All language subtitles for Fantasy Island s02e18 Pentagram - A Little Ball - Casting Director

The two are something that matters.

My cousin Hugo.

He's in the hospital.

Oh, that's terrible. What's wrong?

His girlfriend.

When she found out he was married, she
threw him over.

But why would his girlfriend throwing
him over put him in the hospital?

Because she threw him over a cliff.

Smile, everyone.

Smile.

Who

is she,

boss? Sister Mary Teresa.

You mean she's a nun?

But how come she's dressed like that?

Because for this weekend, she wants to
be just Mary Hoyt, the woman she was

before she entered the convent and
became a sister almost seven years ago.

She does not want to be a nun anymore?

Even she is not sure of the truth.

Ever since her best friend, also a nun,
died last month at the age of 35.

Sister Mary Teresa is wondering if she
was ever meant to be a nun at all.

And now next week, she's supposed to
take her final vows.

Vows that will last a lifetime.

But, but, how can we help her?

By helping her make her choice very
clear.

You see, several years ago she met a
young man. A young man who doesn't even

remember her.

But there was something special about
him, something that if there were ever a

man she could love, be a wife to, he
could be that man.

Can you do that, boss?

Can you bring that man here?

He's already on the island, the two.

They will meet this weekend, and Sister
Mary Teresa will have to make a

decision.

Him or the church.

Mr. Felix Birdsong, a certified public
accountant all the way from Waukegan,

Illinois.

What's his fantasy, boss?

Oh, one shared by millions of red
-blooded men throughout the world, too.

Mr. Birdsong, an avid movie fan all his
life, wishes to become casting director

for a major motion picture.

You mean with all this beautiful salad,
dressing after him to get the pass?

Oh, much more than that, my friend.

What do you mean, boss?

Well, you see, the name of the movie Mr.
Birdsong is casting is The Most

Beautiful Girl in the World.

It will be his responsibility to decide
which of the gorgeous 20 finalists

already assembled here best befits the
title.

Do you think he needs an assistant?

Oh, I know her.

It's Miss Cardwood, the famous news lady
on TV.

That's right.

Is she here for the big award show?

Well, that's what Miss Garwood would
like the world to believe. In fact, it's

already been announced she's won the
most prestigious honor.

But there is something else.

There most certainly is the truth.

You see, Miss Garwood won her award for
an expose of satanic cults called the

Black Mass.

Since that program was aired a year ago,
three men very close to her have all

died in tragic accidents.

And she blames herself.

You mean she's a jinx?

Cursed is the word a high priest of the
cult used against her.

But what?

If this has something to do with the
paranormal, how can we help her?

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

Welcome to Fantasy Isle.

Vista? Oh, I mean Miss Hoyt. I hope
you're enjoying yourself.

Yes, I am. Thank you. Oh, I'm very glad.
I must admit, I never expected to find

a shrine of St. Teresa here.

On Fantasy Island, many things are
unexpected.

I'm beginning to believe that.

You see, in a way, it's only fitting
that she be here now.

Oh?

When I was a little girl, I read
Teresa's autobiography.

I think it was that more than anything
else that made me want to be a nun.

Really?

Yes. She was only 16 when she entered
the convent.

She was very frail, so she knew she'd
never be able to do things like Joan of

Arc or build churches.

So instead, she offered herself to the
baby Jesus as his plaything.

Not an expensive toy that children would
be afraid to play with, but something

of no value, like a toy ball.

Something to throw to the ground or kick
with his foot or leave in the corner

and forget.

Or a press to his heart.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to go on.

You must have come here to talk about my
fantasy.

That is, if it's really possible.

Oh, it's more than possible.

The young man you wrote me about is
already on the island.

You'll meet him before the weekend is
up. That's amazing.

I wasn't even able to tell you his last
name.

Well, when you told me his first name
was Colin, and he had done veterinary

at the convent farm, it wasn't too
difficult to trace him.

Oh, you must be interested to know that
he's become quite noted in his field.

Zoos and animal preserves from all over
the world call on him as a consultant.

That's wonderful.

Yes.

Does he know about me?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no. It's just as
you asked.

He has no idea he's involved in a
fantasy.

What? Did I say something funny?

No, it's not you. It's just what you
must think of me.

Well, the people who told me about you
said you're a good man.

So I'd at least like for you to know why
I questioned my vocation after so long.

That's not necessary.

