All language subtitles for fantasy_island_s01e01_pilot

Our guests are arriving on time, to the
second.

They always do.

And you always act like it's a miracle.

My dear Tattoo, when each guest is
paying $50 ,000 for a three -day stay on

Fantasy Island, he or she deserves
miracles.

Right, boss.

I find it exhilarating each time they
come, Tattoo.

New people with new problems.

new hopes, new fears.

They are so mortal.

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles. Company's coming.

Smiles.

Button your jacket.

Mr.

Arnold Greenwood, all the way from World
War II.

Paul Henley, not so long ago, the most
famous hunter in Africa.

Hemingway would have loved him.

Who is Hemingway?

Mrs. Eunice Hollander Baines.

Time Magazine's Woman Executive of the
Year.

Who's Time Magazine?

All the way from Pennsylvania for a
funeral.

My drink?

Dear guests, I am Mr. Walk, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Music, the truth.

Welcome to Fantasy Island, indeed.

Thank you.

Fantasy Island.

It's a wonderful name, a wonderful
place. Your idea?

I was consulted.

I see you'd rather not say. Well, I
respect that. I made a fortune keeping

other guy guessing.

Chain drug stores.

Well, as you know, I was a journalist
during World War II.

Well, a reporter, anyway.

But two months after the war, I quit. I
couldn't spell, let alone rhyme.

Excuse me.

I'd like to go to my room.

Oh, certainly.

Tattoo?

Yes, sir?

Show Mrs. Hollander Baines to her
bungalow, please.

Yes, sir.

This way, ma 'am.

She never said word one on the plane.

Who is she?

A firm rule on Fantasy Island, Mr.
Greenwood. No questions ever about

child.

Your paths won't cross again.

I understand.

A fantasy is personal, like mine.

Well, what was I? Oh, yes, um, wholesale
drugs.

Yeah, Mr. Greenwood.

I already know your past completely, or
you wouldn't be here.

You are rich and alone, wife deceased,
children grown and gone. Your only

interest in life now is the past.

Specifically, reliving a brief but
beautiful romance which took place in

about 30 years ago during the war. Yes.

Two days that I never forgot.

Francesca.

Does this sound crazy?

Oh, I make no judgments.

When I accepted your check for $50 ,000,
I accepted your fantasy.

And you, you found a girl who looks
exactly like Francesca.

You briefed her. All details have been
taken care of, Mr. Greenwood.

Francesca, the London flat, the pub
where first you met, they're all here on

Fantasy Island.

Everyone knows his or her role.

You're a magician.

Some call me that.

Well, Mr. Henley, I trust your first
sight of Fantasy Island isn't a

disappointment. We have most creature
comforts. If you don't see what you

simply ask for it.

Mr. Roark, your words remind me of my
own when I used to greet each new

Why don't we just skip it?

Skipped.

Let's get down to business.

Your fantasy is that we try to kill you.

We are ready.

Perhaps.

Were you able to secure expert hunters?

The ice bucket, Mr. Henley.

Nothing at all, nothing at all. Just a
little trick.

A little joke. Carry on, carry on.

Expert enough, Mr. Henley.

So he's a good shot.

But that doesn't prove much.

Is he a professional hunter?

Professional? Um, no, I wouldn't call
him that.

I wouldn't call any of the three hunters
I've hired to kill you professional.

I'd say, rather, they were, um...
dedicated.

The hunt begins tomorrow morning at 8 o
'clock sharp. When you take to the bush

from the beach house, you are allowed no
weapon save a hunting knife.

The hunt is divided into three phases.

They will be detailed to you one by one.
You may quit before or after any phase,

but not during one. You may have your
money back now or never more. How say

Tomorrow morning it is.

Fine.

Now, I'll walk you to your jeep if you
like. Your bungalow, we call it the

house, is a good way off.

You will find further instructions
there.

Question to you, Rock.

What did you mean back there about
dedicated hunters?

You'll see, Henry.

You'll see.

Your room satisfactory, ma 'am?

I don't appreciate the humor, Mr.
Rourke.

This is not a practical joke, nor simply
idle curiosity.

Oh, I had no way of knowing.

The arrangements over the telephone were
quite brief.

Mr. Rourke, you said to me, as I recall,
my fantasy is that I attend my own

funeral, arrange it, thank you, goodbye.

Very well.

