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Good morning, boss. Good morning, Tattoo.

Let's go.

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

Boss, look at those pretty ladies.

Who are they? The blonde is Miss Mindy Harris.

The brunette, Miss Caroline Taylor.

And the fantasy is to experience what it would be like to live in those simpler

periods of mankind's history when men were very male.

And as Miss Harris put it, women were glad of it. You see, they're tired of

of the complexities of modern society, questions about male or female

superiority or inferiority.

They want to live in a macho society?

Exactly, for a weekend.

But part of their expected pleasure is to demonstrate the ability of a modern

-day woman to cope and surmount such a macho situation.

Frankly, I think the young ladies are in for a great many more problems than

they can possibly imagine.

Mr. Ned J. Scott, formerly a city detective from Chicago.

Boss, a blind detective?

A recent malady.

As you can see, Tattoo, he hasn't yet fully adapted to his affliction.

His fantasy is to see again.

Partly for a very special reason.

Several years ago, Mr. Scott fell in love with a very glamorous young lady

Nona Lauren.

Nona Lauren?

The famous movie star?

Mm -hmm.

Oh, she disappeared.

She's been missing for years.

Right after her biggest film success, since that time, Mr. Scott's love has

become an obsession to find her. And now he believes he will never find her,

much less see her again.

Unless it's here on Fantasy Island.

Is that why you want to see her again? To see her one last time?

That is his fantasy. But my concern is that he might find the bridge between

blindness and sight much simpler to cross than the bridge between his

Miss Lauren and reality.

My dear guests, I am Mr. Rock.

Your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Well, Mr. Rourke, have you decided where you're going to send us for our

fantasy?

Ladies, are you determined to go through with this? With all due respect for

both your intelligence and obvious physical charms, I am not sure you fully

realize the risks you could be taking. You see, excursions back in time are an

inexact science at best, and even I am never quite sure into what precise

of time such a fantasy might take you.

Well, Mr. Rourke, all we want is a change.

We want to go to an old -fashioned society that's male -dominated, where

put their women up on pedestals.

You know, where they pampered their women and thought they were too delicate

vote or play tennis.

Yes.

Well, then, if you are ready to begin your fantasy, you have only to open that

door and walk out.

Just walk out that door?

That's right. And like the boss say, it's going to be quite a different

But he could be very dangerous.

Oh, we'll understand, and we'll be careful.

Thank you, Mr. Rourke.

Very welcome.

Very welcome, indeed.

Let's go, Milly.

I'll see you. Bye -bye.

Bye -bye. Bye.

Where did all this fog come from?

Oh, and it's worse up ahead.

Maybe we're going to be in London. Oh, I hope so. Piccadilly Circus.

Oh, yeah, Robin Hood.

Oh, come on.

Queen Victoria.

Yeah, sounds great.

Where do you think we are?

Asia? Matilda Hunt wasn't exactly what I had in mind.

I'm hoping it's Arabic.

You know, Ruto Valentino and his tent.

Oh, earthquake.

I got a better one. When are we?

Your devotion to the search for Miss Lauren has been most remarkable, Scott.

To tell the truth, Mr. Rourke, I had run out of options.

I thought this thing with the eyesight was the clincher.

But now, thanks to you, I... Mr. Scott, when did you last see Miss Lauren?

Well, I actually only saw her in person once in my life.

The world premiered one of her movies in Chicago.

There was a cop on duty in the crowd that night, and she walked right by me.

She was so beautiful and so radiant.

She was like a fairy princess.

Mr. Scott, you must clearly understand.

Your eyesight can be restored for a maximum of 48 hours, and only for this

occasion.

The fantasy can never be repeated.

Yes, but if I can just find Nona, see her, Be with her for a little while.

That's all I ask.

Very well. Let me have your hand.

Now, you're standing beside a very unique flower.

It grows only on Fantasy Island, and its nectar has equally rare and powerful

medicinal qualities.

I believe it can stimulate your optic nerves sufficiently to fulfill your

fantasy.

However...

Its effects will gradually wear off, as I warned you, within 48 hours.

Are you ready?

Yes, I'm ready.