You see, I wanted to be just like
Teresa.

Just to be a plaything for the child
Jesus.

Something he could use or leave alone.

But he never did.

Not in seven years was I able to
accomplish anything for him.

Don't you see, after that long of not
being used, you begin to wonder if God

really wanted you there at all.

And if maybe it isn't time to start a
new life.

Ah, Mr. Birdsong.

Are you enjoying yourself?

Oh, I sure am. I've never seen so many
pretty girls in all my life.

When does my fantasy begin?

But your fantasy has already begun.

All these lovely young ladies are
finalists for the starring role in the

They were selected from over 1 ,000
candidates from all over the world.

If you need an assistant, I will be very
pleased to do so.

Ah, Mr. Sid Gordon, your producer, and
his assistant, Miss Jean Arden. May I

introduce... You don't have to tell me.
This is my new casting director, Barney

Birdsong. Oh, a Felix.

The name is Felix Birdsong.

Of course it is.

Uh, I'm sorry, I didn't get your name.

Jean, Jean Orton. Jean's my exec
secretary.

Consider her on loan to you whenever
needed.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Gordon.

Did you know I've seen every picture you
ever produced?

Good boy.

Oh, here comes one of our potential
backers.

Uh, Mr. Felix Birdsong, allow me to
present Mr.

Hammerhead Harris.

Mr. Harris was wrestling champion of the
world.

I got me a bundle that may be in the
best in this here moving picture.

Mr. Birdsong is the casting director I
told you about. The new breed of casting

director. Not Hollywood jaded, but fresh
from the heartland of America.

You folks won't mind if I borrow Felix
for a few minutes? Some more of my

financial angels I want him to meet.

Oh, uh, gents, I'd like you to meet my
new casting director.

Felix, this is she, Camilla B.

And Big Billy Tidwell.

If you prove to be good at this, perhaps
we can do some business later.

I'm thinking of restocking my harem.

Oh, really?

Well, sure.

Ladies and gents, your attention,
please.

I'm proud to announce that Sid Gordon,
that's me,

Pulled off with that diogenes dude
couldn't, I found me an honest man.

And I now would like to present him to
you, my new casting director.

The man who's going to be choosing the
most beautiful girl in the world, Felix

Bertsoff.

In the unity of unholy fellowship, we
praise and honor first Lucifer and

Beelzebub, prince of earth and angel of
destruction.

We call thy dreadful minions for the
fulfillment of our desires and

of our enemies.

Leviathan, chief of revelation,
Asmodeus, demon of blood, and of all the

and inimitable hosts of hell, by whom
the...

The celebrants of this black mass openly
worship Satan, whom they consider to be

the real ruler of this world.

Like children, they ask the devil to
bless their self -indulgent women and to

destroy their enemies.

Why they would accept the power and
promises of one who's already been known

the Prince of Liars is beyond me, and
who, if all the ancient writings are to

believed, has always been most merciless
to those who serve him most faithfully.

This is Jane Garwood, Lucifer Temple,
San Francisco, California.

It's very interesting.

But very scary.

After the program was aired, the high
priest was arrested and later convicted

fraud. One night he phoned me, ranted
like a maniac, said I'd slandered them

their God and that I'd pay for it.

I laughed at him until... This was the
first gentleman to suffer

harm? Yes, Jim.

Jim Cowell.

We'd just gotten engaged two weeks
before the program.

The police said he'd jumped from his
hotel window.

Then, three months later, Paul Kendall,
my producer, he was killed.

His car went off the Big Sur Bridge.

We never even found his body.

I loved him, too, like my own brother.

He discovered me a couple of years ago
when I was just an ambitious secretary

the newsroom.

I see.

Bert Wynn.

He drowned four months ago while scuba
diving.

I was willing to believe the first two
were accidents.

And I was beginning to like him
seriously when...

Now, what's the use of talking about all
of this? I'm a jinx. Everyone's been

calling me that, and that's what I am.

Please, Miss Garwood, I can't allow you
to judge yourself so harshly.

How much more proof do you need?

Three men are dead because of me.

Everyone I love or touch gets killed.

There are many things we cannot
understand.

If there is some force of evil plaguing
you, then to stop it, we must draw it

out.

But how?

With a proper bait.

There is a man here on the island who,
starting this afternoon, will act as

suitor. You see, he'll take you dancing,
riding on moonlight strolls. All you

have to do is pretend to fall in love
with him.

