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Good morning, Morris.

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

A honeymoon couple. I can always tell. Really?

Well, Mr. Christopher Marshall and his wife Amy have been married for almost a

year. Oh.

Then it's obvious they've come to celebrate their anniversary.

At this moment, it's not certain they'll still be together for their first

anniversary.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Marshall is the victim of a memory that terrifies her.

Oh, I see.

And he has brought her to Fantasy Island to seek your help.

No, Lawrence.

It's her fantasy.

She hasn't told him why they have come.

Mrs. Marshall wants to rid herself of this dark secret before he finds out.

And it destroys the future.

Mr. Robert Smith, right, sir?

That's right, Lawrence.

Why do I get the feeling he'd be more comfortable arriving at midnight in a

place?

because instinctively you put your finger on the source of Mr. Smith's

personality problem.

He's a very shy man, a singer, who just can't, as they say, let himself go.

It doesn't sound like one of your more difficult candidates, sir.

Don't be too sure, Lawrence.

You see, when a person's alter ego is released, there is no telling in advance

whether that ego will solve his problem or totally destroy him.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

Ah, here he is now, Mrs. Marshall.

Oh, I hope I haven't kept you waiting, Mrs. Marshall.

Has Whiskers arrived yet, Lawrence?

If you mean the canine, sir, he has not.

Why, you seem disappointed.

Don't be. I'm sure he'll soon be here.

Yes, sir.

Did you do this? It's really very good. Oh, I just dabble at it.

But you are a commercial artist, isn't it, Marshall?

Yes, I am.

I haven't drawn in quite some time.

Well, why not? I hear you're excellent.

Oh, things were going very well.

Until?

Mrs. Marshall, do I understand you haven't told your husband the reason for

fantasy?

Something happened that I haven't told anyone about, Mr. Lark.

Least of all my husband.

But if he truly loves you, he would want to help you solve your problem.

Oh, there's nothing Chris could do about it.

See, Mr. Rourke, I know that men build an image of the woman they love and they

expect her to live up to that image.

Mr. Marshall, what is your dark secret?

I was raped.

I know how men react to that, especially husbands.

They always wonder, was it really rape? Not all men.

Mrs. Marshall, I'm not all husbands.

To whom did you turn for help?

Nobody.

See, I just tried to push it out of my mind, and for a while there, I really

thought that I had succeeded and I had gotten over it.

Until, um, I started getting these phone calls.

Phone calls?

He never said a word, but I could hear him breathing.

You see, the night it happened, he was

wearing a ski mask, so I couldn't see his face.

But I remember his eyes.

He kept whispering, you want to make love to me?

What?

You must go to your husband and tell him the truth.

Now.

I can't.

I've arranged for you to sing here tomorrow night, Mrs. May.

I believe we're going to have a sell -out audience.

Oh, by the way, I took certain artistic liberties with the publicity stills you

sent me.

How do you like it, huh?

But that's not me.

Oh, but it is. The new you, Mr. Smith.

I think it's hopeless, Mr. Rourke.

Oh, sure, one part of me wants to be macho and control, but the part I'm

with is shy and does his best singing in the shower.

There are two such personalities in each of us, Mr. Smith.

One that is and one that wants to be.

I'm going to help you release your suppressed alter ego.

Two shrinks have already tried the same thing, but I'm the same mediocre me.

Sing, Mr. Smith.

I said, thing. I believe this song is in your repertoire.

Please release me.

Let me go.

For I don't love you anymore.

Something wrong?

You see, I can hear it in here, but it just doesn't come out.

What you hear, does it sound like this?

Please release me, let me go.

To waste our lives would be a sin.

So release me and let me love

again.

amplification of my voice or electronic trick.

That was real.

Yes, Mr. Smith.

It was very real.

It was the voice of the personality you say you want to become.

A personality that is slowly coming into being with its own voice

and mind and body.

You're not telling me There's going to be two of me.

I mean, another live Bob Smith walking around?

That's precisely what I'm telling you.

That's impossible.

If I believed in that word, Mr. Smith, I'd be out of business.

Speaking of business, I have something to attend to. Will you excuse me?