Then will you please remove your glasses and tilt your head back while I apply

this potion distilled from

the flower.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, I can see you.

I can actually see you.

Lord, I'd forgotten what a beautiful place this world of ours is.

Something those of us who see often fail to appreciate.

Well, now, if you're ready to get started, beyond those trees you will

pathway. Follow it to the beach to continue your search for Miss Lawrence.

All right. Thank you, Mr. Roark. Thank you very much. Yes, sir.

Forgive me, will you?

I seem a little anxious.

Right now, I'm not a man to waste time. Oh, that's very understandable, Mr.

Scott. You're not a man with much time to waste.

Did you just hear something?

No.

I've heard that some

tribes sacrifice claws to the sun.

Let's get out of here.

for someone.

I wonder if you've seen her.

Classy lady.

We don't get many like that in here.

Hmm. There's something... We do get a lady that comes in now and then that

of resembles that.

But she never comes in this time of day.

Now, look, this is important. My name is Scott, and I'm staying at the hotel.

If she comes in again, don't say anything to her. Just call me, all

Hey, wait. I don't want any trouble, man.

No trouble at all.

Nothing but good news. Like five more of those if you spot her.

Okay. If she comes in. All right.

Macho is one thing. Animal is something else.

They're better than the other bunch.

I hope so.

I think they want us to go that way.

That's what he wants, all right.

Shut up.

So you've had no success at all, Mr. Scott?

No, nothing, nothing, no.

I'm stuck waiting for the phone to ring.

Well, it's...

The way I worked when I was a cop, I was slow and methodical and thorough.

Now I don't have time for slow, do I?

Mr. Scott, obviously you're a man who feels very deeply.

Are you sure you know enough about the lady to love her so much?

I hope so, Mr. Rourke.

Anyway, it's too late to question it now.

I talked her uncle out of this.

It was her diary when she was a little girl. I thought maybe it would help me

some way fill in some of the blanks about her.

And did it?

Yes, but not quite in the way I expected.

Here, listen.

Listen to this.

Tomorrow I will be ten years old. My mommy and daddy are having a birthday

for me with real ponies and a clown from the circus.

Today I tried on my costume. I wanted my dog Sarah to have one, too.

But she wouldn't hold still and she tore it and I spanked her.

She ran out into the street and a car hit her and now she's dead.

It's all my fault for spanking her. It's all my fault.

My Sarah is dead and I hate myself.

A double tragedy.

That woman you're looking for?

She's here now.

Thank you.

She's there.

The end of a long trail.

Yeah.

Jack.

I want to know something.

Now, all of a sudden, I'm... I'm afraid.

It is said, when a dream becomes reality...

Even the heavens tremble.

Well, good luck, Mr. Scott.

I guess they want us to wear these things.

No way. I want my own clothes back.

It's a little late for that.

This is like a great big game of charades.

She's very good at it. I'm not having any trouble understanding that she can't

stand us.

Well, I've got a pretty good idea.

Let's find his mom.

I hope he doesn't want to marry me, too.

What do you think they're saying?

Well, the way I figured, he wants them to give me back to those people.

Well, Mindy, they can't do that. That's a bunch that wants to sacrifice you to

the sun.

I know, but I think it's war if they don't give me back.

Caroline,

they really mean it. I'm getting scared.

Oh, Mindy, don't worry.

In the booth. Over there.

Now, remember...

Looking for somebody?

Get lost.

Sweetie, snap out of it.

This is a gentleman to see you.

Hi.

Do I know you?

No, no, but I'm an old friend, just the same.

My bungalow.

Oh, have I been here long?

No, just a few hours. You needed some rest.

I'm still dressed.

Yes. Didn't I turn you on?

More than you know, but you really did need the rest.

Who are you?

I told you, I'm an old friend.

Oh, I don't have any old friends.

Let's see, who else would know that when you were a little girl...

You had a dog named Sarah that you loved very much.

Doll you played with, talked to.

You liked Vale better than Aspen. Stop it!

The studio and your aunt and uncle both hired all the best private detectives

when you disappeared.

They gave up after a while. I kept on trying.

I'm an ex -cop from Chicago.

My name's Scott. Scotty.

What are you after?