But he would be placing himself in great
danger.

Your fantasy was to find out if you are
a jinx. I know of no other way.

Who is this man?

I.

Oh, no, Mr. Rourke. I can't allow you to
do that.

Allow me?

Miss Gargo, this is Fantasy Island, my
island. And here I do what I think is

best. If you are ever to be rid of this
curse, we must do this.

Trust me.

We give evil its greatest power through
our belief in it.

All right.

Now, I suggest you go to your bungalow
and unpack.

You'll stop and see the preparations for
the award ceremonies, and then I think

it might be a nice day for a ride.

Thank you.

Not at all.

Oh, I'm scared.

You're setting yourself up to get
killed.

Oh, that too.

Don't tell me you believe in the curse,
too.

I try not to, but what if something
happens to you?

What will I do without you?

I appreciate the concern, my friend.

I'll do my best to avoid undue danger.

Somebody can brief me later on the order
of events, okay? I'm going horseback

riding.

Mr. Rourke said he'd show me the island.

See that?

New boyfriend already.

One more death, my TV ratings will go
right through the roof again.

Oh, no, not that way, please. Why not?

Every place has its dark secrets, and
Fantasy Island is no exception.

Many, many years ago, some of the
ancient tribes practiced witchcraft,

even human sacrifice in that clearing.

Come. There are much more charming
places on the island to show you.

You are undoubtedly the most comforting
man I've ever known.

And I might add, if you like, handsome,
charming. And you are undoubtedly, I'm

afraid, Miss Galwood, a woman very
gifted in the use of kind adjectives.

Oh, yes.

Oh, look.

Oh, he's beautiful.

And he's so tame.

Perhaps because he knows what you
should.

On Fantasy Island, you have nothing to
fear, Miss Galwood.

Nothing.

This will be your office.

Wow.

It's kind of different, isn't it?

Well, casting directors aren't so subtle
nowadays.

Besides, any starlet knows how the game
is played.

Really?

Listen, maybe you ought to tell me...
Well, you know, give me a few pointers,

huh? Honey, all you have to remember is
that you're the casting director with

the power to make or break careers.

Yeah, I guess that's right.

You know, back home in Waukegan, I go to
at least five movies every week,

sometimes twice in one day.

I can give anything to be in showbiz.

Say, tell me about some of the stars
you've worked with. You know, the real

inside stuff.

Mr. Birdsong, Felix, for this weekend,
you are in showbiz. Now, why don't you

get yourself organized, and I'll start
funneling in the candidates, okay?

You guys, come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Oh, my gosh.

Don't be afraid.

She won't harm you.

She's just being very rude.

I mean, obviously, what she wanted was
your popcorn.

Naughty girl.

Aren't you ashamed of yourself?

At least eat it over here.

Come on.

I'm very sorry. Come on. You stay here
now. You stay here.

Good girl.

I'm sorry she frightened you, but she
just seemed to get away from me. She

wouldn't have harmed you, though.

Do you often take walks with gorillas?

Orangutan.

Gertrude's an orangutan. It's a big
difference.

And her name wasn't always Gertrude. I
renamed her after an old great aunt of

mine.

I see.

And the hat, did that come from your
great -aunt, too? Oh, no, no.

I bought that for her. See, I'm a vet.

Veterinarian. And I sort of specialize
in exotic animals.

Gertrude belonged to a zoo in Zurich.

Only after she lost her baby, she
wouldn't eat. For a whole month. I mean,

was just pining away.

They were afraid she was going to die
when they sent for me to see if I could

help her. And, well,

she's been with me ever since.

I bought her the hat because I thought
it would make her feel better about

herself. Now she's got a whole trunk
full of them.

And do they make her feel better?

Oh, yeah.

She's back to her normal weight.

And you ought to see her in front of a
mirror.

She thinks she's the hottest number
since Marilyn Monroe.

How about dinner tonight?

Oh, well, um... Of course, if you're
here with someone else, it's... No, I'm

alone.

Well, then it's only fair. I mean,
Gertrude did eat your popcorn.

And I understand they have a wonderful
luau here.

I could call for you at your bungalow.

I don't know. I'll leave my friend home.

I'll pick you up at 7 .30.

Okay. I'm in the Hibiscus bungalow.

Hibiscus. Okay, I'll see you then.

Okay.

Come on, Gertrude.

