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Tattoo? Tattoo, you don't even have your coat on yet.

It's not my fault, boss.

The plane is an hour early.

Early? It's right on time, as it always is.

On time?

That's impossible.

My watch.

Yes, Tattoo?

It's not ticking anymore.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

You're sorry?

You're sorry?

You know how much that watch cost me?

Well, evidently a great deal more than it's worth.

Now come along.

We wouldn't want to be late.

Smiles, everyone, smiles.

We want our guests to feel welcome.

Ah.

Anne and her brother Tony.

Just look at the excitement in their eyes.

And that's their parents, right, boss?

A half right tattoo.

Anne and Tony's parents are divorced.

That is their mother, Evelyn Elino.

And the gentleman with her is her fiancé, Carlisle Cranston.

I understand he's quite respected in Boston banking circles.

And a Boston banker can surely afford a full price for his fantasy.

Of course, Tattoo.

If the fantasy they were to be involved in were his.

No, Tattoo, this fantasy is very special and very inexpensive.

As a matter of fact, it cost exactly $51.

$51?

Mr.

and Mrs. Douglas Shane.

Are they paying for their fantasy?

Oh, most assuredly, Tattoo. The full price, you'll be happy to know.

Mr. Shane is a very famous attorney.

With one deeply troubling problem.

Miss Jane Howe.

Is she Master Shen's problem?

Yes.

You see, when Miss Howe was about 13 years old, she suffered amnesia.

Is that her husband?

Bill Jordan is Miss Howe's fiancé. They plan to be married next month.

And Mr. Shen wanted to find out who Miss Howe really is.

Oh, very much so, Tattoo.

She might be the long -missing daughter of a rich rubber plantation owner named

Jonathan Connors.

And if he is, what happens then?

Then Mr. Shane will give Miss Howell the sum of $30 million.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Children.

Hi, Mr. George.

Are you enjoying the food?

Oh, yes, sir.

It's terrific.

You seem to have a way with children.

I'll be anxious to see the survival camp you've built for their stay.

Oh, I'm sure you'll find it quite intriguing, Mr. Cranston.

But he doesn't have to see it, Desi.

I thought it was only the parents who had to approve the camp.

Oh, but I'm sure your mother has come to rely quite a bit on Mr.

Cranston's judgment, sweetheart.

Yes, of course.

I wouldn't dream of leaving you both there unless Uncle Carlisle and I both

approve of the facility.

Something wrong, Anne?

No. No, of course not.

Oh, by the way, where are the other campers and their parents?

Yes, we seem to be the only ones here.

Ah, the rest of your party.

The rest.

on earth is Harry doing here?

With his fiancée. It is my policy that both parents must examine and approve

camping facilities before the session begins.

I'm sorry if you weren't informed.

It's really too bad the original Connor's plantation house was destroyed

fire. It would have been best to take Jane back there to the island where she

grew up to awaken her memory, but since that was not possible, we have recreated

it here.

Amazing.

It's exactly like Connor's old place.

I think you'll find more than just the house has been recreated here.

Bill, those drums.

You must be mad.

You didn't bring them here, too, did you? What are they? What are you talking

about? They're voodoo drums.

Voodoo?

Oh, come on. We're not going back to the Stone Age, are we?

Close enough.

Connors' family exploited the natives on their island for five generations.

Voodoo was the only thing they could fight back with.

And you take that hocus -pocus seriously?

Connors did.

He lived the last few years of his life in absolute terror.

There was a high voodoo priest, a juju man named Jamu, who ordered the

plantation house burned down after Connors' death.

And you brought this voodoo priest here now?

Well, if Jane is to have a true test of her memory, it is important that as many

things be the same as they were all those years ago, even the fear that

permeated the land.

Huh. This is crazy. Come on. Come on, honey. We're getting out of here. You're

all free to return to the main house if you wish. But if you do, I promise you,

the secret of Jane's past will be locked here forever.

Bill, I want to stay.

Yeah, but voodoo, honey.

I mean, who knows what these people might do if they think you're Connor's

daughter.

Mr. Jordan is right, Miss Howell.