Oh, by the way, your wife is waiting for you in the lilac bungalow.

I was just fantasizing about you.

You're in Fantasy Island. How very appropriate.

You're so beautiful, Amy.

You know, the guys at work are always asking why I have a smile on my face.

Because I'm always thinking about you.

Yeah, in the middle of the afternoon.

In the middle of Times Square, any time, any place.

What?

Oh, honey.

Oh, forgive me.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

What the hell's wrong?

Could we please forget it?

Please, I love you.

Oh, you do?

Yes.

What's wrong, then? I mean, where's all this coming from?

Just thought you'd love knowing I'm on the island with you.

Getting lonesome?

Call

it.

I never should have let you come along. I'm your wife.

Bob, when did you have this picture taken?

What?

Oh, I didn't.

This is some of Mr. Rourke's legendary domain.

Magic. I like it.

It makes you look, um, I don't know, sexy.

What's wrong with me the way I am?

All right.

You want to know?

You're a good -looking, talented man who doesn't believe in himself.

Your career is going down the drain, not to mention our marriage. And what's

wrong with our marriage?

Nothing. It's just that you don't make love to me anymore unless I come on like

Attila the Hun.

Like this.

Well?

I'm sorry.

I guess I'm just preoccupied. You see, I'm not sure I want to go through with

this fantasy.

Bob, just this once, think aggressive.

Oh, no.

This is not going to work. How do you know? We just barely got started.

It's not you.

It's him. I mean, me.

I'm not sure I know what your problem is anymore.

It's Mr.

Rock.

He's my problem.

We're going to find him, and he's going to straighten this out.

I was attempting to deliver whiskers.

Get down.

I don't think he likes you yet, Lawrence.

There's no accounting for bad taste.

Well, you'll learn to like each other in time, I'm sure.

If you are determined to acquire a canine, sir, surely one more suitable

be found?

Suitable? More suited to a man of your position, sir. Your cosmopolitan flair.

Such as?

Such as an Irish wolfhound. A breed of Irish wolfhounds.

Oh, here comes Mrs. Marshall now.

All right, Whiskers, you go with Lawrence.

Go with Lawrence. Go.

Well, go, Lawrence, go.

Will you join me? Oh, no, no, thanks. Is something wrong, Mrs. Marshall? Not

something, everything.

Have you told your husband?

Oh, no, no, no. We had a misunderstanding, and I'm going to go

But there is something else, isn't there?

Do you remember those phone calls I told you about?

Yes.

Well, he called again.

He's here on this island.

I'm watching you.

Stay away from me.

I didn't mean that, baby.

If you did, you'd have told the cops last time. And I'm dead.

Amy. Amy.

Amy.

It's all right.

Mr. Rock, I want this fantasy canceled now.

Oh, I'm afraid that's the one thing on Fantasy Island that is impossible, Mr.

Smith. Once a fantasy is on the way, there is no way to stop it. I'm sorry.

Excuse me. Yes. But he said that a picture of him smiled and winked at him.

you're taking him seriously?

Oh, of course. It did.

For Mr. Smith to achieve his fantasy, it's necessary to build a new

a separate embodiment.

Of what he wants to become.

Oh, sure.

Super clone.

Something like that, yes.

That's it.

She's absolutely right.

I had to be hallucinating. You planted the idea in my head and my imagination

brought it to life.

I don't care what you say, Mr. Rourke.

The fantasy is definitely cancelled.

Thanks, but... No thanks.

I'll tell you one thing.

You're better than all the shrinks.

But that's it.

It's all over now. I'm going to rehearse, but without my alter ego.

Do you want to bet, Bobby boy?

Thank you. Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you.

Every day I wake up, then I start to break up.

Lonely as a man without love.

Every day I start out that night.

Hey, up the stage, Bobby boy.

Amateur night's over.

Every day I wake up, then I start to break up.

Lonely is a man without love.

Every day I wake up, then I start to break up.

Lonely is a man without love.

Every day I start out, then I cry my heart out.

Lonely is a man...

I'm not going to give in.

You're nothing but plywood and paper. I'm real. I'm me.

Wrong, baby. You're nothing, just like always.