I will say this much, and I will say it
only once. I suggest you say it slowly,

and as from one executive to another.

The organization I run is... Shall we
say,

larger than meets the eye.

Hollander Woolen Mills is the third
largest fabric manufacturer in the

The business was started by and has been
sustained by Hollanders, handed down

from father to son, to father to
daughter.

And each one, at some time or another,
has had to worry about who is loyal, who

can be trusted to carry on the Hollander
tradition.

And now your time has come.

Is that it?

Well, all I know, all I feel is that
some sort of conspiracy is going on.

Thus...

If I were to die suddenly, what would
happen to all of it?

As you requested, your husband, brother,
and personal secretary are arriving for

your funeral.

There is also an unexpected mourner that
you should know about.

Your sister, Elizabeth.

Who asked her to come?

She's got nothing to do with the family.

She left us long ago.

Thrown out is the way I heard it.

At any rate, it seems she read the
newspaper account.

Oh, we had to put out a new story, you
realize, telling that... Yes, I heard it

on the radio.

I was drowned at sea, a boating
accident, and would be buried here on

island that I loved, my secret hideaway.

Apparently, your sister read or heard
the same story.

I suppose she's coming here to make sure
she gets her share of the inheritance.

Possibly.

Well, we'll find out, won't we?

I mean, isn't that what this is all
about?

What would people say? What would people
do if you were dead?

That's it, isn't it?

Precisely.

Now, is there a...

Is there some way I could be close by,
see and hear what they have to say?

Indeed.

Over here, please.

You will be Miss Martin, one of the
higher -ranking servants.

What about my voice?

I'd say you're here to listen rather
than talk.

Wouldn't you?

My dear Mr. Henley, these are the
weapons to be used to kill you tomorrow.

I'm told any of them can stop a charging
rhinoceros dead in its tracks, or a

famous hunter.

Since the hunt doesn't start until the
morning, a relaxed evening has been

planned for you.

Excellent food, excellent wine, an
excellent partner for the night.

Eat, drink, and be merry, old man.

It's the last chance you have.

Not bad, Arnold.

Not bad at all.

You never looked better.

Hello, Francesca.

How do you do, Mr. Baines?

Please accept my condolences on your
tragic loss.

Thank you, Mr. Roth.

This is my sister -in -law, Elizabeth
Hollander.

Liz will do.

Flying shakes me up. Can I have a drink?

Oh, certainly. Miss Martin, see what
Miss Hollander wants, please.

Scotch on the rocks. And not too many
rocks.

This is Charles Hollander, my brother
-in -law.

Beautiful place, Mr. Ward.

I can see why my sister loved it so.

Yeah, and Connie Raymond, my wife's
secretary.

How do you do?

Where are we, anyway?

What is this place?

And why the mystery in getting here?

Come on, Liz.

It was Eunice's last request.

Your drink, Miss Hollander.

Thanks.

Dinner will be served at 8 o 'clock. I'm
sure you don't like to rest a bit now

and freshen up.

Oh, Tattoo will show you to your rooms.
Thank you.

Neat.

Anyone care to join me for a drink?

Refill, please.

Catch up with us, huh?

Lead on, Tattoo.

I'm sorry, Mr. Rourke. I didn't know she
was going to be here.

There was never any love lost between my
wife and her sister.

I tried to stop her coming, but...
Grant, don't let her get to you.

Excuse us, please.

She never called him Grant in front of
me.

Well, life goes on for the living.

So soon.

Madame, I condolence.

arrange, if you will, these fantasies,
but I am not, as the saying goes,

responsible for their content.

Excuse me.

Here we are, Lieutenant.

This is it?

Go inside.

You'll see.

She'll be there?

Everything will be exactly as it was.

Exactly.

Arnold, how are you?

Thirsty, ain't me?

You.

Arnold, I hope you got paid.

It really doesn't matter.

Tonight I'm a winner.

as we go now keep track of your own bill
all right and if there's a direct

it a direct mind you drinks are on the
house come on daisy where's sis where's

bill

That'll be six pence, Yank.

Francesca.

You did hear the air raid siren.

I'm a fatalist about German bombs.

A thirsty fatalist.

Parched. Are you a fatalist, too?

Hmm. Just curious.

You ducked away instead of going down.

He's a very brave man, I said to myself.

Well, you were wrong to yourself.

He's a claustrophobic.