If you choose to stay, I would not discount the possible danger to

I understand.

Bill, please, you must understand.

I have to stay.

I have to find out if I'm the little girl that lived here.

Then may I wish you all a very pleasant weekend.

The Jeeps will return for you on Monday morning.

Excuse me.

At least it stopped.

Well, we might as well go inside.

Anything, honey?

Do you remember anything at all?

I don't know. I think so, but... Who's that?

It's Mamala.

Where did Mr. O 'Rourke find her?

You've been searching for Mamala for years.

I'm beginning to think that Mr. O 'Rourke has a way of doing a lot of

rest of us don't.

What, Mamala, the nanny that raised the connoisseur? I bet my life on it.

Hey, what are you... Sorry.

How you get that scar?

I don't know.

Jane doesn't remember anything before the age of 13.

Does that scar mean something to you, Mamala?

I have what to do.

Well, these are the camp facilities for the children. Does anyone wish to

inspect the premises further?

Is this some kind of joke?

No, look, isn't it something?

It's just like our old cabin. The one we used to rent every summer by the lake.

Oh, don't be silly, darling.

Our old cabin was quite different.

Remember, there was an old swing hanging from a tree and a rain barrel near the

porch, and the place was just hopping with frogs.

Like this one?

the same, but it does seem... Oh, we had such good times there.

Remember? Nobody wanted my paintings. Not even for target practice.

Always managed to scrape up enough to rent that broken down,

wonderful old cabin.

Yeah. Well, I'm sure it was very nice then.

Yes, well, I think we'd better look the place over and leave quickly.

Let's get on with it, shall we?

Mr. Woods, how'd you do it? It's our cabin. It really is.

Yeah, Mom and Dad always loved being here.

Yes, I know.

Perhaps they will again.

But whatever happens, the matter now rests entirely in your hands.

Yes. We didn't think we had to... We'll have to what, Anne?

Well?

I could be wrong, Mr. Rock, but I'm getting the distinct feeling that some

of explanation is in order.

It is indeed, Mr. Cranston.

The truth is I'm afraid you've all been brought here under false pretenses.

I knew there was something strange about a children's camp that required the

ferrets to visit.

I mean real cancer so parents can get rid of kids.

Really?

Well, as you know, this is Fantasy Island, the place where people come to

realize their secret wishes. You are here because the children, Anne and

have a fantasy they wish fulfilled.

The children?

Just exactly what is their fantasy, Mr. Rourke?

Oh, it's a very common one, Mr. Colino.

One shared by many children all over the world.

They want to see their mothers and fathers in love with each other again,

they were when the family was whole and happy.

You mean there is no survival camp?

On the contrary, Miss Arnold, you're in it.

And it's all of you who must survive with one another until we return for you

after the weekend.

Will you excuse me?

Now, wait a minute.

Now, now, wait. Wait. Just wait a minute. Where are you going? You can't

leave it here.

Oh, I assure you I can, Mr. Cranston.

You'll find everything you need. There is a change of clothes in the cabin and

in the woods and the lake, all the food you could hope to eat.

But this is absurd.

This is incredible.

Indeed.

This is Fantasy Island.

Now, Angelina, you have some explaining to do.

Thank you.

Jane.

Honey, it's me. Is there anything?

It's okay, honey.

Honey, stay still.

Oops.

I've forgotten how cold it gets in the woods at night.

I think we all better spend the night here in the cabin where we have the

Remember when it snowed at the lake and it wasn't even winter?

Well, that was years ago. It's over and done with. You shouldn't... Oh, I'm

sorry, Annie.

It's been a difficult day.

Well, I, for one, am ready for bed.

The sooner I'm asleep and unconscious, the better I'll like it here.

Grace, you've taken the words right out of my mouth.

Now, as to the sleeping arrangements, I've given that some thought.

I thought you might.

Tony and you and I will sleep in the bedroom, which is colder.

And Anne and Grace and Evelyn will sleep by the fire.

Now, if that's agreeable, naturally.

That's terrific, Carlisle.

Let's go get the cot from the bedroom and bring it by the car. Yeah, pal, pal.