Yeah? Well, hang on to that thought, because it's going to be your last.

Look at you.

Drab. No wonder you didn't make it at anything.

Plain, average, mediocre.

And dull.

Even your name, Bob Smith.

I've got to do something about that.

This is not happening.

If I close my eyes, you'll be gone.

Be careful, Bobby. You close your eyes and you might be gone.

Hey, that's not a bad idea.

We bury Bob Smith and celebrate the birthday of, uh...

I got it.

That infamous Rue and Letcher of the 17th century.

Bejulius firm!

So long, Bob Smith.

I'm taking over from here. Bye -bye, baby.

Did she tell you what happened, what frightened her?

I don't know. Maybe it's me.

And I ask her what's wrong, and she says nothing.

Perhaps she's afraid of losing you.

She's already doing that.

Believe me, we cannot go on this way. No.

No, you can't.

Look, Mr. Rourke, all I want is what we had.

I mean, we were everything to each other. It was so wonderful. And then

something happened.

I mean, something came between us.

Something or someone?

Are you saying a lover?

All I am saying is, have you looked for reasons?

Looked for what could so radically change this loving young wife into what

become?

All right. I have considered another man, but...

I know Amy.

Believe me, she would never do that.

Bravo for your trust, Mr. Marshall.

Now I believe the time has come for you to confront her.

To insist on the truth, no matter how painful.

All right, I'll do that as soon as she wakes up for her sake.

For both your sakes, Mr. Marshall.

For both your sakes.

Hey, Colette.

It's the new me.

I can't believe it.

Is it really you, Bob?

I'm going to convince you.

All right.

You are definitely not a mirage, but what happened?

I figured out Rob's scam.

This is Fantasy Island.

All you got to do is go along with the gag.

A little attitude adjustment, a new hairstyle, a new wardrobe.

One fixed therapy. Voila, the new Bob Smith.

To be known from here on in to his idolizing fans as Virgilius.

Virgilius? Call me Virgil for short.

All right.

Slow down.

This is going to take a little...

Attitude adjusting for me, too.

Hey, was I that bad?

You ought to know.

I love you, Bob.

Virgil.

All right, both of you.

It's all like a dream, but it really happened.

You are what you always wanted to be.

You're going to make it now.

Right to the top, baby.

Right to the top.

My wife.

Hey, now look here. She's also my wife.

You garbage.

Why? Take it easy now. Take it easy.

Now don't embarrass the lady anymore.

Know what I mean?

It's always been his problem.

No class.

Ha ha ha.

Yes. Why'd you run off like that, baby?

Baby,

what is it?

What is it, sweetie? Come here.

Come on, let me help you. What is it?

Huh? It's time for the truth, Mrs. Marshall.

Chris and I love each other, and that's all the truth we need.

Baby, it's not the way it is.

And you know it.

We can't go on like this. You have to tell me what's going on.

Please. I can't.

You asked me to help you, Mrs. Marshall.

I will.

I'll tell your husband for you.

She told you?

Unfortunately, I'm the only person she's ever told.

I'm her husband.

That's precisely the reason she couldn't possibly tell you.

You see, your wife was the victim

of a rape.

Oh, Emil. I'm sorry.

I didn't know.

Do you know who he was?

No. Well, then... It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter.

We've got to report this, though, so he doesn't run around free.

Where did it happen and when?

It happened just before we got married.

What?

Almost a year ago?

We went on our honeymoon.

You didn't tell me?

I was afraid I was going to lose you.

I mean,

I have a right to know.

I was afraid if I told you, things wouldn't be the same between us. You

want me anymore.

I love you. Do you hear me? I love you.

All you had to do was trust me.

Don't you see what you've done?

Let that scum come between us.

I'm leaving, and I'm taking Colette with me.

I've got a performance to do tonight.

Remember? And I'm going to wow him just like you always wanted to do.

I'm not going to hang around here and let you go on seducing my wife and try

take over my future.

You've got no other choice, Bobby.

That's why I'm here.

Because I'm everything you're not.

You're nothing.

Just some... Temporary freaking redemption of me.

Take a good look.

Bob Smith.

Failure at life.