We've got to get home and get washed up.

I'm sorry.

I don't even know your name.

Oh, I'm Mary.

Mary Hoyt. Hi, Mary. I'm Colin. Colin
MacArthur.

Come on.

I know.

Miss Bobby Joe Crandall.

Why, you look exactly like I expected,
Mr. Bird Whistle.

Uh, song.

Bird song.

Oh. Oh, I do apologize.

Mispronouncing your name like that.

I hope you won't hold it against me.

No, not at all.

Uh, well, won't you have a seat, please?

Where?

Please take my seat. Here.

There you go.

Okay.

Okay.

Uh, name?

We already know that.

I'm Bobby Joe.

Oh, sure you are.

Right. Uh, hometown?

Little Rock, Arkansas.

Born and bred.

Uh, talents?

I know I was raised in the lap of
luxury.

I know I attended all the best schools
and was voted debutante of the year.

But that was all in the past.

I'm simply not qualified to reign as the
most beautiful girl in the world.

Harold?

That'll do, nicely.

Thank you, thank you, Lisa.

Pretty bad, huh?

I was never very good at cold readings.

Improvisation's what I do best.

Oh, fine. Well, why don't you improvise
something, then? Okay.

Um... I'll improvise the seduction of a
Hollywood casting director.

Huh?

Felix, darling.

You are the only man in my humdrum life.

And I can't wait.

Now, Felix.

Now is the time.

And this...

It's the plague.

Operation North Hammer is designed to
test NATO reaction time to a surprise

attack on the vulnerable European North
flank.

This is Henry Carlson with the NATO
forces in West Baden, Germany.

Okay, then Henry accepts the
commendation for the news team and then

casino. Jane wins the golden mic. And
Jane, will you please keep your

speech down to 45 minutes? That goes for
the rest of you, too.

Would a simple thank you be enough?

Wonderful. It will win our astonishment
and our undying gratitude.

Can we get out of here?

Isn't this important to you?

Not as much as I thought it would be.
Jane, I need your signature on this.

take a second.

Sorry. That's all right.

Look out!

Oh, no, it's happening to you. The
curse.

Nothing is happening to me, Miss
Godwood. It was nothing but a...

A clumsy accident, that's all.

Mr. Rourke?

You're a very lucky man.

You were nearly number four.

and the swampy forests of Borneo and
Sumatra, where the orangutans come from,

disappearing. I mean, if something isn't
done in 20 years, rangs will come

extinct.

Aren't you the lucky one?

Yeah, I certainly am.

Are you glad you came?

But I almost changed my mind.

I was afraid that when you got back to
your bungalow, you'd figure out that I

sent Gertrude over to pester you.

Oh, no.

Why did you do that?

Because you're a very pretty lady, and I
thought it would be a good way to meet

you.

Is that surprising?

You're blushing.

You know, I can't figure you out.

All night long, I'm trying to find out
about you, and you always manage to turn

the conversation around to where I'm
talking about my animals.

How am I going to find out who you are,
mystery lady?

Is that so important now?

Please, can I have your attention?

You have been watching a beautiful lady
dance for you.

And now comes the highlight of our show.

When they will teach you the fantasy
island dance.

to the three lucky men who received the
flower lace in the last dance.

Please, a round of applause.

I don't think she's going to take no for
an answer. I'll teach you. Come on.

Now, gentlemen, line up, please, and do
as the girls do.

Music, please.

Oh, we're going to a hooky lot.

Hooky, hooky, hooky, hooky, hooky, hooky
loud.

Everybody loves the hooky loud.

Well, the lau lau is a cow cow at the
hooky loud.

Oh, we throw our nets out into the sea.

And all the umma umma come a -swimming
to me.

Oh, we're going to a hooky loud.

Hooky, hooky, hooky, hooky, hooky loud.

I'd like to see you again.

Tomorrow morning I've got some things to
do, but I thought maybe in the

afternoon we could, you know, have a
picnic or something.

I'd like that very much.

You know, it's funny. I came to this
island to work. I mean, everybody else

comes here. It's a fantasy.

And suddenly I walk right into it.

And I'll see you tomorrow.

Good evening, Tattoo.

Good evening, boss.

Still up?

Yes, I didn't feel much like sleeping.

Oh.

Besides, I want to make sure that you
got a home, okay?

Your concern is deeply appreciated.

That's enough, my friend.