Just hates small rooms with a lot of
people in it.

Me too. I go nuts in a shelter. That's
really why I'm still up here.

My name is Francesca Hamilton.

Arnold Greenwood.

Well, um, what's an American girl doing
in London?

Well, my folks came here a few years
back and loved it. We decided we

let a little war scare us away.

I'll toast that.

Cheers, Francesca.

Cheers, Arnold.

Music?

Only if I don't have to sing along.

You don't have to dance, either.

But it'd be nice.

I don't mind dancing. That's my
profession.

Oh, really? You teach like Arthur
Murray?

No, I'm in the ballet.

A ballerina. No, no, no, no. Chorus.

But don't worry.

I promise to dance badly.

I don't think you would know how to
dance.

You dance beautifully.

Must be the uniform.

No. No, they've been showing us quite a
stare of pictures instead of training

films.

I like that, Alan.

Arnold.

I'm sorry.

Oh, that's all right. I'll be Alan if
you want me to. Oh, no, no. No, I like

Arnold.

Good.

Arnold like you, too.

Have dinner with me tonight, Francesca.

But, sir.

This is so sudden.

So is my two -day pass.

Please.

We'll cook in.

My apartment okay?

If you insist.

It's a nice air raid.

Terrific.

Very nice.

Mr. Henley, compliment of Master Rock.

Well, this is a fantasy I didn't expect.

Enjoy.

I'll try.

My name's Michelle.

Hello, Michelle.

I'm... I know.

Paul Henley.

Hunter, mountain climber, jet setter,
and khaki.

Oh, boy. That really sounds terrible.

Are you a friend of Mr. Roark, or did he
hire you?

Anybody who hires me is my friend.

Did he tell you why I was here?

Everything.

Except why you wanted to kill yourself.

Is that what you think I want to do?

A hunter who wants to be hunted?

Isn't it obvious?

I'm sure Mr. Rourke wouldn't want us to
waste the whole evening discussing my

motives.

Now, what would Mr.

Rourke want us to do?

Well, I think he'd say... Let's enjoy
the

wine.

1961, very good year.

It is to Mr. Rourke and his usual
excellent taste.

To your fantasy.

demi -pliés to do. Do you mind?

Well, that depends on what a demi -plié
is.

It's one of these.

I've already done 30.

Oh, they're sexy.

I should have come earlier.

There.

I feel as if I were born on Swan Lake.

For me.

Thank you.

They're sweet.

You're sweet.

Well, if you're going to kiss me every
time I give you flowers...

Here.

No, thank you.

I already have some.

You really are Francesca.

Yeah, that's me.

Odd name, isn't it?

My grandfather was Russian.

Which brings me to dinner.

I bet you can't guess what we're having.

Lasagna.

How did you know?

He must be psychic.

The Swami sees something burning in the
oven.

My lasagna!

saved by the Swami.

Now, Arnold Greenwood, tell me all about
yourself.

How many words?

You see, that's the way they assign our
stories. They say, um, give us 1 ,500

words on Eva Braun, give us 2 ,000 words
on General Montgomery, but make it

something personal.

What does he wear to bed?

What do you wear to bed?

Well, if it's cold enough, I'll wear a
flannel nightgown.

And a funny flannel hat, too?

I would if I had one.

You will. For Christmas.

Now, tell me all about yourself, Arnold
Greenwood. Take all the words you need.

Well, I'm unmarried.

I'm unengaged.

I am a combat correspondent attached to
Ike's staff.

That's it.

Were you a reporter in civilian life?

No. But I was on the college paper until
they kicked me out of college.

And I was 4F for the Army. Bum eardrums.

How about you?

My eardrums are fine.

No.

Married?

No. Engaged?

No. Going steady?

Nope. Why?

You're bright, you're bubbly, and you're
beautiful.

And bored with the men I meet.

Or met, anyhow.

I haven't met anyone who's interested in
me, either.

Until this afternoon at the pub.

But then you're not new to me.

What do you mean?

Deja vu or something?

No.

No, nothing spooky or anything like
that. It's just that I, um... I've

searched... Um... Waited.

Waited is a better word.

I've waited... All of my grown -up
life...

For someone like you to come along.

And now here you are.

I think I'm already falling in love with
you, Francesca.

Ah.

You don't have to say anything just
because I did.