I'm Virgilius.

Superman.

Superstar. I'm more real than you've ever been.

Not only have I got it, but I know what to do with it, baby.

Ask Colette.

Want to try again, Bobby boy?

See,

you're weak.

You just don't have it in you to make it at anything.

That's because you're what you've always been, and I'm what you'll never be.

I'll find a way.

Sure you will.

You'll adapt.

Accept it.

Keep the books for me, maybe.

Because you don't have any other choice.

Ciao, Bobby baby.

Oh, and you won't want to miss the performance.

Not a particularly noteworthy piece. Why a man of your impeccable taste should

treasure it is a mystery to me, sir.

Artist, circa?

Artist, Rourke.

R -O -A -R -K -E.

Circa age four.

On the other hand, it does have a certain primitive genius.

You have once again proved that you have an extraordinary eye, Lawrence.

To say nothing of your tact.

Thank you, sir.

Mr. Rourke.

Could I have a word with you, Mr. Rourke, please? Certainly.

Excuse me.

Why didn't you believe me?

I told you telling Chris about the rape would only make things worse.

Well, it has.

Mrs. Marshall, first of all, it's too soon to make such a judgment.

And secondly, your fantasy was, if you remember, to rid yourself of your

terrible secrets.

Well, you've done that.

Yes, I've also lost my husband.

He walked out on me just like I said he would, only for a different reason.

Sit down, Mrs. Marshall.

Please.

There is no crime more despicable than rape.

And I can fully understand why you reacted as you did. However, all that

changed now.

Your husband knows. But even more important at this moment is your safety.

That's our main concern.

We must find this man.

I wouldn't know him if I saw him, Mr. Roark.

You said you remembered his eyes.

I will never forget his eyes.

You're an artist, Mr. Marshall.

Draw what you remember.

You want to make love to me?

You love it, baby!

Thank you, Mrs. Marshall.

It's not enough, you know.

It dies without a faith.

That's why I didn't want to go to the police. I didn't want to live this thing

over and over again for nothing.

You must not be alone until we have this man in custody.

Oh, I agree, Mr. Smith.

It does seem that your fantasy has taken an unusual turn.

Is that what you call it?

I've been made a fool of, humiliated, lost my wife, been punched out, and all

you can say is things have taken an unusual turn. Why don't you stop feeling

sorry for yourself, Mr. Smith, and think?

I am.

About Virgilius Firm. And who is this Virgilius Firm except the personality

you've always envisioned yourself becoming?

Are you standing up for that...

That monster? Mr. Smith, that monster is yourself.

What? That's right. It's that hidden part of your own being that you've never

let take control.

Flashy, talented, true of himself, bold.

And don't forget cruel, conniving, and selfish. Yes.

It unfortunately lacks in the admirable human qualities of kindness and

compassion because those qualities are an inherent part of you, of Bob Smith.

A part that can't be separated by ambition or mere wishful daydreaming.

Which leaves me right where I started.

Nowhere. You've got to put a stop to the thing. Oh, you've got to put a stop to

it. Your fantasy ends tonight, Mr. Smith.

Your Virgilius firm will cease to exist in any form.

Your alter ego will be gone forever.

Along with your last chance to change yourself and your life.

Then what should I do, Mr. Walker?

Take over your other personality, Mr. Smith.

Refuse to give in.

Remember, there are many ways to fight.

This is the least effective.

The most effective way is with a mind and with a heart.

Think about it, Mr. Smith.

Think about it.

You're never going to forgive me, are you?

It's not a matter of forgiveness, Amy. It's, you know, just a matter of time.

You think time will work for you?

Yeah, that's what I kept saying to myself all those months.

Just a little more time and I'll tell him. Hey, look, I'm on your side, all

right? It's just that every time I think of that animal, I can't stand that he's

walking around free. He should be behind bars.

Maybe it's women like me who should be behind bars, huh?

What are you talking about?

Oh, haven't you heard?

Everybody knows. Some women just ask for it. The way they dress, the way they

look at men. Oh, come on. No wonder we feel so ashamed.

We deserve to be violated, right? Isn't that what you really think?