One of the deadliest snakes in the
world.

Boss, it's a black mask I'm borrowing.

Boss, it was meant to kill you.

Do you know who it was?

Whoever it was seems to know the island
as well as we do.

You know, it's really going to be tough.

What, choosing the most beautiful girl
in the world?

Yeah.

You know, if it was back in the 30s, I'd
probably pick Madeline Carroll.

Now, there was a real beauty.

You're really taking all this seriously,
aren't you?

Well, of course. It's a big
responsibility.

Well, that's how they all start out,
eager and naive.

What's wrong with that?

Nothing, but it never lasts.

Morning.

Good morning, Katu.

What's the champagne for breakfast?

We didn't order any champagne.

Compliment of the three gentlemen over
there.

Uh -huh. It begins with champagne and
ends with a brown paper bag full of

Are you implying that I'd sell out?

Don't be ridiculous.

Well, fact, Hammerhead Harris is
sponsoring Miss Little Rock.

Fact, Big Billy Tidwell is sponsoring
Miss Brooklyn.

And fact, Sheik Habib over there is
sponsoring Miss Can -Can, Gigi.

Now, does that tell you anything?

I won't be bought.

Oh, good morning, doll.

All set for the big event? Not quite,
Mr. Rat.

You're using him, aren't you?

Using who? What are you talking about?

That nice, sweet, naive Felix Bird song.
You've set him up as a patsy.

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

Sid, I just came from your office where
I went through your personal files and

your personal set of books.

Now you've oversold a picture, Sid.

50 % to Big Billy Tidwell, 50 % to the
oil sheik.

And as far as I can figure out, about
120 % to that moron Hammerhead Harris.

And you promised each and every one of
them that their girl would be the star.

All right, hey, so get a little show at
Birdsong.

So what?

Sid, this is no small potato deal.

Felix could get hurt or worse.

Listen, Doc, how would you like a nice
boost in salary and a new title?

As of right now, you're raised 100 bucks
a week and you're associate producer on

the film.

Aren't I wonderful?

I should have made it 200 bucks.

talk to you for a second?

Of course, Tatu. Come on in.

Here.

What's this for?

It's for you.

If you leave the island.

I sold everything I had.

My car, my horse.

Forget that. If you need more, not much
more.

I try.

Tattoo, why?

Miss Cardwood, do you know what a cobra
is?

It's a very deadly snake.

It can kill in seconds.

Somebody put one and this in the desk of
my boss last night.

Oh.

Oh, no.

Miss Cardwood, before it's too late,
leave.

Don't let him get hurt.

You love him too, don't you, Tatu?

Yes, I do.

Before I met Mr. Rock, I was nobody in
the world.

People used to laugh at me.

Nobody took me seriously.

And when I met him, I knew that he loved
me more than anyone did.

He's my friend.

I love him.

I would die for him.

Tattoo?

Would you care to tell me why you're
here?

He told me what happened last night.

Oh, I see.

I think you had better leave us now, my
friend.

Boss, you're not mad at me, are you?

Don't blame him.

He loves you so much.

And if anything happened to you, I'd
feel the same way.

No, Tattoo is right.

I've got to leave the island before this
curse kills you too.

Nonsense.

There was nothing supernatural about
that snake.

Or whoever tried to run me down.

You have a choice.

You can run and let this person follow
you and harass you.

Or you can trust me.

Let me try to put an end to it here.

It's not much further.

We'd better be a little careful from
here on. She might be a little testy

her cubs.

It's all right, girl.

It's all right.

Oh, she's beautiful.

Did Mr. Rourke raise her?

Her and three others.

She's a white wolf.

An old Indian chief gave them to him to
preserve.

Once, they roamed the plain states by
the thousands.

Now these and a handful of others are
all that are left.

Come on, you're going to be all right,
girl.

This may be the last time you see me.

Do you mind if I show you brood to a
friend, huh?

Come here.

What was wrong with her? She had a bad
infection. They thought she was going to

die.

It's just that someone recently died
that was very close to me.

I don't know. I was thinking how
wonderful it must be to be able to give

back.

Well, sometimes nothing does any good.

But at least with your animals, you had
the skill to try.

And when you're through, you can feel
like you've done something.

The person who died must have been
very...

Special to you for you to care so much.

I think I know how you feel.

Someone very close to me died recently
also.

A nun in New Mexico.

She was maybe the finest person I ever
knew in my whole life.