Mom and Dad don't get together soon. They never will.

Yeah, but what can we do about it?

I don't know.

But one thing's for sure.

Uncle Carlisle's sleeping arrangements aren't helping matters.

normally what are you doing just cold make sure blanket on i heard noises i

singing sing haitian lullaby like when marion was young well i think

she's sleeping now you better go and get some sleep yourself

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

I don't know. Maybe we were wrong.

Maybe Mom and Dad are happy with Grace and what's -his -name. You know that

isn't true. It can't be. At least they don't want to anymore.

Yeah, but they don't laugh either.

There's just got to be a way to get Dad and Mom alone.

You mean without Grace and what's -his -name?

No, I mean alone alone.

Just the two of them.

Out in the wilderness, where they spent their honeymoon, where we spent all

those happy vacations.

How come they have to be alone?

I mean, what can they do alone they can't do with us?

Are you sure you're 13?

That's it.

That's what?

The barn.

A place where they can be alone.

A place where maybe they can remember what it was like just being people.

You really think it'll work?

It's gotta work.

If I could just figure out how.

A lot of people don't understand why they have to be alone.

Don't worry about it. I'm sure it'll all make sense in a couple of years.

Come on.

Good day, Miss Hogan.

Miss Hogan?

Miss Hogan?

Oh, Mr. Rourke, I'm so sorry I just didn't see you.

I'm afraid I'm in such a dither.

Oh, nothing wrong, I hope.

Wrong? What possibly could be wrong when you've given me the most perfect

fantasy a girl could ever have?

If it were so perfect, why are you in such a ditter?

Why? But how can I not be? I mean, how can a girl choose between Robert Redford

and Bird Reynolds?

Are they both here?

Well, it's your fantasy, Miss Hogan. I'm afraid you just have to solve your

dilemma on your own.

Oh, Mr. Rourke, I was hoping you'd say that.

Well, I... I guess me and the boys will just have to keep trying.

But how do you do it?

How, indeed.

I only wish I had his stamina.

That juju man is something else. A juju man, very powerful.

Yes, we know, Mama La.

Juju man makes strong medicine.

Bill, stop it.

Mama La believes in that. Please don't make fun of her.

All right, I'm sorry.

I guess it's... I think his being out there is just getting on my nerves.

I know.

Why does he hate me so?

He's afraid of you.

But why?

I would never hurt him. I don't even know him.

Jamu and his followers are afraid you will go back to the island.

Then it will be as it was when your father was alive.

All will belong to you.

But there's no more plantation.

And Jane wouldn't rebuild the plantation anyway.

What's he got to be afraid of?

You ask, I tell.

Well, I don't believe it. There must be some way to talk to him or some way to

explain.

How you know that?

I just know it.

Why?

What's so special about that tune?

That Haitian song.

I teach my baby when she was young.

Ah, Peter, that doesn't work.

I must say I admire your persistence, Peter, too. You've been working on that

watch almost two days now.

I am going to write a letter to Ralph Nader.

He should make them send me a new one.

I hope I'm not disturbing you, but you did attend to the details of the

children's fantasy as I requested, did you not?

Of course, of course.

Don't I always take care of details?

But it does not mean it's going to work.

May I?

Thank you.

Patient.

May I?

Thank you.

You must learn the art of patience.

And also, once you've set the proper elements in motion,

Anything is possible.

It's kicking.

Indeed.

But I am curious. Do you really have doubts that we can deliver Anne and

fantasy?

I'm afraid, boss, that their fantasy is not as easy as fixing a watch.

I feel sorry for the kids.

Why? Well, I've done everything you ask.

But for your plane to work, it will have to rain.

Oh, yes, that too, yes. I'm well aware of that fact.

But it has not rained on Fantasy Island in nine years.

I believe it's been nine and a half years, to be exact.

real upset.

He ran out of the boys' room crying and went out to the barn.

What's he upset about?

You and Dad, Mom. What else?

And he's all alone out there. You know he's afraid of the dark.

Okay.

I'll take care of it.

Dad, it's Annie. She went out to the barn.