Oh, God, no, Amy. I never thought that. I never thought that.

Well, good, because I am so tired of feeling guilty.

I am the one that was violated. I'm the victim.

Wait a minute.

I was hurt because you didn't trust me, because you didn't trust my love enough

to tell me. Now, if you want to walk away now, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. You're

sorry. I'm sorry. The whole damn world is sorry.

Maybe there's just too much sorrow between us.

Maybe we just can't make it.

Amy, I...

If I may say so, sir, one of the delights of this employment is to watch

happy and fulfilled guests pursue their enjoyment without a care in the world or

a single dark cloud looming on the horizon, which is more than I can say as

management.

Is something wrong, sir?

Very wrong, Lord.

A rapist is at large on Fantasy Island.

Yes, sir.

But on the other hand, perhaps Mrs. Marshall's stories of the telephone

and the other incidents are part of an hysterical reaction.

That would certainly be understandable.

Her problem isn't hysteria, Lawrence.

Her problem is fear.

With good reason, I'm afraid.

I'm worried sick about Amy. We had a little disagreement and she ran off. I

can't find her anywhere.

I haven't seen her, Mr. Marshall.

But it's imperative that you find her. And when you do, stay with her.

I'll alert island security to help you. Wait a minute.

What happened?

I've seen the rapist, Mr. Marshall.

What?

He's here.

You'd be glad to see me.

It's going to be like the other time, only better.

Now I'm going to take my hand away.

Don't make me use this.

Please, no.

I don't mind a little playing hard to get.

Good try, but no trick.

I'm going to kill you.

You want me to come up to you?

It's over, Mr. Marshall.

It's over.

Justice is far better than revenge.

But sometimes they may seem like the same thing.

I love you.

I love you too.

Hello,

Bobby boy.

I came to say goodbye.

Oh, we've been through all that before, remember?

You're not going anywhere.

No, I'm not.

You are.

I'm taking over.

Both of us.

You can't, Bobby boy.

I'm too strong for you.

Wrong, Virgilius.

You're just my shadow.

What you call your strength is really my strength.

Your talent, that's mine too.

I know now that I really have it. And I want to thank you and Mr. Rock for

showing it to me. And that's straight from the heart.

Wait a minute.

Let's think this out.

We'll strike a truce.

All I'll do is perform.

Uh -uh.

I'm taking over your life, your look, and your white suit.

Damn! I didn't think you had it in you.

I do now, Birgie.

All the way.

You're still a lousy dresser. No class.

Maybe.

But I'll learn.

And it's the last time you're going to be right.

So long, Virgie.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Is that T -O -O or T -W -O?

Just Y -O -U.

Now you get out there and knock them dead.

Yeah!

Thank you.

I'm lying.

Thank you.

I give you love.

You turn away.

Then wonder why it is nobody ever stays.

I'm just like you.

Nobody's fool.

Whenever someone gets too close, I play it cool.

But maybe this time we'll find the other

key that opens up another door and find someone comes

back for more. Maybe this time.

This time.

Can I make you wait?

Aren't we a pair?

Afraid to care But maybe this time

We'll find the other key That opens

up another door And find someone comes back for more Maybe this

time The cards will treat us right

Dealing a little magic in the middle of some lonely night. Maybe this

time, this time's fall.

Smith, how do you feel the morning after your smashing death, huh?

Smashing. And you, Mrs. Smith?

That goes double for me.

Oh, no. What am I saying?

Thanks for everything. You're very welcome. Goodbye, Lawrence. Goodbye,

Lawrence.

You look radiant this morning.

Positively transformed.

That's the exact word, Lawrence.

For the first time in a long time, everything seems all right with the

And with us.

And to you, Mr. Roark. Thank you.

Oh, more accurately, thanks to love and courage and understanding.

Well, just as well.

Goodbye, Lawrence. Goodbye, ma 'am. Goodbye, sir.

Now, sir, for a little surprise.

Irish wolfhound.

Pedigreed. Surely that's more your style?

I don't know, Lawrence. Oh, but sirs are completely trained. They won't make a

move without your command. Not so much as... You

were

saying, Lawrence?

Not a word, sir.

Not a word.