It's only I think she would have liked
you.

Carmen, hold me, please.

You know, it's crazy.

I don't know who you are or where you're
from.

If I didn't know better, I'd say I'm
falling in love with you.

Thank you, Miss Dalton. You're an
excellent dancer.

Oh, thank you.

I also do tap, ballet.

I remember that.

I'll see you later at the big event.

Oh, good.

Bye -bye. Thank you. Bye.

Well, there goes the last candidate.

Now the real work begins.

Deciding on a winner.

Just think, Jean. In my hands, I hold
the futures of 20 girls who want to be

stars like Norma Shearer, Betty Davis,
Greta Garbo, Hepburn, Colbert. Stop it.

Stop being such an ethical, genuine, 24
-carat pigeon.

Pigeon? What do you mean?

Sid Gordon.

He's using you, Felix.

He's oversold the picture and he's
promised the part to three different

Unless I miss my guess, he's not even
going to make this picture.

You mean the whole thing is a fake? A
sham?

But how could Mr. Gordon do such a
thing? I mean, he's one of the great

producers of our time.

Did you see Blossoms in the Snow? One of
the most sensitive pictures I ever saw.

Now, he produced that.

Oh, Felix, that was a long time ago.

He's made a dozen flops since then, and
half of those are con jobs where he

swindled people out of money.

But he's one of the best.

I just don't see how Mr. Gordon could do
such a thing.

Making movies is a public trust.

Miss Hoyt, I thought I might find you
here. Is everything okay?

Well, there have been several urgent
cables from the convict.

Is something wrong?

No, no, it's just that Mother Superior
has said she must know in the next 24

hours whether or not you will take your
final vows.

Yes, my leave of absence will be over
tomorrow.

Yes.

I guess there are a lot of decisions I
have to make.

Colin has asked me to marry him.

I was just admiring your antiques.

What can I do for you, Mr. Marshall? Oh,
I think the point is, what can I do for

you? I beg your pardon?

I believe you know that you and your
girlfriend are the talk of the island.

You mean Miss Garwood?

You come off it, Rourke.

I came here to warn you.

This curse business is nonsense. It's
her. She's the killer.

I see.

You don't believe me.

Why do you dislike her so intensely, Mr.
Marsh?

Mr. Rourke, this is Paul Kendall.

He was my friend.

We came up in the business together. He
was her producer.

He was a fine newsman till he met her.

And suddenly all he cared about was her
career.

So he created her.

And then he died.

And you really believe she killed...
Three men to further her career.

When she picks up that award this
evening, she'll be the biggest thing on

television. People have killed for less
than that.

I see.

Well, unfortunately, there is a very
large flaw in your theory, Mr. Marsh.

see, Miss Garwood is determined to
retire.

Oh, it's true.

The press release was distributed an
hour ago.

The award ceremony will be her last
appearance ever on television.

Now, will you excuse me? Of course I'll
excuse you.

I just hope your judgment is not so
clouded that you've fallen in love with

It's an attraction that's proved fatal
for three men already.

Yeah, too.

Whatever happened to honesty is the best
policy?

And a man's word is his bond?

Beats me.

You want to know something?

I'm never ever going to go to another
movie as long as I live.

I'm even going to give up popcorn.

Oh, Mr. Belson.

No, no, I made up my mind.

You see...

All my life I wanted to be in show
business.

All that glamour and everything.

I wouldn't be in it now if Faye Dunaway
walked in here and got down on her knees

and begged me.

Mr. Bergson, I know how you feel.

But how would you like to get even with
Mr. Gordon?

Oh, tattoo, I'd give anything.

Including a 1934 copy of photo play in
mint condition.

I've got an idea.

But we've got to hurry.

The selection for the most beautiful
girl in the world starts in a few

Let's go.

Can we stop off and pick up my best
friend Jean?

Of course. Come on.

will remain safely while on this island.

But I'm in no danger. You are. I don't
think so. Not anymore.

You see, I am persuaded your television
career, your image, is somehow the key

to this curse, to everything that's
happened.

And if I am right, I've already set the
trap with you as the bait.

Whoever is behind this alleged curse
will now come to this bungalow looking

you. How do you know that?

The three men who died.

Each was an impediment to your career.
Think about it.

With your announcement today of your
retirement, you will be the one final

impediment.

Please get in.

My private 747, the flying carpet, is en
route here.