Except maybe, um... Excuse me, I'd like
to go check the lasagna.

You're a nice man, Arnold.

Excuse me.

I better check the lasagna.

Yummy. May I have more?

Why, I'm afraid that it might keep you
awake. And I have to get up with the sun

tomorrow.

Hot starts at eight.

I'll pack you a picnic lunch tonight.

Don't wake me.

Where did Mr. Roark find you?

Please. No question.

Good morning.

Eight o 'clock and time for the hunt.

Wake up, Mr. Henley.

Soon your life is on the line.

Hello.

Hello.

Come on, let me get these off.

I didn't do it.

The clothes.

They must have put something in the
brandy. Mr. Henley, there's no time.

The hunt is on.

You can be seen even now by the first
hunter through your open terrace window.

Stay down.

You never said anything about her being
handcuffed to me.

That wasn't in the rules.

There are no rules on Fantasy Island.

Except as I make them. Now I suggest you
move.

Out the front door and to the jungle.

It's dangerous where you both are now.

The next shot will be fired in five
seconds.

Come on.

Mr. Henley.

I'm the hunter for phase one.

Don't you please?

I won't.

Not for 20 minutes yet.

Phase one, Mr. Henley.

A hunting preserve. Surely you remember
those.

Usually they're owned by kings and
maharajas.

This one is owned by me.

100 yards directly to the north.

There is a red flag.

You must get there in 20 minutes' time
or the hunter will start shooting to

kill.

20 minutes to go 100 yards work.

What's the catch?

Traps.

Surely you remember animal traps,
snares.

Very cute.

You still have a choice, Henley.

Phase one.

Go or no go?

Why the girl? Why put her through this?

Yes or no?

Yes, damn it.

Don't I have anything to say about this?

You had your say when you took this job.

You dirty... Sticks and stones.

Twenty minutes, Henley.

Oh, allow me to introduce you to the
first hunter, the first dedicated

His name is Mr. Adams, Hugh Adams.

Do you remember him from Africa, in
Kenya?

You should. You cheated him out of $100
,000 worth of land in 1966.

We begin handling.

Good, Adams.

That's what I came for.

Now, you walk when I walk, you stop when
I stop, or I'll cut your arm off and go

alone. You understand that?

20 minutes, family, or the hunter will
start shooting to kill.

That vine.

The leaves are withered, dead.

Leaves die on vines, don't they?

No, the vine usually falls first.

It's an animal trap.

Dead vine used as a release wire.

To release what?

All kinds of nasty little surprises.

We can go under it, can't we?

We're going to have to.

Now what?

I didn't believe him. Shut up.

Tricky little devil.

Well, we're trying to avoid that vine up
there and stumble over this.

This is the real release wire.

He's really insane.

Ten minutes are gone, Henley.

Ten minutes to go.

You've only covered 50 yards.

50 yards to go.

We're never going to make it.

Come on.

You're insane, too.

How does it feel to be the hunted, Mr.
Henley?

Exhilarating, Mr. Roark. Never felt
better.

Regulation.

up and check the oral.

Hey, can't we even talk?

I didn't ask for a rock group, just a
little dinner conversation.

Let's talk about Eunice.

Let's remember her and not bury her.
That comes the day after tomorrow.

Now, who's going to be first?

Connie?

How about you?

Miss Raymond, I understand that you're
Mrs. Hollander -Bain's personal

for six years. Do you have any comment?

Yes. I hated the job.

Oh, why is that, Miss Raymond?

Because she had a sharp tongue and a
short temper.

Connie, how can you sit there and say
that? Please, sir.

Only one interview at a time.

Miss Raymond, are you trying to say that
Eunice Hollander Baines was a dreadful

person?

But then I'm sure you know that.

I have the distinct feeling it runs in
the family.

At least on the female side.

I see.

Well, if that's the way you felt, why
did you stay?

Him.

Oh, Liz, cut it out. No, no.

Let it go on.

I have nothing to hide.

No, I didn't stay for him.

But while I was there, I used him.

I did everything I could to make Eunice
jealous.

To make her suspicious.

Every slinky move I could make.

Every come hither look I could give.

I did anything I could to further the
illusion.

That's very interesting.

You wasted a lot of time.

I hardly noticed you.

But Eunice did.

She never mentioned it.

She wouldn't.

It would give you power.

Anyway, I got that off my chest.