Reward money?

No.

It doesn't matter. I'm getting out of here.

Where's my purse?

In there.

Unlock the door.

You're not going anywhere right now.

You can't force me to stay here.

Well, consider the alternative.

Missing actress found.

Your picture on the six o 'clock news all over the world.

The way you looked when you were star of the year.

And the way you look now.

No, you don't understand.

I don't expect you to.

I understand that I'm a prisoner here.

Why?

What do you want from me?

Mr. Ross, the lady may want to change.

Hi,

Miss Laurel.

Well, if it wasn't money, then why did you keep on looking for me?

Where do you want these?

Oh,

we're being invited to dinner.

Oh, great.

I'm hungry enough to eat a bear.

Good, because it probably is a bear.

That old man doesn't seem to be getting any food.

I guess these people live by survival of the fittest. Anyway, I read that they

just leave the old to die.

Well, not while I'm here.

You're welcome.

Anyway, you can share mine.

I guess manners didn't come in for another million years or so. How rude.

Well, you are a lot gentler than I thought you'd be.

How you make it out, Caroline?

Well,

he thinks he's doing great, but as far as I'm concerned, the jury's still out.

You

know,

everything I could piece together seemed to form a pretty clear picture of a

very frightened, very...

guilt -ridden young girl who blamed herself for everything that happened.

I know you mean well, but you don't know all that happened.

I know I'm guilty.

Oh, come on, that's not true.

Do you know the last words I ever said to my parents?

They were going away for the weekend, and they wouldn't let me have a party

while they were gone.

So I stood in the driveway screaming after them that I hated them, and I

they were dead.

That was the weekend a ski lift broke and fell 7 ,000 feet down a

Yeah, but that's no more your fault than it was when your dog ran into the

street and was hit by a car.

Don't you understand?

I'm bad luck.

Whatever I touch, whoever I love, I destroy.

Oh, that's not true either, Nona.

You know everything about me.

What about my friend Jeff?

We co -starred in a picture together, remember? What about him?

Newspapers said you were celebrating your new picture. You went horseback

riding. His horse threw him and he was killed in the fall, but that's not...

Yes, what the newspapers didn't say was that I knew I was a better rider than he

was. Yet I still challenged him to a race.

It was all an ego trip for me.

But you were so young.

So was he.

What's in that glass?

Nothing, nothing.

But I wouldn't drink it if I were you.

Why is that?

It's a special formula that makes people invisible.

Invisible? Mm -hmm.

Tattoo,

where are you?

I'm right here, boss, right here.

Where? I can't see you.

I'm right in front of you. You can't see me.

Tattoo, you didn't drink this, did you? Huh?

I did, but how long am I going to be invisible?

Oh, that's simple, my friend. When I can see you again.

But how come I can't see myself?

I can't do it.

I told you blondes always had more fun.

Oh, come on. I was so proud of you.

But I could have killed that woman.

But you didn't.

Well, what am I going to do? A lot of people want to cut my heart out and

sacrifice me to the sun.

Would you stop worrying?

Did you see the way he looked at you?

Now, come on, Mindy.

Your caveman is not going to let anybody touch you but himself.

You know, Mindy, he's a lot cuter than I thought he was.

And maybe if he got his hair done, he'd be really cute.

I think we'll go for a walk. I'll see you later.

I think what you're trying to tell me is that I have to kill you first before

you let anybody take me.

Well,

a girl couldn't ask for anything more.

Any place or any time.

that belongs to you, you know.

Here.

Your diary.

Pictures of you, tapes of interviews, all of it.

Oh, you were life patched together by someone who believed in you all the way

and still does.

Scotty, I just can't wipe away all the memories and say they never existed.

I know you can't, but you can start by believing in yourself, who you really

are.

You can make that little girl grow up.

I want to.

Well, then do it.

Its effects will gradually wear off, as I warned you, in 48 hours.

I thought we would celebrate the return of Nona Lauren with a very special

dinner tonight.

Any objections?

No.

No objections.

It's been such a lovely evening, Scotty.

Yeah,

and tomorrow is going to be an even more wonderful day.

What have you cooked up now?

In the morning, your aunt and uncle arrive.