Good night, son.

She says she never wants to see you again. Not ever.

Yes, she does.

She's really upset.

Well, I'll go talk to her.

Where did you say she was?

In the bar.

What are you doing?

The children.

Come on.

Well,

there must be another way, I think, right?

Not if I know your two children, there isn't. Boy, what till I get my hands on

them tomorrow?

Tomorrow? I'm not spending the entire night locked in here with you.

Oh, it's a matter.

You think Mr. Cranston is liable to misread our little tete -a -tete?

Well, you must admit, it would be a pretty good case of circumstantial

if we spent the whole night together in here. I mean, even for him.

You try to tell me that he's not one of the brightest legal lights aglow?

I can't imagine your little flower of Dixie would be too bleak to tell.

Heavy.

How did we ever pick ourselves two such winners?

Well, I don't know. Maybe we were trying to escape from each other.

Hey, I think I've got it.

Oh, wonderful. We're going to saw our way out with it.

Well, no, not exactly. But I thought if we could stick this blade through the

door, then we might be able to lift the bar up. Hey, I think you've got

something. Give me that thing.

Hey,

I think this might work.

Here, let me give you a hand. Oh, I think it's coming. I think this is it. I

it. I got it.

That's it.

Just keep calm, Eddie. Keep calm.

Go for the loft.

Keep calm. Go for the loft.

couple of people who ain't gonna believe it either.

Well, Satu, what do you think?

Will it work out?

I sure hope so.

Do you have any idea how much it costs to rent a van these days?

You do have a cash register for the heart.

Tattoo!

I think I found it, everybody.

I think I found it. What?

A way of proving you're who you think you are. I was going through some old

papers of mine relating to the estate, and I suddenly remembered something as I

was reading through an old ledger I had made up for Connors.

I'd flown down to the plantation to bring him some documents he had to sign,

he told me about the girl's dog. It had died the day before.

He said the dog was very special to his daughter, and she'd insisted on burying

it alone.

So... They had a casket made, and he took it, and she buried it.

So?

Well, don't you see? It's something only Connor's daughter would have known.

Nobody else saw her bury it.

Do you remember any of this?

Yeah. My baby buried dog alone.

Jane?

I don't remember.

It's okay, honey. I mean, if it's true, it'll come to you, but...

If it isn't, hey, it's you and me, babe.

Say, maybe that crazy Jamu can help you.

No.

He could help, couldn't he?

Yeah, but he wants you dead.

You'll have to talk to him, Mamala.

You'll have to tell Jamu that I don't want to hurt him.

But if I am Jonathan Connor's daughter, then I'll give the island back to him

and his people.

Wait, this is absolutely not possible.

This isn't the same island, so how can the dog be buried here?

It's possible.

What? You too?

I don't know. I don't know anything anymore, except that Mr. Roark seems

of almost anything.

He said that everything will be the same.

I still say it's impossible.

Well, there's one sure way of finding out.

Bill. If Jammu can make me remember where I buried the dog, then I am Marion

Connors. If I'm not, who cares? At least I'll know the truth.

Mamala, I've got to know.

Please, don't make me do it.

Mamala, if Jammu can do it, you have to help me.

Do as she says, Mamala.

I will speak to Jammu.

like this.

Let's go back, Douglas, now, before it's too late.

Already too late.

Pepe was the name of her dog.

Oh,

shit. What did he do to her?

Jane?

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

What happened?

Nothing. Just some superstitious mumbo -jumbo. No.

She knows now.

I remember.

I buried my dog there.

Are you sure?

Well, there's one way to find out.

I just hit something.

Jonathan Connors' daughter.

Thank God we found you.

We're so happy for you. Oh, thank you.

I think.

Thank you.

I think this calls for celebration.

You got any champagne in the house, Mama La? I wondered if you might postpone

that for a while.

Mr. Roark, I'm satisfied that she is indeed Jonathan's daughter, Marion

So it would appear.

What do you mean by that?

Nothing is just a figure of speech.

Mama, would you mind saying to my guests for a bit, I'd like a word with Jane

alone. Oh, what do you want with her? Please, Mr. Jordan, indulge me.