Connie, baby, tell me, if that's the way
you felt, why did you come here to the

funeral in the first place?

Curiosity.

Did she remember me in her will after
all?

You know, along with the servants.

No.

She didn't.

You read it?

The will?

When she wrote it.

I'm the executor, remember?

You don't get a penny.

Surprise.

Speaking of wills, Mr. Baines, how did
you come out?

Liz, you have two options.

One, get out of here or shut up. Take
your choice. I loved my wife. Loved her?

You ran with other women. You wasted her
money. I loved her!

You're something else when aroused,
aren't you?

You even affect old lady housekeepers.

I don't suppose you ever have anything
to say?

Oh, don't start up with Charles.

Charles can take care of himself, thank
you, Grant.

Well, the mouse that roared.

I find you vulgar.

What's a little sister for?

Tell me, Chuck.

How was it all those years after Mom and
Dad died, being run by Big Sister

Eunice, being run at home, at the
office, cocktail parties, golf courses,

Christmas, New Year's, Fourth of July?

Didn't it hurt your masculinity?

Not a bit.

Nor my sanity.

This may come as a surprise to you, Liz,
but I was happy to be number two.

In the company.

As long as Eunice was number one.

She had the brains, the drive, and the
guts to run the mill just fine.

To tell the truth, Liz, I never really
gave a damn about the business.

Eunice knew that.

And she never pushed me.

I loved her for that.

Yes, I loved her.

Oh, no, you never did.

You do, huh?

Well, I guess you do at that.

Why wouldn't you? I said it enough
times, shouted it from enough rooftops.

Eunice Hollander Baines.

Ha!

Imagine, keeping your maiden name after
you're married. We didn't lose a sister,

we gained a hyphen.

It wasn't always like that.

She raised me like a mother.

And I loved her, too.

Even after she had me thrown out of
Hollander for being the town drunk.

Our own town, too.

Why did she have to come to this insipid
fat cat place and get herself killed?

Why?

The effort, the time, the trouble, the
expense.

It's so worthwhile if I find out nothing
more than my sister Liz doesn't hate

me.

She really loves me.

You wish to end the charade?

No, not yet.

Not with the others, but I do want to
end it for Liz.

Tomorrow?

Tonight, now.

I can't stand her grieving over my death
any longer.

I'm going to tell her.

I just wanted you to know.

I would have.

How?

You're in my world, Miss Martin.

Who is it?

Oh, my God!

It's Eunice!

You're alive!

It's all right. It's all right. It's
really Eunice.

Oh, I can't believe it!

Oh, Eunice!

Why? You see, it was all just a trick to
find out who my friends are and who my

enemies are and whom I can trust.

I just couldn't go on anymore with you
saying I was dead.

Well, shouldn't we tell the others?

Oh, no, not yet. There's so much I have
to learn, yet it's important they don't

know. Promise me you won't tell them.
You understand?

Yes.

Oh, Eunice.

I can't believe it. You're alive.

Oh, thank God.

I love you, Liz.

Good night.

Good night.

You bet your little booty.

I knew that something was wrong from the
beginning. It's a funny place to die

and a funny way to die and a funny way
to have a funeral.

Only the joke is going to be on her.

All we have to do now is kill her.

What? Her death has been announced and
verified.

Grant, it is our one chance.

Let's run that through again.

I think you were right about pulling a
little trick, but... But what?

We should just give up?

She has her laugh and we all go home?

Home to where you see me every other
week?

Maybe. Home to yes, Eunice. No, Eunice.

Home is hell for us.

And sooner or later she's going to catch
us and then we are both dead.

And for the lady.

Paul.

Why don't you quit?

You don't have anything more to prove.
You were magnificent back there.

What else is there?

More of the same.

Fun and games.

That's why I'm here.

I don't buy that.

It's something else, like some kind of
guilt you try and get rid of.

You're a very beautiful lady.

Well?

Was breakfast satisfactory?

Excellent, Mr. Rourke.

Excellent. Good.

This is Mr. Gitu Mba, hunter for phase
two.

A dedicated hunter?

Oh, yes.

Who also knows me.

Indeed.

Of course, there is no reason you should
know him, recognize him. He was away

from his village on safari the day of
the, uh, accident.

What accident?

Don't you remember?

In Kenya, you were driving recklessly
through his village, drunk, some say.

