Well, yes.
Well, what chance will an 18th
century judge have against the brilliance
of your 20th century
mind, Mr. Hendricks?
But I haven't had a...
Well, yes, of course. You're...
You're right about my mind.
Enjoy yourselves, gentlemen.
(SOFTLY) Goodbye, Mr. Roarke.
Goodbye, Mr. Gilbert.
(MAN WHIMPERING)
(FOOTSTEPS)
(GASPS)
Ma!
JOSHUA: No!
No!
No!
(GROANING)
Ma!
No! No! No! No!
Stop!
Are you all right, Miss Marson?
Are you all right?
Please answer me. You can do it.
He...
He was gonna hurt Joshua.
No, no.
I was afraid for
Amy. I struck him.
He never meant to harm anyone.
I know.
I know.
You saw how your mother died.
She ran... Yes.
She fell. She fell.
She fell.
The guilt was never
yours, Miss Marson.
She...
She fell?
It was an... It was an accident?
Yes, Mr. Templar, an accident.
Not murder, as you had thought.
(SIGHS)
Amy.
Amy, he's
my illegitimate son.
He was born
defective.
His mother rejected
him. I couldn't blame her,
but he was mine.
I took care of him because...
'Cause I loved him.
Mr. Templar kept him
here all these years.
JOSHUA: Well, at
first, I tried to get help.
I placed him in an institution, but he
only escaped and came back home.
Then after
your mother died, I...
I kept him under lock and key.
I was... I was always
afraid after that.
Ma.
Ma.
Ma.
That word, I...
I heard it that night.
What does it mean?
That's just his...
His word for mother.
(PEOPLE CHEERING)
(DRUMMER PLAYING
EXECUTION MARCH)
How can I put up a defense when I
don't even know what the charges are?
So, we meet again.
Now, look, sir,
I can explain everything
that happened.
Explain to the executioner.
Take them away.
(CHUCKLES)
Who is he, anyway?
His Worship, the Judge.
Oh, no!
You mean, he's the one that's
going to preside over our trial?
What trial? He just
gave you one back there.
Mr. Roarke, am I
ever glad to see you.
What's the plan?
Who's Roarke? What
are you talking about?
We are done for.
Get ready.
Ready for what?
You, to the block.
(RAPID DRUMMING)
Now!
EXECUTIONER: Hey!
What are you doing?
You come back
here! Come back here!
They're getting away!
Don't let them get away!
(EXECUTIONER CONTINUES SHOUTING)
(URGING HORSES)
Hey, Pete!
By the bridge!
Are you ready to return to
Fantasy Island, Mr. Hendricks?
Sure.
Come on, Pete, let's go.
Well, I'm sorry to
disappoint you, Mark,
but Priscilla and
I have decided to
get married and stay right
here in the 18th century.
Now, please understand, Mark.
I can handle it
here. I belong here.
Where's the paper you
were supposed to sign?
Well, Mark's briefcase
is still back in jail.
Perhaps this might
be of some help.
Power of Attorney?
Sign my name to
anything you want.
Goodbye, Mark.
Goodbye.
Priscilla.
I hope you find what
you're looking for.
I already have.
Good luck.
Farewell, my darling peasant.
SOLDIER: There
they are! After them!
I'm not exactly sure what's happened here,
Mr. Roarke, but I know I'm very happy.
So are we, Miss Marson.
Thank you.
What's gonna happen
to Joshua and...
Joshua will stay
on at the lighthouse.
His son has already
been taken to an
institution, where he
will be properly cared for.
I'm glad.
You've got a beautiful voice.
Thank you, Tattoo.
Goodbye. Bye.
Ah, Mr. Roarke.
I want to thank you. You've
done a great deal for me.
Someday I'd like to
come back and visit Pete.
You'd be more than
welcome, Mr. Hendricks.
Thank you.
Bye.
MARK: Look, boarding
that plane. That's Margaret!
But I thought she was back in
the 18th century. I don't understand.
She had a fantasy, too.
Margaret, her last
name is Stobel,
wanted to be married to a powerful
public official in the 18th century.
Well, do you think she'd settle
for a 20th century attorney at law,
who hopes to become
a judge someday?
Well, why not ask
the lady herself?
Thanks.
I'll do just that.
Margaret! Margaret!