It is extremely important to all of you.

Well, we'll go inside. Is that all right?

That will be just fine. I won't be long, Jane.

Mr. Rock, where are we going?

Station's resolved.

What do they want?

I can't find Evelyn. I don't know where she is. And Harry's going with her,

evidently. Well, what in the world is going on around here? Do you two know

anything about the... Hey, I bet you guys wondered where we were.

To put it mildly, yes.

Well, we were lured into the barn, and we had to spend the night in

the hayloft because of the bear.

The bear?

Yeah, big son of a gun, about...

800 pounds of cheap fur coat.

Well, anyway, he chased us up into the loft, and, well, we had to throw the

ladder down so he couldn't get up after us, you see. And then, well, this

morning he was gone, so we jumped down on some bales of hay, and here we are.

Here we are.

It's the truth?

Oh, sure, Harry. I want to know what happened between you two last night.

Maybe I shouldn't ask.

Well, for one thing, we talked a lot.

And for another?

I think I know the answer to that question.

And I also think, Grace, that you and I are not wanted here anymore.

Carlisle, I'm sorry.

Grace, I... I don't know what to say.

Goodbye.

We'll do nothing.

Does this mean what I think it does?

Well, it means your mom and I are going to give it another try.

Greg, only this time don't rouse it up, please.

This time I don't think we will.

And we have you two guys to thank for getting us together again.

It only took six months of our allowance.

Yeah, but it was worth all of our allowances for the rest of our lives.

Why do you think Rourke took her?

Stop worrying, though. He's in good hands. I know. I know that.

What

happened?

Are you all right?

They stopped me on the road.

I tried to fight them off, but... Who?

Who stopped you?

Jammu's followers.

I miscalculated terribly.

Jane.

Jane.

Where is she? What's happened to her?

They killed her.

Oh, my God.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

I saw them do it.

I tried to protect her.

I was lucky to escape with my own life.

Are you badly hurt?

Yeah.

If I could have some brandy, please.

Brandy.

You dumb.

You dumb old woman.

You and that voodoo. I told you not to use them. What are you talking about?

They've killed her.

What? Jane is dead. Those voodoo people took her away and killed her.

After all that work.

Months of programming.

So she knew about the plantation. She knew about her childhood.

And we'd succeeded.

We'd made it. She believed it all.

She never suspected that she wasn't who we told her she was.

And then you get involved with those voodoo people.

You blew it!

We're going to wind up with nothing.

She can't be dead.

Well, believe me, she's dead.

Rourke just told us.

Yes, Rourke.

Yes, it was a trick.

A terrible, dirty trick.

Just like you played on Jane.

She is Mr.

Connor's daughter.

The scar, the lullaby, the... Stop it, Mamala.

Mr. Rourke explained everything to me.

About how Bill programmed me into remembering things.

And how you continued it by singing me to sleep at night.

How could you do that to me?

For the money, Jane.

That's all either of them ever cared about.

I loved you, Bill.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Burke. Me too. Believe me, it was my pleasure, sir.

And we want you to know it was worth every penny that $51. Yes.

Oh, I'm glad to hear that.

At least they are satisfied customers.

Maybe they'll come back again.

Only next time.

Not at children's prices.

Mr. Rourke, I don't know what to say, but this weekend has been an awakening

me. No regrets?

No.

I'll get over Bill. It'll take a while.

But I'm glad that I found out about him now instead of after we were married.

But the $30 million, you must be disappointed.

No, I never really wanted it anyway.

All I wanted was to find out who I am.

I'm sorry we couldn't have helped you more in that direction.

Oh, but you did, in a way.

See, now I know who I'm not. And that's more than a lot of people can say about

themselves.

Thank you.

Bye,

Mr. Rourke.

Thank you, brother.

Oh, it was our pleasure.

The, uh... Yes, Mr. Shane?

The things that the voodoo man did, those happenings, they were all tricks,

weren't they?

Were they?

But voodoo?

That's impossible.

Who knows, Mr. Shane?

This is Fantasy Island, and here anything is possible.