Cracked up, hit a parked truck, his
truck.

His child was playing inside.

Broke both his legs.

Little toddler.

Um, you needn't worry about the young
lady this time.

like you fired.

What are the conditions of this hunt?

Ah. Uh, you start from the edge over
there.

Down the hill some hundred yards or so
to, uh... To the red flag. Without

getting shot by Mr. Umba.

And where will he be during all this?

Any place he chooses along the drop. But
at no time closer to you than 200

yards.

Or so.

Or so.

Yes or no?

No.

I'd like to take a little look before I
leave.

Certainly. Please.

Well, Mr. Henley.

Okay, fine.

Oh, smashing.

There isn't anything I can say or do
that will stop you.

My shield.

That's going to protect you against
bullets?

It's going to protect my tender bottom
against the ground.

I'll see you.

I'd certainly like that.

What's he doing?

I slammed him.

Plenty of rascal, isn't he?

So far, so good, Henley.

Phase three will begin tomorrow morning.

Another tent will be set up for you to
spend the night. And, uh, rest well,

Henley. For phase three is, um... Uh,
what do young people say today?

Um... A grammar.

Liz, I'm afraid.

What of?

Look, all you have to do is be waiting
here. Waiting for her.

I'll get her out here.

But she'll never get to you.

Look, I'll take care of... Liz!

Liz!

You've got to understand, it's not that
easy for me.

If you don't want to do this, it's not
going to work. Now you decide, Grant,

or no, and decide now!

Yes.

Will you do something for me?

Yes. Go turn the record over.

If you'll do something for me.

What? Scratch your back again?

Marry me.

We've just met. I don't marry men that
I've just met.

I love you, Francesca.

Right after the war, we could go to the
States.

Oh, now, no, wait a minute.

You're going too fast. Let's just take
one day at a time.

You love me.

I know you do.

I know it.

I can feel it.

Go turn the record over.

Liar. Cheap, lousy liar.

Arnold, what is it?

Not married.

Not engaged.

No boyfriend.

You and Tim?

Why did you lie to me?

Why?

I didn't want you to know. I thought it
would be easier.

What were you after?

Money? Do you do this every night?

to get to the shelter. The hell with the
shelter. We don't believe in them,

remember? We're not going anywhere.

Arnold, we'll talk about it later. No,
we will talk about it now. Now, why did

you lie to me?

Anybody hurt here?

Yes!

You need some help?

You liar.

You liar.

Look! What?

You liar.

You... Wait a minute!

What did you do this for?

Money?

Do you do this all the time?

Why did you lie to me?

Not married.

Not engaged.

Good morning, Henry.

You slept well, I trust?

Can you hear me?

Good.

The helicopter over you is phase three.

He's going to try to kill you from the
air.

You remember chasing animals that way,
don't you, Henry?

... ...

Last we meet, Mr. Henry.

Who are you?

How about Rocktoad you were supposed to?

I guess he was in too much of a hurry to
get things started.

Well, I'm not in a hurry to finish them.

My name is Alex Davidson.

You'll excuse me if I don't get up.

That means nothing to you.

I'm sorry, I'm bad with names.

Well, let's try another one then.

My wife.

My former wife's name is Priscilla
Davidson.

Priscilla, whom you stole and used and
threw away.

Priscilla who couldn't come back to me
and who wouldn't go anyplace else for

shame.

She just disappeared, Henry.

Is there anything you want to say before
I die?

Yeah.

I am now across the line.

Mr. Davidson, the red flag.

According to the rules, I'm home free.

The hell with the rules.

The hell with you.

I make the rules on this island,
Davidson.

All of them. All of the time.

Only I break them.

Nobody else.

The rules were damned. He used my wife.

Wrong.

Your wife was used long before Henley
many times by many men.

But your way of avoiding the truth was
to single out the notorious, the

Paul Henley and blame him.

You had no justification for that blame.

Neither did the other two. The first
hunter, Hugh Adams from Kenya, who

he was cheated on a land deal, was a
liar.

He himself was trying to cheat Henley
and failed.

The second hunter was equally guilty.
His child was injured because he

him.

Gitu Mba wasn't away on a safari. He was
drunk.

His girlfriend's hot on the other side
of the village.

You knew the truth in each case, didn't
you?

You knew the truth, but you thought if
you told it, they might not want

to kill you, right?