Oh, it's too soon.

No, you can handle it, Nona.

Well, with your help, I can.

On your own, I won't be there.

Scotty, you've brought something very special into my life.

I need you.

No, I've done all I can.

The years I've held.

The image of you together inside of me.

And now it's up to you. It's the beginning of a whole new life for you,

And it's the end of an old one for me.

And that's the way it has to be.

All the time I thought that you loved me.

I thought that's what all this was about.

Use my bungalow tonight. I'll get another one.

You can make it Nona and you are beautiful

Remember that

Scotty

Sorry

Come here.

What's the matter? I can't sleep thinking about it. We've got to get out

before anybody wakes up.

Well, where do you want to go?

I don't know. We can run away as far as we can.

Well, if I stay, the other tribes are going to attack to get me, and if that

happens, a lot of people are going to get killed, including our two friends.

I'm not going to let that happen.

It was fun while it lasted.

I've been waiting for you, baby.

It's time to come home. No.

You don't hear so good.

The party's over. Let's go.

Hey.

She stays.

Maybe you don't understand, friend.

This lady is my property. I own her. No, this lady is her own property. Now, get

out of here.

Look this way. I've changed my mind. I'll go.

Hey, wait a minute.

You want trouble?

Come on.

Come on. Scotty, please.

I'll go with him. I want to go with him.

I'm so sorry.

Ladies, your fantasy is over.

Goodbye.

Your aunt and uncle are over here.

Mr. Rourke, are you telling me that Scotty used his fantasy, the last hours

he'll ever see, to help me?

Mr. Scott is a man capable of great love.

You have proof of that already, I believe. Oh, little Scotty. Oh, he

want or need your pity, Miss Lorraine.

No.

Here she is. Doesn't she look beautiful?

Yes, she does.

She always was a beautiful baby.

Yes. I always wondered what you'd look like when you grow up, and I'm not a bit

disappointed.

How have you been? What have you been doing with yourself lately?

Hey, you're a slow learner. Hey, calm down, man. You want me to use this?

Because I will.

Right, just calm down. Now you listen to me.

If I ever so much as see you again, I'll kill you.

That's a promise.

No problem, man. I'm leaving.

It was nice meeting you.

You're not dressed for a swim, Scotty.

I guess I'll have to be more careful.

No, Scotty, that's not good enough.

Last night after you bumped into that waiter, I decided to talk to Mr. Rourke.

I just did.

And he told me that you asked for your eyesight back to find me.

To see me put my life back together again.

He kept his bargain?

Yes, he did.

And so did you.

It was your love, Scotty, that reached into the darkness of my life and found

me.

Are you going to tell me now that my love can't reach into your darkness and

find you?

No. Yes, Scotty, yes.

Please, together we can do it.

Please, Scotty.

Please, let me be your eyes.

Let me love you.

I see a little girl.

All grown up.

And more beautiful than she's ever been.

Are you saying that you love me?

Mr. Scott?

Mr. Rourke?

Mr.

Rourke, we'll never forget Fantasy Island, nor the two of you.

Thank you, Miss Lauren.

But it was Mr. Scott's faith that proved love is indeed stronger than time

itself. You're right, Mr. Scott.

She's aggressive.

Uh -huh, I know that.

I always knew that.

Thank you.

Thank you, Mr. Rourke. You're welcome. Bye, Mr.

Rourke. Goodbye, Scott. Goodbye.

What? Will he ever see again?

Perhaps not as you mean, Tattoo.

But in compensation, he holds a vision of the woman he loves that will never

change, nor grow old.

And yet he has but to hold out his hand to feel her presence and her warmth.

I like that very much.

May I help you, Ferris? Thank you.

Miss Taylor?

Thank you. You're welcome.

Did you have a good time, ladies?

Well, I wouldn't say that, Tattoo.

Mr. Roark, Caroline and I were wondering if maybe our two cavemen would like to

try our times for a change.

Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Harris. That would be impossible to again find that exact

moment in time.

However, you might discuss that possibility with two of your fellow

It so happens those gentlemen were granted the same fantasy that you were.

Thank you.

Boss, those are two lucky men. Indeed.