After Mademoiselle Gigi is named the
winner, I invite you all to a party at

Sahara Desert Oasis.

Afternoon, Mr. Gordon.

Everything under control?

Quiet.

He's in the bag.

How do you feel?

Sober as a judge. Which you're about to
become, much to the surprise of Mr.

Gordon, whose tattoo's going to be the
announcement.

Thank

you.

Welcome. This afternoon, one lucky girl
will be chosen to star in a picture, the

most beautiful girl in the world.

The man who is going to choose the lucky
winner is Mr. Bertrand.

Come on, please.

Thank

you

for your generous welcome.

Choosing the most beautiful girl in the
world hasn't been easy.

They say that beauty is in the eye of
the beholder, and I believe that.

And with that thought in mind, I have
made my final decision.

Today's winner, the girl who is going to
win $25 ,000 from Mr.

Sid Gorton and his backers, And who will
star in the film, the most beautiful

girl in the world, is number one through
number 20. I

say all the girls are winners. And all
of them get the prize money.

20 winning.

At 25 grand a piece, that cost me $500

,000.

That looks hot in here. Before I grab a
breath of fresh air, we wish to grab

something also.

A scurvy infidel by the throat.

We've got unfinished business.

How'd I do?

Insatiable. Not even Sid Garden can
squirm his way out of this one.

I've been looking for you everywhere. We
were supposed to meet two hours ago.

I'm sorry.

I had a lot of thinking to do.

About us?

Colin, last night you asked me who I am.

Where I'm from and why I came to Fantasy
Island.

Mm -hmm.

I came here for you.

For me?

We've never even met.

Yes, we have. We just don't remember.

It was more than four years ago.

You came out to the farm to take care of
our animals.

And Sister Margaret introduced you to
all of us. And you told some really

stories. And you made us laugh.

And you were so gentle with the animals.

You were a nun.

I still am.

Until tomorrow.

That's when I have to decide whether or
not to take my final vows.

And?

There's nothing for me there anymore.

Can you be so sure?

When I first entered the convent, I
wanted to be just like St. Teresa.

The toy ball.

Well, you know the story.

Of course you would if you knew Sister
Margaret.

Well, anyway, it just didn't work out
for me.

The baby Jesus never used me.

In all those years, I was left
untouched.

Even when Sister Margaret was dying of
cancer, and she was only 35.

Couldn't he have even heard me then?

Your sister Mary Teresa?

Yeah, that was my name.

I'm sorry. I don't mean to go on.

It's just that it's important to me that
you know who I am.

Or was.

I'm not bitter. I realize now that God
has something else in mind for me.

Maybe maybe in you.

Do you love me?

I know I can.

I know you're a good man, and I feel
inside that I could be a good wife to

And I'll try. I'll try real hard, just
like I did for the toy ball.

I feel so foolish.

So alone.

Don't.

I'll be at the bridge tomorrow, if you
want to see me.

And if you don't, I'll understand.

cemetery, Mr. Rourke.

I don't like this tattoo. Something is
wrong.

What's happening?

Nothing. That's just it.

It's perfectly quiet.

I was certain the announcement of Miss
Garwood's retirement would force him to

make a move. In who?

The one responsible for the curse.

And if I'm not mistaken, someone who's
come onto our island uninvited.

Come, we'd better make a phone call. I
want to make sure Miss Garwood is safe.

Yes? Miss Garwood?

Oh, it's you. You had me worried. Is
everything all right?

Yes, perfectly.

What about you?

Oh, it's been absolutely quiet.

As a matter of fact, I'm getting so
bored that I don't think that...

What

happened?

I don't know.

Where are we going?

You are staying here, my friend. Out of
danger.

I'm playing a hunch, which had better be
right.

In the unity of unholy fellowship, we
praise and honor first Lucifer and

Beelzebub, prince of earth, angel of
destruction.

We call thy dreadful minions the
fulfillment of our desires and the

of our enemies.

Hail to thee, black prince, from the
grotto whose charge we bear.

Hail to thee and to thy fathers within
whose fame thou laughs in screams, in

terror, and in merriment, in fear, and
in ecstasy, in loneliness and in anger

upon the whim of thy will.

Hail, prince of the abyss. In thy name
let us behold the father.

Let the old one who reigneth upon the
world of horrors come and speak with us,

for we would again strengthen the bond
that liveth within the dark angels.