You wanted to die for all the killing
you did as a hunter.

Animal killing.

Trophy killing.

Futile killing.

It finally got to you.

Right or wrong, Henley?

I'm speaking to you. Yes or no?

Well, it doesn't work that way.

You're just not that rotten, apparently.

You're not even all bad, or you wouldn't
have had any sense of guilt in the

first place.

Good luck, you see.

Take care of that leg.

What is he?

God only knows.

I wonder if he does.

Good morning, Mr. Greenwood.

Morning.

Yes.

Last night... I murdered Francesca.

Have you been drinking all night, Mr.
Greenwood?

I'm not drunk.

Last night I murdered my beloved
Francesca.

I choked her to death.

I murdered her just like I murdered the
real Francesca in London a long time

ago.

Well, Mr. Greenwood, it's quite possible
you did commit that murder back in

London. I killed that girl too, the one
that you sent me.

Where?

Glad.

When? Last night.

You couldn't have killed her last night,
Mr. Greenwood.

She left by seaplane this morning. I put
her aboard myself.

She was in perfect health.

I killed her.

I can show you her body.

The body on the bed.

I wrecked the flat.

Mr. Rock, come, I'll show you.

All right.

It was a photograph.

It was just like the photograph.

I'm afraid he'll just keep killing
Francesca for the rest of his life.

You'll see for yourself, Eunice. You'll
decide.

I've already decided.

Grant is as upset over my death as you
say.

Despondent, suicidal.

I want him to know I'm alive.

The charade is over.

Oh, no.

What is it?

What are you looking at?

Eunice, everything that I said to you
last night was a lie.

I don't love you.

to test you and Grant to test you too.

We just wanted you to know that before
you die.

In the absence of an ordained minister,
I shall conduct the service myself.

The 23rd Psalm.

The Lord is my shepherd.

I shall not want.

He makes me lie down in green pastures.

He leads me beside still waters. He
restores my soul.

He leads me in the path of righteousness
for his namesake.

Even though I walk through the valley of
the shadow of death, I fear no

evil.

We commend to thy bounty, O Lord, the
remains of the deceased

Elizabeth Huffman.

The service is concluded.

Well, Mr. Colander Baines, it seems you
didn't realize your fantasy after all.

You did not attend your own funeral.

I didn't miss my much either.

But for the grace of God and Elizabeth
losing her footing.

Which may also be the grace of God.

Granted, I would be there, not she.

Well, it's time we were leaving.

Shall I collect your things, Mrs.
Hollander -Baines?

I think all you can do for me, Connie,
is to write a check for your salary for

two weeks and leave it for me to sign
and send to you.

Somewhere far away, I trust.

Goodbye.

I'll look forward to your next funeral.

I'll take care of your things, Eunice.

Thanks, Charles, for everything.

I just thank God you're back.

I'd have ruined the mill in three weeks.

Eunice, for what it's worth... For help.

It wasn't all me.

It was Liz.

I was weak.

Mr. Rourke, it seems to me I have one of
two options.

The police, attempted murder, and all
that sort of thing.

Or, uh... I've always wanted a perfect
husband.

I'm too busy a woman to settle for less.

I've always wanted a man who's
considerate and attentive, selfless,

virile, and romantic.

Oh, each in its proper place and time.

May I remind you, Mrs. Hollander
-Baines, it's your fantasy.

So it is.

I choose the latter.

If you fail, if you falter ever for any
reason, I will change my

mind like that.

Well, Grant, do you accept those
conditions?

I do, Eunice. I pronounce you both still
man and wife.

Your plane leaves at two. I shall make
arrangements for the others tomorrow.

I'll see you at home.

Don't be late.

Thank you, Mr. Roark.

I enjoyed my stay.

Do you have any other good prayers?

For the living or the dead?

It doesn't really matter.

Another day, another dollar. No, no, no,
no, no. Don't start relaxing, Tattoo.

There's been a change in the schedule.

The new guests are arriving early.

How soon?

Now, they're on that plane.

But the servants, the drinks?

I notified everyone.

My white jacket?

Also notified.

Miss Angel Sherman.

The most beautiful girl in the world.

James Hoyt, penniless ranch hand who
inherited two million dollars last week.

Dr. Martin Seronsky, who thinks he's Dr.

Frankenstein.

My drink?

Dear guests, I am Mr. Rock, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.