Hail, father of the world of horrors.

Hail, father of the hornless ones.

Hail, ram of the sun and the deathless
one who sleepeth not while thy horror

thy name and thy bond liveth.

I am that I am through the dark angels
that I speak and the hornless ones.

And I pledge unto you the bonds of the
demons through whose will this world has

come to be.

And to speak the bond of the nine dark
angels.

Hail, father and lord of the dark
angels.

Master of the universe from whom we
receive all strength.

You see.

Nothing supernatural.

Only a man in a black robe.

Human hands holding a snake.

Dangerous. Deadly.

But hardly spiritual.

Prince of the Abyss, in thy name let us
behold the Father.

Let the Old One who reigneth down the
world of horrors come and speak with us.

Let us see you.

The man who arranged the black mass.

The one man whose body was never found.

No one can save him now.

I can't believe it.

Why would Paul Kendall want to kill me?

Because he created you.

He created your television image.

So any threat to that image had to be
destroyed.

Don't you see? Your fiancée, myself.

But he feared being caught.

So he staged his own death.

But if he tried to kill me, wouldn't he
be killing that precious image too?

You had already done that today when you
announced your retirement.

At least you guys are still with me.

I thought I'd buy

Gertrude a bag of her own today.

Here, Gertrude.

I didn't come to marry you, Mary.

I... I don't think I could stand the
competition.

What do you mean?

Well, just about people and emotion.

The way things happen, like people we
love dying and how it turns your whole

head around and confuses you.

But I'm not confused.

Sister Margaret was a saint.

Yes, but you said you were never used.

That in all the years in the convent,
you did no good.

That's right. It's true.

Is it?

You know, when I got back from Tanzania,
among all the mail waiting for me was a

letter from Sister Margaret.

She must have written it just a few days
before she died.

I'd like you to hear part of it.

The pain gets worse every day now.

Outside I can hear the children playing
and I want to cry to be with them.

I know I'm being tested now.

The pain, the pain.

And every day I thank God for Sister
Mary Teresa.

I would have gone mad by now if not for
her.

Denounced my life, my vows, my God.

But she's always there.

Like the original Teresa.

Always kind and sweet and taking care of
me.

The other sisters tell me she's held the
whole school together just by being

herself.

A simple devotion.

No great cathedrals or hospitals or
anything can match the

greatest gift which she gives us all.

The love and goodness.

May I please have my ball back?

Time to throw it back, sister.

They need to use it.

Thank you.

Oh, Miss Dowd, I'm sorry. Happy you won,
dear one.

Oh, thank you, Tattoo.

I just wanted to stop and say goodbye.

I'm glad you did.

Have you decided what you will do now?

No, but I'm going to take a leave and
think about it.

I see.

I suppose it's safe now if anyone wants
to care for me.

Care for you?

The Spaniards have a proverb.

Well, actually, they have a proverb to
fit any situation, but this one says...

That you can want a woman for her body,
but you can only love her for her

character.

I think many men will want to love you,
Miss Garwood.

Thank you, gentlemen, for a wonderful
experience.

You are most welcome, Miss Hardin. And
what about you, Mr. Birdsong? Was the

fantasy worth it?

You know, I was just wondering the same
thing until a few minutes ago.

What happened?

Well, I called my brother who runs the
accounting department in Monument

Pictures.

And? Well, he offered me a full -time
job working in the accounting

Don't you see, Mr. Rourke?

As of tomorrow morning, I really will be
in showbiz.

Oh, congratulations, Mr. Birdsong.

Thank you so much.

Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye, Mr. Hardin.

Well, sister, I see you've made your
decision.

I hope we were of some assistance.

Yes, Mr. Vore, more than you'll ever
know.

I realize now that I've been living my
real fantasy all along.

Thank you very much.

You're very welcome, sister.

Goodbye.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Oh, Tattoo, the money you tried to give
Miss Garwood, she returned it to me. I

don't care. None of that stole my horse
and my car.

Well, as a matter of fact, I bought them
back.

Boss, I want to thank you very much.
Yes, the gentleman insisted on $1 ,200.

$1 ,200?

Yes.

But you only gave me $1 ,000.

It seems he has a rule. He buys low and
sells high.

Boss, I'm sorry.

Every time I try to do something, I cost
you money.

That's who I consider a dear, true
friendship such as ours beyond any

Thank you, boss. Thank you very much.